New Blood II: Growing Ranks

New Blood
Chapter 11: Rivals

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Hellfire Manor

Logan had just finished teaching a combat training class with the new pawns. He was in a rare good mood because he finally saw some real progress with those kids. They had been in the Hellfire Club for a number of months now and they were really growing into their new roles with the organization. Especially after their first mission, he noticed a change in their mentality. They were more willing to take on harder task and learn more lethal fighting tactics. He was never exactly kid-friendly, but these weren’t kids in his eyes. Alex, Lorna, Bobby, Jubilee, Sam, Kitty, Roberto, and Tabitha were growing into their own. Some were growing more than others and some were growing a bit too much in some ways. But that was another story.

With training done, he had a free night ahead of him. For once he wasn’t going to go over the mountains of documents he still had stacked in his room. He was going to try and unwind a bit. He already got himself a glass of hard liquor and was halfway done with it. But booze alone wouldn’t make this night complete. If he was going to make the most of this free night, he was going to need some company. He could have easily summoned an army of Hellfire women to do his bidding, but he wasn’t in the mood for that tonight. There was only one woman he wanted to spend the night with and that was Jean Grey.

As he made his way towards her quarters, the former living weapon grinned at how things had come along with her these past few months. Once he was settled into his role as the Hellfire Club’s combat instructor and assassin, Jean didn’t have to spend time showing him the ropes anymore. They could just spend all their time hanging out, having sex, and enjoying each others’ company. The more he was around her the more certain he was of his feelings for her. He was really beginning to think he was in love with this woman. Even though she was still with Scott and often spoke highly of their relationship, he suspected she was attracted to him. It wasn’t quite as serious as his feelings were for her, but it was a good sign.

He still clashed with Scott and rarely did a week go by when they didn’t get into at least one fight. It became somewhat of a spectacle for the others. The running joke around the manor was that part of their training routine was yelling at each other. It wasn’t that far from the truth, but Logan could care less. The only one who didn’t seem to brush it off was Mystique, who he also developed a steady friendship with after that night in the strip club. She was the only other person besides Jean he could relate to and he still hadn’t forgotten the advice she gave him that night. But tonight wasn’t about following advice. It was about spending time with Jean.

When he reached her quarters he noticed her door was cracked open. With his drink still in hand he knocked on it slightly and opened it.

“Hey Jeannie, what’s goin’…oh,” he said, immediately cutting himself off upon seeing her.

She wasn’t in her Hellfire uniform. She was in her more publicly appropriate attire, which consisted of skin tight black leather pants and a tight fitting dark gray shirt. She was also wearing her best makeup and had her special purse with her that contained her magic supplies. Whenever she dressed like this it usually meant she was going out. And whenever she wore her best lipstick it usually meant she was going out with someone in particular that he didn’t like.

“Hello Logan. Did the training session with the others end early?” she asked.

“Yep, which is why I was lookin’ for you. I figured since I got a free night we could do something. But it looks like you’ve already got plans,” he said, taking in her appearance.

“Yes, I’m going out with Scott,” she said, smiling with excitement, “It’s that time of the week again and we’re spending the night together.”

“An entire night with Summers? Sounds like such a blast,” said Logan, his words dripping with sarcasm.

He gulped down the rest of his drink at once. His good mood officially shifted. Every week this happened. She went out with Scott for some ‘private time’ as they called it. It usually lasted all night and they were always tired in the morning, leaving a pretty clear hint about what they did. Logan never liked it and tried to work around it. But it still bothered him.

Jean just sighed and rolled her eyes. She knew Logan and Scott didn’t get along and that Logan didn’t care much for her relationship with Scott. She also knew Logan’s affection for her was getting a little deeper. She never expected it when she reached out to him, but there were times she saw he was really infatuated with her. It put her in quite a position because she was in love with Scott. But he wouldn’t accept that.

“Please don’t give me that look, Logan,” she told him.

“What look?” he said after swallowing his drink.

“That look you always give me whenever I say I’m going out with Scott,” said Jean strongly, “You’ve been here long enough to know that it happens. Every week for the last four years Scott and I have been doing it. Why can’t you get over it?”

“Excuse me for not ignoring something that bugs the hell out of me,” he replied dryly, “Damn it, Jeannie, you’re too good for a guy like Summers! Why do you keep on doin’ it?”

“Because I love him, Logan. I really do love him. Haven’t I made that clear enough?” said Jean in an almost desperate tone.

“If you love him so much then why are you so attracted to me?” he retorted.

“Logan, please…”

“I’m serious, Jeannie,” said Logan, moving in closer.

Jean tried to look away, not wanting to have this conversation right now. But Logan wouldn’t let her turn away. He cupped her chin and turned her face back towards him so he could look her in the eye.

“Why do we gotta keep goin’ through the motions? You know how much you mean to me. Why can’t you admit you feel something too?”

“I…I do feel for you, Logan,” she conceded, “You’re special to me and I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you since you got here. But those feelings are different.”

“Are they?” he questioned, “They sure don’t feel different.”

“They are different Logan. I know how I feel about Scott and I know how I feel about you. Scott’s the one for me. He always has been.”

“You sure about that?” he said skeptically.

“Yes, Logan, I’m sure.”

“Then why do I believe you less and less every time you say that?”

Jean sighed and diverted her gaze again. She didn’t want to hurt this man, but she couldn’t keep leading him on. She could sense how deeply he felt for her. He didn’t hide it well and she suspected he didn’t want to. Granted, there was some mutual attraction between them. It showed whenever they had sex and he was still one of her favorite partners besides Scott. But that’s as far as it went for her. She was in love with Scott Summers and that was all there was to it.

“I’m sorry, Logan, but this is how I feel,” she told him, “I wish I could put it into words, but that’s just not possible. Scott is my lover. You’re my close friend. That’s just how it is.”

Jean wouldn’t let this conversation go on any further. She gathered the rest of her things and walked right past Logan even though he never took his eyes off her. She could sense there was a lot more he wanted to say, but she didn’t give him the chance. She didn’t want to risk saying the wrong thing. In a place like the Hellfire Club the wrong thing could lead to grave consequences. She often found silence worked best. So she ignored those feelings Logan kept projecting and left. It was a little cold, but she was a woman of the Hellfire Club. This is how she did things and this was how it had to be.

But even after she left, Logan lingered. He hated how Jean sounded so certain yet he picked up such strong signals from her. Maybe those signals were just part of her being such a passionate woman, but he believed there was more to it. He couldn’t explain it. He just knew it. It didn’t do him a lot of good though. Jean was brushing him off to spend the night with Scott. Even if she didn’t share his feelings for her, it stung knowing she would be giving all her love to someone so undeserving.

Shaking his head in exasperation, Logan left her room in search of another drink. It looked like he was going to have to find another way to spend his night. Maybe Raven could keep him company, although she had been a little busy with her son lately. But that was an issue he didn’t dare touch. He had enough to deal with on his own.

But upon stepping out into the hall, he found someone waiting for him casually leaning against the wall. It was none other than the ever present Emma Frost.

“Wow, and they say I’m cold hearted,” she laughed, “She just blew you off so she could have a free night with Scott. You must feel pretty rotten right about now.”

“Put a sock in it, Frost,” muttered Logan, “I don’t wanna hear your snide comments right now.”

“What are you going to do? Just drown your sorrows in alcohol again while your hearts desire cuddles with someone you despise?”

“It usually does the trick,” he shrugged.

“Oh come now, that’s just pathetic!” said Emma strongly, “Since when does the former Weapon X just take it lying down?”

Emma was really pushing his buttons so Logan drew his claws and pointed them at her in a threatening manner.

“I told you, blondie, don’t ever call me that!” he bellowed.

“What would you rather go by? Mister Hopelessly Desperate?”

“Frost, I swear…”

But at this point, Emma held up her hands in defense. She figured she had made enough snide comments to get his attention.

“Relax, Logan, I’m not here just to bust your chops.”

“Sure got a strange way of showing it,” he muttered.

“It’s true,” she said in a more sincere tone, “I hung around because I figured you’d need someone to talk to after Jean shot you down. And if your irritability is any clue, it turns out I was right.”

“How thoughtful of you,” he said dryly, “And you think I’d want to talk to you of all people after that?”

“Why not? It’s not like I don’t understand your predicament. You’re not the only one who despise this time of the week, remember?”

Logan gave her that. She didn’t like seeing Jean leave with Scott for their ‘private time’ any more than he did. He couldn’t forget she still had a thing for Scott. Why she did was beyond him, but he never doubted that she was serious about it. She was just as sure as her feelings for him as he was his feelings for Jean. They spent their share of time together talking about it, but it was never usually productive. And ever since Mystique warned him about her he took everything she said with a grain of salt. But tonight she seemed different. She seemed very un-Emma like for once.

“So what do you want? You wanna get shit faced too?” said Logan.

“Oh please, like that ever works,” she scoffed, “I had something else in mind.”

“Is it the kind of thing that involves rockin’ beds and testing bed springs?”

“Tempting as that may be, I was thinking of something a bit more practical,” she said, “Tell me, Logan, how certain are you of your affection for Jean Grey?”

“Pretty damn certain, but what’s that got to do with anything?”

“Bear with me. Is it really that strong? Do you truly believe she’s the object of your heart’s desire?”

“Of course I believe it. I believe it as much as you believe Summers is your loving fuck toy.”

Emma rolled her eyes at his crass, but continued none-the-less.

“Then answer me this…have you ever seen Scott and Jean when they’re together? And I’m not talking about just exchanging those annoying little gestures. I’m referring to the time when they gaze at each other with that sickeningly deep look of affection.”

“I’m not sure. How would I know I have?” said Logan, still not seeing where this is going.

Emma groaned. This man was impossible. He really was ignorant in such matters.

“Let me be more specific…have you ever seen them make love?”

“Of course!” he laughed, “I’ve seen everybody hump just about everybody! Remember the last Halloween ritual Selene did?”

“That’s not the same thing,” she scorned, “I’m talking about in private. Have you ever watched them make love to each other?”

Logan wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but the look on her face was pretty serious. With Emma Frost that always entailed something more. She was rarely serious and usually snide and witty. This must have been a pretty serious issue for her. His curiosity heightened, he answered as she expected.

“Well when you put it like that…no, I haven’t,” he said.

Emma scoffed and diverted her gaze. Her expression then grew distant as memories from the past came rushing back.

“I have,” she said, “It was only once though and it was a year ago. I wasn’t planning on seeing it, but I did. And it left quite an impression.”

“How bad could it be?” scoffed Logan, “So they were humping. What’s the big deal?”

“It was more than that, I’m afraid.”

Emma took a deep breath as she prepared to tell her story. It wasn’t the most pleasant experience in her life. Even though she had seen dozens of people have sex in every conceivable way, this one stood out more than all the others. It’s part of what led her to her current predicament and why she was so bitter about it.

“It was in the middle of the week and it was late,” she began as she recounted the details, “Most of the other pawns had turned in for the night or had found something to occupy themselves. I thought it would be a good time to enjoy the spa since I would have it all to myself. But it turns out they had the same idea.”

Logan put two and two together from there and figured out the next part. But he let Emma continue so she could get to the point.

“I walked in on them when they were just getting warmed up. They weren’t just playing around in the pool or cuddling in the hot tub. In fact, they had a pretty elaborate setup. They cleared out the tables from the massage area and dimmed the lights. Then they setup a bed with these fancy red velvet sheets in the center and set up candles so it completely encircled the area.”

“Sounds like a corny way to be romantic,” commented Logan.

“Maybe so, but it worked,” said Emma, her dazed look not faltering, “At first I just snuck up, thinking it would be a fun little exercise in voyeurism. But when I got closer I saw something I had never seen before. The way they were holding each other…the way they were moving together…the way they looked at each other…it was something else. Don’t scoff because it sounds corny. I’m psychic. I could sense some of what they were experiencing. And it was really something.”

Logan studied her expression. He could see in her eyes the distinctive mark of a very vivid memory. It must have been something to stick out so strongly. He knew how that felt with all the intense memories he had even though much of it was wiped clean by Weapon X. But he was still skeptical.

“So what? They do it a little differently with each other. Ain’t that normal?” he said.

Emma cast him a harsh scorn.

“This wasn’t normal. I don’t know how long I watched, but at one point they just lay together in each others’ arms and whispered how much they loved one another. And I could feel they really meant it.”

“How can you be sure of that?”

“Trust me. I know from experience,” she said strongly, “I thought I had been in their position before, being so enamored with someone. Up until that point I was convinced all love was a fraud. But I saw then that it was true. It wasn’t just that they did it because I’ve seen them and others do it any number of times. It was how they did it in that moment that stood out.”

“And how did they do it?” asked Logan, now more curious than skeptical.

“I don’t know. I couldn’t put it into words if I tried,” she sighed, “I just remembered thinking about all the times I slept with Scott and how different he did it with me than he did with Jean. He never put that kind of feeling into it. Nobody did. And it never bothered me until I saw what it was like. I guess that’s when I really started feeling dejected. It was the moment when I realized how much he loved Jean more than me.”

There was a touch of sorrow in her tone, which was also rare for Emma. She was always so confident and poised no matter what came her way. But when it came to this issue she was as fragile as glass. Logan knew she dealt with a lot of bitterness like he had with Jean. But he never thought it could be this serious with her.

More than Emma’s state, it painted a somewhat bleak picture of his predicament. He was so sure that Jean felt the same way about him as he did for her that he never truly stopped to consider how she and Scott were connected. He never bothered to look into it because it disgusted him too much to really scrutinize it. But Emma had taken the time and as a psychic she probably felt more of it than he ever could. He didn’t quite know what to make of this, but he didn’t want to believe it.

“Let’s say I believe your story,” he told her, “That still doesn’t mean those two are right for each other.”

“So you believe my story, but doubt my insight?” said the blonde psychic snidely.

“Just because you can read thoughts and got no problem spying on people doesn’t make it right. For all I know what you described was just a boneheaded opinion.”

“Believe what you want, but it’s still true.”

“Whatever you say, Frost,” scoffed Logan, turning to walk away.

Now Emma was mad. She told Logan this story in hopes that he would get the right message from it. But he just brushed it off as if it didn’t matter. He didn’t seem to believe anything she told him anymore. She had to remind herself to yell at Mystique later when she got the chance. But she could still prove her point.

Before he got too far, she grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.

“Wait…you really won’t believe it no matter what I say, right?” she said.

“Let’s just say honesty ain’t never been one of your virtues,” quipped Logan.

“Point taken,” Emma conceded, “But that doesn’t mean that I’m wrong on this. I can prove it to you.”

“Oh yeah? How?”

The attractive blonde grinned mischievously. It was never a good sign. Even Logan knew that and he hadn’t been here nearly as long as the others. But he heard her out.

“Come with me,” she said, “We’ll follow those little love birds to their nest and you can see for yourself.”

“What? You mean spy on them?” laughed Logan.

“Oh please, don’t tell me you find that morally reprehensible with some of the things you’ve done since you’ve arrived.”

“That ain’t the point!” he said, shaking her hand off his shoulder, “Why are you so bent on me accepting those two?”

“That’s another story,” she said, “But even if I am leading you on, what’s the harm in seeing what you’re up against? It’ll give you perspective on something you don’t fully understand. And if you’re ever going to enhance your situation with Jean, shouldn’t you at least understand it?”

Emma wasn’t right that often, but when she was it was usually something big. Logan thought about it for a moment and in a way it made sense. He hadn’t really dug deep with Jeannie and Scott. He had been so focused on just getting close to her he never took the time to understand why she insisted on pushing him away and going to Scott. It never made sense to him. Maybe understanding it would yield him some new insight. It may even help him think of a way to work Jean over. Emma sure seemed convinced of it. But he had to be careful with her.

“Look at it this way…you’ll still get to see Jean naked tonight and I’ll get to see Scott.”

Logan smirked at her reasoning. Even when she was being serious, Emma still had a dirty mind.

“Fine, let’s do this. But how are we gonna get close enough?”

“Leave that to me,” she said confidently, “Just follow me. I know we’re they’re staying and I know how to get a front row seat to their escapades. I must warn you though it may get a little nauseating at times.”

“I’ll risk it,” said Logan.

“I hoped you would.”

It was settled. Logan was going to see for himself. Emma hoped he would. She had been looking for a chance to use his feelings for Jean to help her situation with Scott. She was convinced that once Logan saw what she had seen that night, his perspective would change. If he knew what they were up against he may be more willing to go the extra distance. That was something they would definitely need because Emma knew all too well the risks of love. It bit her once before in the past, but this time was going to be different. She would make sure of that.

Plaza Hotel

The Plaza Hotel had always been one of the most luxurious hotels in Manhattan. It had a nice view of Central Park, great service, and some of the finest amenities to high paying customers. Scott and Jean made sure they would have all of that tonight. Scott already called ahead to reserve their largest and most luxurious suite. It cost quite a bit since it was busy this time a year, but for the Hellfire Club it was a minor expense at best. And it would be well worth it in the end.

The hotel was in sight as Scott drove up in his red Ferrari. Jean was sitting next to him, her hand playfully stroking his lap. They had been silent for the most part during the drive. Occasionally they leaned in to exchange loving gestures. Their emotions and passions always became so charged on their special nights together. Whether they spent it at the manor or went out to some exotic location, every feeling seemed more profound. Tonight was no exception. They couldn’t wait to get to their room, get their clothes off, and spend the night making love. But tonight was about more than just celebrating the love that had grown so much over the past four years.

“It feels like it’s been forever since we did this,” said Jean, leaning over and resting on her lover’s shoulder.

“It always does,” said Scott with a smile, “But it’s always worth the wait too.”

“That it is,” she said.

She looked up at him with a warm smile, seeing in his eyes the love he had for her. It was remarkable to see given what they did at the Hellfire Club. But just because they embraced their inner darkness it didn’t mean they couldn’t still embrace the brighter side to life.

“I heard you were talking to Logan earlier,” said Scott, his tone shifting somewhat.

“I was, but we’re not going to get into that again, are we?” said Jean.

“No, but just out of curiosity what did he have to say?” he asked.

“Does it matter?”

“Humor me. I want to know,” he said seriously.

Jean sighed, trying not to let this damper the mood too much. She didn’t know why Scott was bringing it up, but she assumed it was for a reason.

“He said the same thing he always does. I’m really special to him and he appreciates everything I’ve done for him, but he also said he’s attracted to me and I’m attracted to him as well.”

“But you’re not, right?”

“Not in that way, of course. You’re the one I love, Scott,” said Jean with a reassuring smile, “But you already knew that. So why are you bringing it up again?”

“Because I just wanted to hear it again before I told you how sorry I am,” he said in a deep tone.

“Sorry for what, Scott?” she asked curiously.

“Sorry for being so pig headed about you spending time with him since he got here,” said Scott, taking a moment to hug her a little closer, “I know I was really vocal about it.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” she joked.

“Even so, I should have trusted you when the first time you said it. Because honestly, Jean, I was worried. I thought at one point that you might really have feelings for Logan. I thought that your love for me may start waning. But I understand now that I was wrong.”

“Took you long enough!” said Jean with a playful swat.

“I know. I know,” he said, smiling at her gesture, “I was just worried, you know? I love you so much, Jean. I’ve lost a lot of people I’ve loved in my life and I don’t want to lose you.”

“You never will, Scott. That I promise you,” she said strongly.

She leaned in to give him a kiss to further prove her sincerity. They shared another warm smile as the drove up to the front of the hotel. It was never easy having a relationship in the Hellfire Club. There were so many forces working against them. There was ever abundant sex from plenty of other willing partners and a rigorous kind of work that demanded killing and destruction. Yet through it all they made it work and it was nights like this that reminded them just how special their bond was.

“So do you forgive me?” asked Scott.

“Of course I do. But if you really want to make it up to me, do it tonight,” said Jean in a seductive tone.

“Oh you know I will, lover.”

They shared another affectionate gesture as they pulled up to the front of the hotel where the valets, bellboys, and a neatly dressed manager were waiting for them.

“Welcome Mr. Summers. Nice to see you again, Miss Grey,” said the manager, “You’re both looking well.”

“Thank you,” said Scott respectfully, “Is our suite ready?”

“Yes sir. We’ve arranged everything as you specified.”

“Good, and please make sure we are not disturbed during our stay,” added Jean.

“Of course, madam. I will see to it personally.”

Scott and Jean smiled and slipped him and the valets a generous tip. They had been here before so they knew what to expect. The valet drove off with the car and Scott and Jean linked arms as they followed the manager into the opulent hotel. As high class members of the Hellfire Club they didn’t need to wait in line, fill out paperwork, or anything of that sort. It had all been taken care of. It meant less time with the logistics and more time for each other. And they planned on making good use of this special night.

But just as Scott and Jean were following the manager into the hotel, Emma and Logan pulled up to the curb as well. They were riding in Emma’s white Porsche and had been following Scott and Jean almost from the moment they left. Always careful, Emma made sure her mind as well as Logan’s was shielded so Jean wouldn’t pick up on their presence. She also drove carefully, making sure neither of them would recognize her car. As luck would have it this was brand new so they had no reason to be suspicious. As far as they knew, the couple was oblivious to their presence.

Upon pulling up to the curb, a valet came to take her car. Emma tossed him the keys stepped out with Logan, who had been quiet the whole time. She could tell he was still skeptical about this. But there was no turning back now.

“So how do you plan on doing this, Frost? I assume you’ve got a plan,” said Logan.

“Watch and learn, Wolverine,” grinned the blonde psychic.

Logan followed Emma into the front lobby. There was a long line of patrons waiting to get checked in and most of the receptionists were busy. But that didn’t stop Emma. She just walked to the front of the line, stepped ahead of an old lady, and approached the receptionist.

“Excuse me, but I need a key to the rooftop suite,” she said verbally before adding in psychically, ‘And do not resist or question my inquiry. As far as you or the people in behind me are concerned, I’m not even here at the moment. Just say ‘yes ma’am and give me the damn key.’

“Yes ma’am,” said the receptionist in a robotic tone.

The woman obediently walked in back and got the card key for the rooftop suite. She didn’t say a word and neither did any of her co-workers or the people still waiting in line. It was as if they didn’t even see her. The woman returned in less than a minute with the key in hand. Emma smiled and took it and then released her psychic hold on everybody so they could go about their business. When she walked up to Logan with the key she smiled smugly.

“Now then, shall we proceed?”

“Did you just warp the minds of all those people?” he asked with a cynical look.

“It worked didn’t it? Now let’s get going.”

Logan shrugged and followed the attractive blonde to the elevator. Emma was a bitch at times, but she was nothing if not efficient. She had no qualms about going into people’s minds and twisting their perceptions. Nobody at the Hellfire Club did, but Emma seemed to enjoy it a little too much. It went back to what Mystique told him about her manipulative tendencies and he had to be careful. None-the-less, she found them a way to get close to Scott and Jeannie and that was enough for him. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he had to see for himself what Emma had described. He had to be sure that this bond they seemed to have was real.

Presidential Suite

Scott and Jean entered the opulent presidential suite brimming with anticipation. As the manager led them up to their suite they resisted the urge to just start going at it. The burning need to be intimate with each other was so strong. It always was on these special nights they set aside. It reminded them of that first profound night they had together and it got them going just thinking about it. They held out long enough for him to open the door for them and let them in. Upon giving him a generous tip, they made sure there was a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door and locked it shut.

“Ready to get started, beautiful?” said Scott in a husky tone as he playfully snaked his arms around her hips.

“You have no idea, handsome,” purred Jean, affectionately rubbing her hand down his chest, “But first things first. I need to do a little setup to cast a spell.”

“It won’t take long will it?”

“Not at all,” she assured him, “Enchantress taught me this just last night. She said it would make things extra special.”

It seemed daunting having to wait, but Scott took Jean’s word for it. Whenever Enchantress taught her a new spell for the bedroom, it was usually well worth it. They didn’t always use magic during their nights together, but when they did it was especially memorable.

Scott followed Jean into the opulent bedroom. The suite was pretty big, equipped with a fancy kitchen, a well-furnished living room, an opulent dining room, and even a small pool. There was wall-to-wall carpeting and a nice balcony that overlooked Central Park. But the bedroom was all they cared about at the moment. Part of why Scott chose this room was because the bedroom was so nice and spacious. The bed was king sized and they would need it to be since they were going to be putting it to good use tonight. And as requested, the lights were dimmed and special shades were draped over the lamps to give it the perfect ambience. The sheets were also by special request, consisting of the finest silk and linins the hotel had to offer.

The two lovers smiled at their surroundings. The excitement was building up inside them. The night was young and their passions were in overdrive. As Jean set her purse down Scott snaked his arms around her from behind and started kissing her neck. He wanted her so bad, not just because this was their night but because he was intent on making up for all the tension they endured since Logan’s arrival. Jean smiled and purred at his gestures, fumbling somewhat with her supplies. But she managed to shake off her want for now for the sake of the setup.

“So how do we do this?” asked Scott as he continued to playfully rub her hips.

“It’s simple,” said Jean with a reassuring smile, “We place red and pink candles around the room, which you should know by now is part of all these love spells.”

“No surprise there,” he grinned, “Is that all.”

“Not quite,” she said as she reached back into her purse to pull out more supplies, “Once the candles are setup we stand in the center of the room and I’ll do the rest. I could into the details, but that would just waste valuable lovemaking time.”

“Can’t have that, can we? I’ll get started.”

Scott managed to tear himself away from his lover to help set up the candles. As instructed, he placed them around the perimeter of the room, alternating from red to pink candles along the way. Jean used her telekinesis to set up the ones she had. As she did this she pulled out a special charm Enchantress gave her. It was a small golden relic she said contained strong mystic potential. It was a smile necklace with a fiery red ruby about the size of a pea. It looked a little weathered and old, but Enchantress assured her that this would really add to the potency of the spell and that was all she needed to know.

Once the candles were set up, Scott and Jean came together again at the center of the room near the foot of the bed. No magic had been cast yet, but they could already feel the energy building up around them. Their eyes were locked in on one another in a daze. They wanted so badly to just take each other on the spot. But Jean had a spell to cast.

“Are you ready?” asked Scott, his voice wrought with anticipation.

“Yes,” she answered, “Hold out your hands and close your eyes. I’ll do the rest.”

Scott did as she asked, anxious to get this night of passion going. Jean took her hands in hers and used her telekinesis to levitate the relic so it was hovering right between them. She then began chanting using the spell Enchantress taught her. The air around them grew hotter as it often did during spells and Jean’s eyes flashed a bright fiery red. As she chanted the relic began to glow and a powerful energy built up within the two lovers. It was a familiar feeling since they used spells in their lovemaking before, but this one felt a little different. It was extra strong and really got their emotions going. It was also very arousing.

Jean chanted for about thirty seconds. Upon uttering the final phrase the relic flashed brightly. Then every candle they set up mysteriously lit themselves. Only the flames weren’t ordinary. Each flame burned with a special brightness, matching the color of the candle. It bathed the whole room in unique and powerful ambience. The relic then fell to the wayside and Scott opened his eyes. The power and energy from the spell was now flowing through them. For a moment they just stood there gazing affectionately into one another’s eyes. Then in a burst of emotion, they threw their arms around each other and met in a passionate kiss.

‘Do you feel it, Scott?’

‘I feel it, Jean. It’s…incredible.’

‘That it is. Now make love to me, Scott. I want you so bad.’

Words and thoughts ceased as the two lovers stood in the center of the room, their arms eagerly roaming each others’ bodies as their lips and tongues wrestled. All their worries, concerns, and anxieties fell to the wayside as they embraced this feeling. A hot feeling of arousal grew inside them. They yearned to feel one another on the most intimate possible level. And the power of the spell fueled their desires.

In what felt like slow motion, Scott and Jean began removing each others’ clothes. Scott’s shirt was the first to go with Jean unbuttoning it with the help of her telekinesis and letting it fall off to reveal his manly upper body. Jean’s shirt was next. She rose her arms to allow Scott to slide it off. She wasn’t wearing a bra so her large breasts came tumbling out ready for him to touch. He lovingly caressed the fleshy orbs in the subtle way he knew she loved, kissing over her cleavage and evoking a soft moan. While he did this she undid his pants, using her telekinesis again to pull them down along with his boxers. This freed his erect penis, which had been fully erect since she finished the spell. She gave it a few strokes as he fondled her breasts. Then he went for her tight fitting leather pants, undoing them and sliding them down her thighs. She wiggled her hips a bit to get them off, leaving her in only a black thong. He also noticed wet arousal seeping down her inner thighs. She wanted him so bad and soon her legs refused to carry her. So while their lips were still locked he grabbed her by the hips and took her in his powerful arms, allowing her to step out of her pants and heels in the process.

Jean held on with her arms and legs while he kept a firm hold of her hips. They continued kissing as Scott laid her down on the bed, his manly form now hovering over her. They moaned softly as they lovingly explored each others’ naked flesh that they knew so well. Jean ran her hands up his back, feeling the hard contours of his muscles. Scott traced his hands up her thighs and along her womanly curves, giving her breasts another nice squeeze while kissing down her neck. They were very aroused, but didn’t go straight for the sex. Making love wasn’t just about the physical act. That was secondary to the many other feelings that went into it. They took this time to just follow their passions, the magic fueling their heightened state of emotion and feel each other in that special, loving way.

But as Scott and Jean made out on the bed, Emma and Logan got into position to witness this profound act. Logan leapt down from the roof above, using his agility to shimmy down a rail and land on the large balcony overlooking Central Park. Emma used more traditional means, taking a small but sturdy grappling hook often used by Hellfire mercenaries to scale buildings. It worked just as well here and she landed on the balcony besides Logan shortly after him.

“You sure this is this place?” asked Logan.

“Positive,” assured Emma, “I read it from the mind of the manager himself.”

“So where are they doin’ it? We gonna have to break in to see?”

“Not necessarily,” said Emma, already picking up on some pretty intense projections.

She led Logan over towards the larger end of the balcony near the master bedroom. There she could make out the strange reddish pink glow coming from inside. It was a clear sign of magic. They must have been looking to spice it up for tonight. As much as she didn’t want to see that again, it should paint a crystal clear picture to Logan and prove her point.

“What the hell?” said Logan as he saw the light as well.

“It’s magic. They’ll probably be extra passionate tonight,” said Emma.

“How the fuck does that work?” said Logan, still skeptical of this whole thing.

“Take a peak and see for yourself.”

Emma crouched down just outside the sliding doors and motioned for Logan to join her. While the curtains had been closed, there was still a narrow opening for them to see into the room. It was large enough to get a nice full view of the bed where Scott and Jean were still passionately making out. Logan leaned in over Emma so he could see for himself.

At first it didn’t look too strange. Besides the candles with the weird light, all he saw were two naked people making out on a bed. There was nothing different about what they were doing and what he had seen others do in the heat of the moment. He did notice they were doing it a bit slower though. There wasn’t the same level of hungry lust that was so common with the Hellfire Club, especially for him. But that wasn’t enough.

“What am I supposed to be looking at?” he muttered, “All I see are the makings of some cheesy porno movie.”

“Wait for it. Trust me, it’ll come,” said Emma, rolling her eyes.

Logan took her word for it and continued watching. He wasn’t sure why he agreed to this, but if Emma was right about this he had to see it himself. So he carefully stood over her, looking into the room. He watched as things continued to get heated between the two lovers. He already noticed a slightly different tone to the mood. But when he looked closer he started to see other forces at work.

On the bed, Scott and Jean were completely lost in their passionate daze. Their heated touching further roused their desires and soon they craved more. Scott tenderly kissed down her neck and over her cleavage as he trailed down her beautiful body. Jean closed her eyes and leaned back, letting her lover do what he needed to do. His kissing was soft yet thorough, highlighting every inch until he was right at her navel. With his lips still tracing over her smooth skin, he grasped the sides of her thong and slowly slid them down her legs. Jean lifted her hips a little, moaning softly as she felt his warm touch. Her pussy was so moist with arousal. Her clit was swollen and Scott gave it a slight tease with his tongue. This got her to gasp sharply. With the magic and emotions building up around them, her body was extra sensitive. It really highlighted the power of the moment and guided them to the next step.

“Scott…take me,” she urged him.

Smiling at her command, Scott worked his way back up her body and captured her lips again. Now completely naked they let their hot skin mesh together in a heated embrace. Their hands began to roam again, but as they kissed and touch Jean parted her legs and Scott positioned himself between them. His erect member rubbed against her moist outer folds, building up the anticipation. But they didn’t just go right into it. They wanted to savor this moment as it was always one of the most memorable during these special nights.

Their kissing let up for a moment as Scott tenderly entered her depths. His ridged cock penetrated the moist folds of her vagina, filling her insides and stretching her inner walls perfectly. Jean let out a deep moan as he drove into her, savoring every blissful feeling. Once he was completely inside they took a moment to enjoy the feeling. They gazed passionately into one another’s eyes. Scott caressed her face while she looked at him with such love in her eyes. No words were spoken. They weren’t really necessary at this point. Going with the heat of the moment they met in another soft kiss. Then Scott began moving his hips and working his member within her tight depths. He kept with a slow pace to get things going. But it gradually built up along with the blissful sensations.

Soon, their bodies were moving together at a strong yet harmonious pace. They gasped and moaned softly in between affectionate kisses. Their roaming hands became more intent, raking over each others’ naked flesh with passionate fervor. Each time a particularly powerful sensation flowed through them the fires on the candles flashed. The magic mixed with the passion, making for a profound experience. Every feeling was intensified. Every thrust, touch, and kiss was more meaningful. It was all shared between them through both magic and through Jean’s telepathy. It all came together in a truly wondrous feeling that they had come to enjoy so much.

They kept with the steady pace, not going too slow but not being rough or anything. They really dragged it out too, enjoying the closeness and intimacy and not just trying to get their climax. For Logan, it was a strange site. Even though he had been in relationships where there was passion and love, it never manifested like this. The more he watched the more fixated he became. Emma, however, watched only as much as she had to. She had seen this before and didn’t need to see it again. It was too unpleasant for her anyways. But Logan was completely drawn in. He was beginning to see what Emma was talking about and it wasn’t sitting well.

“What the hell?” he said in a distant tone.

“Just wait. It gets worse,” muttered Emma.

Back in the bedroom, Scott and Jean continued to drag out their lovemaking. They shifted their bodies around at times, but stayed in the same position for the most part. Scott worked his body up and down hers, thrusting thoroughly into her womanly depths with his manhood. A light layer of sweat built up on their bodies, allowing their skin to effortlessly glide against each other. As the feeling built up, the pace increased. They sensations were so intense and their climax was coming strong. Their gasps grew sharper and more desperate and so did their kissing. They held each other closer as the feeling drew near. When it finally hit, the movement of their bodies slowed. Jean bent her knees and arched her back as Scott thrust into her one more time, penetrating as deep as he could. Then the euphoria washed over them.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Scott!”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Jean!”

The flames on the candles flashed. Jean’s eyes briefly flashed as well and their bodies were engulfed in an enchanted, fiery halo. Such a dazzling spectacle accompanied the hot sensations of orgasmic bliss that coursed through their bodies. Jean’s inner muscles tightened around Scott’s member as he released his load inside her. The hot, throbbing feeling was intense, powered by the magic and it lingered much longer than a normal climax. As they felt it they just held each other closely and gazed lovingly into one another’s eyes. It was a feeling they had experienced many times before and yet it was every bit as amazing as the first time they felt it

They bathed in the experience until it subsided. They were still panting hard, but it wasn’t from fatigue or exhaustion. It was from the sheer intensity of what they experienced. Then when the glowing stopped and the flames on the candles stopped pulsing they smiled warmly and shared a tender kiss.

“I love you,” said Jean, still short of breath.

“I love you too,” said Scott, smiling warmly at his lover.

They kissed again, continuing with the feeling. But their tender words were heard clearly through the closed balcony door. Logan’s acute hearing picked up on it and all the emotion laced within those words. It was unmistakable. It showed in the way they looked at each other and the way they kissed. But more than anything else, it showed in the way they said it to each other. Jean really did love him and Scott loved her back. It confirmed everything Emma told him. As he continued to watch them he clenched his fists. All this time he didn’t want to believe it. Now here was the truth being shoved in his face.

“Jeannie…” he said distantly.

“Now do you believe me?” said Emma, who was just looking out over Central Park trying to ignore what was going on.

Logan was silent for a moment, watching as Scott and Jean continued to make out on the bed. Then he answered.

“You were right,” he told her.

Emma would usually quip with a smug remark, but she was in no mood for it this time. This was one of the few instances where she wished she wasn’t vindicated.

“Do you understand now?” said Emma, “Jean loves Scott and he loves her back. Whether you like it or not, that’s how she feels. No matter how you feel about her, she will never feel the same way.”

They were harsh, coarse words. Emma never shied away from being blunt. But there was no escaping it.

“Yeah…I understand.”

It was a harsh realization, but there was no getting around it. He may not have been sure about how deep his feelings for Jean were, but even if he was in love with her it wouldn’t do him any good. Her heart belonged to someone else. He cursed himself for feeling such things and cursed Scott Summers even more.

Emma could sense his angry disposition. It was very similar to what she felt that day when she first saw Scott and Jean making love. It was a bitter feeling and she still resented Jean for it. At least now she had some company.

“So what now? Are you just going to stand there and watch? They’re going to be going at it for hours,” said Emma.

“I think I’ve seen enough,” muttered Logan.

The former living weapon cursed Scott Summers, even though he couldn’t see him. He then walked over towards where Emma was standing and angrily slammed his fists on the rail. He was seething with anger. He thought it was bad when Heather Hudson kept turning him down, choosing to stick with her husband. But this was worse. The cold hard truth was shoved down his throat and he hated it with a passion.

For a moment he and Emma just stood there looking out over Central Park. There wasn’t much else they could say. Emma was right for once and Logan found himself in a hell of a situation. Jean Grey had captured his heart, but now she had broken it. She was in a bed making love to a guy he hated and worst of all she loved her back with the same passion as he loved her. Even though he was a hardened fighter with a brutal streak of rage and bloodshed, Logan was not immune to the pain of heartbreak. It was one of the few wounds he could not heal from.

“So what now?” he asked bitterly, “You’ve proven your point. Jean’s in love with someone else.”

“Glad we can agree on that,” said Emma, “But at the moment there isn’t much we can do. They seem perfectly happy together and since they already have an open relationship there’s no use trying to seduce them.”

“Never thought that would ever be a problem,” said Logan with a bitter scoff.

“Regardless, the time just isn’t right. But that could change.”

Logan looked at the attractive blonde curiously. She had that mischievous look in her eye again. It was the same look that led him out here. It was never good and there was no telling what else she had in mind.

“What do you mean? How can it change?”

Emma turned towards the former living weapon and smiled ominously.

“Say one of us manages to sway their emotions a certain way. Say something happens that changes the status quo so to speak.”

“How so?” said Logan suspiciously.

“I’m just being hypothetical,” she said innocently, “But say I can get Scott to fall in love with me. Don’t ask how, just consider the possibility. If that happens, it will leave Jean quite heartbroken. She’ll be in pain, she’ll suffer, and she’ll be angry as hell. But at least you’ll have a chance with her. Wouldn’t that be worth it?”

“You mean hypothetically speaking?”

“Or in reality, whichever you prefer. You don’t have to know the details. Just tell me whether or not you’ll take that chance.”

Logan took a moment to think about it. On the surface it sounded like a good deal. Scott breaks Jean’s heart, she comes to him, and he could have her to himself. That didn’t take into account how Emma would do it. But for now he focused on Jean. If it did happen, it would leave her hurt and heartbroken, a feeling he knew well. It would put her in a lot of pain. It would be agony, especially given what he just saw. And he would know about it.

At first it didn’t seem like a big deal, but then his thoughts drifted back to what Mystique told him that one night. Loving someone meant honoring them and to force or trick them into something, that was just the complete opposite of honoring them. The thought of Jean going through that pain was not a pleasant feeling. Even if she did end up in his arms, would it be worth it? Would it be worth tricking her? He could kill hundreds of people and not feel an ounce of guilt. But with this there would be no avoiding it. And he wasn’t sure if he could bear it.

“I don’t know,” said Logan.

“Oh come on, it would work out great for both of us in the end! You’d get what you want and I would get what I want. It’s win-win!” argued Emma.

“Not to Jeannie!” shot Logan, “I’m not like you, Emma. I can’t just put someone I care about through that kind of pain and be okay with it!”

“Is it worth the pain of seeing those two together like this?” she quipped, “Seriously Logan, if we worked together we could both get what we wanted. Isn’t that worth taking a few chances?”

The former living weapon stared down the attractive blonde. This was not something to take lightly and he couldn’t just brush it aside now that he knew of Emma’s intentions. A part of him really wanted to end up with Jean and let Scott suffer in Emma’s embrace. But he just wasn’t sure.

“I’d have to think about it,” he told her.

“Fine,” said Emma, rolling her eyes in exasperation, “But if you ever decide to help, let me know. Unlike you, I don’t intend to stand this forever. I plan on getting what I want no matter what the risk.”

“I’m sure you do,” said Logan.

He watched as Emma walked back over to the other side of the balcony and used her grappling hook to scale the wall back up to the rooftop suite. Logan lingered for a while longer, looking out over Central Park and then back towards the room where Scott and Jean were still going at it. He should have known Emma had an ulterior motive for bringing him out here. She needed someone to be in on her plan. He had no doubt she would try something. And now that he knew about it he was an unfortunate part of it. He had some tough choices to make. He could either help Emma or do nothing. But he had to be careful. He cared deeply about Jean and this walked a fine line between loving her and honoring her. Neither seemed like a very good choice, but he would have to make one soon. There was never any telling how far Emma Frost would go to get what she wanted.

Back in the room, Scott and Jean’s passionate lovemaking continued. They didn’t even let up after the first climax. They kept making out on the bed, kissing and touching each other and rolling around on top of the fine linen sheets. Eventually Jean found herself on top, straddling his pelvis. She rose up slightly, maneuvering her hips until her wet folds were right over Scott’s still erect cock. Unlike before they didn’t tease. She just slowly lowered herself onto his member and let out another deep moan as he filled her insides.

“Oh Jean…you’re so beautiful,” said Scott through his daze.

Jean smiled and leaned over him so her upper body was pressed against his.

“Mmm…you’re so sweet,” she purred, “You make me feel so good.”

She kissed him passionately and started bouncing her hips up and down his cock. They quickly re-established the pace they built up earlier. Scott slipped his hands down her hips and onto her butt, squeezing her firmly and guided her through the motions. Every time she plunged down onto his length he thrust up a little, filling her just right and hitting all the right spots to send pleasure coursing through her body. And whenever she felt it, he felt it too. It helped them work their bodies in perfect synchronicity. As they moved together Jean lovingly kissed him while eagerly raking her hands over his well-built upper body. His manly flesh felt so good against hers and she knew how much he loved it when her breasts pressed up against his body. They went at in this position for a good long while, dragging it out just as they had the first time. When they felt another climax coming Jean rose up and started riding him with extra vigor. She moaned blissfully as she rubbed her breasts, gyrating her hips long his length. To Scott she looked like an angel dancing on top of him and he kept a firm hold on her hips as they both shared another powerful orgasm together.

It was just as amazing as the first one. This time there wasn’t any halo or magic light show. The candles kept burning and the feeling kept flowing through them. That was all they needed to keep going, letting the magic and passion fuel their desire for one another. After the feeling subsided Jean fell back on top of her lover and another passionate make-out session followed. They rolled around on the bed, ruffling the sheets until they found themselves in another position. This time they switched it up a bit with a little oral lovemaking. Jean stayed on top, shifting her body so her pussy was right in Scott’s face and his ridged cock was right at hers. They were still fully aroused and hungry for more sensations and they didn’t waste time getting back into the sexual rhythm.

Moans and grunts filled the room. Jean grasped her lover’s cock at the base and began hungrily sucking it off and Scott spread her wet folds and plunged his tongue into her hot depths. They knew each others’ bodies so well and had become well-versed in pleasuring each other. Scott hit all her sensitive spots, using his thumb to rub her clit as he flicked his tongue in and out of her heat. This got Jean to gasp as she bobbed her head up and down his length. It encouraged her to suck harder, sliding her tongue up the underside and teasing the tip. They kept this up for a while until Scott got Jean to climax. She stopped sucking him off briefly and moaned blissfully at the feeling. He smiled and licked up her sweet juices as she enjoyed herself. Then Scott rose up into a sitting position where Jean returned the favor. He leaned back while she crawled over him and resumed her oral teasing. She slurped and sucked him off vigorously until he climaxed as well. Scott closed his eyes and moaned in contentment as he released his load onto her face, watching as she sensually licked up every drop. Afterwards she rose up and slipped onto his lap where they embraced each other warmly and shared another deep kiss.

Their lovemaking continued on through the night with few pauses in between climaxes. The magic pushed their bodies beyond their limits and their passion fueled every intense sensation. They kept with the steady pace they were so used to. They also used the size of the bed to their advantage, going at it in all sorts of erotic positions. Jean got on her hands and knees and Scott got behind her, grasping her hips as he thrust his dick into her pussy from behind. When they reached another orgasm together she rose up so she was on her knees, allowing Scott to reach around and fondle her breasts as they shared another round of ecstasy. She turned around and jumped him in a show of greater sexual desire. Scott caught her by the thighs so her knees were bent over his arms. He then lowered her back onto his member and bounced her along his length until they climaxed again. He then laid her back down on the bed. She adjusted her legs so they were arched over her shoulders, showing off her flexibility as he plowed into her depths, her large breasts bouncing with each movement. More positions followed. They used the size of the bed to their advantage. At one point they even stood up on the bed with Jean leaning against the wall while Scott rammed into her from behind, keeping one hand on her swaying breasts until they felt another rush. The sheets were also pulled back along the way, allowing them to get under the covers and really go at it, following their burning desires to new heights of bliss.

The night wore on and time lost meaning as the spell and spirit of the moment raged. It was the kind of long, drawn out daze of lovemaking Scott and Jean had come to cherish. They kissed, touched, and moaned together blissfully. Their naked bodies moved and glided together so effortlessly. It was a special kind of feeling that set them apart from their other partners. But even lovemaking fueled by magic had to end at some point.

On their last round, Jean was lying on her side while Scott was behind thrusting into her. He had one arm around her fondling her breast while another reached down and fondled her clit as he thrust into her. He kissed down her neck and cheek as he stepped up the pace, pushing towards one final peak. They could both feel it building up inside. The light from the candles burned more intently, reflecting the burning passion. Jean closed her eyes and moaned as she felt one last wave of euphoria consume her.

“UH-UH-UH-SCOTT-UH-MY LOVE-I-I-OH I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!” she cried out.

“UH-UH-OH ME TOO-AH-AH-OH JEAN YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL!” gasped Scott as he pushed harder.

The pace slowed and with a few more thorough thrusts, Scott and Jean were sent over the edge. Jean arched her body and cried out as her inner muscles throbbed around Scott’s member. Scott climaxed at nearly the same time, shooting his load up into her pussy just as he felt her inner muscles clamp down over him. As they climaxed, they were consumed with the same fiery aura from earlier, only this time it was more intense. Jean’s eyes flashed again and the mystical energy throughout the room flared, capping off a truly special night.

Now tired, dazed, and covered in sweat the two lovers lingered in the moment. The candles snuffed themselves out and the room went dark again. Still breathing hard Jean turned around so she could face her lover. They remained entwined in each others’ arms, smiling warmly as they gazed lovingly into one another’s eyes.

“You’re so good to me, Scott,” said Jean softly.

“Does this mean I made it up to you?” he grinned.

“I think you’ve done your part,” she smiled.

They laughed playfully and shared one last deep kiss.

“I love you, Jean,” said Scott, “Really, I mean it. No matter what happens in our complicated line of work, I never want to change that.”

“It won’t change. I promise,” said Jean strongly, “I love you too, Scott. The forces that bond us together are many times stronger than those trying to tear us apart.”

“You mean like the magic?”

“Oh that’s only part of it, lover. There’s a lot more at work. But all you need to know is that they’re there and nothing can break them.”

“Good enough for me,” said Scott, smiling back.

It was another memorable night for Scott and Jean. Exhausted by satisfied, they cuddled closer under the sheets and fell into a deep sleep. Despite everything they did at the Hellfire Club from manipulating people to inflicting real pain, they still had the capacity for love. It was part of what kept them together and helped maintain that fragile balance between light and darkness. It had become an important part of their lives since joining the Hellfire Club. They were confident nothing was strong enough to upset it for now.

But unknown to either of them, that balance would soon depend on how far Emma Frost was willing to go.

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Up next: Tension grows with Mystique and her son.