Chapter 3

When Marie was done class, she returned to her room to get changed into some sweat pants and then go visit Logan. She opened the door and entered her dark room, all the blinds were shut, which she didn't remember doing, but she shuffled to the right and flicked on the light. She suddenly gasped and screamed, seeing a dark figure sitting on her bed. It was Victor, who stood and smiled, "Hey there, Stripes."

Marie backed up against the wall and breathed heavily as he walked closer and closer, "Who are you? Why are you in my room?" she panted. Victor chuckled and grinned mischievously, "I'm Victor, Logan's brother, I just wanted to say 'hi'."

Marie's expression changed in a matter of seconds, she bounced up and crushed Victor into a hug,, "Oh my goodness! Logan told me he had a brother! It's so nice to meet you, Vic!"

Victor stumbled back from the sudden force of her hug, he was surprised and kind of angry that she didn't fear him, but it could also work to his advantage. She straightened herself up and smiled into his dark eyes, "Sorry 'bout that, I'm Marie!" Victor took her hand in his large calloused ones and kissed it gently, "Nice to meet you, Marie," he grinned. She blushed a little from the gesture and then noticed his long nails. His teeth weren't a shock, as Logan would sometimes bare his, but the nails, now that was a surprise. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, holding his hand up to her face and examining his nails, she definitely wasn't a shy one, she had dealt with Logan's feral side for so long, Victor was just another guy. Victor laughed and pulled his hand away, "They're just nails."

Marie smiled and went to her armoire to get a tank top, and then into her closet to get some sweatpants. Marie continued to talk to him as she changed out of her jeans and t-shirt and into her sweatpants and tank top. Victor was shocked when she came back out of the closet and stripped in front of him, still babbling on about how he was gonna love the school. She obviously didn't feel weird about changing in front of him, probably because she wasn't scared of him, or felt as though he wasn't a threat; seeing as he was Logan's brother, but she was a young, naive girl. Victor kept a calm demeanor as he nodded to the words that slipped out of her mouth, but they never reached his ears, as he was too concentrated on her delicious body. She had a lime green bra and matching spandex underwear, which unfortunately for him, she never removed. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants as he eyed his prey. Wait, was that... claw marks? He eyes the scar on the milky flesh of her hip and sighed, Logan probably thought marking her was going to stop him. When she had finally gotten back into her clothes, he was sweating slightly, he had never held back like this before.

"Well, it was nice meeting you, Vic, I'm sure I'll see you around," she said, throwing her school clothes into a laundry hamper and heading to the door. Victor grabbed her arm and spun her around, leaving a small scratch from his nail on her arm, "Oh, god, I'm sorry," he apologized, smoothing his finger over the scratch, Marie smiled and giggled, "It's okay."

"Maybe you show me around the school tomorrow, Stripes," Victor asked. Rogue patted his shoulder and opened the door to leave, "Meet me here at 9, and just stay outside the door this time," she giggled. Victor was beaming inside, she was going to be his, by choice, or by force.

Marie skipped along the hall way and into Logan's room. "Marie!" Logan shouted, jumping up from the bed, only in his boxers, to her delight, "I was looking for you!" Marie leaned in to peck him on the cheek and then went to turn on the TV, "I have class, remember, silly?" she smirked. Logan walked over to the bed and sat down beside her while she fiddled with the remote. He kissed his way cross her neck, making her drop the remote and shudder, "That's my girl," he moaned. He moved her long hair away from the right side of her neck and gasped a little, seeing the small scratch mark on her arm. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent, and there underneath the sweet smell of perfume and laundry detergent, he could smell his brother. "What happened, Marie?" he asked suddenly, snapping her out of her lustful daze.

"Oh, the scratch? Right, I meant to tell you, I met your brother, and he was very nice, and very sweet, I just think he doesn't know his strength yet," she murmured, pulling him in for a kiss, which he pulled away from. "You met Victor? And he scratched you?" Logan exclaimed, pushing away from her. "Logan, I met him, but so has everyone else in the school. He's a nice guy, but I guess his nails just get in the way sometimes," she shrugged, crawling along the bed to the edge where he stood on the floor. "He's really bad, Marie, you can't trust him... and now he's marked you, GODDAMMNIT!" Logan yelled, punching the wall. Marie's bottom lip quivered a little, was this her fault? Logan turned around to see Marie verging on tears and kneeling limply on the bed, "Nonono, baby," he whispered softly, curling up into her body as she sniffled, "I didn't know, Logan, I didn't know, he seemed so nice, you've never told me anything about him before," she whimpered. "It's not your fault, kid, it's his, he's an animal, inside and out." She nuzzled into his neck and her tears subsided, "What does the mark mean?" she asked.

Logan sighed, "It basically means that he wants you, it's like writing his name on your arm." Marie suddenly sat up, "Oh god!" Logan rubbed her shoulders, "But I marked you first... I didn't mean to... but you're a little crazy," he chuckled as she lightly smacked him on the arm, "But I'm not sure that's enough to deter him, but then again, maybe it will." Marie twiddled her fingers and looked up into his hazel eyes, "I don't think it will," she whispered. Logan cocked his head to the side, she was usually so positive, she was the one who found the silver lining, the one always pointed out the bright side of things, but she was being so negative, "He saw it." Marie continued, her head falling into her hands, "He saw the mark and he still marked me."

Logan looked dumbfounded, "How did he see it? Are you sure?" Marie hung her head and blinked rapidly, trying to think of a nice way to put it, "I changed right in front of him." Logan's eyes widened and his body went limp, "What?" is all he could manage to ask. Marie sighed and a few tears trickled down her cheek, then turned her head to look him in the eyes, those eyes could make her do anything, "I didn't think anything of it, but he was in my room when I went after class, and he said 'hello' and I was talking to him about school, explaining the courses and the Danger Room and the Professor, and I changed, I put on sweatpants and a tank top, he saw me, almost nude, OH GOD! WHY AM I SO STUPID!? I've played sports with guys ever since I was little, it was like changing in a locker room, but OH GOD! I didn't know!"

Logan could tell she was distraught, but he was also confused, why would she get naked in front of him? "It's okay, but he can't be trusted like that," Logan brushed the hair away from her face. Marie threw her hands up, "He said he was your brother, I recognized his face from the pictures you showed me, but I didn't know he was a bad guy... you've never told me about him, I just started babbling and changing, I didn't even realize he could have seen it like that... ugh... how naive can I be?" Logan hugged her close and rubbed her back, "It's okay, it's okay, you're just gonna have to take some extra precautions to avoid him a little, okay? And in the meantime, I'm gonna work on getting Chuck to kick 'em out. I'm gonna protect ya." Marie nodded and smiled into his intense gaze. Logan breathed in her scent, "But you can't go around gettin' naked in front of people again, okay?" Marie laughed and sniffled at the same time.

Logan sat up and removed his shirt as Marie almost drooled onto the sheets, seeing his gorgeous pecs and abs. Logan smirked, "Did he see all of you?" he asked, realizing she could have changed her undergarments as swell, successfully snapping Marie out of the staring contest she was having with his chest. "NO, I still had my bra and underwear on, like if I was wearing a bathing suit, right?" she replied, grasping for straws. "Well, that's good, at least," he said moving closer to her and nipping at the smooth skin of her neck, "This body is for my eyes only." He continued to lick and suck on her neck, one of Marie's favourite spots. Logan moaned and pulled off her tank top, "Your body belongs to me, Marie." His words were almost as powerful as his actions as he laid a passionate kiss on her lips which ended all too soon as he sighed, then smoothed his thumb over her swollen lips, "Those belong to me." He undid her bra skillfully with one hand and let her breasts free from their restraints. He leaned down further and took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking gently on the sensitive bud, which he then let go of and kissed her other breast, before nibbling softly, "And these belong to me," he whispered.

Marie's eyes rolled back as he continued his way down her body, slipping off her sweatpants, "And this definitely belongs to me," he smirked, inching her panties down slowly, revealing her soft mound. He spread her knees and placed soft kisses on her inner thighs while Marie begged him with her eyes to go further. His tongue sought out her clit and gave it some much needed attention, sucking, licking and nipping gently at the bundle of nerves, until she couldn't stand it anymore, "Logan! Logan, Logan, Logan, Logan." She moaned, unable to think of new and creative words to say, his name was the only thing that could escape her lips. Logan's kissed his way up her stomach and between the swell of her breasts, "What do you want, Marie?" he asked in a low, sultry voice. Marie stared into his eyes for what seemed like eternity. She didn't know how to communicate her feelings, it was just so overwhelming, him, there, on top of her, asking her what she wanted! She breathed heavily a few times as he stared back at her deep, chocolate eyes. "You, inside me," she panted. Logan sat up and removed his pants as Marie helped to slip them off of his hips excitedly. Although it was only the second time, Logan could tell that Marie had gained a little more confidence and wasn't as nervous. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and rid himself of his boxers, then turned back to Marie to favour her with light kisses along her neck. He reached down and teased her with his fingers whispering, "Not just yet," successfully bringing moans from Marie's lips. He continued his ministrations for another minute before inserting two fingers into her wet core. Marie's hands fisted the sheets, trying to find something to grab onto.

Marie's hair flung widely as her head tossed and turned while Logan continued fingering her

"Oh god! Oh god!" she screamed as Logan teased her clit with his thumb, "Logan, I-I-I'm gonna... ohhh god!"

Logan chuckled as he watched her squirm under his touch, "Come on, baby," he urged her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge with each and every thrust of his fingers. Logan curled them a little bit more and she snapped, and raked her nails along the sheets, cumming with so much force she thought she wouldn't be able to speak again, "OH GOD LOGAN, FUCK ME!" she screamed as she came. Logan suddenly withdrew his fingers and grasped her mouth as she came down from her high, "Marie! Everyone's gonna here you!" he whispered, genuinely concerned that one of the staff, or worse; one of the students heard them.

"I can't help it, " she smiled through his fingers that were across her lips, still feeling drained from her orgasm. Logan laughed slightly and removed his hand. He laid down beside her and teased her nipple with his fingers, trying to bring her limp body back to life. She squealed and moaned a little, bringing her lips crashing down onto his. He was so lost in her luscious pink lips that he almost didn't hear her when she asked, "Can I be on top?" Logan's eyes suddenly shot wide open, registering what she said, "What?" he asked, making sure he heard her correctly. Marie suddenly jumped off the bed and ran around to his side and stood, naked in front of him, but just out of reach, "Come on Professor Logan, I'll do anything to get my grades up!...Anything," she teased, dropping to her knees on the second 'anything'. Logan's eyes darted out o his head, "Marie! Uh, don't call me that, it's already bad enough, ya know, the age difference, but that just seems creepy," he shook his head. It did seem a little creepy, but also super hot, but that wasn't Marie, Marie was sweet and loving, not just some bimbo porn star.

"Oh come on, Mr. Howlett, all the girls in class dream about getting to suck that big cock of yours," she batted her eyelashes, still kneeling.

"Marie! Please, uh- I just- you're special to me, let's not make this into some cheesy porno," he explained, grabbing her wrists and bringing her back to a standing position, then grabbing her ass and dragging her on top of the bed and beside her. "I want to be on top though," she continued while stroking his length ever so softly. Logan's eyes rolled shut. He had received numerous hand jobs in his lifetime, many of them mediocre, and you'd think by now it would take an expert to really make an impression, but it wasn't the physical touching, it was Marie. It was her hands that made him ache, it was her eyes, her lips, her body, her personality, the perfect person he was meant to be with. "We've only had sex once, kid, I'm not sure that's a good idea," he replied. She folded her arms in protest and stopped stroking him all together. His eyes darkened and he suddenly scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the large mirrored closet in his room, the doors that slid open, covered in shiny, reflective metal. He grabbed her wrists and made her place them on the cool metal surface as he stood behind her. "You wanna be wild? huh?" he asked her, teasing her neck with his hot breath. She shuddered and inhaled sharply. Logan lined up his throbbing member with her entrance, but before entering her, he teased her swollen clit with the head of his cock, smoothing the soft skin over her bundle of nerves, "Uhhhh" Rogue moaned. He steadily slipped his member into her awaiting core, savouring every inch of her wet pussy.

"Shit- so tight," Logan growled as he thrust back into her. Marie's hair hung over her shoulder as Logan grabbed her hips to move her back farther onto his erection. "Oh god, Logan, Logan," she moaned over and over. Logan couldn't think of a better way to spend an evening. "Look in the mirror, Marie," he ordered as she lifted her face to look at herself, "You love the sight of me pounding into your wet cunt, don't you?" Marie shuddered and moaned, "Yes, Logan." He suddenly stopped. What was he doing? This was Marie! She was tender and young, loving and sweet. She was being so wild, he was taming her, making her his bitch like he had done to countless women at bars, cage fights and hotels. He pulled out of her and, once again, carried her, but this time, back over to the bed where he sweetly laid her on her back and hovered over her quivering form. "What's wrong?" she asked him, missing the sensation of being so full. "You mean a lot to me Marie, I don't just wanna, ya know, fuck ya, I want to make love to you, make you feel safe and secure as well as hot and heavy," he sweetly kissed her forehead.

"Logan, it's okay, I was the one who spurred on this little wild fest, I'm new at this, so maybe if we try a few things, I'll find my niche," she smiled, brushing a strand of coarse brown hair from his forehead, then kissing his cheek, "Now, please, I need you," she pouted, and with that, he didn't wait any longer, plunging back into her with ease, relishing in the feeling of her tight walls enveloping his dick. When they both came, it was like it was the first time all over again, cuddling in each other's arms, a new, yet familiar sensation washing over their bodies, this would never get old. "Don't get too wild on me," he smiled against her cheek, then planted a light kiss on her dimples. "Is there anything too wild for the Wolverine?" she smirked. Logan chuckled and listened to her breathing become steadier.

"I know this probably isn't the time to talk about it, but you really do need to be careful around Victor," he smoothed his hand over her face, bringing the blankets up to cover their bodies, "If he hurt you, Marie, I don't know what I'd do." Marie snuggled into his neck and shoulder, while running her fingers through his chest hair, "I will, don't worry. No more 'showing my goodies to strangers'... ugh, I'm an idiot," she sighed.

"You're not an idiot, kid, you 're just too sexy to set free," he purred, running his hand up her thigh.

"Easy, tiger," she smiled, pulling the hand away slightly, "Some of us don't have a healing factor, and I don't think I've quite recovered."

Logan laughed as they slumped down further into the mattress. His ego was thriving because of her.

Victor chuckled from his room, two doors down. He had discovered, or overheard, Marie's wild side. He liked that... and he knew just how to handle it.