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I don’t care what fucking happens, Mystique thought. I’m getting lucky tonight.

And she shifted, the heavy body lying across her warm and comforting in the cell. Unfortunately still more clothed than she would like- But she could soon remedy that. Wolverine’s breath was rising and falling in gentle rhythm, her presence (or at least the illusion of Rogue’s presence) apparently enough to calm him into a quiet sleep. Well, that and the shit-load of anaesthetic they’d pumped into his bloodstream through the cuffs. Mystique traced her fingers across his chest, his abs, his arms: She was looking forward to this. After all, the prospect of getting Wolverine on his back was the only reason she’d stuck with this fucking gig this long. Truth was, she’d been fascinated by him from that first moment she saw him on Liberty Island: The sheer…ferocity of the man, the power and potential for destruction had taken her breath away. And the fact that the boy hadn’t exactly been tapped with the ugly stick certainly fucking helped. Mystique’s lips drew back in a feral grin at the thought: She’d wanted him for what felt like a lifetime, and now she could finally have him-

And afterwards she’d take great pleasure in showing him her true skin. In showing him just who he’d screwed screaming that parasite’s name.

He shifted in his sleep then. Arms tightening around her, like she really was that snivelling child she was pretending to be. Whispering that she wasn’t to worry, that he’d keep her safe. She rolled her eyes, disgusted: Was this what the little fucking parasite needed to be told every night? Did the girl they’d christened Mean-Streak after the Hulk-buster debacle require this much reassurance? For Chrissakes! She was tempted to let lose a pair of claws into him on general principles but she knew she couldn’t-After all, the purpose of this exercise was to drive him off the deep end, she’d have to work him up to the mental break-down. And besides, she hadn’t gotten any yet which meant she didn’t wanna ugly him up-

Since there was plenty of time for that later on.

She heard Vic enter the room then. Raven’s eyesight was impeccable, even in darkness: she could clearly see the huge blond standing, head cocked to the side and staring at her. He didn’t make any noise; even with the disruption of his healing factor and the amount of drugs in his system, they still couldn’t take a chance on Logan waking up and seeing them being friendly. The sonofabitch was smirking at her, and anyone with an ounce of sense could’ve told him that that was fucking unhealthy. He made a cooing face, mouthing Aaawww at her where she lay wrapped around Wolverine and she held one of her hands up, elegantly flipping her middle finger skywards.

He mimed putting his hand over his heart as if she’d broken it.

Despite herself she snorted with laughter. And then flipped him the other finger too.

Logan began to shift then, which was Victor’s cue to slip out. Perhaps he sensed the presence of another male, perhaps the drugs were wearing off but he was clearly coming out of it. She checked her appearance, made certain that she had Mean-Streak’s face right and let her eyes widen. Pasted a sickeningly innocent expression like the parasite would wear across her features. “Marie?” he muttered, his voice more focussed than it’d been in days, “You there, darlin’?”

She had to get the voice right. “Yeah, shuggs,” she murmured, “Ah am.” And she reached down, stroking his hair. Enjoying the feeling of his hand sliding up her cheek- Not that she’d ever admit it. He sat up, his long legs tangled in hers and Raven decided she liked where this was going.

A lot.

“Can you hear that?” he asked blearily.“My ears have been outta whack since they took me in but I swear I can hear something-” and he tried to shift out of her grasp, to stand. Rave tightened her legs about him- For fuck’s sake, this isn’t the sort of struggling I had in mind- and pouted.

“Ah can’t hear anything darlin’,” she murmured, letting her hand roam down his arm. Snaking across his back towards his ass. Nice. “But Ah was so scared in the dark- Ah thought Victor would come back and he’d- he’d-” She shook her head, as if the mere thought of screwing Sabre-tooth were too hideous to mention. Though she supposed it would mean she’d walk funny for days. “He said if Ah didn’t behave he’d take it out on your hide, shuggah.” And she buried her face in his chest, trying to keep her voice prissy and innocent since he seemed to like that shit so much. Praying the scent of her arousal over-rode the scent of her deceit. “He said he’d make you pay for what Ah did-”

“Don’t you think like that.” Wolverine took her chin between thumb and forefinger then, tilting her head upwards. His gaze so open and honest she thought she might puke. “He won’t ever touch you Marie,” he said tightly. “I promise. You don’t gotta worry about him.” And he twined his big blunt fingers around her wrist. Touching his forehead gently to hers, then his lips. It was so chaste it was almost cute. Raven reached upwards, kissing him more hungrily- call it my performance-related bonus but he’s putting out tonight- her hands sliding across his skin. But he was still distracted and she didn’t know whether to be infuriated or insulted-

“You sure you can’t you hear that?” he said again, frowning. “It sounds electronic, and I swear it’s getting nearer…”

And with that the metal asshole from Forge’s compound smashed through the wall at her side for the second time in 24 hours. Making with the grand entrance once again-

And ruining Raven’s chances of scoring tonight.

Oh, for Chrissakes people! she inwardly snarled, Don’t you know that I have needs?

Instantly Logan was in front of her, not touching her and not fucking her and unfortunately still completely dressed. Doing the growly, I’m Your Daddy thing which wasn’t what she wanted at all. The metal thing stood up, moving towards them and he started snarling, not liking an interloper on his turf. Mystique agreed: That metal bastard was such a pain in her ass that she’d have to eliminate him-

Unless of course Wolverine did it for her first.

It took less than a second for her to fake the injury: After all, she was covered in false cuts from when Vic had hauled her in, and her blood had been treated to smell like Marie’s. She manipulated her skin so that it looked like a large sliver of debris from the wall had pierced her torso, let her face grow pale and her breath begin to fade. Let her heart slow almost to a stop. A sweating brow, a wan, tremulous smile and she was finished: One dying parasite to go. She dropped backwards, Wolverine catching her, and did her bestest impression of Mean-Streak-

Because after all, she knew what that bitch looked like when she was at death’s door.

“Marie..?” Wolverine muttered, his hands going to the back of her head. Lowering her tenderly floor-ward. She felt a flare of disgust at how scared he sounded with her hurt. “Marie- Christ-” He looked around, calling for help. Calling to Victor that he’d do anything he wanted if he’d save his girl. The metal man tried to walk towards him, holding his hands out placatingly- And without a moment’s hesitation Logan slashed his still-free hand through the suit’s armour and into the man beneath.

Who yelped. Loudly.

Fucking pansy, Raven thought.

The metal dude backed up then. Swore. Moved the fuck away from the furious Wolverine and tried to get the feral calm. He was muttering in what he fondly imagined was a soothing voice that he’d come to get Logan, to free him- But the feral was beyond listening. He was swinging the metal chain which had once held him to the wall around, lashing his opponent with its length and keeping him back. Raven shot the newcomer a cheeky grin from her position behind him, letting him know that she was fine but when Wolverine looked back at her- She looked pale as the grave. Breathing one last, “Logan… Shuggah…” for good measure and then going fucking still.

“I’m toast,” the metal man muttered.

I agree, Raven thought.

Logan pulled himself free from his last cuff and popped both his claws then. Did that famous yelling-in-pain thing, which was enough to make even Victor pee his pants. If she hadn’t been playing dead Raven would have winced at the noise of it, but she was so she couldn’t. Instead she watched the fight through pretend-closed eyes-

And decided that even if she didn’t get lucky tonight she was gonna enjoy this show.

“Did you hear that?” Jubie muttered.

Stopping, wondering whether they were ever gonna find Wolvie since he wasn’t where Tony’s scans had said he was.

“Sure I did,” Kitty answered. Still in between the firecracker and Marie in case she had to phase the two. She could hear Logan’s battle-cry echoing through the base, and despite herself she felt a twinge of worry go through her: She’d nearly lost Marie back there, before she phased her through the wall. She didn’t want to lose Logan too. “So we gonna do something about it? Cos it sounds like sensei’s not in his happy place-”

“He’s not,” Marie muttered. “But we got this.” And with that all three rounded the corner to see the hole Tony had disappeared through-

Which was when the “monster,” smashed into Jubes.