Fic: Into the Wolverine's Den (Logan/original character)
- Into the Wolverine's Den
Rated PG-13 for language and sex talk
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Marvel characters, however the
creation of Danielle aka Panther is mine.
Summary: If you read my lengthy series, this fits in prior to the
last chapter. Here, Logan discusses some basic needs in life from
home, food, sex, and fatherhood
They say possession is 9/10s of the law. The law of the wild says
possession is survival, and I live by the law of the wild. There are
a few basic needs to survive food, territory, and a suitable mate
and I got me all three.
Let's start with territory the Xavier School for the Gifted in my
case. I suppose you could say I have claimed this place as my turf.
There ain't too many adult males around that would even challenge me
all except Cyke of course. Then again, he ain't been around as much
as I have or seen what I have seen. He's younger than me and tries
his best to outsmart me, but I am still the superior one.
Chuck - the only way he can challenge me is mentally since physically
he can't and yes, he has enough smarts to outdo me anytime.
Sometimes, I think he enjoys playing mind games to get me to think
Kurt, the Nightcrawler he ain't got a mean bone in that blue
skinned body of his. All it would take to get him to turn tail
runnin' is to just shoot him a nasty glare and a soft growl.
Colossus now he's capable of sending me on my ass, but a comrade
doesn't do that and he won't.
It's a good thing these all be truths. I don't think Chuck would
appreciate my scent-markin' around the grounds.
Food. Chuck certainly makes sure there is enough of that around,
especially with all them gluttonous kids. And, a full belly makes
for contentment and the ability to maintain one's strength. My only
demand is a stash of beer for only my enjoyment.
Women. One could say I got plenty of to choose from all with their
certain gifts and charms that could woo this male's heart quite
easily, and a few of them have.
Marie started it with her sweet innocence and deadly skin. She did
the one thing no woman has ever been able to do get into my head
and understand me fully. I swore to protect her, but she has grown
up and doesn't really need this old dog anymore.
Jean she stole my heart like a thief in the night. What can I
say? She's got smarts, compassion, and a set of legs any guy would
Ororo goddess of the winds and a pillar of strength who could do a
number on me just with a stare.
But, it was Panther who I finally gave my heart to and settled down
with. She tamed my angry spirit and keeps me happy and satisfied.
She understands me as completely as anyone can, has the same animal
tendencies as I, and eh hem, loves lots of sex.
The problem is that I get so damned pissed off whenever any guy even
looks her way. I can feel my claws itching to skewer even the
innocent pizza delivery boy just for smilin' at her. She laughs at
me tellin' me to stop bein' so insecure. Hell, I ain't insecure
just possessive. I know what I got and I ain't givin' it up without
a bloody fight.
We had a difficult beginning. Neither of us was able to figure out
each other's true intentions. The flirtations were strong and
aggressive. When we finally hooked up, man let me tell you, she's a
wild ride. There ain't anything more I can ask for. She's prime
property and I got her. She's hot and wild but sensible, smart and
compassionate. Kurt says we were made for each other and somehow
that blue mutant speaks some really deep stuff. He comments on how
we mirror each other with our gifts and personalities.
I have to admit I find it enjoyable to go out with my girl. I feel
like I got me the greatest prize of all. Yet, I feel like I have to
be constantly on guard. My senses are heightened in search of any
threat or challenge from would-be rivals. She doesn't realize how
her sweet smile and sexy walk are such a turn on and not just for
For example, I took her to this nice restaurant and half the time I
wasn't even listening to her talkin' to me `cause there was a bunch
of flirtatious young horny guys who wouldn't stop lookin' at her.
She kicked me under the table to get my attention tellin' me to
ignore them. Holdin' her hand while eatin' didn't get the message
across to them jerks either. I could feel my heart pumpin' with fury
and the alloy screamin' to taste blood.
When we headed out, one of them jerks wolf-whistled and touched her
somewhere he shouldn't have, and I flew around ready to kill. I
begged the guy to follow me outside and if it weren't for her
clingin' to me so tightly, I know I would probably be in jail now
and jail ain't keepin' me from her. But, she recognized all the male
posturing and planted such a kiss on me that I can still feel it on
my lips even weeks later. I loved it so much when she told that
creep she had more than enough man with me.
So, I got territory, an ample food source, and my woman. You might
wonder what Wolverine does to keep her by his side and rival males at
a distance. I did mention she likes lots of sex, right? I feel more
at ease in crowds knowin' she's got my scent all over her. Anytime I
feel threatened or some asshole decides to take his chances, I pull
her close and wish his senses were as heightened as mine are.
Kissin' her while watchin' my adversary usually is enough to send the
opponent walkin'. Sometimes, I gotta resort to more drastic
measures. I will pull her away from a rival and take her someplace
more secluded and give her a quickie. And when we return, she's
marked as mine - all over her body.
One thing I find really cool is waking up with her at my side. She
sleeps so peacefully with her arm draped over me and restin' her head
on my chest. I can lay there for hours just watchin' her listening
to her soft breathing and occasional purrs. Many times she looks
like she's smilin' and I certainly hope it's `cause of me. And every
day I am glad she's here with me.
OK, I can meet all the basic needs. But, I am surrounded by
civilized men. First off, I started moving away from being so primal
and becoming a bit more civilized.
The civilized man marries his girl, and that's what I did. Kurt did
the honors since he was the only one with any real religious
background. Yulanda, her best friend, was Danielle's maid of honor
and Cyke stood up for me. Chuck played father of the bride since we
all kinda think of him that way. Our witnesses were all the other
residents of the school.
What was embarrassing for me was our first dance - in the middle of
the courtyard, in front of all the residents, and to a song by
Richard Marx. The whole affair was nice, but I couldn't wait to tear
that damned dress off her. She had way too much fabric between me
So now, legally she's mine and my next step into civilization is
fatherhood. Ok, this is something I am unsure about handlin'. I
always was careful about who I messed around with. Heightened senses
come in handy when it comes to sex. I could tell instantly if a
woman was near what I like to refer to as `danger time'. She could
throw herself at me all she wants and I am gonna run like a dog with
his tail between his legs. I'd rather pleasure myself before takin'
a chance and guys, ya can't count on condoms doin' the job. Getting
lucky wasn't worth that risk. Guess it's cause a part of me wouldn't
want some kid not knowin' who his dad was. Maybe its `cause I don't
even remember my own childhood and my parents, whoever they were.
But, Panther's expectin' now my kid and shit, am I scared. I am
glad she's got that healin' thing cause she don't have mornin'
sickness. I listen to her whine about bein' uncomfortable sometimes
and try my best to be understandin'.
I still am wonderin' how I am gonna deal with a kid. I never thought
myself the type to be a good father, but Panther says I got tons of
potential. She says she saw enough with the way I am with Marie. I
don't dare tell her some of that fatherly protection of Marie had
hidden feelings. But, I am gettin' more protective of Panther. I am
on guard even more strongly than before. Hell, a part of me is
growin' in her. Guess we all will see if I can pass that next test