That blue bitch had been tracking him for days. She'd been a shadow in a couple of watering holes, even showed up for a fight. He only knew her because she was letting herself be known. Damn woman was crazy, but clever. The handful of times he'd shown attention, yellow eyes flashed at him, letting him know who was looking back. She was following him alright; for what reason, he had no idea. He was sure as hell going to find out though.
When Logan stopped into a dive bar just outside of Alberta, she finally approached him. This time she appeared as a tall, leggy blonde with big blue eyes and an even bigger rack, garnering the attention of everyone with a dick and a few without.
"Buy a lady a drink?" her query a husky purr.
"Usually - but I don't see a fuckin' lady, so..."
Mystique made a clicking noise with her tongue. "Temper, temper Wolverine. I'm trying to play nice. C'mon, one drink and maybe I'll leave you alone."
Knowing the shapeshifter's word wasn't worth shit, Logan bought the drink anyway. At the very least he could dig some information out of her and find out what the hell she wanted. If nothing else, a conversation with Mystique was never boring.
Logan took a swig of his beer and stared straight ahead. "So - let's dispense with the bullshit shall we? Move on to the part where you tell me what you want."
Rolling the straight up scotch between her jeweled hands, Mystique swiveled on her stool and crossed two long, stocking clad legs. "That's what I like about you Logan; you get straight to the point." She leaned forward provocatively. "I bet you're a man who likes to get right down to business."
He cocked an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"Fine. Have it your way. I just thought we could inject some pleasure into this business." Mystique sat back. "I want an audience with Xavier."
Logan nearly choked on his beer. "Xavier. You wanna meet with Xavier? Sure. Sure, lemme call him right up. I'm sure he'd love to see you. Why don't I take you and all your cronies right on over to the mansion - since we all trust the Brotherhood so much."
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you Wolverine," she snapped. Regaining a bit of her composure, she continued, "I'm very serious and Xavier will want to see me. I have no loyalty to the Brotherhood or Magneto anymore and I have information that could be most important to your...cause."
He let out a deep laugh that came out cold. "Exactly. You have no loyalty to anyone anymore - except Mystique. So why should I trust you? Why bother? Why even give you the benefit of the doubt?"
Mystique leaned forward once more and ran a hand up his jean covered thigh. "Nothing risked, nothing gained right? And I'm sure I could show you what's in it for you," she purred. "Come on Wolverine, let me convince you."
Logan reached down to he hand creeping up his thigh, interlocked with her fingers, and plopped it back into her own lap.
"Save it baby. You ain't my type."
This time, Mystique's laugh was cold. "Oh that's right - the Wolverine doesn't dig blondes." She slid from her stool in one smooth movement. Dragging her hand across his shoulders, she moved to his other side. "If I remember correctly...it's red head - no, wait - make that, sable haired beauties that raise you to half-mast. Isn't that right...baby?"
He skewered her with a glare, but she just sashayed by the bar patrons and pool tables, into the ladies' room.
"Ah fuck," Logan grumbled into his beer. He knew he should leave right then. This was going no place good, but knowing her, she'd only haunt him until she got to Xavier. He stayed glued to his stool.
"Bar keep!" he shouted. "Gonna need something stronger. Whiskey. Bring the whole bottle."
He'd downed more than half of it by the time she returned.
When Mystique emerged from the bathroom and took the stool next to him, there were brown eyes watching him and Rogue's smaller frame clad in the stockings and short black dress. He knew she'd pull this stunt. Logan took in the sight, then narrowed his eyes venomously.
"Nice try - but all you're managing to do now is piss me off."
She flipped the long sable and platinum locks over her shoulder and pressed her chest into his forearm. "Hmmm. I don't know Logan," a sweet southern cadence answered him, "I bet I could do a little more than *piss* you off. If I recall correctly from that tent - little ole me could be pretty damn successful at getting you off."
Again she rubbed along his thigh, this time noting that her hand was allowed to remain. "Why won't you let me, Logan?" she pouted. "Please?" She pressed her luck further, "You know I want you...you and that huge cock...I'll let you do whatever you want."
He cut his eyes at her. "To use against me later? No thanks."
Dark hair rippled as Mystique shook her head in denial, her take on Rogue perfected to a natural art form. "I wouldn't! How could I? Your word against mine." She looked pointedly at the bulge in his jeans so near her hand and her voice dropped to a whisper. "Oh sugar, come on. I won't tell. Consider it payback...we'll be even for the favor you're doing me."
Logan laughed again, shaking his head. "Obviously I can't deny the temptation Mystique, but I'm gonna have to decline."
"Oh Logan, you paragon of restraint!" she poured on the drawl. "Tell you what...you think on it. You know I'll be back tomorrow and the day after and the day after, 'til you give me what I want. Everything I want. See how lonely you are tonight and I'll check back with you tomorrow...because, after all...tomorrow is another day."
She purposefully brushed her hand against the ridge in his jeans, then sauntered out of the bar. Logan stared down the whiskey bottle like he wanted to kick its ass and tried to regain some control. Paying the bartender, he grabbed his jacket to leave but a wiry hand stopped him. The scrawny old man looked like he regulared the bar every day of his life.
"Not that it's any of my business son, but with two fine women I couldn't help but notice. I'd go with the second one. I could tell, she's way more into you."
****
Like clock work, Logan heard a knock on his door the next night. He was trying to enjoy the bottles of whiskey in peace and avoid Mystique's "charms". The proposal had been too good an offer, so it was best to avoid her all together now. He should have known that would never work. Cracking the door, he eyed Mystique. Once again appearing as Rogue in leather pants and a tight sweater, she leaned one arm against the door frame with a double edged smile.
"You know why I'm here?"
"I gotta admit, you're nothing if not persistent," he said.
"You gonna invite me in or do I stand here in the cold all night."
Logan blocked her entrance with one arm. "You come in and we're gonna have ground rules, got it?" He couldn't believe he was even considering her offer; but now that she was sure of his weakness, he didn't think he could take weeks more of it dangling right in front of him.
She nodded in response, the smile widening.
"Rule number one - I make the rules. I call the shots, you play along...and no back talk. Matter of fact Mystique...rule number two - don't talk - at all, unless I tell you to. Rule three, no kissing, no cuddling, no sweet talk, none of it...and when we're done, you're leaving. I'll get you your audience with Chuck, it's as good as done. But if you ever, ever, breathe a word of this to anyone - I'll gut you from sternum to spleen. We good?"
A little wrinkle creased her brow for a moment as she seemed to consider her options, then an eyebrow went up in a perfect imitation. "Well damn - don't buy me roses and wine or nothin'," she smirked.
When his arm didn't move, she acquiesced. "Okay, fine. You're in charge, now let me in."
He followed her into the room, locking the door behind him.
"Oh and another rule," he added, "I'm callin' you Rogue. We do this - we do it right."
"Whatever you say boss."
"Exactly," he agreed and swaggered over to the bed. Spurred on by the alcohol, the adrenaline, the lust, and even the dislike for the person behind the mask, the belligerent beast came out to play. "Alright then. The clothes. Get rid of them. All of them," he ordered.
At first she flinched, then smiled. "So that's it? No warm up...no foreplay...no nothin'?"
Logan was in her face in a split second. "What was rule two?" he growled. "Now shut it or get out." He turned on his heels and sat back on the bed, his blank face successfully hiding his rioting nerves. Mystique had known, since before Alkali Lake, about his well hidden desire. She'd tried tempting him before with this image, but now he was just far enough gone in his mind, just far enough removed from everything he knew to give in to temptation. Logan stared up at her now. This was as close as he'd ever get to the real thing because he knew too well the part of him that would never be acceptable. What he'd thought about doing with her, the fantasies that he'd sometimes entertain - they'd never see the light of reality. But Mystique, clever bitch that she was, she could handle it. Still, a part of him knew he was being sneaky, knew it was wrong on some level even with two consenting adults. Knowledge of that misdeed only fed the beast's hunger.
He crossed his arms impatiently, really impatient for his unwrapped prize. "So what's it gonna be? My rules or nothin'. We gonna be here all night for the unveiling or what?"
She glared at him but started taking off her boots and socks, understanding this was all part of his little game.
Logan watched her begin to unzip and tug at the leather pants.
"Slower," he barked at her.
Starting over, she slowly peeled off the leather and pulled the sweater up over her head, more and more inches of pure cream skin being revealed. Unspoiled, untouched skin, he thought. He couldn't wait to make it his own, mark her for himself. In the back of his mind he knew that firstly, it wasn't really Rogue, but if this little fantasy was going to be worth it, he'd have to let that go as much as possible. Secondly, real Rogue was with real Bobby and probably not so untouched anymore, but Logan didn't give a shit. That ice kid would never imagine touching her in the ways he would.
Rogue stood before him now, clad in only sheer bits of white lace and pink ribbon to cover her curves. The combination of fresh innocence and provocative lace couldn't have been more perfect if he'd picked it out himself. He cleared his throat, enjoying the pressure in his groin. This was not going to be rushed.
"I said all of your clothes, darlin'. Bra first."
She reached behind her to unsnap the hooks, but hesitated as if rethinking her next move. Instead, she first slid the thin straps from each shoulder letting them hang loosely, revealing more cleavage while her eyes glittered coyly. Then she took it off, letting the delicate lace fall at her feet. Boldly she stood in front of him, but a hint of flush was traveling up her neck. Logan fought the urge to take the two perfect breasts in his hands to tease and lick and squeeze. Their pink tips were hardening the longer he stared. God he wanted to flick his tongue out and trace the outer circle, nibble at the ends.
"Turn around," he instructed.
Turning, she stood directly in front of the dresser mirror.
The view from the back was just as promising he thought. Rogue had curves and a tight ass that he'd never seen so bare. The scrap of lace barely covered anything from his view, but it still had to go.
"The panties, get rid of them."
Rogue's eyes met his in the mirror and she could see he meant what he'd said about 'his rules'. Pulling at the sides, the lace slid gently over sculpted curves and muscle. She tossed it lightly from one foot and stood back up.
A low growl rumbled in Logan's chest. "No...bend back over. At the waist."
She paused, but complied, reaching for her ankles, exposing the wet folds of her sex to his gaze. Her breathing increased then caught in her throat when he approached. She felt his hand brush across the lips of her opening.
The rumbling was even more apparent now. "Mmmm, Rogue, you already wet for me?"
"Uh huh," the sweet confession met his ears.
His fingers moved deftly over her, just barely sliding in and back out, spreading her moisture. He could feel her tighten around his fingers. "You are shameless...but you'll have to wait. Now stand up."
She raised up and Logan grabbed her with one hand around her waist and one locked under her chin, pressing her back against him. Together they stared into the mirror. His hands traveled over her abdomen, up to fondle each breast until she wiggled with pleasure.
"Stop moving," he told her. "My rules remember? Now be still and be quiet."
One hand still griped her chin while the other traveled down between the curls to find her opening again. Logan saw Rogue bite at her lip to keep from making any noise. Finding her opening and the spot that could make her writhe with pleasure, he teased it for just awhile. Long enough to feel her knees give, then he pushed her forward where her hands landed on the dresser. Her eyes met his in the mirror again.
"Don't worry darlin', we ain't moving that fast." He appraised her from behind once more. "I just like the view so much, that's all." He moved back to the bed, watching her from the distance. She made to stand up again, but was stopped short.
"Did I tell you to move? Because I don't think I did," he said gruffly. Logan watched as Rogue obediently bent at the waist again and put her elbows on the dresser.
"Come here Rogue," he finally told her. She turned and walked to him, standing almost between his legs. He grabbed her waist, pulling her down to straddle his lap.
With both her legs spread, her thighs clinging to his, her breasts almost at eye level, Logan allowed himself to relish in the sight. The opposition of her completely vulnerable nakedness to his fully clothed body only heightened his sense of control and made him painfully stiff in his jeans. That was going to have to be remedied soon. First he wanted one of those creamy breasts in his hands. He took it and rubbed his thumb across the hardened nipple. A tiny gasp escaped her lips.
"God you want it so bad. I bet you can taste...can't you?" he taunted her, looking into her face. Finally his tongue shot out to test the texture of one nipple, then the other. He could feel the restraint she was practicing, wanting to rock against him. Instead her hips barely undulated as he nipped against her breasts. Logan slid his hands around, cupping her ass and pulled her forward, tight against his erection.
"Don't worry, I'm going to give it to you. Just be patient." Now she was moving against him a little more fully and he could feel her damp heat against him. "Damn," he moaned. "I can feel you right through my jeans." His hand wandered further down her ass, running two fingers from her ridiculously wet opening, lightly through the crevice of her bottom. Logan felt her go stiff in his lap and ran his hands back up her back.
"You are an awful girl," he teased and pulled her head back with a fistful of hair. The movement wasn't rough enough to cause real pain, but it thrust her chest up higher for his enjoyment. He licked his way from her breasts to her collar bone, pressing her forward with a hand on her back.
Reaching a favorite spot, high on her shoulder, he suckled and nipped before he bit down harder. He heard Rogue's gasp in shock and pleasure and smiled triumphantly. Logan had wanted his mark on her, almost from the moment he met her. Now, in some way, it was there. He laved at the bruised area tenderly, then looked back into her face.
The beast's appetite was fully grown now and it needed to be fed. He ran a thumb across her lower lip, prodding her mouth open and slipping the digit inside.
"There's something else I've wanted since the moment I saw you," he coaxed, still rubbing her back. She nodded again, licking at his thumb and caressing his forearm.
"I wanna see that perfect pout of yours wrapped around my cock, darlin'. Think you could manage that for me?"
She nodded again, her eyes spellbound, and pulled his thumb from her mouth with a pop.
"Good answer."
Logan enjoyed every second of watching Rogue slide off his lap and between his legs. She unzipped his jeans, helping him pull them down his long legs to rest at his ankles. He watched in curiosity as she ran her small hands up his inner thigh and eye him unabashedly. Her hand tentatively touched the long length of his shaft. His abdominal muscles contracted sharply when she ran a finger over the head, pondering the bit of moisture there. Quickly, her flicked out to taste him and he thought he might die right then at the contact and the visual. Rogue's other hand pressed against his stomach, urging him to relax as she cupped him gently. That same pink tongue then glided up the full length of him and over the top before she took him into her perfect mouth.
"Oh...God," he tried to muffle the moan, not wanting to show her any more weakness, but knowing he was the one being controlled for the moment.
Big brown eyes locked onto his as she moved him in and out of her mouth, stopping only to lick and tease the tip. A deep moan filled her throat, vibrating along the length of Logan's cock and up into his chest. Unable to maintain a disconnected facade, he ran his hands down through her hair, spreading the tendrils against him and then cupping her head, urging her faster...deeper...harder. She willingly obeyed his silent command, sucking harder until he could feel the blood pounding inside him. Logan watched himself disappearing inside her mouth and her little noises of pleasure were going to drive him to a violent explosion. He tore his eyes from her face in attempt to prolong it, only to be met with their reflection in the mirror; her knelt before him with his fingers threaded through her hair, a supreme look of satisfaction on his face. He exploded into her mouth with a loud, moaning growl.
She held him there, swallowing him down until he fell, still mostly hard, from her mouth. "That was okay?"
Logan was still too unarmed to remind her she wasn't supposed to talk. He sat still for a long moment, then told her to step back. He stood, pulling his jeans back up.
"Lay down," he ordered, a little perturbed at having lost so much control. He wasn't going to be the only one left feeling helpless.
Laying back on the down turned bed, she watched as Logan pulled off his shirt, then straddled her thighs, bare chested but with his pants still on. He lumbered over her and ran a finger over the mark he'd left, trailing it down and down across her chest, tweaking each nipple, then down further to her inner thigh. Automatically, her body arched into his touch.
"Put your arms above you head and keep them there."
His hands continued to wander all over the soft flesh, familiarizing, memorizing the look, the feel, every dip and curve, leaving a scorched path over her body. He lightly caressed and roughly squeezed his way over every inch. Brown eyes clamped shut in sexual frustration.
"You want me to touch you there again, Rogue?"
She nodded fervently.
"Here?" he questioned softly, cupping her as she had done him.
"Mmm hmmm."
Delving deeper, his skilled hands found the bud of tension that was her weakness. He stroked it and teased it, enjoying her torment as her hips wanted to buck, but were restrained by his legs. Finally he nudged each of her thighs with his knees, spreading her wide open before him. Her hands dug into the sheets above her head as he brought her closer to that edge. Folding back her opening, exposing her fully, his hot tongue surrounded her, lapping and sucking at her more roughly. Her eyes flew open in immense pleasure and surprise. She tried not to make any noise, but a whimper escaped. She was careening towards the edge now, completely out of control. Then he stopped suddenly.
Leaning up on her elbows she gave him an impatient glare, saying with her eyes what she wasn't allowed to with words. Logan stood up at the foot of the bed, inspecting her.
"You're not getting anxious are you darlin'?" he taunted, even though he was once again painfully stiff. "I want you to touch yourself," he told her, "just don't go anywhere without me."
A hand cautiously traveled over her breasts and stomach. Rogue flinched at her own caress, the sensation of touch already heightened. She finally reached between her legs, exploring her own flesh. Logan drank in the sight on the bed and pulled out a condom without ever looking away. He saw Rogue stop suddenly as he began to pull down down his jeans and kick them off his feet. He stood before her, tall and utterly masculine, long and hard. Climbing back over her, he hooked her legs with his knees and bent down, pushing them back against her.
"Are you a good girl, Rogue?" He asked, his erection sliding low over her abdomen.
"Yes," she murmured, moving to touch him.
He grabbed her hand and gave her a disparaging look. "No. I don't think you are," he said pressing her down further so she was locked beneath him. "In fact, I think you are really bad. You're a tease, Rogue. You want to be a bad little girl, I know. I wish you were bad too. You want me to fix it for you?" he encouraged, touching her once more then kneading into the soft flesh of her thighs.
"Yes."
Logan pulled her forward, instructing her to put the condom on. "Use your mouth too," he told her. With his guidance, she slid it over him, taking him in until he tickled the back of her throat. He laid her back again and kissed his way up her hip bone, to her stomach, stopping to nip and bite, then lick comfortingly again. The tip of his cock nudged greedily against her opening and Rogue's hips flexed upwards, wanting what he offered. Logan rubbed himself against her, provoking her frustration.
"Tell me what you want," he rumbled in her ear.
"You," she whispered.
"And what do you want from me?" he asked, dragging out their torture.
"You. Inside me."
Logan nudged forward, feeling her grip at him snugly. "You want me inside you? You want me to fuck you, Rogue?" he asked, fighting for self control.
"Yes...yes."
"Say it."
"I want you to fuck me Logan...please!" she pleaded.
He thrust into her slowly, stretching her, filling her completely, letting out a vicious moan. She trembled in reply, her body tensing and moving around him. His intention had been to lock her hands down, but suddenly he wanted them on his skin. Rogue's warm hands touched and held him as he slid almost completely out and back in again. He pushed into her over and over as she murmured nonsense and little noises. Her body relaxed a little, matching his rhythm, eyes looking up at him with pleasure. Logan needed to see that euphoric glaze fill her eyes as he pushed her over the edge. He touched her and held her tight with his hands and eyes, driving himself into her.
Huge brown eyes watered and glazed over as she cried out his name, falling over that edge and down, down into the abyss. Logan followed, pounding into her and coming painfully hard as he clutched at her and buried his face and teeth into her shoulder once more.
Unable to let go, he rolled to his side, taking her with him. He pressed his head on top of hers, still deep inside, wanting to savour the moment, regardless of reality. He didn't want to see those dark eyes flash yellow or he thought he might choke her for the cruelty of it. They lay interlocked until his breathing returned to normal and reality finally encroached.
Logan slid from her and sat up. "You can leave now," he choked out.
She was stirring beside him, but he refused to look. He wanted to hold onto the charade for as long as possible. It was supposed to have satisfied the hunger, but it was leaving him incomplete.
"I'll get you your time with Chuck," he said while staring at the floor.
The rustle of clothing was the only noise in the room. Eventually he saw the tip of two boots enter his line of sight, but he didn't look up. A hand ran through the back of his hair, but he didn't have the energy to remind her of rule number three. A soft voice near his ear feathered against his side burns and she placed a light kiss there.
"Careful what you wish, Logan - you just might get it," and with that, she was gone.
*****
Logan sat there for an eternity before getting dressed. A knock at the door interrupted him. He pulled back the curtain and cursed to see Mystique standing there again, still disguised as Rogue. Jerking open the door he released his frustration on her.
"What the hell do you want this time?" he shouted.
She looked at him in feigned shock. "You're some awful tease Wolverine! Leaving a girl waiting like that! I hold out for you all night in some stinking bar and the whole time you're held up here, avoiding me? I thought we understood each other. You're gonna give me a complex."
"What are you babbling about Mystique?" he asked, ignoring the feeling that was coiling in his gut.
"My proposition? You do remember? I mean, I'm here aren't I? Dressed up like you wanted...whatever it takes for some attention, right? Come on...don't make a girl spell it out for you."
Logan felt the coil cinch tighter. He grabbed her, dragging her top down at the collar, revealing one bare, pale, and completely unmarked shoulder.
"I should've known you'd be into man-handling," she laughed.
A thought struck him then and he jerked her top up from the waist, running a finger over the tale tell scar.
"Oooo...now that's more like it sugar," Mystique purred.
He shoved her away from him, his insides rolling. The woman in his bed earlier had no such scar, but he'd been too caught up to notice. Rogue. Logan turned and went back inside his room.
"I'll get you some time with Chuck, don't worry. Now fuck off!" he yelled and slammed the door in her face. Closing his eyes he saw only Rogue's beautiful brown eyes filled with that rapturous glow and her body, trembling in his arms. He should have fucking kissed her after all, he thought. Feeling a little bit lecherous, but a lot of tasty contentment, he grabbed his coat and with a mischievous smile, headed out to find his bad little girl.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
I'm sure versions of this have been done before, but cliches are cliches for a reason...plus it's all in good, clean, PWP fun! One million smutty thank yous to laenwyn for the beta and encouragement. A dirty tart I may be, but it's because of bad influences such as she.