Fic: Mortal Fear (5/10) - NC-17 - Logan/Rogue
- Ok, folks time for a big midterm payoff
Title: Mortal Fear
Series: 5/10 (end of 4: "Logan?" Rogue asked hesitantly. "What are
you doing?" His topaz eyes flashed wickedly as he took his gloves
off. "Conducting a little experiment.")
Feedback: yes please
Warnings: language, sex...maybe a bit violent in later installments.
Archive: by all means e-mail me if you would like to post on your site
Disclaimer: Naturally, I do not own the Marvel characters - the story
and characters and their histories are a blending of Movie-verse and
Comic-verse lore mixed in with a big old heapin' helping of my own
imagination (Karne-iverse) that totally brutalizes existing histories
wherever I felt it made my story.
Summary: Logan and Rogue meet; end up on the run from the Friends of
Humanity. Interesting twist to Rogue's mutation.
Wary suspicion sleeted through Rogue. "Conducting an experiment?!
Um Logan I don't think I like the sound of that."
"Relax, sweetheart," he assured her with the Devil's own grin. His
mischievous smile deepened when he added, "Just lie back and think of
She rolled her eyes and snorted inelegantly. "I'm from Mississippi,
Logan touched her his bare hand swept across her cheek. Abrupt
panic razored through Rogue's body, but the instant it began, his
fingers were gone from her skin.
"See?" he indicated. "As soon as I smelled fear, I pulled back. And
you didn't get so much as a drop off me."
Rogue was at a complete loss for words; he was absolutely right. But
the fact still remained that the mere thought of physical human
contact caused anxiety to smash through her like an earthquake. The
reaction was downright Pavlovian, and she couldn't exactly just shut
Logan slid predatorily across the seat towards Rogue, and she shrank
back against the passenger's side door. He unbuckled her seatbelt
and leaned forward to let it retract, his other hand pressing against
the window, effectively caging her in. "Logan?" she
whispered. "Whatever you're thinking, it's probably not a good
idea." She could feel fear growing within her.
"I'm thinking I want to touch you."
Rogue shook her head. "No! Don't! You can smell it I'm already
getting all spooked out. It's not going to work."
A crooked smile slashed across Logan's lips. "Who said I want you
calm? I want you to take a big draw off me. Maybe as big a hit as
you took off that Cody guy."
Anger flashed through her like lightning. "Why in God's name would
you want that?"
"So you can find my lost memories for me," he answered very matter-of-
"No!" she protested. "Are you stupid? Absolutely not!"
Logan's face contorted in fury. "What the fuck, Marie? You can get
back my past!"
"I can't!" she sputtered. "Accidentally bumping into strangers is
bad enough but you! Y-y-you're like pure China White! And you want
me to to deliberately "
Logan leaned over her. Rogue trailed off as he moved in dangerously
close and began sniffing her neck. His warm breath feathered across
her pulse. She was torn between pressing back hard against the door
and indulging in the sexual caress of air offered by Logan's mouth.
A whine escaped her throat. "Shit, Marie, you smell so good. Clean
and tangy like citrus," he identified.
Logan inhaled deeply, sliding along the shell of Rogue's ear,
approaching achingly near contact. His lips were so close to her
skin, the space between them crackled in unmet expectancy, and that
mere sliver of distance was making her frenzied with want. Warm,
humid air brushed the sensitive flesh of her earlobe. Her nipples
coiled painfully tight; a tremor of electricity quivered along her
thighs. "Logan. I-I don't think this is such a good idea," Rogue
repeated softly as she felt herself become wet.
He pulled back and breathed in, a deliberately long, savoring
inhalation. Logan had gotten the scent of her damp excitement. His
lips twisted into a cocky smile and his gold eyes gleamed at her. "I
think it's a very good idea."
Then he pressed forward and kissed her. The insistent pressure of
his lips pried hers apart; his tongue plunged into her mouth and
greedily explored the wet depths within. Alarm exploded deep inside
Rogue and she stiffened in fright right before she felt a sudden
influx of concentrated power. A quick blast of electric energy and
aggression and strength and naked vitality swirled into a heady
concoction that injected directly into her bloodstream. The jolt of
impact was just as tremendous as she remembered it; a groan rolled in
her throat amid the drowning euphoria. She fisted the front of
Logan's jacket and pulled him to her, sucking hungrily at his wet
mouth, never wanting to release it.
Then recognition of what was happening slammed home, and Rogue pushed
Logan back with a small shriek of horror. The exhilarating freefall
crashed to an abrupt halt. Her hand flew to her mouth in dread.
After only a few tense moments, Logan shook off his confusion and
looked at her. He hadn't been lying he was a *very* quick healer.
Despite his enervation, Rogue could still see raw desire roiling in
his tawny eyes. She could smell it rushing off his skin. And the
energy she'd pulled from him was beating through her circulatory
system with every mad thump of her heart like some kind of wild
amphetamine. Forget China White, the man was like liquid crack. She
felt incredibly aroused, totally base, and completely fearless.
Tension coiled inside her like a compressed spring. Without thought,
Rogue bounded out of her seat and crawled on top of Logan, her knees
straddling his lap. Her mouth came down on his with crushing force,
her tongue thrust between his strong lips, her hips rolled into his
lower body. There was no sudden power surge having had just that
one pull off Logan, she was as free from fear as he was. Nothing was
happening! It was as if she had a temporary respite from the rules
that normally governed her life.
Logan was quick to recover from shock, his tongue snaking around
hers. He kissed the way Rogue knew he'd make love: with a raw, bone-
deep demand he couldn't seem to disguise. A guttural growl
reverberated in the base of Logan's throat and he grabbed her waist,
yanking her into him. She moaned at the denim-trapped bulge ramming
between her thighs. Her heart pounded frantically in her ribcage.
She couldn't remember ever feeling so wildly alive, so positively
ferocious, so sexed up beyond all reason.
Rogue shoved a hand between their bodies and started undoing Logan's
pants, but she couldn't move fast enough. God, she needed to feel
him inside her *now*! She was starving for him, half-crazed, on fire
with need. Heat raced along her nerves and spiked low in her
abdomen; she ground her impatient lower body astride his steely
Rogue could barely hear Logan's groan of approval over the roar of
blood rushing through her head. The sharp thirst between her legs
wrenched in unfulfilled longing. She slid to her knees on the cab
floor between his feet, and gnawed up along the inside of his jean-
clad thigh. When she reached her goal, she raked her voracious teeth
along the stiff cotton material. All the while, her hands were still
working at his belt and the fly of his jeans. Logan grabbed the back
of her head and hoarsely pled, "Oh Christ, Marie!" She was dizzy in
lust, hot with frustrated emptiness. And every quick breath was like
a hit off some wild opiate she smelled male hunger, raw and pure
and raunchy, mingled with her own wet need. Logan began peeling off
her clothes as she worked at his.
By the time she'd slid his jeans down his hips to free him, Logan had
her all but stripped. Pinned between the steering wheel and Logan's
hard body, Rogue finished the job, twisting herself into awkward
positions to slide off her own jeans and boots as rapidly as
possible. She was lightheaded at the prospect that she was actually
about to have sex. The niggling sensation that this brief escape
from her personal prison could be cut short at any moment prompted
her to an increased sense of immediacy.
She looked down at Logan's freed erection sweet baby Jesus the man
was packing heat! Rogue reached forward and ran a fingernail up the
full length of his arousal; a small bead of liquid squeezed out from
the tip. She leaned down and dragged the flat of her tongue across
the split head of his shaft. His heartbeat pulsed in her mouth, and
a hectic, burning ache echoed dully between her legs. Logan groaned
and tugged her into his lap. With one rapid movement, he arched her
back over his arm and feasted on her bare breasts. He sucked one
nipple ruthlessly into his mouth and pleasure cracked through her,
lighting her senses up like a Christmas tree. Then he bit into her
flesh, breaking it and drawing blood. The pain was strangely and
incredibly erotic, and Rogue bolted upright with a dazed gasp. She
looked down and watched the wound close over. Logan stared at the
fresh, unbroken skin in mild disbelief.
But his puzzlement was short-lived, apparently obliterated by his
driving libido. Anchoring an arm around Rogue, Logan leaned forward
and reached for the glove compartment. Once it was open, he leaned
farther forward to withdraw a foil packet. The gearshift stabbed
Rogue in the small of her back and a pained yelp of surprise jumped
out of her mouth. Christ *this* was why she'd never had sex in a
vehicle before. Using his teeth, Logan ripped the condom packet open
and swiftly slid it into place, his hungry, tigers' eyes dragging
over her nudity.
Rogue shoved Logan's jacket and shirt down his arms as a single
unit. As for the jeans she'd already made sure that the important
part of him was accessible; nothing else mattered right now. Her
sense of urgency had become unbearable. Rogue hoisted her hips in
the air above Logan, feeling the tip of his hard-on slip along her
desire-slicked entrance. A frustrated grunt came from Logan, and she
looked into his eyes, his pupils so dilated there was only a sliver
of topaz around a bottomless black center. Wild anticipation
thrummed through her veins.
Then she positioned herself and sank down onto his throbbing
erection. Her eyelids slammed closed; he was hot and thick and his
penetration instantly filled her to the point of pain. Rogue cried
out at the intrusion and her head dropped back. Oh God, it was too
much. Logan was inside her, all heat and pulsating hardness, but
he'd made her wet enough to stretch and accommodate him. Her nails
dug into his hard chest and raked downward, scratching out red trails
that immediately healed over. Rogue could feel his pulse snug inside
her as she raised her hips, dragging moistly up his length. Pleasure
sizzled along her nerve endings. When she'd measured his full
length, Logan's fingers dug into her thighs and pressed her back
down. He groaned a deep, ragged sound as he filled her again. Rogue
Faster, she rode him, pulling his rigid, male flesh in and out of her
body. Logan surged upwards to meet her thrusts, driving up into her
against her weight. Rogue's insides tightened in tortuous rapture.
It was pain and beauty all twisted into aching pleasure, driving her
closer and closer still to a blinding release. Excruciatingly sweet
torture. And God it wasn't enough.
"Fuck, Marie," Logan ground out. "I need to take you hard. Wrap
your legs around me."
Rogue did as Logan commanded, and he rolled her to her back across
the front seat. Positioning himself above her, Logan plunged into
her with a hard, fast stroke. She arched up and cried out. Christ,
she was so tight; her soft flesh swallowed him whole, gripping him
like wet velvet. Hot saliva pooled under Logan's tongue and he felt
his balls draw up close and firm into his body. He was going to
come. Soon. "Keep your legs up around me," he commanded. Her
slender limbs enfolded around him.
The air all around them was saturated with the sweet aroma of her
arousal, and Logan drank it in. The scent flooded his senses. He
began pounding into her, and Rogue braced her hands over her head
against the passenger's side door to resist his momentum. Her naked
body twisted and writhed in ecstasy beneath him. Hectic energy
stabbed his stomach muscles, spurring him to even greater speed.
Logan knew he was going too fast, but some driving insistence was
pushing him to ride her faster and harder yet. He couldn't get
enough. And he couldn't slow down. Christ, he'd go slower the
second time. Whimpers came from Marie with each slap of contact
Balancing his weight, he lifted Rogue's hips to better receive his
heavy thrusts. Logan felt his testicles tighten even more. He
hammered mercilessly into her and growled; he was about to peak. And
then suddenly, Rogue's body bridged stiffly towards him and her
sharp, keening wail cut the air. Her inner muscles twitched out of
control, clenching and releasing him repeatedly, all but milking his
pleasure out of him.
The look of animal rapture on Rogue's face pushed Logan over the
edge; his climax smashed into him like a body blow. His muscles
seized up as he continued crushing his hips hard up into her, and his
orgasm spurted out in wave after wave of convulsive release. A long,
baritone groan tore from deep inside his chest; he slammed a palm
into the vinyl seat and grunted again. His body jerked and arched as
he emptied himself.
Then Logan's arms crumbled beneath him, his weight crashing down on
Rogue with a solid thud. She blew out a sharp exhalation marked by
an "oof" sound at the impact.
For the moment, Logan felt drained and replete, but he knew he'd
recover quickly. Thanks to his healing abilities, it would only be a
matter of minutes before he was ready for round two with his prissy
little tigress. He'd been right about that streak of lasciviousness
he'd seen in her and felt smugly self-satisfied for having spotted it.
Just as Logan began recuperating enough to want to move Rogue
squirmed beneath him and mumbled something. "Hang on a sec,
sweetheart," he muttered sleepily into her breasts, his weight still
pinning her against the seat. "I just need another minute or so to
rise to the occasion."
"Get off of me," she whispered harshly and audibly.
Logan bolted upright. "What the fuck?"
The scent of apprehension began tainting the air. "Get off of me,"
she repeated, this time more forcefully. "Get off, get off, get off!"
Rogue placed one hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him
backwards. She was incredibly strong, Logan noticed, as he all but
skidded across the front of the cab and landed in the driver's seat.
Now he could smell fear flooding off her skin. A volcano of rage
erupted within him. "Back to being scared of me, princess?" he
Rogue winced. "Not scared of you, Logan. I'm scared of me."
"Spare me the sanctimonious bullshit, Marie!" he spat out in a brutal
Fury bloomed on her face, but only before her eyes narrowed
snidely. "Be careful you don't misuse big words you don't
understand," she sneered.
A nuclear blast detonated deep within Logan's chest; scorching red
mist burned his vision. Did she think she was slumming it with some
kind of undereducated outreach fucking charity case? "Keep telling
yourself you only wanted to screw me because you were all doped up on
my energy," he hissed acidly. "You and I both know how much you've
been itching to spread your thighs for me, sweetheart."
"Well I must have been suffering temporary insanity," she snapped,
not even bothering to deny the accusation. "Obviously, not being
able to touch anyone for so long has wreaked havoc on my mental
"Or maybe," he theorized through thick sarcasm, "it's not that you
couldn't touch anyone, but that no man in his right mind would come
within a hundred meters of a snotty fucking bitch like you!"
Dark anger surged up and crimsoned her face. "Well, then the
implications about *your* mental capabilities must be positively
"Hey, stud service is simply part of the five-hundred dollar complete
package deal," he shot back with a mock half-bow. His eyes dropped
to her body. "Believe me, I wouldn't have touched your bony ass if I
weren't being well financially compensated!"
Devastation sprang up on Rogue's face as the insult hit its mark, and
she curled her fists into two tight balls.
"Go on," Logan taunted her. "I dare you to take a swing at me. Oh,
but that's right," he mocked, "you're afraid you might like touching
me too much!"
Instead of the sharp retort Logan expected her to volley back, Rogue
looked as though she'd taken a punch to the gut. Dazed shock and
hurt gripped her features; her mouth hung open, and her dark eyes
became bottomless pools.
Embarrassment then flushed Rogue's naked skin from head to toe as she
realized her state of undress. She turned her back on Logan with a
disdainful sniff and began scrambling for her clothing.
Shit! What the fuck had just happened? One minute he'd been having
the most carnal sex he could ever have dreamt up, and the next he'd
been madder than all hell. But then, she hadn't *really* been so
carnal, had she! Logan realized. It had just been *his* mojo she'd
been vibing off of. It had only been a warped set of circumstances
creating a deceptive illusion. He felt oddly robbed. And violently
Christ, did Logan feel pissed! Rogue had pulled her jeans on and was
now working on hooking her bra while turned away from him. He could
see her shoulder blades shifting beneath her pale, satiny skin as she
twisted to latch the scrap of cotton into place. Logan pulled off
the used condom, hitched his pants back up from around his still-
booted ankles, and grabbed his jacket with the shirt tucked inside,
sliding the two back on as one piece. Muttering a curse under his
breath, he slipped outside to get a smoke. He slammed the driver's
side door behind him.