Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men but I do own Blaze. She is my own character bitches.

Summary: Post X3. With the power to control fire, a new mutant lights a fire in an angel, a beast, and an obsessed animal. OC/Logan OC/Beast OC/Warren.

Warning: Minor. Sex.

Fiery Passion

By Mlle Lauren

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A figure creeped up to the stone wall surrounding the facility. The stone wall stood at least eight feet high and towering over the figure, daring them to challenge the wall's fortitude. Ivy and various plants climbed up the wall only to become baron with cold grey stones half way up, mocking the life form in front of it. The slealth-like figure looked it over and grinned menacingly, thinking how feeble the defense was for their intended destination. They had been waiting for the right time to come, and this joke of a wall was not going to get in their way. They thought, 'Boy, they are in for treat.'

With a flick of a wrist, they raised an arm up to the obstacle standing its ground, daring the small figure to pass through. A wave of warmth coursed through them, leaving through their glowing finger tips. A blazing rage of fired roared towards the wall, and a screen of heavy smoke stood where solid stone once had stood before. Stepping onto the other side on the cloud of dark smoke, the figure's grin turned into an evil smirk. 'I'll be expecting an audience very soon.'

"Let the games begin,' cackled the figure.

Ringing. A very loud persistent ringing was making its way into my ear, and I hated it for interrupting a very good dream consisting with my claws and very dead Sabertooth. Unfortunately, there was no choice of going back to sleep with the annoying ring going on nonstop. Waking up groaning, I looked around and saw the security screen was the one ringing. The alarm had gone off signifying someone was on the premise that was not supposed to. The intruder was on the grounds in forest and had broken through the wall on the east side.

"It's been a while since some action was around here," I muttered to myself. Grinning like a mad man, I dialed Storm via computer.

"Logan? What's going on?" Storm inquired.

"Nothing my blades can't handle. I got this, no need to worry your pretty little head," I replied with an air of cockiness.

"Logan…"

"I'm going. No time to talk sweet cheeks. There are bad guys' asses to kick." With that, I ended the call and left to hunt my prey.

When I reached the east balcony, I used my keen sense of smell to catch the unfamiliar scent. I have made a fact to know everyone's scent at the school for this particular reason. I cocked my head slightly from the left to the right and back. I could not get a lock on the scent, and it was irritating him. Scanning the forest from the balcony, I looked for something out of place.

Suddenly, there was a blazing explosion in the forest and I knew this was the intruder. I took off towards the explosion when I finally caught the unfamiliar scent. 'This is almost too easy.' I ran towards the forest looking for the owner of the unfamiliar scent.

"He's running. He's running through the forest only, and he knows I'm here," I stated to myself.

"Don't flatter yourself, bub."

Tensing up, I stood still when the figure walked out of the forest. It was woman who stood straight at a height of about 5'5". I could not keep myself from looking over this mutant. She had flaming, orange hair that faded to a black toward the ends. Perched into a tight ponytail at the top of her head, her hair reached the middle of her back. She also had a slight bump or 'poof' of hair at the top by her hairline. It vaguely looked something you might see on a model in one of Kitty Pryde's fashion magazines she constantly read. Her skin was evenly tan and glowed with warmth. Her eyes were lined with black and were shaded dark in the corners on top of her eyelids giving her eyes a smokey appeal. She had long lashes that were jet black and made her hazel eyes pierce. What caught my eye were her lush lips. They were a vibrant red, so full and pouty, and they were glossed ever so slightly to add a shine. The mesmerizing lips were also curled into a knowing smirk at the moment.

"Damn," I muttered to myself. I was allowed the pleasure of the rest of my inspection without being caught.

"Damn is right," stated the lovely vision in front of me. "You must be Logan or must I say Wolverine." I tensed at the recognition of my name escaping her mouth. How did she know that?

"How?"

"I know a lot about you." I find myself not believing any of this. She continues, "I know that you don't have any past recollection before about 15 years ago." She chuckled at me while folding her arms under her breasts and leaning against the tree behind her. "You're probably wondering how I know this." I simply growled a bit in response. The enticing figure just chuckled again.

"How do you know this? I've never met you before." I was finding myself growing irritated. I wanted answers now.

"Well, that's for me to know and you to, maybe, never find out. Now if you can move, I have pressing matters to get to," the secretive intruder stated, walking around me. She had said that with a cocky attitude. No one says that to me. I'm the cocky one.

"No," I growled out at her again. I swore I saw a smile on her face grow. She stopped walking and turned around to face me with a cocky grin on her face.

"Really… and you're going to stop me? I don't really think you can. Self healing or not, I think you can't." This hot broad was starting to get me angry, and there she was just standing there grinning at me.

As I took the opportunity to finish my inspecting on her, I found myself appreciating her enticing figure. She definitely had an hourglass figure that was begging to draw any man in. Her outfit she wore consisted of a black leather top with three quarter inch sleeves that ended right at her elbows. The top ended just under her breasts, which looked like to be ready to pop out with the extreme v-neck. The plunging v-neck reached a golden buckle, which looked to be holding the top together. Her body appeared to be well taken care of, and she was sporting well-defined abs. I felt my pants become slightly uncomfortable as my eyes roamed over her tight rear. Her leather pants were skintight and matched with her equally as tight top. Her leather boots went up to her knees, over the bottom of the pants. The animal in me was fighting its way to surface.

"Are you done checking me out? I mean really… You looked like you were ready to kill me just a few moments ago," she huffed interrupting my thoughts. I looked her in the eyes now and was taken aback. They looked to be blazing and so alive, holding a mischievous secret. I was drawn to them almost instantly.

Suddenly, she was walking up to me, enticing me immediately. Her hips were swaying, and my eyes were following them. I could feel myself growing even harder and impatient. Heat was coursing throughout my whole body, and I suddenly was itching to touch her smooth, glowing skin.

"Why aren't you ready to tear me to shreds?" she inquired with a sultry look in her eyes. She was right in front of me, about three inches to be exact.

"I…I don't want to," I said huskily. The wolverine was raging inside and itching to come out. I was going to make her give in to me. Subduing this bitch was my only priority.

"Really? And why is that Wolverine?" she questioned while walking her warm fingers up my chest, only to look me in the eyes with her intense gaze. Her voice was low, and it was driving the animal in me crazy. Damn was all I could think. Her voice was like a burning flame that felt way too good to touch. Her voice made you want to touch her over and over again.

"Call me Logan." This bitch is mine.

Clouding his judgment, I spoke low and softly while staring at him. Logan's eyes were hazy and showed all signs that the raging animal beneath his semi-well mannered being hid. His breathing was uneven and his hands were clutched tightly at his sides. I took this time to be conscious of his physical being.

Logan stood only a bit taller than myself at 5'9''. His wild brown hair was swept into an intriguing hairstyle and swept down the sides of his face. Logan's skin was slight tanned and was graced with light brown hairs on his arms and his well defined chest. His white wife beater was tight as was his jeans. The shirt was tucked into the constraining jeans and was finished off with a black belt that kept everything up. In aspect, he looked pretty damn good and this only fueled my evil plot even more.

"Okay…Logan," I replied with my well-practiced sultry voice. Logan was now a puddle in my hand. I was grinning like a mad man on the inside at the victory that was near. From the first time I caught him checking me out, I devised a plan to mess with him. I knew I was getting to him, and I was proud of it. My mother told me that I could get anybody just because of my figure.

A younger version of the female mutant was walking into a kitchen.

"Hey mom," she greeted. Her mother turned around to reply to the greeting but frowned upon sight of her daughter.

"What have I told you about wearing clothes like that?" her mother scorned.

"What's wrong with this?" The mutant looked down at what she was wore. She was wearing a white v-neck top with a navy blue tank under it. She had a bit of cleavage showing but nothing she deemed as major. She frowned to herself and looked to her mother who had her arms crossed in disappointment.

"You shouldn't wear that at your age!" the mother stated with a slight plea in her voice.

"Wasn't you who said you should show off what you have?" the young mutant snapped back.

"I was talking about your intelligences not your body!"

"I got this from you! You're the one I get the Lithuanian blood from. I blame you for these!" The voluptuous mutant stated grabbing her chest to emphasize her point. Her and her mother started laughing at the obscene gesture.

"Just be careful with those. You'll be able to get anything you want with those and drive a few men crazy in the future."

"Okay mom." The mutant smiled sadly at her mother.

I laughed inwardly at the memory. My mother had not lied either because I had survived after I left home solely because of my figure. From picking up rides to getting free dinners, I got anything. Remembering the rugged specimen no farther than a few inches away from me, I decided to go in for the kill.

As slowly as I could, I closed the space between me and the hormone-raging man in front of me. I could feel him react to me by grabbing me roughly by my waist and drawing me, if possible, closer to him. His rapid breathes were hot against my face and I could tell his self-control was almost gone and the animal was almost out to play.

'Good. Let's see how long the amazing Wolverine can last,' I thought to myself, inwardly playing out how the rest of this would go.

Suddenly, he was attacking my neck with warm open-mouthed kisses on my neck. As he was working his way up my neck, the kisses became even more vicious. I giggled lightly to see how he'd react, and that's when he lost it. He savagely caught a hold of my lips with his and kissed me with a fire that burned with no end. Hook, line, and sinker.

Hot and fiery was what the creature was. She was curvy and had a blazing passion that could match mine. I could feel myself lose the control that I was known for. When I heard her light, giggling voice, I knew I was losing it. My mind had became clouded, and the thought of her being someone who broke into the property left my mind. All that mattered was that I subdued this piece of the hot ass that I was clutching to.

As I ravished her warm mouth with all my authority, I backed her into a tree as I continued to explore her mouth, our tongues fighting for dominance. I could feel her hands explore my chest through the white wife beater I was wearing. I lifted her up against the tree, and she responded by wrapping her legs around my waist. I groaned at the feeling of her tight legs around my waist. I found myself grinding against her roughly, trying to relieve the pressure in my jeans.

"Logan, do you always treat intruders this way?" She asked huskily, her eyes half lidded and wearing a sly smile on her now swollen lips. I grinned at the look of lust on her face and growled at the fact that I put that on her face.

"Only to temptresses like you," I said softly, my hot breath in her ear. I grabbed her ass hard and I went back to kissing her roughly on her lovely lips but I heard someone yelling my name. I cursed and put down the alluring creature that had her legs wrapped around my waist. I turned my head towards the voice.

"Logan! Logan! Where are you?" I recognized the voice as Storm and growled in frustration. 'Why did she come now?' I turned to give my attention to the mesmerizing intruder in front of me, only to see that she had disappeared.

Suddenly, I heard twigs snap towards the direction Storm's voice came from. Cursing to myself, I ran towards them, but I what I came to see shocked me. There was the fiery creature hugging Storm in a friendly manner. I just stood there, most likely with a look of confusion apparent on my face. Storm chuckled and I only growled in frustration. The broad never said anything about knowing Storm and then she goes and left me hot and bothered. I'm going to need a cold ass shower.

"I see you've met Venus or as she likes to be called, Blaze," Storm stated more like herself.

"Yes," I grunted uncomfortably "I have…" I was still on burning from the stolen moments from earlier.

"Great! She's a new student here," Storm replied full of excitement rubbing Venus's shoulder. My whole body went frigid.

"Blaze…" I saw her secretive smile on her face and a knowing look in her eyes.

"Yes, Wolverine?" She asked innocently. She batted her thick eyelashes at me like to show she was innocent and everything. She was definitely hiding something and I was going to find out exactly what that was.

"How old are you?" I inquired. Her smile became a full grin that would give the Cheshire cat a run for it's money.

"I'll be eighteen in November."

At that very moment, I knew something was going to happen.

Hey.

So wow. It's been a while. I decided to edit and rewrite this story for the first time in 2 years. Hope you like? It should be better than the last edition. My writing has improved and it already shows. Let's see what the critics say. Reviews are always fun. The more the merrier I'd say.

A bientot.

Mlle Lauren