Deception

Title: Deception

Rated: NC-17

Summary: Alternate X-Men Universe: Ororo Munroe, assassin, is hired

to kill Logan, (a.k.a. Wolverine) a former assassin and current

member of the mutant team X-Men.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Marvel does. :(

Though, I do like to have my fun with them. But it's just fun, so

don't sue...please.

Feedback: Yes, that would be lovely.











"I t'ink `dis is gonna be a tough one, chere," he says, taking the

binoculars from his eyes and wiping dark auburn hair away from his

eerie red eyes. Always that slight smile on his face as if he's

thinking of something mischievous.



"I don't know about this one, Remy," the woman laying on the grass

next to him says softly, taking the binoculars from him and taking a

look at the area far ahead of them. A very large building, and a

fountain sending water flying up and back into the small lake. A few

people walking around it, some playing basketball on a small

court. "It seems very risky. This is Xavier's mansion, for bloody

sake!"



"Oui, finalement, Magneto is pushing his luck," Remy says in his

strange French accent that comes from no other place then New

Orleans.



"Why did you get me in on this one?" she asks, brushing the long

strands of hair, that had escaped her ponytail, behind her ear. Her

hair is an almost black color, but a closer look reveals an odd

purple tint to it. Her face is beautiful except for the large red

design resembling a lightening bolt, in the way that it comes to a

sharp point, running down her face from hairline to jaw. She takes

her eyes away from the binoculars and looks at Remy with a dark brown

stare.



"Just wanted t' see your face again, Bets," he grins and she rolls

her eyes at him.



"Do you ever give up?" Elizabeth asks, leaning up on her elbows,

becoming uncomfortable laying on this hard grass surveying the

mansion.



"Non," he says and looks back out over the large expanse of grass.

Then he squints his eyes and then grabs the binoculars from her. She

gives him a hard look then turns her eyes where he's looking, trying

to see what has caught his interest. "'Dat look like Stormy

down `dere," he says.



"Where?" she asks, snatching the binoculars from him and looking.

Searching over the ground and finally getting the view of a white

haired, dark skinned woman. Elizabeth had only met Storm once or

twice, but she knew what she looked like. "Yes, you're right. That's

her." Storm is walking down the steps on the back porch, looking

around the beautiful scenery and smiling at the lake. Nobody else

around her...no, she directs her view upward and sees standing on the

top of the steps a red headed woman, Jean.



"Well, now we know `dat `dey haven' killed her yet, non?" Remy asks,

moving up to his knees and dusting his shirt off and reaching over

his dark brown jacket set down beside him. She hears him rustle

around for a moment before she hears the sound of a match being

struck and the smell of his cigarette reaches her nose.



Sighing she sets the binoculars down, "Yeah," she says. "This is

going to be a tough job though."



"Not necessarily," Remy says, pointing his cigarette at the

mansion, "If chere down `dere help us, then we don' have much t'

worry `bout. Storm can take down buildin's if she wanted."



"Maybe," she says skeptically, not trusting a woman she barely knew

and who is now walking around in the mansion that the person she had

been hired to kill lives in. "We should be going soon, before someone

spots us. They do have telepaths in that building," she says and

looks out at the mansion for a moment. Remembering the days when she

also had the abilities of telepathy. "Where did Sabertooth run off

to?" she asks, snapping herself out of her thoughts and pushing

herself off of the ground.



Remy smiles at her, his eyes lingering up and down her body. She

grits her teeth under his stare but he finally shrugs. "I do not

know...he went off `dat way and hasn' come back yet," Remy says,

pointing off to the right.



"He better not being doing anything foolish," she says angrily and

turns suddenly at a low growl behind her.



"Why Psylocke, I thought you would think more of me then that,"

Sabertooth growls, his dark eyes staring down at her intently,

predatorily. Her eyes turn hard as she recovers herself from that

small surprise. She was never able to quite get used to the way he

could move in such silence. He's like Wolverine in that way.



"Not with your rep, mon ami," Remy says, bending down to pick his

jacket off of the ground and shrugging into it. "Be more likely for

you t' go try and fight Wolverine while you were here, non?"



Sabertooth growls and gives Remy a frown, "Someone who knows what

there doin' has to take care of learning the layout of this place."



Psylocke shakes her head and picks up the binoculars, "Well,

whatever, I say we move out while we still can."



"Good idea, chere," Remy says with a small wink and holds out his

hand, allowing her to take the lead. Sabertooth stands behind for a

moment, then begins walking, but doesn't take the same path. He moves

back into the trees, his large body somehow disappearing against the

green foliage and she stares hard, trying to find him. But she finds

no sign, no sight or sound of him.



"I wish I could move that quietly," she says.



"You move silent enough, chere," Remy says from beside her, his foot

landing on a twig and it snaps loudly. He flinches and shakes his

head. She smiles.



"So why did Magneto send the Saberman with us on this little scouting

mission? Why not someone else?" she asks, curious.



Remy shrugs, then says, "He has `dose senses...can pick out t'ings we

can't." Psylocke nods and Remy continues. "It also could be `dat he

wanted to make sure his Stormy is alright."



"What?" she asks, moving quickly through the difficult path, moving

branches and stepping almost silently on the leaf covered ground.



"Oh nothin'," he says. "Jus' Storm and him together once...couple

months or so ago. But `dat's past, though Remy still get the feelin'

it's not exactly pass, know what I mean?" He bends, ducking under a

branch and searching his pockets for another cigarette, frowning

horribly when he takes out his pack and finds it empty. "Pourquoi,

moi?!" he whines, stuffing the package back into his pocket roughly.



**********



Strong arms extend, pushing his body up and a gasp for breath escapes

him, then he moves back down, his arms bending to about 90 degree

angles before pushing his body back up again.



"305," Jubilee says, her voice seeming bored but he glances over at

her and she's watching him intently.



Logan takes in a sharp breath again before his body moves back down,

then up. "306," she counts. He's been doing pushups for about 15

minutes now, his body still going strong but just slightly slower

then it had been moving.



"307," she says then adds, "How can you do so many? 308."



Logan just grunts and continues moving, not wanting to halt even

enough to answer her question. If he did he would be forced to think

about things again. He doesn't want to start doing that right now. He

just wants to work out, keep his mind occupied.



"309. So, what do you think of that Storm lady?" she asks, her voice

seeming to just pick that question out of the clear blue sky, but he

knows better.



Turning his head to give her a hard look he just grunts again, his

body not stopping it's constant movement.



"310, 311. That's what I thought," Jubilee says. "She doesn't seem

all bad though. She was walking around the garden earlier, talking

about all the plants."



Logan growls, his arms giving up as he is forced to start thinking

again. He pushes his body up, kneeling and reaches over to grab a

towel, wiping the small droplets of sweat from his forehead. "Don't

let her fool ya, darlin'," he says and stands. Jubilee looks at him

with a frown, probably expecting one of his lectures again but he

just turns and moves onto the large blue mat on the floor.



"I know," she says. "Just saying..." she suddenly stops talking and

Logan looks up at her curiously, knowing that when she stops speaking

something is up.



"What?" he asks.



Jubilee suddenly breaks out into a wide grin, "You like her don't

you?" she asks.



Logan stares at her in shock for what has to be minutes, "No," he

says seriously, his eyes locked hard with hers. She shrugs and looks

down as she begins kicking her feet against the bench she's sitting

on. He grumbles to himself as he snaps his neck with a positively

terrific pop of his neck. Shaking his head at her words. Like her? he

thinks, laughing mentally.



**********



"Alright, Jeannie," she hears Logan's voice as she steps closer.

Storm stops and presses her body against the wall. She moves closer

and holds her long white hair out of the way as she leans her head

out, peeking around the corner of the hallway. Storm had just come

from her first workout with the Professor in his attempt to help her

control her powers and she is tired and a bit angry. He had poked and

prodded her from every angle mentally and she felt like lashing out,

her mind hurt so much now from a headache it all had caused.



Logan is standing at the bottom of the stairwell looking slightly

upward as Jean looks down at him from a few steps higher. Jean smiles

a wide, bright smile and Storm narrows her eyes at her. The woman

thought she was something special didn't she? she thinks.



"Thank you, Logan. See you tomorrow morning," Jean says softly then

leans down and kisses him lightly on the cheek. Storm watches as his

hand lifts from the banister toward Jean but it stops suddenly and he

watches as the red head turns and heads up the stairs. Hmmm...her

brain begins to turn.



"Night, Red," he calls and moves away from the stairs. Storm moves

back and leans her back tight against the wall. Her entire body

tenses as Logan turns the corner and he spots her. She smiles warmly

at him but he just grunts sourly and continues on.



"Hey, Logan," Storm says and steps in beside him, putting a hand on

his shoulder. He shrugs it off violently and turns on her.



"Don't touch me!" he growls. His eyes burn down into hers for a long

moment then he continues walking.



Storm rolls her eyes, "Jeez...so jumpy. You would think I were

trying to kill you or something," she jokes, but he doesn't seem to

think it is funny.



Abruptly, she finds herself pushed up against the wall of the

hallway, his hands gripping her shoulders painfully and his teeth

bared only inches from her face. He glares down at her, a growl

thundering from his throat.



"Think you're funny?" he asks, his hot breath hitting her face and

she can smell the deep scent of his cigars and beer. Surprising,

it's more arousing then disgusting.



"Actually, I think I'm quite funny," she says. "What? Can't take a

joke, big boy?" She gives him a slow stare, smiling at his angry

growl, his attempt to intimidate her.



"What I can't take, is you!" he growls. "I hate you!"



"Well, I hate you too, so we're even," she shouts in his face.



She gasps as his lips are suddenly kissing her hard, grinding against

her own. His hard body pressing her into the wall. Logan's hand

slide down her body, running over her hips. Storm smiles in her head

as he growls into her mouth, his tongue eagerly pushing her lips

apart and forcing it's way into her mouth.



Logan's hips press into hers hard and she can feel his hard erection

press into her. She moans and he tears her control down with his

kissing. She wraps her arms around his neck, running her hands

through his hair and down the top of his shirt to feel the strong

muscles of his shoulders work. Desperately, she returns his kisses,

the need to have him like the other night overtaking her.



Forcefully, Logan's hands wrap under her thighs and lift her legs,

wrapping them around his waist. She moans as his body pushes her

harder into the wall, the pressure of his body against hers sending

wonderfully good feelings running through her body.



"Fuck..." he pants against her mouth. His arms wrap around her waist

and he pulls away from the wall, taking her with him. She brings her

mouth back to his, wanting to feel his hot tongue around hers again.

Logan groans, his fingers tightening and pressing into her back.

Storm smiles and in turn tightens her hips around him, making him

growl warningly. He nips her lips and tongue, her mind whirling from

the sensations.



Storm can feel his legs moving underneath them, and suddenly darkness

descends on her and she hears the sound of a door closing. She pulls

her mouth away and can see the twinkling points of light that are

Logan's eyes, but not much more then that. Her body is set down on a

cold surface. She brings her hands down to feel it, a hard

table...or desk.



Gasping in a sharp breath as Logan's hands move up her thighs and he

scraps his teeth against her neck. She leans back slightly, exposing

more neck and he growls softly, his tongue darting out to lick the

skin under her jaw.



"Logan..." she whispers as his hands slip under her shirt and run

hotly up her sides. Then slipping further up and under her bra to

wrap around her breasts. Storm wraps her legs behind his, pulling

his crotch hard against her, and he growls, teeth biting her skin

sharply. Then his mouth moves away from her neck and descends down

on her mouth roughly. She opens to him and his tongue pushes in,

hungrily tasting every ounce of her mouth. She is shocked by his

force.



Logan pulls away suddenly and she makes a small cry of disappointment

but he only brings his hands down to pull off the school sweatpants

she had borrowed from Jean, taking her panties with them. He growls

then, his eyes raking up her body. Moving forward, pushing his body

against her own that sitting on this table. His fingers digging into

her thighs. Storm quickly pulls her shirt over her head and smiles

at him, crooking her finger at him. Her eyes pick up Logan's look

grow more intense and hot, her body responding excitedly.



His lips fall to her shoulder and he kisses a hot trail up her neck,

her skin tingling from his touch. Her fingers dig into his shoulders

tightly. Logan's hands leave her thighs and she can feel them

pulling at his belt buckle desperately. He gasps against her lips,

his hot breath caressing her skin and she shivers, her legs wrapping

around his again, pulling him toward her.



She listens to his breathing, growing quicker and more desperate and

finds hers doing the same. Logan latches his lips onto hers again,

kissing her hard enough to match his desperation. Storm moans, her

legs tightening around him unconsciously. Logan groans, his mouth

leaving hers to take in a deep breath as he finally frees himself

from the confines of his tight jeans.



"Come on, Logan," she says softly, a whisper against his lips. His

tongue darts out against his bottom lip and she leans forward and

kisses him, pressing her lips hard against his and mimicking his

style by nipping his lips and tongue. Logan growls loudly and she

feels the press of him against her center. Please...she pleads

desperately inside her head.



He pushes into her slowly and her head falls back from the

pleasurable feeling of him filling her. Logan leans his head down to

rest against her neck and she feels his fingers tighten even harder

on her thighs.



Logan doesn't push all the way in before he's pulling out, then

pounding hard back into her. Storm cries out and Logan hisses and

leans down to kiss her harshly.



"Quiet..." he whispers, the sound of his voice a low

rumble. "They'll hear ya if ya make too much noise." She nods

quickly, just wanting him to continue and he does. Storm bites her

lip and digs her fingers into his back, feeling his hard muscles

moving rhythmically through his tight shirt.



Logan sets up a powerful motion, making Storm incoherent. Pounding

himself in and out of her. She's unable to form a thought, just able

lean back and hang on for the ride.



He leans his head down and pushes one of the cups of her bra aside as

he takes the dark nipple into his mouth. Storm gasps loudly, her

body arching into his. The pleasure mounting. His teeth take the

nipple between them and he licks the tip, growling loudly against her

skin. He wraps his hands under her thighs, lifting her legs to his

shoulders. Her body bends but the pleasure just grows as with every

stroke Logan hits that wonderful spot inside her.



"Oh my...Logan!" Storm yells, forgetting to keep quiet and she

tightens around him as she approaches her orgasm. The growing sharp

sensations on the edge of her vision...please! she begs inside her

head. Logan groans roughly, his hands falling from her legs to grip

her hips tightly, directing her down on him hard.



Logan's body begins to tense, his fingers digging into her flesh.

She can see his eyes are closed tight. She can feel his hot breath

on her shoulder, panting hotly on the skin. His hips move harder and

faster, rocking her back and forth on the table...or desk...whatever

it is.



Then he pushes into her hard and deep, his hands pulling her down on

him, impaling him far inside her and she cries out again, yelling his

name as she is thrown over the edge, her body erupting in pleasure.

Through her shattering senses she notices Logan growl loudly and

feels his teeth against her shoulder.



Slowly Storm takes deep breaths, trying to gain some sort of

control. Logan's head is resting against her shoulder again and she

runs her hands up his back and neck, through his wild hair and back

down, soothingly. He's breathing deeply and groans softly every now

and then. She shifts slightly, to press closer to his body and

realizes that he is still hard inside her.



"You didn't--" she stops at his soft chuckle. "What?"



"Oh, I did, darlin'," he says, his head coming up and she sees a

bright twinkle in his eyes.



Her eyes widen slightly and she smiles, "Wow...healing factor?" she

asks. She sees the movement of his head nodding. "Hmm...and I

thought I wasn't getting any from you."



"Fuckin' bitch." he mutters viscously and suddenly he pulls back,

leaving her empty and cold without the warmth of his body. She's

staring into the darkness, wondering what she did wrong. The sound

of his zipper going up is loud in the silence and she crosses her

arms over her chest angrily.



"Where are you going?" she asks, listening to the clatter of his belt

buckle as he redoes it.



"Away from you," he growls, his voice angry and rough. "Don't want

to give you the chance to stick a fuckin' knife in me this time."



Storm huffs, "You know I'm not trying to kill you anymore."



"Oh yeah?!" he growls. "How the fuck am I supposed to know

that? `Cause you say so? Sorry, sweetheart, if I don't take you

word on it."



"So you're just going to fuck me and leave me here?!" she shouts.



"That's what I had in mind," he says. Storm hears the door open and

light suddenly floods into the room and she can make him out

perfectly. His eyes as hard as ever and stance as tense as it had

been in the gym last night. Without saying another word he steps out

of the room, closing the door behind him with an audible click.



"Bastard!" Storm yells at the door, her hand falling on something on

the table. She lifts it and throws it at the door. It slams with a

loud crash and clatters to the floor. The sudden violent act not

enough to douse her anger.



Stupid asshole thinks he can do this to me? she asks herself

angrily. Slipping off of the table she bends down and picks her

clothes up in the darkness, dressing herself. He'll pay for this,

she thinks. He'll be sorry.



Storm swipes her long white hair behind her back and steps out of the

room, her head held high as if nothing happened.



***********



"Do you think I was wrong in allowing Storm to stay with us, Jean?"

the Professor asks, wheeling his chair around to the window and

staring out at the sky.



"I don't know, Professor. She seems nice, but you never know. And

with someone trained by Magneto and who came so close to killing

Logan, you can never be sure. She's definitely strong and has a

temper," Jean says, sitting in a chair in the middle of the room.



"Yes, I know. How is Logan doing?"



"Oh, he's fine. I made him promise not to hurt Storm," she laughs

softly. "So he's trying to avoid her as much as possible. He's even

spent time with Scott to avoid roaming the halls in case he might run

into her."



The Professor shakes his head, "Something keeps bugging me, like I

made a mistake."



"What do you mean?" Jean asks, a worried expression falling on her

face.



The Professor shrugs and says, "I do not know. But something. As if

letting her stay here is some kind of danger."



"Do you think she'll try to kill Logan again, or someone else?" Jean

asks.



"Again, I do not know, but I would hate to turn my back on her just

because I had a feeling. What if she is a truly good person that

just needs a little guidance?" He sighs and wipes his face with his

hand in an attempt to clear his head. "And this tension that she's

brought to the mansion, it cannot be good."



"Everybody is just a little worried about her. They don't know if

they are able to trust her or not. Just acting the same as they did

when you allowed Logan to stay, aren't they?"



"Yes, I suppose you are right. Maybe I am just worrying too much.

The only real problem I see is between Logan and her. I do not see

them getting along too well any time soon," he says tiredly.



"I think that little relationship will take time to before either of

them will be able to spend time with the other," Jean says.



**********



"We scouted all around the mansion, Magneto," Sabertooth says in his

rough voice, watching the man walk across the floor in front of him.



"Good, and they do in fact have Storm with them?" Magneto asks, eyes

falling on each member of the Brotherhood standing before him.

Sabertooth, Mystique, Toad, Gambit, and Psylocke. Sabertooth

standing by himself near the wall. Toad watching intently also,

crouched down on his haunches. Mystique quietly watches all of them,

her arms crossed over her chest. Gambit is standing confidently next

to Psylocke, smoking a cigarette. And Psylocke is trying her best to

ignore the man and pay attention to Magneto.



"Yes," Psylocke answers before Sabertooth can speak up. "She was

walking around the mansion and looking at the flowers."



Magneto frowns for a moment then shakes his head, dismissing

it. "And of Wolverine?" he asks.



"Nothing, Magneto," she says.



"We didn' see him," Gambit says. "He wasn' walking outside."



"Sabertooth?" Magneto says, turning his hard eyes on the tall man.



Sabertooth nods, his long hair falling to the front of his

shoulders. "He's there. I smelled him around the place. He had

just taken a walk around the edge of the woods that morning."



Sabertooh's teeth gleam sharply at the thought of getting a chance to

meet with Wolverine again. If he had his way this would end with

them only picking up one lost member, not two. That's the only

reason he's even agreeing to do this little mission. Otherwise he

would never agree to attack Xavier's mansion, there were just too

many, not even for Ororo.



"Good," Magneto nods. "Good."



"Magneto, I just want to say that I think this is a bit on the insane

side. Attacking Xavier's mansion? And trying to capture both Storm

and Wolverine...in tact...that's a lot you're asking," Mystique says.



"Yeah," Toad speaks up. "We going to be able to do this?"



"Yes," Magneto says. "We just need to get a message inside to our

beautiful Storm," he looks at Mystique and she nods. "And everything

will work out fine."