Title: The Blood of Eden
Author: m.jules
Rating: NC-17, no holds barred
Disclaimer: Again. Only the icky characters belong to me, and this time they’re not even named.
Summary: “It was all for the union.” Sequel to “Red Rain.”
Special Content Warning: Ick, ick, and more ick. Remember “Red Rain”? Yeah. This is their fate. Caution: Character Death ahead.
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In the blood of Eden lie the woman and the man
With the man in the woman and the woman in the man
“Stop.” Her voice was frantic, and he turned without question. “Stop,” she begged again. “They’ll kill us, Logan. They’ll kill us. Once, just once – first – please – I need you--”
He didn’t pause, didn’t argue. At the cage door, he turned away from the crowd in front of him and slammed her body against the wire. She grunted at the force, but it was what she wanted, what she needed. Her body told him that as she reached for him, clawing at his skin, scrambling up his body with her legs, the heels of her boots marring his skin for a half-second before it healed. He unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down roughly, just enough to free himself.
He shoved her metal-mesh skirt up over her hips and she spread her legs for him, wrapping them around his hips. “Now, Logan!” she screamed, and he obeyed without hesitation. His body was already strained and at the ready. She’d been taunting him throughout the fight – his adrenaline was high, and he could smell hers spiking as well. Fuck or fight. And they’d already fought.
His hips crashed into hers and she threw her head back and screamed, raking her nails down his back so roughly that the leather of her gloves tore. His rhythm was established from the first thrust and he clutched her ass with one hand, his other going to grab blindly at the chain link, holding himself upright.
“Harder,” she gasped into his ear. “Harder. Deeper. Faster. Now!”
He grunted and called upon all of his powerful back muscles to do as she commanded. He growled and strained with the effort and his ears barely registered the screams of the crowd, urging them on. The animal in him roared his victory, his claim over his mate. “Mine,” he snarled into her throat. “Mine.” A hand from the crowd reached through the wire to grab her waist and he released the claws, thrusting them through the fence. He smelled the fresh blood and grinned savagely.
A low groan and a loud growl answered him as she clutched the back of his neck and crashed his mouth into hers. The meeting of their tongues was fast and furious and he tasted blood – he couldn’t tell whose – as their teeth collided, scraping against each other’s gums. Her nostrils flared and he knew she was taking in their combined scent, the scent of blood, of fear, of anger. “Mine!” he roared, and she bit through his bottom lip, her teeth meeting through his flesh and grinding against each other.
With a howl of pain, he thrust into her sharply in punishment. “Mine!” He closed his teeth around her throat and shook her roughly, his message clear: Submit. Submit or die.
She snarled, shaking herself loose of his grip and scoring his face with her own teeth. The thin flesh above his cheekbone and on his forehead tore without effort, and he grunted in pain, shaking his head to clear his eyes of the stinging blood that poured down into them.
Both of his hands lowered to seize her hips harshly, pushing her back into the wire, punishing her. You are mine and you will surrender.
Her eyes met his, blazing with challenge and fury. I am yours but I will never surrender.
With a savage roar he plunged into her again and again, lowering his head to take her shoulder between his teeth, biting until he heard the bone crack, until she threw her head back and shrieked with the agony and the ecstasy of the sensations slamming through her.
“MINE!” she screamed as she reached the pinnacle. “You’re fucking mine,” she growled at him through clenched teeth, panting harshly as her body contracted around him. “You’re mine!” Her sharp, even teeth found the flesh at the side of his neck and sank in harshly.
With a bellow of pain, he threw his head back and pressed his body against her as he shuddered and jerked with the agonizing release that burned through him. They leaned against each other for a moment, breathing, gradually coming back into themselves.
At my request you take me in
In that tenderness I am floating away
Holding still for a moment
Oh, for a moment of forgetting
A moment of bliss
His eyes were the first to flutter open, resting on her face before skirting over the rest of her bloodied and battered body. Even his own skin was marred with deep wounds that were slow to heal, and he could still feel the sting of her teeth in his throat and on his face.
Her eyes opened to meet his, and what he saw there nearly broke his heart. Gone was the sadistic dominatrix he had just fucked against the cage wall, and in her place was a woman, broken in spirit if not in body. Her eyes, the only part of her that betrayed her age, were glistening with the tears that she had not allowed herself to cry for all the years of pain. “Logan,” she whispered in a desperate, cracking voice. “Oh, God, Logan…”
“Marie,” he breathed, feeling his own eyes fill with tears. “Christ, Marie; what have they made us?”
“Logan,” she sobbed, leaning her face into his chest and clutching his body to her with hands that trembled. Her fingernails scored his skin, drawing blood as before, but with a different passion. “Logan, I can’t face them. We’ll never make it.” She looked up at him, her eyes blazing with terror and determination. “Even if we got out of here, where would we go?”
There was no answer to that question. They were both easily recognized, and neither of them were easily disguised. He remembered that before they’d been captured, she had traveled with him to Madripoor where she’d watched his transformation into Patch. She’d laughed and asked him if he really thought that was supposed to be a disguise. “I could recognize you from two miles away, blindfolded, sugar,” she’d taunted. The same could be said for her, he realized.
They couldn’t run far enough or fast enough, and there was no place to hide. Even now, the crowd was beginning to surge forward, toward the door. Two humans lay dead inside the cage, and the mutant slaves would be made to pay for their death.
“Let me go,” she begged. “Please, please… let me…”
He had no arguments left. He knew she was right; they’d never make it. “Take me with you,” was all he said, and she smiled weakly at him, leaning up to capture his lips in a gentle kiss that quickly turned desperate.
“I love you,” he whispered as he held his fist at her side, just below her ribs.
“I love you,” she responded, leaning forward and placing her teeth at his throat. “Forever.”
“Forever, Marie,” he sighed.
I can hear the distant thunder
Of a million unheard souls
Watch each one reach for creature comfort
For the filling of their holes
A murmur ran through the crowd, building until it became a
shout, then a roar as of an ocean as the Wolverine bellowed in torment and
released his claws into the side of his mate, her blood spilling over his
hand. His agonized wail was cut short
as she sank her teeth into his throat, tearing the skin, pulling through the
arteries, ripping the windpipe. Tears
rolled down her face as she drank his blood, her own body convulsing as the
movement of adamantium inside her abdomen overcame her healing factor.
Still, she held on, sucking out his life, making sure he went with her, that he
was not left behind to be captured and sold again, to continue living in this
hell without her. He would go with
her. He was hers, and she would not
leave him behind. She felt his body
begin to collapse against her as his blood trickled down her throat, the copper
taste making her sick.
She sobbed, choking on the warm liquid as she felt his lips moving soundlessly against her throat, smearing his blood over her pale skin. She felt the movement and knew the word, even as blackness crept over her and she began to sink to the floor, her mate crumpling atop her. He mouthed it once more before his lips stilled and one final breath shuddered from his body. Just before the darkness claimed her too, she pressed her forehead into his neck and repeated it to him.
“Mine.”
In the blood of Eden, we have done everything we can
In the blood of Eden, so we end as we began
With the man in the woman, and the woman in the man
It was all for the union, oh the union of the woman
and the man
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THE END