Title: The Morning After
Author: Sineya
Email: strix_vixen@hotmail.comDisclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Marie wakes up.
Author's Notes: This evil plot bunny landed on my figurative doorstep last night.
-------------------------------------------------------------------Prologue
I rolled over, my bare of connecting with a muscular back.
*Huh?*
I moved my hand down solid muscle, landing on a naked behind.
I heard a groan.
"Marie, stop movin'."
*Logan?!*
I sat up quickly, reaching over to turn on my bedside light.
My entire body fell when I felt a sculpted torso beside me.
*What the Hell?!*
"Rogue?"A sleepy male voice said below me.
*Scott?!*
I jumped up, reaching again for the light and flipping it on.
My eyes went as wide as saucers, and I fell off the bed, scampering up.
There were two men in my bed.
There was a Logan and a Scott in my bed.
And they were staring at me with identical bewildered expressions.
Bewildered, lusty expressions that were now aimed at body parts other than my face.
I looked down.
And shrieked, my voice piercing the air.
I was naked.
I quickly grabbed a black quilt off the floor, and wrapped it around myself.
Then proceeded to get a lusty expression of my own.
There was a naked Logan and Scott in my bed.
*Whew, calm down girl.* Yeah right, calm down when two of the hottest men on God's green earth are naked in my bed. Naked and starin' at me like they haven't eaten for a week, and I'm their next meal.
Yeah, that's gonna happen.
I turned around, fanning myself. I mean, it's not everyday I see male perfection, well..naked male perfection in my bedroom.
Naked and within arms reach.
I turned around minutes later, hoping they'd covered themselves.
They hadn't .
I didn't stand a chance.
I would have been outta there if they hadn't moved right behind me when I had turned at their nude appearances before.
I stepped further back.
Stupid me, right?
"Listen guys, Ah really don't know why you're here, or why you're so deliciously naked-"
Did I actually just say that?
They were smirking.
I guess so.
I lifted my hands pleadingly as I spoke."So..uh, why don't y'all let me know just how in thah Hell us three are in mah room, naked as thah day we were born."
They followed my retreating footsteps.
Logan grabbed my hand and pulled me into him--chest first, then Scott proceeded to glue himself to my back. Both felt the need to run their hands in places my Mama told me to guard until I had a ring on my finger, and a new last name.
Poor Mama, I think I've failed her.
Logan nipped at my earlobe, his blunt teeth nibbling on the tender flesh.
"You really don't remember?"
I moaned as he kept up his ministrations, and again when Scott decided to torment me by planting wet kisses along my neck.
"How could you forget?"He whispered softly, blowing gently into my ear.
"Forget...what?"My voice was soft and breathy as their mouths roamed along my upper erogenous regions.
"Last night."They said together.
Last night?
The Mansion was crowded, wall to wall people covered the Ballroom.
Yes, Mutant High actually had a ballroom.
Complete with velvet drapes, an enormous, crystal chandelier, and glossy, black floor. She had been amazed when she'd seen it.
Rogue sat alone, nursing a Martini--shaken not stirred. Alone and depressed over the fact that she had jacksquat in the love department.
Looking over at the dancefloor, all she saw were couples.
Jeannie and 'Ro. They were quite a stunning pair actually. Bone white against blazing red, creamy pale skin complemented by chocolate beauty. So beautiful, so in love.
Jubes and Remy. Now there was a pair, firecrackers the both of 'em. He had been sniffin' around Rogue for a long time 'till she had pointed him in the direction of her crazed best friend. Her best friend who swore up and down that she had no feelings whatsoever for that and I quote,"Sickeningly sweet, prettyboy, swamprat who'll dip his wick in any Goddamn candle he can find."
Needless to say, two days later they were doing the beast-with-two-backs.
Bobby and Kitty. The classic best friends turned lovers syndrome. She didn't know if they would last, they had the whole one-sided love thing going on. Kitty being the one in love.
She really hoped he didn't hurt Kit-Kat, otherwise he'd be searching for a new set of balls real soon.
*Hmmm, guess I still gotta some Logan left in me.*
She stared down at her drink once again, an expression of self-pity on her face at the thought of HIM. Then turned back to the bar.
"Hit me with a whiskey, Sugah."
"Are you sure?"
"Yep, James."
"That will be your fourth."
"Ah know."
"Alright, my dear."
"Ah won't."
"Or Logan."
"Ah won't."
"Or Charles-"
"AH WON'T"
"No need to get ruffled about it."He pulled out a bottle of Black Velvet."Here you go."
"Thanks."
She downed the drink in one long gulp, shuddering when the alcohol hit her stomach. She slammed her glass back down.
"Hit me, again."
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1 HOUR LATER
She had polished off an entire bottle of whiskey and was still sober.
Damn Logan, and damn his damn constitution that she gained during that damn accident.
DAMN!
She snarled loudly at James."How in thah Hell am Ah not fuckin' drunk?"
He shook his head in wonder,"Don't know my dear, but I know many a men who'd kill to be able to drink that much and not become inebriated." He pulled the bottle away, and threw it in a nearby trashcan.
"What am Ah supposed to do now?" She got up, and loped off out of the room.
He stared at her retreating figure.
"Now that's a woman." Then sighed disappointedly. The only way he'd be able to snag her was if his name was Wolverine.
Or Scott.
So why did it have to be James Bond?
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"Over here, Darlin'." Logan's slight drawl taunted her.
Rogue was pissed off at him, at Scott, and at men in general.
So she shoved a fist into his stomach, and a knee in his groin.
He bowled over.
She laughed.
"Rogue, is that really necessary?" She turned at the sound of Scott's stiff voice. He was standing behind her in leader mode.
"Yep."Her foot slammed up into his face, crushing his red visor.
"It is." Her other kicked the back of his knee, causing him to fall to the floor.
She smirked down at them, grinning evilly.
"WC 1225 Program Exit."
Logan and Scott disappeared , replaced by two robotic skeletons slumped on the ground.
She looked around.
"Gotta love The Danger Room."
Then left, satisfied for the time being.
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Two figures stood in the Viewing Room, above The Danger Room, and next to The Meeting Room.
There were a lot of rooms.
They stood, staring down at the disappearing sprite. The beautiful, wonderful, gorgeous sprite that had minutes ago been pounding away at replica's of them.
She had enjoyed it.
So had they.
Rogue in all her glory was a glorious thing to behold. Her luscious curves, and fiery disposition was enough to boil even the coldest man's blood.
She sure heated up their's.
Logan looked at Scott.
Scott looked at Logan.
"Think we should follow her?"
Grunt.
"Was that a yes?"
Snarl.
"Just makin' sure."
And the two, uh...friends followed the vixen of both their dreams and fantasies.
Rogue planted herself onto a wooden bench hidden deep in the Mansion gardens, a bottle of Black Velvet her only companion.
She popped open the top, and lifted it to her mouth, draining the liquid down quickly.
"Ahh, now that's the stuff."The bottle dropped from her hands."Whiskey."
She tumbled off the bench, falling to lay on the ground.
Pulling a cigar out of her pocket, she lit it, and started sinking gaily.
"There once was a girl from Nantucket,
Who's boyfriend was about to upchuck it,
She said with a grin,
Wipe that - "
"Marie!" Logan was standing above her, Scott to his right.
He looked pissed.
Maybe he didn't like her rendition of that dirty limerick.
She smiled sweetly up at them. "Hey, Sugahs." Then started puffing away at her cigar.
She growled when Scott reached down and took it, crushing it under his foot.
"Smoking is against the rules, Rogue."
Did he always have to be by-the-book guy?
He noticed the discarded liquor bottle, and picked it up.
"Drinking is also."
Yep, he did.
She stood shakily, falling into his arms, snuggling into them.
"Ah know." She was content until she felt herself being jerked back.
Into Logan's embrace.
Her other favorite place to be.
"Dammit Marie, what the Hell's wrong with you?" He pulled her closer, even as he spouted the harsh words.
She felt Scott's hand on her back and started crying.
It was too much.
Bing so close to the two people she wanted more than anything. The two people who knew her completely, the two who knew her soul.
"Ah love you." She looked up at Logan."Ah love you so much."
He smiled down at her,"Marie-"
The hand suddenly left her back."Uh..I think I'll go." Scott's whisper was filled with sadness and pain.
She turned quickly, grabbing his arm.
"No don't go...Ah mean....Ah love you too." His eyes widened at her words, hope rising in them.
She pulled away from them both, collapsing on the bench again. She was fast becoming sober, how - she had no idea.
"Ahm in love with the both of ya." She looked down at her hands."How can Ah love two men who feel nothing for me?"
Instantly they were by her side, hugging her close.
"No, Marie, don't ever think that."
"Rogue, we...we have to tell you something."
They each put an arm around her, hugging her between them.
"We...we're...uh...we..." Logan was stuttering? *That's a first.*
"What Mr. Linguistics here is trying to say is that we're in love with you too."
Logan kneeled in front of her, his head resting on her knees.
"Yeah, Darlin' we're both in love with you." He looked up at Scott, taking his hand too.
They smiled at each other, then her.
"And we're in love with each other too."
Her mouth dropped open in shock, then she started smiling.
It soon turned into a full-fledged grin.
"So, you think us three....together."Her eyes shined hopefully at them."You think it'll work?"
They embraced.
"I know it will, Marie."She could hear the smile in his voice.
"I know it will."
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They were all snuggling happily on the bench when the alcohol decided to take effect.
And Marie's hands started to wander.
"Rogue-"
"Call me Marie."She said, placing a gloved finger over Scott's mouth."And shut up."
Logan laughed.
"That's tellin' him, Darlin'."
She looked at him,"You shut up too, Sugah."
She stood up, pulling off her gloves at the same time."Now start divesting your handsome selves of those binding clothes."
They just stared. *So I need to make the first move, huh.* She smirked.*Well, that's fine.*
She reached down and pulled her shirt up over her head. Baring her braless breasts.
Their eyes widened.
Her jeans and boots soon followed, leaving her standing before them in a silky, black thong.
Their eyes grew wide and hungry.
She sauntered over to them."The least y'all could do was remove yoah shirts."
They looked at each other, then back at her.
And quickly shucked off their tee-shirts.
"That's bettah."She moved forward and stumbled, her arms stretched out to stop her from falling.
She landed on top of them, an ungloved hand on each bare chest. She gasped, waiting for the horrible pull of mind from body.
Nothing happened.
She stared up at them, her hands still resting on their chests.
"Ahm touchin' y'all."She shrieked happily."Ahm touchin' ya and Ah ain't killin' ya."."
She sat up, resting in Logan's lap, and pulled his head down towards her. She touched their lips slightly.
And felt the tug start.
She pulled away quickly."What thah Hell?"
She stood again, berating herself.
"Dammit, you could have hurt him, and why?"Her two men smiled at the display."Because you're too horny too care."
They stood, stopping her.
Scott smiled."I think I know why it happened." He grabbed Logan's hand and pushed it towards Marie's cheek, when it touched he grabbed her bare hand in his.
Nothing happened.
She stared at him."How?"
"When you touch us both at the same time–nothing happens."He pulled her head down,."We all negate each other."He brought her lips to his."You can touch us both at the same time."
He kissed her deeply, his cheek rubbing against Logan's hand.
Minutes later they broke apart. Logan ran his hand down her body to grasp her free one.
"My turn Marie." He pulled her back against him. His chest hard beneath her spine. She opened her mouth to speak. "Shhh, we'll worry about the how's and why's tomorrow."
She watched as Scott knelt before her, still clasping her hand. His other hand reached up, ripping her thong from her body. She jerked at the unexpected coolness as air hit her naked flesh, and felt Logan hold her in place. His hands caressing her breasts softly, fingers scraping across her aching nipples.
Scott stared up at her, licking his lips slowly as he gazed at her heated flesh. He moved closer, and she could feel his breath upon her, then she gasped as a hot tongue slid over her.
And then she was lost, as Scott teased her unmercifully. Over and over, he almost gave her release. She moaned, her hips thrusting upwards, as she buried her hands in his thick brown hair, trying to direct his movements. Then she couldn't move her hands, as Logan chuckled, using one of his to imprison hers above their heads.
Seconds later, she exploded. Screaming as her climax rocked through her when Scott finally gave in, biting down on her swollen clitoris. She was drenched when she came down from her high, Scott still on his knees in front of her.
Logan backed away, removing his pants, and she whimpered at the loss of his body. She turned, reaching for him, only to find him sprawled out on the bench. His huge cock glistened in the moonlight as he stared up at her. His face was filled with an animal intensity, bordering on obsessive and he growled at her.
She walked over to him, Scott following, his hand ready to clasp hers. He did, when she reached Logan, placing a hand on his chest. They were all connected, then she lay down atop Logan, sighing at the feel of skin-on-skin. Her back arched when he pulled her closer, his engorged member twitching beneath her.
She sat up, pulling Scott closer, and unzipped his jeans. He quickly stepped out of them when they reached the ground. Her tongue slipped out, and tentatively licked the end of his cock, she soon became bolder at the sound of his gasping groans.
She heard a growl, and moved her eyes down towards Logan, while continuing to slide her lips over Scott. His face was covered in perspiration, his jaw clenching. She smiled around Scott's cock, then moaned when she felt Logan's callused hands on her hard nipples, aching to be touched.
She slowly slid her lower body up, her dripping entrance now right above Logan's weeping penis. She slid, ever so gently down onto him, gasping in pain when he thrust roughly into her, pain turning to pleasure when her membrane was fully torn.
When she could feel him inside her completely.
His hands were on her hips, guiding her as she rode him. She could hear the hitch in Scott's voice as he neared climax, and bit down gently. He roared, filling her mouth with his juices, thenn pulling out, and collapsing onto his knees, making sure their hands were still entwined.
She could hear growls erupting from Logan's mouth as he slammed into her, almost bumping her cervix. His growls became louder when Scott's hands started rubbing across his chest. She moaned loudly when the two men kissed roughly, biting lips and thrusting tongues.
She could feel her orgasm approaching, and she leaned on her freehand, giving herself more leverage. Logan's hands were gripping her hips tightly, and he stopped her movements, she could see his muscles tense, and feel him shaking. Her tight, wet sheath squeezed him deliciously. As the first waves of her orgasm began, he growled loudly, and emptied himself inside her.
She shook with the aftershocks of her climax, and he pulled away from them both, grinning.
"Shit, Darlin'." Logan commented.
"Anytime, Sugah, anytime." She smiled sleepily at them.
He sat up, pulling Scott onto the bench, and her onto their laps.
"Ahm tired."
Scott and Logan glanced at each other. Both held one of her hands, quickly picking up their discarded clothes.
They dressed each other leisurely, tender caresses floating across bare skin as they walked back to the Mansion.
All were extremely tired, so they hopped right into bed.
After they hopped into their birthday suits that is.
Then they fell into a deep contented sleep.
Epilogue
"So, now do you remember?"Scott asked as he bit down on her aroused nipple.
"Remember what."She sighed.
"Last night."Logan said as his fingers thrust inside her, the rhythm causing her to moan loudly.
"Oh yeah, uh...last night."She got out, as they worshiped her body.
"You do remember, right?"They stared up at her, eyeing her face suspiciously.
"Of course I remembah!"She gasped as Logan thrust another finger into her."Ah could nevah forget again!"
"Alright."They answered, believing her completely.
She sighed breathily, and grinned inwardly.
Truth was, she didn't remember a damn thing about last night.
But Hell, if whatever had happened had gotten her this...
She didn't need to.
The End
*A.N. II: So? I'm thinking of writing a sequel, should I? Shouldn't I? Let me know how you liked, or didn't like, the story.*