Wicked Game

disclaimer: i don't own the x-men

note: I sort of recycled and re-wrote most of the italicized part and used it in another fic I posted at one of my favorite R/L sites. Well, enjoy *s*

any mistakes you may find blablablabla....

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She was dreaming. It had to be a dream because this was what she’d always pictured it to be – no animosity, no self loathing, and no fear of hurting or killing anyone. No fear of being hurt, it felt so good, too good as it always did in dreams. She was naked and lying on her bac, with the best view there was. Her body ached with need just by looking at him and it sent a jolt though her, a wave of pure lust. He was the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on, with broad shoulders and that slightly muscular chest. She couldn’t stop staring at his body, he was well endowed – she knew that, but had to admire all of him over and over and over. Wolverine also had one of the more peculiar hairdos among the mutants, he wasn’t quite as hairy as Sabretooth though or even Hank, and some didn’t like it and that was one thing she couldn’t understand. He was everything she’d ever wanted, masculine and beautiful, and the way he looked at her, taking her whole being in with those close to feral eyes, made her writhe and moan of pleasure.

Parting her legs for him to get a better view of her, Rogue slowly traced her hands down her chest and belly, through her patch of dark curls. The fingers slid between her thighs, she was so wet and ached with the need for Logan to push himself inside her. Letting out a moan as she touched the most sensitive spot, she was vaguely aware of his reaction to her arousal, to her touching herself, and as she thought everything was going to catch fire, she felt him on top of her. Logan nuzzled between her thighs, he tasted her and licked her most intimate parts and doing it thoroughly vigorously. Arching her back off the bed, she bucked her hips against his mouth and it seemed to excite him more, and she wanted him to want her. He reached up to fondle her breasts while tasting her, the sensation of him touching her like this was close to overwhelming since she’d prepared herself for a life without any kind of affectionate touch. It was heaven. Glancing down at him, Rogue noticed that Logan studied her while buried between her legs and she felt that pleasurable weight begin to build between her thighs. The moment their eyes locked she threw her head back, moaned and clutched the bedspread as the orgasm shot through her, down her thighs like rapid liquid flames. She was on fire. She trembled and wriggled underneath him, but Logan held her in place as he put some of his own weight on her. She could hear him moan too, but it sounded more like a growl – low pitched and thick with desire. When Rogue sort of came too, she lazily arched off the bed and rested on her elbows.

“Oh god, Wolvie, that was wonderful … amazing …”, she murmured feeling shy all of a sudden but not being able to tear away from his intense gaze. The look on his face was close to feral, and she didn’t have the hyper senses that he had but she knew he wanted her. He reached up to her and leaned in to her, still moist around his mouth and lips.

“Yes, it was”, he said and crushed his mouth to hers, letting the taste of her arousal mingled inside her as she swirled her tongue around his. The kiss was deep and hard, almost desperate like he as trying crawl into her mouth , and Rogue could feel Logan being more than ready as she slid her hands down his slightly hairy chest and closed one hand around his cock. He groaned into her mouth as she kept stroking him, enjoying the sensation of him being firm and hard in her hand.

“Damn it, Rogue … darlin’ ye’re killing me … “, he growled low and bit her neck, while he played with her hardened nipples.

“Ah have to have you inside me, Logan, Ah want you to fuck me … make love to me … please … Ah need …”, she said breathily, grabbing his hair to pull him closer.

Logan thrust himself inside, and slowly pulled out halfway, watching her intently as he rested on his arms. Sliding back in, finding a steady rhythm where she could meet his, made her wriggle with pleasure and when he pushed against that secret spot inside her, she arched her back off the bed, bucking her hips against him. But it was knowing, feeling and seeing his reaction to her enjoying it all, that did it for her. She wanted him to go faster and deeper, wrapping her legs around his waist she urged him to do that. Logan found her mouth and kissed her just as he drove himself deep inside, over and over and over again. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head while kissing her, the intensity of him sliding in and out of her made her moan into his mouth.

She’d fantasized about kissing him before, and since she’d been in love with him or so long it was almost unreal, that he wanted this too. Logan had always been a lot like a brother to her, caring for her in his own typical Logan way which often meant him being distant and moody, rarely smiling, or not being present at all. But when it came down to business he usually came through, and flashing her one of those rare smiles always made her weak inside. Rogue had thought about telling him how she felt about him, but had never had the courage to, and he had never really showed any romantic interest in her, making her think he thought of her as a child still. That he actually fancied her as well was a surprise, he was a lot older, well he was too old for anyone as no one really knew how old he truly was, and she was in her 20’s, gifted with a mutant power that was both a blessing and a curse. She could never have a normal relationship with anyone but Logan. He was the only one that could heal her wounds, and she was the only one besides him that he could use that healing power on, because her own power allowed her to channel his. He could keep her young for a very long time. It was like dealing with the devil, like a game of Russian roulette and she hated it. She hated the fact that she couldn’t trust herself completely around Logan, it was too big a risk, and now that he’d confessed to wanting her it changed everything. Still, she couldn’t stop touching him, kissing him, feeling his body against hers – it nearly drained her of every drop of self control.

Logan slid a hand down her arm, and cupped her cheek. The look in his eyes was almost feverish. He was so unbelievably gorgeous it made her chest tight.

“This is a dream, Wolvie”, she whispered, touching his cheek.

“Then it is a good dream, darlin’”, he mumbled against her lips.

Rogue suddenly felt like someone was watching her, them, and goose bumps appeared all over her body, just like a sign of that …

... and she opened her eyes. Someone had ripped the cover off of her. Luckily she wasn’t completely naked, but dressed in an oversized t-shirt and boxers, both belonging to Logan since he’d sort of demolished her own underwear earlier. Not that she did mind, not now anyway. Her cheeks flushed at the very thought of it all. Barely having time to turn around to see who was there, she gasped at the sharp sudden pain in her thigh. Searching for whatever had hit her, Rogue saw another bury itself in the other thigh. She could feel her face go all pale. Tranquilizers. Someone had shot her on purpose with animal tranquilizers. Panicking she still managed to pull both of the small arrows from the flesh, but the poison was fast, spreading through her veins already, she could tell. No. Not like this …

“Who …”, she managed to say, still in chock. Her vision was getting blurred, but she recognized the voice talking to her.

“Get up, bitch, you’re wasting our time.”


“No … no … Ah’m … I … sorry … please don’t … “

Jean Grey threw her head back and laughed. “Spare me your words, girl, they mean nothing, not where you are going”, she said casually and walked slowly towards Rogue. Stopping in front of her, Jean slapped Rogue hard with the back of her leather clad hand. “Tie her up.”

The pain was intense, a cold numbness spread over her cheek where she’d been hit. Jean had company, but whom? Rogue had trouble seeing anything at all and knew it was only a matter of a couple of minutes before she’d be unconscious. Someone grabbed her arms, forced them together behind her back and tied them with some kind of metal chain. She tried her best to jerk away, she tried to protest, to call for help, but her body wouldn’t listen to her, and the next moment she found herself lying on the floor. Someone, whoever it was, chuckled in a low rich voice that felt like dripping honey. Now Rogue knew it had to be another woman, and she grabbed Rogue by the hair, yanked her up to her feet. Nearly unconscious, the pain was still excruciating, and all she could do now was to pray for Logan, for anyone, to come to her rescue.

She wasn’t going to die like this. Not like this, not again … No life, no Logan, no nothing … no … she wasn’t going to die like this, alone, somewhere no one would ever find her. He could find her, Xavier could find her … Ah’m so sorry Logan …

Rogue felt that last thought slip away from her as she drifted into the cold darkness.

Then, there was nothing.