What Doesn't Kill You Only Makes You Stronger

A/N...Here's a wee bit of the smutty stuff for ya. It's been a whilesince I've written anything naughty--hope ya like it.

And on with the show........

~*~*~

Despite her less than restful sleep, Chandra was awake soon after the
sunrise. That was nothing new. After the pick-me-up that the
Initiative had administered to her DNA, the mutant needed far less
sleep than the average human. She would think that the same would be
said for Logan. However, her companion was still deep in slumber when
she opened her eyes that morning.

At some point he must have stripped himself of his shirt because she
woke with her cheek resting against the warm skin of chest and his
bare arms wrapped about her lithe body. Chandra basked in his
presence for a long while, thanking the Powers That Be for the
comfort that had been brought to her in this Logan-shaped package.

She knew there would be little time for this reveling, though. If he
hadn't already, her father would find her. And once he did, he would
ready the compound for attack. Stryker knew her well enough to know
that she wouldn't just run and leave it at that. Jason was still in
his custody and Chandra would do anything for her brother. Even kill
her own father and destroy his entire life's work.

Luckily for Hostile 315, the Colonel couldn't use her connection with
Jason to his benefit. Jason could only open it if he was in full
control of his faculties and when he was, Stryker had no way to
decipher truth from illusion. Relying on Jason's mutation was pure
chance and her father couldn't take that kind of risk.

Both sides would be using that weekend to prepare for imminent
battle. And if she knew the professor, he was already briefing the
members of his team who dared to wake this early on a Saturday.
Perhaps the hardest part of this current ordeal would be meeting
Xavier's students.

Would they fear her? Consider her a freak among freaks? Besides
Hank, would she be the only obvious mutant? With her regal air,
Ororo's appearance did nothing to belie her status as a mutant. She
was merely seen as a terribly striking woman. Chandra wasn't that
lucky. She couldn't be more obvious if 'MUTANT!' was tattooed on her
forehead in bold letters.

At least, that's how she saw herself.

`Argh,' she mentally growled, her nerves beginning to get the best o
f her. `Must have a cigarette. Or twelve.'

Using her inherited stealth, she crept out of bed, careful not to
wake Logan. The pack of cigarettes Logan had had last night was
easily found in a pocket of his discarded flannel shirt and for once
Chandra was grateful for her enhanced sense of smell. A lighter
wasn't necessary as she conjured a small flame in the palm of her
hand to ignite the cigarette. A soap dish pilfered from the bathroom
served as an ashtray while she indulged in one of her favorite vices.

Twenty minutes of pacing and threearetarettes later, Chandra was
still buzzed with anxiety. The mutant had two options available to
her: find someone to knock around or find someone to fuck. She came
to a stop in front of the bed to regard her slumbering companion.

Yes, a good fuck would definitely do her some good--preferably if
said fuck was with Logan...

As unintentional as it was, Colonel Stryker had made for damn sure
that the Wolverine would be the only man able to fulfill Chandra
sexually. He'd wanted to replicate Weapon X, right down to the
animalistic tendencies, and he'd gotten it dead on with Chandra. God
only knew how many paramours (courtesy of the Initiative) she had
gone through since the experiments began. She'd had male and female
partners of both human and mutant persuasions. The scientists had
been fascinated with the effects her new mutation had had on her sex
drive and watched time and time again as she coupled with soldiers
and subjects only to find that no one could keep up with her. She'd
even been with Spike. The vampire was the only one who even came
close to sating her carnal desires. But despite being a spectacular
lover, he just wasn`t what she needed.

His demon couldn't compete with her animal within. But the beautiful
man before her could.

Logan was attracted to her, yes, but would be give her what she
needed? He had the same drives and desires, she was positive. But
he was able to reign them in. Had their positions had been reversed
the previous night, she would've wasted no time getting Logan naked
and having her wicked way with him. Would he be willing to let the
Wolverine go, if only for a while?

Would he even give her the man that she craved? She wanted it all--
love and lust and raw, primal passion--from him.

The taste of his tongue and his skin lingered in her sense memory, as
did the raw desire he'd projected when she'd pounced on him. He'd
been so hard, so ready for her. Last night's fire began bubbling in
her veins and released its scent into the atmosphere.

"Fuck. I gotta get out of here and beat the shit out of something."
She rushed into the bathroom with the clothes she'd borrowed from
Buffy and her boots. After she'd hastily dressed and pulled her hair
into two pigtails with rubber bands from one of the bathroom drawers,
she lit out of the room. There had to be a gym in the institute and
her mission was to find it and demolish some innocent inanimate
object.

~*~*~

The gym was found easily enough--all she had to do was follow the
odor of sweat. She was probably one of the only people in existence
to find the scent comforting. Her one luxury during captivity was
time alone in the gym. Just her and the punching bag--always an
excellent outlet for her aggression. The sex didn't count since it
sucked most of the time.

But Chandra was in a wonderland when she saw the vast array of
targets awaiting her wrath. Speed bags, kicking and punching
wallboards, large hanging punching bags, and one of her favorites--a
freestanding punching bag complete with recoil. Just great for times
like these when she couldn't fight a real live (or undead) person.

Once Chandra had her knuckles taped, she moved from target to target,
relentlessly exhausting her entire repertoire. Every kick, punch,
and block she could think of in numerous combinations.

The targets wore several faces during her session--her father, Dr.
Walsh, Agents Riley Finn, Graham Miller, and Forrest Gates, plus one
Dr. Ackerman. Each one of them had made her life hell in one way or
another. Not only had they tortured her, but every other mutant that
had been brought to them--including Jason.

Especially Gates. Arrogant fuckhead. When the inhibitor had been
implanted, he paid her back for each and every ass kicking she'd
handed him during her combat trials. He hadn't been the only one.
However, when Chandra returned to the Initiative, she would be a
force to be reckoned with. She didn't plan on seeking vengeance, but
if anyone, especially those six, got in her way, she would not
hesitate to dispose of them.

Instead of fueling her rage, these thoughts brought Chandra some
peace. When the Initiative was brought down, she would be free to
become Chandra Catherine Stryker--not Hostile 315 or Kali or Daddy`s
little abomination. Of course she wasn't quite sure who Chandra
Catherine Stryker was, but she looked forward to finding out.

~*~*~

Chandra had been at it for least an hour when she noticed her
audience. A younger boy, about twelve, with brown hair and huge
brown eyes stood in the entrance to the gym, a look of awe on his
sweet face. He was one of the cutest things Chandra had ever
seen. "Hiya, sweetie," she greeted him after stepping back from the
punching bag. "What can I do for you?"

"Um, you came back with Logan and the Professor last night, right?"
he asked quietly. Chandra could sense how disturbed the boy was--
disturbed and *extremely* concerned. For her. `He must know why I'm
here.'

"Y I d I did. I`m Chandra, by the way. Why dontcha come on in and
keep me company for a while?"

Once Jamie Madrox had heard the news about the mutant that escaped an
experimentation lab, he'd been upset for the entire night. He'd
heard of some of the things that happened in those kinds of places
and it scared him to death. Storm and Roberto had spent the evening
with him, assuring the boy that the new mutant would be all right and
that they'd take care of her. When he woke up that morning, he
needed to check for himself.

He'd wandered around the mansion, hoping to run into Logan or the
Professor. When he`d heard noise coming from the gym, he figured
he`d found his battle-training instructor. None else in their right
mind would be up and in the gym this early on a Saturday morning.

Amazed, Jamie had watched her enthusiastic assault on the poor
punching bag. He`d never seen someone move so quickly and precisely,
well, except for Logan. He`d never seen anyone who looked like her
before either. It was kind of like when he met Kurt and Beast for the
first time--first surprised then awed (pretty much because she was so
unusually ty).ty). And like thth oth of them, she had a welcoming
smile that made him comfortable with her right away. He shyly smiled
back and introduced himself.

"I'm Jamie. My codename is Multiple."

"Multiple, huh?" Chandra wondered with her warm grin. "If you don't
mind me asking, what's your mutation?"

Concentrating hard, Jamie managed to make two copies of himself.
Looking up at Chandra, he was happy to see that she was impressed and
he smiled right back at her. "I can make more, but I`m still
learning how to control it. Bumping into stuff kinda makes me
multiply."

"That's super cool. And if anyone can help you, it's Professor
Xavier."

"Yeah. I really like it here. Are you going to be staying?"

"I'll be here for a while, Jamie. So, what brings you down here this
early? Saturday mornings were made for sleeping in."

With his eyes firmly planted on his feet, he blushed. "I, uh, I know
why the Professor brought you here. I wanted to make sure that you
were okay. It sounded like you had bad dreams last night," he
confe sof softly. Tears gathered in Chandra's eyes. This young X-
Man beyond touched her. Kneeling in front of Jamie, she tipped his
chin up so he `d look at her. "I'm going to be fine, Jamie," she
promised, gazing into those warm brown eyes. "And the Professor is
going to let me stay here as long as I need to."

"Are you going to be one of the X-Men?"

"If we're lucky, kid."

Chandra and Jamie turned to LogaLogan striding toward them. He'd
woken up only moments after Chandra had left the room. After a quick
shower, he'd gone to scout her out. As she'd easily found the gym,
he'd found her. Her scent was already familiar to him. It called to
him--like everything else about her.

It especially called to him when it was thick with lust. Knowing
that she'd been in the room with him, dripping wet for him had given
him an instant, aching erection. He ended up using his shower as an
opportunity to jerk off, remembering her taste, how her curves had
felt stretched along his body last night, and how she'd moaned while
rocking against him.

Oh he'd wanted to find her and show her how much he wanted her. She
was ready for him, fuck, she *needed* him. She shared the primal
force that lived inside of him, that need for sex and violence, only
her control was questionable. He'd worked damned hard for what
restraint he did have. There had been no other choice once he
decided to stay on at the Institute and teach. The closest he`d come
to letting go in the past few years were in his encounters with
Sabretooth.
Being with Chandra would be much more than that. He was beginning to
realize that he craved her as much as she did him.

Seeing her with Jamie distracted him momentarily and brought a smile
to his face. Being the youngest of the new recruits, he was rarely
taken very seriously by the other students and felt left out a lot of
the time. But Chandra seemed to have taken an automatic liking to
him.

The woman in question smiled back at him and removed her hand from
Jamie's face. "Good morning, Logan."

"'Mornin,' you two. I think Hank's cookin' up some of his pancakes,
Jamie. Why dontcha see if he needs any help?"

He nodded and looked back at Chandra. "See you later?" he asked
hopefully.

"Sure thing, sweetie."

At that Multiple dutifully obeyed Logan's request, leaving the two
older mutants alone. "Why didn't you wake me up, darlin'?" Logan
gently queried. He had no intention of skirting the issue nor
sugarcoating it. "I know you're nervous, baby. And I know those
nerves can lead to a powerful need for release." By her scent, the
poor woman was about to explode if she didn't receive said release.

Chandra smirked and removed the tape from her fists. Underneath the
spicy aroma of his soap lurked the distinctive scent of a man who`d
just experienced orgasm. At least she wasn`t the only one feeling
the pull, but it, like her workout, did nothing for the burn in her
pussy. Damn these senses. They could keep fuck all from one another
because of their mutation. She looked up at him, frustration and
need painfully evident in her gaze. "Not much helps my anxiety--just
smokes, booze, fighting--"

"And fucking." He knew all too well.

"Damn straight, Logan. Cigarettes didn't do shit and to be honest,
this little work out`s done fuck all for my nerves. No pun intended."

"I know, baby," he tenderly intoned. A single claw was released to
sever the ties that bound her hair so the beautiful fuchsia mane
could cascade down to her ass--he couldn`t keep his hands out of it.
She really was exquisite, a half-smile on her lips, those violet eyes
looking at him with such trust. "You're part of me, Chandra. I can
feel you."

Logan captured Chandra's mouth in a heated kiss before she could
respond and backed her against the wall, his mouth still ravaging
hers in ruthless abandon. Lips, teeth, and tongue battled for
dominance until the both of them broke apart, desperate for air.
The delectable musk of Chandra's arousal filled the air and Logan
could practically taste the honey dripping from her thighs even as he
had tasted the sweet depths of her mouth. He was seconds from
dropping to his knees before her and burying his tongue in the nectar
that readied her body for both the man and the animal. The knowledge
that Chandra was willing to accept both into her body and her bed
forced a growl to emanate from his chest.

"I'll give you what you need, darlin,'" came the husky rumble as he
buried his head in her shoulder, gasping for air. "Whatever I have
is yours--my body included." His morning hard-on had come back in
full force the moment he'd entered the gym to find her cravings
hadn't been satisfied by her workout, hence Jamie's immediate
dismissal. Logan was beyond ready to have her.

Chandra could smell and taste and feel his want.

"Give it to me, Wolverine. Take me."

The woman was offering him control. It was what she craved--to be
dominated instead of dominating. She needed him screw the hell out
of her.

~*~*~

In showers adjacent to the gym, Logan pounced. He hurriedly stripped
them both before pinning her against the wall, her arms stretched
over her head with both delicate wrists in the grip of one of her
soon to be lover's powerful hands. The other hand made its way to
his cock, guiding it to her dripping cunt. Chandra screamed
soundlessly as he slammed himself up to the hilt within her. Logan
had her fully pressed to the wall and filled as no one else ever
had. So wide, so long, so bloody good almost to the point of being
painful. *Almost.* She found only bliss in force that would leave
any other woman crying in agony. Chandra did cry, only not with
agony. "God, Logan. Don't--don't stop, please, please, don't
stop!" It was brutal, each thrust actually lifting her from the
floor.

He loved how mov moved perfectly with him, allowing him to set the
frantic pace. "Fuck, baby," he rasped between feral growls. "You`re
so goddamned wet, so tight. I could stay here forever." Her pussy
was like hot velvet wrapped around his cock. Loving his name on her
lips as she chanted it as her mantra, he intensified his
ministrations, positively impaling her on his cock. He wouldn't last
long inside her. His free hand made its way between her thighs to
caress her neglected clit, knowing that it would bring her crashing
down around him. Mere moments later, the beautiful body before him
began to tense in anticipation. Chandra threw her head back
against his shoulder and cried his name while her grasping pussy
tightened around him ruthlessly. Her release triggered his own and
he came pouring into her, his hands braced against the wall to keep
him from collapsing as he, viciously bit into Chandra's neck to
muffle his guttural scream.

~Logan, Chandra, Willow, Kitty, Rogue--please join the X-Men and
myself in the kitchen. We have much to discuss. Also, there are a
few of Hank's delicious pancakes left--I'm sure that some of you have
quite an appetite this morning.~

They hadn't even come down from their pleasured delirium when the
Professor's voice sounded in their heads.

So much for the afterglow.

~*~*~

to be continued...