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** ** indicates telepathic communication
‘ ’ indicates thought
“ ” indicates spoken words
“What are they doing to him?”

“WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO HIM?” Jubilee yelled as she clutched the massive arms of the furry doctor, her voice cracking with emotions. “He wasn’t like this when he came back. What have you done to him?”

Henry looked lost as how to handle the tempestuous pre-teen. “Jubilee, I….let me….uh,” he breathed a sigh of relief as her redheaded guardian entered the room, Ororo just preceding her.

“Jubilee,” she headed straight for the bed. “Let him go.”
“No,” she cried out even as her grip loosened, her hands finally falling to her sides. Rubbing one tearful eye, she raised the other hand and pointed at the prone Wolverine. “Look what they did to him?”
Heather gasped at the scene before her eyes, her hand rising to cover her open mouth, her gaze moving from Logan to Henry and back to Logan again.

“Goddess,” Ororo hunched over the bed, slightly rocking it and Wolverine lying over it. “Henry, what are those things?”

“I don’t know exactly,” he lowered his head.
“Do you have any indication or theory or anything about them?” Heather asked, her hands tightening around the girl’s shoulder as she turned and cried into her crook of her arm and shoulder.

“Yes,” Henry nodded. Lifting his head, he raised a clawed finger at one of the projections. “When he was brought in, they were completely outside his body, with a single tendril going through his brains and certain parts of his spine,” he gestured to the ones on his back.

“In the last three hours, they have…they have burrowed into his skin, all the while releasing more tendrils from them. they have started taking over his body, going as deep as his heart and lungs,” he pointed to a couple, just over where is heart and lungs lay in the front.

“They are all linked to each other and slowly they are linking themselves to all of his major body systems.”
“Why don’t you just remove them,” Heather asked the oblivious question. “I mean, not yank them out or anything. You could operate and remove them.”
“No, I’m afraid not,” Henry shook his head. “They are set to explode, each containing a small explosive charge. Earlier we had tried one, when they were just on the surface. It had exploded, sending his body into shock, and it was too close to the brain for comfort.”
“And now?” Ororo whispered, running a loving hand through Logan’s hair, keeping her finger in the front, away from the protrusions.

“Now,” Henry sighed as he removed his glasses and ran a furry hand over face. “Now, its near impossible to remove even a single one from them without setting off a chain reaction. Each one has released a tendril, connecting one to the other, forming a network.”

“You said near impossible,” Ororo grasped at his words. “You mean there is a way.”
“I think there is,” Henry nodded his head. “But I will need Forge’s expertise for that.”
“So,” Ororo straightened up. “Where is he?”
“He left just after he brought Wolverine in,” Henry seemed tired. “He won’t be back until tomorrow night.”
“Why don’t you try contacting him via his comm. link or Cerebro?” Ororo turned to the Professor who had been silently listening to everything being explained.

“We can’t,” Henry replied sadly. “We have tried raising his comm. link, but it seems to be turned off…and….he can’t be detected via Cerebro,” he looked towards the professor.
“Forge has a mechanism built into his shoulder, which connects to his brain, giving him direct control over his bionic arm and leg, and also making him undetectable via Cerebro,” Xavier continued. “It is similar to Magneto’s helmet, just specifically designed and customized for him and his x-gene signature.”

“We need to find him,” Ororo said with conviction. “We need to find Forge.”

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Meanwhile, Forge and Mystique

“Aaahh…Yes,” Mystique groaned as her red colored hair washed around her face, her body positioned on all fours with her ‘lover’ the genius cybernetic mutant called Forge, rested behind her on his knees and earnestly pounded into her tight wetness. “Yes…yes…yess…..” she urged him on, her hands balling and opening in the white sweat dampened sheets, as more sweat formed and flowed across and down her and her lover’s bodies, the slapping of wet skin against wet skin loudly sounding in the room. Forge had his hands firmly placed around her round hips, intermittently planting light slaps over tender indigo colored rump.

Forge himself was concentrating on his to and fro movements, having established a nice smooth n’ swift rhythm. Mystique never seemed to stop amazing him. She had the sexual prowess and capacity of a….of no one he had ever met or had sex with before. If she hadn’t been such a treacherous loose bitch, he might even consider loving her.

“Harder….” She looked back at him, tossing her hair to the other side. “Harder….fuck me harder…or can’t you,” she urged him on.
“You want harder,” he grunted back. “Take harder,” he dug his fingers into her skin and began to assist in her movements, his hands pushing and pulling against her hips.

“Uhn…that’s more like it,” she groaned, “I thought you were trying to make love to me.”
“Make love,” he spat the words out. “Never with you. You are only worth being fucked until you can’t even move.”
“Hmmm…” she didn’t even bother to answer, sensing the start of her oncoming orgasm. Her body had started tightening.

“But you are a good lay,” he supplied the smallest bit of appreciation.
“I am the best lay,” she stilled her movements. “Have you ever had as good as…leave alone better than me?”
“Hnn…” Forge yanked her back. “Uhn…Never. You are an excellent fuck, better than all the rest women I have fucked. Even better than my lovers…well almost all of them.”

“Who…was…uhn…better than…uhn…me?” her words were coming in gasps.
“The first woman I had sex with,” his voice was just as labored. “You never forget your first.”
“Hmmm…” she merely shook her head. “Faster….I want you to make me come.”
“Come on your own,” he didn’t change his movements. “I am only concerned about myself.”

“Sonofabitch,” she growled at him.
“Cunt,” he answered with a grunt.

“Yes….yes…yes…” She repeated at the onset of her orgasm, feeling him tighten inside her, her inner walls milking at his throbbing erection. “Ahhhhhh….” She threw her head back, a loud scream escaping from her lips as Forge followed close behind her, thrusting one last time and holding his position as he erupted into her, filling her insides with his milky seed.

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“Good boy,” she panted minutes later as they lay side by side, his hand carelessly draped over still slick hips, his release flowing out from her and coating her inner thighs.

“Good boy,” he repeated incredulously. “Is that all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to do?” she turned her head to him. “Give you a fucking medal or something?”
“Or something,” his lips curled up as his hand moved over her hips, coming to rest just over the crack of her ass, his middle finger caressing her rear entrance.
“Oh, you want that,” she moved away and sat up. “Why didn’t you just say it? You know I am always game for anything, anywhere. But first….” She lowered her face to his, “Kiss me.”

Their lips met in a deep passionate kiss, their tongues warring against each other, just as their bodies and words had minutes ago. Reaching down, Mystique grasped his shrinking erection between her fingers and gently began to jerk it, her fingers slipping over it, still slick from the mixture of their juices.

“Now for your reward, Good boy,” she moved away from his lips, planting soft kisses all the way down to his groin. “Let me get you ready,” she whispered huskily as her hair grew still shorter, giving him a clear view of what she was just about to do.

Positioning her face directly over his ‘manhood’, she lifted his flaccid penis with her first two fingers and placed it in her mouth, tasting the mixture of their releases on it. Initially, she just suckled at it, her one hand drawing imaginary circles over his hard abdomen, the other hand cupping at his balls. As it started to grower harder, longer, she started to bob her head over it, humming and take more of it inside her mouth, right until he was completely hard and his swollen head was hitting at the back of her throat.

“There,” she let go of him and came and laid down beside him. “All hard, erect and ready to go. Now get up and get what you want.”
“Good girl,” Forge threw a similar version of her words at her as he sat up and positioned himself between her legs, pushing his pillow beneath her lips to raise her even further.

“Drop the bullshit and just do it,” she wiggled her lips. “Just fuck my ass. I have lubricated you enough to get you in.”
“Hmmmm….” a slight smirk-grin formed on his face as she positioned against her rear.

“Fuck me hard,” she instructed him. “As hard as you can. Fuck me as you have never done it before.”

“Do it as if you doing it for the last time.”

Note: This should be the last chapter of any Forge and/or Mystique loving. I enjoyed writing the rough sexual interplay between them. More indepenence when writing for the 'bad' guys than for the 'good' guys. Don't you think?

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