Chapter 2
I need to explain a little before this chapter. So although my fic is based around the movies, things are a little mixed. Victor is the Victor from origins, and Logan remembers him, pretend he didn't lose him memory. Charles is not dead, he never died, but jean and Scott are dead. The cure is not permanent, so wait for that later in the story. Just remember that I'm playing with the characters, not retelling the movies. I'm just taking the characters and a little bit of their personalities to mix them all into one, fun and hopefully steamy fic. Also, if you aren't so much into the raunchiness of sex, face the facts and read up on it, sex is great, but it's a little weird sometimes, anyways, I hope you enjoy.
When the sun peeked through the blinds in Logan's room, he opened his eyes to notice Marie wasn't in his arms anymore. He remembered making out with her for a while after she gave him a hickey which had completely faded in a matter of seconds after she did it, and then they fell asleep. He got up and went to shower, before he would go and find Marie.
Rogue walked across the hall and into her room, after sneaking out of Logan's, and found Bobby, sprawled out on her bed sleeping soundly. She threw one of her shoes, just inside her door, at him. "Hey!" Bobby yelled. "Get out!" Rogue jolted back. She laid her slippers on the edge of the bed and went into her closet to pick out some clothes. "Marie, we still need to talk," Bobby said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. "It's Rogue to you, buddy," she replied, shuffling through her wardrobe. She didn't want Bobby to call her Marie now, it was too personal. "Well, it really isn't anymore... is it... ya know, since you took the cure," Rogue threw another shoe at him, this time, hitting him in the head. "Okay, you wanna talk, Bobby? Then let's talk," Rogue snapped, sitting on the bed, in a sarcastically nice kind of way. "I just wanted to tell you, that I didn't mean to freak out," Bobby said softly, resting a hand on her calf. Rogue pushed his hand away and crossed her arms. "Bobby, it doesn't matter what you meant to do. You flipped out on me, slapped me and deeply hurt me inside, and you can't take it back." Rogue stood up and turned to face the window as she saw some of the young kids playing out in the yard. "I still want to be with you though," he answered, stepping off the bed and over to her. "I'm so sorry, Marie, but I couldn't stand the thought that you weren't going to be you anymore." Marie turned around with fire in her eyes. "You have no idea who I am. The first time I decide to touch my boyfriend is the time the world decided to be cruel and punish me with this weird mutation. The girl before that was me, the girl who developed this godforsaken disorder was me, and I'm me now, you just can't accept it." Bobby tried to place a hand on her shoulder, but was denied when she pushed it off. "Bobby, I didn't take this for you. I took the cure so that I could have something I always wanted, I just thought I could share it with you, and we could be happy, but you just can't deal with the fact that I'm not like you anymore. I'm not a mutant, but I'm still the same girl I was when I met you. But you've got kitty, so why should you care?" Rogue laughed and unfolded one of the shirts from a shelf in her closet. "I'm not with Kitty, okay? All I want is you! Don't you want me?... Us?" Bobby exclaimed, sitting back down on the bed and throwing his hands in the air. "I thought I wanted this, Bobby. I wanted you then, and I needed someone to fill the hole in my heart that was missing. You just ended up being the wrong piece to fill that gap." Bobby lifted his head and looked into her eyes, "What are you saying?" Rogue sat beside him and looked into his icy eyes, "I need a man, Bobby, and what you've shown me is that you are still a boy. It's not fair to me, and it's not fair to you if we're together but both craving something else." Bobby looked down at his feet, trying to compose himself. He felt angry, and annoyed. He turned to face Rogue and patted her on the thigh, "Well, I've still got my Kitty cat." Suddenly, Logan burst into her room and saw Bobby. His claws instantly appeared with a 'snikt' and Rogue waltzed over to him. "And I've got mine," she said while rubbing Logan's back. Bobby stood up, wide eyed and confused. "You're with him?" he yelled.
"Calm down, Bobby," Logan answered for her, retracting his claws. "Calm down? CALM DOWN?" Bobby exclaimed, "You're fucking my girlfriend!" Logan stepped forward, "I am not 'fucking' her, and from what I can see, she isn't your girl anymore, bub." Bobby's fist turned blue and he was fuming with anger. He shoved past Logan and into the hallway. He stormed into his room and slammed his door.
Minutes later, Logan was back in his room, pouring coffee for Marie. "You really shoulda waited, kid," he said, setting the coffee mug down in front of her on the table. "He oughta know now, he'll have time to get used to it, besides, it ain't his problem," she smiled, sipping delicately on the strong coffee. Logan sat across from her. "I've been thinking, though," he said, staring at the cup of coffee he had poured for himself in front of him, "Last night was crazy and I'm sorry it moved so fast, I mean, I care about you, and I don't want to hurt you, so we need to calm it down a little bit if this is gonna work." Rogue sat the mug down and got up from the table. She ran over to the bed which you could see directly from the kitchen, and she jumped onto it. She laughed and smiled at Logan who cocked his head. "You don't like it when I'm like this?" Rogue asked, removing her sweater and revealing a white tank top. Logan's jaw dropped, metaphorically, and his eyes were wide, realizing that Marie wasn't wearing a bra and he could see her nipples through the thin material. "Kid, you're really pulling my leg here, come on, come back and sit down," Logan said laughing a little.
Rogue stuck out her bottom lip in a dramatic frown and walked back over to Logan, but instead of sitting in her seat, she walked further and sat on his lap. It was unexpected to Logan, but not unpleasant. "Logan, you need to realize that this may be something you've had little thought about, but I, on the other hand, have been thinking 'bout this since the day you picked me up." Logan's eyes got wide once again and he chuckled low, which made Rogue's insides vibrate a little. "Really? Even when you were with Bobby?" Logan asked teasingly. "Especially when I was with Bobby, she laughed. Logan leaned in to plant a passionate kiss on her lips as she ground her ass on his lap. "Now, come on, stud! Let's get busy!" she laughed, getting off his lap and walking back over to the bed, Logan was relieved she had gotten off his lap; he was trying to control 'himself' but she was such a tease. "Marie, I can't, I want you to know that this isn't just some 'one night stand'," he said endearingly, obviously conflicted by his emotions. She sat on the bed and patted the mattress beside her. Logan walked over to the bed and sat down beside Marie, who leaned in and put her head on his shoulder. "Having sex with someone isn't what defines a one night, Logan, it's the one night. And I happen to know for a fact, I'll be seeing you tomorrow," she smiled.
Logan smirked, and kissed her forehead. "I love you Marie, and I guess I've always had feelings for you, although Jean kinda got in the way, but I want you to know that it goes deeper than physical attraction." "I already know that, Logan, but fucking me isn't going to make those feelings disappear, it's only going to enhance them." Logan looked down at his hands and back to her, "Are you a virgin?" he asked, painfully shy. "Well, yeah, but that shouldn't stop you..." she said and placed a hand on his bicep.
"It doesn't..." he paused, " I just, it's your first time and well, it scares me, don't you want it to be special?" Marie laughed and removed her tank top, "It will be special," she ran a hand over her naked breasts as Logan's eyes almost popped out of his head. She reached down, grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast, feeling his large palm against her aching flesh. She let go of his hand as he stared, motionless, unsure of what to do. He had had sex before, countless times, but Marie was different, she meant something, she wasn't just some chick he met in a bar who had happened to wear the right thing at the right time, she was smart, impressionable and young. He looked into her eyes for a few more moments, seeing the lust and fire they possessed, he had decided. "You're 18 right?" he laughed as he rolled on top of her, making her squeal with delight, this was finally the moment she'd been waiting for. He sucked on her pert nipple and ran a lingering hand down her slender body, feeling the soft skin of her stomach and waist, moving lower until he felt... pants?... why did she still have pants on? Logan sat up and removed his shirt as she helped it off over his head. He leaned back down again and nipped and kissed her neck as she quietly moaned into his shoulder, feeling her nipples harden with the added friction of his chest rubbing against hers. She slid her hands down his abdomen, unexpectedly letting out a "wow". Logan came up from her neck, "What?" he laughed. She ran her hands up and down over his abs as he smiled, "Do you know how many times I've seen you shirtless? And how many times I've wanted to run my hands along your abs? And here I am... and they're just... wow!" He enjoyed seeing her enjoy his body, any happiness he could give her, any smile he could bring to her lips, excited him.
She leaned up and bit his neck as he growled, then smoothed her tongue over the mark as it healed itself. She continued to kiss his neck and chest until she reached her hands down and started to unbuckle his jeans. When she finally got the belt buckle undone, she opened his jeans and started to slide them down, but their position was making it harder to get them off, so Logan decided to get up. He got off the bed reluctantly, stood and removed his jeans and threw them over the chair, when he turned around to get back on the bed, Marie was already kneeled at the edge and licked the tip of his cock as he turned back to face her. He was caught off guard and noted it with a grunt.
"What are you doin'?" he asked shakily, while her lips were wrapped tightly around the head of his member. "Making dinner... what da ya think I'm doing?" she laughed and then went back to sucking him off. "I meant, ... ugh..." Logan didn't want her to do anything to him, it was all about her and her first time. "It's about you tonight, darlin," he smiled, running a hand through her silky hair.
Marie kept going, despite Logan's sentimental offer, she was determined to make him feel as good as he was going to, her. As she proceeded to grab his cock and replay, in her mind, every porno she had seen in her life to draw inspiration and technique. She took his whole cock into her throat until it hit the back and she gagged a little, "So unattractive, Marie," she thought. She tried to do the best she could but Logan was uncomfortable, not because it didn't feel amazing, which it did, but because she was trying so hard to please him, when he wanted to please her. He ran his hand through his hair and breathed heavily while letting out a few moans and then slowly moved away from her. Marie slumped down on the bed, "I tried ya know!" she frowned, sinking into a ball. Logan realized she thought he pushed her away because she did it wrong, so he quickly tried to correct her misunderstanding, "No, no, no!" he replied, sitting back on the bed and grabbing her up from her slump, "It felt amazing, but this isn't about me ya know, kid." She smiled and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He then removed her pants and pulled them down her legs, along with her panties. "You didn't rip them?" she giggled and raise her eyebrows, shocked that he hadn't used his claws to ravenously cut them in two. "I'm gonna need a souvenir for this one," he smiled, throwing the pink lacy material onto the chair beside his clothes.
He pulled her down onto her back and sunk further down the bed to return the favor. He caressed her mound with a gentle hand, "You're so wet," he smiled, as Marie struggled to keep her eyes open to see what he was doing. He lapped at her folds, something she'd never experienced. She arched her back, pushing her pelvis further into his mouth, "Calm down, kid, we've got all day," he laughed and went back to work. "Oh god, oh god, Logan!" she screamed as he flicked his tongue against her clit. Logan liked hearing her scream his name, and he suddenly really liked the idea of him being her first, he knew that she was safe with him, he would take good care of her, she wouldn't be doing this with another sum bag, despite his concerns about hurting her, he was happy.
"Logan, please!" she moaned. "What, babe?" he asked, continuing to kiss her inner thighs. "I can't take it!" she yelled, while Logan was afraid other's in the mansion would hear. "It's okay, we'll go slower, just tell me what you want," he spoke softly. "I need you, Logan," she almost cried out, the passion had completely overwhelmed and overtaken her.
He climbed up on top of her and positioned himself at her entrance, then stopped, "We need protection!" he burst out and suddenly realized, looking around his room trying to remember the last place he put a condom. "I've been on the pill since I was 15, we're fine!" she giggled and pulled him back to her lips in a rough, yet sensual kiss. "I thought you said..." he started to say, wondering why she was on the pill if she hadn't had sex before. Marie sucked her teeth, "It helps with... cramps..." she looked at him awkwardly, not wanting to ruin the moment by talking about her period. "Oh!" Logan felt dumb, but it didn't matter at that moment. He leaned back down and positioned himself again, then slowly entered her, slowly inching himself into her tight, wet centre. "Shit!" he gasped, relishing in the tightness of her pussy. Marie moaned, it didn't hurt as much as she thought it would, but the slight pain she felt due to him stretching her open with his large member was mellowed out by the feeling of pleasure as his cock slipped further into her core.
"You okay?" he asked concerned. She couldn't form a coherent sentence, all she could muster was "huh-umm uh," and a mumble-jumble of what sounded almost like words. He was so big, so hot, and so gentile, everything she had wanted for so long, and it felt amazing. Logan laughed when he heard her answer, he could tell that she was definitely enjoying it. He pulled out almost completely then thrust back in with little force, trying to be gentle, something he wasn't use to, but wanted to do for Marie. Rogue moaned as he continued to thrust in and out of her core, she grabbed his back with her smooth hands, then scratched down his shoulder blades as he yelled out, almost growling. The scratches quickly healed and he quickened his pace, getting a little rougher, now that she was used to his size. She screamed his name as she grabbed the sheets on either side of her bucking body, as an intense orgasm ripped through her body. Logan felt her walls flutter around his cock, he wanted to come there and now, and he could, but a part of him told him to hold off until she had gotten off again, this was her first time and he wanted to make it good. He pulled out of her quickly and tried to cool down as Marie came down from her post orgasm high. "Lo...Logan..." she whispered, trying o regain control of her limp body. "You alright, kid?" he asked, laughing a little. Marie just smiled and sat up to kiss him. They started a passionate kiss, and their tongues fought for dominance. Marie reached down and led Logan's member back inside of her, which he gladly approved with a moan. He continued to thrust in and out of her and smoothed his fingers over her hip, tracing the lines of the scars 'he' gave her. She came again, kissing his neck and moaning loudly into the crook of his neck and shoulder. For the second time, Logan felt her walls convulse around him, giving him one of the most intense, mind blowing orgasms he'd ever experienced. He came hard within her, shooting strand after strand of hot semen into her body. The obvious high of actually 'having' sex, mixed with the passionate, serious feelings he had for Marie, had pushed Logan over the edge. Marie was panting heavily and so was he, as they disengaged their body parts and Logan fell on top of her. "Oh my god..." Marie laughed, "That was amazing!"
Logan smiled, lots of women had told him how great he was before, but hearing those words come from Marie's lips, meant something; it wasn't just an empty compliment from a common bar wench, it was from the girl he loved. He looked down and noticed that she was bleeding a little. The scent, of blood mixed with Logan's cum, was something he could detect almost instantly, it alarmed him, and he could then see it dripping from her core. He look down at his fading erection and noticed a small amount of blood around his shaft. "Oh, my god!" Logan gasped. "What?" Marie asked, cocking her head to the right. "You- you're bleeding..." he stuttered, he had never had sex with anyone who told him they were a virgin, and even if they were, he didn't stick around long enough to notice, so he never saw any blood, except from mild scratches he caused occasionally. Seeing her bleed, because of something he did, no matter how good it was, made his heart ache. "It's okay, Logan, it's fine," she smiled, running her hand over his shoulder. He hung his head slightly, embarrassed that he didn't notice this before, had he not been careful enough? His head was running a mile a minute, until Marie crawled further over to him and grabbed him in a tight embrace. Logan smiled and sighed, "You sure you're okay?" Marie nuzzled into his neck and whispered "Uh huh." She crawled to the edge of the bed and got down, trying to stand on her legs and walk to the bathroom, but stumbling and falling with a thud. Logan fell back and laughed, "I never thought I'd ever fuck a girl enough so she actually couldn't walk!" Marie laughed and got up off the floor, steadying herself , "Settle down, there, I'm just a little light headed." She walked into the bathroom, shut the door and started the shower. Logan got up off the bed and shuffled through the pile of clothes on the floor, trying to find his boxers. He picked them up and slid them on, so that he could at least appear decent when she emerged from the shower. He leaned down and picked her panties. He un tangled the thin, material that had some sort of animal print on them and stuffed them in the pocket of his jeans, which still laid in a heap on the floor. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Marie, how had he not heard her coming... this woman was more of a distraction that he thought he could handle? "I'm gonna need these, ya know?" she smirked. "Too bad." he grinned. Marie walked over to his closet and plucked one of his plaid flannel shirts from a hanger, then put her arms through the long sleeves and did up a few buttons. "Fine, then I get this!" she squealed and jumped back onto the bed, cuddling against him. She looked incredible in his shirt, hanging just below her ass and complimenting her ample bust as the V dipped low because of the lack of buttons she had done up. "Fine by me," he grinned. He wrapped her up in his strong arms, holding her close enough to hear her heart beat, music to his ears.
"That was wonderful, Logan," Marie smiled, closing her eyes lazily. Logan smiled against her shoulder and kissed it lightly, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, kid," he replied. Marie turned to look into his eyes, then laughed, with a devilish grin on her face, "I'm not a kid anymore... thanks to you!" she winked. Logan's eyes widened as he realized what she meant... he was definitely dealing with a little spitfire here, but he wouldn't have it any other way.
Suddenly Marie jumped up, into a seating position, "Oh god!" she breathed, then bounded into the bathroom. Logan was surprised, and confused. He walked up to the washroom door and knocked, "Marie, what's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, concerned. She opened the door slightly and looked up at him with her big, beautiful brown eyes, that were now wide and confused as ever, "I can feel it!" Marie answered. Logan cocked an eyebrow, "Feel what?"
Marie squirmed a little and furrowed her eyebrows, "Y- your cum, I-I-I can feel it like... leakin' outta me!" Logan burst out laughing and placed a hand on his stomach as it tightened from the laughter. "What's so funny!" Marie asked a little bit annoyed, "I feel so uncomfortable!" she exclaimed. Logan put a hand on her shoulder as he opened the door wider, "Well it can't just stay inside ya forever, it's a little weird, eh?" She laughed a little at his remark and fidgeted with her hands, "It feels so weird, it's like... oozing, ugh!" Logan laughed again, this was definitely entertaining, but he understood, she had never had sex until tonight, and the sensation of his cum leaking out of her core was definitely new and unexpected, "It's okay, come lay down, you'll get used to it." She scoffed and walked back to the bed, "Can I at least have my panties back?" she asked, turning around to face him.
"I'll go get you another pair," he smiled, then exited the room. Marie was stunned, she didn't expect that answer, but anything to rid the feeling of 'him' dripping down her thigh was welcome.
Logan entered Marie's room and was instantly hit with the sweet smell of a flowery perfume, one he had smelt on her numerous times. He went to the obvious top drawer in her armoire to find some underwear for her. He opened the drawer to reveal a sea of rainbows in fabric as he shuffled through the assortment. Every pair was just as sexy as he had imagined, but as far as he was concerned, she could wear a garbage bag and still win Miss America. He stumbled upon a spandex, boy short type of underwear that looked super comfortable. It wasn't lacy, or stringy, but he wasn't about to be selfish and hand her some 'fuck me' underwear in her uncomfortable state. The panties were still cute; a sweet, innocent, boy short look, hot pink with the word 'juicy' printed on the back. Even as the least sexy pair in her drawer, they were still making him hard.
He snuck back into his room and closed the door behind him, then walked over to Marie who was flipping through a Cosmo magazine from his nightstand. "Why do you have this?" she laughed, waving the magazine in his face. "Apparently you can teach an old dog new tricks," he smiled, grabbing the magazine from her clutch and shoving it in his nightstand. "Did you bring the underwear?" she asked, folding her arms in fake anger that he took the magazine. Logan returned to the other side of the bed and reached into the back pocket of his boxers, grabbed the underwear and plopped it down in her lap.
Marie's eyes lit up as she turned to face Logan, who was now laying down on the other side of the bed, "Logan! You picked... these?" she asked. He chuckled a little and turned to face her, "I wanted you to be comfortable." She placed a light kiss on his nose and ran to the bathroom to change.
When she emerged, she was still wearing his flannel shirt, which looked damn good on her, but underneath, she felt the comfort of her own, familiar undies. "Lemme see, turn around," he said, as Marie smiled cheekily. She turned around and lifted up the shirt to expose her ass, which was partly covered by the pink fabric and the word 'juicy'. Logan laughed as his cock twitched a little, he dismissed it and shook his head, "Juicy indeed!" Marie laughed and jumped back into the bed, cuddling close to him. He wrapped his strong arm around her waist and kissed her on the cheek.
"Now do I get to tell everyone we're dating?" she asked, twiddling her thumbs. "Who said anything about dating?" Logan smiled. Marie playfully whacked his stomach, "Soon, I'm just not sure Chuck is going to be too thrilled," he replied. She snuggled closer and ran a finger over the coarse hair of his mutton chops, "I love these."
Logan's eyebrows raised, "You do?" he asked. She nodded and kissed his neck, "Always have." Logan couldn't smile enough that day, it was like all of his dreams were coming true, that is, until that afternoon. He stepped into Chuck's office while Marie was off with Jubilee at the mall, he had been requested to meet the Professor, so he sat down across from his desk. He was suddenly greeted with a familiar smell, a smell that was burned into his senses for all of eternity... Victor.
"Nice to see ya, Jimmy," he laughed, turning from the window. Charles wheeled in just in time, before Logan was able to unsheathe his claws, "What is he doing here?" Logan yelled.
"Calm down, Logan, Victor has joined our team, he's one of the 'good guys' now," Charles explained, wheeling over to his desk. "How do you know we can trust him?" Logan argued.
"I've read his mind, I've seen into the deepest parts of his conscious and subconscious, and he has nothing but good intentions," the Professor continued, "I just thought you'd like to be the first one to welcome him." It didn't come easy, but Logan managed to walk across the room and shake Victor's hand.
As Logan was instructed, he led Victor to the room he would be staying in, in the Mansion. "Who's the girl, little bro?" he asked, swinging the bag off of his shoulder. "What girl?" Logan asked, nonchalantly.
"Come on, Jimmy, I can smell her on you. Is it that delicious red-head? The lightening chick? Ooh, I bet it's Stripes!" Victor prodded.
Logan's eyebrows furrowed as he looked around the room, "I'm sure you'll be fine, here," he finished, turning to exit. "It is Stripes!" Victor exclaimed, "I knew it! You pop that cherry? Was it nice and tight? Think I could take her for a spin?"
Logan rushed Victor into the wall, "You leave her alone!" he yelled, ramming a claw into Vic's arm. Victor smiled slyly, "Sure thing, brother," he grinned as Logan retracted his claws and set him down, "But chances are, if she can't resist you, she can't resist me." Logan rushed out of the room to find Marie, he suddenly had bigger problems than keeping it under wraps for Chuck's sake. If Victor was still the same animal inside, he would have no problem plucking Marie from Logan's arms and making her his mate, which was something he was not willing to risk.