Domination
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Het - Male/Female › Logan/Mystique
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
7,342
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Domination
This is the sequel to Favorite Things, and let me just say that I did a great job NOT developing the characters at all. Oh well. I know that Logan and Mystique aren't favorites for most people, but any reviews--and yes, flames--are welcome. By the way, this is a pretty graphic story, so cover your eyes if you're underage.
And we begin...
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Three days had passed since Logan had spent the night with Mystique, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Thing was, he wasn’t sure how he felt about the whole incident. It had been great—no, incredible, really—but she was a member of the Brotherhood, and he wasn’t confident that their relationship was anything close to a good idea.
It isn’t a relationship, of course, he reassured himself. Closer to a one-night stand than anything else. But if that was the case, why couldn’t he get that damned shapeshifter out of his mind? Three days and he was still falling asleep to the memory of her warm, serpentine body beneath his, the sound of her soft moans, the scent of their mingled sweat. God, she’d been good.
He came downstairs, cigar in tow. Rogue stopped him at the foot of the stairs, smiling impishly. “Y’know ya aren’t s’posda smoke cigars inside, Logan.”
“What?” Logan shook his head as if to clear it. He hadn’t even seen Rogue in front of him, but there she was, gazing upwards with that sweet, cherubic grin.
“Oh. Oh yeah.” He snuffed the cigar in his palm, wincing. “Sorry, hon.”
Rogue followed him as he walked towards the dining area. “There somethin’ wrong, Logan? Y’seem a little out of it. Like for a few days now, y’ haven’t seemed quite like y’self…”
Logan never could take personal probes. Within seconds the shields of his psyche were up and he had turned on his heel in the other direction.
“I’m fine,” he snapped. And as he retreated he could feel Rogue’s eyes burning suspiciously at the back of his head—not literally, of course, that was that bastard Scott’s job—and instantly regretted his curt response. He loved the girl—he really did—and so there was simply no way to tell her about Mystique.
Just as I was starting to warm up to these people, he mused pensively. Soon I’ll be on the outside all over again.
At the Brotherhood, Mystique was sharing an similarly awkward morning with Magneto. He had refused to talk to her for two full days after Logan had come, and so it was only today that he’d begun to chastise her for what he referred to as “your rash decision”. She was initially relieved to hear his voice again, scornful and venomous as it was, but in a very short time that relief had been replaced by anger just as vicious as Magneto’s.
“I’m not discussing this with you any longer, Erik.”
“Aren’t you? It seems like we still have a good deal to discuss. Tell me, Raven, what do the words ‘traitor to the cause’ mean to you?”
Mystique leaned across the table, glaring at him with her glittery yellow eyes. “For the last time, I am not a traitor. He came for one reason and I gave it to him willingly. I still believe in the Brotherhood and I didn’t share any of our secrets. In fact, we were too busy fucking to talk.” Magneto winced almost imperceptibly and Mystique continued. “And I’ll tell you something else—I don’t regret it because he…was…good.” She drew this last word out in a mocking hiss, leaning so far forward that her lips were inches from Magneto’s.
He slapped her and left the table, his hands curled into fists.
Mystique laughed and called after him. “I’m sorry that we woke you up, darling.”
Magneto was not used to this humiliation. He still considered Mystique to be his, something of a concubine, a companion with very useful abilities. For twenty years she had been by his side, her technical skills, athleticism, and morphing abilities an invaluable boon to the successful execution of his numerous plans. She believed in the cause once, he thought morosely, sitting in his bedroom later that day. And now she’s…engaging herself with the X-Men. Fraternizing, yes. A traitor. He bit his lip ‘til he tasted blood, then occupied himself with propelling various metal objects around the room in a furious cyclone.
And we begin...
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Three days had passed since Logan had spent the night with Mystique, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Thing was, he wasn’t sure how he felt about the whole incident. It had been great—no, incredible, really—but she was a member of the Brotherhood, and he wasn’t confident that their relationship was anything close to a good idea.
It isn’t a relationship, of course, he reassured himself. Closer to a one-night stand than anything else. But if that was the case, why couldn’t he get that damned shapeshifter out of his mind? Three days and he was still falling asleep to the memory of her warm, serpentine body beneath his, the sound of her soft moans, the scent of their mingled sweat. God, she’d been good.
He came downstairs, cigar in tow. Rogue stopped him at the foot of the stairs, smiling impishly. “Y’know ya aren’t s’posda smoke cigars inside, Logan.”
“What?” Logan shook his head as if to clear it. He hadn’t even seen Rogue in front of him, but there she was, gazing upwards with that sweet, cherubic grin.
“Oh. Oh yeah.” He snuffed the cigar in his palm, wincing. “Sorry, hon.”
Rogue followed him as he walked towards the dining area. “There somethin’ wrong, Logan? Y’seem a little out of it. Like for a few days now, y’ haven’t seemed quite like y’self…”
Logan never could take personal probes. Within seconds the shields of his psyche were up and he had turned on his heel in the other direction.
“I’m fine,” he snapped. And as he retreated he could feel Rogue’s eyes burning suspiciously at the back of his head—not literally, of course, that was that bastard Scott’s job—and instantly regretted his curt response. He loved the girl—he really did—and so there was simply no way to tell her about Mystique.
Just as I was starting to warm up to these people, he mused pensively. Soon I’ll be on the outside all over again.
At the Brotherhood, Mystique was sharing an similarly awkward morning with Magneto. He had refused to talk to her for two full days after Logan had come, and so it was only today that he’d begun to chastise her for what he referred to as “your rash decision”. She was initially relieved to hear his voice again, scornful and venomous as it was, but in a very short time that relief had been replaced by anger just as vicious as Magneto’s.
“I’m not discussing this with you any longer, Erik.”
“Aren’t you? It seems like we still have a good deal to discuss. Tell me, Raven, what do the words ‘traitor to the cause’ mean to you?”
Mystique leaned across the table, glaring at him with her glittery yellow eyes. “For the last time, I am not a traitor. He came for one reason and I gave it to him willingly. I still believe in the Brotherhood and I didn’t share any of our secrets. In fact, we were too busy fucking to talk.” Magneto winced almost imperceptibly and Mystique continued. “And I’ll tell you something else—I don’t regret it because he…was…good.” She drew this last word out in a mocking hiss, leaning so far forward that her lips were inches from Magneto’s.
He slapped her and left the table, his hands curled into fists.
Mystique laughed and called after him. “I’m sorry that we woke you up, darling.”
Magneto was not used to this humiliation. He still considered Mystique to be his, something of a concubine, a companion with very useful abilities. For twenty years she had been by his side, her technical skills, athleticism, and morphing abilities an invaluable boon to the successful execution of his numerous plans. She believed in the cause once, he thought morosely, sitting in his bedroom later that day. And now she’s…engaging herself with the X-Men. Fraternizing, yes. A traitor. He bit his lip ‘til he tasted blood, then occupied himself with propelling various metal objects around the room in a furious cyclone.