"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."
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Author's Chapter Notes:
mwah to dirty tart Skybluerae for beta duty, creative
input (...and you're not the only one rambling *g*) and for
being my own personal cheer squad - I owe you lots. All
mistakes left belong to me not her.
Everyone else: thanx for the FB =)
input (...and you're not the only one rambling *g*) and for
being my own personal cheer squad - I owe you lots. All
mistakes left belong to me not her.
Everyone else: thanx for the FB =)