Fine Lines

WARNING: This chapter contains non-consensual sex.

Fine Lines: Chapter 2

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Rolling over on his bed and shoving one arm under his pillow, Logan was soon woken by the insistent knocking on his door. "WHAT!?" he growled angrily, snatching his pillow and clamping it down over his head.

"Rise and shine Logan! Your training session starts in ten minutes!" Hank called out, much too cheery at ten to four in the morning.

With a grumpy groan followed by a heavy sigh, he sat up with a grunt and rolled out of bed. 'I'm gonna kick Vic's ass in trainin' fer this,' he thought bitterly while making his way toward his bathroom.

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Logan was taking out his training attire when Victor strolled into the locker room with a vicious sneer on his face. Refraining from saying anything, he pulled on his black sweats before tugging on a dark grey t-shirt that had the sleaves ripped off, and the school's 'X' logo on the left side of his chest.

"Ya know, this whole situation is kinda ironic," Creed started up with his usual arrogant tone. He opened up his locker and began taking out a pair of black shorts and grey t-shirt with the 'X' logo. It was the same as Logan's shirt, but the sleaves weren't ripped off, merely frayed a little. "We get in trouble fer fightin', an' they punish us by putting us together in a training session where we get ta beat the livin' shit outta eachother." He smirked.

With a grunt, Logan ignored Victor as he strode out of the locker room, not bothering to put on a pair of shoes.

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The danger room session started out as simple excercises and stretching routines, which was then morphed into a sparring match between Logan and Victor. Hank knew of their animosity toward eachother, and found that a monitored session was an educational experience they could both learn from.

"I'd like you to both work on kicking and blocking now." Beast said firmly but calmly while he stepped off the large blue mat the two teens had been sparring on. He crossed his arms over his chest and watched carefully, preparing to step in if things got rough.

"No problem, Teach." Sabretooth said with a sneer directed at Logan. He dropped into a defensive stance as his sparring partner took the offensive. "Well Runt, what're you waitin' for?" he smirked.

With a low growl and a conscious effor to suppress his rage, Wolverine calculated his movements as they were supposed to, going for a leg sweep.

Sabretooth easily leapt over the swinging leg, a cocky smirk set on his face as he bared his sharp canines. "That all ya got? Ha!" He guffawed loudly and threw his head back.

This was exactly what Wolverine wanted him to do. He needed to make Sabretooth sure of himself like he knew exactly what moves Logan was about to use. Going in for another leg sweep, he waited until Victor jumped for the oncoming attack, then Wolverine caught him just after his feet re-touched the mat and he flipped his opponent on his back. Logan stood over Sabretooth and glared down coolly at him with his arms crossed. "Got ya."

"That was a cheap trick!" Victor growled, unwilling to admit he was bested by the shorter mutant.

"No, no," Beast shook his head for where he stood and smiled, waving an arm for a brief moment. "Actually, that was a good tactic. Wolverine effectively took advantage of your arrogance Sabretooth."

Snapping his head toward the instructor, Victor glared, his cat-like eyes glinting eerily against the light in the danger room.

Beast stared back at the teen without flinching. He just smiled, which angered Victor even more. "Now Sabretooth, you have a go at an offensive attack."

"With pleasure," he rumbled, turning a wicked grin toward Wolverine who was already in a defensive posture. Faking a punch to his opponent's right shoulder, Sabretooth struck out to hit Wolverine's chest when he dodged, but the shorter mutant had already anticipated the move, and managed to get away in time. Growling and baring his sharp, yellowish teeth, Sabretooth took a swipe at Wolverine's head, and as he crouched to avoid the hit, Victor quickly brought up his knee and caught Logan in the stomach.

Gasping with a sneer, Wolverine staggered back a little, then released a roar, ignoring Beast's attempts to stop the sparring match. As he flung himself at Sabretooth, he resisted the urge to sink his claws into the feral's gut, and instead grabbed his neck and put him in a choke hold.

"Stop this now!" Hank hollered, jumping into the fray and struggling to drag the fiesty, shorter mutant away from his long-time rival. "Logan! Logan, calm down!" He shouted, having to wrestle the teen to the ground, pinning his hands behind him with a knee in his back. "Control your anger!" he said sternly as the teen breathed heavily.

Sabretooth got to his feet and put a hand to his throat, coughing for a moment and taking a deep breath. He glared down at Logan who was being pinned to the floor as he still seethed with anger. The glint in Victor's eyes clearly said, 'I'll get you for this runt'. He looked to Beast. "We done for th' day Teach?"

"Yes," Hank sighed, tilting his chin toward the door. "Go shower and get ready for class, we'll talk about this later." He instructed sternly.

Logan still continued to struggle beneath his teacher's weight. "Lemme up McCoy, I'll tear out 'is liver!" he growled through clenched teeth.

"That is precisely why I cannot let you up until you've calmed down." Hank said with a firm, even tone to his voice.

As his rage subsided, Logan relaxed but was still breathing heavily.

Noticing the difference, Hank testily loosened his hold. "Can I release you now or will I have to put you in holding?" he asked with a bit of light-hearted humor.

Snorting, Logan grumbled, "I'm fine, let me up."

Hank did so, somewhat hesitantly, then watched as the angry teen stormed out of the danger room.

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"Did ya hear 'bout Logan an' Victor this mornin'?" Rogue asked Ororo, leaning across the lunch table and speaking quietly.

"They got in ANOTHER fight?!" Kitty butted in with disbelief, Jubilee releasing a snort of laughter beside her.

"I'm not surprised," the yellow-clad teen added with a slight roll of her eyes before taking a bite of her sandwich.

The redhead at the table said nothing and idly picked through her salad.

Ororo sighed and looked back to Rogue. "Yes, I've heard, SEVERAL times, and not once by my own boyfriend."

The southern bell smiled a little. "Aw, don't worry 'bout it 'Ro. Y'all know how Logan is."

"Hm," taking a sip of her water, Ororo's eyes wandered around the lunch room, settling on Victor as he exchanged rough chatter with his pals at a table in the corner.

Noticing what her friend was staring at, Jean leaned toward her. "Those guys give me the creeps. Victor especially." She gave a light shudder and grimaced.

"I know what you mean," Ororo said quietly, turning away as the blue teenager known as Mystique said something to Victor and he glared wickedly toward the wind-rider.

Tilting her head to one side, Kitty spotted someone across across the lunch room and stood up, grabbing her tray. She had a big smile on her face. "There's Peter! I'll see you guys later," she said hurriedly before taking off.

Rogue rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I swear that girl goes inta stupid mode whenever Pete's around."

Jubilee laughed and glanced over to Ororo. "Speakin' of 'stupid', where's that boyfriend o' yours 'Ro?"

"Jubes!" the wind-rider scolded, smacking her friend in the arm. "That is not funny. Logan isn't stupid."

The girl just laughed. "So then tell me how come he's got a 'D' in Math class an' never does his homework?" Jubilee smirked.

"Maybe he's just bad at math," Rogue mumbled with disinterest in the conversation. She looked at Jean briefly before focusing back on her lunch.

"Shouldn't he be taking the college courses with you and I Ororo?" Jean rose a delicate eyebrow and leaned one elbow on the table. "He is nineteen and he graduated past the Highschool classes right?"

Ororo sighed and frowned slightly. "Yes, he's finished the highschool classes but he's bad at math, so what? Jubilee's in an advanced course when she should be taking eleventh-grade academic classes. Who cares? So Logan's not much for school, what's the big deal." She was starting to get a bit angry. Why were they all picking on HER boyfriend anyway?

"Okay, but where is he?" Jubilee repeated her earlier question.

"I'm not sure." Ororo shrugged, her eyes quickly sweeping over the entire lunch room. "He's probably eating outside with Kurt."

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That night Ororo was sleeping soundly in her bed when her mind began to wander to a wonderful dream.

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Inside her room, Ororo sat up in bed with bleary eyes focusing on the door as it began to creak open. She smiled when she saw Logan poke his head in. His hair was rumpled with sleep, and his attire consisted of a pair of plaid boxer shorts which he usually slept in. "What are you doing here?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

Grinning wolfishly, Logan stepped into the room, closing the door behind him carefully before he strode toward her. Climbing up on the end of the bed, he crawled toward her until he was hovering over her prone form.

He hadn't said a word, and Ororo just smiled saucily as he began kissing her, drawing back her blankets so he could loving stroke her sides. She moaned softly, arching her neck back as he continued kissing her all over. She squirmed a little as he pulled her silky nightgown up over her thighs, then painstakingly slowly traced a finger over her clit. "Logan," she whispered softly with a moan.

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Opening her eyes with a bit of a start when she actually felt a heavy body hovering over her, Ororo gasped with horror. It wasn't even Logan, it was Victor. Before she had the chance to scream, he clamped a hand over her mouth and forced her head back down to the pillow.

"It ain't the runt babe," he sneered wickedly above her.

Her eyes teared with the sudden terror that overcame her as she felt her panties being torn from her body. Ororo's nightgown was pulled up to her waist, and Victor's free hand had ventured downward as he began to tease her clit. Her cries were muffled as she struggled, doing all she could do free herself and not become aroused. Emotions ruling her powers, Ororo couldn't muster up enough control to force the teenager back with a heavy wind or strike him with a lightning bolt. All she could do was conjure up a heavy rainstorm outside.

Victor was easily aroused at her futile attempts to escape him, and with a sick grin, he plunged a thick, clawed finger into her resistant opening. Her muffled cries of pain amused him as he scratched at her from the inside with his sharp claw. "How do ya like that girl?" he hissed with supressed laughter. The last thing he wanted was someone to barge in the room and end his fun.

More tears streaked Ororo's face and she tried arching her neck back, gritting her teeth from the agony between her legs. His rough finger stroked her inside with no gentleness whatsoever, clawing her up and making her want to yell out in pain. Then it suddenly stopped as he drew his finger out of her and licked the blood and other bodily juices from his hand. The grin on his face made her want to puke. Victor still had one hand firmly over her mouth she she couldn't scream.

Fearful eyes watching him through the dimness of the darkened room, Ororo's stomach twisted into knots as she watched Victor's other hand reach into his sweatpants to free his throbbing, erect cock. She couldn't help but think that for all his macho posturing, Creed wasn't very big. He appeared just about average, but that didn't make her cringe in fear any less. Ororo tried shaking her head 'no' under his grip, but he suddenly spread her legs and drove deep inside of her.

Victor supressed his own moan as his cock probed into the wind-rider's tight core, her trembling body writhing beneath him.

Ororo clenched her eyes shut at the overwhelming pain, and she could feel hot blood pooling out of her between their joined bodies. She didn't want this, oh Goddess she didn't want this. She had still been a virgin and she wanted her first time to be with someone she cared about, not this horny brute on top of her. She wanted her first to be Logan. As Creed rammed into her harder and harder with no amount of gentleness, Ororo felt on the verge of passing out.

Nearly out of breath, Victor pulled himself from the girl's wet and bloodied opening as he felt his oncoming orgasm. His hand covering Ororo's mouth loosened just a little when he turned to the side and let himself come all over the bedsheets beside her body. He shuddered with pleasure, then felt a sudden pain in his left hand and released an angered roar of surprise.

Having clamped her teeth down hard on Victor's hand, Ororo released a feeble cry of help before she passed out.

"Shit!" Growling, Sabretooth hurried off the bed and adjusted his pants, a glare shooting toward the door as it was flung open heavily and Logan barged into the room.

"CREED!" he howled with teeth bared and his nostrils flaring. Logan's eyes shifted immediately to Ororo's bed when he easily picked up on the smell of sex and blood. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" he growled, enraged. His claws unsheathed by his sides, ignoring the sound of shouts behind him as a couple of the other students came running down the hall, having been woken by the noise.

"Don't worry Runt, I jus' broke 'er in for ya," Victor sneered smugly before quickly retreating out toward the balcony and jumping down two floors.

Logan rushed over to the bed as Scott, Jean, and Remy pushed their way into the room behind him. He stood there staring at her prone body in shock, too afraid to touch her. She just looked so fragile to him. His shock and sadness was soon overcome by anger as his fists clenched tightly, claws still unsheathed.

"Scott, go get Mr. McCoy and Moira NOW!" Jean yelled to her boyfriend as she went around the other side of the bed and knelt beside Ororo, pulling a dry sheet up to cover her. It didn't take a genius, or a telepath, to figure out what had happened.

Remy turned to Logan with a raised eyebrow as the other teen let out a feral roar, then barrelled toward the open balcony door and jumped, intent on going after Creed. "That lil' guy be one crazy sonuvabitch non?" he mumbled to no one imparticular.

Jean stared at him coldly. "You'd be acting the same way if it was Rogue," she looked down worriedly at Ororo and blinked back tears.

Remy sighed, but he couldn't even look at Ororo. Moving toward the door, he started pushing back the rest of the curious and concerned teenagers. "G'won back to bed, there nothin' to see here." He made them leave, then went over to the balcony and looked out over the grounds as Hank and Moira hurried into the room.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long. Please review! More to come!