Title: The Rage
Summary: Jubilee gets too close to Logan at the wrong time.
Warnings: Strong adult themes; this has a borderlineR/NC-17 Rating!
Rating: Borderline R/NC-17 rating
Setting: After the wedding in 'Love Lights Your Way'
Characters: Logan/Jubilee, guest starring Hank, Jean, and Xavier
Note to readers: I had some trouble deciding whether to put this on this site or on www.adultfanfiction.net, with which I also have an account opened. I decided to put it on this one because it has a plot and a lot of emotional significance to the novels I wrote. If you think it's too graphic, let me know and I'll take it down and put it on the other site. Thanks!--Jae
The RageXavier was the only one who saw the warning signs.
The X-Men had just finished a particularly intense Danger Room session. They had all unanimously agreed to up the danger factor on the simulator, and quite a few of them were scratched, bruised, and battered. Their uniforms were ripped and tattered, and all were exhausted and ready to hit the showers.
Except one.
Logan stood in the middle of the Danger Room, breathing heavily, his uniform torn in at least half a dozen places. His eyes held that dangerous, feral glitter Xavier knew meant he was far gone in that berserker rage that scared everyone. With one exception.
Jubilee turned at the door, saw Logan still standing in the middle of the room, and turned and walked back toward him. Xavier saw Logan turn toward the dark-haired twenty-four year old girl walking toward him, and sucked in a breath. Jubilee might be married to him, but Charles didn't think she was prepared to handle Logan in his present state. Jubilee… he warned her. Logan's dangerous in this state of mind. Don't go near him.
Charles, Jubilee's mindvoice was light, Logan is my husband. He wouldn't hurt me. She strolled back across the floor to Logan. "Come on, Logan," she said, taking his arm and tugging gently. "Let's go get cleaned up."
* * *
His senses were riveted to the black-haired nymph walking toward him. She smelled of female sweat and blood from the scratch on her thigh…and something else. He sniffed deeply. This female was in heat; he could smell the scent of pheromones all over her. He stalked toward her, stiff-legged, a predator hunting down someone marked as prey.
* * *
Jubilee narrowed her eyes at the look in Logan's eyes. "Logan? Are you okay?"
He sprang at her. Completely unprepared, she fell backward as he collided with her and bore her down backwards to the floor. His hands were all over her, roving her body, ripping away the shreds of her uniform. Jubilee yelled, "Logan, come on! Stop it! You're ruining my uniform! Logan!"
He ripped away the last shreds, and her bra soon joined it. His claws scratched her skin, leaving long red gashes in her skin. She could feel them; they were shallow, superficial, but they hurt like hell. She screamed as loud as she could. "Logan! Stop it!" She froze as he slit the waistband of her briefs and pulled the shredded cotton away, sniffing at her body. She made a face. It was her time of month; Logan knew she hated being touched now.
He grabbed handfuls of his own uniform and ripped it open, then shredded the briefs he wore under it. Jubilee became alarmed. "Logan! Logan, stop it!" She struggled as he slipped one hair-roughened thigh between hers, spreading her thighs open. She flailed out, panicking. "Logan! Stop it! Stop it, you're hurting me!" she switched to her telepathic voice and screamed, LOGAN STOP IT!
Jean was slipping into her clothes in the girls' locker room when her mind was assaulted by Jubilee's telepathic scream. She staggered and clutched her head, moaning. Across the room, Betsy was doing the same. Ororo rushed to Jean's side as Rogue did the same to Betsy, but Jean waved her off. Wincing from the telepathic call ringing through her head, she nevertheless struggled to her feet and tried to stagger toward the door as Xavier's frantic call rang through all their heads. X-men! Scott, Remy, Hank! Logan's hurting Jubilee!!
In the Danger Room, Jubilee screamed as Logan pushed into her unprepared body. She arched her back in pain as he pulled out, then thrust in again. The memories of Bastion, of Creed, rushed into her mind, and it took all of her will not to strike out with her plasma and blast Logan off her. This was Logan, after all. Her husband. He didn't mean to hurt her. He loved her.
She gritted her teeth and forced herself to relax. The muscles inside her body loosened, and she suddenly felt heat begin deep inside her body. She groaned as he began to move, faster and faster, and she felt herself becoming aroused. Unconsciously, her hips began to move in rhythm with his, and, with her emotions under control, she dared to open her mind to his.
Pure, unadulterated lust flooded her mind. She finally understood. Logan's berserker rage was really the animal part of his brain taking over. She could feel his lust, his desire for her, and it spilled over to engulf her. He howled as he came inside her, and she screamed again, in pleasure, then got lost in the swirl of emotions and sensations from both her body and his and went limp.
Jean and Scott got into the Danger Room first, and stared in shock. Logan and Jubilee both lay on the floor, unconscious. Jubilee was bleeding from between her spread thighs and her body was marked with scratches; there was blood smeared all over Logan's front, concentrating on his groin and inner thighs. Her blood also smeared his claws and fingers.
"Oh my God," Jean whispered. "Oh God." She picked Logan up, none too gently, and dropped him on the floor of the Danger Room, then took Jubilee's limp body in a telekinetic hold. Take her to Hank in the medlabs, Xavier said. Scott, put Logan on one of the tables in the medlab…and strap him down. I don't know if he's still going to be in the rage when he wakes up, but I don't want to take a chance on him hurting Jubilee again.
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Logan groaned as his eyes opened.
He stared upward at the plain gray ceiling above him. The distinctive hum of the Shi'ar machines around him reassured him. He was in the medlabs, then.
He tried to get up, to roll over and sit up, and found he couldn't. He was restrained by a heavy band of metal across his chest. He blinked. "What happened?"
Jean's face swam into view. She looked angry. "You don't remember?"
Logan didn't want to see the fury in her eyes, so he dropped his gaze to the metal band across his chest, and got another surprise. Just past that band, he saw the huge rip in his uniform. The uniform itself covered with flaky dried reddish-brown matter that his nose told him was blood. "Jean, what happened?"
Jean snapped, "You attacked Jubilee in the Danger Room. You were so far gone in that damn berserker rage you get into that you jumped on her."
He stared at his blood-crusted clothes. Jean didn't have to say anymore. "Is Jubilee…all right?" It was the only thing he could think of to say. She was his life, his world, his love. His wife. And he'd hurt her, in perhaps the worst way a woman could be hurt. She felt the same pain at Creed's hands, at Bastion's, and now, at his, the one person who should have loved, protected, and cherished her the most.
"She is fine, physically," Hank said. "A great deal of that blood is the natural process of her body flushing out the unused lining of her uterus. She'll be all right physically; emotionally, though, I'm not sure."
Logan's head fell back against the bed, closing his eyes as a sick feeling filled him. What had he done?! She would leave him now, she would divorce him, and she had every right to. He had raped her. He felt the pressure of the gold wedding ring on his finger, and nearly started crying. She was the best thing ever to happen to him, and he'd ruined it all in a few careless moments. What would she feel like when she woke up? She had managed to get past Bastion's brutal rape of her; and then had worked past Creed's violation. But how was she going to react to this betrayal? He lay on the bed, tears filling his eyes, tears he refused to shed. He deserved to lose her.
Jubilee's eyelids fluttered, and she groaned. Her body hurt. That must have been some workout in the Danger Room. She figured she must be in the medlabs, and started to roll over when she felt the spasming of muscles in her abdomen and moaned at the raw ache between her legs.
Memory flooded back, and she groaned as she sat up. Damn. Never had so much fun. Sex is fun with him like that. Where is he? Oh,.. "Logan…"
"She's waking up," Jean said. As Jubilee opened her eyes, she saw Jean and Hank hovering over her. "Jubilee, how do you feel?"
She sat up slowly, wincing a bit as she felt the soreness between her legs. "Okay, I guess. What happened?" She looked past Jean to where Logan lay on the adjoining bed still strapped in. "What are you doing?" she said. "What happened?" Without waiting for an answer, she got up off her bed and started to fuss with the metal band across Logan's chest.
"Darlin', no," Logan moaned.
She took another look at him, lying limp there, and she wrinkled her nose. "No nothing. You smell. We both have to get cleaned up. Come on."
He stared at her, stupefied. "But Jubes…I…I raped you. Don't you remember?"
Jubilee giggled. "Logan, don't be silly! You might have taken me by surprise, but I loved it too!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him up to a sitting position, then started to work on the bindings on his ankles. "Though I'd appreciate it if you waited next time till it wasn't my cranky week, as you put it. Look, you've messed your uniform up. Mine isn't much better; I guess I'm going to have a lot of sewing to do for the next week." She stood, as Logan continued to stare at her stupidly.
She sighed again, placed her hands on his thighs and leaned in until her face was only inches from his. "Logan. Listen to me. You didn't hurt me. I am fine. Now will you come on? You're starting to stink." He still looked uncertain. She rolled her eyes, leaned a little closer, and mashed her lips firmly against his. After one startled moment, he opened his mouth and she kissed him, deeply, as she whispered into his mind, Logan. I love you. You didn't hurt me. And even if you did, I wouldn't leave you. I couldn't leave you, Logan. You are my world, my life. To leave you would be asking me to cut my own heart out. I couldn't do it. That's why I married you. Now stop being silly and come on.
Jubilee broke the kiss first. Dazed, Logan took her hand, got up, and followed her out of the medlabs.
Jean and Hank watched them go, amazement written all over her face. She turned to Hank, only to see the same expression all over his. "It didn't even faze her," Jean shook her head. "They really are meant for each other."
Hank gathered up the instruments he'd used to check Jubilee out. "They are indeed," he said. "When Jubilee first joined us, I had my doubts…but she is a remarkable girl, Jean."
"No kidding," Jean said incredulously. "No damn kidding."