He Who Angers You Controls You

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or places in this story. Although I think Emily is mine, I can’t say for sure.

Scott and Ororo stood with their arms folded across their chests, while Hank towered over them, motioning at the fluorescent monitor behind him that showed an x-ray image of the woman Scott nearly ran down.

“Besides a few lacerations and contusions, she’s fine. She’s more exhausted than anything,” Hank began to explain.

‘I wonder who she is and…’ Before Scott could finish his thought, the professor rolled into the room.

“Her name is Emily. She’s the daughter of a good friend of mine, so it’s a good thing you missed her,” Charles interrupted.

Scott froze and chills ran up his spine when the professor spoke. He wondered how long the professor had been reading his mind and the thought, made him back away with shame and embarrassment.

“Professor I’m sorry, I…”

“Although I’m not fond of your driving habits Scott, you just might have saved her life,” Charles sternly interrupted again.

“So then you know why she was there on the road.” Ororo asked. She felt the same way as Scott, but refused to let it show. She wanted to try to save what ever was left of her dignity.

“I’m afraid not. Her thoughts are behaving quite unnaturally. I haven’t sensed anything like it before. It’s as though something is keeping me from fully entering her thoughts,” Charles sadly replied.

“…Maybe she knows it’s you.”

Scott cringed at the familiar husky voice that now filled the room. “What the hell are you doing here?” Scott questioned furiously.

“I heard you fucked up and I didn’t wanna miss that,” Logan replied, smiling wickedly. He could smell the lingering arousal on Scott and Ororo and his smile grew wider. Both looked at him eerily and knew he knew. Logan chuckled to himself, enjoying watching them squirm with embarrassment.

“Enough!” Charles snapped. “There’s nothing left to do for tonight. When she wakes tomorrow, we’ll talk with her. I suggest everyone get some rest.”

With that, everyone made their way out of the room. Hank went back to tend to Emily, Scott and Ororo swiftly made their escape in opposite directions and Charles went back to his room.

Logan stood in the hall, reaching into his pocket and taking out a cigar and a lighter. He popped the cigar in his mouth and brought his hands up to light it, then paused. His nostrils twitched and he sniffed at the air.

The scent was faint and mixed with the strong aroma of vanilla, which he figured was from Emily. Logan ignored Emily’s sweet scent and focused on the other. As soon as he recognized it, his lips curled up around his cigar and his icy brown eyes narrowed. A low growl formed in his throat and he could feel his blood boiling.


The next morning Charles sat behind his desk. His elbows settled on the arms of his c and and his hands interlocked and resting on his chest. Scott and Ororo sat in front of him, waiting in the awkward silence for Logan to show up. When he did, Charles began to inform them of Emily and who she was.

“Is she a mutant?” Scott asked, clearing his throat.

“Yes she is. Actually she’s quite like you Logan,” Charles replied, shifting his attention from Scott to Logan. Logan folded his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow. He knew he could smell a similar likeness, but wasn’t sure of how much alike she really was.

“Really,” Logan uttered in his raspy voice, trying not to sound to interested.

“Her mutant name is Vixen. She possesses the same heightened senses as you, with a few added abilities. For instance, her ability to hurdle on coming cars,” Charles snarled, glaring at Scott and then Ororo. “She can run at great speeds for a long period of time and extract claws and fangs when provoked. Which can be very easy, so Logan…don’t piss her off.”

Scott chuckled at Charles’ comment and Logan shot him a stern look followed by a low growl. Ororo turned in her seat and exchanged annoyed glances at them both.

“Must you two always…”

Before Ororo could finish, Emily was standing in the doorway. Logan shifted immediately, uncrossing his arms, as he looked over at her. Her shoulder-length brown hair pulled up into a loose pony, showing off her slender neck. Her deep blue eyes shimmering under the bright lights of room and her plush pink lips delicately pressed together.

‘My God she’s beautiful,’ Logan thought to himself and knew he wasn’t alone in that thought. He could sense Scott’s nervousness and smell his instant arousal the second she stood in the doorway. Not that he could blame him; he too was a bit aroused at the sight of her.

Her firm plump breasts straining against her black satin corset and her tight dark blue jeans showing off her perfectly round ass. Scott and Logan couldn’t help but stare, watching closely as her breasts slowly heaved with every breath she took. Emily could feel their eyes boring into her and smell their arousal and smiled to herself.

“Emily, it’s good to see you again. I only wish it was on better terms,” Charles said smiling and breaking the silence and Scott‘s and Logan’s stare.

“As do I Charles,” Emily replied, in a gentle soft tone.

“I was hoping you’d be able to…shed some light on last nights events,” Charles stated.

“To be honest I’m not sure what happened. One minute I was walking the lake and the next I was waking up in restraints. I remember when I broke free, I was being chased by some…”

“Sabertooth…” Logan growled.

“What?” Ororo asked, turning to look at him and surprised by his remark, “Logan, are you sure?”

Logan just glared at her and re-folded his arms across his chest. The icy glare in his eyes and the look of hatred that showed on his face wll sll she needed for an answer. She shivered at his intimidating look and turned back around to face the Charles.

“Do you remember where he took you?” Charles asked.

“No, when I woke and ran out of there I still felt groggy from whatever he used to get me there,” Emily sadly replied.

“If you were to go back to the woods, do you think you’d be able to track him?” Scott asked.

“I’m afraid I can’t allow that. If Logan is right, which I’m certain he is, Sabertooth could still be out there and I fear for your safety,” Charles stated, before Emily could answer.

“But Charles I…”

“I’m sorry Emily, but we must find an alternative wa fin find him and stop him from doing this to others, who might not be as fortunate as you in getting away,” Charles said sternly, “now if you’ll all excuse me I have a class waiting. We’ll continue this later.”

Logan and Ororo were the first to leave. Ororo went to tend to her own class, while Logan stood in the lobby. He leaned against a pillar, took out a cigar and lit it. Emily was next to come out of the professor’s office and Scott quickly followed.

Emily began to walk toward the stairs, when Scott reached out and grabbed her arm. He yanked her back and stared intensely at her.

“You never thanked me for saving your life. Perhaps you will tonight,” Scott requested, with a grin.

Emily’s brow narrowed and her lips tightened. Appalled by his obvious intensions and furious at the firm grip he had on her arm. How dare he think or hope she’d be an easy fuck and blatantly express it, she thought. Normally she wouldn’t mind a man being a bit aggressive, hell she loved it, but she was a complex animal, one that required a man of her stamina.

She needed someone who could keep up with her and keep her interested and on her toes. A must requirement, that she knew Scott didn’t possess. She could sense his weakness and uncertainness and as much as she found his arousal amusing, she would never waste her time toying with him. Where would the fun be in that?

“You may have save my life and for that I am grateful, but if you don’t remove your hand from my arm, it’ll be your life that needs saving,” she snarled.

Scott quickly removed his hand and took a few steps back. He stared at her in shock as she started to walk away and his arousal instantly depleted from embarrassment.

“Nice to see you haven’t lost your touch jackass,” Logan chuckled around his cigar.

“Fuck you Lo…”

Scott stopped in mid sentence, when he noticed Emily stop and turn back to face them. Logan looked over at her stopped laughing. He stared at Emily, his brow raised with curiosity.

“Ah the infamous Wolverine. I’ve heard many things about you,” Emily uttered, her tone changing to something more lustful sounding, “they say you’re a ruthless savage.”

Emily slowly stepped closer to Logan and stopped only a foot away. Logan’s nose twitched, as he inhaled her scent and smirked around his cigar. Her sweet vanilla aroma mixed with a touch of her own arousal. ‘This is going to be interesting,’ he thought.

“You could say that darlin’,” he uttered nonchalantly around his cigar.

Emily looked him over, taking in his massive arms and muscular chest. This was more like it, she thought, suddenly feeling a strong urge to drag her nails down his chest. However, she thought better of it and instead she reached out and plucked his cigar from his mouth. Logan straightened immediately, uncrossing his arms. The smirk that was on his face vanished and a low growl formed in his throat. He didn’t know whether to be pissed or turned on.

She stared at him wickedly, as she took a long puff of his cigar, then took it from her mouth and exhaled. A cloud of smoke rushed against his face, but he didn’t flinch. She paused for a moment, and then licked her lips, savoring the taste of him and the cigar.

Logan’s brow grew with deep interest and his arrogant smirk reappeared. He definitely wasn’t pissed and found himself even more turned on by her confidence. She held out the cigar and he took it, popping it back in his mouth. ‘Damn she tastes good,‘ he thought.

“Well I have news for you Wolverine…I’m not impressed,” Emily whispered, the seductive glare still in her eyes.

A low growl passed his lips. Emily just smiled and walked away. When Emily was gone, Scott started to chuckle. He loved watching Logan be shot down, cause it didn’t happen often.

Logan glared at him out the corners of his eyes and snarled, “Dick.”