It was early morning, and Ana had slept well her body and mind felt refreshed, she still missed Paris though. Maybe, she had made the wrong decision, maybe she should have convinced Wade to run away with her. Shaking her head she tried to banish the thought, it was such a foolish thing to think. How could she ever abandon her country. Pulling herself out of bed, her feet touched the cold cement floor and Ana went to her dresser. Pulling out a pair of cargo pants, and a white racer back tank top, her hand gingerly caressed the black dress she wore in Paris.
Slamming the drawer shut she quickly got dressed, she hadn't showered since the day she flew back, and when they arrived she went right to bed. She was exhausted and didn't want to think anymore, the best thing for her poor shattered mind at that point was resting. As she walked through the hall she established a telepathic perimeter around her, so she could keep track of Victor. She wanted to make sure the only scent she had on her was her's the last thing she needed was the homicidal gorilla, deciding to hunt down Wade to assert his dominance. The last thing she wanted was Wade getting hurt, Victor would get his pound of flesh if he found out she had slept with Wade.
She slipped into the women's shower room, she stripped down and quickly hopped into the closest shower stall. The water was scalding her but she didn't care she wanted to wash away the feelings she had. Espionage was no place for feelings like these, she had to focus on the task at hand. As she ran her shampoo through her hair she began to let her mind wander. Today she might steal both Wraith and Bolt's power, she could do some snooping on the computers and maybe figure out what the adamantium was.
The hot water washed the suds of the shampoo away and she opened her eyes, the hot air caught in her throat. She quickly washed her body and turned off the hot water. Stepping out of the shower stall she went and grabbed one of the scratchy white towels. She rubbed the rough towel over her body wiping away the water. Once she was completely dry she put on her clothes and walked towards the door. Opening the large door she walked into the hallway, she wanted to find Wraith and Bolt.
As she approached the mess hall her stomach began to growl at the scent of the fresh food. Biting her lip she pushed open the door and walked inside. All of her teammates were scattered at different tables, but she ignored them. Her stomach led her to the stainless steel buffet, picking up one of the plates and began to fill it with sausages, and fruit. She walked casually away from the buffet and towards John and Chris. Ana paused at the head of the table and smile softly at the two men.
"Hi, may I join you?" Her voice was light but colder than usual, both men looked up at her. "Of course please sit." Wraith assured her with a warm voice. Ana took her seat next to Chris with a smile on her face. Wade watched her from afar like a hawk, it was a moment like this he secretly wished he had Logan and Victor's heightened senses so he could enjoy her from a distance. Victor was gazing at the redheaded woman; she smelled of vanilla and jasmine. Her red hair glistened in the harsh fluorescent light, and it was like he was right next to her. His mind flooded with memories of her the way she screamed under him; the scent of her sweet sex, it was a mellow scent that lingered in his nostrils; and how fragile she felt beneath him. The images that had flowed into his mind created a pressure in his loins; he smiled to himself, he would have her again.
"How are you feeling?" John asked before putting a piece of sausage in his mouth.
"I am alright." She replied; she took a bite of her apple and looked up at Wraith with cool calm eyes
"How was Paris?" Chris asked curiously; he had never been there himself, and wanted to know what it was like.
"It was exciting. I hadn't been there in years; it made me almost miss my special ops missions." She smiled, biting her lip she thought about the passionate night she had with Wade, and the rush of extracting information from Bouvier.
"Really? I don't ever remember recon being that good." Wraith laughed noticing the reminiscent look on Ana's face. She glanced at John with playful eyes, and bit her lip while raising her left eyebrow. Her hand brushing his; Ana felt the surge of his powers fill her body and a warmth spread over her.
Ana knew Wraith would be able to read her playful glance. He was a man with experience, and her passionate evening was written across her face. Chris on the other hand was at a bit of a loss; he was young and hadn't fully come into his manhood yet. While Ana knew he fooled around he had yet to really experience the true warmth of a woman's legs around his waist; it was a shame but made her communication with Wraith that much more fun.
"Was it as beautiful as it is in the movies?" Chris asked and to Ana's ears his voice sound so sweet and naïve. Finishing her plate she thought about the words she would use; Paris was a city with a beauty that she found hard to describe.
"Would you like to see?" She asked her mind unable to find any words to describe the glory she had etched in her memory.
"Um..." Chris stammered looking at the young woman before him, frightened and unsure. Ana only smiled, turning him to face her head on she smiled gently at him.
"This won't hurt I promise." Spreading Chris's legs with her's she pulled her chair closer, the whole room watched not tearing their eyes away from the incredibly intimate moment. Placing her hands on either side of his temples she gave him a warm smile. Bolt stared at her unsure of what to do.
"Close your eyes, and relax." Ana commanded and watched as the young man slowly closed his blue eyes. Taking a deep breath she smiled as she began to transfer the beautiful memories she had of Paris. The Eiffel Tower with its beautiful view of Paris; the Louvre containing all of its masterpieces; and the Chateau Rouge, its elegance and luxury. Not only in that moment did she transfer the images she had in her memory but every sensation she had in those moments.
Wade held his glass of orange juice in his hand delicately watching, his little Red play with Bolt. He had no idea what she was doing exactly, but he was a bit jealous. The feeling filled him as he watched; if it had been anyone else he would have thought they were about to kiss.
Victor on the other hand knew what she was doing, and he didn't like that runt getting so close to something that was his. A low growl filled his throat; his muscles stiffened, but he remained across from his brother. Logan glanced ever so casually to his brother hearing the fierce sound grumbling from him.
"Victor." Logan coaxed his voice was rough and stern; he didn't want his brother to harm the young boy. Victor ignored his brother, he had no intentions of maiming the boy. He would take his pound of flesh for the telepath, a reason to punish the poor girl.
Pulling her hands away from Bolt and kept her eyes closed carefully collecting her thoughts and putting them back in order. Ana controlled her breathing as she sat back in her chair; each breath relaxing her sharp mind. Her eyes fluttered open as felt the calm she maintained flowed back. Chris looked a bit dazed, but a smile was painted across his face. Ana could feel her body tingle with Bolt's new power; taking another deep breath she pushed it deep within her mind. She created mental barriers around it to contain the power of it.
"Wow, it really is as beautiful as it is in the movies." Bolt murmured with a smile painted across his face. Ana only smiled leaning over to Chris she pressed her lips on his cheek, he was such a sweet boy.
"I hope one day you can see it yourself Christopher." Ana replied; standing up she forced herself into a Zen like state. "I will see you two later, I am going to go rest."
As she left the mess hall and walked down the halls she kept smiling; she was feeling really good about herself. It wasn't very often she used her power like that, and made someone smile. The smile on her face began to hurt it was so wide. Turning the corner she, began to project a telepathic radius around her to ensure nobody would be able to sneak up on her. Walking quickly towards the stairwell she slipped behind the door, closing it almost silently.
Ana ran down the stairs to the third floor, she had yet to do much investigation down there. She opened the stairwell door, glancing around to see if anyone was around; the coast was clear. Quickly Ana slipped into the hallway her telepathic radius picking up on doctors near by. She bit her lip and in addition to her previous counter measure she began to use her psychic shadowing. She walked down the cold concrete hallway and up to the door. They were large army green swinging-doors with a porthole window in each one. Peering inside the room through the door she noticed there were only three doctors, and a large server system with a computer in on the far wall.
Ana took a deep breath and opened the door forcing the doctors not to notice the door swing as she walked in. Walking up to the first doctor she smiled to herself, touching his should she leaned into his ear.
"Sleep." She whispered softly; her voice was barely audible, but the man fell to the ground with a loud thud. The two other doctor's turned to see their colleague on the floor, but before they could respond Ana had whispered the same words in the second doctor's ear. Finally while the third doctor was still in shock she reached him, the words barely crossed her lips when the doctor hit the floor. A smile crossed her lips; she loved that trick, now it was time to see what they were working on.
Taking her place at the computer she giggled silently to herself, time to test out her new powers. With a deep breath Ana let the blocks she had down around Bolt's power slowly letting it take control of her body. Her entire body tingled; it felt like her entire body had undergone a slight shock. Touching the top of the monitor she began to access the computer files. At first the computer was opening files she wasn't interested in until she began to really harness the power she had absorbed.
She began to scan the files she had open they were chemical compound diagrams, she herself didn't understand what was in front of her. Chemistry had never been her strong suite so she ever so carefully looked around the room noticing a small case of disks lying on a table next to her. Stepping away from the computer she grabbed the small silver disk from the stainless steel table and slipped it into the computer's disk drive. Touching the monitor once again she downloaded as much of the content from the computer on to the disk. It was better to have only part of the formula than none, and the disk was small only able to hold the chemical formula. Once the download was complete she slipped the disk back into the black plastic case and slipped it into her pocket.
Ana walked over to each doctor touching them for only a moment and wiping their memory of the event and awakening them from their sleep. Each stood up ignoring her presence still they went back to work like nothing had ever happened. She slipped out of the room, and teleported herself into the women's shower room. The feeling of her body dematerializing was like a thousand needles stabbing every cell in her body. When she reappeared it was like those thousand needles had been set on fire. Grasping the wall of the shower stall she had materialized in she let out a gasp of pain; she had no doubt that Wraith was used to his power and never felt the pain she had felt only seconds ago.
Pulling herself together she began to walk through the halls of their living area; she had let her telepathic vigilance fade, she had nothing to fear here on this floor. Opening the steel door to her room she carefully slipped the disk from her pocket and into the top dresser drawer. The doorknob turned and Ana turned on her heel to see who was at her door. Victor towered in front of her with a confident smirk on his face.
"Victor, you should knock." She said firmly looking at him straight in the eye. He ignored her comment as he stood in silence in front of her. He took in her tiny figure; he could hear each of her breaths become shorter and shorter. Victor took a step towards her; his chest barely a half of a foot from her. Ana timidly reached out tracing his jawline; she had missed the fear, and excitement he ignited in her. She knew it was wrong for her not to resist him, but his presence compelled her.
He grabbed her hand and yanked her small body against his. A gasp escaped her lips, closing her eyes she melted into him his senses taking over. She had never had so many powers inside her at once; they began to mix into an electric buzz that ran through her veins.
"I wanna make you scream." He growled into her ear; her scent filled his nostrils and she smelled even better close up. Smashing his lips onto her's he could feel body relax from his kiss. His arm snaking around her waist and he held her close. She loved the feeling of his tongue forcing itself passed her lips. The scent of him; the scent of his sweat so brutally masculine and outdoorsy; and the feeling of his strong arms holding her delicate body against him. Those things alone made her knees weak, she loved his manliness and his strength.
Victor pushed Ana roughly against the wall, but she pushed him away. Part of her wanted him to get mad, to hurt her, and she wanted to feel his wrath. Grabbing her hair he tugged on her hair roughly, evoking a moan from her lips. He hated controlling his animal urges when he had her alone and her lips were like sugar. Pressing his lips against them a shot of exhilaration flowed from her sweet pink, swollen lips into his body. Breaking the kiss he extended one of his claws and dragged it down her neck splitting the skin. He watched the blood drizzle down, leaving a red trail down her swan-like neck.
Grinning at his handy work he bent down to lick the blood up; his tongue was soft against her skin. It was the moment of pleasure she revelled in after the sharp pain he and inflicted on her. Victor paused his lips sucking gently on small cut he lapped up her blood and bit down viciously. She shrieked at the pain pushing against his chest she thrashed against throbbing in her neck.
Her body demanded relief from the pain, but her mind knew better. With a deep breath she let the pain hit her like tsunami wave crashing on top of her; the longer and harder he bit the more she forced her body to relax. It was easier to let the endorphins flow her veins and bring her to a high than to try and get away.
"Victor." She whimpered; this time it wasn't in pleasure. Her neck throbbed with a pain she could never describe; his sharp fangs had pierced her porcelain neck. He pulled away from his sweet treat and met her light bright eyes with his dark stormy ones. A dangerous look painted across them; he kissed the now tender skin. His soft kisses trailed down her neck to her clavicle. Raising his lips he nipped the sore skin until he reached her ear. Gritting her teeth she let her body go limp, holding her against the cold cement he ignored the world around him. He was like a starved wolf with a piece of meat. Once he was sure he had left severe bruises he released his rough hold of her flaming hair. She stood looking at him with sweet compliant eyes; He smirked down at the slave he had before him.
"Strip for me." His voice was so firm and commanding she couldn't help but do what he told her. Victor closed the door to her room and sat coolly on the bed. Ana watched him intently; with each step he claimed the room and everything in it. She lifted her shirt pulling it off her curvy body, and let it drop lazily from her hand. Victor watched his face stone cold except his usually indifferent eyes; they seemed to be lit with a fiery passion. They spoke volumes about what was going through his dark, twisted mind.
Her hands fumbled with her pants she was struggling to unbuttoned them; they finally fell casually from her hips. A small deadly smirk crossed Victor's face; there she was in her cute black little bra and panties. Her creamy skin untouched by his claws, all he could imagine was her twisted, and contorted into different positions as he pleased himself with her sweet body. Her voice shaking, and screaming for more. She undid her bra letting it fall from her shoulders; she tossed it on the ground next to her shirt. Bending over slightly she slowly pulled down her panties over her toned thighs, and stepped out of them. Her body quivered as he stared at her; his eyes went up and down her body savouring the sight.
Victor grabbed Ana pulling her onto his lap; he wanted her to ride him until she could do no more. Only after that would he fuck her until he reached his climax. She sat on his lap their lips fused together in a savage kiss her heart raced; this was bliss. It was when Victor made her vulnerable and weak that she felt most alive.
Slowly she could feel him getting hard under her, so she began to grind herself into his growing member. Holding the naked beauty close to him Victor began to feel a dull ache in his pants; his thick cock was beginning to throb. Her hands tugged at his hair, she wanted him so badly her body was filled with a frustration that was about to spill as hot liquid tears. Victor ignored her desperation, it was only when felt like he couldn't take it anymore, then he would fuck his little toy.
Pulling her close to him he wrapped his strong arm around her hips lifting her off his lap. He quickly unzipped his pants pulling out his throbbing cock. Forcing her hips roughly down his stiff member; he watched as it disappeared into her dripping snatch.
Ana let out a loud desperate moan; lifting herself up she let herself slide down his long shaft. Her body buzzed with intense pleasure as she slid up and down. She was desperate for relief her body ached with intense frustration; her nails digging into Victor's muscular shoulder as she was clinging to her last bit of sanity. Victor watched amused by the small woman pleasing herself on him, her head thrown back in passion, and the frantic screams that left her perfect mouth. Ana loved that feeling of being watched by her lover; it made her feel naughty; it made her body glow with excitement. With a loud groan she felt her legs begin to burn from bouncing herself on Victor's lap, but that didn't matter as much as the wave of euphoria that crashed on her.
Victor took great pleasure in her having an orgasm on his cock, it might have been the way her womanhood grasped on to him, or the look of pure pleasure on her face. Grabbing her hips lifting her he helped her bounce at a speed she had been unable to achieve on her own. Her thighs were weak and she could barely manage to lift herself anymore.
"Oh God, Victor." She moaned grabbing helplessly at the black shirt he was wearing. He grabbed her throat with one hand, and his other remained around her waist bouncing her. Her body quivered she could feel the ball of ecstasy growing between her legs. Soon it slammed her body again with a wave of pleasure that overtook her body exhausting it.
Victor picked Ana's limp exhausted body up and pressed her against the cold steel door. He was finding it harder and harder to contain his own pleasure, but he would be sure to leave her entirely spent before he finished. Her body was practically limp in his arms, she tried her hardest to cling to him, but every inch of her body was still paralyzed by her last orgasm. He pumped in and out of her harder and faster; listening only to her weak frantic commands.
"Harder. Faster." Ana begged her voice was shaking uncontrollably. Victor obliged her happy to leave her cunt sore. Suddenly Ana's muscles tensed once more ; she arched her back and grabbed desperately on to Victor. Satisfied she would be unable to leave her room Victor pounded into her tight cunt until he reached his climax; biting down on her shoulder Ana screamed out in pain.
Victor gently let her down, each of her two feet touched the floor. He kept his body close to her as he used the door for support. Ana rested her head against his chest, her hands gently clasping his now damp sweaty shirt. Catching his breath Victor stepped back placing himself back in his pants. She stood uneasily her legs shaking and tried to take a step only to stumble into Victor's arms. Ana turned her body slightly and Victor eased her onto the bed.
"By the way there is no God, but I appreciate the sentiment." Victor chuckled leaving his delicious toy, to suffer the effects of his affection. She fell back on her bed her mind swirling around; how she was ever going to finish her mission when she was too busy satisfying her lust?
Ana laid on her bed unsure if she could trust her legs. Unsure of how long she lay there, her mind began to bother her. As she had lain there all she could think about was how she had gotten herself into this predicament. Forcing herself up she grabbed some clothes; she wobbled a moment, and grabbed the dresser. Once she was sure she was steady she quickly put them on. She decided a run would help her forget her own stupidity.
The encounter with Victor had thrown her off, she was too focused on her hormones. She walked calmly through the halls, she didn't really need to worry about Victor catching the scent of Wade on her, and she knew Wade wouldn't notice. She walked quickly towards the large swinging-doors and entering the gym. There was Logan and Wade it appeared they were sparring or fighting she couldn't quite tell.
"So you two do get along?" She chirped walking towards a treadmill Both men stopped staring at her, Wade was wearing a muscle shirt, and the scars were on his back were completely visible. She grit her teeth hoping that none of the men would ask about them. That was one thing about Victor, he didn't scar she never had to worry. She was also happy that when she fucked Victor she absorbed his healing factor leaving her scar-free.
"I thought I would teach Wolf-boy here a thing or two." Wade replied standing straight up, taking a break from his sparring match. She chuckled as she watched Logan roll his eyes. It had appeared Wade wasn't a bad martial artist, although she was sure Logan was better.
"Really now?" She laughed; Logan tackled Wade to the ground unleashing his long bone claws. "Looks like he's teaching you something".
"Watch it bub." Logan growled harshly to Wade; who shoved the older man off. They both stood up tired of each others' company. Logan furrowed his eyebrows as he took a deep breath in she didn't smell like herself; she was drenched with the scent of his brother. She had been with his brother again, it seems this time though Victor had been kinder to her. To Logan it seemed his brother was growing rather close to Ana. He rarely spoke of her but he didn't need to Logan could tell he had known him for centuries.
"That was pure luck. Would the Telepath like a lesson in hand to hand combat?" Wade asked with a stupid grin on his face. She furrowed her brows and just jumped on to the treadmill ignoring Wade's offer. Logan decided to leave Ana and Wade, he had, had enough of beating Wade up it was becoming tiresome. It was as he walked through the halls pondering Ana and Victor's relationship he decided he should ask Victor what was going on. Logan found Victor in his room, lying on his bed with a pair of shredded panties in his hand.
"Victor, I have a question for you." Logan said firmly, if he wasn't careful Victor would get worked up.
"What's that Jimmy?" Victor replied taking a deep whiff of the panties. God did they smell good, it was a sweet, musky, fruity scent.
"What are you doing with Ana?" Victor smirked as the words rolled off Logan's tongue. He thought it was fairly obvious what he was doing. Although he knew his little brother was hung up on his humanity, and was asking him if he was falling for her. The answer was no, she was just a perfect little whore; who accepted the animal he was. What he liked about was that she craved it; it was that; which satisfied him. As far as he was concerned her fear and simultaneous acceptance made him want to tie her up and leave her under his bed for when he got bored. Not exactly the thing that his brother was talking about.
"I think you have a good idea what's going on." Victor replied, although he had entertaining the idea of not killing her at some point. When she whimpered and begged him when they had sex it was almost enough of a high, that the thought of killing her seemed wasteful. Logan realized Victor was preoccupied and he wasn't going to get anywhere with him.
Wade watched her run, her breasts moving rhythmically, he was sitting on the console of a treadmill right next to her. Their escapade in Paris was almost perfect, granted when he imagined having sex with her before it lacked the violent outbursts from her. He noticed she was different here, it seemed like she was preoccupied, and he knew it wasn't him that she was fawning over. Part of him wanted to know who it was, so he could see what it was that she was so infatuated with. That and he maybe wanted to kick the guy's ass a little for stealing his spotlight. She slowed down the treadmill and he watched her slow herself to a walk.
"What do you need Wade?" She asked curiously wiping the sweat from her forehead. Ana stepped off the treadmill and looked at her teammate. He jumped off from where he was sitting and he grabbed her bicep pulling her into his chest.
"Sugar." He smirked pressing his lips onto her's. There was something about Wade, he was such an idiot, he was weak and arrogant but his kisses made her heart flutter. His touch was starting to make shivers up her spine, when he looked at her she felt weirdly safe. She'd probably have to save his ass, but part of her knew that he would try not to let anything happen on a mission. She broke the kiss; caressing his cheek she stared deep into his chocolate brown eyes. Pulling away from his safe arms, she bit her lip if only it had been another time and place.
Walking out of the gym she felt the true exhaustion of the day fall on her. Dragging herself to her room she was eager for her head to hit the pillow. Tomorrow would be a new day and she'd be able to do some more snoop around hopefully without those two distracting her. Walking through the hall she spotted her door, her feet dragged on the floor. Getting to her door she pulled it open and slipped inside falling on her bed the door closed with a quiet thud.
She fumbled around with her bra slipping the straps over her arms she pulled it out from under her shirt. Her head was cradled by the thin pillow, her eyes grew heavy but her mind was still sharp. She was going to have to decide how she was going to destroy the program. There was the obvious solution killing Stryker but that would cause an international incident, and could plunge the world into a nuclear war. She always had to kill someone; she hated killing; it was wasteful.
Ana thought about Wade, she thought about telling him who she really was but breaking her alias was far too risky. It was such a stupid idea, she had nothing to offer him to get him to switch sides. Furthermore she had no desire to end up a political prisoner, the Americans would kill her if they found out she was there. The question was what to do, she could destroy the base and everyone in it that was option one. Option two was contacting the KGB and asking for an extraction team. Odds are they would send a teammate from the super soldier program to help annihilate the Weapon X team, and help her escape. It seemed her only real option was number two, killing Stryker would accomplish nothing. She had to tread lightly, any false move could cause her to forfeit her life.