Hey Mister Chapter 1: Activities, a x-men: the movie fanfic

Title: Hey Mister

Author: Ashnan Etana

Summary: Logan returns to find Marie couldn't wait to touch.

Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did… sigh …Oh, the things I could do with a certain Cajun and a growly butt-kicker. Makes my skin tingle just thinking about it.

The song "Hey Mister" is by Custom.

Rating: R

Feedback: Yes, please. It always helps to know what others think, even if it's bad. But be supportive; don't flame just to be cruel. All flames will be used for BBQ. Oh, how I love BBQ ribs.

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a song fic. Hope you like it.

Logan had been away too long. Sure, he'd called Marie almost every night, but phone calls didn't give a person the full picture. The knowledge of what was really going on. He'd stayed away as long as he could, giving Marie a chance to grow up. And grow up she had. She was beautiful, sexy and fun.

Hey Mister I really like your daughter,

I'd like to eat her like ice cream

maybe dip her in chocolate

Logan wasn't the only one that recognized the sexual being that Marie had become. Logan had returned to find some Cajun asshole calling himself Remy (actually calling himself 'Remy', in third person) hanging all over Marie. Logan could have really liked the guy if he hadn't kept touching Marie every chance he got. Sometimes the Cajun seemed to do it just to piss Scooter off. That's where he and Cajun had something in common. Yeah, coulda really liked the guy.

Hey Mister on your way to work

in your Volvo, suit, and tie

We'll, be crawling in your bed soon

messing around, maybe getting high

Apparently, while Logan had been gone, ol' Scotty-boy had proclaimed himself as some kind of father-figure to Marie. Logan didn't actually mind that. Sure it chapped his ass a bit to see Marie and One-Eye being so close, but it was nice to know that she had someone to look out for her when he wasn't around. Logan had really hoped Scooter was the reason that the Cajun touched Marie a little too intimately publicly. Yeah, 'touched' -- as in no material in between. It seems that Marie had gotten her skin under control during Logan's time away. And she hadn't even mentioned it during their phone conversations. That really hurt. But as much as Remy seemed to enjoy going out of his way to piss Scott off, Logan knew that wasn't why he caressed Marie so often. Pissing of Cyke was just a bonus. No, he just liked touching Marie. He liked it too damn much. And that's why Logan would never like the Cajun.

It's not what ya did,

It's not what ya didn't

God gave her a perfect body

and now I'm all up in it.

Logan knew those caresses continued on more intimately when Marie and Remy crawled into bed together at night. Not that Logan could hear them; his room was too far away from Marie's to hear anything. He could hear the snake bastard slithering down the hall on his way to Marie's room at night. God, someone who wasn't Logan was crawling between Marie's thighs at night.

It's not she's a tramp.

It's not she's not pure.

She just likes getting her fuck on,

and its good one of that I'm sure

From the whispers he'd overheard, the little giggles that were shared between the teenage girls, it hadn't just been that asshole Cajun either. Marie never did anything by halves. Apparently the sex had been the same way. She'd thrown herself into the new sensations with great abandon.

He hadn't heard the Cajun go past tonight. What did that mean? They'd probably gone up earlier than usual and were having a regular fuck-fest right about now. He just couldn't lay here and think about that. Logan had to get out of the place for awhile. Hop on his bike, ride around a bit, and maybe stop off at a bar or two. That meant he'd have to pass Marie's car. The gift wonderful, caring, asshole-scooter had given her for her eighteenth birthday. Man is Scooter uptight. Who buys a kid a car at eighteen? Old Cyke is so hung up on responsibility. Shit, Logan should've gotten her a car for her sixteenth, but hadn't thought of it. Well, he was back now, and Scooter wouldn't one-up him again.

Hey Mister I really like your daughter.

When I'm horny like thirsty

She's a bottle of water.

Logan made his way to the garage trying to get the images of Marie and that prick Cajun rubbing up against one another out of his head. God, at least he hoped it was the Cajun. Maybe that's why he hadn't heard him pass. Maybe she'd replaced the Cajun already. This shit was tearing him apart. He wouldn't be able to stay much longer and keep his sanity. He was gonna have to hit the road again soon if something didn't change. Something like him replacing all these other little jerks in Marie's bed.

He neared the garage; that's when he heard it. The slapping of flesh against flesh. The little moans of pleasure the couple was making. Marie's moans mixed with the Cajun's. Logan didn't know whether to be glad it was still Remy or not. At least she wasn't with someone new. Someone new that wasn't him.

Hey Mister how'd it get so bad

You raised her so well

and now she's calling me dad

in the back seat naked of a new Volkswagen

the perfect little gift for high school graduation.

Logan stopped in his tracks and just listened. Sure it was masochistic, but how could he not. Marie's moans, the hitch in her breathing, each sound she made was beautiful. Oh, fuck no, anything but this! He couldn't escape and he couldn't make himself go back to his room.