Wolverine entered the bar and was assaulted with a new alluring scent. He scanned the crowd, looking for it’s source.
~Bingo.~
Rogue sat perched on a bar stool, cross-legged; hiding what was underneath her black mini-skirt and just above the endlessly long “come fuck me” boots she wore.
Eyes raked up her body, then down… and back up again.
Like good sex.
It sent a chill down Rogue’s spine that spread outward; giving Wolverine a chance to admire the red tank that stretched impossibly thin across her chest.
~No bra. Nice.~
She was seven sins… all deadly… all worth the eternal consequence.
Rogue took stock in her target as well, noticing his big… belt buckle.
~ Ya sure believe in the power of advertisement, don’t ya sugah? ~
Wolverine stood impressively well muscled; features twisting themselves into a smirk as he thrived off the attention.
Tight jeans, tight T-shirt, beat-up leather jacket, untamed hair and an unlit cigar hanging from his mouth; he swaggered up to the bar.
“Buy ya’ a drink, darlin‘?”
Rogue flashed a seductive and all-too-practiced smile.
“Hmmm, don’t know… Ah might spill some on mahself.”
Wolverine hissed in a breath as her hand, starting off innocently enough, made it’s way to the rapidly hardening length in denim confines.
Keeping his composure, he grinned wolfishly.
“No problem, I’ll lick it off.”
Before long, Rogue was sandwiched between the wooden bar and Wolverine’s hard body. He nodded to the owner for a beer and within seconds an ice cold Molson’s was placed before him.
Taking a long pull of the amber liquid, he offered her a sip; deliberately letting the bottle slip down her chin.
“Oops.”
Rogue felt the fluid rush between her breasts; setting off a chain reaction of sorts to where moisture pooled at the apex of her thighs.
Wolverine growled deeply before roughly pulling her hair back and ravaging the path from throat to cleavage in which the beverage had travelled.
He ran a hand down her body; skimming her waist before reaching under the mini-skirt to find no other barrier.
The bar patrons were about to get a free show, when someone cleared their throat.
“Uh… Wolverine, ya’ fighting tonight?”
Without so much as a thought, the question was dismissed, “Fuck off.”
The MC was about to walk away when he heard Rogue whisper something into Wolverine’s ear.
“Ah’d love to see ya’ fight sugah’.” She cooed, “Something bout’ a good *hard*… fight, gets meh all excited.”
With that promise, his tune was quickly changed, “Of course I’m fighting, wouldn’t want to disappoint you darlin’.”
Gripping her ass, he nuzzled into her neck, “Ya got a name? I’d like to know what to shout later.”
“Rogue.” Came the reply along with a hard bite to Wolverine’s jaw line.
He clenched his teeth in pleasure-pain, “What kind of a name is Rogue?”
“One you’ll be begging before the nights out.” She promised, looking over his shoulder.
The MC was in the midst of his introduction when Wolverine felt a hand slip inside of his jeans and Rogue got one of her answers.
~ Commando. ~
She wrapped her hand around his smooth hot shaft; pumping up and down a few times, before cruelly pulling her hand away.
Wolverine’s eyes shot open at the cease in movement, only to be met with a wry smile.
“Ya’ *up*, sugah’.”
Adjusting himself, he grabbed Rogue close, crushing her lips with his; a silent pledge of retribution.
Letting her go, Wolverine shed his jacket and T-shirt before entering the cage.
Rogue sat back to enjoy the show, and what a show it was; Wolverine was vicious, defeating challenger after challenger. She studied his style, strengths and weaknesses; realizing quickly where her advantage lay. He had height, weight and endurance, but she was more agile and cunning.
Watching Wolverine finish his fifth match, Rogue uncrossed her legs; knowing that he had the best view in the house.
Picking up his clothes in haste, Wolverine all but dragged Rogue out the door.
“Playtime is over.” He growled; slamming her up against the bar alley’s brick wall.
Wrapping his hand in her silky hair, Wolverine yanked Rogue’s head back; feasting on her neck. He suckled and nipped at the smooth flesh, pulling her flush against his body.
Slipping the thin straps of her top off of her shoulder and exposing her breasts, he weighed them in his hands and groaned at the feel of them; bending his head and flicking both nipples with his tongue.
Rogue cried out at the pleasure shooting through her and anchored his head to her breast with a well-placed hand. She reached down with the other and deftly undid his jeans, reaching in once more.
To her surprise, Wolverine ignored the action and followed through with his own plan; continuing his downward track.
Lifting up her skirt, he caught Rogue’s eyes, before lowering his mouth over her clit. Spurred on by the cries of pleasure, he sucked harder at the bundle of nerves, then dipped his tongue deep within her.
Grounding against Wolverine’s face in ecstasy, Rogue felt the pressure coil inside of her. She buried her hands in his hair, pushing him hard into her as he nipped at her clit; simultaneously working two fingers deep within her. She clenched around them almost painfully and a rush of liquid filled Wolverine’s mouth. Removing his fingers, he licked, kissed and sucked his way back up Rogue’s body; lingering slightly on her breasts before capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss.
When the fog of her orgasm was gone, Rogue pushed Wolverine’s jeans down to his ankles and hoisted herself up to wrap her legs around his waist; grinding down on him. He ran his fingers along her jaw and up to her lips; pushing the digit into her mouth. Rogue sucked on it; tasting her own come and licking his fingers clean.
He thrust into her tight wet willing body; burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. Groaning at the sensation, he pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in with urgency.
“Fuck, baby.” He moaned
“Harder! Harder!” Rogue screamed.
In answer, Wolverine began to fuck her viciously; pounded into her again and again.
Rogue grabbed his hair by the points forcefully, “Look into my eyes when you’re fucking me!”
Baring his teeth, Wolverine complied… until she smiled wickedly and flipped the switch to her skin *on*.
He started to falter, the cuts from the night’s fights opening up on his face and bruises appeared where there were none; turning from red to black in seconds.
He tried to pull away, but Rogue was unrelenting and held her legs tighter around his waist. Feeling the darkness claim him, Wolverine stumbled and fell to his knees.
Rogue slammed down the shutters in her mind; locking the newest occupant in a cage.
Smoothing down her skirt and pulling her top back up, Rogue removed a knife from her left boot. She stared down at Wolverine, bare-chested with jeans around his ankles and was surprised to see his cock still hard.
~ What a shame… ya’ never got ta’ come. ~
Taking the knife firmly in her hand, she plunged it deep into his neck; straight through the windpipe. Leaving it imbedded in his throat, Rogue leaned back against the wall and pulled a cigarette from her other boot. Lighting it and inhaling deeply, she watched as Logan bled out; showing no sign of healing. Kneeling down, Rogue blew smoke into Wolverine‘s face; suddenly getting an idea.
“Never can take too many precautions.” She laughed, pressing the lighter to the jagged wound.
The sound of a screeching car caught Rogue’s attention in time for her to doge the red laser beam aimed her way. Siding with discretion against valour, she retreated further into the alley as a man and woman in leather came bolting toward her. Climbing up a fire escape, Rogue made her way to the roof of the bar, and peered down below to listen in on what was being said. Thanks to Wolverine’s senses, she could hear it all.
“How is he Jean?”
“He’s lost a lot of blood, and his healing factor doesn’t seem to be working.”
“Scott help me remove the knife.”
“Is that wise, if he’s not healing?”
“Normally no, but if we don’t he’ll defiantly die.”
Rogue cursed under her breath, “Fuck! He’s still alive.”
“We’ve got to get him back to the mansion.”
Rogue watched as The X-Men placed Wolverine in a van and drove off.
She made her way back to her motel room to plan her next move; unwilling to give up on a hundred grand just yet.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanks go again to plainlayz for the beta. The ratings gone up not sure it warranted but better safe than sorry. The title of the chapter comes from a Def Leppard song.