Chapter Eight

Authors note: Just so you guys know there FOUR more chapters left! They all go VERY, very quick. This was intentional. I hadn't intended the story to be more than so many chapters. Normally I would feel like it was rather short, but I'd rather not drag anything out more than it needs to be.

Dragging my nails lightly over the toned back I threw my head against the pillow in pleasure. The muscled backside rippled with every movement making my insides go insane at the sensations they were bringing me. The man's hands groped my buttocks aggressively as he angled my leg higher to maneuver himself deeper inside me. Yelling out nimbly I fisted my hands into his hair tugging on it so that it shoved his head in the crock of my neck where his lips immediately latched onto the skin like a parasite.

"Logan," I moaned loudly as he thrust a little too hard against me. He made a rough sound into my neck as he continued his pounding on my pelvis. "Harder."

His head moved away from my neck and he stared into my golden eyes with a devious smirk growing across his lips. I watched as he lifted both my legs up so one rested on either shoulders and he dived into me. It hurt like hell with how hard he was pumping inside me, but that's how we did things. We did it for the pain.

We didn't even do it for the pleasure really. Well, somewhat. The two of us enjoyed rolling around in the sac together, but the emotions were lacking. Not that we didn't care about each other because we did… it was just we wanted other people. I wanted Wade and he wanted Jean. Two people neither of us could have.

Having sexual intercourse with Logan made me feel rather guilty. I felt like Wade was watching every thrust, pant, groan, moan, and shriek of pain as Logan's member rammed into me.

Somehow between my off-track thoughts about Wade, Logan couldn't hold himself back any longer. He pulled out and emptied himself onto my stomach. Ewe.

He collapsed on the bed beside me and I scowled at him, "Hey, I'm not finished yet."

"Give me a moment kid," Logan grunted as he wiped the sweat from his brow. With a disgusted look at my stomach I reached down and grabbed Logan's clean shirt from the floor and wiped the semen off my body. "That's my shirt."

"And I'm still horny."

Logan smirked and I felt his fingers crawl between my legs. I closed my eyes as two of them seeped inside of me, but it wasn't enough. You can't go from having sex to fingering someone to make them orgasm. That wasn't how it worked. Realizing this, Logan got onto all fours and moved to the edge of the bed so that he was lying flat on his stomach before my lady parts. He spread my area open and he flicked his tongue teasingly over and over again until I angrily pushed his head closer to the throbbing area. All I wanted to do was finish.

After getting my fix, as I liked to call it, Logan pulled out a cigar and lit it accordingly. We were both quiet and I stretched out on his bed bored. This is why Logan and I never wanted to become an actual couple; we were too opposite. Neither of us had anything to talk about… it was just doomed from the start.

"I'm leaving," his tense voice broke the silence.

"Oh?" I wasn't sure how I was supposed to respond to that.

"I'm going to look for more answers," he explained muffled as the cigar twisted in his mouth. "There's something missing."

I licked my lips, "Okay."

"I'm going to kill Victor," Logan said slowly. "He goes by Sabertooth now."

"Really?" this peeked my interest. This was new information to me. "Where do you propose he is?"

"He works for Magneto."

"Of course he would," the one thing I learned about Victor is that he had to have someone control him. However violent and untamed he appeared; he needed someone to guide him. He was a follower and he was good at it.

"Do you want to go with me?"

The question surprised me. As long as I had known this man he was always one for doing things on his own. He didn't need anyone by his side. He even left his own brother behind.

I kiss his cheek genuinely, "Yeah. I really want to kill that son of a bitch."

"Do you remember it?"

"Huh?"

His hand reached out to tangle his fingers with mine, "Victor."

"Oh," the rape. "Yes. It's hard to forget something like that."

"Let's go," Logan abruptly stood from the bed. I scowled at his spontaneity. I still needed to get things from my bedroom first. I quickly dressed myself in the undergarments, jean shorts, and emerald tank I had been wearing before Logan and I had ended up discarding them. He took out a duffle bag and started shoving random clothes in it uncaringly.

We both headed to my room where I quickly packed all my necessities, which were much more than Logan's. I wanted to tell the Professor I was leaving… he had been very welcoming to me since I came here. It felt rude leaving without him, but Logan assured me that the Professor already knew.

Logan led us to a red sports car and I gave him a skeptical glare, "This is Scott's car."

He jammed his middle adamantium spike into the door and twisted it to unlock it. I shook my head at his antics, but hopped in the car as soon as he unlocked the passenger door.

I really hopped we found Victor. I intend to bring that mother fucker down even if he takes me with him.