Primal Urges

Part Eight

Morning…and the mansion rouses early. It’s the weekend, so that means no classes…the kids are up and making their plans for the two days they don’t have to worry about homework. The stairs are filled with rushing kids…trying to get to breakfast so that they can get back to leave for the day. Remy has had an interesting night…he spent most of it in the company of le belle Marie. He smirks at the fact that he really did have a good time…even without swindling someone in a game of poker. Rising from his bed, he opens the door and looks out at all of the bustling around.

Actually, he has taken this time to try to figure everyone out. Marie is easy, but the others…

It’s obvious that Jean and the guy with the visor are seeing each other, but the other two…who can tell? They try to hide it, but nothing can be definite. 'Anyway, dat Wolverine is a lil’ rough for ma petite, non?' He has to thinks about that again…he was the only one that saw them grab some food and disappear for the rest of the night. He can only imagine what they were doing, since they never came back down.

'Da’ Wolverine mus’ be da’ ladies man, oui?'

He laughs, making his way back into his room to clean up. He didn’t bring anything with him to change into, but he looks over at the chair in the corner where some sweats are sitting for him to wear. He walks over to take a look, curious as to know how they knew his size.

'Xavier…'

The Cajun heads into the bathroom…wondering what the hell he’s gotten himself into this time…



Even the sounds of excited children do not stir the couple sound asleep in the loft apartment. Ororo shifts slightly, her hand reaching out beside her to find…nothing. She feels around some more to try to find him, but only gets the blankets. Suddenly alert, she pops up and looks around the room…finally finding what she is looking for. Logan is haphazardly curled up on the chaise nearest to the window…snoring. Puzzled, Ororo gets out of the bed and heads over to him, kneeling beside him to awaken him without startling him.

“Logan….Logan, wake up…” she says in a low voice while shaking him. He grumbles and tries to turn over, but his big bulk doesn’t fit very well on the little chair and he’s promptly dumped off onto the floor. He groggily tries to clear his head while Ororo giggles. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to wake you that way.”

“That’s okay…needed ta’ get up anyway,” he mumbles as he stands, stretching. Ororo rises as well, moving over to the bed to sit down. “Why did you move over there?” Logan looks at her…taking in how beautiful she looks in the morning…hell, at anytime of the day!

“Honestly…I couldn’t take it, thought I could…but feelin’ ya’ up against me kinda had me up all night!” She sees the frustration in his face and smiles gently. Taking his hand, Ororo pulls him down to sit next to her…keeping hold of that hand. “I know that asking for you to stay with here with me must have been the hardest thing you ever had to do…”

“No kiddin’…” Logan murmurs and she smiles again ruefully.

“…but, above all things, you are my best friend and I love being with you. You keep the bad dreams away…” She stops, her voice catching on some built up emotion. He takes her in his arms, kissing her temple while caressing her back. “I know, darlin’…I wanted ta’ be here…I didn’t do anythin’ that I didn’t already want ta’.” Logan sighs, the next words coming out of his mouth he had spent most of the night thinking about, “Ya’ know I want ya’…but it’s much more than sex, even though parts of me may shrivel up and fall off at this rate!” Ororo smiles, hugging him closer…waiting for him to continue.

“I ain’t good at makin’ friends…so it’s even more a surprise that ya’ think o’ me as one. But, what I feel goes more’n friendship, ‘Ro…more’n just friends with potential benefits. I can’t put inta’ words what it all means, but I do love ya’, ‘Ro…always have an’ always will.”

Tears start to flow down her cheeks as she looks up at him…this is the most this man has ever expressed about his inner thoughts and feelings, and he chose to let me in. Nothing could mean more…

“Ninakupenda, Logan…mpenzi…” she whispers, drawing his head down for a lovingly, passionate kiss. Even though it is a language that he has only heard her speak a few times, the gist of the words comes through as clear as if she said them in English…

'I love you, Logan…my love…'

His chest tightens…never has the Wolverine felt so deeply about anyone…never had he imagined that this would be possible for someone that skates the fine line between beast and human on a daily basis. Mariko was the only one that came close, and in some way he still does love her…but nothing as powerful as the feelings that he has for this Nubian goddess draped so lovingly in his arms.

“Aishite imasu, koibito…” he says in her ear, feeling her body tremble at the words…giving her back the same words she so eloquently expressed. She feels the soft hairs of his thick sideburns against her cheek, somehow arousing her like never before. Unable to stop himself, Logan lets his hands wander across her body. They slowly make their way across her waist and up to her chest. Groaning as one hand cups her supple breast, his tongue makes its way deeper into her mouth…his fingers playing with the taut nipple through the thin gown. Her body jerks…her hands gripping his hair as the tongue play increases along with the sensual touches of his warm hands.

The aroused feral lets his hand drift to the slim strap, pulling it down to expose her skin to his caresses. He cups her again, her body arching into him to press the aching tip into his hand. His lips grow more feverish…pulling from her lips and blazing a scorching trail along the side of her neck, down along the collarbone, and as Logan bends her back…further down her chest to that pebbled peak. He pulls back to look at her…seeing that chocolate tipped mound beckoning him to taste.

Sweet…so sweet…he thinks as Logan finally lets his lips brush against it. A deep moan escapes Ororo and he puts them both out of their misery by taking her in his mouth, sucking deeply…his mind screaming with how delicious she tastes. Logan switches hands to bring down the other strap, quickly moving his lips to the other one to enjoy its flavor…chocolate and honey with the aroma of orchids, a sensual assault unlike any other he has ever experienced and he revels in it all. A naughty thought enters his head, 'I wonder if she tastes like this all over?'

Logan feels her leg rub against him, sending him into a maelstrom of emotions…

He murmurs against her, “Koi ni ochiru, koibito…”

'I have fallen in love with you, lover.'

“Oh, Goddess…Logan…” Ororo moans, her head falling listlessly back into the pillows. He covers a part of her body with his, using his body to keep her warm. The tickling feeling of his soft hairs across her chest excite her more, provoking her to run her fingers all over him…eliciting a tortured groan from him. Her hands stroke across taut muscles, broad shoulders, and sculptured abs. Each light touch sends fireworks throughout his nerve endings…the hypersensitivity of his senses making his skin become alive with sensation.

“’Ro…dear God…that feels so good, darlin’” he moans, throwing his head back, exposing the corded muscles on his neck. She lets her nails run over him as his lips plunder the side of her neck again…the thick hardness of his arousal pressing into her thigh. With his pants being so thin, she can feel the beating pulse of his throbbing shaft…sending erotic pulses to her dripping core. Ororo reaches down to feel it herself…needing to feel him fill her hand. Her hot little hand strokes him through the pants, and he groans…she reaches inside the waistband, taking hold…making him roar with pleasure. She moans erotically at his size and with her touch, he seems to grow even larger. “Fuck, ‘Ro…” Logan nearly yells as he takes her lips again. The beast has broken free now…he is running loose and is demanding that he claims what is his.

He rolls on top of her, not losing contact with her kiss-swollen lips. Trembling hands dive into the silky white tresses sprawled out over the bed…his groin pressed tightly against hers. She pushes her pelvis up into him and Logan grinds against her. Ororo allows herself to take in the heat from his body, the weight of him; the increasing call of her womanhood to have him claim her. Both of their thoughts are turning primal…whatever sense of humanity they had in them is slowly melting away, replaced by that driving need to mate. Logan tries desperately to keep the beast at bay…not wanting this to be frenzied and rough…okay, maybe a little rough…

“I didn’t mean for this ta’ start, but…’Ro, darlin’…I need ya’. Let me taste ya’, baby…” he pleads.

“Mimi ni wenu…”

He gives her a wolfish grin before he lowers his head back to her quivering belly, licking her navel. Ororo can’t help but to writhe under him…needing more and more contact as his lips go lower…

'X-Men…you are needed!'

They both jump up, like a bucket of cold water hits them both. The immediate cry from Xavier permeates their minds…effectively dousing any flames of desire that have been building. Logan groans, damn near ready to kill after that intrusion…Ororo lies there…as frustrated as he is. He flops down on the bed next to her, gathering his faculties and throwing his animal back into its pit. Turning his head to look at her, he sees the flushed cheeks, her ragged breath.

“Sorry, darlin’…”

She frowns, “It wasn’t you, and I’m just as sorry…” Ororo sits up, not pulling up the gown bunched around her waist. “We’ll get this right one day.”

He finally sits up, “God, I hope so!”

They both smile ruefully as they quickly try to get their things on to meet the Professor. “Gotta get back ta’ my room…see ya’ downstairs.” Logan brushes a kiss across her lips before running out of the room. Cursing whatever Trickster the Goddess has sent to do this to them, Ororo heads into the bathroom…letting the gown fall to the floor. She takes a quick bath at the sink, brushing her teeth, and heads back into her room to grab a blue pull-over top and a pair of jeans. Throwing on some socks and boots, she heads downstairs to the training levels. As she enters the room, she sees Xavier and notices that Beast has arrived finally. “Hello, Hank…it’s been some time.” Ororo says as she comes over to give the big, hairy guy a hug. “It is good to see you, too, Ororo. I’ve heard quite a few things have happened over the past couple of days.”

“You have no idea…” she begins, just as Logan enters the room. She turns to see him, a shy smile coming across her face. Dr. Henry McCoy notices the soft look that crosses Logan’s face as he looks back at her…then it changes as he looks at the two men in the room. “Good ta’ see ya, Hairball.” Logan says, taking Hank’s hand in greeting.

“Good to see you back, Logan. Will you be staying this time?”

A quick look goes to Ororo before he says, “Looks like I’ll be around a while.” He turns to Xavier just as Jean and Scott comes in. Jean moves over to Xavier while Scott asks, “What’s the emergency, Professor?”

“There is a mutant in trouble a mile outside the mansion. Hank and I picked up on him a few minutes ago. From what I could detect, he was attacked by the Brotherhood.

“Oh no, what can we do?” Jean asks. Xavier looks up at her. “We need to bring him in here…he needs medical attention.”

“Are ya’ sure? I mean, that so-called mission was a dud last night?” asks the feral.

“I hate to admit it, but he’s got a point. If we were being watched in New Orleans, what makes us think that this is for real now?” pipes in Scott.

Xavier frowns, “I know we are not completely safe at the moment, but that doesn’t mean that we leave mutants in trouble out in the open. I can’t detect Mystique, so this one is real. X-Men, we need to help him.”
“Fine, but only two of us go…Storm; you and I will retrieve him. Logan and Beast will monitor the perimeter for anything unusual.” Scott announces as he walks out the door. Storm follows, with a short glance back to Logan. Logan looks at the people in front of him, “I don’t like this…this doesn’t sit well with me. Somethin’s wrong…”

“I don’t like it either…just keep alert.” Jean returns. They all look at the screens to watch as Cyclops and Storm make their way out onto the grounds to the front gates.



“Are ya’ sure this is gonna work?” asks Creed. It’s been a pain in the ass acting as if he doesn’t know that much about what’s going on. He has to play stupid…for his plan to work. Mystique and Wraith just stare at him, wondering how he made it this far. “Once they come to get that mutant, we strike. They aren’t gonna send a large group for one person…they’ll send the most powerful. She’ll be there.” Wraith whispers as he hands them a small canister. “Stryker came up with this…supposed to cover your scent, can’t have Wolverine finding us too soon.” Creed grabs it first…generously covering himself with it. Mystique stares at him, still wondering why he’s so anxious to capture this X-Man.

“Creed, why are you so impatient? She’s just an X-Man…what does Stryker have in mind for her?”

Creed snarls, “Don’t worry about that…you’ve been paid to help with this, once we got her you can go.” She sneers, “You’re hiding something…you know you can’t hide it from me…” The auburn haired mutant smiles sexily at him before running her hand across his chest…he smacks it off.

“I’m not interested…”

She smiles again “You say that now…but you’ll be back,” and then she takes the spray to cover herself. The teleporting mutant stands there trying to hold down his lunch…ain’t no way he can possibly think that anyone could want to have any kind of relations with this nasty bastard. Once they are all prepared, they take their respective places along the road…their bait moaning pitifully on the road.

Sabretooth almost starts to drool…'be patient, she’s comin’…'

As they hide in the trees not far from the battered mutant, courtesy of Victor…they wait for the cavalry.

They don’t have to wait long…

They spy Cyclops and Storm walking down the path…right into their trap…



“Look, Scott…there he is!” Ororo exclaims as she hurries a little to reach him. Sure enough, there lies a mutant; a young boy with cat-like features almost indiscernible from all the cuts and bruises. Seeing the savagery of the wounds, she takes in a breath, “Scott, I know who did this…”

“Who…” but he doesn’t finish. Wraith appears almost miraculously next to him, punching him in the side of his head. Storm stands and her eyes begin to turn white…power building. “Stop her!” Wraith screams and Mystique comes out of the shadows, throwing her to the ground. As Storm tries to regain her bearings, the blue mutant kicks her in the head...knocking her back on the ground. This does not knock her out, so she shakes it off…standing and rushing Mystique, making her fly backwards into a tree. Her head hits it with a sickening thud as Ororo turns to help Scott, but is stopped by a huge hand gripping her by her neck. Black eyes stare into hers as a hot, foul breath sweeps over her while his hand slowly chokes her…keeping her from powering up, but keeping her conscious enough to know what’s happening.

“So, yer Logan’s new frail…damned if he don’t know how ta’ pick a hot piece of pussy.” Victor growls lustily.

She shivers at sickening implication given in his eyes. He smells her neck, grinning. “I can smell that runt on ya’…if I sniffed yer cunt, would I smell ‘im there too?” Ororo groans, her hatred for this thing building…yet unable to do anything about it.

“Logan…will…always…be…more…man…than…you…” she gasps out and he grips tighter. An evil smile forms as Creed whispers, “We’ll see…I don’t mind taking leftovers…”

“What…would…you…know…animal?” she grits out, trying to catch her breath. He runs a lethal looking claw against her cheek, “Seems ta’ me like ya’ gotta thing fer animals…”

A loud blast turns his attention away from her to the fight going on across from them. He looks over at Wraith, who is having a hard time getting Cyclops incapacitated. He keeps blinking in and out around the X-Man, but he can time where Wraith’s going to show up. Taking a chance, Cyclops blasts in the direction Wraith’s going to rematerialize and hits him square in the chest, blowing him up against a tree. All that is left is Sabretooth, and he can’t aim at him because he’s using Storm as a shield.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were ya’, freak.” Victor growls at him, Storm barely conscious in his hand.

“Let her go.” Cyke commands and he receives a broad smile from the beastial mutant. “I think I like my toy…gonna keep her a while.” And he grabs a stun gun to knock Ororo out before he leaps into the air, over Cyclops and onto the battered mutant…crushing him into the ground.

“Ooops, didn’t mean ta’ leave such a mess, but I really gotta run…” and he tears off into the forest with Storm dangling from his hand.

“Shit!” he yells, turning to grab Wraith. But as Cyclops is walking to where he’s laying, he shakes off the hit and disappears…not needing to hang around anymore. “Damn!” Scott says again as he then turns to an unconscious Mystique. As he is trying to wake her up, Jean’s thoughts enter his mind…

'Did you get the mutant?'

'No, he’s dead…Logan was right, it was another set-up. Wraith, Mystique, and Creed were waiting for us…dammit!'

Silence…then…'Are you alright?' This time from Xavier…

'No, Creed has Storm…'

His head shoots up at the inhuman roar erupting from the mansion. “What the hell was that?!” Scott exclaims as he sits the bleeding mutant back against the tree.

He doesn’t have to wait long to find out…

Within seconds it seems; Beast, Jean, and Logan tear down the road to where they are. Jean and Hank go to the dead mutant, while Logan, eyes wild and claws unsheathed comes straight at Mystique. Even Scott stands back…he has seen him like this before and had hoped to never see it again…but whatever has him like this, God help who did it to him…

The beast is completely free…Logan does not exist right now, only the Wolverine.

Wolverine grips Mystique up by her neck, shaking her roughly to awaken her. Stunned eyes drift open, opening completely when they see who has her. “Where is she?” he asks menacingly, his claws within inches of running her through. She almost smiles, but the look of death is in his eyes…

“Creed took her to Stryker, I suppose,” she moans and he grips her neck harder.

“Why would he do that?”

“For an experiment…that’s all I know.”

Logan roars again and drives his claws into the tree beside her head, cutting her shallowly, “I don’t believe you…where the fuck did he go?!”

“I…don’t…know…” Mystique tries to say as his grip gets tighter and tighter. Scott and Hank come over to grab his hands. The gentle mutant speaks softly to the raging animal in his grasp, “Look, my friend…choking her to death won’t tell us what we need to know. You have to let her go…Logan, let her go!”

The hand unclenches and she falls to the ground, trying to catch her breath. Mystique looks up at him, informing him of what Victor had told her. “He has always said that you will never be able to keep anything from him, that anything and anyone you care about will eventually be his. To even consider being with you, they’re not worthy of living…but she may be the one exception.”

It takes everything in both Scott and Hank to keep Logan from killing her. As they grapple with him, she slips into the trees…determined to find Creed and find out what exactly is going on.

They let him go once they realize that she has gotten away…Logan walks over to the edge of the trees, sniffing for the scent. He can’t sense Victor, Wraith or that bitch Mystique…but he especially can’t zero in on Ororo…whatever is masking Victor’s scent must be covering hers as well. He tears off into the woods, instinctively following a path that the bastard would take, but not knowing if it is the right one. His focus is hazy, his mind racing…knowing that she is in the hands of the one person that really has a rancor for him…and will do anything to get back at him, anything. The distraught man comes up on a small creek and has to stop…not knowing which way to go, his frustration written across his face.

“AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Logan cries out and the other mutants back at the road hurry to where that sound is coming from. They find him standing at the creek side...claws unsheathed, breathing heavily, and head lowered.

“’Ro…” he whispers and the other X-Men stare at the feral mutant known as Wolverine, sharing in his sorrow…but not entirely knowing where all this rage is coming from. Jean walks over to him, for the first time afraid to touch him. “We’ll find her…”

He says nothing, just turns back to the mansion…running. Hank and Scott watch him, while Jean rushes back to the road to tend to the broken mutant again. She places her fingers at the base of his neck, trying to feel for a pulse. “Hank, he’s gone. When Victor crushed him, it ruptured his lungs. What the hell is going on? And why do they want Ororo?”

Hank shakes his head, “I don’t know…but from what I am hearing, it seems as if the female X-Men were the targets. They were trying to decide which one to use.”

“But, what would Stryker want with her?” asks Scott.

“I’m not sure, but I have an idea. We need to get back before Logan does something drastic.” Beast returns and they head back.

A strong blast strikes the air as a hole appears underneath the unknown mutant. He drops in and the dirt smoothes out over him. The ground looks as if nothing was there…



A few hours have passed and Logan still prowls the Danger Room…his special program loaded. He jumps, dives, slides, and literally destroys everything in his path. The Professor watches him on the main screen. When he returned, he let Logan come in here. He could tell that he had too much rage to be able to comprehend anything past killing Victor Creed. He watches as Logan tears through everything, as well as having everything tear through him. Blood is everywhere…you wouldn’t think that he had healing capabilities with all the cuts and contusions showing up on him.

“Logan…Logan…you need to talk to someone…” Xavier says over the loudspeaker, only to be answered with a strangled roar. One more battle robot down and the room is a cluttered lump of blood and metal. Breathing heavily, Logan backs away…claws gleaming and he throws his head back to release an anguished scream.
Jean, Scott, and Hank come running into the control room, looking at the carnage in the Danger Room. “What the hell?” starts Scott as he turns to the Professor, “What is wrong with him?”

“He’s taking this a lot harder than I thought he would…” says Xavier. Jean looks at him and an understanding passes between them.

“What?!” Scott asks again. Hank looks down in the room, seeing Logan standing there, poised to maim and kill the next thing that moves and he understands.

“Our friend down there has fallen in love with Storm,” the furry blue mutant says quietly. All Scott can do is drop his jaw while Jean and Xavier look as if they had already known for some time. “When did this happen?!” Scott inquires.

No one answers and he looks down at the exhausted mutant in the Danger Room. He said whomever did this was going to pay…he would hate to be in Creed’s shoes right now.

Xavier looks at Jean, “I am going to Cerebro…I have to locate her. I have a really bad feeling about this.” And he speeds off down the hall to the large doors marked with an “X”.

Logan stumbles out of the room, heading directly into the control room with the others. They all just stare at him…not really able to recognize the man that only a few hours ago had a semblance of a smile on his face.

“Why are we still standing here?! We have ta’ find Ororo!” he says, his claws still shining in the fluorescent light. Hank puts a hand on his shoulder, “We are doing what we can. The Professor has gone to Cerebro to find her…we’ll get her back.”

Logan stares at Hank with empty eyes, “He’s gonna hurt her…he’s gonna hurt her because he’ll think she’s mine,” he says in a wounded voice. Jean tries to be positive, “She can take care of herself…”

He whirls on her, “Wake up, Jean! If he’s with Stryker…he has weaponry ta’ restrain her powers. He hates me…doncha get it!!!! Anyone that has anything to do with me, he tries to destroy….oh God, ‘Ro…” he lowers his head, momentarily defeated. Then another enraged cry rips from his throat, “’RO!!!!!”

The sheer pain and anguish in his tone almost has Jean in tears, but he doesn’t need to see anyone else fall apart now…he’s barely holding it together himself. She looks at Hank, “What can we do?”

“I don’t know, Jean…I just don’t know.”