A/N This dark little piece came out of no where and so I started writing. I wasn't even sure who's mind I was in as it came onto the page, so I will let you all try to figure it out.
The two chapters here are all there is to this piece, just a short dark moment in the lives of some of our favorite mutants.
He sat still, quiet, only someone with his abilities would even be able to detect he was here. His mind wandered over everything that brought him to this point. None of it mattered. Tomorrow morning she'd be gone, out of his life forever.
He pulled a cigar out of his coat pocket, his long nails scraping against the silk that lined the brown leather. The sound was harsh to his ears. So was the strike of the match. The sulfur smell reminded him why he was doing this. She deserved so much better, and was getting it. He puffed on the cigar until he had a good hot cherry on the end, then pulled the smoke into his lungs. His dark brows and heavy mutton chop sideburns glowed demonically in the mirror across from him as he pulled another drag.
Demon, that was what he was, not human, not really mutant, a demon on earth, and there was no place in her life for demons. He grinned a little at the thought, his fangs flashing red in the light from the cigar.
He glanced at her sleeping form. This was it, his last night watching over her, his last night guarding her sleep. Tomorrow someone else took over that job, tomorrow he'd be free to leave and never see her again.
He winced at the flare of pain that thought brought. She didn't know, would never know, and he wanted to keep it that way. Pain led to anger, and he gripped that old friend close, anger would keep him going, get him through the changing of the guard tomorrow, let him turn his back and walk away. They'd try to talk him into staying, come up with a hundred reasons, but in the end, he would just slip out, push his bike down the drive until the sound of the engine wouldn't be heard, and take off for parts unknown.
He didn't even know why he was here, why he couldn't just walk away, why he had that dull empty pain in the middle of his chest when he saw them together. They hated him, mostly, and were smart to.
One more night until she turned into someone else's problem, her sweet voice for someone else's ears, her sweet scent for someone else's nose to catch.
He still couldn't forgive her for it, how she'd fallen in love with HIM of all people, he still couldn't figure out. He'd been so close to being it, the one, and she always would be for him, but tomorrow she was going to another man's bed, as his wife, and tonight was his last night watching over her sleep.
Another drag on the cigar highlighting his demonic countenance. She'd been his to protect, and he had many times over.
She moved restlessly, a small whimper escaping her sweet lips. He could smell what she was dreaming about and stood silently. He wasn't going to sit here and smell her dreaming about her wedding night.
One foot was on the windowsill when he heard it, barely there in her aroused moan "Logan". He tried to force himself out the window, but he heard it again, along with the mounting scent of her arousal. "Logan."
One part of him, the one that wanted to protect her even from him, rose up and his thoughts whirled around the idea that this was wrong, he had no right, but his body wasn't listening. He had to take one taste, just one.
His weight on the bed startled her awake.
"Sugar?" She whispered, fear tingeing her scent. She had no idea how much that little change ramped up his sex drive.
"I was just checkin' on ya." He said softly, a deep growl in his voice. The voice of reason seemed to grow quieter as she sat up, the sheet falling away, revealing the disheveled and revealing gown she'd worn to bed.
"Ah'm fine." She said, but his nose told him differently, she was still very aroused, as well as embarrassed, and afraid. She had reason for the later. He reached up and gently brushed away a silver lock from her cheek.
"Really?" He knew his voice held a challenge she would find hard to resist.
"Really." She said firmly. He knew he should leave it at that, but he didn't. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his, the hand that had brushed her hair away held her in place so she couldn't pull away. He felt her fighting him, his claws slipped out slowly, he wasn't going to hurt her.
He felt her surrender, her body relax, almost welcoming his touch as his claws made quick work of the flimsy cloth between him and her sweet skin.
One hand held her tight to his lips, her response making his blood boil arousal and fear making his head spin. He tasted blood as his teeth scraped her lip too hard and his animal escaped its cage completely. He growled low as she tried to fight him off again, but even in the dark, even with her struggling against him, he could unfasten his pants one handed. She cried out as he thrust deep inside her, her body making a lie of her whimpered denials. He could feel her shudder under him, but he held back. He knew what he wanted, what he wanted the other man to hear...her voice shouting his name.
Finally she couldn't help it, and he knew she'd always be his, no matter how long she was with the other. He roared his conquest as he pumped his seed deep into her and smiled. She turned her head away from him. He pulled away, a growl at her tears and anger. She'd enjoyed it, so what was she sniveling about?
He heard voices and footsteps as he climbed out the window. She would always know she belonged to him.
He dropped to the ground, and quickly grabbed the bag he'd left hidden for his escape tomorrow. He could hear them calling him, cursing him and he just grinned as he revved the bike and drove away. He'd always lived better in the dark, he didn't have any place in her world, but she would always know she belonged to the Wolverine.