TITLE: Rogue-aholic
AUTHOR: Kim kimberly.h@w...
GENRE: X-men Movie Logan/Rogue
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Logan makes a few
discoveries...about Rogue.
DISCLAIMER: Wish I owned them but I don't.
ARCHIVE: Anywhere, just send me a letter to ask
first!
FEEDBACK: Oh please, purty please! Send me lots
and lots!
NOTES: Okay, I know it's a totally different
writing style from my other story "The Forbidden
Fruit" but I couldn't sleep and this story just
demanded that I write it. I hope you all enjoy it!
Title: Rogue-aholic
Author: Kim
Hi. My name is Logan. I'm probably better known
as the Wolverine. Pick whichever you prefer.
Anyways, where was I? Like I said my name is
Logan, and I'm a Rogue-aholic. Yeah, you heard
me, a Rogue-aholic.
It's been about three years since I left home and that
adorable little girl I called "Kid." Hell, she was a
kid at the time, but now she's probably legal.
Whoa! Let me stop before my thoughts go in THAT
direction. Anyways, she's like nobody I'd ever met
before. I was this mean, lean fighting machine.
That's how I earned my money before I met
Marie..Rogue. I picked her up in some nowhere bar
in the bumfuck parts of Canada. Little did I know
what I was getting myself into. Here comes this kid
who tries to hitch a free ride with me, without me
ever knowin'. The only reason I stopped the damn
truck is because I thought my trailer was coming
loose or something. Yeah...something.
Anywhoo, I got out of my beat up truck and go
around the back to check out what's up. It's a good
thing too because if I hadn't checked, that little girl
would have been a Popsicle. Mmmm...a
Popsicle Rogue...licking her up and down, letting her taste
settle in the pits of my stoma...Wait! No! I'm not
going down there again!
Back to my story. Um..so yeah, I find this
obnoxious little girl hiding by my bike. I thought
she was a freakin' loony and I didn't want anything
to do with her. So I made her get the hell out of my
life. If she hadn't shot an arrow through my heart, I
would've just left the thing there. I'm the
Wolverine, ya know? But, she must have bewitched
me or something because I stomped on the breaks
and backed up, allowing her to get into my truck.
Little did I know that eventually that kid and me
would have a history together. And no! Not THAT
kind of history. What are you all, some sick
perverts? I would never take advantage of a little
girl like that.
I'm getting sidetracked again. Turns out this girl,
this Rogue was a mutant. Just not any mutant, a
super mutant that could suck the life out of any
creature. Believe me. I've had my share of a suckin'
or two. It felt...well...a hella lot scary and exciting
at the same time. God! To think what she'd be like
in bed. Her touch making you tingle from the inside
out while...WOW! It'd be your last time, but
whatta way to go!
Ugh! I said I wasn't going to go down there, but
there I went. Okay, enough of that. When that little
kid was ripped from my grips by a psycho named
Magneto, I felt like I was split in two. It was a
whole new experience for me. For once in my life, I
was feeling like a dog on a leash, and if it were
Rogue holding that leash, then 'Woof! Woof!' I
wouldn't want any other owner. Well, I made it my
mission to get Rogue back and protect her just like I
promised. So I flew to the tops of the Statue of
Liberty to save her. I'd fly to the tops of the highest
mountains and beyond to save her. Yeah, yeah,
there's a sappy side to me to. What can I say? The
kid brings out the better half. And the worst.
When I found her dead, drained of all her energy,
my heart stopped beating. That is until I came up
with the brilliant idea to touch her, so she'd suck
my healing power into her own body. And what do
you know? It worked! She came oozing back into
my life, and I was a bit woozy, but it was worth it.
And now, me and my little Rogue share a
connection.
I didn't think anything of it at the time, but being
alone for three years does that to you. Jean, yeah
Ms. I'm takin' by the One-Eyed Monster, Jean Grey
even admitted that Rogue had a crush on me. I just
blew it off at the time, but now..? Well, it's
flattering. Having a precious thing like that adore
you. It's even better when she shares your thoughts
in ways no one else can.
It was a few months back, when the ding bat I am
finally realized why I ran. I ran because she scared
me. Me! Wolverine! Scared of an innocent girl like
Rogue. Ha! But it's true. She scared me in ways that
were unthinkable. She forced me to care and love
and think things that just aren't appropriate for a
man they call Wolverine. I mean, come on! Would
you feel intimidated by a guy who's trying to beat
you to a bloody pulp and turns out he's a regular ol'
softy with a spot in his heart for little girls? Namely
Rogue. Nah. Didn't think so.
Anyways, I'm dredging up the past here because
three long years have passed since I've been home.
I send postcards to Marie every so often, and she
manages to find me. I can't even say where I
stopped thinking of her as Kid and thought of her as
Rogue, the super woman who's captured my heart.
Which brings me down to this whole oration. I
know she's not a kid anymore because I've seen it
with my own eyes. Shhhh. It's supposed to be my
dirty little secret. I was walking by a newspaper
stand, where they sold the mutant equivalents of
every kind of magazine you can think of. Don't
laugh! These things really exist, and mutants have
to make money too. So I was walking by this stand
and I see a porno magazine called "PlayMutant." I
guess that would be the equivalent of PlayBoy. I
never thought of myself as a perv before, but
something inside told me to go ahead and buy one.
You've heard that voice before, the angel and the
devil that sits on either of your shoulders? Yeah,
well the devil one said to go ahead. And stupid me,
I did.
So I took this dirty magazine back to the cheap
motel where I was stayin and flopped down onto the
dusty bed. I pulled out the beer I had just bought
and opened it as I flipped through the magazine. I
wasn't really impressed, I mean, yeah gorgeous
girls with really big, really fake ya ya's, but it
wasn't something I hadn't seen before. I start
edging towards the back of the magazine, took a
glance at the picture and started flippin' the page.
When the lightbulb in my head went off, I went into
shock and spit the beer I had in my mouth out. I
nearly ripped the page in half trying to flip to where
I was. And God almighty! When I found that
picture, I dropped the beer on my bed and spilled it
everywhere. I didn't even notice as it started
soaking my jeans.
There on page 19 sat my Rogue! My eyes bugged
out at my discovery. I shut the magazine before I
could scan her curvaceous bod. I got up off my bed
and started pacin. My thoughts were flying so fast
they probably broke the sound barrier. What the hell
was she doin in that dirty magazine? Shit! She'd be
in a lotta trouble if Professor X or anyone else
found out about this. I continue pacing back and
forth, back and forth, my mind piping up with all
kinds of possibilities. Let's say curiosity killed the
cat. Or more like, gave it blue balls.
I jumped back on the bed and tore open to page 19
again. It wasn't my imagination! There sat Rogue,
her face in a devilish smile, a smile seemingly
directed at MOI! I didn't allow my eyes to wander
down, so I concentrated on her face. She'd changed
for the fantastic since I'd been away. Her face was
more chiseled, distinctly a woman's features instead
of the cherubic oval angel face. Her reddish hair fell
in waves around her shoulders, the two white
reminders from Magneto framing her beautiful face.
I have to admit, Storm and Jean have some serious
competition. I debated on the pros and cons of
taking a peak, immediately feeling ashamed. I felt
like I was robbing the cradle. But man oh man! It'd
be soooo worth it and no one would have to know.
So before I could talk myself out of it, I gathered
the courage, sucked in a deep deep breath and
looked.
For the second time that night my eyes bugged outta
my head. I swear, if nature hadn't been on my side,
my eyes would've flown right out of their sockets.
The girl was delicious. I saw an endless seam of
curves. She wasn't as naked as the day she was
born, but she came fucking close. The reason she
had that devilish face on her became all too clear.
She was kneeling her bare legs spread apart. She
wore a school sweater...
Holy Shit! Xavier's Gifted Youngsters School
insignia. I gotta give the girl props. She has guts for
wearing that school sweater, and for making such
an ugly ass thing like that never look more
delectable than it does on her. I was a bit
disappointed because the sweater was strategically
placed. The sweater itself was too long for her, but
it became apparent why. The V neck button down
plunged all the way revealing a hella lot of cleavage
and her cute little belly button. Then it buttoned
right before her pubic area and went between her
spread knees, covering everything else from the
public eye. She mustta been really cold or really
happy because I could see the outline of her hard
nipples poking through the heavy sweater material.
Let's just say, that after I got my eyeful of almost
naked Rogue and her creamy, lethal skin, I had a
bad case of...don't laugh...arousal. I swear, my
jeans never felt tighter. I could feel the twitchin
from Bub...yeah! His name is BUB. Excuse me for
being so male! I could feel him rising to the occasion at the
sight of my beautiful treasure. I had to clamp down
on my urge to touch him, to resist bringing myself
over that edge that Rogue had created for me. I
couldn't do it. I may be a DOM (dirty old man), but
I would not do that to whatever future I may have
with Rogue. Hell, I know she can't touch me, but
who's says it has to be conventional? I'd settle for
waiting for the real thing.
So as I sit here, thinking about what I should do, I
glance down to that open page looking at the
luscious creature called Rogue, staring up at me
with her chocolate eyes. I can't bring myself to
close the thing and I can't force myself to throw it
away either.
Whatever I do come up with (no pun intended), I
know one thing is definitely for sure. I'm Logan and
I'm a Rogue-aholic. Glancing one last time at the
picture, I can't help but think that that girl will be
the death of me.
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