Like a Shampoo Commercial, but with Sex.

This wasn't really meant to stand alone, but I think it can. This first part needs a little work...like something explaining what's going on. I'll add that later because I don't have time right now. The point is that the X-Men and the Brotherhood are out in the woods as they were in X2. Everything has happened pretty much as you remember it in the movie. Now it's the next morning, and they're having breakfast. Oh, this is told from Mystique's POV.

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Breakfast, and we were all together again. How Brady Bunch. There was a rickety old picnic table that most of us had gathered at, save the Incredible Nightcrawler, who was perched on a tree branch, and Logan, who was leaning against the tree itself and eating as if there were some time limit only he knew about. Once he'd inhaled his meal, hestarted off through the woods.

"Where ya goin', Logan?" said Rogue, and he turned to look at her, his mouth open to answer. Then he glanced at me.

"I'll be back."

Why, it's almost as if he didn't want me to follow him.

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I couldn't leave immediately afterwards, but when I did I went in the direction I saw him go. Stealth is my gift, and I was keenly aware of how silently I moved through the woods towards him, ever closer. I came to a clearing where the sound of water was louder than that of rustling leaves, and continued, following it, my attempts at secrecy abandoned as unnecessary.

I saw him when I got to the lake. He was perhaps fifty feet away and standing in a cove beneath a small waterfall, nude and wet with water tumbling over his muscles. I watched him for perhaps thirty seconds before losing control.

I never lose control.

He saw me coming at him at perhaps twenty feet and stopped what he was doing. Oh no, not in a frozen, embarrassed sort of manner, not him. His hands were in his hair, scrubbing fiercely, and he simply slowed down and stood, watching me, arms raised above his head.

"Mornin', Mystique."

Slick, rock-hard muscles, like I'd felt and like I'd seen all covered up in fabric as muscles like his never should be. Thick, wet cock, partially aroused now and dripping water off its tip. My mouth watered and I resisted the urge to simply fall to my knees and beg for him to take me. Please, Logan, please, do me the honor of...please, I’ll be anybody you want. Anybody. Just don’t leave me here with this aching hole inside me...

"Come on in," he said then, and my legs were wobbly as I continued towards him. I stepped into the shallow pool at his feet, chill water swallowing me to mid-calf, and tried to maintain composure as he stood there. The best way to do this, I've noticed, is to say nothing at all. It's an art I've perfected--a way to protect your hand until everyone else has shown their own, a way to seem in control even when you're not.

The ability for silence abandoned me, but at least I resisted the urge to fall at his feet and beg.

"Logan," I whispered, leaning against the rocky wall of the cove. "I meant what I said last night. Anybody. Anybody. "

He had begun washing his hair again, the bastard, as if nothing was going on. "Anybody what, Mystique? I don’t get it." The beginnings of a grin played on his lips.

The sudden potential for humiliation hit me suddenly, like a fist just below my ribcage, and the lust drained from my body to be replaced with anger and the intense shame of unrequited vulnerability. He was teasing me. "You know what I mean, you idiot," I said, and my voice sounded dull and flat, far away. "But forget it."

I turned to walk away and his hands were on me, rough, like I'd expected them to be, squeezing my breasts from behind with such ferocity that it hurt. I backed up, got closer, let him do it. His fingers twisted and pinched my nipples and I cried out.

"Yeah, you bitch," he said. "That's it."

I tried to turn towards him but he wouldn't let me. He cupped me between my legs instead, pulled me against him so that I felt the hard heat of his cock pressed up against my ass. I moaned and pushed against him, grinding my hips in a circle.

You won't regret this, Logan. I won't let you. And when that slut Jean finally gives in, you'll find out you can't stop thinking about me.

He grunted in satisfaction and we stood for several minutes in this way, one of his hands groping at my breasts, another rubbing softly over the lips of my pussy. I braced myself against the wall of the cove with both hands, head spinning. His mouth was on my neck, nibbling more gently than I'd ever imagined him doing anything, and then he began to whisper, his voice barely audible over the sound of rushing water.

"Tell me what you want, Mystique."

"You know what I want. Do it."

He shook his head so that I could feel the stubble on his face brushing against my shoulders. "Not until you say it."

I took a deep breath and concentrated on nearly painful ache he'd begun between my thighs. "Please, Logan. Fuck me." I continued to speak, but no longer of my own accord. "Fuck me harder than you've ever done anything in your whole life. Hurt me. Make me scream. Use my body for your pleasure. Please."

There was a long pause, long enough to make me wonder if I'd said something wrong, and then I heard him swallow.

"Okay."

He grabbed the back of my head and pushed me down so that my fingers nearly touched my toes. I felt his hands on me, on my buttocks, and he spread my legs enough to get between them and press a wet finger against the entrance to my pussy. I whimpered.

The finger slipped away and he pushed against me, legs bent slightly as he leaned forward and pushed his cock, thrust by agonizing thrust, into my body. I moaned my ecstacy, a strangled cry escaped my throat, and from behind me the animal sounds of lust began. He grunted, he groaned, he panted as he rocked into me, his hands gripping my waist hard.

When I came, screaming his name as I knew I would, he thrust more slowly, stroked my back, and leaned forward to kiss the back of my neck.

"Fuck," he said. "Fuck, darlin', you make me feel so good."

It was the only thing he said directly to me from the moment he entered me till the moment he pulled out to spray his cum on my back. Whether it was a sudden burst of genuine affection or if he was just trying to be a good lover, I don't know.

I left while he was dressing and returned to the camp.