A/N: Yes another story from me featuring ViRo. I am still working on The Weather Witch and the Pussy Cat. For those interested check out that unrelated story and it's companion piece Something Different, which was inspired by the amazing author LadyFangs. To my faithful readers, thanks for sticking with me. This will be a fairly short story, meaning ten chapters or less. I've been hitting the writing nail on the head at the moment and this one just wouldn't leave me alone.

Disclaimers: X-men was created by Stan Lee and belongs to him and Marvel. I own squat but the story being written.

Warnings: This story contains language, violence; graphic depictions of sexual activity, mentions of drug use, and adult themes and situations. It is not suited for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.

One

It was a rare night out for the weather witch, one in which she had planned to enjoy. For those who thought they knew the weather goddess, they thought her a good girl. In most instances, they were right, but not tonight. Tonight, she aimed to let loose the control that she was forced to hold onto during the week. Tonight, she aimed to be free.

Now as she moved through the crowded club somewhere on the 'wrong' side town, ample hips swaying to the music, she felt relaxed. Maybe it was the four shots of Jim that still burned in the pit of her stomach; perhaps it was the joint she had smoked on her way to the club. Either way, she was feeling free, completely aware that she was being watched from across the room.

Amber eyes watched from a distance, as she danced with some random schmuck on the dance floor, her leather clad hips keeping him entranced as he watched her. So the uptight X Geek knew how to let loose when she wanted to. A predatory smile threatened to tug at his lips as he made his way towards the dancing pair.

At six and a half feet tall, he didn't have to push anyone out of his way, the sea of bodies just parted for him. That was the way he liked it. He noticed the few uneasy glances thrown his way, he ignored them just as he ignored the lustful looks thrown his way by various frails. He was focused on just one in particular and she would be leaving with him tonight, by force or not.

X

She felt large hands upon her swaying hips, assuming that it was her dance partner. Freezing when she leaned back against the broad expanse of chest, she was a bit concerned when she only came mid sternum to the person behind her. She could feel the deep chuckle given at her reaction before warm breath tickled her ear.

"Who knew you danced like a goddess too," the voice sent shivers down her spine and sent another sensation further south. A reaction he surely picked up on standing so close to her. "Relax, I just wanna play." That only made her tense in his grasp more.

"Your idea of play differs vastly from mine Sabretooth," her voice was calm as she reached down and pushed his hands away from her body, turning to face him.

"Not tonight," was his only response as she watched his nostrils flare and he gave her a knowing look. "Seems our idea of play might be the same." A toothy smile, predatory and hungry made her raise an eyebrow before rolling her own blue eyes. He had to admire that fire she held. Even in the arms of a serial killer she didn't back down.

Leaning down, he invaded her personal space, and when she didn't move away, he took that as a sign of her willingness before speaking. "Why don't we take this show somewhere less crowded, and I take care of that little problem you got in yer panties."

His voice was a husky growl in her ear and it only made that 'problem' worse, but she didn't let it show in her face. She didn't need to. Placing a hand against his chest, she pushed him away with shake of her head.

"Not in your life." With that, she was disappearing in the crowd towards the neon sign that read 'ladies'. He couldn't help but chuckle as a single thought raced through his mind. Game on.

X

She was touching up her make up in the bathroom mirror, cursing herself for allowing him to get as close as he had. What was he even doing in a place like this? Then again, what was she? Looking down as she turned on the tap, she ignored the sound of the door opening and then closing to her right.

It wasn't until a hand covered her mouth that she looked up startled. Her eyes locked with the blonde mutant's an eyebrow hitched. She had known that he would follow, a part of her had counted upon it. With a smile, the hand was lowered slowly from her mouth to the front of her throat. A feeling so familiar that it made the shiver return. Most would have taken it as a threat, but not her. An explanation wasn't needed, they both understood that she belonged to him, and he to her.

Leaning her head to one side, she exposed the smooth line of her neck, as she let her body relax against the expanse of his chest. She knew what lay beneath the fabric of his shirt, hard muscle that she had marked time and time again. Just as he had marked her in places only the two of them were privy to.

"I'm tired having to pretend that you aren't mine," his voice a husky and dark in her ear as his talons left small welts of raised flesh in their wake. She knew the damage those claws could cause, had seen it firsthand. Yet, she felt utterly and completely safe in his grasp.

"Soon," her voice barely audible, but she knew he would hear her words. "I'm just waiting for the right time to tell them; they won't understand."

"Doesn't matter," his breath was upon her neck, drawing her eyes closed at the sensation. His, never left her reflection, even as his hand trailed lower. "Can't keep us apart." a graze of teeth, canines scraping over the pulsating vein just below caramel colored skin. Still, his hand trailed lower.

"I know," she watched him with hooded eyes, leaning back into him. "But they are my friends. Their acceptance means something." A gasp, just a small intake of breath as his nails grazed across her stomach. She could feel him harden beneath the fabric of his jeans, and she drew her lip between her teeth.

A shake of her head, a hand capturing wrist, blue eyes locking with amber. He growled in response, his eyes narrowing to slits.

"Friends are overrated." He whispered against her ear before he turned her to face him.

"I disagree," she responded and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist when he lifted her off of her feet.

X

A knock brought her slowly from her slumber, and she was vaguely aware of an arm draped across her abdomen. Another round of rapping upon the wooden door made her frown and snuggle into the warmth that engulfed her.

"Hey 'Ro, I need to ask you somethin'." The familiar voice was what finally made her stir enough to answer.

"Later Logan, it is much too early for questions," she groaned as she moved to turn over onto her side. It was a moved that proved difficult. Another rap of knuckles and this time it wasn't she that responded.

"You deaf runt? We're tryna sleep." Came the growl before she could begin to reply. Eyes opening wide, she turned to where the voice came from just as her door opened with enough force to ricochet off of the wall with a loud –bang-.

There was no time for explanations, one moment she lay in bed and the next, she stood naked between her best friend and her lover. Her secret had just become public knowledge in the worst way possible.

"Don't." she looked from one feral man to the other, a hand firmly on either man's chest just as Scott rounded the top of the stairs and appeared in her doorway.

To be continued...