The Unintentional Donor

Chapter Two


Three years later ~


Scott touched the Blackbird down in a forest clearing a mile from their objective. He’d had misgivings about this plan and vocalized it to Charles, who was determined to add this mutant to the faculty and team. Scott was never in favor of bringing a relatively unknown quantity into their midst and Charles knew that the man he and Kitty were instructed to retrieve was a loose canon at best and feral at worst. His hit first and, if the person survived, ask questions later approach and reputation for leaving his enemies in more pieces than nature intended had Scott rightfully apprehensive. Jean had expressed her concern that his fragmented mind could make controlling him, should the need ever arise, difficult, if not impossible. Charles assured them he respected their opinions and that he’d taken their concerns under advisement, but he was confident he could contain him if it ever became necessary. He believed it would be better to have him fighting alongside the X-Men than against them as a member of the Brotherhood, so recruiting him before Magneto had gotten the opportunity had been paramount. Jean hoped for everyone’s sake they weren’t making a huge mistake, but she trusted her mentor’s judgment and had supported his decision.

Scott and Kitty quickly trekked the short distance to the motel. He thought bringing her along on this pick up was yet another mistake, but Charles felt the young woman’s presence would entice the new recruit to behave himself. He tried to shake off the ominous image of him lying on the floor of the motel room gutted while the Wolverine raped his young teammate.

Standing in front of the door to Wolverine’s room, Scott shoved Kitty behind him before raising his leather-gloved hand to knock.

Moments later the door swung open to reveal the man, whose dossier Scott knew backwards and forwards, wrapped in a small white towel.

“What are you, a Boy Scout with delusions of grandeur?” he asked mockingly.

There was a small giggle from behind Scott’s back and Logan stretched to see who’d made it. Kitty stuck her head out from behind her team leader and gasped at the sight of the muscular, half-naked man.

The Wolverine’s expression changed from provocation to leering as he said, “I didn’t realize room service was so kinky. I don’t remember ordering you, darlin’.”

“She’s not on the menu,” Scott snapped as he shoved his way past Logan and entered the room, even though he wanted to head back to the jet and forget about this asshole.

“Professor Charles Xavier sent us,” Kitty explained unnecessarily, “I’m Shadowcat and this is Cyclops.”

“What are you, my signing bonus?” Logan asked without shame as he ran his eyes up and down the pretty brunette’s body.

“Let’s get one thing straight, Wolverine, none of the women at the Institute are yours for the taking. Are we perfectly clear on that?” Scott huffed.

“Territorial, isn’t he?” Logan addressed Kitty with a wink.

Oh yeah, this was going really well, Scott thought. The Wolverine was obviously aptly named and they were about to deliver him into a meadow full of sheep. Scott had the urge to kick something – preferably the Professor’s ass for coming up with this hare-brained scheme.

“Let’s get on with this,” Scott said exasperatedly.

“Fine. Just gimme a minute to change,” Logan said, then suggested, “Why don’t you take that time to remove the stick from your ass.”

Logan dropped the towel and Scott’s hand immediately clamped over Kitty’s eyes. She reached up to pull Scott’s hand away, but he wasn’t about to let her see any more of the Wolverine than she’d already witnessed.

Foregoing underwear, Logan shimmied into a pair of faded jeans and only when the zipper was safely all the way to the top did Scott finally release his grip on Kitty. A shucked on black t-shirt effectively ended the peep show and Kitty let out a sigh of disappointment.

“Pull a stunt like that when we get back to the mansion and you’ll find yourself blasted into the southern hemisphere,” Scott threatened.

Logan merely shrugged, not intimidated one iota and Scott fumed.

Putting on a denim jacket, picking up a battered-looking duffle bag and slinging it over his shoulder, Logan said, “Shall we hit the road?”

I’d like to hit something all right, Scott thought as he ushered Kitty out of the room ahead of him – keeping himself between her and Wolverine.

Somehow they managed to make it back to the jet without further incident. Logan wheeled his Harley up the ramp and secured it in the designated cargo area. Scott let out an irritated huff as the bike proceeded to drip oil onto the pristine deck.

“Needs some work,” Logan explained.

“Ya think?” Scott replied before turning on his heels and heading to the cockpit.

Unlike the journey to the motel, Kitty didn’t ride up front next to Scott but chose to sit in the back in the seat next to Logan.

The jet lifted off the ground, swaying slightly from the headwind buffeting them from the north. Hearing Logan’s “Whoa!” Scott realized that the man was not a ‘good flyer’ and spitefully hoped for heavy turbulence. Glancing over his shoulder he was annoyed to see that Kitty had reached over and placed her hand reassuringly over Logan’s. What was it with women and their persistence in trying to tame wild animals? If the Wolverine played that hand at the Institute – well, Scott shuddered to think about the ramifications of that scenario. It wasn’t that he was jealous of the man’s potential to bed any female he targeted, because Scott had Jean and they were happy. No, he was merely being protective of the women he’d come to regard as sisters and Wolverine spelled trouble with a capital ‘T’.

Meanwhile, in the back of the jet Logan and Kitty were engaged in whispered conversation, which Scott strained to hear. If the jet had had a rear-view mirror he would’ve been able to keep his eye on things surreptitiously, but as he was loathe to give Logan the satisfaction of craning his neck around a bit more obviously, he settled for whatever snatches of conversation he could pick up.

“So, what has the Professor hired you to teach?” Kitty inquired curiously, because this guy looked like he’d graduated from the school of hard knocks and not some prestigious Ivy League university like the other teachers who comprised the Institute’s faculty.

“Sex Ed,” Logan replied with a lift of one eyebrow, “You’re gonna love the homework,” he added with a wink.

Kitty fetchingly blushed from head to toe and squirmed in her seat as her panties dampened. She hadn’t been this turned on since her last one-on-one session in the Danger Room with Scott. Logan immediately caught the scent of arousal and smirked. Maybe this job offer wasn’t going to be as lame as he’d originally anticipated.


~*~*~*


Miraculously they made it back to Westchester despite Scott’s urge to slam the jet into the Appalachian Mountains. Disembarking, the threesome made their way up to the main foyer where Charles and Jean were waiting to greet them.

Charles didn’t need to be telepathic to sense the waves of frustration emanating from Scott and he issued a mental reassuring, “We’ll talk in just a moment. I promise.”

Scott’s reddened face began to return to a more normal shade and Charles turned his attention to their guest.

“Welcome to Westchester. This is Jean Grey and I’m Charles Xavier,” he said extending his hand, which Logan rudely ignored.

Taking in the elegant surroundings, Logan noted, “Nice set up. I think I ripped myself off when I negotiated my salary.”

Jean glared at Logan – insulted on Charles’ behalf that this man could be so impertinent. Scott smiled at the idea that Logan had immediately inserted his foot in his mouth, thus making it unnecessary to convince Jean to side with him regarding the situation. Or worry that she too would fall under the man’s sexual spell.

“You’re free to leave, if you think you’ve been gypped,” Charles said calmly, knowing that a lucrative salary was not a top priority for the man standing before him. His network of contacts and the information they could possibly provide concerning Wolverine’s past had been the deal-clinching incentive. The imposing man, who was now pacing like a caged animal, wasn’t going anywhere and they both knew it.

Logan pulled a cigar stub and disposable lighter from the pocket of his denim jacket, jammed the stub in his mouth, bent his head down and was just about to ignite the tip when a soft voice informed him, “Please don’t do that, this is a non-smoking house.”

He looked up to see a ghost from his past. The owner of the voice had her own shocked reaction. The dossier she’d read listed his name as Wolverine, so she never would’ve made the connection that the man Charles had hired and her one-night stand were one and the same.

While it appeared that Charles may not have caught either of their reactions, Scott certainly did and his eyebrows knitted together in puzzlement.

“Ah, Rogue, meet our new recruit – Wolverine,” Charles gestured.

“Logan,” he offered as he extended his hand this time.

Marie held up her hand, hoping nobody would notice it was shaking slightly.

“Rogue,” she said as his hand closed around hers, “Xavier.”

Logan turned to reassess the man he assumed was Marie’s father.

“My wife,” Charles clarified.

Logan’s head whipped back to Marie, who looked like she’d rather be anywhere than in the presence of two powerful telepaths.

“Your wife?” Logan queried, and then reading the worried look in Marie’s eyes, added, “Well, good for you – you old perv.”

Kitty tried to muffle a snicker and failed. Noticing Scott’s agitation had resurfaced; she quickly excused herself because she really didn’t want to be called as a witness at his trial for murdering Wolverine.

Charles, meanwhile, ignored Logan’s comment as he was used to unfavorable reactions to the revelation that Marie was his wife and not his daughter – although most people weren’t as disrespectful – at least not to his face.

“Scott and Jean, I’d like to see you both in my office,” Charles told his senior staff members, then addressing his wife he said, “Rogue, please show Logan to his room in the teacher’s wing.”

It was too bad that Kitty had already left or Marie would’ve fobbed the task off on her.

“Of course, Charles,” she replied obediently and turned towards the staircase, “This way … Logan.”

Logan bounded after her like a happy puppy, a gesture that may have escaped Charles but not Scott. He dismissed it simply as Wolverine’s apparent penchant for anything with a double X chromosome and followed Charles and Jean down the hall to the Professor’s office.

~*~*~*


Once Logan felt they were safely out of earshot, he reached forward and wrapped his hand around Marie’s wrist.

“Don’t I get a ‘hello’ kiss?”

Marie turned to face him and gave him her best ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’ look. Logan wasn’t fooled for a minute.

“Oh, Logan,” Logan mimicked erotically.

She flushed the shade of pale pink that he so vividly remembered.

“Shush,” she warned, as she looked around her, checking to make sure they were alone.

Thankfully his assigned room was the first door on the right and she practically dragged him into it and slammed the door shut behind them.

“Damn, I guess you’re in more of a hurry for this reunion than I anticipated,” Logan said mischievously as he shucked the denim jacket and moved to peel his t-shirt off.

“Are you crazy?” she shot at him.

“No, actually I’m pissed off at you,” he snapped, “I wake up to a fuckin’ note and payment for services rendered.”

“I had to leave … before I was tempted to stay,” she admitted, “I’m sorry about the note.”

He had no idea how close she’d come to ditching her life at the mansion for him – so immediate flight had been necessary.

“And the money? Do you know how cheap that made me feel? Trust me, I have very little pride to hurt, but that was low. I know you picked me up off the street, but it wasn’t like I was leaning up against a lamppost on the corner.”

Marie’s eyes went wide as she realized the implication of her gesture. “You were hitchhiking and your stuff was shoved in a plastic grocery bag. I thought you could use the help, so I left all the cash I had on me. It was never intended as an insult,” she said genuinely apologetically.

So, she hadn’t reduced their lovemaking to something cheap, she’d just been trying to help someone she thought was in trouble. Logan had borne that hurt for three years – apparently for nothing it seemed.

“Oh, baby,” he said as he gathered her to him. Lowering his head he claimed her mouth in a tender kiss that soon turned passionate.

When they finally broke apart Marie had a look that made Logan think she hadn’t had that kind of physical contact since their previous time together. He surprised himself by not being crass enough to ask her how long it had been since she’d been laid.

“Charles and I can’t have that kind of relationship – so yes, it’s been a while,” she said as if she’d read his mind.

“Are you a telepath?”

“No, telepathy is Charles and Jean’s specialty,” she answered, then added, “I could tell from the look on your face that you were itching to ask me.”

“There’s been no one since me?” he asked hopefully, not wanting to contemplate the possibility of her writhing beneath a virile young lover.

“Not quite that long. About a year ago Scott and Jean were separated and …” she stopped herself, but it was too late, Logan had gotten the gist.

“So, you’re bi-sexual?” he inquired – not knowing if he wanted her to answer ‘yes’ because the thought excited him or that it would mean it hadn’t been Cyclops that she’d slept with.

“I don’t bat for my own team, if that answers your question,” she stated.

Damn, it had been the Boy Scout.

Marie saw Logan’s deflated look and found it necessary to explain, “It was only the one time.”

“How’d you manage that with two telepaths around?” His curiosity was piqued.

“We were on an overnight mission.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“That’s rather personal,” Marie huffed.

“I’ve had my face between your legs, I’d say that was more way more personal,” he reminded her.

Her perfect mouth dropped open the same way it had done on that gusty October night and she suddenly looked every inch the innocent she’d been at that moment.

“I’m sorry. I don’t have a whole lotta experience with classy broads… I’m mean, ladies – so I can be crude. Just so you know,” he ended with a smile he hoped was adorable enough for her to forgive him.

The smile she returned told him it had worked and he was indeed forgiven.

“Storm’s pushing for an etiquette class to be added to the curriculum. You could sign up. Just a thought,” Marie said with a dimpled grin.

“I’m too old to be a schoolboy. On the other hand, I bet I could teach you a thing or two,” he said and before she had a chance to react he pulled her against him and captured her mouth for another searing kiss.

A more-than-friendly hug would be difficult enough to explain, but a kiss – that would’ve been impossible. Lost in the heat of the kiss, Marie wasn’t thinking about the dangerous situation she’d placed herself in with this man. It wasn’t until he’d backed them up to the bed and was about to lower her down onto it that she finally came out of the lust-induced fog that had swirled itself around her.

“NO!” she cried out and gave him a firm shove.

The next thing Logan knew she’d fled his room, leaving him standing there bewildered and more aroused than he’d been in a long time. Looking down at the bulge in his jeans he realized he’d have to take a cold shower before he would be fit to be seen in polite company. He just prayed he didn’t get an erection every time he was around the delectable Mrs. Xavier or his career as a teacher-by-day/superhero-by-night would be short-lived – with Cyclops the one delivering the boot to his ass. Maybe the cute little brunette who called herself Shadowcat could keep him occupied enough to stay out of trouble.