Logan stared down at Rogue as she swayed and stumbled, desperately trying to climb to her feet. Flexing his right hand, he brought it up to his face and examined his claws before looking down at Rogue once more.
Rogue continued to try and climb to her feet. With her head spinning and vision blurred, she stumbled and fell once more to the concrete floor.
Logan dropped his hands to his side with a `SNIKT’ he retracted his claws. He let out a growl before closing his hand into a fist and punching Rogue in the side of her head, knocking her out cold.
Logan looked down at the unconscious Rogue and shook his head. “I’m probably gonna regret this,” he muttered before bending over and picking her up. Throwing her over his shoulder, he tossed her into the back of her car before climbing into the driver’s seat and driving away.
*~*~*
Rogue woke a few hours later. She tried to sit up but was unable to move. She lifted her head slightly and looked around; she found her arms were tied to a headboard of a motel room’s bed.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains bathing the room in an early morning glow. She moved her head to the side and saw Logan sitting in a chair in front of a dressing table.
He was looking through the file given to her from the doctors who had hired her to kill him.
Sensing her watching him, Logan turned round to face her.
“Morning darlin,’” he greeted, as though a woman tied to a bed was a normal everyday occurrence for him.
“Where am ah?” Rogue asked pulling on the binds keeping her tied to the bed.
“Ya still in New York, in at a motel just outside the city,” Logan answered, chomping on a cigar.
“Why…why am ah still alive?” Rogue asked, unable to comprehend why Logan hadn’t killed her when he had the chance.
“Why would I kill you?” Logan replied, staring at her intently.
“Is that like a trick question?”
“No.”
“Ah tried to kill ya, more than once. Ah’ve caused all types of trouble for ya and ya team mates,” she told him. Taking a deep breath she added, “Ah’ve got ya in mah head. Ah know who ya are, what ya are. If anyone else had done what ah’ve done, ya would have killed them. Why am ah so different?”
Logan stared at her, going over her words in his head, realizing the truth of her statement. If anyone else would have done the stuff she had, he would have killed them without a second thought.
“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. “From the moment I first saw ya, something been drawing me to ya.”
Rogue snorted. “If ya gonna say ya think ah’m ya mate, ah’m gonna slap ya hands tied or not,” she said, causing Logan to let out a bark of laughter.
“So what’s the plan?” Rogue asked, “Ya gonna keep meh tied to the bed forever?”
Logan smirked at her, “Might, depends.”
“On what?”
“What you tell me. I’ve been going through an interesting file I found in ya bag.”
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to go though people’s belongings without asking,” Rogue cut in.
“If they did I’ve forgotten,” Logan replied. Picking up the file on the dressing table, he threw it on the bed beside Rogue. “A file on me, I’m guessing given to ya by your employers.”
Rogue nodded her head in affirmation, watching Logan as he moved towards the bed.
Logan sat on the edge of the bed, pushing the pieces of paper around that had come out of the file. Picking up the surveillance camera photo of himself he studied it and grunted, “Not by best side,” before throwing it to the floor.
Searching through the scattered papers on the bed, Logan found the piece he was looking for. Picking it up he stared at Rogue. “This I remember,” he told her. Scanning the page he read, “Blew up a facility in Ohio.”
Looking up at him, Rogue said, “Ah’m sorry, is this the part when ah ask why ya blew up the facility in Ohio?” Rolling her eyes Rogue let out an exaggerated sigh and asked, “Why did ya blow up the facility in Ohio?”
Smirking, Logan answered. “I was chasing a lead on my past and it led me there. To the outside world it was just a normal pharmaceutical lab...”
“What was it on the inside?” Rogue asked, cutting in.
“It was a pharmaceutical lab, just not the type that creates drugs for the general use. They created the drugs that are used in the labs what hold mutants, designed to torture.” Logan told her.
Images flashed in Rogue’s mind of Logan being strapped down on a table, cut open, doctors all around him, a syringe being filled with a clear liquid before being injected into Logan.
Rogue shook her head trying to clear the disturbing images out of her head. “Burton,” she whispered.
“What?” Logan barked.
Rogue looked at Logan for a minute before answering. “Burton. He’s a doctor. He’s in mah head, or rather yours.” Closing her eyes she attempted to bring the memory to the front of her mind. “But he’s different. He looks different, older.” Pushing the memory back she looked at Logan and decided to take a chance. “He was one of the men who hired meh to kill ya. It doesn’t make sense. If they design drugs for the labs that experiment on mutants, why hire a mutant to kill another?”
Rogue thought it over in her head. “They were looking for meh, said they had been for a while,” she said out loud. “Set up a test in the bar, they were waiting for meh outside. They had the details and the money on them. Who in their right mind carries fifty thousand dollars on them, especially where the Guild is? They knew ah’d be there. What the fuck are they playing at?”
“You said there were two of them?” Logan reminded.
“Yeah, two doctors, Burton and Sandbrook. Ah went home, stopped in the bar to say hello to the old crowd. There was a guy in there that kept hitting on meh, ah broke his nose then went outside to get some fresh air. They were waiting outside for meh in the alley across the street, told meh they had a job that they needed doing. The guy in the bar was a test. Ah took the job, insulted them, and then threatened to kill em. They gave meh the file on ya and half the money, then they left. You know what happen next.”
“Yeah. Ya fucked me and tried to kill me,” Logan growled, throwing the file to the floor.
Rogue smiled at him. “And you enjoyed every minute of it. Well… until the part where ah switched mah skin on.”
Logan smirked at Rogue. “You’ve certainly got talent, I’ll give ya that.”
Rogue laughed, “Fucking, thieving and killing. The three things ah’m really good at.”
Logan turned and knelt on the bed, detecting the change in Rogue’s scent from anger to arousal. He moved forward and straddled Rogue’s thighs. “I’ll have to take your word on the thieving darlin,” he said as he ran his hand down her body, making her shiver.
Rogue looked up at Logan, her eyes filled with lust. She moaned when Logan ghosted his hand over one of her breasts. She pulled on the binds keeping her tied to the bed, moaning in frustration when they wouldn’t give.
Logan lowered his head and brushed his lips lightly against hers. He growled low in his throat when he felt Rogue try to deepen the kiss. Thrusting his hand into her two toned locks, he yanked her head back and took her in a searing kiss, dominating her mouth in the way he wanted to dominate her body.
Moaning, Rogue wiggled beneath him, desperate for the contact of skin on skin. Logan moved his hands over Rogue’s body with an intensity he never felt before. He cupped her breasts before grabbing her ass and grounding down on her. He ripped open her shirt, sending the buttons flying across the room.
Logan kissed a trail down her face, across her jaw, down her neck, sucking and nipping her unblemished skin. Rogue arched beneath him, moaning at the feeling he was producing in her body. Logan continued his oral onslaught down her body, running his lips over her collarbone, moving further down to her bra covered breasts. He cupped her breasts in his hands, running his thumbs over her nipples. Watching them pebble and harden he lowered his head and closed his lips around one, sucking and nipping it through her bra while he ran his fingers over the other, pinching it and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
Rogue’s head thrashed from side to side, the pleasure of Logan’s hands and mouth pooling low in her belly.
Logan raised his head from her breast and unsnapped the front clasp on her bra before lowering his head once again taking her now bare breast into his mouth.
Rogue whimpered, “Please,” as she squirmed beneath him, desperate for the release her body was demanding.
Logan smirked. He ran his tongue over her raised nipple before moving down her body, kissing the exposed flesh as he went. He dipped his tongue into her belly button before moving lower.
He unsnapped the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper. Hooking his fingers in both her jeans and her panties, he yanked them down and off her body in one swift movement.
Rogue lay tied, naked from the waist down on the motel bed, her chest heaving with passion.
Logan ran his hands up her legs, spreading them apart. He bent his head and kissed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, nipping it gently, causing her to moan out in pleasure.
Reaching the apex of her thigh, he pushed her thighs further apart, laying her bare for him to see. Her sex pink and glistening with her juices, the scent of her arousal making his mouth water.
Logan buried his face between her thighs and took a deep breath. “God,” he groaned, “you smell so fucking good.”
Darting his tongue out, he ran it along her lips, tasting her. Letting out a growl, he buried his face in her pussy. Running his tongue over her clit he sucked it into his mouth before plunging his tongue deep inside her, making her scream out in pleasure. Moving his tongue to her clit again he sucked and nibbled on the bundle of nerves as he thrust two fingers into her sex, pumping them in and out.
Rogue thrashed beneath him, arching up and moaning, “Oh gawd,” repeatedly, as she climbed higher and higher.
Logan felt Rogue tightening around his fingers as her orgasm washed over her. Removing his fingers he undid his own jeans and removed his hard cock. Rolling on a condom, he thrust hard into her quivering heat, not giving her a chance to recover.
He pounded into her harder and harder. He moved one of his hands down to her hips and raised her up, hitting her deeper than before.
Rogue screamed at the new position. She rose herself up, meeting him thrust for thrust, begging him to go harder.
Logan lifted himself up; unsheathing his claws he cut through the binds holding Rogue. Withdrawing from her body, he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up, turning her over, instructing her to get on her hands and knees.
Once she was on all fours, Logan thrust into her again, fucking her hard and fast.
Rogue rocked back, meeting him thrust for thrust. The headboard banged against the wall as the two fucked violently on the bed.
The ball of tension coiled tighter in Rogue as her second orgasm snuck up on her. She screamed out as it hit, lights explode behind her closed eyes.
The feeling of Rogue tightening around him sent Logan over the edge. Gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises, Logan came inside her quivering body with a string of expletives.
The two collapsed on to the bed, panting. Rolling onto her back Rogue looked at Logan and laughed.
“What?” he grunted.
“It’s just,” she giggled, “ya fully dressed and wearing a condom.”
“Ya tried to kill me last time we did this. I wasn’t taking any chances,” he replied as he got his breathing under control.
Rogue giggled, “Ah promise ah won’t do that again,” as she rose up and straddled Logan. Grounding down on him, feeling him getting hard again, “A healing factor really is a wonderful thing,” she drawled.
Logan brought his hands up to her hips, holding her to him. He groaned as Rogue lowered herself down on his renewed errection.
Rising up and down Rogue clenched her internal muscles around him making him groan. She ran her thumb over his lips and smiled.
Looking into his eyes she asked, “Can ah kill ya?”
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanks to CaffineYankee for the beta.