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‘ ’ indicates thought
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“Too bad that this one died."

“Uhgrrnn….” Logan groaned as he regained consciousness. ‘Not again’ his brain cried out.

In a repetition of the previous day’s events, his skin had been burnt off completely and from the feel of it, it hadn’t finished healing yet. He knew the reason for that. His healing factor was breaking down, well more like slowing down. Repeatedly increasing stress had finally started to affect its performance. He didn’t know how long had he been under this time, let alone the last time.
He hadn’t even gotten around to ask Ororo about it. ‘Ororo’

“’Rrrro….” He managed to grunt out. He hoped that she was still there. He wasn’t using any of his senses or moving at all. He still wanted to let most of his energy be used for healing the friggin’ skin.
“Logan,” Ororo’s honey smooth voice was laced with both worry and relief. Logan had been under for more than a day this time. From her previous experiences with him, she knew the reason behind it. The only time he had been unconscious for longer than this time, was after the night on ‘Statue of Liberty’, when he had literally died for all practical reasons. His heart had stopped beating twice and Jean even had used a psychic jolt to get his brain activity going.

Logan slowly opened his left eye, his right one still not healed. In his current condition, he didn’t know when would it be fully repaired. He could feel it inside the socket, but there wasn’t any sensation in it.
As the cloudiness dissipated, Ororo’s worried face came into view. “Yer….yer…” he tried forming the words but was silenced by two slender fingers against his lips.
“Don’t talk,” Ororo whispered. “Your chest is still healing. Just focus on breathing. Here, I’ve got some water,” she sat crossed leg, Indian style and gently lifted his head into her lap.
“Remember to drink it slowly,” she reminded with a soft smile, gently tilting his head with one hand while bringing the water mug to his dry lips.

Logan silently drank the water, only choking slightly this time. Once he had had his feel, he moved his head to the slightly to the left to let Ororo know as much.
“You should get some more sleep,” Ororo was still speaking in whispers. “Or at least don’t move too much. They have been checking on you every few hours. The last time they came, one of them said that they would wait until you got up and then come for you. So if you keep on lying still, they will think that you are still unconscious.”
She bent forward, lifted one of his hands and grasped it within hers. “If you need to speak, try and keep your voice down. I don’t know whether their surveillance is only visual or does it include audio too. Press my hand if you understand me.”
A gentle squeeze on her hand told her that he understood.

“How….how long?” his words were gruff yet low in tone.
“How long?” Ororo tilted her head to look into his eye from the side. “Do you mean how long have you been unconscious for?” Another squeeze of the hand.
“I’d say one and half day, a few hours more than you were the last time.”
Logan just closed his, enjoying the feeling of Ororo running her free hand through his hand.
“Mmmmmrrrrr…” he purred, its deep sound vibrating through his nearly healed chest, along their bonded hands to her body, causing a shiver to run through her.

“Liked that didn’t you,” Ororo asked a little lightly.
“Mmmmm…” Logan moaned before he caught himself. “Sorry, didn’t mean ta do that. Ya can stop if ay wanta.”
“I think I’ll do it some more,” Ororo replied, her hand going lower on his face to caress his muttonchop-lined cheeks.
“’Ro,” Logan leaned into her hand. “Ou….Out.”
“Out?” her eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“Out,” Logan repeated himself, slowly but firmly. “Way. Out.”
“Oh,” realization dawned on her face. “Nothing,” she shook her head. “They haven’t even taken any of us out again. The time they had taken me, I had tried to listen and try to find out where we are right now. From what I could make out, it seems we are somewhere in Mexico.”

“Break…out.”
“Yes,” Ororo nodded her head. “I know we need to break out, but how? I haven’t been able to think of a way to do it. Not one that is practically feasible. Maybe if we think together, we can find a way to do it.”
“Hmmmm….” Logan gently squeezed her hand, feeling the darkness coming back to claim him. “Laterrr….” Was the last thing he worded before falling asleep and or falling unconsciousness again.
“Later,” Ororo echoed him. Caressing his cheek one last time, she laid his head back on the makeshift pillow she had created from a rolled up blanket.

------

“Ughnn…” Cornelius was enjoying the sensation in his groin, his hands aiding the bobbing head of Mallory *Mystique* Brickman. They were in his suite and him and Mallory were conducting *private discussions*, not that those around them didn’t know, what occurred between them behind closed doors. But none of the soldiers said anything or approached her. Mallory was off limits. Only Cornelius and Wraith *touched* her and she *touched* them. “Oh Mal….” The old man moaned out his pet’s *pet* name.

“Hmmm….doctor,” Mallory stopped her ministrations and looked up into his eyes as he sat in swivel chair with her kneeling between his legs. “That feels so good…..you feel so good,” she spoke in a sickeningly sweet voice that she knew would excite him further and get his climax on and out of the way. She was supposed to meet Victor soon and he was a much better lay than the wrinkly old scientist.

The only reason she had even started ‘doing’ this was to get closer to him. It was to help with her final plan. That was to steal the infants they were going to create. It would provide her with fresh clean slates for her own training. Through them, she was going to create her own team, one that didn’t fight for any side except their own. The highest bidder, that was her motto and that was going to be the motto of her *children*. She had approached the walking fur ball, Creed, only because she would need a distraction when the time came.

That was all before….all before they brought in the new mutant. The one she had first seen for the first time during the Alkali lake mission, when Eric and she had joined the X-Men to take down Stryker. One look and she knew who he was. He was the same mutant she had last seen as a baby, years ago in Germany, when she had let him drift away in the flow of the river. Her son. Kurt Wagner. Nightcrawler. That’s what he called himself, until now. Now he was just X 105, mutant experimental subject.

“What are you going to do with the new subject?” she looked up at Cornelius. “The blue one.”
“You mean the demon,” Cornelius chuckled, enjoying the feel of her hands on him, although her mouth was a much better option. “Why talk about work now? We can always discuss them later. Its not like they are going to go anywhere.”
“Mmmmmm….Corr,” she teased him, giving a light lick on his shining head. “Tell me and I’ll make this really interesting. I’ll do that special thing you like so much.”
“You know, it’s a good thing that I like you,” Cornelius grazed her lips with his finger. “You and your expert lips and mouth.”

“I know,” Mallory pouted, pushing her red-lipstick smudged lips out to kiss his finger. “I like you too. I can’t wait for this project to finally get underway. So are you going to use the new one, the demon…” she forced out. “….the same way as Wolverine.”
“No,” Cornelius shook his head. “Wolverine is going to be the only male we are going to use, at least for now. The other one, he is purely a testing subject. We’ll collect his sperm, just in case he can’t pass our tests and has to be disposed off.” Cornelius smiled a self-satisfied smile.
“Good,” was all Mallory said, forcing herself to stop from wringing the life out of his testicles.

“There I told you,” Cornelius pushed the chair back. “Now, how about my treat.”
“Get on the bed Herr Doctér,” Mallory spoke in a mock German accent, grabbing the spare pair of latex gloves from her lab coat. “I am going to have to conduct a complete examination.”
“Oh Goody,” Cornelius rubbing his hands in glee, as he hobbled to the bed and lay on his back, his ass and legs lying over the side. “Does that include a….”

“Yes it does,” Mallory smiled at him, snapping the gloves over her hands. “It includes a complete and detailed prostate examination.”

“I can hardly wait.”

--------

“How is he?” Kurt asked a pensive Ororo. Jubilee and Kitty were sitting on the other side of the corridor, their faces stuck against the bars.
“He’s still healing,” Ororo replied, glancing over her back to look at the still form of her teammate. His words were ringing in her mind. ‘Break out.’
“Vhy do they do this to him,” Kurt probed further, his thick digit tracing one of his many tattoos.
“It’s a long tale,” Ororo didn’t want to talk about the various tortures being thrust on Logan and the reason behind it. She hadn’t even told Jubilee and Kitty the complete story, feeling that Logan should be the one to break it to them. “Wonder what happened to the girl you said they brought with you.”

“I don’t know,” Kurt shook his head. “Ven they captured me, I just got a passing look at her.”
“How did she look like?” Jubilee piped up.
“I don’t remember much except that she had something stuck all over her face, arms and back,” Kurt racked his brain, trying to remember the details. “….and that she had red hair, about this long,” he leveled his hand with the middle of his neck.

Jubilee and Kitty looked lost as his description, but Ororo’s eyes widened in recognition.
“Kurt, the things looking all over her, did they look like bones?” she asked softly.
“I don’t know,” he shook his head. “I didn’t get a good look.”
“But were they coming out for her head like horns,” she balled her hands and held it over her forehead moving them up and down, gesturing the length of the *horns*.
“Maybe,” Kurt gave a hesitant nod. “Do you know her?”
“Yes,” Ororo sighed. “Her name is Sarah, also known as Sarah Rushman. She used he codename ‘Marrow’.”

“Marrow,” Kitty whispered as if recalling the name from some part of her memory, her eyes widening as he reached what she was looking for. “Wasn’t she one of the Morlocks.”
“Yes,” Ororo sighed once again. If Marrow had been captured, that meant that the rest of the Morlocks had either broken up or had been captured or killed.
“Do you know her?” Ororo merely nodded at Kurt’s question.
“What do you think happened to her?” Jubilee questioned. “They should have brought her here too, to one of these empty cells. Do you think, that they moved her somewhere else?”

“That they did,” Sabertooth’s growl answered from the door. “Just not where ya wanna go right now.”
“What do you mean?” Ororo adopted a condescending tone. She’d be damned if she let Sabertooth get the better of her.
“Meanin’ she’s dead and burnt with the garbage and shit,” Sabertooth stalked over to her. “Does that tickle yer pussy?”
“No,” Kitty whimpered. Death of one of them meant that the others were just as expendable.
“Don’t cry frail,” Creed looked over his shoulder. “I’ll take care of ya, REAL good.”

“Keep yer smelly paws offa her,” everyone snapped at Logan’s answering grunt. He had regained consciousness and was supporting himself on one arm. His wounds had finally healed and from the looks of it, he would be completely up soon.
“Hey look, the runt is up,” Creed curled his lips, exposing his long fangs to Logan.
“Grr….” Logan growled in return. “Fuck off.”
“There there, is that some way to talk to yer brother,” Sabertooth grinned at the look on Logan’s face.
“Whatdya mean?” Logan narrowed his eyes, his voice cold.
“I mean that we are brothers,” Creed’s grin grew wider. “Same father.”

“Yer lying,” Logan shook his head. ‘He’s playing with yer head,’ he reminded himself.
“Am I?” Creed stepped closer to the bars. “Or are ya too stupid to realize the truth of the similarities between us. We are two of a kind, just like each other. Two animals.”
“I ain’t an animal,” Logan forced himself to stand up. “I definitely ain’t anything like ya.”

“Whatever runt,” Sabertooth flipped his hand as he started walking away. “But just remember that, I am the legal one. Ya, ya are just the result of a rich broad’s pussy itch fer the groundskeeper of her own man’s estate.”
“CREED,” Logan’s roar rang through the air, the *snikt* of his claws extending echoing along with it. “Yer lyin’. Take yer words back.”
“Or what?” Sabertooth baited from the door. “Ya will dance around in yer cage. Listen and listen good, yer slut of a ma was my old man’s personal whore.”
“NOooooo….,” Logan cried out, his claws singing against the Adamantium bars of his cage, Sabertooth’s taunting laugh sounding through the door. “No.”

-----

Two days later,

Logan hadn’t spoken for two whole days…..ever since Sabertooth had told him about the truth of his birth. He had taken out his rage on the indestructible metal walls of his prison cell. He didn’t want to believe a word of what Creed said, but there was something in him, deep inside his jumbled up brain, that told him that it was the truth.
He had raged a personal war both through his body and with his brain, finally losing out to fatigue and malnutrition and falling unconscious again.

He had woken up to find Ororo’s head on his chest, her hand threaded through his unruly mane. He had been jerking about in his pseudo-sleep. Wanting to calm him down, she had started caressing his hair, taking caution to stay out of the way of any sudden claw swipes. Later when he had finally calmed down, she had changed positions to come and sit on his side and it was in that position that she had finally fallen sleep, resting her head on his chest.

He was still trying to get his bearings when he heard the sound of approaching feet. Someone was coming. Taking a deep breath, he detected some familiar smells – Cornelius, Wraith, a couple of *old* soldiers….and Mystique. The blue bitch was with them. He hoped that they would get close enough to finally let him match her scent with her current form.

“Aw, aint’t that real sight,” Wraith jeered. “The animal and his whore are getting’ romantic.”
“Grr…” Logan’s growl and the sound of someone speaking woke up Ororo. She immediately sat up and faced their captors.
“Please do not talk like that,” Cornelius *mock* scolded Wraith. “Being romantic is something that is above Wolverine’s mental and emotional capabilities, a fact which will be confirmed shortly.” With that, he motioned two of the soldiers to come forward. “Now Wolverine, please come to the front of the cage.”
“Fuck you,” Logan spat back.
“Come to the front of the cage,” the second time was in a cold, dead voice. “Or one of them dies,” he pointed over his back to the three residents of the other cell. Stacy had finally woken up and although she was still recovering from her injuries, she was able to talk and even managed to sit up for about half an hour.

Growling deep in his chest, Logan slowly walked to the front.
“Stand right there,” he stopped at Wraith’s words. He was close enough to differentiate among their smells. Suddenly his gaze set on the lone female in the group. There she was. Mystique. Taking a step closer, he growled at her.
“You stay away from her,” Cornelius practically yelled out. “She is not for the likes of you. She is human. For you, we have got your own kind.”

-----

“Are we ready to begin?” Wraith turned to the scientist.
“Yes,” an evil smile formed on his face. “Whenever you want.”
Wraith nodded his head and grinned at Logan. “Fire,” he commanded the soldiers.
The next instant four darts flew from the special double-barreled gun and embedded themselves into Wolverine’s skin.

“Ya think, ya are going ta knock me out with these,” Logan grunted as he started removing the darts only to find four more fire and the next instant another four, making a total of twelve darts that had been fired at him.
“Oh these aren’t tranquilizer darts,” Cornelius chuckled. “These are our special recipe darts, to bring out your true self. After all we need the Wolverine to breed not some sorry excuse for a human.”

“Whatdya mean?” Logan inquired feeling an odd sensation rising inside himself. “What did ya do ta me?”
“You’ll soon see,” Cornelius stepped back. Turning to his assistant, he placed a hand on her back and started moving towards the door. “Come along, my dear. The Wolverine mating is not something you want to see or hear.”
“Enjoy yourself,” Wraith spoke to Ororo before walking away himself. To the other prisoners he said, “You too.”

-----

“Logan….” Logan winced at Ororo’s voice calling for him. The next instant he felt her hand rest on his shoulder and immediately retreated from it. “Logan, are you alright? You seem to be getting sick.”
“Ggg…..ggg…..Grrr…..” he tried forming words, trying to warn Ororo to stay away from him. From what was rising inside him.
“Logan?” she tried again.
“Aww…away,” he finally managed and retreated further, his hands held out in front him.

Ororo realized what was going on inside her friend and immediately withdrew to the other side of the cell.
“Logan, try to control yourself,” she urged. “Fight it….you can do it.”
“C…can…can’t,” he looked up at her, the hazel in his eyes rapidly being replaced by black. “St…stop….mmmeeee…..” he was reaching the end of his fight.

-SNIKT-

The claws came out.
“St…stop….meee…..” he pleaded again. “Plee…please….”
“I’m sorry I can’t,” Ororo lowered her head, lowering herself into a submissive position. She knew what was going to happen to her. “Kitty, Jubilee, turn away and cover your ears,” she spoke in an even voice. “…..and no matter what happens to me, don’t look this way till everything finishes.”
“Ororo,” tears welled up in Kitty eyes. “Mr. Logan….” She pleaded as Jubilee gently pulled her away from the cell bars and guided her to a corner of their cell.

-----

Back inside Logan and Ororo’s cell,

Logan was finally losing his battle against the Wolverine, who was being forced out in a highly excited state by the effects of the serum, which the darts had pumped into him.

He had started stalking Ororo, pacing in front of her, unsuccessfully trying to stop himself from closing in on her. The fact that she already wore his smell, made it even more difficult to contain the highly possessive Wolverine.

“GRRRRAAAHHH,” a loud roar announced the full emergence of an aroused Wolverine. Arching his back, he closed in on the female near him, the one who had his smell already on her, along with her intoxicating scent. She was HIS. And now he going to take her and mark her as his own.

-----

Ororo lowered and tilted her head to expose her neck in a sign to completely submit to the *alpha* male.

The only thing that gave her some form of concession from what was going to happen to her….was the last word Logan had managed to grunt out before he was lost inside his feral form.

“Sorry”

Note: I used info. from Wolverine's 'The Origin' miniseries. Maybe it was just me, but 'Dog' looked a lot like Victor Creed, Sabertooth.


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