FIC: An Unexpected Visitor, (NC-17) 5/?
- Look for story information in chapter 1.
Logan went back up to the room which he shared with Rogue, after an
intense hour of exercise down in the Xavier-institute gym.
He had not showered afterwards, and his strong, broad body with its
swelling muscles gleamed with sweat.
He had exercised roughly today, but not any harder than he usually
did lately. Working out like a lunatic had become a way of relieving -
or maybe controlling - his sexual frustration.
It was because of Rogue. They were still a couple, and together,
and on the outside they could have passed as any normal couple. But
in fact Logan and Rogue had not slept with each other - or had any
kind of intimate contact - for almost five months.
Five months ago the serum, which Rogue took to be able to control
her power, and touch other people without killing them, had made her
allergic to it, and she had been forced to stop taking it, and go
back to a life without physical, human contact.
Jean was in the process of producing a new serum, but in spite that
she spent almost all her available time in the lab, researching, for
five months, she had not made any notable progresses.
Rogue was still as unavailable as when the problem emerged, and the
entire situation was becoming unbearable to Logan.
He had not been with a woman for almost half a year. He loved his
girlfriend, and had been faithful to her, just as he promised,
despite his inability to touch her. He had been living like a monk
only for the woman he loved.
He didn't want to confess it, but many times he had thought of
heading down town, and just fuck the first female he could find.
Who she was would not matter. He would never see her again anyway.
He just needed to relieve himself.
But no. His love - and guilt - always defeated his physical needs
at last, and he stayed with Rogue.
They used to watch TV, eat, talk, or maybe just sit quietly
together. He wasn't sure if she knew what he had in mind to do
sometimes, but he was sure she didn't understand how he felt.
She used to masturbate for him sometimes with her gloves on, of
course, but he actually preferred not to let her do it, since his
desire for her just grew worse then. She was so close, so close, and
Logan's breathing got heavy before he removed his grey, sleeve-less
cotton shirt, and black slacks, and disappeared into the shower.
Rogue was not there. He felt almost relieved. If she had been
there, she would have seen how frustrated and excited he was. His
erection had been squeezed inside his pants for long enough, and it
was a great feeling to release it.
While the hot water washed over him in the shower, he relieved
himself, and his white, creamy semen vanished into the sewer together
with the water.
Logan's whole body shook, and he leaned his forehead against the
cool tiles in the shower stall. It had been a purely physical
ejaculation, without real pleasure, but at least he could look Rogue
in the eyes again without revealing his true thoughts and emotions.
After about fifteen minutes, he turned the water off and left the
shower, tied a towel around his waist and went out of the bathroom.
Rogue was there now. She sat on her bed - they slept in separate
beds nowadays - and gave him one of her usual sunny smiles when she
- Hi, Logan! she said. Have you been working out?
- Yep. I just got up. And where have you been?
- With Kitty and Jubilee. We've been working on a school project.
Logan went to his drawer and took out clothes to wear; a clean T-
shirt and a pair of jeans. He dressed in front of Rogue. At least he
didn't have an erection now, and he fought hard not to think of
anything that might provoke one.
Then Rogue suddenly said something.
- I saw Magneto, she said. He's come here.
- What? Now?
- Yeah. I said hello, but he didn't notice me.
Magneto's presence no longer shocked Logan. The old man had been
here on and off lately, and they all knew they had nothing to fear in
him. He was only here to see his lover, Charles Xavier.
Logan snorted. - Well, well. I guess we have to endure his
- I think he looked a bit troubled, Rogue continued. Do you think
he and the professor might have argued?
- I don't know, and I really can't care any less, Logan said
- Why are you so grumpy? Rogue asked.
- Grumpy? I ain't grumpy.
- Pissed, then. Or angry. It is the same.
- It's nothing... Logan murmured. I'm fine.
Rogue glanced at the watch. 10:50 P.M. It was starting to get late.
She thought it might be best going to bed. She took out her night-
dress; a large, roomy red T-shirt, and started undressing in order to
Logan watched her disrobe, and immediately he felt the desire
returning. He became aware of her beautiful body, her firm,
beautifully round bottom, her slender waist and her high, shapely
The scent of her reached his sensitive nostrils, and he inhaled it.
Preferably he had just wanted to lunge at her and take her at once.
But of course he couldn't. Looking was all he could do. And it made
him frustrated, and also annoyed.
- Do you have to sway your body like that? he snapped without
Rogue spun around at once. She held her night-dress against her
- What? I was just...changing!
- You know what I mean! You don't have to make it worse than it
- This is my room too! Rogue exclaimed, offended. I can fucking
dress where ever I want to! And no one's forcing you to look.
- It's a little hard not to, Logan pointed out.
- This goddamn curse isn't my fault! Rogue suddenly screamed. You
hear me?! It isn't my fault! I don't wanna live like this!
Her tantrum made Logan gape with surprise. He had not believed she
would become so angry and react so violently.
- But sweetheart, no one's said---
- No one's forcing you to look! she snapped. Don't you think it's
difficult for me too?
- I'm sorry, Logan said self-consciously. I didn't mean to... sound
accusing. It's my fault. I just can't help I want you. You're my
- Are you sure about that? she asked in a thick voice, and her
lower lip trembled remarkably.
- Honey, you know it's like that, Logan said softly. Sure I wish
everything could go back to as it was, but I only want you. I love
- I love you too, Logan... Rogue whispered, almost inaudibly.
Logan wished he could have gone to her and taken her in his arms.
He couldn't. Surely he loved her, but the complete lack of physical
contact was breaking their relationship.