Disclaimer: X-men is a part of the Marvel universe and is owned by those
chaps. God bless you Stan Lee. This is from the movie version of the X-men
although I do make reference to a cartoon character.
Feedback: Yeah okay. LOL.
Name's Logan. So they I say, it's all I can actually remember. Be pretty
funny if it turned out to be a brand of cigarette I liked way back when I
remembered what I like. Imagine me rolling my eyes. I don't care about the
past or the future. I got enough crap floating around right here in the
I'm a mutant: Genetic mutation as in freak. I got the healing abilities of
earth worm times ten, instantaneous. My senses are more animal than human,
baser instincts are more apparent then my whatever it is you call the
instincts. Oh, and somewhere along the line I acquired a metal skeleton.
Somebody jacked me open and coated my insides with adamantium and I got
jumping out of my skin that can cut through anything and hurt every single
time they rip free. Thanks mutie Santa.
I'm sacked out at Xavier's School for the Gifted. It's the place to be if
you're a freak. Been here for a few years now on and off. What can I say? I
like the chips.
Anyway I'm lying in my bed one night, thinking about how much I'd love to
my claws through a certain cocky one-eyed mutie and there's a knock at my
door. Yeah I thought it was trouble. Or maybe it was a pizza. I don't know
but I tensed before catching a faint scent behind the door. "Come in."
Musta sounded gruff cause the door opened a crack first. The woman glanced
me from underneath her brown hair and two shock white locks, then guessed it
was okay and walked into my room. "Hiya Wolvie."
Did I mention they call me Wolverine? Something about being short vicious
bad tempered. "Hey Rogue." The lady's a mutant to, she can literally suck
life out of you. One time a few years back I raked her with one of my claws,
accidentally, and she sucked the healing factor right out of me. Felt like I
was drowning in oxygen. It was worth it to save the kid's life. We'd met in
Canada at a bar fight. Long story. I saved her butt once. She saved mine
once. Kinda makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Right.
She pressed the door closed behind her. I raised an eyebrow when she turned
the lock but I kept my seat on the edge of the bed. That's when I noticed
hands on the wood. Her gloves were missing. "Come to kill me, kid?" I asked,
only half kidding. Without those gloves she could rip the life right out of
me and drop me into a permanent coma.
"Sugar," Her lips curved up in a sexy little smile. My Southern runaway was
stunning woman now. Too bad no one could touch her. It was as bad as me,
physical touches were her no no. Mine were emotional. I'm more attached to a
good smoke then people I've known for years. Except the strays. Every once
a while I take in someone, do a good deed and those people stay with me.
Friends maybe. Rogue was one of my favorites because she was the first.
She stared at me with backlit brown eyes and I saw her shiver. "It's late."
"I know. I knew you'd still be up. I don't have much time." She walked
the room with her long legs exposed. I remember being shocked. I'd never
so much of the kid's skin before. It was a sight to see! Long perfectly
muscled legs under skin pale from lack of sunlight dragged my eyes straight
up to the space between just barely covered by thin fabric of an incredibly
"What are you doing, girl?" I heard my breath catch in my throat. Not the
reaction I should be having. She was definitely going to kill me in that
with those hands and not being able to touch...I shook myself. Rogue wasn't
this sexy kitten thing. She had always exuded a scent I found appealing but
so did Jean Grey.
"I'm doing something I should have done years ago. Like any other, red, hot
blooded Southern Girl..." She touched the edge of the bed. I spread my legs
to avoid touching her pale hand. She laughed. Jumping forward her hand
touched my cheek.
The sound that escaped me was unintelligible. It was almost fear. The skin
was warm and cool. No drowning. No life/energy drain. It was just Rogue's
hand on my face. It was impossible. "What the hell?!" Yeah like that could
describe how I was feeling. It was like reality faded out for a second and I
saw the tragedy in Rogue's eyes blink out with it.
"There's this little guy, they call him Leech...He owed me a little favor."
She was pushing me back onto the bed. I guess I was so surprised I wasn't
writhing in pain that I let her. And what man refuses a lady? "So I let him
drain off enough of my energy so I could do something..."
"Something?" This was getting interesting. She gave me a brilliant smile and
those shock locks touched my face as she leaned over me.
"What do you think I want?" Her eyes were twinkling and my heart rate jumped
another few points. Her scent was telling me what she was thinking in
Then her lips were on me. Starting out as innocent as she had to be, the
was nice and chaste so I bumped it up a notch. Pushing her mouth open with
tongue I taught Rogue how much fun her chaste little kiss could be. I felt
her pulse jump as I wrapped my hands around her athletic frame.
The night gown was showing off a wonderful view and her hands were actively
tearing at my buttons. Like I said, things were getting interesting. Then I
started to feel a tingle that wasn't that good old time feeling of making
out. She musta felt it to because she practically leapt off of me.
Her smile was still there. The sadness faded back in along with reality and
we just stared at one another. I gave her a grin. "Get out before I end up
A smile caught fire behind her eyes. "Would it be worth it, sugar?"
I stared at her for a few seconds and I know she can see how much of me is
animal. But I'll be damned if I'm going to let this little girl get to me
with her gorgeous body which I can see through the back lighting. My throat
went dry but I managed a gruff, "Maybe."
Her smile was brilliant. Then she slipped out of the room. Hell, maybe it
a dream. My mind is shaky on details sometimes like who I really am, where
I've come from where I've been. Hell, the only thing I know for sure is my
And I either got me one hell of an imagination or...I kissed Rogue and