Dead and Burried Pt3/3 Rating NC-17
- Author: Lady-T and Hunter
Title: Dead and Buried
Disclaimer: We didn't do anything. Blameless we are,
totally and utterly blameless. Honest.
Summary: The storm brings trouble. A strange and
slightly twisted Halloween story.
Notes: LT is lazy and doesn't like thinking of plots.
Hunter is lazy and doesn't like thinking of
adjectives. Together things sometimes actually get
done. Eventually. About 6 months late.
The storm howled outside, battering the glass panes
with angry fingers as the sleet and snow slithered
endlessly through the night.
The wind-blown shadows of ice flurries danced against
the glass as the bathroom door opened, sending a crack
of light across the thick carpet followed by a wall of
Logan padded across the floor to his bed leaving wet
footprints in the pile of the carpet, one towel draped
around his hips and another briskly rubbing his wet
hair into damp spikes.
Illuminated only by the light spilling from the
bathroom his skin shone in the half-dark, covered with
tiny droplets of water that glittered like crystals
with every movement.
His flesh was pink from the heat of the shower and he
could feel a small growl build up inside him in answer
to the sudden pick up in the storm's tempo, the
frenetic cry of the wind suddenly beginning to scream.
He shook his head like a wet dog, getting the last few
droplets of water from his hair before dumping the
towel on the floor and plopping himself down onto the
The temperature suddenly seemed to fall around him and
Logan paused in his search for the TV remote, little
goose bumps of ice suddenly running down his neck. The
hairs across his body shivered and stood on end, his
head turning slowly to face the source of the icy
She smiled a slow, carnivorous grin from the doorway,
a look that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Her voice purred like warm treacle dripping down his
spine, following the cooling drops of water on skin
still wet and flushed from the shower.
The cream silk of her robe seemed to glow, floating
over her curves in a sensual caress, brushing skin and
lingering. He couldn't help but stare at her,
swallowing the sight of her body just right for
She raised her hand and from across the room he felt
the irresistible pressure against his chest, pushing
him back against the bed. He let the touch guide him
down, a bemused smile on his face as he let his head
fall softly onto the pillows.
Snakes of cloth seemed to swiftly ooze out of the
sheets around him like tendrils of weed, creeping and
binding. circling his shoulders and legs with a
sibilant rustle as he shot her a confused glance.
"Not above using mind tricks, Jeannie?"
Jean curled her fingers. "Never."
She licked her lips and walked towards him, the
pressure on his chest spreading slowly down his arms
until it reached his wrists, dragging his hands up and
out until he was stretched across the bed like a
Christ-figure on his cross, the pressure easing to
nothing as the sheets bound themselves around his
wrists. Serpentine cloth seemed to slither where she
wanted it, forming out of the flat sheet, sliding and
caressing across bare skin like melted chocolate,
setting hard as concrete in velvet.
He pulled against the pressure on his limbs for a
moment, fixing her with a dark look as she laughed.
"You won't get far." The words hung in the air for a
second as she smirked. "And don't tell me you don't
like it Logan, I can tell that you're lying."
She cast a meaningful look at his crotch and the start
of an erection that was just beginning tent against
the towel. More in response to that fact that she was
near him than anything else, but a part of him thought
that he should take what he could get because the
scent of her under cream silk was just too hard to
"What is it, Logan? The lack of control? Not having to
be the one held responsible for your actions...? No
guilt, no blame..."
She smiled slow and smooth as he narrowed his eyes at
her. "Never figured you for the submissive type."
She gave the towel a sharp jerk, pulling it open to
expose his naked body before she crooked a finger and
the pressure momentarily returned. It rolled down him
until his hips were held tight against the mattress.
They were bound by a coil of fabric low against his
stomach that wound around the top of each thigh in
turn, weaving him firmly into the sheets as the
tactile, fluid cloth set suddenly hard.
He grumbled low in his chest, ignoring the response of
his body as she climbed onto the bed and swung one leg
over his waist, straddling him with a thigh either
side of his hips as her cream silk robe splayed out
across his stomach.
Her hands plunged roughly into his hair, lifting his
head from the pillows as she forced his lips open with
her tongue, huffing with satisfaction as she felt him
eventually return the kiss.
His tongue probed softly back inside her mouth, for
the moment not questioning why she came to be here and
just accepting that she was, licking against her lips
as she began to pull away. He sighed raggedly as she
slid down to nip him on the throat, her hands running
along his cheeks and neck before gliding over his
shoulders and down to caress his ribs as she sat up.
His chest heaved as she touched him, the pressure of
the bonds still pushing against his limbs as she
slowly circled his nipples with long, cool fingers.
He was stuck somewhere, trying to reconcile the idea
of a hot shower and an early night becoming suddenly
the most sordid of his fantasies. Her weight above him
pressing down on his lap, her hands reaching slowly
along his body...
He shuddered as her fingers fluttered against his
stomach, finally forcing his mouth to work.
�Jeannie, just what do you think you're doing?�
Trying to search her eyes in the gloom she laughed
dryly, her head turning as her back arched in a
�Why Logan,� she sighed, eyes finally catching his in
a flash of fire, �I thought you would have figured it
out by now.� She leaned over him, her tongue flicking
out to lick his jaw as her breath hissed into his ear.
�I�m going to fuck you to death.�
He felt himself shudder at the invitation and the
soft, wet lick of her tongue, his body flooding with
heated blood as she slowly ran her fingers through the
trail of hair on his stomach.
She arched one impeccable eyebrow at his obvious
arousal and he swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the
lump that had suddenly formed in his throat.
"What about Scott?"
The question hung between them for a second before she
"He's in no position to complain."
Her reply barely registered before she took his
swelling penis in her hand, smiling at the resultant
squirm, watching his neck arch as she pumped her fist
slowly down his length. She tugged on him lightly
then, the hitched breath at the spark of pain all the
she needed to know. He screwed his eyes shut,
overwhelmed by sensation, murmuring her name as her
fingers pressed into his hard flesh.
Fantasy come to life, her hands on him, around him,
better than his imagination could have ever dared to
She blinded him with dreaming, fingers slipping just
into the edges of his mind and smoothing away
suspicion, glossing over whatever confusion she found
until he no longer cared why she was there... He just
gloried in the feel and the scent of her, the sex that
was heavy in the air and had always been so long
denied to him.
She curled her lip at the sound of his voice breathing
her name and she chastised him with a rake of her
fingernails down his abdomen, watching the muscles
flutter beneath taut skin.
He hissed in pleasure, levering his eyes open to watch
mesmerized as she pushed the robe down from her
shoulders. The silk dropped away to reveal a naked
body in the peak of physical condition, bare, rounded
breasts topped with darkening nipples as she dropped
the robe off the bed.
His breathing deepened in response, hands flexing
against the binding sheets as she stroked him. God,
all he wanted was to touch her...
He could feel the damp heat between her thighs
pressing against his skin, the surge of thickened
blood in his veins making him ache. She ran the tip
of her index finger in circles just around the head of
his erection, narrowing her eyes as he huffed and
gasped, making little whimpers of need in the back of
"No," she murmured. "I never would have figured you
for the submissive type at all. Shall we play a game,
He didn't reply, too far gone with the feel of her in
his lap as she bent her head forward.
"I asked you a question. Shall we play a game?"
Her tongue flashed out to play back and forth over the
top of one nipple and he moaned quietly in reply.
"I'll take that as a yes."
She fixed her mouth over the firm little nub of flesh,
pressing her teeth into it and biting him slowly,
pulling the nipple with her as she began to raise her
head. It slipped from between her teeth as he grunted
with the small flash of pain, the length of her rough,
hot tongue smoothing over it before repeating the
process with the other side.
He felt like he was riding a crest of ecstasy, the
woman he had wanted for as long as anyone could
remember, here and now pulling fantasies out of the
furthest parts of his mind. Perfect in detail as she
slowly raised herself above him, guiding his rock hard
erection between her thighs.
So perfect, so fucking perfect as she sank down onto
him, and maybe he should have suspected something but
it all felt so good and any suspicion in his mind was
long, long gone...
So hot and tight and wet as he stretched her open,
filling the burning core inside her. So good and
desperate as she gripped him within her channel,
grinding down until he was as deep as he could get,
and then she sat there, holding him still when all he
wanted to do was thrust as hard as he possibly
He moaned, murmuring to God and her name in ecstatic
agony, his head rolling from side to side as she sat
on his hard swollen flesh, her hands raking up and
down his chest.
And then she started to squeeze.
Squeezing his cock inside her body as something began
to lightly squeeze against his windpipe, the pressure
growing in his throat as she began to thrust against
He moaned stupidly, confused between the two
sensations and unable to move, wheezing for air as her
fingers circled his nipples, her hips rocking back and
forth against his pelvis as she began to whisper her
She took one hand off his chest and moved it to her
breast, playing with the darkening, swollen tip as she
began to thrust harder, feeling him ride in and out of
her body as his windpipe finally closed off
He began to struggle then and she relished in it, his
mouth flapping open uselessly as he fought to draw a
breath, his eyes rolling back as she rode him hard and
deep, pinching one of his flat little nipples tight
between her finger and thumb.
So good, so bad... his lungs burned...
She thrust down hard, angling her hips to press him as
far against the front wall of her channel as she
could, dragging his body endlessly in and out until
she could feel her orgasm close.
He could feel the weight of her on his hips, the
tight, desperate pull of her core as she fucked him,
but also the burning, the terrible pain in his chest
as he battled to breathe, pulling him in two different
directions at once. And then her words, barely just
filtering through as he blindly struggled to draw
"Come for me, Logan... you can't breathe until you
come for me..."
He closed his eyes and let it take him, the race for
release... The sudden panic, burning in his chest like
the heat around his cock, heart hammering a mile a
minute as adrenaline filled his system.
He tried to focus, blind and desperate, searching for
an orgasm that would release him from all his
suffering, desperate to find it before he suffocated.
She kept riding him, feeling the pressure build inside
herself as she squeezed, willing it to last until he
was nearly there... nearly there...
His head swam, dizzy and disorientated, black spots in
front of his eyes, every nerve ending passing raw
electricity inside his body as she pumped hard and
fast. Her body gripped him as she sank down again,
impaling herself over and over until he couldn't tell
one from the other, until it was all too much, until
she was screaming as she came and pulling him
deeper... All of it merged and formed into a furnace
of blinding white fire, boiling in his stomach in a
race for blessed release before erupting in a
paralysing, spastic seizure, coming harder than he
ever remembered as release exploded through him and
sweet cold air finally filled his lungs in a
desperate, choking battle. Unable to choose between
screaming or gasping for air, his eyes rolled wildly
as his fingers curled into tight fists, his hips still
twitching against her hold on him as the last of his
orgasm burned through him.
She felt him shake and quiver underneath her, gasping
hard as she continued to milk his cock inside her sex,
never letting up even as the dizziness started to
clear from his eyes.
He choked her name roughly before a coughing fit
"What... what in the..."
She shushed him with a finger to his lips, a soothing
brush against his cheek as he screwed his eyes closed.
He coughed again and she smiled, curling her fingers
once more above his chest, forming her hand into a
fist over his breastbone.
Pain... it lanced through his body as something inside
him started to squeeze, a wail of hurt escaping his
His eyes snapped open as he started to struggle
against his bonds seriously now, trying to throw her
off, pulling against impossible restraint as crushing
pressure filled his chest.
"Get off... Get off me!"
She laughed as he choked and thrashed, sealing off his
windpipe again as her hand started to crush his heart.
His eyes rolled back in his head then, fingers and
toes curling against the pain and pressure in his
chest, the colour draining from his face as her other
hand pressed down on his abdomen, digging telekinetic
fingers into his liver.
He would have screamed if he could have, past the red
and white pain and the scorching heat in his body.
Past the insanity in her eyes and the claws escaping
free from his hands that were useless to free himself
with, pinioned as he was.
She saw the blue tinge of approaching death on his
lips and she smiled, a dark blossom spreading out
underneath his skin as he bled inside, still
struggling with the last of his strength, thrashing
against his restraints.
He was buried inside her even now and every desperate
jerk of his body translated to another thrust for her,
riding out his death throes as her mind kept him hard.
She bit her lip, feeling him buck and twist, rolling
her hips as her hands tightened their grip on his
crushed heart, leaving the pulped mess of his liver
and plunging deep into a kidney...
He was slowing, he was dying, but she could draw this
out, just enough, nearly there, nearly there, and...
"Holy fuckin' shit! What are you doin'?!"
She screamed as she came, her head snapping back as
the body beneath her finally gave up the struggle,
Remy at the doorway frozen in blank shock as she
finally turned to look at him.
It sent shooting ice down his spine, the look in her
eyes, the purest, black evil boring a hole right
Oh God, Oh God... he could taste the panic in the
He reached for a card but she was too fast, stealing
them out of his fingers with the barest flick of her
power as she climbed off Logan's body.
She left him lying there, the serpentine sheets
falling soft and lifeless over his skin as she
released the grip on his throat. Close... so close...
Limp but not dead. She could feel his powers kicking
in to fix the damage but she had time... time enough
to deal with this. Hips swayed as she walked towards
him with purpose, fast on her feet as she flicked the
robe from the floor, wrapping it around herself
without ever using her hands.
And then Remy felt it... the sharp impact that threw
him back against the wall before she ever even touched
him. The invisible grasp that picked him up and flung
him like a rag doll from side to side down the
corridor, beaten against each wall in turn until he
could feel the blood in his mouth and the grind of
broken bone in his chest.
He came to land with a thump, knocking over a small
table and scattering the contents across the floor,
blindly reaching for anything solid among the debris.
His hand wrapped around the broken piece of a glass
paperweight, charging it desperately before she could
steal it from him, throwing it with all the strength
he could muster...
She snarled as the glowing pink glass arced across the
hallway, headed right for her before her mind caught
it, changing the direction and shooting it through the
closest window like a bullet exploding from a gun.
The window shattered, letting in the storm as the
percussive boom rattled through the building, a dark,
angry look holding tight over her features as her mind
dragged Remy from the floor, holding him high in the
air as he coughed and spat blood.
She flung him backwards again, his body hitting the
far wall and knocking free one of the swords that
fanned out on display over the oak panels.
A last desperate attempt, he thought. A last chance.
His last thought, his only thought before his fingers
tightened around the hilt.
He struggled to find his feet, raising the weapon as
he charged towards her, screaming in rage and pain and
fear as he brought it down in a perfect arc, perfect
to kill her, perfect to end this...
A perfect arc that never hit as he was lifted bodily
from the floor and thrown backwards again, his spine
to the wall and this time he didn't fall...
He looked down at his chest, the bloodied sword blade
poking through his ribs glittering oddly in the
darkness, the pommel pressing against his spine as it
held him suspended from the ground.
He let go of the sword he had been clutching so
desperately before, letting it fall to the carpet with
a dull thud as he reached out to touch the red covered
blade through his chest.
His fingers tightened around it, breath rattling
noisily in his lungs as his head lolled backwards.
His breath hitched as his eyes closed, whimpering
before growing limp, suspended on the wall like a
grisly painting as Jean snarled in satisfaction,
watching his blood drip onto the carpet. She spun
around then, stalking back to Logan's room, cream silk
robe billowing around her as the storm flowed in
through the broken window, snow and sleet clouding the
Walking through the storm, she appeared like a ghost.
Pale white, almost translucent against the cold as she
stopped and glowered, the bed lying empty in the
centre of the room.
She closed her eyes, reaching out her mind to find
him, the distinct feeling of his consciousness
sparkling through her senses. Weak... he was weak.
Near death but healing. He'd rolled himself off the
bed and into the far corner and, through the bleak
white storm, she could sense the uneven beat of his
damaged heart leaking as much blood as it pumped. He
was hurting and she fed off the knowing, the fact that
she could bring him to his knees with just the touch
of a thought.
She floated to the centre of the room, hovering just
off the floor with the tall bay windows behind her,
flexing her fingers as she watched him crouched in the
corner like a beaten dog. Deep purple bruises covered
his chest and back, bleeding inside still as he grit
his teeth through the pain, skin covered in glistening
sweat despite the freezing cold billowing through the
He growled softly as the lightening seared the sky
once more, silhouetting her against the tall windows.
"Is that all you can manage, Logan?" She cocked her
head to one side, smiling sarcastically at him.
His voice was rough when he spoke, ground out against
the pain in his sides.
"I don't want to hurt you, Jeannie."
"That's your weakness."
She flicked her fingers out and he thumped back
against the wall like he'd been punched, blood oozing
down his cheek from the clawed fingernail marks that
had appeared on his face. He snarled again, baring his
teeth but she sneered at him contemptuously.
"I could rip you apart, you can't frighten me. I could
peel the metal from your bones piece by piece and rip
it out through your skin. I hold your life in the palm
of my hand and all I have to do is squeeze."
As if to prove her point she clenched her fist,
hearing him whimper in a shocked flash of hurt.
Logan grit his teeth, steadying his breath and leaning
his head against the wall as he tried to swallow down
the flaring red heat that seemed to swallow his body.
"That was just a taste. Do you want more?"
Jean watched him with curiosity, eyes glittering as he
eventually seemed to find control of himself,
painfully rising to his feet with what seemed like
monumental effort, arms wrapped around his battered,
naked body. His eyes were fixed on her as he stumbled,
barely catching himself against the wall, leaning
against it in the end for the support as his injured
body screamed to be allowed to rest.
"I don't want to hurt you, Jeannie..."
He said it again and she laughed at him.
"You can't even touch me. Look at you, you can't even
He growled. A dark, dangerous noise in his chest, his
back hunching slightly as he battled the damage within
his own body to make his legs move, to push away form
that wall and take that first step towards her...
She had amusement on her lips, watching his body shake
at the strain, each slow step seeming to take even
longer than the last, his legs shaking with the effort
not to fall as he closed the distance a fraction at a
"What are you trying to do? Fight me?"
He didn't reply, grunting slightly with the exertion
as his heart strained to pump sluggish blood though
crushed arteries. He was healing, but slowly... so
"You're pathetic. Little, little man..."
Outside the storm screamed, shrieking winds battering
the glass behind her floating body, Logan's low growl
echoing the angry weather.
He took another dogged, shaky step and she curled her
lip in disgust.
She raised her hands, curling her fists as the glass
from the windows exploded inwards with her scream,
shattering in a haze of razor sharp crystals and
beaten, wet snow. Rain and wind and glass shot across
the room with the low, percussive crack of the
thunder, the empty windows letting the storm rage
Lightening illuminated the wind-beaten crystal shards
and he screamed... a thousand glass blades exploding
into his naked flesh at once, the ice cold wind and
force behind the impact hurling him back against the
bed, his head cracking on the wall as he fell.
He barely even registered the sheets against his
spine. All he could see was blood, oozing into his
eyes and burning his skin. Every movement seemed to
burrow the shards deeper inside his body, cutting him
open from within. He couldn't move...
It hurt... hurt so much...
God... and then there she was, floating above him with
her hair and naked skin, that cream silk billowing in
the wind, her laughing face watching his pain,
reaching out to touch him with the softest sweep of
her fingers across his face and...
It all dissolved into shocked pain, like the
lightening stole her smile, the claws in her stomach
slowly moving up into her chest.
She looked like she wanted to scream, but she had
nothing left to do it with. Breath gurgled in her
lungs, blood on his hands as, for a second, her
control began to falter. Her hand wavered as she sank
down on top of him, fingers curling against the pain
as their blood merged, eyes clenching shut as she
fought to stop the waver in her consciousness.
Whispered into his skin, whimpered in pain as his
claws slowly withdrew, bloodied wet hands holding her
tightly against his chest as she shook...
"I... I didn't want to hurt you..."
He sounded broken, hurt as much inside as out, sinking
his hands into her hair, cradling her head against his
shoulder like he'd always wanted to do, glued together
with boiling crimson...
She whined low in her throat, clinging tightly to his
abused chest as the blackness crept forwards, tears
escaping down her face as the two minds inhabiting her
body slowly began to unravel.
Oh God... she was choking...
It hurt... it hurt too much and she sobbed
hysterically in his arms as little by little the
darkness came, quieting her, numbing her, and then
finally, silently, killing her.
The storm outside raged, filling the broken windows
with numbing, blank cold as Logan buried his face
against the side of her head.
He cried, holding her tightly, pressing choked,
desperate kisses against her ear, rocking slightly and
whispering in his grief as the lifeless body in his
arms gradually began to cool.
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