Title: Voyeur
Author: m.jules
Rating: R…or NC-17.
Disclaimer: (courtesy of Logan, Wolverine #50) “Gonna sue me? I’m warnin’ ya – my lawyer’s a psychotic mutant. Hrmph.
Is that a redundancy or what?”
(Marvel & Kids’ WB.)
Summary: Rogue’s still only sixteen – but Kitty witnesses how
much Logan wants Rogue to grow up.
Sequel to “Sin,” second part in the “Sixteen” trilogy.
Author’s Notes: (not entirely
fic-related) I’ve noticed something –
the Evolution series is unique among X-Men ‘verses in a lot of ways… not the
least of which is the change in Logan’s character. Not only does he not hit on Jean Grey, but he doesn’t hit on
women at all, seemingly. (Unless you
count his borderline flirtations with Rogue, but even that isn’t flirting. It’s something… deeper. More like true friendship.) This makes it very difficult to give him a
sexually active thought life… *laughs*
But since when do I back away from a Logan-challenge?
Thanks to Terri for helping out with that, btw. Her Logan-scene in “Solitaire” was very…um…helpful. *shivers* Thanks also to Karen, for the
markered-gloves bunny, although it mutated… (EvoLoganMuse refused to have
Playboy in his room. Said something that
sounded suspiciously like, “Only guys who can’t get any buy those.”)
This is for Taryn, because I bribed her with it. ;)
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“Ah thought sixteen was tha
fantasy age.”
Logan growled softly, hearing
her words echo through his mind for what seemed like the millionth time since
she’d left to go back to her room a few hours ago. He was still hard, smelling her scent on himself and feeling the
ghost of her caresses. Having her voice
repeating in his mind wasn’t helping matters.
“Fantasy, yes” he’d told her.
Hell yes.
As much as he hated himself for
it, the sassy little Rogue made regular appearances in his fantasy life. He tried to block them from his mind, tried
to convince himself he didn’t think of her that way… but now, after her blatant
statement of interest in him – “Ah’ve always wanted you, Logan” – he
felt like it was a little more acceptable.
He dropped the leather bustier
he’d been holding and took a deep breath, trying to get himself under control
before he went out into the hall, just in case some of the kids were
around. He didn’t need anybody noticing
what a state he was in.
Heaving a great sigh, he put on
his best “Get outta my fuckin’ way” face and stormed into the hall. With his perma-scowl firmly in place, he
silently made the rounds through the student wing. As he turned down the hall to the girls’ rooms, he told himself
it was just to make sure none of the students were getting into any Halloween
trouble. He rounded the corner just in
time to see Kitty phase through a closed door straight into the room she shared
with Rogue and before he could argue with himself about it, he was standing
right outside, listening in.
“Roguey! Look what I found in Kurt’s room! He’d like, be so totally busted if anybody
knew he had this!”
“What were you doin’ in Kurt’s
room, anyway?” Rogue returned, and Logan heard the creak of the mattress as she
settled onto the bed closest to the door – Kitty’s, if Logan remembered
correctly.
“Just sneakin’ around and stuff…
you know, to see if he had anything I could pick on him about.”
Kitty’s confession was followed
by conspiratorial giggles and the sound of pages turning.
“Wow,” Kitty said softly a
moment later.
Rogue made a harrumphing sound
and commented, “Those are definitely fake. No way any gal could look lahk that.”
“Totally,” Kitty agreed, but
Logan could still hear a wavering uncertainty in her voice. “But, like, how do they get those pictures
if they’re… not real?”
“They airbrush ‘em. Ah mean, you could make anybody fit onto
that picture.” The bed squeaked and
Logan heard a drawer open and shut. “Here
– Ah’ll show ya.” There was the sound
of liquid shaking in a small bottle.
“Miss Bambi here is about ta get a new stage name.” There was the soft sound of a brush on paper
– Logan sniffed once, immediately identifying the pungent odor of white out – and
Kitty giggled.
“Oh, that’s so totally you,
chica!” The scraping sound of plastic
against plastic, and Logan smelled permanent marker. “But she’s still missing a little something…”
This time Rogue giggled, and Logan thought the sound oddly suited her. “Oh raght… Ah forgot about tha gloves.”
The gloves. Logan closed his
eyes, remembering the way the silk had felt rasping over his throat, down his
spine… imagining the way they’d feel, cool and almost liquid, on other parts of
his body. He growled softly and stalked
away, forgetting to make his footsteps silent…forgetting he didn’t want her to
know.
***
“Oh no, we’re like, totally
busted!”
“Calm down, Kitty. He was runnin’ away, not comin’ ta get
us.” Rogue sat up on the bed, crossing
her arms and blowing her bangs out of her face. “Seems lahk he’s always runnin’ away, lately.”
Kitty’s eyes went wide and she
regarded Rogue carefully. “Don’t tell
me you’re, like, seriously crushing on Mr. Logan?”
“Ah don’t get crushes,” Rogue
muttered.
“That’s just, like, so totally
weird, girl. He’s – you know – Mr.
Logan!”
Grinning wickedly, Rogue glanced at her roommate. “Take tha ‘mister’ off when ya think about him once in awhile,
Kit-kat. Then it won’t seem quite so
weird to ya.” With that, she stood up,
screwing the top back on the bottle of liquid paper and tossing it to
Kitty. “Remember to tear that page out
before ya give tha magazine back to Kurt, awl raght? I don’t need tha mental image of Fuzzball jerkin’ off ta
somethin’ that looks lahk me.”
“You got it, girl,” Kitty
promised, beginning to pull out the modified centerfold even as Rogue
disappeared into the bathroom. When the
door was closed, Kitty let a mischievous smile spread across her face. Kurt might not ever get to see what white
out and a black permanent marker could do to a Playmate, but somebody else was
about to. After all, what were
roommates for?
***
The door to Logan’s room was closed, but Kitty had dropped into the garage –
literally – before she’d sneaked into the teacher’s wing, just to make sure she
wouldn’t get caught. Sure enough,
Ororo’s car was still gone, and Hank and the Professor were with her. The other vehicle she’d been looking for was
missing too – Logan’s motorcycle.
Quickly, she phased through the
door, the Rogue-esque centerfold still clutched in her hand. She didn’t stop to think about the total
weirdness of trying to set up her roommate and her teacher – Ugh, don’t go
there, Kitty – she just concentrated on getting the job done. She carefully placed the torn-out page on
the bed and was just about to leave when she suddenly was assaulted by the lack
of noise.
It hadn’t occurred to her when
she’d first stepped in that the shower had been running. She’d been so freaked out by her ‘mission’
that she hadn’t even noticed the sound until it shut off. The realization of what that meant hit her
hard and she barely had time to phase through the bed to the floor beneath
before the bathroom door opened. She
was wracking her brain, trying to remember what was just below Logan’s room –
and if she could safely phase through the floor – when she caught sight of his
reflection in the full length mirror on the wall across from the bathroom.
The glass was slightly steamed
from his shower, but it was clear enough that she could make out the outline of
his naked body. At first she squeezed
her eyes shut, disgusted, but Rogue’s words echoed in her mind. “Take tha ‘mister’ off… then it won’t
seem so weird to ya.” Resolutely
pushing the thought of him as a teacher out of her head, she opened her eyes
again, focusing on the clearing mirror just in time to see him turn back
towards the bathroom to toss in the towel he’d been using to dry his hair.
The sight of his broad back and
naked ass made her breath catch, and he paused. Cursing herself and his enhanced hearing, Kitty did her best to
make her breathing shallow and silent, feeling the heat rush to her face as he
did a full three-sixty, sniffing the air.
“Half-pint,” he rumbled, and
Kitty pressed her face in the floor, knowing she was about to get busted, with
a capital B.
He turned toward the bed – she
couldn’t resist watching him in the mirror – and stopped immediately, his eyes
focusing sharply on – The centerfold!
Thank God!
He picked it up, his nostrils
flaring sharply, and took a tentative sniff.
“Hmph,” he smirked. “Special
delivery.” His chuckle faded into a
soft growl, and Kitty blushed as she watched his – body – begin to react to the
picture.
Geez, girl, you’re never gonna
get laid if you can’t even say the word in your head. C’mon, Kitty, it’s just a… a … penis. There. You said it. Sort of.
“God,” he growled, his eyes
fluttering shut for a moment before they snapped back open, devouring the
picture in front of him. He was, by
this time, almost fully erect, and even Kitty knew enough to know he must have
been thinking some really good thoughts for it to happen that quickly.
He put the picture down and
walked around the bed toward the dresser on the other side, but stopped before
he could take out any clothes. Directly
in front of the mirror, he glanced down at the centerfold again. One hand slid down his body to touch himself
lightly as the other reached out, tracing the picture. Kitty wondered absently if he was touching
the painted-on white streak in the model’s hair, or the markered-on
gloves. Or something else. She felt her face get even hotter – she
hadn’t really thought that was possible – and focused on the image in the
mirror again.
Like that’s going to help
with the blushing factor, she thought to
herself.
His hand was sliding up and down
his shaft, his fingers curled around the skin in a very loose grip, a
feathering touch, really. His eyes
remained focused on the picture on the bed, and Kitty shivered at the look on
his face. It was feral, intense – and
getting moreso by the second.
His hips began to move slightly,
and she found herself fascinated by the grace evident even in that
movement. She’d often admired his
agility while fighting, but this… she’d never thought of sex – especially not
sex with oneself – as anything aesthetically pleasing. Always in her mind, it had seemed like it
would be something rather clumsy… the title of a Sarah McLachlan album flashed
through her mind, and she smiled. Fumbling
towards ecstasy.
But nothing about Logan’s
movements were in the least unsure or anything less than fluid. The shifting of taut muscles beneath smooth
skin in his back and ass provided the effortless motion of his slim hips as he
thrust into his own hand, soft grunts beginning to work their way out of his
broad chest.
He was breathing harshly now,
tiny growls being forced from his throat as his eyes narrowed, still focused on
the would-be Rogue centerfold. He bared
his teeth, a low rumbling sound filling the room as he finally broke his gaze,
tossing his head back and snarling “Rogue!” as his hips jerked sharply with
erratic grace, white fluid covering his hand and spattering onto the
bedspread. Logan collapsed onto the bed
heavily, still clutching the centerfold in his hand.
Kitty found herself wondering if
the picture had escaped unscathed, and then closed her eyes tightly against the
thought. Watching her teacher get
himself off was pushing her to her limits as it was. She totally did not need to be thinking about the picture – of
her roommate, nonetheless – that had provided the fantasy fodder for said
teacher.
In her embarrassment, she
managed to phase just her head through the floor to the room below – the
laundry room – and never was she so grateful to see a pile of dirty uniforms
lying right below her than she was at that moment. Taking a deep breath and squeezing her eyes shut, she dropped
through the ceiling of the laundry room and landed with a muffled “Umph!” in a
tangle of black and yellow lycra.
Brushing herself off, she
pressed her cool hands to her flaming cheeks and scrambled out of the room,
looking for something to get her mind off the scene it insisted on replaying.
She ducked into the rec room,
hoping no one would notice her unusually high color, and nearly jumped out of
her skin when Nightcrawler appeared before her in a flash of sulfur and
smoke. He waved and bamf!d away
before she had a chance to say anything.
“Kurt!” she squeaked, stumbling
backwards and phasing through the couple standing there. “Sorry,” she apologized with a shaky smile
before she moved over to the table where the heavily spiked punch sat
surrounded by empty candy wrappers and discarded popsicle sticks from the candy
and caramel apples.
A few minutes later, Rogue
traipsed into the room with a wicked grin on her face, a skimpy black bra
having replaced her missing bustier to complete her Sin costume. Most eyes in the room turned to her – the
girls mostly because they wanted to see what their boyfriends were suddenly
entranced by, although some had reasons of their own – and she held up a
mostly-full bottle of vodka.
“Ah heard the punch needed a
little… pick-me-up,” she purred as she poured well over half the contents into
the punchbowl.
“All right!” chorused a few of
the boys, attempting to high-five each other.
Rogue only rolled her eyes at their failed attempts. They’d had too much to drink already, it was
obvious, but the way she saw it, they weren’t going to stop drinking until they
passed out anyway, so she might as well do her part to hurry that along.
“What’s goin’ on in here?” came
a forbidding growl, and the room immediately fell silent except for the sounds
of objects being hidden and clothing being adjusted with the speed of light.
“Ah was jus’ confiscatin’ the liquor,
Sugah,” Rogue drawled, her eyes sparkling as she held up the nearly-empty
bottle and sloshed the liquid around inside.
“Hmph,” Logan snarled, marching
over and snatching the bottle from her hand.
“Gimme that.”
“You plannin’ on sharin’, Sugah,
or are you bein’ a bad boy tanight?”
Eyes went wide all over the room
as they watched Rogue bait the one person in the mansion you just didn’t
tease. Logan’s eyes raked over her
form, heat flaring at the sight of what had taken the place of the lace-up leather
bustier he had in his room. “You seen
my bike?” he growled.
“Nope. But Ah ain’t seen Jubilee tanight either,” Rogue shrugged.
He grunted, turning on his heel and storming out of the room without saying
another word.
Slowly, activity among the party-goers
went back to normal, with only Rogue standing stock still in the middle of the
room, staring at the empty hall where Logan had disappeared with a smoldering gaze. Eventually, she flicked her eyes over the
crowd, coming to rest on the bright pink face of her roommate and
partner-in-crime.
Rogue worked her way through the
crowd, snatching someone’s cup of punch-flavored alcohol out of their hand, and
coming to stand close to Kitty. Leaning
over so she could be heard above the din of the crowd without having everyone
else eavesdrop, she chuckled, “Ah told ya takin’ the ‘mister’ off would make a
diff’rence, didn’t Ah?”
Blushing furiously, Kitty could
only nod, biting her lip as her eyes involuntarily flickered to the empty
doorway. “Yeah, I like, totally see
what you mean,” she confided.
“Totally.”
***