Deception

Title: Deception

Rated: NC-17

Summary: Alternate X-Men Universe: Ororo Munroe, assassin, is hired

to kill Logan, (a.k.a. Wolverine) a former assassin and current

member of the mutant team X-Men.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Marvel does. :(

Though, I do like to have my fun with them. But it's just fun, so

don't sue...please.

Feedback: Yes, that would be lovely.







Storm opens the door slowly, it's late but Logan hasn't returned

yet. He won't for awhile still she suspects. Last she had seen of

him he had been on his way to Xavier's office, with Cyclops in tow.

She smiles to herself and moves to his large bathroom that Xavier

had provided. She moves to the bathtub and runs the warm water,

making a deep bath.



Then she moves out to sit on Logan's bed to await his return. Storm

knows Logan is upset by the days events and would need something to

take his mind off of it. Off of losing a friend. She knew what that

was like, and she felt for him. So, what better way to take

someone's mind off a tragic event then a little sex. Logan wouldn't

be able to turn her down.



And if she is truly honest with herself, she knows she's not here

for him at all. She had lost something earlier too. The only people

she knew and cared about. The Brotherhood had been everything she

had known...everyone she had known that was left...and now it's

gone. She can't go back now. She's all alone...except...maybe this

Logan. She felt something with him. Some kind of connection. None of

these X-Men cared to be near her. None of them trust her. They are

all scared she will try something. But Logan, she knows that he had

been through a similar experience and that connection...she needs

it. She doesn't want to go through the night alone. She's already

made plans on leaving here soon...find something else...but her last

memories of this place could be somewhat decent.



Awhile passes and she waits until finally the sounds of the doorknob

turning alert her. Logan steps through the door, glances up at her

with a lack of surprise showing on his rough face. Most likely

having smelt her before he entered the room. Logan frowns and closes

the door.



"What do you want?" he asks roughly.



Storm smiles and sits up, crossing her legs smoothly over the other.

Her short skirt exposing her chocolate colored thighs.



"I thought you might need to talk." she says.



Logan snorts, "Talk? To YOU?"



"Well, you could use some company," She replies, not letting him

side step her.



Logan crosses the room and throws his keys on the nightstand next to

Storm. "I don't need your company. Get out."



"I drew you a warm bath," Storm continues, not moving a muscle from

her position on the bed, just watching him as he moves about the

room, doing his, what she supposes, normal routine. He pulls his

jacket off his broad shoulders and drops it on a chair.



"I don't need it."



"Yes, you do," she says. She stands up in front of him. "It's been a

long day. You've lost--"



Logan's eyes suddenly flash and he grabs her wrists and growls, "Get

out of here!" She doesn't flinch or snap back, she knows neither

will work. Instead she stares right back into his eyes.





"I'm only trying to help," she says.



"Why?" Logan asks and pushes her away from him. "You didn't give a

shit before."



"Please, Logan, you're upset," Storm says softly, moving closer to

him.



"She didn't have to die!!!" he yells. Then he turns away, mumbling

angrily to himself.



Storm shakes her head and asks, "So, are you blaming me?

Or...yourself?"



Logan's entire body tenses but he doesn't reply. Instead he

says, "They're letting you run loose around here, eh?" The sudden

subject change surprises Storm.



"Yes, they are." she answers.



Logan turns to look her up and down with a smirk. "Didn't think they

would. Ol' One Eye doesn't trust ME too far."



"Why not?"



"He thinks I'm in league with you and the damn Brotherhood." Storm

laughs at this. The poor man wasn't trusted by anybody, even his

closest friends. Logan suddenly frowns, and Storm notices the alert,

hard look in his eyes, as if he had said something he hadn't meant

to say. Storm knows enough about Logan to realize he's very

secretive about himself and his relationships...so she guesses he

had revealed something he hadn't wanted to reveal.



"That's a nice get up you got on," he remarks and she smiles. It was

a topic change she's willing to follow. She has on a beautifully

tight shirt cut open at the bosom, exposing just enough cleavage to

make a man want to investigate further. A little skirt to show off

most of her long legs.



"Wore it just for you," she says softly.



"Did you?" he asks, his eyebrow quirking up.



"Well, it is Jean's, she is a little small..." she glances down at

her chest and shrugs. She watches as Logan's eyes follow hers and he

smiles slowly before nodding.



"I guess you're right," he says. His smiles fades and he turns away

suddenly. "You need to go, Storm."



Storm shakes her head then grabs his shoulders. He tenses and she

can feel the hard muscles twitch under her fingers.



"Look, Logan, we both know what this is. You're hurt, alone, and

nobody trusts you. Same here, big man. I have nobody left anymore.

For once, we aren't playing this game. Don't tell me you want me to

leave. This is our good bye."



Logan's shoulders slowly relax and he lets out a deep breath. "Yeah."



She leans close to his ear and whispers, "I need you tonight, Logan."

He turns and looks into her eyes, gray eyes warmer then she had ever

seen them before. He had always stayed alert, ready to strike when

she was around. But now, he was at ease, or at least not ready to

slice her neck at the slightest warning.



"Look, Storm--" he begins.



"Ororo," she interjects.



"What?" he asks, confused.



"My name. My real name is Ororo, Logan," she answers with a smile.



"Ororo?" he asks, as if he were trying to place the original of a

name such as that. She only nods, not wanting to let him know

anymore about her, he knew enough now. He smirks and says, "Well,

Ororo, this isn't...this can't be nothin' serious, ya know that

right? This ain't no turnin' point."



Storm laughs and kisses him once, shortly. "Oh, I am not foolish. I

know you love someone else." His body tenses again against

hers. "I've seen you two together. Jean Grey, she doesn't realize

what she's turning down." Again she smiles. "Besides, you are not my

type," she says, though short, broad, hairy, and angry weren't so

looked down upon anymore.



"I ain't?" he asks, a chuckle over taking him. "Coulda fooled me."



Storm runs a hand down his chest, "I fool a lot of people."



"I've noticed," he says. She moves closer but he takes a step back.



"Is the Wolverine nervous?" she asks, grinning into his eyes.



He gives a rough laugh, "Nervous? Why would I be nervous?"



She shrugs and runs a finger down the center of his chest this time

instead of her hand. "Maybe because you are going to miss me." Logan

wrinkles his brows at her so she continues. "Or just that you don't

want to leave here. You don't want any good-byes, am I wrong?"



"You think you're smart don`t ya?" he asks, smiling slightly.



"I know I'm smart," she replies. Then pulls Logan's shirt up over

his head, but not off his wrists. She pulls it down in front of him,

getting a good grip on the shirt. She smiles, eyeing Logan's thick

chest and the rough hair moving down it. "Would like your bath or

would like your bed?" she asks.



"The bed looks mighty comfy," his voice is low, rumbling up from his

throat.



Storm pulls him toward the bed, watching the grin in his eyes.





****************





Xavier is sitting up in a large overly comfortable bed. One he liked

because it took the strain out of his back each night after sitting

up in his wheelchair for the entire day. And because it was easy to

just fall on the soft cushion of the mattress and fall straight to

sleep, despite the constant bombardment of thoughts and emotions

coming at him. He had become an expert at blocking them out and had

long ago lost the need to fight for sleep. But tonight, he didn't

seem able to get to that place.



His mind is troubled. The feeling of a rift amongst his X-Men making

him worry. Feelings and trusts were broken over the last few days

and he was unsure if his students would be able to cope.



Scott mostly, had made it clear to him how he felt on what was going

on. He didn't like the idea of having a man as dangerous as Logan

around the school, around the children. With his temper, his

strength, and his seemingly short loyalties. Scott had no trust for

Logan and wanted him out of the school.



Jean was quieter in her feelings, but Xavier can always tell what's

bothering her. They had that connection as telepaths. She had always

felt something for Logan, he knew, and she still does. But the

thought that the attraction she felt could be based on lies is

unsettling to her. She didn't quite know how to deal with the

situation. And she isn't too fond of Storm. Especially with the fact

that she had tried to kill Logan.



Xavier himself is at a loss on how to handle the situation without

making it any worse. Scott won't except anything less then Logan

leaving. Jean will be upset either way. Rogue will be distraught.

She had never believed any of the rumors about Logan to begin with.

The rest of the students will be upset at seeing the adults upset.

Xavier wants to believe in Logan, but with his and Storm's knack for

fending off telepaths he found it difficult to be certain.



He likes Logan, felt he could help him. That Logan is looking for

help even if he won't admit it. He wants to help Logan, find

answers, find his past, find himself. He had a feeling there was a

truly good man hidden under the rough exterior of Logan's persona.

And he felt he could help Logan find that man. To find the purpose

to his life he has been searching so long for.



But now, so much has happened. So much he couldn't fix. If Logan has

been truthful then in so many ways he was betrayed by them. One year

of his spent thinking he was a part of something, a part of a group,

a family. And one doubt, one appearance from his past tears that all

apart. Showing the suspicion that had been there all along. Scott

had always been weary of Logan, and now this brought enough doubt to

allow him to take a firm stand on the subject. Even the love that

had evolved in him for Jean was not enough to hide the doubt she now

had about him. And Xavier knew he was not innocent in this. He had

shown hesitation and doubt when it came to handling the rescue of

Logan. Logan had become an X-Man, but that hesitation when it came

down to it...was Logan ever really an X-Man? Had they ever allowed

him to really become a part of the group? Had he ever belonged? Had

he a purpose?



Xavier could see Logan working with these issues and felt sick with

himself. How could he be so untrusting? Except for the beginning,

Logan had never faltered in his loyalties after that.



And Storm, she seemed to be turning onto the right path, if she was

to be trusted. But, strangely, everyone seemed to have less fear of

her then they did of Logan. She seems to have gotten on with

everyone except Logan during her time here, even if she stayed

mostly separate from the others.



Xavier sighs deeply and closes his eyes, trying to concentrate on

sleep. He couldn't hold anyone here, even though it would be a true

loss if either Storm or Logan left, if not both. He knew that Logan

most likely would. Xavier knew of his needs to get out of situations

for awhile, to let the dust settle before he decided on what to

do...well, he acted that way when it came to emotions or problems he

couldn't physically change. And the school had no hold on Storm, if

she chose to leave, she chose to leave.



But the thought he'd lose two good people made him a little upset.

Two good people looking for a place to belong but couldn't anywhere.





*************





Logan smiles up at Storm...Ororo...and lets her settle herself over

him. His hands are tied to the bedpost above his head by his own t-

shirt but that didn't bother him. They both knew he could break from

it at any moment, it's the thought that matters. He knew she was

scared...scared to leave...scared to be losing everything she knew,

and this was her way of coping with it. By making sure he stayed

put...for at least the moment. How or why he believed this, was

beyond him, he just...felt it.



"The mighty Wolverine at my mercy?" she grins, laughing a bit while

pulling her shirt up over her head, revealing more chocolate colored

flesh and a white, lacy bra enclosing soft, firm breasts. "What

shall I do with you?"



Logan chuckles, "Do your worst, darlin'."



She shifts against him, pushing against his crotch and smirks at his

warning growl. She settles and runs a couple fingers down the sides

of his chest over his ribcage. Her fingers are so hot against his

skin, he bares his teeth. Her nails press against his skin as she

moves her hands back up.



She places her lips to his chest, kissing it softly. Looking up and

locking eyes with him as she runs her mouth down his body. Slowly,

against his nipple then to his stomach. He watches her, his hands

balling into fists from trying not to break out the hold on them and

touch her. She runs her hands down his jean clad thighs, pushing

into the muscle and slowly rubbing against him until her mouth

reaches the line where his skin disappears into his jeans. Pushing

her palm against his crotch he gasps and pushes up with her. Ororo

smiles, laughing quietly, then uses the waist of his jeans to pull

herself back up his body.



She lays overtop of him and he lets out a pant just as her face

comes up to his. Their eyes meet directly and he finds it hard to

think of anything other then how deeply blue they are. That they

mesmerize and promise far too much. She smiles down at him and his

eyes move to her mouth.



"Have we ever done this?" she asks quietly, her voice soft and

breathy.



"What?" his voice is rough but he doesn't give a shit.





"This?" she says again and leans down and presses her lips to his.

Softly at first until neither of them can take it anymore and push

it harder. Until they can taste each other and their tongues run

smoothly over each other. At first, Logan didn't understand what

she was talking about, but as the kiss grew longer and he realized

that he didn't want to stop. That they hadn't done this before.

That this was their first REAL kiss. The others were just frenzied

lust and need, nothing more. This had something attached to it.

Something neither of them can take away now.



Much too soon, Ororo breaks away, her smile soft on her

lips. "That," she says.



Logan shakes his head slowly, "I don't think we had."



He pushes upward and takes her mouth in his again, needing the

warmth and feeling the kiss provides. Someway in it he realizes

she's unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down his hips.



Then she is pulling away from his mouth and moving down his body

again. Her hand pulls his cock out of his jeans and he closes his

eyes at the warmth. He takes a deep breath, the scent of her

strengthening the sensation and he growls. He hears her lick her

lips before her mouth encloses the head of him. His arms tense and

ache and he pushes his fingers into his palms to try and keep them

from breaking out of their hold.



Ororo runs her tongue up his length and the warm wetness it feels

good, so good. He stretches slightly, pushing his hips to a more

comfortable position as she goes down on him. He lets himself fall

into the feeling and watches with lust lidded eyes as she moves on

him, her mouth making him slick. It's a slow process because he

holds back on her, smiling at seeing that she isn't getting tired,

actually enjoying it.



His body quivers, his muscles seeming to follow like a wave from his

cock, tensing and flexing all the way up and down his body and he

groans, pushing up into Ororo's mouth. She moans around him and

puts her hands on his hips, pushing him back down to the bed.



"Fuck..." he curses as she does something wicked with her tongue and

sends another shudder across his body. "Fuck, `Ro," he says before

she forces it out of him, he comes with a growl into her mouth and

she takes it, making him want to just stay in this moment...right

here...forever. Finally, though, his body can't handle it and he

falls back, breathing harshly and watching with a fascination as

Ororo licks his head one last time before crawling back up his body.



"Did you just call me, `Ro?" she asks.



Logan huffs a laugh and pushes his arms upward, flexing his fingers

to crack them and work the tense muscles out of

cramping. "Ororo...that's a tongue twister, darlin'."



She smiles and leans down to kiss him. The first thing he tastes is

himself on her lips and it makes him growl. His taste on her lips

is indescribable. He pushes his tongue into her mouth and pushes his

body up until he feels the slight pressure on his wrists. But

instead of ripping out too far, his arms just move apart and rip the

shirt apart right down the middle. Logan grabs the back of her head

and holds her to him, kissing her brutally. She catches his other

hand in hers and moves it down to her thigh.



Logan growls into her mouth and runs his hand up her thigh, pulling

her skirt up with it. And with a quick *SNIKT* he slices through the

delicate fabric of her white, almost thong-like, panties. She gasps

slightly at the feeling and the fact that he has a claw out and

tenses until the claw retracts with a *SNAFKT* sound that resonates

through the room over their quick breaths and pants.



Ororo pushes her mouth against his again and doesn't wait before

settling herself above him then pushing down around him.



"Shit!" he growls and grabs her hips, letting her take the lead and

move, causing a slow, smooth rhythm. Logan mouths her neck, letting

his tongue move under her jaw and his teeth move across her skin

gently. Ororo moans and moves faster on him.



He pushes two fingers against her slowly which makes her shudder and

moan his name before she picks up the rhythm again. Logan feels

himself on the edge, his vision sharp and sense of smell picking up

everything. He can hear every pant, every whispered curse, every

slap of flesh on flesh, the sweat moving down both their bodies.



Ororo shifts against him suddenly and moans, pushing him back, he

falls so he's laying on the bed staring straight up at her. He

notices a bead of sweat on the tip of her top lip and that seems

like the only thing he can focus on as it holds on through Ororo's

movements. He can hear her panting his name over and over and feel

her raking her nails on his hips. Until her tongue reaches out and

runs smoothly over her lip and takes the bead of sweat with her.



Logan's body tenses then, his hips piston upwards and Ororo cries

out. Logan stills and she continues to move on him, riding him and

herself out through their orgasms. Logan feels her hot around him

and shaking in pleasure and it only helps bring him off even more

dramatically. His orgasm rushing through him like a runaway freight

train. A growl erupts from his throat and he only keeps enough

control to keep his claws from sliding out of his hands.



Moments later, after each of them had come back to a certain state

of mind, Ororo falls to the bed next to him and sighs loudly. Logan

closes his eyes and breaths in deeply, loving the scent of sex in

the air.



"Damn Wolverine," she says with a laugh. Logan grunts and settles

against the mattress. He doesn't open his eyes and doesn't

respond. He stays silent, not wanting to break from this at the

moment. It's a nice feeling he didn't get too often as Ororo sighs

again and turns over on the bed, wrapping her arm over his waist and

pushes her face into the crook of his neck. He feels the heat of

her breath on his neck as she slowly falls into a deep sleep and he

lets himself drift off as well. Knowing very well that this was

most likely the last he would see of her and this school.





****************





Ororo wakes to the bright morning sun bright in the window and

shifts in the large bed. Her arms and legs spread wide and a

crooked smile on her face. Then, suddenly realizing something, she

opens her eyes and sees what she had been hoping since last night

wouldn't come. She's alone.



"Damn, Wolverine," she curses and sits up on the ruffled bed. "You

could have at least said good-bye."



She doesn't bother in trying to look for him. She knows the answer,

he's gone. Ororo knew he was planning on leaving today. Just last

night happened, and she had hoped for something...some type of

recognition of her existence. She sighs angrily and stands out of

the bed, moving across the room naked and taking in the heat of the

sun on her back. A fresh breeze blows across the room from the

slightly open window, bringing the smell of freshly cut grass and

pollen to her nose. She smiles and enters the bathroom.



She looks around for any sign that Logan had ever even existed in

this room, but there is none. He had few belongings and cherished

those far too much to leave them behind, she knew that about the

man. But she did notice the water from the bath she had made is

gone and then she sees a piece of paper laying on the faucet at the

sink. She picks it up, fingering the paper and her name written on

the front. She smiles to herself and opens it.





`Ro



Not much on this kind of thing, but thanks. Thanks for last

night. Thanks for a lot of things. I had to take off though. Too

much drama in this place for a guy like me. You were right, it was

our good-bye and lets keep it that way. Keep what good thoughts we

can of each other, eh, darlin'?



The bath was great, little cold though. Heh. It's the

thought that matters though, eh? Charley wants to talk before I go,

so I have to quit this letter thing. Have a nice life and keep out

of Brotherhood hands. They aren't any good to anybody.



Logan





Ororo sets the letter down and sighs. Guess that's the last of

him.



She steps into the shower and cleans herself before putting on the

one real outfit she had taken from Jean and grabbing Logan's letter,

she steps out of her room. She moves through the school, not

wanting to meet anybody. This is it for her as well.



She makes it to the garage unnoticed and looks over the assortment

of cars, some hot-rod like, some sleek and new, some old and broken

still in mid-repair. She picks one randomly, an old mustang, and

smiles as she gets inside. She leans down and puts her finger to

the keyhole and letting a shock of lightening run from her finger

through the slot and the car until with a shudder it starts.



Ororo takes the wheel and drives out of the garage, never giving the

school a backward glance.



:::Goodbye, Ororo::: a voice sounds in her head and she frowns as

Xavier laughs. :::Do not be a stranger, and I'd stay away from

Logan for awhile if I were you. He needs his time alone.:::



Ororo shakes her head and says out loud, "I am not going anywhere

near that man."



All she gets in return is Xavier's soft laughter and another

farewell and good wishes. Ororo laughs, as she drives away. That

has to be the only place where you can try to kill one of their

team, threaten the life of the other team members and steal a car

and still be sent off with a happy farewell.





The End.