Marie woke once again to a command ringing inside her mind.
Wake up and stand up.
She groaned and rubbed her eyes, feeling like she'd only just fallen asleep. After the events of the past three days, she was more than exhausted. After one sleepless night caused by a misunderstanding between her and Logan, then another night filled with nothing but Logan, then almost dying in a plane crash and being brought back by Logan's healing ability, then tranquilized and brought to this lab where they had done something to her that made her obey commands inside her mind. Marie sighed loudly. She badly needed deep, healing sleep, but apparently this would not be the night she got it.
Her legs swung over the edge of the cot and she stood up not moving further. Not having any windows made it impossible for her to tell what time it was, nor how much time had passed between now and when Stryker had left her. In the dim light of her cell, she saw a tray of food that had been placed just inside the door and desperately wanted to run over and devour whatever it was. After all her body had been through, she desperately needed fuel to replenish some of her strength. She didn't care if it was boiled Brussels sprouts and a pile of wet cat food on that tray. She was starving and would eat anything. She felt her stomach rumble and groaned at the pangs in her empty belly.
You may move to eat. When you're finished eating, stand up, do not move, and do not speak.
At the words, "you may move to eat," Marie dashed over to the tray. To her relief she found a bowl of chicken noodle soup and two pieces of bread. Kneeling next to the tray she tore a chunk off the bread and dipped into the broth then shoved it into her mouth, not minding the burning temperature of the soup one bit as she tasted the savory broth. Chewing quickly, she sighed in relief at the feeling of something landing in her stomach and she repeated the process of tearing the bread and dunking it into the broth several more times before she started spooning soup into her mouth. She took several gulps from the water cup that sat behind the soup and continued eating, feeling a mild sense of relief as the food filled her stomach.
She was finished with the meal all too soon, and once she processed this thought in her brain, her legs immediately brought her to a standing position. She closed her eyes in frustration. It would have been nice to have a moment to let her meal settle. As she realized the assholes running this place had something else in store for her now that she was finished eating, the bread in her stomach suddenly turned to a ball of lumpy dough at the thought.
The sound of the click lock disengaging from the door drew her focus, and she waited for who or what would come through it.
But after a moment, no one appeared and Marie frowned. This made her even more nervous. Then -
Step through the doorway, turn left, and proceed down the hallway.
Intrigued now, she obeyed the command and pushed the now unlocked door to leave her cell. There was nobody there to greet her or escort her down the hallway of the lab and she felt a sense of apprehension at being able to leave her cell after what she had experienced thus far. Marie exited her cell slowly and turned left as instructed. As she walked down the hall, she passed other cells and noticed some of the doors had slits in them, presumably to deliver food or other items to the prisoners inside. She noticed that as she made her way down the hall several different pairs of eyes stared back at her. Not every cell had someone staring out at her, but she felt a sense of horror at so many looking back at her. She tried to count the pairs of eyes to figure out how many mutants were being held here. It would come in handy once they were able to escape.
She felt an odd, uneasy sense of familiarity as a pair of fully black eyes stared at her from the fourth cell down after she exited her room. There was something disturbingly familiar about the eyes and she shivered involuntarily as she heard the sounds of a low growl escape the mouth of the occupant of the cell. She continued forward down the long dim hallway, unable to disobey the command she'd been given.
Finally, she reached the end of the hall and stopped as there was nowhere else to go other than through the cell in front of her. But her body was unable to proceed with any further movement. At least, not until she received any additional instructions.
Marie tried to brush off the feeling of being watched, but was unable to do so. The back of her neck tingled, like the remnants of some prehistoric instinct warning her of danger.
Enter the room in front of you and shut the door behind you. Then you will not move.
Marie heard the click of a lock disengaging and she passed the threshold of the room, pushing lightly on the door as she entered the cell. Her breathing was ragged. Her nerves were shot. She didn't know what to expect and couldn't think of how she would be able to defend herself against this newest threat given that she couldn't control her own body.
Taking a quick look around, she found this cell was even more sparse than hers, if that was possible. Where she had a cot over a wiry metal frame and a toilet in the corner, this cell offered none of those luxuries. There was only a single fluorescent light bulb high up in the ceiling and drain in the center of the room.
Marie allowed her eyes to move upwards from the drain at the center of the cell. Here. Oh, fuck. He was here with her. The anxiety flooding her body lifted a little and she let out a sort of muffled sound since she wasn't able to speak. Marie turned and squeezed her eyes shut as she closed the door of the cell. She heard the locks reengage and she turned back to face the center of the room. Though her heart lifted at the sight of Logan, she didn't want him to be here with her. Not while she wasn't in complete control of herself, not while she didn't know why she was in here with him.
He was completely naked, standing in the center of the room. She saw that he was chained, the links disappearing into the cement floor beneath him. She could do nothing but stare at him. She looked at Logan and he stared back at her. There was something alarming about his gaze. It took her several seconds to realize what it was, but she finally figured it out. He was completely feral. A prickling of unease worked its way up her spine. There was no Logan in the eyes she looked in to. Instead, it was the Wolverine who was in complete control. Marie shivered as she met his gaze. He growled and she couldn't help but respond, feeling warmth flood her insides, though she wasn't able to move towards him.
You may move and speak freely.
Marie let out a sigh of relief. They weren't going to make her do anything against her will at the moment.
She move towards Wolverine slowly and stopped as he emitted a ferocious growl. She'd never dealt with the Wolverine exclusively. There had always been an element of Logan in control, even when they'd been fucking or fighting.
"Logan? Can you hear me?"
She spoke cautiously, tentatively. Not wanting to aggravate him, she continued to walk towards him, slowly placing one foot in front of the other.
Wolverine growled, smelling the touch of others on his mate. She had been hurt, the dark purple bruises at her shoulder indicated someone had touched her hard enough to leave a mark. He was the only one who was supposed to mark her. He inhaled and found she reeked of fear. He didn't like that scent. He longed to make her smell of sex and him, and the two of them together.
He realized she might be too scared to realize that he wouldn't hurt her. With a degree of difficulty, he ceased his growling and tried to soften his gaze. She seemed to respond somewhat as the scent of fear had diminished slightly when he took another sniff. He let out a huff of satisfaction as his mate moved closer to him, her hand outstretched. He could do nothing more than allow her to touch him. His bonds would not allow him to move more than a few inches.
Marie eyed the chains and manacles that held Wolverine. They must be adamantium too or he would have cut through them easily. His breathing had slowed, but it was still deep, his chest rising and falling with every breath. He kept sniffing her. She thought maybe he didn't like something about the way she smelled. But there wasn't anything she could do about that now. It wasn't like she was able to pop into the shower for a leisurely scrub.
As she neared him, she continued to hold out one hand and moved it towards his face. He made no further noises of discontent and she rubbed her hand along the side of his jaw, enjoying the raspy feeling his beard against her palm. He seemed to enjoy it too and let out a low rumbling sound as he closed his eyes briefly.
"God, Logan. What have they done to you?"
He didn't respond. He just kept making growling sounds deep in his chest as she continued to run her hands over him, checking for injury. She thought maybe they'd done something to prevent him from healing, much like they'd been able to prevent her from using her powers. She found no signs of damage, though, so maybe they hadn't done the same thing to him as they had to her. She moved in close and wrapped her hands around his torso, enveloping herself in him. He couldn't hold her, but she took comfort from inhaling the warm scent of him, and being close to him.
She couldn't help but notice he was erect. She felt him, hard and pressed against her stomach as she moved her hands along the planes of his back. She didn't know if it was her presence, or the fact that she'd been lightly touching him, trying to make sure he wasn't hurt. But there was no denying he was aroused. Marie tried not to pay any heed to her own feelings of arousal that were quickly spreading through her body. This was not the time to indulge in some hot and fast sex. This was the time to figure out what she was doing in here with him. Figure out why she was being allowed to see him.
She jumped at a sudden clicking noise that came from the manacles around Wolverine's wrists and it was swiftly followed by the clanging of chains as they fell to the cement floor. The manacles must have had a remote locking mechanism on them, much like the locks on the cell doors. She looked up at Wolverine intent on getting him to help her try and break out of the cell. But she didn't get to ask him anything. The Wolverine was looking at her like she was a five course meal, and he was a man who'd been without food for days.
Wolverine felt his bonds release and he moved swiftly. He crushed his mate close to him and lifted her head to taste her lips. She'd eaten recently, and he felt some relief at that. But it wasn't enough to assuage his feelings of rage at others touching her, hurting her. He needed to comfort her, mark her. As much as for her as for himself. And she needed him to do those things, even if she didn't realize it yet.
He bent to kiss her again and growled in satisfaction she responded back, her mouth opening and accepting the stroke of his tongue against hers. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and bit it. He knew she liked that. At her moan, he moved his hand to cup her breast and thumb her nipple into a hard peak beneath the cloth that covered her. He scraped his jaw along her throat several times as he continued to massage her breasts, enjoying both the sensation of his beard against her smooth skin, and knowing he was leaving her covered in his scent.
Marie let her head fall back at the slight sting of Wolverine against her throat. She shouldn't be giving in to his touch. She shouldn't be enjoying the warm feeling of arousal that was pulsing through her with every stroke of his hands. Shouldn't be wanting to forget about everything, just for the feel of him moving deep inside her. They needed to take advantage of the fact that he was not chained and try to escape. But she found she was unable to fight the desperate urgency that was taking over her mind and body. She needed to feel safe. Needed to feel warm and protected, if only for a few minutes. Right now Wolverine was in charge and running on his instincts. Maybe she should trust his intuition.
Wolverine felt the instant his mate fully submitted herself to him and he growled in satisfaction. He bit her hard at the junction where her neck and shoulder met and held her there. He inhaled deeply. The scent of her arousal thickened and he moved one hand toward the joining of her thighs where he roughly pushed down the fabric covering her legs. She was wet, her entrance slick with wanting. He moved his mouth away from her neck and licked the spot where he'd bitten her. It was red and he knew she would wear the mark for days. She was breathing hard as she looked at him, and he felt a sense of pride at the passion in her eyes. He had chosen well. She was strong and capable, and they would defeat their enemies together. He stroked one finger through her wet folds and found the sensitive spot at her crest where he rubbed tight circles around it. His chest rumbled with his pleasure at the sounds that were coming out of her mouth. He moved his other hand up the flat planes of her stomach beneath the thin material that covered her and she raised her arms as he slid the fabric up and over her head. Her breasts bounced as they were released and he bent to bite one nipple, grinning at the sharp intake of breath from his mate at the sensation of his teeth.
He released her and lay out the clothes on the cold cement floor and brought his mate towards him as he kneeled down. He needed her. He was hard and throbbing, his control slipping, and he could restrain himself no longer.
Marie could feel nothing other than the lust that was coursing through her. She felt like a mindless animal as she kneeled in front of Wolverine, hands splayed against the fabric of her sweatpants that covered the cold floor. Her breathing was ragged and she ached inside. She needed to feel his hard length plunging in and out of her, making her forget where they were. She felt exposed, her sex throbbing in anticipation. Then, a feeling of pressure as the head of his cock eased inside her. The incredible slickness of her allowed him to sink deep into her and she moaned as the emptiness within her eased. He didn't hesitate but immediately began thrusting in and out of her. The sounds of flesh smacking and her moans and his growls filled the cell. He increased his speed and grabbed her hips to control the angle at which he pounded into her. Marie felt fire spreading through as he moved faster and faster within her. She squeezed her inner muscles, enjoying the feeling of friction building as he continued to piston in and out of her. He let out a harsh growl when she tightened around him and he moved faster in response. Moving one hand away from her hips, he reached between her legs and flicked his finger against the sensitive spot at the junction of her legs. She threw her head back at the pleasure/pain and he rewarded her for this display of submission by flicking the spot again.
Marie roared as her orgasm slammed into her. She bucked her hips wildly against Wolverine with the force of her pleasure. He didn't slow his strokes, but continued the same punishing rhythm as he grabbed her and pulled her up against him. She was unable to stop the pulsing pounding wet hardness of him from driving her over the edge again, and this time, he roared with her. She felt the length of him tighten inside her and then pulse wildly as he came. He moved slowly within her several more times as her walls continued to milk every drop of him from his shaft. Finally, he withdrew and Marie collapsed against him where he turned her to face him, curled one hand on her breast and bent forward to nuzzle her neck.
Wolverine inhaled deeply and was pleased at the scents that met him. She no longer smelled of fear. She now smelled like him, and her, and sex. He liked that smell much better. He crushed her to him again and he lay back on the ground, laying her flat on top of him so she was protected from the cold of the cement. His arms were wrapped tightly around her. He would protect her. They would not take her from him.
Marie must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew, a command was roaring through her brain and her eyes flew open. Wolverine growled beneath her, obviously disturbed by her movements.
DRAIN HIM. NOW.
"No, no, no! I can't!"
But even as her mouth formed the words, her hand moved to his chest. A searing pain went through her brain as she tried to resist the force of the command. Her hand shook but she couldn't fight it. Her hand rested on his chest and she felt the draw of his energy, his power, his memories tingle at her fingertips. She braced herself for the flood of emotions and cried out as everything rushed in. But unlike other times, she wasn't overwhelmed by the thoughts pouring into her. As soon as she felt the flow of energy begin, it was like they had been muted. And as everything rushed through her, the thoughts were quickly silenced.
Wolverine jerked as the sounds of his mate in distress roused him from his sleep. He didn't understand what was happening. There was no scent of another person or threat in the room, and yet she suddenly reeked of fear again. Her hand was on his chest, which he liked, but then he felt it. A pull that drew his strength from him. He rumbled in confusion as darkness encroached on the corners of his vision. What was she doing to him?
Wolverine's head slumped, suddenly relaxed, and Marie sobbed as she continued to take his energy. Finally, another command sounded in her brain and she obeyed it immediately and the flow of power ceased. Her hand jerked away from his chest and she knelt forward, trying to hear his heart beat. After several moments she heard a slow rhythm begin and she let out a hitching sigh. He was still alive. She closed her eyes in relief.
Place the manacles back around his wrists.
Marie's brain was spinning with what had happened. She wasn't overwhelmed by the persona of Wolverine. And as she tried again to find him within her mind, there was nothing but a dull pain as she probed at the corners of her brain where he should be. How could that be? She had just absorbed enough of his life force to nearly kill him.
Unable to resist the command, she reached over to where the chains lay and slowly placed one manacle around Wolverine's wrist. The click of the lock immediately reengaged and Marie saw a tiny green light where the edges of the metal cuff met. As she reached for the second one, an idea suddenly came to her. And it would help her to figure out just a little bit of what they'd done to her. She grabbed the other manacle and before they could order her otherwise, she brought the rough edges hard against her forearm and dragged it downwards in a searing cut before she placed the second cuff around Wolverine's other wrist.
STOP!
The command bellowed inside her mind, but it was too late. The metal had been much sharper than she anticipated and she goggled at the amount of blood that came pouring out of her forearm. She could see a tiny layer of yellow fat at the edges of the gash, the smooth pink lines of muscle. And, oh. Wow. Was that bone? It didn't matter. If she had absorbed any of Wolverine's healing factor, she would be healed up in no time. If not? Well, she didn't really know. She hadn't thought this all the way through.
She waited, the pain in her arm throbbing along with her heartbeat. She held her arm close, looking for any sign of healing, but nothing happened. She closed her eyes, suddenly dizzy and she was distantly surprised at how much blood was running down her arm onto her bare chest.
Suddenly, she felt as though a floodlight had turned on in a darkened room in her mind and she gritted her teeth as an barrage of thoughts crashed down on her. It wasn't only Wolverine. It was Bobby's and Magneto's memories and emotions too. All at once. It was too much and she held her hands to her head trying to slow the rush of everything went through her. Distantly, she noticed the cut on her arm began to knit itself back together, the flow of blood slowed, then stopped. Just as suddenly as it had turned on, the flow of thoughts ceased and all was quiet in her mind. Marie was breathing hard, exhausted, but pleased with herself.
The voices in her mind weren't gone. They were being controlled, like she was being controlled. She didn't know exactly how, but she would figure it out. She told Stryker she was smart.
Get up and exit the cell, closing the door behind you. Then walk down the hallway and enter your cell, closing the door behind you.
She didn't want to leave him. But she had no choice. Her legs carried her out of the cell and as she turned to close the door, she took one more look at Logan. His chest was rising and falling evenly. She saw her blood was pooled in the center of the cell near him, soaking into the sweatpants and tank top she'd left on the ground. They hadn't given her an order to get dressed, so she was leaving the cell naked. She closed the door gently and moved down the hallway, trying not to meet the eyes of any of those who peered out at her.
When she passed the cell with the black eyes, she shuddered again as she heard a loud sniffing noise then a louder rumbling growl escape the cell. She could feel its eyes on her, boring into the back of her neck. She was very aware of the blood dripping down her front and of the stickiness between her thighs as she passed the cell with the black eyes. The growling sounds continued as she walked down the hall and entered her cell. After closing the door behind her, she noted the food tray had been removed from her cell and a bowl of hot water and several clean cloths had been placed on her cot. To her relief, she also saw a pair of clean gray sweatpants and a tank top at the bottom of the pile of cloths.
As she cleaned the blood from her body and the wetness from between her legs, she started turning over everything that had happened. She was no closer to finding out exactly what they had done to her, other than knowing they could potentially reverse it. But how did that work? What exactly allowed them to keep her under such control? What was preventing her from accessing her own mind?
She frowned. And why had they allowed her into Wolverine's cell? What purpose had that served? Though she was grateful to have seen him and glad of the momentary comfort she had been given, she was suspicious of their motivations for allowing her to do so. Was it part of the clinical trials Stryker had spoken of? Somehow she didn't think so. She was so confused.
Marie wrung out the cloth and moved the dirty bowl of water off the bed. She looked over herself, making sure she'd gotten as much blood off as she could. The gash in her arm was completely healed, and she no longer felt the imprint of Stryker's fingers on her shoulder. She had healed, fully.
She was so tired. Maybe if she could get some sleep, she would be able to make more sense of the day's events. She sat back on the cot and collapsed into sleep as the order to do so blared through her mind. She didn't mind following this one, though.
And she slept.
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Warning: Darkness. Smutty, smutty darkness.
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