The Unintentional Donor

Chapter Four


No sooner had Logan locked the door than he and Kitty lunged at each other. Their mouths were fused together in an urgent kiss as fumbling hands sought to free themselves from their clothing. Fabric was yanked and buttons were torn from their moorings – tumbling down onto the hardwood floor like bizarre-looking plastic raindrops.

Kitty’s hands were eagerly exploring the chest she hadn’t been able to get out of her mind ever since he’d opened that motel door. Logan, growing impatient with fiddling with the clasp of her bra, was just about to release part of one claw and simply slice it off of her.

“I want you to fuck me,” Kitty told him once they broke for air.

Suddenly struck with a case of déjà vu, he remembered another Xavier Institute resident who’d made the same request.

"Wait," Logan gasped as he untangled himself from her and backed a couple of steps away. "I can't do this."

“Of course you can. We’re consenting adults and it’s not like this is the rec room.”

Logan threw her a quizzical look.

“Scott and Jean. The pool table. Apparently they forgot about the security cameras. The video disc of the incident somehow got returned to Blockbuster in the box marked “The Little Mermaid”. The next person to rent that DVD …well, you get the idea.”

“I knew the minute I saw the leather uniforms you people were kinky,” Logan said with amusement.

Kitty eliminated the small gap between them and put her arms around his neck, “Why don’t you just consider me your ‘welcome to the club’ representative?”

“Kitty, I’ve used women all of my remembered life. Do you really wanna be just another insignificant piece of ass?”

“It could lead to something,” she answered hopefully.

Logan cast his eyes down and replied, “Maybe, if we weren’t … here.”

Realization suddenly dawned on her and this time she was the one who stepped backward. “Marie.”

He nodded in affirmation and raised his eyes back up to her.

“Look around you, Logan. All of this – it all belongs to her as well as Charles. No offense, but do you honestly think she’s going to give it all up … for you?”

“I may not have Chuck’s money, but I’ve got things to offer.”

“Like what? While I’m sure what you’ve got between your legs is very impressive, it’s not exactly valuable unless you’re planning a career in porn. Or maybe you could make a few bucks as a sperm donor,” she said, then added, “Oh wait, you’ve already done that.”

“Way to make my dick deflate.”

Embarrassed by her sarcastic remark, she quickly countered, “I’m sorry.”

“People have been taking swipes at me my whole life, I should be used to it by now,” he replied sorrowfully.

Kitty stepped closer to him and gingerly put her arms around him. Instead of pulling back as she’d expected, he sank into the embrace and even reciprocated the hug.

“I really need a friend,” he said, his voice choked with raw emotion.

“You have one,” she replied softly and kissed him tenderly on the cheek.

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear and then stroking his thumb down the side of her face, he told her, “If it’s any consolation to your ego, I really want you in my bed tonight.”

“But you don’t want Marie to think you’re a callous bed-hopping jerk so you’re gonna behave yourself,” she finished for him, then asked, “Is that your plan?”

“I didn’t say it was a good plan,” he said with a smirk.

“On the contrary, I have no doubt you could charm the panties right off of her. Just don’t get your hopes up that you’d ever be more than a quickie in the linen closet.”

Noticing the look of contemplation on Logan’s face, she added, “Of course, if Scott ever caught you with your ‘hand in the cookie jar’...”

“Considering the skeleton he’s hiding in his own closet where Marie’s concerned, I ain’t worried about the Boy Scout ratting me out.”

“Good point.”

“I think I love her, Kitty.”

“You don’t even know her. You just love the idea of her,” she countered gently.

When Logan didn’t answer, she said, “Well, I better be going.”

“Kitty, have you ever … you know … with Scott?” Logan asked.

“Only when I close my eyes,” she replied with a playful smile. “Look, Scott may have a starring role in a lot of the fantasies around here, but he hasn’t actually worked his way through the roster. Apart from his one lapse with Marie, he’s been faithful to Jean.”

“And what about Jean?”

“Considering a Plan B?”

“Funny.”

“Well, she was a bit jealous when Marie married Charles, but I don’t think that was sex-related,” then she added with a grimace, “At least I hope not.”

“Do you think they … ” Logan trailed off.

Kitty had to stifle the temptation to laugh out loud at Logan’s curiosity about Charles’ ability to be a proper husband.

“The wheelchair isn’t because he’s just too lazy to walk,” she replied deciding to playfully torture him a tad longer by not giving him a straightforward answer.

Logan rose to the bait. “Nothing works … down there?” he asked pointing to his own crotch.

This time she couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping. “There’s no way that Charles could …” she raised her pointer finger in an upward motion, “*rise* to the occasion without a penile implant.”

“If I were him, and she was my wife, I’d get adamantium injected into my dick,” he replied bluntly.

At that pronouncement Kitty burst out laughing, picked up her discarded top and then headed for the door. Logan didn’t attempt to stop her because by this point the conversation had taken too weird of a turn for any kind of recovery. After she’d exited and closed the door behind her, he scrubbed his hand over his face in resignation and headed for the bathroom. A few minutes later he stood under the soothing spray of the rainfall showerhead trying to imagine any one of the women he’d met in recent months as he ran his hand up and down his length, but they all kept dissolving into Marie. Finally, he gave up trying to find a suitable substitute and allowed himself to fantasize about the one he really wanted. He revisited their one night together – a night unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, or been able to recapture with anyone else since. He also recalled his initial feelings of disappointment, hurt and then anger after waking up alone – and how he’d taken it out on the next few women who’d shared his bed. Those memories of rough, emotionally detached sex eclipsed the images of him and Marie making love and Logan found that he was unable to take himself over the edge. In frustration he turned the temperature control to the coldest setting and stood there until he began to shiver.

~*~*~*


Meanwhile in the Xavier’s suite Marie was attending to her husband. When she’d gained control of her mutation, one of the first things she’d done was take a physical therapy course so that she could administer his daily massage. While her touch had always been soothing it was never sensual – but tonight her fingers danced across his back and down his legs in a way that was less of a kneading action and more like a caress. Charles didn’t give it too much thought, assuming she’d merely implemented a different technique – until she leaned down and planted a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. He immediately rolled over onto his back and flashed his wife a questioning look. The first kiss had certainly taken him by surprise and the second one she proceeded to drop onto his mouth confused him, but straddling his thighs and peeling off her nightgown rendered him utterly bewildered.

“Marie?” he stammered even as his eyes automatically went to her bare breasts. Perfect breasts he noted. Even though a marriage certificate may have given him rights to think of Marie sexually, he never had. Their relationship had always been one of companionship – something that hadn’t changed even after they’d decided to add a child to their unusual family. He didn’t understand why she was suddenly altering the dynamic of their arrangement.

“Touch me,” she instructed – and then, not waiting for him to respond, she took his hands and placed them on her breasts.

Charles stroked his thumbs over her nipples before abruptly pulling his hands back. Marie was always careful to shield her thoughts around him, so he was unprepared that she was projecting. Although the thoughts and images were mere flashes and he couldn’t make out anything specific, he was keenly aware that he was not the reason she was turned on.

“Marie, I think you need to go to your own room,” he said calmly.

If he thought his apparent rejection would diminish her inexplicable ardor, he was wrong.

“You and I both know that two people can pleasure each other even if penetration isn’t possible, ” she stated as she shifted onto her knees and hooked her fingers into the band of her panties.

Charles grabbed a hold of one of her wrists, stopping her from going any further. To say the moment was awkward was an understatement. A small voice calling out from the other room requesting a glass of water saved both of them from further embarrassment. Marie shimmied back into her nightgown and went to take care of Chance. Charles released the breath he didn’t even realize he’d been holding. Not wishing to delve into this tonight, he turned off the bedside light and hunkered down under the covers hoping that Marie would take the hint when she returned.

After attending to her son’s needs Marie noticed Charles’ room was cloaked in darkness, so with a resigned sigh she headed for her own room. She couldn’t blame Charles for his reaction to her precipitous behavior and she didn’t look forward to the inevitable discussion on the matter.

Once ensconced in her own bed, knowing that when Charles slept he wasn’t able to pick up projections, Marie figured it was safe to attempt to bring herself physical release. She tried conjuring up her safe fantasy. Scott. The one night she’d spent with him had managed to provide her with enough material to occasionally replace her Logan fantasies. That was until he’d shown up in the foyer of her home. As she explored herself, Scott quickly dissolved into Logan. She was teetering on the brink, so close to taking herself over the edge, when the image of Logan and Kitty entering his room together – obviously heading for bed – flashed into her head and destroyed the moment. Here she was pretending that Logan was making love to her while right now Kitty was actually experiencing the real thing. And Kitty, being currently unattached, would no doubt get to enjoy more than just one encounter with him.

Even though she’d longed for her own real relationship, Marie had never been jealous of the various couplings that had sprung up over the years. She’d been pleased for her friends when they’d found happiness in the arms of one of the many hunky men who lived at the mansion. She should be happy for Kitty she chided herself. It wasn’t working – and the pint of Godiva chocolate ice cream tucked in the back of the freezer was calling to her – so she kicked off the covers and headed downstairs – deciding to surrender to that temptation instead.

~*~*~*


She walked into the kitchen and found Logan sitting at the table nursing a Molson’s.

“I thought you’d be … ” she trailed off unable to complete the sentence, realizing that saying ‘banging Kitty’ would sound crass.

“What?” Logan pressed.

“Well,” Marie hesitated, “it’s just that I saw you and Kitty going into your room and …”

“And you figured I’d still be up there screwing her into my mattress,” he finished for her.

“I wouldn’t have put it quite like that.”

Logan was tempted to say, “Of course you wouldn’t, princess.” But then he remembered he was aiming to make a good impression and insulting her would defeat that purpose. So instead, with a grin, he said, “I’ll be the first person to sign up for Storm’s etiquette class once it’s given the green light.”

It worked because Marie favored him with a smile that reached all the way to her eyes.

“Kitty and I are just friends,” he continued, “Ya know, in case you were wondering.”

She nodded in acknowledgement of that declaration and replied, “But remember, she was my best friend first – so I get dibs if ever we’re both having a crisis at the same time.”

“Deal. Just so long as you don’t suggest Scott as my back-up pal.”

Marie didn’t wish to encourage Logan’s antagonism towards Scott – even if it was done in jest, so she told him gently but firmly, “You’re not required to like Scott, but you do need to respect him as our team leader.”

Logan was many things, but completely oblivious to the obvious wasn’t one of them, so he recognized when he was getting too close to crossing a line and his toes were right on the edge of this particular one. He’d have to watch his mouth around the people who had Scott on a pedestal.

“I’ll try,” he offered, not wanting to completely acquiesce.

“Promise?”

“Yeah, I promise.”

There was an awkward silence that in actuality probably only lasted for a few moments, but seemed like an eternity to both occupants of the kitchen. The lapse in conversation gave them both time to notice what the other one was wearing – Marie in her body-skimming emerald nightgown and Logan in just a pair of faded jeans and no shirt. But while both of them were turned on, only one had the advantage of being able to smell the other’s arousal.

“Marie,” was all Logan managed to get out before bolting out of his chair and lunging for her.

“Oh God,” Marie cried out as lifted her onto the table and pushed up her nightgown. Her panties were ripped from her body and tossed onto the floor. Divesting himself of his jeans, he was naked and on top of her in mere seconds. She splayed her legs cooperatively and he entered her in one powerful thrust. As he buried his face against her throat she raised her hips and he pushed in so that he was embedded to the hilt. She raked her fingers through his hair and wrapped her legs around his hips as he began pumping. His lips burned a trail of heated kisses from her neck to her mouth, which he claimed hungrily. She responded with equal enthusiasm – the reality of kissing him even better than the memories she’d clung to.

They made love with an intensity that surpassed their first time together - three years of aching want and unquenched desire needing to be satiated. The heat from Logan’s skin seemed to set her own ablaze and Marie pondered if she’d be covered in telltale scorch marks in the morning. By the time she climaxed she thought she’d spontaneously combust. Logan’s own release a moment later was just as intense. Slipping out of her, he rolled to his side so as not to crush her with his weight and pulled her limp body tightly against his. He enveloped her in his arms; his hands splayed across her back as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against the solid wall of his chest.

He smelled the tears before he heard the muffled sob. Not knowing exactly why she was crying – guilt, or possibly pain, as he hadn’t been gentle, being his initial guesses – never even considering joy as a possibility – he was unsure how to respond. At a loss for the appropriate words, he simply caressed her in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Marie finally managed to choke out.

Logan was flooded with both relief and elation. He tilted her face up to his, confessing, “I’ve missed you too.” Before kissing her with a tenderness that conveyed more emotion than anything he could’ve expressed verbally.