The moment I rounded the corner of the cabin an arm shot out and
seized my wrist. It all happened so fast I didn't even have time to
react until that glove clad hand had yanked me towards its owner. I
found myself pressed against what could only be a man's body.

Clad in shadows and a black deep hooded coat – I couldn't make out his
features despite the unusually bright moonlight, but he was very tall
and broad shouldered. I opened my mouth to protest or scream for help
– I wasn't sure of which – when he silenced me and put a finger over
my lips.

"Can't have you wake up the entire neighborhood woman," he said
quietly and pulled me even closer to him, "not this time." There was a
hint of warning and amusement in that low pitched husky voice. It
wasn't all human.

And it sounded far too familiar.

He sniggered and sniffed the air in a disturbingly intimate way. The
grasp on my wrist tightened as something must've shown on my face. I
knew who he was.

"Victor." What the hell was he doing here, sneaking around the cabin
dressed as an assassin? I could literally hear him smirk as if he'd
read my mind.

"Is Wolverine with you?"

Of course I knew better than to try and talk my way out of it; Logan
had filled me in on Victor's mutation. I was also very aware of the
fact that Logan considered him unreliable, unpredictable, and a man
with divided loyalties. Dangerous to say the least, but intriguing at
the same time. Victor already knew Logan was in the cabin, he was just
the type of man that had to ask to get a chance to taunt and tease.

***

It took me several minutes to gather my thoughts and grasp the
reality, and the reality was that goddamned Sabretooth had showed up
on our doorstep. I closed the door behind me and prepared myself for …
something. Since I figured the men needed some time to sort things
out, I made myself scarce and went into the only other room we had
besides the bedroom/living room – the kitchen – to retrieve some wine.
A lot of it.

Logan had pulled down the window curtain and was now standing next to
Victor in front of the fireplace. By his rigid posture I could easily
tell he wasn't happy about our visitor.

"M – … Rogue, you okay?" Logan eyed me closely; he tried not to show
any worry or anger but I knew better. He struggled to remain calm when
his whole being itched with the need to mark his territory.

I nodded and smiled. "Yeah, he didn't hurt me or anything like that,"
I said and buried my face in a glass of red wine. I felt a hell of a
lot more like getting drunk on that cabernet sauvignon than getting
caught in the middle of whatever was going to happen between Logan and
Victor.

"I didn't come here to pick a fight or lure you into a trap …
Wolverine," Victor said with a strained voice. He had pulled back the
hood so that his long, tangled blonde hair spilled down his shoulders.

Logan snorted and scowled at Victor, arms folded across his chest and
on edge. Ready to fight if it became necessary.

"Look, if I'd wanted to put my life on the line you really think I'd
be so stupid as to come here unarmed?"

"Maybe, but since when did we start carrying weapons Creed? You've
never bothered to before so why would you now? Nice fuckin' try …"

Victor shrugged and shot me a glance.

"…which makes me wonder if this ain't just another set up," Logan said
between clenched teeth.

"Because it's not."

"Then what the hell do you want?"

"I came to warn you about something … Logan," Victor said sweetly and
flashed his fangs, "now you tell me if I'm lyin' or not."

The power that rolled off of both Logan and Victor spread across the
room, slithered over my skin like velvet and made my pulse speed up –
they had a lot more in common than either of them wanted to
acknowledge. What little I knew about Victor, and his alter ego
Sabretooth, was scary enough. I sort of reckoned them to be some kind
of evil version of Logan and Wolverine. The two of them weren't
friends and never had been, but there *was* some kind of mutual
respect between them that prevented a bloodbath.

Logan grabbed Victor by the lapels of his coat and growled.

"Okay, but if I find out you've been hiding something –"

Victor glared at him in return. "Yeah I know, you'll kill me. In fact
I'm offering you to take me out right this minute now that I've been …
incapacitated."

Logan released his grip on Victor and frowned. "Incapacitated?"

"Those fuckers thought it would slow me down," Victor snarled and took
off the coat. He grunted slightly as he pulled the t-shirt over his
head only to reveal he'd been hit by some kind of weapon, a gun maybe.

Logan studied the wound then shifted his gaze to meet Victor's. "What
happened? Why aren't you healing?" he asked.

"I don't know, think it was some kind of poison dart or something
`cause I took them out but the wound wouldn't heal anyway."

That was bad, bad news for the both of them as they relied a lot on
their mutation. Logan smoothed a hand across his face and sighed
heavily. Victor shifted slightly; obviously uncomfortable and probably
in pain, while his black gaze darted back and forth between me and Logan.

I couldn't tell if Victor was telling the truth about everything else,
but the wound obviously refused to heal. What I did know was that he
never did anything for free and once you'd given him even the tiniest
hint of invitation he wasn't going to back down. After all, he was
just as dominant and territorial as Logan – an alpha in every sense of
the word - and that meant you didn't get a chance to bargain. And
yeah, I knew bringing two alphas together wasn't the brightest idea.

"I don't think I can help you with that Creed, other than offering you
a chance to clean up. There's some antiseptic in the bathroom if you
think that'll help," Logan finally said.

Oh this really was bad news if there was such a poison.

Victor nodded and cursed under his breath as he touched the wound. It
was obvious he was in pain – the abdominal muscles rippled underneath
that massive hairy chest.

"Hopefully it's only temporary," he muttered.

"You'll just have to wait and see but first … let's say I believe you
… care to explain what you're doin' here?" Logan said suspiciously as
he lit a cigar.

Victor shot me another narrow eyed glance. "It's the Brotherhood; I
think they're up to something."

Logan arched an eyebrow. "You think or you know? You got fuckin' hit,
you can't heal and –"

"Alright, point taken Wolverine. Look I can't be sure of anything but
I'm pretty fuckin' sure about this."

"Aren't you a member of Magneto's entourage?"

"When I choose to be, but even you should know I am my own master and
I won't dance by Lensherr's tune all the time," Victor sneered and
glanced at me again, "or anyone else's. Only when it suits me."

I felt I had to intervene before things got out of hand. I had no
desire to watch Logan and Victor fight each other so I did the only
thing I could think of, I handed them each a glass of wine.

***

A couple of hours later Victor had showered, cleaned out the wound and
was asleep on the rug in front of the fireplace. I glanced momentarily
at him then shifted my attention to Logan instead.

"Do you believe him?" I whispered.

Logan arched off the bed to lean on his elbows.

"Yeah, but I don't like it. Fuckin' scares me that I know he's tellin'
the truth, that he seems to be willing … to help. But with what?"

I traced his bare chest, enjoying the sensation of heated, firm skin
against the palm of my hand.

"Don't worry `bout that now, sugar."

Logan opened then closed his mouth only to give me the eyebrow,
slightly arrogant and questioning. I closed my hand around his cock,
biting my lip as a groan escaped him. Barely giving me time to catch
my breath Logan covered my mouth with his and without asking, he
grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.

"Say it sweetheart," he mumbled against my lips.

"Fuck me, Logan ... please, please fuck me baby …"

And he did, hard and fast like he wanted to prove a point. I didn't
really care, as long as he kept doing what he was doing. Logan held
both my wrists in one hand, with the other he reached down between us
and drew moan after moan from me. I knew a part of him, the Wolverine,
had an inborn need to mark his territory when another alpha was
present. My guess was that Victor could sense and smell what we were
doing and the very thought of that sent a shiver down my spine. Not
out of fear but out of lust. The memories of our latest encounter were
still very vivid and flashed before my eyes. The more I tried not to
think about them, the faster and stronger they came.

Logan broke off the kiss, slightly out breath and overly pleased at
having me this close to release. He grinned at me and whispered,

"You gonna be quiet darlin'?"

I managed to moan and nod a response.

"Then turn around," he continued in a low pitched voice and rolled me
over.

I got up on my knees. Normally, I'd have doubts about doing what I
did, but the wine lay like a cozy, heavy blanket over me and my
conscience and told me Victor wouldn't mind in the least watching as
Logan fucked me; especially considering the position we were in.
Logan's favorite by far, and knowing Victor's second nature probably
his too. From where I was it looked like the huge shape of Sabretooth
was sound asleep.

I clutched the sheets and buried my face in the pillows, unable to be
quiet as Logan ran his fingers across my most sensitive parts in fast
circular motions. He pulled out and waited for me to climax and when I
did he slammed right back inside, as deep as possible, and leaned
forward to nip and bite my neck. If Victor wasn't awake by now then he
had to be in a coma because there was no way that Logan could've
managed to stay asleep at the sounds and smell of people fucking right
next to him - and Victor was as hypersensitive as Logan.

Logan groaned into my hair as he came. We cuddled for a while
afterwards then I crawled out of bed and slipped into my black silk
kimono. I needed to freshen up, and I was hungry – my mind already set
on the leftover dessert in the fridge. After I'd had a quick clean up,
slipped into a fresh pair of panties and a tank top, I snuck into the
kitchen.

Still under the influence of alcohol, I didn't bother using a spoon
but my fingers instead to scoop up the strawberry mousse. It tasted
like heaven; creamy smooth and just what I needed now that we were out
of wine.

A hand suddenly covered my mouth. Another quickly seized my arms, and
even before he spoke I could feel that hot breath tickle my skin.
Those sharp teeth barely brushed my neck, that tongue licking
alongside it.

"Cruel, cruel woman not to let me come and play," Victor hissed
against my ear and removed his hand from my mouth only to let it slide
down my cleavage.

I inhaled sharply as that hand cupped my left breast, as those fingers
flicked across the nipple. Without looking I could sense his amusement
and excitement at having me on the edge.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I whispered angrily. My
cheeks burned, not only out of embarrassment but out of desire. I
thanked myself for leaving the lights out in the kitchen.

Wrong thing to say. Victor pinched my nipple, hard enough for it to be
almost painful, but not quite - unless he kept doing it.

"Don't you remember the last time? I've yet to taste your pussy little
Rogue …"

I was about to tell him to shut it, then figured that probably wasn't
the best idea. I was just as skilled at playing this game as he was.
Ignore the bait … yeah, I could do that. After all, I'd been the one
begging both Victor and Logan to fuck me back then, but I'd be damned
if he thought he could get in my panties now.

As if on cue, Victor slid his hand across my belly and down into my
underwear. Damn him. A sound resembling something between a growl and
a purr rose from somewhere deep inside that massive chest as his
fingers slid between my thighs and discovered I was more than ready.

"So you had strawberry mousse," he mumbled against my ear, the grip on
my wrists tightening.

"You want … some?" I managed to say, biting down hard on my lip as I
felt Victor's fingers slide over my clit, then back again. I fought
not to wriggle, intent on not making it too easy for him. As it was,
he already had me trapped.

I sensed Victor grin against my neck; fangs wanting to scratch and
bite down hard, wanting to pierce my skin, enough to draw blood. But
he behaved in that area, and misbehaved in others.

"Maybe ... but I prefer pussy instead."

I turned my head as much as I could and glared at him. That only
earned me a rather wicked, wide smirk. He didn't increase his speed
but slowed it down, his fingers working in deliberately slow circular
motions. Unable to suppress a whimper – because slow wasn't good, it
was goddamn painful in a way. It made my whole body itch with the need
to grab Victor's hand and make him go faster. At this pace he might be
able to keep me on edge for a very long time, enough to drive me crazy.

As I felt that warm weight begin to build at the apex of my thighs,
Victor ground his crotch against my ass. So hard and ready. A part of
me, at least the part that was still somewhat aware of what was
happening, was amazed at the self control he seemed to possess. I knew
he'd bend me over the counter and fuck me right there and then if I asked.

"Listen … Victor … uh… this … mmmmm … you …" Fuck, this so wasn't
happening. This was bad. He was not getting me off in the kitchen.
Fuck and double fuck.

"So wet … what are you playin' at woman?" he said hoarsely and
increased the speed; claws brushing my most sensitive parts without
hurting me. God, but he was skilled at this, and it felt so good I
wanted to scream out of pure lust the closer I got to climaxing.

It all came to an abrupt end and I snapped out of my daze when Victor
removed his hand and released his grip on me the moment I was about to
come. He took a couple of steps backwards; that feral, pitch black
gaze intent on me as he licked his fingers clean one by one. I wanted
to grit my teeth and yell at him to finish what he'd started.

Victor left the kitchen, and I was left panting with a throbbing ache between my thighs.

Logan yanked me towards him as I slumped back on the bed. He sniffed
the air, growling as he pressed me down onto my back.
"You naughty little girl, what have you been up to? ... I can smell
Vic on you ..."

I opened my mouth to speak but Logan made sure I didn't; a hand
covering it. I could still smell my own arousal from earlier. He
clicked his tongue several times and grinned.

"... and he didn't even finish the job ..." he said, sounding both
amused and condescending at the same time.

I seized two handfuls of Logan's hair to pull him close enough for a
kiss. "Then you do it," I breathed against his lips.

In one quick motion - Snikt - he shred my panties at the hip and
buried his face between my thighs.

There was no need for being slow; instead he licked and nipped at my
clit, eliciting such moans from me that I didn't care if they were too
loud. I whimpered and wriggled underneath Logan but he held me down,
putting an arm across my waist and sliding a couple of fingers inside
to finger fuck me.

Moments later he sent me over the edge; the release was liberating and
spread through my body, down my legs like a slow burn. So painfully
pleasurable it made my toes curl and back arch off the bed, I had to
bury my nails down Logan's shoulders.

"Your turn darlin', " I heard Logan say, his voice husky and demanding.

I actually managed to shift my position, pretty much boneless as it
was and still high on the orgasm, then closed my mouth around Logan's
cock. He seized my still-damp hair to hold me in place as I sucked
him. From the corner of my vision I caught what had to be Victor
looking at us. He pretended to asleep again, one hand resting on that
broad hairy chest. Somehow, I knew he was watching us even though it
was too dark to tell.

It suddenly dawned on me that, out of the three of us, I was the one
holding the most power; a satisfying and exhilarating thought, but
dangerous nonetheless. Logan and Victor would never let me rule them
completely; they were both too dominant for that, and if I intended to
keep them at a distance from me I was never going to get what I
wanted. Neither of them were the type to back down - I had plenty of
evidence of that from earlier - and neither would ever settle for
second best, or a lick when there was more to get. They went after
whatever it was they wanted because it was in their nature to do so,
to hunt down and catch the prey.

A delicate situation to say the least, and the moment I decided to
give up some of my hold on Logan and Victor I'd be the prey.
I pulled Logan deeper inside my mouth as I felt him grow thick and
harder than before - a sign that he was about to come. Glancing up at
him, all I could think about was how gorgeous he was; so utterly
masculine. I wondered for a brief moment what it was I'd ever seen in
Bobby to begin with. He had none of Logan's qualities. I relaxed my
throat muscles as much as I could manage. Logan picked up the speed,
mouth fucking me; not over eager because he was well aware of his size
and deep throating without choking wasn't easy if I let him decide the
pace completely. As he came, the grasp on my hair tightened and he
thrust himself as deep as I allowed him. Afterwards I licked him
clean, pleased at his satiated expression.

Logan pulled up the cover and snuggled against my back; content and on
top again. He buried his face in my hair.

"I know what you want darlin', and if you want him to join ... I won't
say no ... all I'm sayin' is that you be careful if you end up alone
with him."

"Don't worry about me sugar, I'm quite capable of taking care of
myself," I murmured sleepily.

"Oh I know you are, "Logan said and smoothed the curve of my hip, "
... but I was talkin' about Creed ... just 'cause he behaved that
other time doesn't mean he will the next, and I know he still wants
you, in more ways than you'd want to know."

I turned my head and kissed him lightly.

"I told ya, don't worry."

Logan sighed and I vaguely detected the cocked, arrogant eyebrow.

"Maybe I should be more concerned about his welfare, hmm? You're
starting to get way too promiscuous darlin'."

"And you like me that way, don't ya?"

Logan growled quietly and nipped at my neck. Well, that was answer
enough for me.

***

When I woke up the following day I was alone in the bed. There was a
note on the pillow next to mine.

~Had to fix a few things, I'll be back around lunchtime. Just remember
what I said~

Oh yeah that ... Victor. My cheeks grew hot just thinking about his
name, and the moment I did images from last night flooded my brain.
Logan was right; I was getting too promiscuous for my own good. Victor
on the other hand, was nowhere to be seen so I crawled out of bed and
slipped into my kimono.

Unfortunately, I'd momentarily forgotten that he might be in the
bathroom. And he was.

"Sorry ... I ... umm ... the door wasn't locked ... so…"
I stammered and froze. I knew I was staring but he made damn sure I
kept doing it.

Victor was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving. There
wasn't anything weird or wrong with that. He was a man with a lot of
... hair ... and yeah, I knew hairy men had to shave ... at least once
in a while. What was so disturbing and slightly embarrassing was that
he was completely nude. Sure, I'd seen him naked before but I *had*
been drunk then, and I didn't recall him having such a magnificent ...
muscled back. He caught my gaze in the mirror, smug and overly pleased
at my reaction.

"Don't leave on my account," he said lazily and flashed me pointy
teeth in a wide grin.

I wanted badly to hide, not only because I was blushing, but because I
knew he could smell my arousal at its earliest stage.

"I'll ... umm ... just ... just wait outside till you're ... done," I
said and silently cursed my flaming cheeks.

Victor shrugged and returned to cleaning up, rinsed his face with
water then turned to look at me, arms folded across his chest.

"Maybe I want some company," he said and yanked me towards him before
I even had a chance to speak and react. "I can make up for last night,
you know ..."

Shit. Fuck. This wasn't happening. I was not being dragged into a
streaming shower dressed in nothing but a sheer silk kimono, and by a
naked Sabretooth with a hard on. He had me effectively trapped and
towered over me; those dark eyes focused on the water flowing down my
body, trailing the curve of my hips, the mounds of my breasts
underneath the soaked kimono. I wanted to squirm having him ogle me
like I was his next meal.

He ran those claws of his up and down the tiles on each side of me.

"Careful with those," I said breathily.

With a grin Victor retracted the black claws. "Better?"

He slid his hands over my breasts and rubbed my nipples till they
stood out, as taut as possible. I wet my lips, still embarrassed about
my reaction but couldn't find it in me to protest. Shit, shit, shit.
Victor seemed to take my silence as a sign to continue exploring my
body. He literally tore the kimono off and pressed me back against the
wall, leaning into me so close I could feel his breath.

"What do you want woman?" he asked with a low, hoarse voice and
squeezed my hips until I was sure I'd bruise the next day.

"You tell me," was my reply. Oh fuck, what did I just say? Unable to
withhold a moan, and another as Victor ground his cock against me and
pushed my legs further apart, I bit my lip to try and calm myself down.

He dropped to his knees giving me a sly grin as he raked his nails
down my thighs. Oh ... I wondered if he'd hurt me with those fangs.
I'd kissed him once and knew very well how sharp they were. Not to
mention what his tongue felt like; rough and smooth, like fine
sandpaper. The thought alone made my breathing hitch and my knees
heavy. Victor was partially human, but now he didn't look it - he
looked positively feral and evil. Way too scary and he knew it.

"Little Rogue, already so wet ... you're not afraid of me are you?" he
mumbled against my left thigh, and there was no trace of worry or
concern in that voice, just satisfaction at having me under his spell.

I should've said something but he made damn sure I couldn't or didn't
even want to; all that occupied my mind was that hot breath slithering
over my wet skin, those hands running up and down my legs and that
tongue exploring the inside of my thighs. This was all wrong and
dangerous but it felt so good and I was so wet. I wanted to beg him to
lick me, I wanted to make him make me come into his mouth and -

I snapped out of my momentary wet dream as I heard Victor get up and
out of the shower. What the hell was he doing? The anger suddenly
flared to life within me. Who does he think he is?!

I should've known it had been intentional from his part, he was as
much a skilled player at seduction as Logan was. I stomped out of the
shower, my mind set on giving Victor a lecture on proper behavior, but
he'd been ready for that all along.

He whirled on me the moment I tried to grab his arm. Face set and
angry, he slammed my bare back against the wall and I heard a sound
similar to that when Logan unsheathes the adamantium claws. He grabbed
my chin and leaned into me.

"Don't play games with me woman. Just ask," he growled and parted my
legs with a knee.

I was too shocked to say anything so I just put my hands against his
chest to support myself. Victor was breathing through his nose - a
strained sound - just like Logan did when he was getting agitated or
wanted to fuck. There wasn't really anything I could do against a
mutant with superhuman strength except turn my skin on. I didn't. I
didn't do a damn thing, just waited. Victor flashed me two perfect
sets of sharp white teeth then grabbed my ass and scooped me up using
only his hands.

"Too late to change your mind anyway," he snarled just an inch away
from my face then slammed into me, hard enough to make me lose my breath.

I raked my fingernails down his arms as he kept pounding into me, each
thrust eliciting a moan from me. Being fucked by Victor was a thrill;
he didn't ask permission and he was rough and as brutal as possible
without hurting me for real. He got down on his knees, still buried to
the hilt, and lowered me to the floor so that I was forced to arch my
hips and back in order for him to keep fucking me. Supporting me with
his hands on my ass, Victor made sure I met his hard, deep thrusts all
the way.

He had a good view and liked what he saw. I could tell by the sounds
he made and the look on his face as his black eyes roamed all over my
naked outstretched body and the way he studied his cock pounding in
and out of me.

As I reached down to give myself release I sensed Victor's claws dig
into my flesh. Maybe I'd have to turn my skin on later to heal up
'cause it damn well hurt. But the pleasure I got out of it was so
intense, I was able to ignore any physical pain.

"Wait ... wait," Victor said and pulled out of me. When he noticed my
confusion, a wide grin spread on his face.

"I told you last night what I wanted. I'm gonna taste your pussy as
you come. Don't fuckin' deny me that."

Seconds later, I didn't deny him while he lapped and licked every inch
of my sex. Not only did he have claws and sharp teeth like a feline
animal, but the surface of his tongue was rough in a way that made me
wriggle out of discomfort as well as buck my hips against his mouth
with sheer pleasure.

He didn't give me time to catch my breath, the orgasm still rode my
body as he plunged inside me again and began fucking me as fast and
hard as he could manage. When he came, he bit my neck like the cat he
was, growling and emptying himself inside me.

"Good girl," he murmured and rolled off of me, all content and smug
again. "But I'm not done with you yet."

I snorted and got to my feet, unsteadily but still. I shot him an
angry glance and straightened my tangled damp hair.

"You know Logan won't tolerate every little thing you do or want," I
bit off and stepped into the shower again. He wasn't going to win this
round.

Victor was suddenly on his feet in one quick motion and grabbed my
arm. He hissed at me and bared his fangs.

"And how would you know what I want?"

I smiled, not bothered by his or my own nudity any longer. "Just
watch." And my mutation flared to life.

Victor's eyes widened and I heard him gasp, then stumble backwards. I
had to brace myself against the wall.

God, the images that I'd gotten from him ... Not only did I have
Logan's nightmares, but now Victor's warped persona and memories were
in my head. It felt like I was being sucked into a black hole, so much
darkness, pain and terror rushing through me. I hadn't even realized
what a complicated and twisted past and life he'd lead so far, and yet
... underneath it all was something else ... My cheeks burned at some
of the vivid images that had passed between us. Things he wanted to
do. Things he had done. Things I didn't even want to put into words.

Victor sat on the floor slumped back against the wall, with eyes
partially closed. Was he aware of what had just happened? I'd caught
glimpses of Logan among those images. And me. And Storm of all people.

I closed the shower curtain behind me and tried not to think about
Victor or his fantasies, he'd recover eventually - wounded or not.

I was in the kitchen when Logan returned from his errand. He put two
bags of groceries on the counter, along with another two containing
liquor.

"Where's Creed?" he said all of a sudden.

I bit my lip and tried not to look as guilty as I felt ... or was.

"He's ... umm ... I think he's in the bathroom ..."

This wasn't working; Logan eyed me suspiciously and closed the gap
between us. "Marie ... darlin' ... what have you been up to while I
was away?"

"Weeell ..."

He gave me the infamous eyebrow and grabbed me by the waist. I'd
expected him to growl and try and discipline me but all he did was
look smug and positively feral. Oh dear, I was staring into the eyes
of Wolverine. Not good. So not good.

"I think I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson tonight kid ... on
safety," he growled in warning and pressed his mouth to mine for a
ferocious kiss.

"Logan ... mmph ... you know ... mmm ... oh ..."

"What? That I'm your ...?"

He was making it really hard to focus, let alone respond, 'cause not
only was he a fabulous kisser, but his deep ones turned my knees to
jelly every time.

" ... my ... aah ....mmmphmm ... you ..."

" ... your man?" he suggested with a grin and slid his hands down to
cup my ass. "And don't you think you should pay your man a little
more attention sweetheart?"

" ... uh-huh ... and I ..."

Logan placed a kiss on my brow. "... you want me. Yeah I knew that
already. I'm the best there is ..."

I rubbed against him, trying to give him the pleading 'couldn't-help-
myself' look.

He sighed and pursed his lips. "Alright, just be careful."

"Logan?" There was still the passed out Sabretooth issue to deal
with...

"Yeah?"

"I think you'd better go check on Victor ... he's been in the
bathroom a very long time now," I said and tried not to sound as
nervous as I felt like.

What if he didn't come-to? It wasn't like I'd drained him, but he
was still injured...

Logan frowned. "What the hell happened while I was gone? Okay I know
what, but there's something else ..."

I sighed. "Yeah, I kinda ... touched him ... you know, with my
power ..."

***

"Is he gonna be alright?" I studied Victor who seemed to be out like
a light. My cheeks flushed as I noticed the gouges on his arms.

Logan had dragged the hairy mutant out to the rug in front of the
fireplace, and to my relief he was covered up – a towel safely
wrapped around his waist kept me from having more flashbacks of us
fucking.

Logan propped a pillow under Victor's head. He studied the hairy
mutant with a deep frown, obviously bothered by the whole situation.
I wasn't sure if he really cared whether Victor lived or not, well I
knew some part of Logan would miss having his archenemy around, but
the wound that refused to heal got to him.

"Yeah he'll live," Logan said and shrugged.

Victor grumbled and turned to lie flat on his stomach. Oh he was
every bit the cat alright, in more ways than one.

"How about you darlin'?" Logan continued and dug out a cigar from
one of his back pockets. He tried to make it sound casual, but I
could tell he was concerned.

"I'll be alright, I know how to block out the Logan and Wolvie in my
head, so I think I can manage to keep Sabretooth at a distance too,"
I murmured and snuggled up against Logan for some good old fashioned
comfort. He could be very skilled at that too, when he was in the
mood.

I was so not gonna share every detail of every image that I'd
received from Victor. I was pretty sure Logan knew about several of
them anyway; shared some in common too. Bondage only began to
describe Victor's fantasies. Not that I had anything against a
little spanking during sex or when used as foreplay, I just couldn't
imagine myself doing all those … things I knew he wanted to do, and
had done. But then again, I never planned on having sex with two of
the most dangerous and possessive men there were, much less at the
same time.

Oh I was in deep, deep shit alright...

***

"Twelve bottles of whisky?" I shook my head in disbelief.

Logan arched an eyebrow in his typical so-what response.

"Logan, come on ... is the whole freakin' neighborhood invited for
the evening? I mean it sure is a lot of booze ..." I said and tried
not to laugh as I looked at our ... well stash was the word that
came to mind.

"So?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. " ... and then there's three bottles of
rum, not to mention the beer ... geez we've got enough liquor to
entertain a fuckin' army!"

"Yeah ... your point being darlin'?" he said amusedly.

I scowled at him and folded my arms underneath my breasts. "Are you
gonna get me drunk tonight? Nice try sugar, I won't fall for that."

My cheeks threatened to turn rosy pink. I hadn't been in need of
alcohol to indulge myself with ... well; it had been an ... active
choice ... yeah. Active. Shit, now I was blushing anyway.

"But I thought your favorite drink was ... moji toes or whatever the
hell you call `em," Logan said as he put the groceries in the
fridge.

"It's Mojito, sugar, and yeah ... I do love that one," I said and
propped myself up on the counter.

"See, I do know what you like darlin'," he grunted and cracked his
neck sideways like he wanted to emphasize that he'd been right about
the drink and extra rum...and getting me drunk, though he'd never
admit it.

"You know what else I like?"

I got the eyebrow and an arrogant smirk again. "Maybe ..."

I hauled him in between my legs and seized two handfuls of his hair.

"Making out," I murmured and slid my tongue across his lips.

Logan smoothed his hands up my thighs, making my dress shorter and
shorter, until I knew my panties were showing. If he was trying to
be discrete about undressing me, he was failing miserably, not that
I gave a damn. He knew what he wanted and how to make things
happen.

"I thought that was something you did in high school," he said and
bit my lower lip.

"And what's wrong with making out?"

"Nothing ... unless that's all I'm gonna get darlin'," he said
hoarsely and slid his hands underneath my top. "Mmm, no bra ... I
like that."

I couldn't help but moan as he cupped my breasts. I was never going
to get enough of being able to touch freely, without hurting,
especially not with my man. However, it was a good thing I still had
access to my power…just in case.

"That's only 'cause I'm out of bras ... remember?"

Logan nuzzled my neck, but I knew he was grinning at the whole
thing, amused as hell that he'd shred every bra I owned, even my
favorite black lace one. Soon I'd be short on panties too.

"Oh yeah ... well I guess you're gonna have to punish me too. If I'd
known tom cat was gonna show up on our doorstep I'd have restrained
myself," he said and cleared his throat. "'Cause your tits can drive
a man insane, sweetheart, and don't think I haven't noticed the
effect you have on him walkin' around like that...your nipples
showing through your top."

"Speaking of Victor," I coyly changed the subject. "What are you
gonna do about this whole healing thing? Should we give Charles a
call? Hank?"

Logan's hands seemed to have a life of their own sometimes, like he
wasn't even conscious of what he was doing, trailing the curve of my
hips and then back to fondle my breasts again.

"I don't know ... but we have to do something," he said thoughtfully.

"I'm gonna give Hank a call," I said and reached for my cell phone
lying on the counter next to me.

"Just don't tell him anything about our ... guest ... just ask about
possible antidotes for non healing wounds ... you know ..."

I dialed the number to the med lab.

"Yes, this is Dr McCoy," Hanks deep velvety voice said over the line.

"Hey Hank, it's me Rogue."

"Rogue, what can I do for you?"

I was just about to open my mouth to tell him when I heard a very
familiar sound. Snikt! A let out a gasp instead. I glared at Logan
who shrugged, giving me a sly grin.

"Rogue, are you there?" Hank said and sounded slightly uncertain.

Logan stop it, I mouthed at him.

"Umm ... yes I'm still here ... sorry but I ... I think I broke a
nail ..."

"Oh ... so what's on your mind then?"

"Well I was gonna ask ya aaahhh-aabout ... um ... something," I
stammered as Logan got down on his knees and brushed the sensitive
inside of my thighs with his lips.

"Okay ... but are you sure you're alright? You didn't actually hurt
yourself?" Hank said.

"Mmm?" Oh, that. The broken nail. "Errm ... No I'm fine Hank ...
and ... ooh ..."

I leaned back on my elbows and tried to scowl at Logan for doing
what he did, but that only earned me the eyebrow and a smirk as he
spread my legs further apart.

"Okay listen, I wanted to ask you something - on Logan's behalf," I
said and sounded surprisingly clear headed. Okay think unsexy
thoughts! Think ... what's unsexy? ... Scott in a thong ... okay.
Yeah that's really unsexy ... or maybe not ... ah shit!
Nothing was working. Logan was actually going to get me off while I
was trying to have a serious conversation with Hank. It was
hopeless. I couldn't conjure a single, unsexy thought, not while
Logan was repeatedly flicking his smooth, velvety tongue over my
clit. Dammit.

"Yes, I'm listening Rouge. Rogue? Dear?" Hank said and he started to
sound awfully suspicious.

"Yeah ..."

"Alright Rogue, you seem to be distraught…and busy, so let's make
this a quick one shall we? What was it about Logan you wanted to ask
me?"

I bit my lower lip; I couldn't moan into Hank's ear. I just couldn't
do that to him, but damn Logan made it virtually impossible the more
time he spent buried between my thighs and the longer and faster he
kept licking at my sex like a man dying of thirst.

I tried clearing my throat in an attempt to come off less…less what?
Less horny? I thought to myself, okay self - just make it fast and
be done with it.

"Doyouknowofanypoisonthatwouldsortashutdownorslowdownhishealingabilit
ies?"

"Pardon?" Hank asked, obviously thoroughly confused. "I didn't
quite catch all of it ... Okay ... poison, I heard that, and
healing ... Rogue is something the matter?" He sounded bit anxious
and I could picture him taking off his glasses to rub his nose, a
habit when he gets nervous.

"Oh god!" Oh shit, that was me just now. Fuck.

Logan glanced momentarily at me and I caught a glimpse of his tongue
working its magic. He dipped two fingers inside then urged me to
suck then off. And I still had Hank on the line! Thank God his
hearing was nowhere near as sharp as Logan's…or Victor's…or was it?!
After all his other persona was called Beast. Oh shit, shit, shit.

"Rogue? Are you there?"

"Mmm ... oh yeah ... I mean - yes Hank, I'm here ..."

Hank sighed impatiently. "Okay tell you what, maybe we should
discuss this later ... whatever it was…or is you wanted to ask me?"

"Yeees ... mmm ... Hank ..."

"Yes Rogue?"

"Call you later," I managed to say as I hung up, seconds before I
was about to come.

I may be promiscuous, but I just couldn't let Hank overhear
everything. When Logan brought me over the edge though, I didn't
bother being quiet at all.

I lay there sprawled on the kitchen counter, panting, with Logan
rubbing his face against my thighs, marking me with his scent
alright. I glowered at him.

"That was mean sugar, and you know it," I said as sternly as I could.
He chuckled. "Couldn't help myself, I told you what you do to me
walkin' around bra-less."

"Yes but now I'm also panty-less."

Logan hauled me to my feet and straightened my clothes, suddenly
pleased and way too smug for my liking.

"Oh and don't think I've forgotten about tonight's lesson darlin'."
He lit a cigar and inhaled deeply, then cocked an eyebrow.

I couldn't help but laugh and slap him on his arm. "Ya know, you're
an arrogant son of a bitch."

It didn't really bother me, the idea of Logan's discipline. What
bothered me was that I'd have an audience watching as Logan issued
his punishment. Not good. So not good at all.

I stumbled as I felt a hand grip my ankle.

"What are you doing?!" I bit off and glared at Victor.

He was sprawled on the rug in nothing but a towel to make
him...decent. I could've sworn he'd been asleep less than ten seconds
ago, but he appeared to be wide awake and studying me intently through
narrow eyes.

"What's that smell?" he hissed, voice low and a tad amused.

"What are you talking about?" I said and felt my cheeks grow hot. The
man had absolutely no shame - whatsoever.

Victor's eyes roamed all over me, and then he gave a low pitched
laugh. "I know it from somewhere ..."

"Stop, just STOP it!"

"Oh yeah ... now I got it ... roast chicken," he said and slowly
licked his lips in a provocative way, not taking his eyes off me.

What a fuckin' bastard! He was playing me right into his hands. Or
maybe he'd been referring to the sex all along. I wanted to grind my
teeth to dust…then take a cold shower.

"Yes we're having roast chicken for dinner but I can't, for the life
of me, imagine you being hungry," I retorted sweetly and jerked my
ankle free.

Victor yawned and stretched his upper body. "But I am, since I only
had a snack earlier. It takes a lot more than that to fill me up ...
little Rogue," he said tauntingly. He was on his feet in one very
catlike, smooth motion. "So where's the runt?"

I suppressed the urge to slap him, knowing that violent behavior would
only please him and piss me off even more because of that. If Victor
detected something then it didn't show on his face. He seemed to be
feeling better considering the circumstances; the wound had started to
heal and the gouges too. The fact that I'd nearly drained him after
we'd had sex also seemed to be wearing off. Slowly but inevitable. I
had to turn my back to keep him from noticing my reaction. I didn't
want to think about the two of us fucking while I was standing right
in front of him.

"Look at me," he hissed angrily.

Logan had that same tone in his voice when he saw the need for it.
Demanding. I gasped as I turned around only to find Victor about two
inches away, and with that cunning wicked look in his eye.

"I'll be having dessert later," he said in a slow drawl.

"Logan's in the kitchen," was my feeble reply and all I could manage
as a response.

Victor only gave me the predatory smirk; his gaze lingering on me a
little bit longer than I was comfortable with. Not that I felt at ease
having him look at me in any way, especially not now. Without asking
he leaned into me and ran that tongue of his across my neck and up my
cheek.

"Don't forget that dessert," he said amusedly and left the room.

***

"… seems to be healing," Victor muttered and poked at the wound as I
came into the kitchen. He was still dressed in a towel, no doubt
wearing it for my benefit. I couldn't help but admire his body.

Logan was puffing on a Cuban, leaning forward to study the injury.

"Yeah and looks more like it should, but still not healin'at the usual
speed. Hopefully the poison won't cause permanent damage," he mumbled
and put the cigar between his teeth.

"It could be enough to kill someone like me. Or you," Victor said coolly.

"Yeah … unless you just happen to escape …"

Victor's eyes narrowed. "You implying there's something I don't know?"

"Are you?" Logan retorted mockingly and folded his arms across his chest.

"Listen runt; think whatever the hell you want, but you know" – he
poked Logan in the chest – "I'm in the dark just as much as you are."

Logan glared at Victor and took a deep drag on the cigar. I knew he
was torn about it all; part of him wanted to throw Victor out because
he didn't buy the explanation he'd been given, and the other part
acted like a vigilant creature just because of what Victor had said.
And that his words were true. I just had to wonder if there was a
difference to the explanation being true, or just that Victor in his
own twisted way believed it was. If he was lying, did he do it on
purpose? And if so, could Logan tell? I certainly wasn't able to.

"Then what the fuck do they want with me?" He kept cursing under his
breath while pacing the room back and forth.

Victor studied his claws; unsheathing and retracting them. The
clicking noise was so nerve-wracking, I was sure Logan was going lose
it at any second and beat the shit out of him.

"Maybe they want to recruit you," Victor suggested and shot me a sly
glance.

Logan snorted angrily. "That ain't gonna happen," he stated. "End of
discussion."

There was a moment of silence where Logan and Victor just scowled at
each other. After a while, Victor turned his back. I knew without
looking that Logan was arrogantly pleased; the Wolverine utterly
satiated. To lower the eyes or look away – that was an animal's
equivalent of admitting defeat. But while Victor may have given Logan
the upper hand this time, I had a feeling that it was only a temporary
submission.

Logan cracked his neck and flexed his muscles like he was in a cage
fight. He was pleased alright. Turning quickly, he roughly grabbed my
neck and crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was deep and brutal.
Demanding.

"Don't forget you belong to me darlin'," he whispered gruffly into my
ear and let his hand slide down my back.

To prove yet another point, to me this time, he swatted my ass hard
enough to make me gasp. I noticed Victor glancing over his shoulder,
peaking through that tangled mass of blonde hair. I didn't need any
enhanced hearing or heightened sense of smell to know he enjoyed it
all. He fed off our sexual energy.

Logan didn't mind in the least, doing what he did in front of Victor.
Among the images I'd received from him were some that suggested they'd
been involved in sexual power struggles before; with a woman or two
caught in-between. Despite his dominant behavior, Logan got a thrill
out of the competition. Making Victor jealous just because he could,
and just because Victor wanted me, was an aphrodisiac…and it was
something that seemed to work both ways. It all worked to raise the
level of sexual energy, notch by titillating notch, the longer we
remained in each other's presence.

"I'm all yours, sugar, you know that. Have been since Laughlin City,"
I murmured and nipped at his neck.

"But you enjoyed being fucked by him," Logan growled into my ear and
pressed me against him. "Didn't you?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

"What I believe, darlin', is that you want it all. Just be careful
what you wish for."

"I'll try …"

Yeah, easier said than done. If things got out of hand I could always
ask Logan for some healing. That thought hinted at things that made me
blush and I felt that sweet, heavy sensation building between my
thighs. Of course Logan noticed – goddamn perceptive bastard. His
facial expression turned smug, his eyes dark and intense.

"We need to eat darlin'… but damn, you're making me thirsty," he said
teasingly.

Over Logan's shoulder I caught Victor studying us; he lay sprawled on
the rug again, flaunting his body. As our eyes locked he began
stroking himself through the towel. I felt like my body was going to
catch fire.

A drink. Yes. I definitely needed a drink. Fast!

Logan grabbed my chin, bringing it back towards him.

"Creed, go put some fuckin' clothes on or I'm gonna let you starve -
and I know you ain't gonna like that. Not with an appetite like
yours," he said and gave me a crooked, almost devious smile.

Victor just laughed; a low pitched, rich sound that slid across my
skin like burning oil. Except for their looks, the two of them
could've been brothers; jealous and territorial, possessive and
dominant, neither one willing to back down.

This was gonna get out of hand if I didn't … didn't…didn't what? Have
a drink? Two drinks? A freakin' bottle? Fuck! Both Logan and Victor
were just waiting for an opportunity to throw themselves at me. That's
the signal I was getting from Victor since he showed up, and now from
Logan too.

From the corner of my vision I watched as Victor got to his feet,
unwrapped the towel – the son of a bitch was enjoying himself royally
– then put his clothes on.

"There. Pleased now, Wolverine?" he said lazily and flashed his fangs.
Oh, he was pleased if no one else was. But I was…and I hated to admit
it. Logan was just pleased that I wanted to fuck.

But dinner first.

***

Victor's black gaze followed me as I went in and out of the kitchen.
His eyes were plastered to my body, trailing me around the room,
watching me and every move I made. I finally returned with glasses and
beer. And liquor. Lots of it.

I hadn't heard Victor move as I suddenly found him standing right
behind me with an awkwardly blank facial expression. It was scary as
hell and I realized I was holding my breath, waiting for … something.

"I know what you want," he hissed in a low voice.

"Oh you do, do you?" I retorted and took a couple of steps backwards
only to find myself trapped between the wall and Victor.

He gave me a sly grin, retracted the claws and reached under the hem
of my dress. I wasn't wearing any panties, which seemed to please him
immensely. I couldn't hold back the gasp in my throat as he slid his
fingers between my thighs and brushed my clit. I wanted to press my
legs together. I did just the opposite; allowing Victor access,
encouraging him to continue, wanting him to simultaneously slip his
fingers inside me.

"I told you I knew … It doesn't take much to make you wet little
Rogue," he murmured and slowly licked each finger clean. "Tasty pussy …"

Without thinking, I slapped him as hard I could. Surprise showed on
Victor's face but it quickly turned into something else. Eagerness.
Smug delight.

I wanted to slap him again but he seized my wrist in a bone crushing
grip before I even had the chance.

"Don't do that again," he said tauntingly and guided my hand to his
crotch. "I've run out of patience little girl. I'm gonna have you
begging me to go easy on you. I'll have you begging me just to fuck
you and nothing more."

"But …" was all I managed to say; his words combined with forcing me
to rub his cock through his leather pants was making me speechless.
Who the hell does he think he is?!

"Now…tell me what you want."

"No …" I mumbled, my voice sounding strained like I was short of
breath, and I was. After playing their game, I was having trouble
focusing on anything but what I wanted.

"Fuckin' tell me what you want from me!" he growled and brushed the
claws over my nipples, immediately making them hard.

I shook my head, refusing to take the bait, lips pressed tightly together.

"Tell. Me. Woman."

And I did.

Victor leaned into me. "I'm gonna hold you to your word … all of it …
whenever I feel like it - and you won't deny me," he whispered against
my ear and released me.

I wanted to disappear off the face of the earth. Instead, I made
myself scarce and fled to the kitchen. I felt Victor's eyes undressing
me as I left him standing there. Damn him and his arrogantly satiated
grin.

When it came to eating, both Logan and Victor showed the predatory
streaks in their personalities. Sure, they politely ate mashed
potatoes using a fork, but the chicken was a different story entirely.
Victor didn't actually tear the meat off using his huge incisors, but
it was close enough. And he had an appetite surpassing even Logan's. I
felt somewhat awkward using knife and fork like a normal human being,
though lately I'd began to wonder exactly how normal I really was...or
if I'd ever been.

"That was … tasty," Victor said, almost purring as he licked each
finger clean.

I cleared my throat and tried to focus on what was left on my plate –
only scraps. Damn.

"So darlin', have you given the … lesson … any thought yet?" Logan
said it casually, but there was amusement in his voice.

I just glared at him. He was being way too laid back considering what
he'd just asked me and the fact that he wanted to bend me over his
knees and spank my ass till I turned cherry red and sore. It wasn't
easy coping with two virile and very fuckable men who were just biding
their time to get at me, but I could play Logan's game. After all,
he'd taught me how.

"I may have …" I said invitingly and reached for the whiskey bottle to
pour myself a drink.

"What's this lesson you're talking about?" Victor said, unable and
unwilling to hide the curiosity in his voice. He pushed the empty
plate aside to lean on his elbows; resting his chin in one hand while
tapping the table surface with those black claws.

I shot him an annoyed glance and swallowed my whiskey in one gulp.
Burning liquid slid down my throat; it was just what I needed, sharp
with a touch of smoke. The heat eased its way through every muscle,
relaxing my body and my inhibitions.

"It's okay, you can tell him … if you want to," Logan said and
searched his pockets for a cigar.

Even though he wasn't saying anything, I could tell Victor's senses
were on high alert. He waited patiently, drawing slow, wide circles
over the table, barely etching into the wood with his claws.

I scowled at Logan for almost taking sides with Victor. Sabretooth of
all people! They were supposed to hate each other, not get along as
they were now. This couldn't be good and it made me nervous.
Logan took a deep drag on the cigar, the glow lighting up his face for
a second.

"Alright, fine, tell you what I think is fit for punishm –"

"Punishment?" Victor interrupted, his eyes darting back and forth
between me and Logan, quick like a viper, not at all cat-like.

"That's right, and you" – he shot Victor a knowing glance – "of all
people should know. Rogue's been a bad girl, haven't you sweetheart?"
Logan finished and put the cigar between his teeth.

What the hell was I supposed to say? Yes? No? Either way I was in
trouble. Logan seemed pleased having me squirm – literally – because
he knew very well how I felt about getting my ass tanned. But he
didn't know how I felt about going public with that particular fetish,
especially in front of a man whose middle name was fetish. Something
must've shown on my face and whatever it was it made Logan purse his
lips in that typically arrogant and amused way I'd seen him do back in
Laughlin City.

Victor spoke, sounding like the eager predator he was, watching his
prey walk into a trap. "You know I can smell you wanting him to sling
you over his knees and…"

I raised my hand without thinking, intent on slapping him again, but
he seized my wrist. Claws dug into my flesh as he tightened the grip
and stared angrily at me with those pitch black eyes. He bared his
fangs and hissed.

"Don't tempt me," he said slowly, but with as much warning as he'd
used earlier.

"You should listen to him," Logan said. His words were meant for me
but the glare was for Victor.

Victor ignored the look he got from Logan and served me a lopsided
smile instead.

"See?" he said with malice in his deep voice, but I wasn't sure if it
was only meant for me.

Logan unsheathed his claws on one hand and pointed them directly at
Victor.

"Don't get any ideas kitty or I'll neuter you before you can even blink."

"I won't … master. I'll behave … for now," Victor said mockingly and
let go of my wrist.

Logan snorted like he didn't believe a word Victor said, or maybe he
was trying not to make too much of it. As it was, I didn't know what
to think anymore. Things were already getting out of hand.

***

Well past my way to tipsy, I slumped back onto the couch with a mojito
in one hand and tried to straighten my dress with the other. It was a
futile attempt to come off more … prudent, and a way to try and calm
myself down.

Victor eased himself down onto the far end of the couch, studying me
through narrow eyes. He raised a whiskey bottle to his lips and took a
mouthful of the golden liquid.

"Relax … I won't bite little Rogue," he murmured and smiled, wide
enough to flash his pointy teeth.

"Liar," I retorted and took a long swallow of my drink.

Victor spread his hands. "True … so why cross your legs?"

I knew exactly what was on his mind as his gaze devoured my legs,
traveling up past my thighs. "Don't … even think about it …"

He gave me a cocked eyebrow. "How can I not? I'm just a man. I've had
you once and I know you want more. I can smell it," he said with a
taunting voice that came out sounding both soft and evil.

I glowered at him and silently cursed my flushing cheeks and tingling
flesh.

"Fuck you Victor," I said angrily.

I hated the way he had me wrapped around his finger, playing me
however he wanted; making me beg and respond like all I'd ever wanted
was to be fucked by him in every possible way. I knew with certainty
that he wanted to tie me up, gag me, and do all sorts of painful
things to me, and to himself, during sex. Just thinking about it made
me scared and nervous.

I'd caught glimpses from his past when I'd touched him earlier so I
knew what he enjoyed – but deep down I felt slightly aroused by it
too; aroused by the danger, by walking that fine line between pleasure
and pain. I'd done it before with Logan, though with Victor it would
be a different case.

He threw his head back; the sound of laughter filled the room, rich
and sticky like honey. It raised goose bumps all over my bare arms.

"Oh I intend to fuck you, Rogue. Don't think I won't and don't think
I'll be nice or patient either. Not that I'll need to be," he said and
cupped himself. "You're already so wet I can taste your pussy just by –"

It was too much; he was being way too arrogant and needed to be taught
a lesson. My hand struck his cheek but within quarter of a second I
was lying flat on my back along the couch, held in place by Victor's
body. He seized my wrists in one of his huge hands and my chin with
the other. That tangled mass of blonde hair spilled around his face
and mine as he leaned into me, fury painted all over that masculine face.

"Beg. Me," he hissed and tightened the grip on my wrists.

"What the fuck is this?!" I heard Logan's voice say.
As if on cue – my bet was on the submission thing – Victor released
me, but his face was still set and angry.

"I think you need to discipline your mate Wolverine," he said mockingly.

Logan snorted. "Just shut the fuck up Creed," he snarled and sat down
on the other side of me. He took a drag on the cigar, then another.
There had always been something very erotic about watching those
gorgeous lips close themselves around a cigar.

"Roll over darlin' and put your head in my lap," he said sternly,
taking the drink from my hand and placing it on the coffee table.
I felt Victor put a hand on my leg, barely letting the claws brush my
skin. I didn't have to look to know he was just waiting for something
to happen; eager and ready for anything.

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you sweetheart?" Logan murmured as he
took another drag on the cigar and exhaled slowly.

I nodded.

"How bad?"

"Very …" Yeah, I knew how to play this game; the old letch and the
maiden.

Logan pulled my dress up over my hips and raised his eyebrow when he
noticed I was wearing panties again.

"I thought you were out of them."

"My last pair," I said and chewed at my lip.

He smiled. "Well, you can keep `em on but," he smacked my bottom hard
enough to make me shriek "– that's for tryin' to cover yourself up."

He gave me a crooked grin and swatted my ass again.

I gasped as the palm of Logan's hand landed on one of my thighs, then
another landed with a loud smack; it hurt, but in a way much closer to
pleasure than actual physical pain. I'd be sore tomorrow if he kept it
up. Through the sexual haze I was drifting into, I could still sense
Victor, how he tried hard to behave himself. I knew he wanted to tear
at my clothes, rip into my panties, and go down on me again.

"What did you do darlin'?" Logan asked.

"You already know," I protested and was rewarded with another slap on
my ass that left me with a stinging pain and warm skin.

"Are you sure you didn't do anything else?"

Smack, smack, smack.

Then Logan slid his hand down my panties, between my buttocks, and
inside my wet folds, making me moan and clutch at the fabric of his
shirt. I was open and ready and ached with the need to feel him inside me.

"What was it sweetheart? What else did you do?"

"Nothing … please, Logan …" I said breathily and fought not to wriggle
my hips too much. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was intent on
showing him I could resist his moves and talented fingers. When he
began to rub my clit I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Oh but you have," he continued amusedly, slowly increasing the
pressure, well aware of how to keep me on edge for as long as he
wanted. "You wanted Victor to fuck you and he did, but still you're
angry with him. I think you should apologize to him … any way you see
fit, love."

What the hell was this all about?! Logan taking sides with Victor? I
didn't even want to imagine what Logan thought was a fit apology; let
alone what Victor might have in mind. Logan removed his hand, smiling
down at me.

"First I want you to do something for me," he said and put the cigar
between his teeth and inhaled deeply.

"What?" I said, still short of breath, and rolled over to lie on my
back again.

Even though I was focused on Logan I could feel Victor's presence in
more ways than one; his eyes weighing me down, undressing me, my legs
resting in his lap and his physical reaction to my arousal pressed
firmly against them. An inch away from my face was one of Logan's most
delicious body parts, though still trapped behind the fabric of his
jeans.

Logan cupped one of my breasts, flicked his thumb across the nipple,
and rolled it between his fingers.

"You know how much I love to watch you play with yourself darlin'," he
said hoarsely and took another drag on the cigar.

I felt Victor's claws dig into my flesh at Logan's words. Neither of
them had to beg me to do it; my hand found its way down my panties and
between my thighs without any protest. I closed my eyes; curious as to
why Logan was playing me right into Victor's hands when he knew how
the other man felt about me; what he wanted to do with me.

Any concern was quickly washed away though, replaced by images of what
I must look like lying across the two of them. I could hear my
whimpers grow into moans of pleasure and I didn't need to open my eyes
to know that I had both men's rapt attention. I worked my way towards
my own climax, dragging them both with me, knowing I could halt my
pleasure at any time and maybe it would be torture for me, but it
would punish them as well. Punishment and sweet revenge.

As I opened my eyes, the knowledge of that kind of power over those
kind of men filled me with an intensity matched only by the look their
faces. And then I realized it was the Wolverine's face staring down at
me, it was Sabretooth's eyes watching my every move, both of them
waiting for something.

My eyes were suddenly wide open when Logan grabbed hold of my hand,
preventing me from getting closer to my climax. I tried to object but
he just served me up an arched eyebrow and that haughty, sexy smile of
his.

"I said you were allowed to play with yourself darlin'. I never said
you could get off," he said firmly and held my hand in front of his
face. "But it would be a shame to let this go to waste …" And with
that he ran his tongue across my damp fingers, growling while licking
them clean.

"Logan … please … I … I … god …" My body felt like jelly, boneless and
burning with the need to get that sweet release.

Victor had been amazingly patient so far, though now I felt him rake
his claws alongside my bare legs and with one swift, impatient motion
he relieved me of my panties. Pleased at having me naked from the
waist down, he ran his hands up and down the inside of my thighs.
Teasing. Tormenting. He was working me into such a state, I wasn't
going to stay sane unless he or Logan did something about it.

I caught Victor's gaze; drowning black and untamed – like he wanted to
eat me alive. The mere sight of him, shirtless, while Logan was still
sucking my fingers clean, drew a strangled sound from my throat. It
turned into a loud moan as Victor pushed two fingers inside me. The
grasp on my thigh became harder as he slowly withdrew his hand from me.

"So wet … so tasty," he growled and slung my right leg over his
shoulder. The heat of his breath spread across my skin as he rubbed
his face against my leg. He was marking me with his feline scent.

Logan seized Victor's hand, grinning.

"I know … she's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted," he said hoarsely
and lapped my arousal from the other man's fingers, enjoying it like
it was the best meal of his life.

Victor just purred. Staring at me the entire time, he growled and
nipped at my calf with those sharp teeth.

"What do you want little Rogue?" he said and ran his claws down my
thigh. "This?" and again he slipped two fingers inside, making me buck
my hips against his hand as he found that sweet sensitive spot that
could send me straight into pure sexual bliss.

Logan let go of Victor's wrist and gently cupped my chin - but I knew
he was about to be anything but gentle. I was certain of this the
moment our gazes locked. If black fire existed, then I was staring
into it.

"You like that darlin'?" he said and slid one hand across my belly,
down the patch of dark curls at the apex of my thighs.

I couldn't think straight, let alone say anything that would come out
as understandable words, not when I had Victor's fingers inside me and
Logan rubbing my clit.

Logan hauled me up against his chest so that he was able to kiss me.
My hands went up to seize two handfuls of his hair as he slid his
tongue inside my mouth. When I was only seconds from getting off,
Victor withdrew his hand. I leaned up to shoot him a furious and
impatient glare. That's when I saw the look on his face - harsh and
demanding, like a man determined to get his way.

Victor shoved Logan's hands away with an angry snarl and buried his
face between my thighs. He held me in place using his own considerable
weight while he licked and lapped at my sex. His feline tongue, rugged
on the surface, but warm and plundering, brought discomfort but with
it such immense pleasure. I began cresting such an intense orgasm, it
literally tried to bow my spine. It crashed over me, spread through
every vein, every cell like molten lava. I screamed into Logan's
mouth, pulled at his hair and shirt as the orgasm surged through me.

We finally broke the kiss; Logan's eyes were glazed with lust and
withheld desire. I glanced down at Victor; he flashed me those pointy,
white teeth in a delighted but sly grin - lips shiny with saliva and
the evidence of my arousal. I made an attempt to speak but seemed
incapable of it, still in the wake of my climax. Victor wiped his
mouth and chin with the back of his hand then licked it clean. Oh he
was behaving like a cat alright. Logan smoothed my hair, nuzzled it
like he wanted to cuddle, pleased at my reaction. I tugged at his
shirt and jeans.

"You haven't had enough?" he murmured against my brow.

Moments later he was gloriously naked; I shivered just looking at him,
at that flawless body. I pulled the dress over my head and dropped it
on the floor. A cell phone started to ring and it wasn't mine or
Logan's. I shot Victor a glance to which he simply shrugged, telling
me to let it ring. Yeah there were other things to attend to, and
enjoy - or perhaps worry about. My mind was so clouded by the sexual
haze, I didn't care enough to worry what was to come. Maybe this was
the calm before the storm because if I were to deny Victor anything,
then he'd surely go berserk on me. His more human persona had already
begun to slip away, just like Logan's. The possibility of that danger
only heightened my arousal, making me sensitive even to the slightest
touch, each heated glance, every emitted growl.

I straddled Logan as slowly as I could, enjoying every second of him
going deeper and deeper inside me, and watching that first wave of raw
pleasure flash across his handsome face.

Victor's cell phone rang again, and it had the most annoying ring tone
I'd ever heard - a tune from some old Disney movie that I couldn't
quite place - but it was obvious he didn't intend to answer. Instead
he just watched me with those intimidating dark eyes while I let Logan
establish a rhythm; fucking me slowly, his head thrown back and eyes
closed. I had no idea what Victor saw in my face but I knew he enjoyed
the show, it excited him to watch Logan fucking me. Or maybe it was
the other way round.

Suddenly Victor was just there next to me, I felt the heat radiating
from his skin - he was naked and more than ready. He knotted a fist in
my hair and without words forced me to let him join. Don't deny me,
his eyes told me, and I didn't. My hands journeyed their way up his
thighs, across that muscular abdomen - nails scratching his skin, not
hard enough to draw blood but enough to leave marks. A slight tremor
ran through his body when I leaned my cheek against him. Maybe it was
too affectionate, I don't know, but something close to puzzlement,
confusion, flashed across his face, and then it was gone.

The grip on my hair tightened as I pulled him into my mouth and ran my
tongue alongside his cock, over the silky smooth head - all the while
glancing up at him through my lashes. I also knew from before that
with Victor, like Logan, it was only a matter of relaxing my throat
and letting him decide the pace, for as long as possible.

Being careful with my teeth was another thing I didn't have to worry
about. I could see it on Victor's face and by the way he inhaled
slowly, that he more than enjoyed the feeling of them almost hurting
him. It was all about the danger and pain, combining with physical
pleasure, and he had me wrapped up in chains - something I never
thought I'd experience with a man that wasn't Logan.

I smoothed Victor's thighs and back while I let him mouth fuck me, one
hand entangled in my hair, holding me firmly in place, and the other
one occasionally brushing my cheek; those sharp black claws running
down my jaw and neck and up again. Logan ran his hands over my
breasts, fondled them, and pinched my nipples when he wasn't gripping
my hips. He fucked me fast and hard.

It was surreal; the three of us together and having two men fight over
me in their own special way. As it was, Logan had the upper hand; this
was his place and he wasn't the one that had showed up on our
doorstep, wounded and asking for help. I strongly doubted he'd
willingly act like a submissive - in fact I wondered if he ever had.
On the other hand, Victor didn't exactly strike me as submissive
either; he could play the game and endure the whole thing, but it was
only temporary - a means to an end. Both Logan and Victor were the
least submissive men I could think of.

I caught Logan's eyes in the corner of my vision; he was watching me
intently, hands gripping my thighs almost painfully hard as he
followed every move I made; and I let him. I let him watch me tease
Victor with my tongue, licking alongside his cock like I was enjoying
an ice cream cone. There was no way either of them were going to give
in or back off; Victor's hands in my hair made sure of that, as did
Logan's hands on my hips as kept thrusting himself in and out of me.

Logan squeezed my hips to the point where I knew I'd bruise. I could
hear myself moan at the pain and the pleasure it brought, and I dug my
nails into Victor's thighs. The more painful Logan's grip became, the
deeper I dug my nails. Logan came hard with a roar, driving himself as
deep inside me as he could. Moments later he was followed by Victor as
he emptied himself in my mouth. I swallowed and then purposefully ran
my tongue over my lips, which earned me a satiated grin in return.

Once again the cell phone started to ring. Victor cursed angrily and
stalked over to the pile on the floor that was his clothes. I turned
my attention back to Logan; he seemed just as satiated as Victor, but
I knew he'd be hard and ready again within minutes. He grabbed me by
the neck and pressed his lips and tongue against mine, not at all
bothered by the fact that he could still taste Victor inside my mouth.
Kissing me thoroughly, he suddenly broke off the kiss.

"Where are you going?" he barked at Victor.

I glanced over my shoulder; Victor was dressed again, wearing the deep
hooded coat that covered his face completely. He gave a low pitched
laugh that made the tiny hairs on my arms stand up. He held his hand
out towards Logan and unsheathed the black claws.

"Business Wolverine." And with that he was out the door.

"I've drawn us a bath darlin'," Logan said and hauled me
in for a hug, "'cause I figured you didn't want to take
a quick shower."

I smiled and snuggled up against his bare chest. He knew
me all too well; a long, hot bath was just what I needed
even though Logan preferred the shower. Something about
Alkali Lake he'd told me once, and I couldn't blame him.
I'd shared his nightmares for some years now.

"What was that all about?" I said after a while,
referring to Victor taking off.

"No idea - but he'll be back ... I'm sure of it," Logan
said gruffly and got into the tub. He lit a cigar and
inhaled deeply; the image was just too perfect - a naked
Wolverine smoking while taking a bath. Of course he
noticed my reaction, and arched an amused eyebrow telling
me he knew what I felt for him.

"And then what?" I said, slipping into the steaming hot
water and trying to stick to the topic.

"What 'then what'?"

I shrugged and took a sip on my drink.

"I was thinking about the whole healing issue ... problem.
You know, the reason he showed up here in the first
place," I said.

Logan quirked an eyebrow at me and took another drag on
the cigar. "We'll see what happens when he gets back,
because he will be back... I know the guy remember? He
can be just as hard to get rid of as ... as cockroaches,
darlin'," he said and gave me a loop sided smile. "But
at least he knows how to fight."

I moved over to Logan's side of the tub and positioned
myself between his legs. For the moment I actually felt
content and at ease, not at all like I was caught up in
some insane sexual roller coaster. I knew I was indeed
on that roller coaster, but for now I was on a break.
Logan slid an arm around my waist and nuzzled my hair.
Content was the word alright ...

"So ... so what's the story between the two of you
anyway?" A long shot and I knew it, I'd never really
asked him about that part of his past. I knew he'd be
reluctant to open up about it, but damned if I was gonna
be left clueless.

"I've known him for a long time - he's just an ole
Canadian like me," Logan finally said.

"And ...?"

"Well ... we don't get along ... most of the time ...
and I don't trust him, and he probably don't trust me
either. You know Victor's always chosen one side and
one side alone and that's his own. He's egotistical
and he's never done anything for free."

I could feel Logan giving me a knowing glance. Oh, I
was more than aware of the 'not for free' part when it
came to Victor, even though I didn't know him that well.
Or at all really. And I was sure he'd make it more than
clear when he returned.

***

It was in the middle of the night, around 2 a.m., when
I woke up. Logan was already out of bed, still naked
and sleep tousled, when Victor came into the room.
Despite the darkness I could make out the shape of him.
He reeked of fresh blood and gore and sweat - the smell
and his ragged breath spread in every direction of the
room like a living nightmare. He started to laugh, a
low pitched creepy and raspy sound that made my pulse
speed up and goose bumps appear all over my skin.

"A present for you Wolverine," he said hoarsely, sounding
strangely amused, and tossed Logan a bag that I knew
contained something truly awful.

"What the hell happened out there?" Logan said. He tried
to keep his voice down, but I heard every word.

"I killed them."

"Them?"

Victor began to sway, like he was about to faint, then
quickly regained control.

Logan peaked into the bag. "What the fuck ... these
are ..."

Victor's teeth flashed white in the dark. " ... trophies
... yes I know ..."

I crawled out of bed with the bed sheet wrapped around
me.

"I killed both of them, cut out their tongues and the
hands of one of them," Victor hissed and staggered again.

"Rogue, help get him cleaned up," Logan said impatiently
and got dressed. "I'm gonna take a look outside and see
what the hell is going on."

I grabbed his arm. "But -"

He gave me a swift kiss. "You'll be fine, just be careful
sweetheart, 'kay?" he said softly and almost gave me the
arrogant eyebrow.

"You too," I murmured in response and let him go. He'd be
alright, still I couldn't help but worry... and if Victor
had gone insane ...

I smoothed a hand across my face.

***

I turned on the lights in the bathroom. Victor was being
utterly quiet; he just stood there and watched me. It
made me nervous.

"Are you ... are you okay?" I asked and chewed at my lip.

He showed me his fangs in a slow, wide grin that faded
just as quickly.

"I see. Well, can you undress yourself or ... or do you
need help with that?" I tried to sound clinical and
detached, but I felt strangely naked despite the bed
sheet flowing around my body like a ballroom gown. I
guess clinical and detached were shot all to hell.
"Wait ... can you ... um ... turn around? Please?"

I slipped on my kimono feeling slightly less
uncomfortable, then I reached out and touched Victor's
back. He became rigid and turned his head to peak at
me through that dirty tangled mass of blonde hair. I
sighed and helped him undress. It didn't take long
for me to realize he'd been badly hurt, though not
once did he flinch at the pain as I removed his shirt.

"Get in the tub, and I'll draw you a bath," I said as
softly as I could manage, not sure how he would react
to that.

"I'm cold," he said all of a sudden and sounded
strangled, weak almost.

I carefully wet my lips. "You'll be better soon ...
there, get in the tub."

He was starting to freak me out; this silent, almost
polite, side of him made me wonder if he was in some
kind of shock. I'd heard about people acting weird
when they were suffering from trauma, emotional or
physical. Victor began to tremble the moment I turned
on the water.

I studied him for a while but he didn't seem to notice.

"Warm enough?" I asked and sat down on the edged of
the tub.

He shrugged and wrapped his arms around his knees.

"If you want I -"

"Get in," he said with a raspy voice.

I shook my head. I wasn't going to play that game again.

"No."

He glared at me and I could see his jaw working, those
muscles straining.

I sighed and folded my arms underneath my breasts.

"Look, I won't get in the t -"

"Please." It came out more like a growl, but it had
been 'please' alright and Victor, let alone Sabretooth,
didn't use that particular phrase. He tugged at my sleeve
as if to get my attention.

"No, you can manage for yourself," I said, well aware of
his nakedness. Not to mention that we'd fucked on that
very same bathroom floor the other day, I'd drained him
afterwards, and then there was the sex with him and Logan
on the couch ...

"Please ... get in," he said through clenched teeth,
angry and determined.

"Why?"

He exhaled through his nose; another sign of him being
frustrated.

"Because ... I ... you have to help me clean up the
wounds on my back. Get in the fuckin' tub woman. I won't
ask nicely again."

"Okay, fine." Fine, yeah ... I'd just succumbed to
something that a minute ago I'd promised myself not to
do; share a bath with a naked and seemingly emotionally
unstable Victor. I climbed into the hot water still
wearing my kimono, an attempt to be on the safe side.

"Turn around then," I murmured and reached for the bath
sponge.

Victor did as he was told. There were some pretty nasty
wounds on his back, but even as my eyes were sweeping
across the skin I could see that he was healing, though
very slowly. He grunted as I began to wash his back.

"Use your hands," he told me, his voice unsteady, shaking
like his body.

I carefully stroked his back. "Does it hurt?"

"Yes little Rogue ... it hurts ... but the pain doesn't
bother me. It used to once, but not now."

Oh okay ... not that I was surprised at his reply, it
just ...

Victor turned on me, lips press tightly together and
those eyes, black velvet as dark as night, staring at
me. Piercing me.

"Pain can be something else you know ..."

"Okay look ... Victor, you -" I began but fell silent
as he raised his hand and traced my jawline. Claws
brushing my skin, almost scratching it. Then he frowned
and drew back from me.

"Just don't get any ideas woman," he whispered angrily
and got out of the tub. The water splashed around his
naked body - the image of it made me hold my breath
because in a way it reminded me of the nightmares I'd
inherited from Logan. A disturbingly sensual, but dark
image.

I scrambled out of the tub and grabbed a towel then
got out of the soaked kimono. I hastily wrapped the
bed sheet back around me, without any lewd comments
from Victor. He didn't even ogle me but towel dried
his hair and body in silence.

"Say something." The moment the words were out of my
mouth I regretted them. Shit. Victor just scowled at
me and wrapped the damp towel around his waist and left
the bathroom.

"Wait ... " I began, then changed my mind - what the
hell was this all about? New tactic to get me to do
whatever he wanted?

Victor cornered me outside the bathroom. "What the fuck
do you want from me?"

Instinctively I clutched at the bed sheet to be sure I
wasn't showing too much skin. Victor was well on his way
to getting all nasty again, and he still came off scary.

"I ... you can sleep in the bed if you want to ... you
don't have to sleep on the floor ..." My voice trailed
off, and I had to swallow to remain calm.

"I'm used to the floor, and I don't do charity," he snarled.

"Fine. If you don't want to, I won't force you. I just
thought -"

"I never said I didn't want to," he growled and grabbed
my chin so I had to focus on his face. He leaned in close
enough for a kiss. "But you're offering me to share your
bed ... you really sure you understand what you're asking
me ... darlin'?"

I wet my lips. "Are you telling me you won't behave?"

"It depends what you mean by behave," he said tauntingly
and took a couple of steps backwards.

I sighed impatiently. "Just get in there and be quiet,
alright? I'll wait up for Logan," I retorted and turned
my back on Victor to keep him from noticing the way my
cheeks flushed.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, and about
twenty minutes later or so, Logan returned.

"Hey sugar, how'd it go?" I asked quietly and slid my
arms around his neck.

"Not sure ... it was ... messy ... I couldn't detect
anyone near by," he murmured against my brow, his hands
trailing down to finally rest on the curve of my hips,
"but that doesn't mean there won't be others ..."

I breathed in his scent, glad to have my man back safe
and sound in my arms where he belonged. I helped him get
undressed, relieved he seemed to be okay, free of any
wounds, and that Victor was asleep. I hoped he was anyway,
not just for my own sake but his. Logan didn't object when
he discovered our new 'bedmate', but he made it clear he
wasn't going to spoon Victor.

"I ain't doin' that darlin', so you gotta lie in the middle
between us. That way I can cradle you...and do whatever I
want to without nuzzling bloody Sabretooth," he whispered
bemusedly into my ear as we crawled into bed.

I giggled and turned my head to kiss Logan, mating lips
and tongue and all. He slid his tongue between my lips and
an arm around me to cup one of my breasts. The kiss lasted
longer than usual and deepened, grew more intense and -
like always with Logan - demanding. Hungry. Sensual. A
touch aggressive, like he wanted to ravish my mouth. He
finally broke off the kiss, panting, and stared at me with
dark glazed eyes.

"Guess we need to get some sleep ..." he murmured against
my neck. The heat of his breath, the kiss, and his hand on
my breast, tightened things low in my stomach. I felt Logan
grow hard. I didn't say anything, because I knew he could
smell my arousal, that I was wet and ready.

He gripped one of my thighs and slowly eased himself inside
me, and covered my mouth with the other hand to keep me
from getting too loud while I worked my way towards sweet
release. As he was fucking me, each thrust made my breasts
brush Victor's bare back. At first it bothered me, but the
closer I got to my climax and the harder Logan pounded into
me, the less I cared. I knew that even in his sleep, Victor
could tell what was going on behind his back. Literally.
Logan's hand over my mouth did little to keep me quiet or
mute the moan that was building deep in my chest. I was
sure Victor could tell, and the smell of sex ... well it
was evident even to me. He and Logan must have been
drowning in it. Suddenly I felt him stir in his sleep - or
maybe he'd been awake the entire time - and grab my free
hand the moment I fell apart. The orgasm rushed down my
thighs like liquid fire.

Logan nuzzled my hair afterwards and snuggled up close to
my back before he fell asleep again, content and satisfied.
Victor was wide awake; I knew it the second he placed my
hand against his chest. I could feel the firm muscles move
underneath the palm of my hand, and then with one quick
tug, I suddenly found myself lying on the other side of
him, my arms locked behind my back.

"Little Rogue ... you're being mean," he murmured, his
face an inch away from mine. "Selfish of you ... not to
invite me to the party," he all but purred, rubbing his
face against my neck and into my hair.

I stretched my neck to glimpse Logan sleeping behind him
and Victor gave my arms a quick tug.

"What?" I wanted to glare at him but he made it too damn
hard for me.

"I'm not saying I want special treatment, I just want my
fair share," he continued and I felt sharp teeth nip at my
earlobe and his hot breath slither over my skin. "And I
ain't askin' for it either."

I decided not to take the bait the way Victor expected, instead I licked across his lips. The grasp on my wrists tightened as he pressed me against his body and brushed my tongue with his own in an open mouth kiss. It wasn't what I thought he'd do, to respond like that, and I had no objections, my body certainly didn't - despite the fact that I'd just been thoroughly fucked and pleased only minutes ago. Unable to resist the urge to explore more of him, I slipped my tongue between his lips to trace those sharp teeth he kept flashing at me all the time.

"Tell me what you want," Victor whispered into my mouth and he was so hard and ready, a moan escaped my throat as he ground his erection against my belly.

I locked my mouth to his even though I had a feeling he didn't do kisses, not the way Logan did; something about it being too intimate. But he kissed me back, bit and sucked at my lips, like he wanted to crawl inside and taste every inch of me. French kissing a man with fangs required practice, I noticed that the moment there was a sharp sting to my tongue and a sweet metallic taste of blood in my mouth. Victor rolled me over and ended up on top with my arms now locked above my head in one of his hands. Seeing that he was a lot heavier than me, not to mention blessed with super human strength, there wasn't anything I could do but let him have his way. Unless I decided to turn on my skin, and I'd much rather have him fuck the living daylights out of me than worm his way inside my mind again.

For a brief moment it was as if we'd come to a deadlock. Victor hovered just above my face looking eager and predatory; his breathing was strained and those eye were larger and darker than ever before. He searched my face for a reaction of some kind, I could feel it, I knew it with certainty, but I also knew he revelled in fact that he was in a dominant position; on top of me, between my thighs, naked, staring down at a panting, horny woman whose lips were half parted and shiny with saliva. He loved the control it gave him over me, and it was all part of the game at which he was so skilled. Time and time again I walked straight into his traps and there I was; on my back with a tall, heavy, feral, slightly psychotic and hairy, but very sexy and fuckable man weighing me down. It took a lot of effort on my part not to try and arch my back off the bed and buck my hips against him.

A delighted and sly grin spread on Victor's face, he had me exactly where he wanted me.

I wrapped my legs around Victor's waist and reached for his mouth again but he jerked his head back and served me up an evil grin. He lowered his head to play with my breasts.

"Tell me what you want," he repeated and flicked his cat like tongue across one of my nipples. "Beg me sweet little Rogue, or...I might accidentally nibble a bit too hard."

"You know what I want," I whispered and bucked my hips against him. The pressure of his cock at the apex of my thighs drew another moan from me. I thought that was answer enough for Victor. I wanted him to fuck me.

"But I wanna hear you say the words ... say it and say my name," he teased and pulled a nipple into his mouth, sucked on it and rolled it between those sharp teeth to let me know it wouldn't take much effort to draw blood and cause pain. Delicious pain maybe, but I wasn't so sure. Yet. Damn him, I couldn't think straight.

No, no, no - I wasn't going to let him play me anymore. Fuck. Victor seemed amused at my stubborn silence - we both knew what I wanted more than anything at that point, it was just that he had to be so damn full of himself. Bastard.

I felt Victor reach down between us, his hand smoothing my belly, my thighs, then his fingers inside me and on my clit, working in slow circular motions.

"Oh god ..."

The words were out of my mouth before I realized it. He leaned into me again, looking pleased at having me on the edge and trapped beneath him.

"God? Haven't you heard that I ain't one of his favorites," he almost chuckled, then slid his tongue across my cheek. "But I'm sure he's jealous right now, wishing he could taste that sweet pussy of yours."

"Fuck you Victor," I spat at him and tried to wriggle myself free, which was a total waste of time. I really had to remember not to let him get to me. He got off on getting me all worked up and angry and that made me even more furious, but since he still had his hand buried between my thighs, he held the power over me.

He pouted. "You're hurting my feelings ... if you didn't really mean what you just said."

I made an exasperated sound in my throat. It was out of annoyance at his arrogant behavior but also out of sexual frustration. He knew all to well what he was doing with his fingers at the moment. It wasn't enough to get me off, just to keep me on that damn edge for as long as he wanted.

"You're being a pain in the ass you know that?" I growled at him for a change.

That earned me a wicked grin in return. "I can be ... if you want," he said and increased the pressure on my clit, "all you have to do is say the word."

"Alright, fine. Fine, you win," I whispered, short of breath and dying to have him inside me.

Victor arched an eyebrow at me. "Let me hear you say it ... beg me little Rogue."

"Fuck me Victor," I moaned and wriggled underneath him, "for heaven's sake just stop the teasing and fuck me already. Fuck me please, please." I had run out of patience and good behavior, and I didn't give a damn that we weren't alone.

Victor removed his hand, gripped my thigh and thrusted himself inside me. I expected him to quit the teasing but it was obvious he wasn't done with that, he remained buried deep inside me, those black eyes searching my face as he slowly pulled out halfway. I wanted to grit my teeth and arch my back off the bed to make him understand I wanted no more of that game. I just wanted him to take me right there and then, that I wanted him to fuck me, not make love. This wasn't about sweet lovemaking, he knew that and I knew that and I didn't want him to be gentle and caring when we were fucking either. I had to have all of him inside me. I didn't want him to hold back unless I said so.

As if Victor had read my mind he picked up the speed and I met his thrusts, each drawing a moan from me out of sheer pleasure.

"Rogue ... you dirty little tart ... what are you doin'?" I heard Logan's voice say clearly. He hadn't been sleeping at all. He grabbed my chin bringing it towards him.

"Isn't it obvious ..." Victor said, sounding slightly amused, while he kept pounding into me.

"Does he know how to fuck you properly darlin'?" Logan continued and reached down between me and Victor, "And does he know how to get you off?" With that he found my most sensitive spot and I had to bite down at my lip at the sudden painfully pleasurable feeling his touch brought.

"Oh god ... yes ... just don't ..." I heard myself say with a strangled voice. I tried to focus on Logan's face, then Victor's, but it wasn't working, not in the state I was in.

"Don't what?" Logan teased. "Don't stop Logan? Or don't stop Victor?"

Victor chuckled at nipped at my neck, he and Logan could obviously get along when they felt like it. I could tell they both got a major thrill out making me writhe. I was just about to tell Logan to shut up when he locked his mouth to mine, parting my lips with his tongue, demanding entrance. The kiss was deep and brutal but not violent; it sent more waves of pleasure through my body, making me want to jerk my arms free and pull at his hair, but Victor had me trapped. He had no intention of releasing me, instead he offered Logan my right arm to pin down while he still had an iron grip on my left.

Logan broke off the kiss. "You gonna come darlin' or should I slow down? You know I can keep you on the edge for as long as I want ..."

"That would be mean ... but fun," Victor said and flashed me his fangs.

Mean? Yes - especially since he'd already done his fair share to get me all worked up and ready to burst. And now I had Logan to deal with too, and he could be every bit as persistent and naughty as Victor when it came to sex. They were two very dominant, untamed men; both with the kind of sexual energy that would make your head spin. That drive had to be fulfilled every now and then, if not then their alter egos would surely to take over.

Fucking the Wolverine and Sabretooth wasn't the safest way to get laid. I knew that, at least a part of me - somewhere in the back of my mind knew that, but I didn't give a damn! Not when my whole being was literally on fire, in danger of sudden enraptured combustion. Besides, it wasn't as if Logan and I never tried new things in bed. I'd been tied up during sex before...maybe not like this, but still. Sure, it was frustrating as hell not being able to defend myself in any way except glare at the both of them. I had frustrations on so many different levels though; they'd all threaded together to form one very tightly wound coil, in serious danger of snapping and cutting down everything in its path.

Logan licked my cheek while holding me down and he seemed awfully content at teasing my clit just a little too slowly, occasionally shooting Victor an amused glance. They had both my arms locked but not my legs, I thought.

"Little Rogue you want me to go deeper? Is that why you keep pounding my ass with your heels?" Victor almost purred and slid his tongue across my lips. "Mmmm...Harder maybe? Faster?" he suggested with a crooked smile.

"Yes," I tried to say, but it came out sounding more like a moan or a whimper.

"'Yes' what baby? You want me to get you off? You wanna fuck some more? Tell me what it's gonna be, darlin'." Logan murmured against my neck.

"Yes ... please ... please. Logan I ... you ... oh god ..."

He gave me the eyebrow. "I really don't think you should get off just yet, " he said and pulled his hand up only to play with my breasts instead. "See - you've been beggin' for this all along ... asking to share your bed with the two of us." He nipped roughly at the tightened peaks of my breasts, then gently soothed it with is tongue. "Well - you got your wish baby ... and there's no need to rush it. You don't wanna rush what we're gonna make you feel ... trust me."

I shot a Logan defiant look and was about to reply when Victor got up on his knees, still sheathed to the hilt, and pressed me against his massive, hairy chest. He leaned into me, hands on my hips with claws digging into my flesh. I felt Logan brace my arms behind my back before I even had the chance to react. He held my wrists in one of his hands and cupped one of my breasts with the other.

"You know I could fuck you for hours darlin' ... what with this healing ability and all," he breathed against my neck. I could feel an arrogant grin spread across his face as the hard length of his cock bumped against my lower back. I was well aware of what he was talking about. "... and you know Victor's just like me when it comes to healing."

I leaned my head back against Logan's shoulder and caught Victor's eyes while he was fucking me. He arched an eyebrow in response to what Logan had just said about the ... benefits of their mutation.

"You're being cruel torturing her like that Wolverine ..."

"You think so baby? Am I mean to you?" Logan whispered into my ear, letting his hand slide down my belly.

Victor brushed his fingers against my clit. "But you deserve it, don't you little Rogue?"

"Logan ... I can't take it ... please," I whimpered. If they hadn't been holding me upright, I would have completely collapsed by now. I was nearly exhausted, physically, and if he didn't bring me over in the next few minutes I was going to go stark raving mad!

He smoothed my belly. "Please what?"

I turned my head to look at him. "Just ... please ... please."

"Alright you get one wish darlin'. What'll it be? To get off?" He murmured against my lips and let his hand journey down across my body again.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Okay ... but only 'cause I'm feelin' generous, and 'cause I know you'll get all worked up again ... later."

Logan slid his hand further down, and I almost sobbed out of relief the moment he began to rub my clit again, this time not just to tease me. I was already so close. I knew Victor had probably been on the edge for awhile, but like Logan, he seemed to possess a self control beyond comprehension whenever he was in the mood. He'd been waiting for this; to come while I climaxed with him still inside me. Now, as I peaked, he thrust faster and harder into me until I was sure I'd be able to taste him at the back of my tongue. The orgasm tore at my flesh and tried to break my bones, leaving my body and mind seared, boneless, and trembling out of exhaustion and alleviation. Logan released his grip on me and I slumped forward against Victor, panting and speechless, totally drained of physical strength. He soothed my thighs with his hands while Logan caressed my back and hair.

It took me several minutes to recover mentally, to be able to actually say something that made sense. I was still straddling Victor, and he seemed to be content at the moment. If he was anything like Logan, he'd be hard again in a few minutes; and if there was one thing I loved about that healing ability, it was the sensation of that very thing happening while the man in question was still buried deep inside me.

"Did you like that darlin'?" Logan murmured and pulled me towards him.

"You know I did sugar," I said and gave him a lazy smile.

Logan's eyes were gorgeously dark and the withheld lust I saw in them made me entangle my hands in his unruly hair; the need to quench that thirst and touch him was almost overpowering. It had been like that for years; he owned my body and mind and I couldn't get enough of him and the fact that I knew he felt the same. The kiss was deep and intense; he virtually ate at my lips. Tasted me. Marked me with his scent; grinding his cock against my lower back, and nibbled my neck and lips.

"Had enough?" he whispered into my ear.

I knew it wasn't a question, he didn't ask permission, it was basically just a statement to let me know he was far from done with me. He wanted me to say no, part of the game, but I was beyond that and all I could manage was another quiet moan in response. From the corner of my vision I caught Victor study us intently, he just waited for Logan to take charge even though I got the feeling he didn't like that one bit.

"Alright then darlin'," Logan continued between kisses as he slid one hand down behind my back.

He groaned into my mouth as he discovered the inside of my thighs were slick with moisture, not just from my own arousal but his and now Victor's, and that there was no need for me to get off Victor's lap. Logan ran his hand alongside my thighs, lubricating himself, his fingers and a place on my body that didn't normally lubricate itself. It wasn't the first time we did something like this, but it was the first time with someone else involved and not just anybody. I felt Victor's claws dig into my hips, his face nuzzling my breasts and that tongue of his brush my nipples, the moment Logan carefully slipped two fingers inside me. He was still kissing me thoroughly and swallowed my moans as I let him prepare me for what I'd been dying to experience ever since that day we'd shared a motel bed with Victor. I wanted them inside me, and I wanted all of them - no restrictions, no holding back. Just the both of them fucking me.

I broke the kiss, Logan's lower lip leaving my mouth with a sucking noise, as I ran one hand across Victor's chest and neck to entangle it in that long blonde hair. Gazing up at me through his lashes while rolling one of my nipples between his teeth I knew he'd no intention of holding back and never had in the first place. Not at this point. I curled my fingers into his hair to pull him up to face level. There was a spark of eagerness in those eyes, controlled lust just waiting to break free and wrap itself around my being - he didn't have to say it out loud. I felt it and it felt very much like using my mutation on him; staring into Victor's black eyes, a shade darker than the darkest of nights, like a maelstrom - deadly and seductive - he wanted me so badly it was almost as if I'd rolled him, hypnotized him with my power, only that it had nothing to do with draining him and everything to do with mutual and primal attraction. When I'd spotted Logan for the first time in that cage back in Laughlin City, half naked, sweaty and predatory, I'd felt that same attraction, the same bodily and inevitable call that I experienced with Victor. They were two very physical men with an inborn sexual, raw power that seemed to come natural for the both of them. Maybe it had something to do with their personas, that animal and untamed side. The Wolverine and Sabretooth.

Victor ran his tongue across my lower lip as if to ask me to let him inside my mouth, and I let him kiss me. He didn't do kisses like Logan did, it wasn't something meant to be intimate and loving, it was all about hunger and desire and the need to taste and mark me with his feline scent, to make sure I knew and recognized that the next time. Still I couldn't help but lock my mouth to his and kiss him the way I wanted to, letting my tongue slither around his, slowly at first and when he didn't tell me to stop the kiss deepened until it felt like I was beginning to choke on him. Logan nipped at my neck, and licked his way up to my earlobe, leaving a burning wet trace on my skin. He was still using his fingers on me, two or three I wasn't sure and I didn't care as long as he did everything right, the way we always did when he wasn't fucking me the usual way. Victor knotted a hand in my hair and broke the kiss but remained close enough so that our lips were still occasionally touching with each slow thrust he made.

"I want you to look at me," he breathed more than said and I knew what he meant. It was enough to make me moan, and my reaction made Logan bite down hard into my shoulder, not because he was angry, jealous perhaps but he wasn't the only one feeling like that.

"What do you want darlin'? Tell me what you want," Logan murmured against my neck.

My words were meant mostly for him but I was staring into Victor's eyes as I spoke. "I want you inside me. I want the two of you to fuck me." Logan nuzzled my hair and I heard myself inhale as he withdrew his fingers from me.

He grabbed his cock and entered me slowly and I cried out, into Victor's mouth at the sudden sensation of having two men take charge of my body like they were. It was pain and pleasure and ecstasy, the kind that would bow my spine. A shiver ran through Victor's body at my reaction, that he literally got to taste the sudden peak in my arousal and watch the whole thing in my eyes while buried inside me. While he was fucking me and with one hand smoothing my breasts, pinching my nipples, almost scratching my skin, and the other one tightly knotted in my hair. Logan slid one arm around my waist and let his hand journey its way down my belly to my clit while he and Victor established a rythm.

There were hands everywhere touching, groping, teasing me. The smell of sex and lust rippled along my skin, made my breathing quicken, my skin slick with sweat and overly sensitive to every single touch. Logan's mouth and teeth biting, bruising, licking my neck, his hips pounding against my bare ass, and my thighs against Victor's - the sound of flesh thumping against flesh - as they rode my body. In the sexual haze I was in I just let them do what they wanted, I still had one hand in Victor's hair and the other in Logan's to support myself although there wasn't any need to since I was more or less trapped between them.

"Don't forget what you promised me little Rogue," Victor whispered against my lips and slipped his tongue inside my mouth, groaning with each thrust he made. I couldn't help but look down and watch his cock sliding in and out of me, gleaming wet and hard. So hard I knew he must be holding back in some way. I stared at it in fascination, and at Logan's fingers as he kept rubbing my clit with enough intensity to make me come. Eventually. But I knew what Victor was talking about, I knew what he wanted besides the sex. It was the only thing I could picture him begging for, even plead for me to do, because he craved it like some kind of drug. It was there in his eyes, a barely visible feverish glow, that need for something more than just physical release, I just couldn't understand why he longed for it so badly that it almost consumed him.

Logan groaned into my ear, and I could feel his body tremble out of withheld desire to increase the speed, afraid that he'd hurt me. I knew he didn't want to have to restrain himself; he wanted to go faster and harder like it was just the two of us fucking. I released my grip on his hair and placed my hand on his ass, telling him without words that I wanted him to lose control. I just didn't realize that I'd in fact said those words out loud while staring into Victor's pitch black eyes.

The next moment the orgasm hit me without warning, it repeatedly tightenend and loosened things low in my body, like I was being electrocuted, so fast I'd have fallen if I hadn't been caught between the two men. I heard myself cry out, scream out of pleasure as Logan brought me over while losing all inhibitions, his self control fading and turning into deep thrusts that would've hurt but I was so far beyond worrying about physical pain I let him fuck me like I knew he wanted to. Like it was the last time.

Victor tightened his grip on my hair and pushed Logan's hand aside, replacing his own at the apex of my thighs. My body still spasmed and clenched around him and Logan. The second I felt his fingers, those sharp claws brush my sensitive parts, I knew there'd be more. I knew just by looking into his eyes that he too had the power to bring me over several times in a row, and I wasn't sure if it was my gift or his. Either way I reached for his mouth, wanting to kiss him while I did what he wanted. Logan had an almost painfully hard grip on my thighs as he kept pounding in and out of me, his heated breath and groans against my ear told me how close he was to his climax.

Victor broke the kiss. "You promised me. Please. Do it," he breathed into my mouth, his voice barely detectable and still it came out strained. Forced. Feverish, just like that dark glow in the depths of his eyes.

I waited until I felt that warm heavy sensation begin to build underneath his fingers and I knew he'd make me come again within seconds. It all happened in a rush, a tidal wave of passion threatening to drown us all. Victor pressed his mouth to mine and kissed me in a way that I knew I'd bruise; his tongue exploring my mouth as deep as he managed and I tasted blood. Sweet and disturbingly sensual - it made me groan and wriggle and the next thing I knew I felt Logan's teeth sink into my shoulder. I could literally hear the sound of my skin being pierced.

"Do. It. Please." Victor's low pitched, growly voice then our mouths found each other again and I did what he was begging for.

I raked my nails down his shoulders and his arms over and over as hard as I could. I drew blood, I knew it, I felt it - wet and thick underneath my fingerstips. He shuddered in my embrace; that he longed for pain this much was more than I'd ever realized. He came. Hard and panting, sobbing almost and I followed him, screaming into his mouth and somewhere at the back of my mind I registered Logan emptying himself inside me, while biting and growling against my neck.

Then it happened, I slipped and my shields were down. Only for a second or two, but it was enough to almost make my heart stop. Their beasts and memories - dark and dangerous - spilled into me, crashed over me, rushed through every vein, every cell of my body. My vision blurred and I couldn't breathe, I gasped for air and tried not to drown in the raging flood of images I received from Logan and Victor. So much anger and pain. Wrath. Deceit and destruction. Hate and torment. All mingled with lust and desire, sex and violence and deeper still - longing, yearning, a hunger for love and acceptance so raw I choked on the feeling it raised in me. It hurt more than anything I'd ever experienced. Hurt to the point where I collapsed on the bed and the darkness consumed me.

When I finally woke up it took me a while to gather my thoughts. Memories of the night before washed over me as soon as I realized it hadn't just been a really wet dream. I was still in bed, tucked between Logan and Victor. This was bad, bad news. Trying to move seemed more or less futile; there were arms and legs and hands everywhere and two warm, naked and unmistakably male bodies pressed against me. I thought about untangling myself, then quickly changed my mind because the movement made me groan. Not out of pleasure - it felt like I had lost my virginity all over again. A hundred times over again. In a way I had, at least when it came to the number of men involved at the same time. My cheeks burned at the thought; but it had felt so good, too good, and a part of me wasn't sure how to deal with not reliving that almost otherwordly and extremely intense sexual feeling again.

Then I felt embarrassment add to my blush; I'd had two me fuck me at the same time, riding me, biting and licking - most certainly marking me because I knew their second nature, their drive to mark their mates. The problem was, there'd been only one mate. Me. Logan. I wasn't worried about him, he knew I'd always be his. It was Victor that made me anxious. He was unpredictable and emotionally unstable. I was afraid he'd lose it if I was to tell him this was a one night only thing. Which really...it wasn't. I would do it again without question. I still wanted him to touch me in every way that he had last night. I wanted both of them to touch me again. I had no regrets, and I seriously doubted Victor did either. Logan seemed to be okay with the whole thing and that made it easier, but at the same time - more difficult.

Someone lay curled up against my back, nuzzling my hair - Victor I suspected - and Logan on the other side cradling me, his lips against my brow. But it wasn't Logan, and I couldn't help myself either. Couldn't help but brush my lips against Victor's. I felt a slight pressure, an almost feathery movement, as he kissed me back. One of his hands slid along my body and ended up entangled in my sleep tousled hair. Was he awake? He had to be, but seemed so unaware of what he was doing. His tongue was inside my mouth, and I tasted him, kissed him the way I wanted to. It was strangely intimate, more so than all the things we'd done up until now, and I wasn't complaining.

The gouges on Victor's arms were almost gone and suddenly I was glad I didn't have his or Logan's ability to heal. I wanted the physical memories, wanted to feel them with every movement I made. I had more than my fair share of their memories and thoughts - some I knew were Logan's, and some Victor's, but there'd been images without a sender. So much pain and torment, just thinking about it made me feel like I was suffocating. My hands gently traced his firm, muscled back and chest. I slid my arms around his neck, still feeding that hunger I sensed coming from him; a hunger for closeness and touch that had little to do with sex.

Victor's eyes flew open; that drowning black gaze of his lashed out at me and I felt the grip in my hair and the arm around my shoulders tighten until I couldn't move. The anger flared from his eyes as I met his stare.

"I'm sorry ... I just ..." My voice came out barely more than a whisper against his lips, but I wasn't sure of what I was apologizing for.

"I don't want your apology," came his answer, just as quiet - a heated breath of air that held a lot of rage. He withdrew himself from me, pushed my hands away and refused to look at me.

"Victor ..."

He glared at me. "What the hell do you want? I thought I told you not to get any fuckin' ideas ... just ... " The words trailed off but left him panting.

"You kissed me back just now and -"

He roughly grabbed my chin. "A mistake, and you can't have it both ways," he hissed. With that he got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

I turned to check on Logan who seemed to be sound asleep. I scrambled out of bed and followed Victor. He whirled on me and seized both my upper arms and pressed me up against the cold hard tiles of the wall.

"Both ways?" I asked.

"You can't and I told you I don't fuckin' do charity," he growled and shook me. His mouth twisted into a sneer at my reaction.

"You regret what we did? I never promised you anything."

Victor leaned into me, that sneer fading as it was replaced by something closer to arrogance. He squeezed my arms and let those sharp claws dig into my flesh.

"I don't ever have regrets woman, and I don't repent and I never ever give the kind of promises you're thinking about either."

I leaned forward to close that gap between us and rubbed my cheek against his face.

"But you want to," I murmured. My heart rate went up, because without a doubt - I was on thin ice. I was toying with the tiger's tale and I knew it.

He turned his head so that our lips brushed each other.

"Don't push me little Rogue," he whispered with a coarse voice that was far from the taunting, arrogant tone.

I knew I was indeed pushing, but I had to know. Any kind of knowledge about what he wanted but refused to admit, was power. And I wanted that kind of power over a man like Victor Creed. The very thought of it was like an aphrodisiac. He was naked and so was I and the evidence of his reaction to me being there, my body so close to his, was pressed against me. And even though I was sore I still wanted him inside me one more time.

"Are you calling me a liar?" I mumbled, my face brushing against him again.

Victor's chest heaved with every breath he took. Those huge hands of his travelled down my arms and up again, his fingers enlacing themselves in my hair. He bent my head backwards so I was forced to meet his gaze.

"I've been on my best behavior so let me make it damn clear ... you don't want to get to know me and you don't want me inside that pretty head of yours and -"

"Too late for that ... You've been crowding my mind ever since my mutation touched you. I already know who you are." That was partially true, touching him and Logan at the same time had somehow messed up the images I'd recieved. Some I knew without doubt were Victor's, others Logan's and then there were those that could've belonged to either of them. I knew enough about Victor not to let my guard down even though I was fairly sure he wasn't going to hurt me.

His mouth brushed my earlobe as he spoke. "Then you should know I could snap your neck, just like that ... like a dry twig."

"But you won't," I said and fought not to try and jerk free.

Victor's hands slid down my back.

"Not this time no ..."

Our eyes locked and I let my hands trace his chest. He shuddered each time my fingertips grazed his nipples.

" ... because you can't ... because you want what you cannot have," I whispered and the challenge was there for him to take.

Victor's eyes darkened, mostly out of fury, but not entirely. There was more to his conflicted persona than just anger and rage. His cell phone rang and broke the silence and the tension and he was suddenly back to being smug and arrogant. I was left standing there in the bathroom wondering wether I should've kept that last thought to myself; whether it had been wise to dare a man like Victor. Daring Logan over the years had had its benefits but not everytime, and Victor Creed was at least ten times more unpredictable.

He was getting dressed when I closed the bathroom door behind me. I slid on my robe and sat on the bed beside Logan, needing his closeness and the strength it brought me.

"I have to go," Victor grunted as he walked out of the bathroom and flung on his deep hooded coat. "Tell him you'd better leave as soon as you can."

I jumped up and grabbed his arm. "Leave?"

"Yes leave or be burnt alive or whatever the hell they'll do if they find you here. Leave, get the hell out of here! You understand me woman?" he almost yelled into my face.

"But-"

He grabbed hold of my shoulders.

"There's no 'buts', just leave while you can. I'm sure we haven't seen the last of each other little Rogue," he snarled but gave me a sly grin. Then he was out the door. Gone without a trace.

Somehow I knew he'd been telling the truth, he was like Logan - a survivor and almost impossible to kill.

A loner, definitely, but even a man like that sought company every once in a while. Something was up, and to be on the safe side I took Victor's advice and shook Logan to tell him what he'd said.

"I heard him, darlin'," Logan muttered, awake to hear Victor leave. He sat up and brushed my hair away from my face. "For some reason he's lookin' out for us - but I'm not sure if that's such a good thing," he said thoughtfully.

We left the cabin about ten minutes later and were on our way back to Xavier's. Back to reality but with the distant sound of Victor's laughter at the back of my mind. I think we both knew he'd show up again. Some day.