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Las Vegas, Nevada
MGM Grand



“Oh Yeah!!” Alison cheered loudly as one of the two male combatants in the octagon shaped ring landed a particularly vicious blow, sending the other man into the wall of the enclosure.
“Enjoying yourself?” Gambit asked as she sat back down.
“Hot, sweaty, heavily muscled men duking it out? What’s not to enjoy?” she replied, and Gambit looked mildly ruffled.
From her seat beside Alison, Storm smirked. Ali was fun, and somehow managed to keep the roving Cajun clearly enchanted. Storm couldn’t think of one other woman that Gambit looked at like he looked at Ali. Granted they had been apart for six years, but she doubted he’d had any great loves during the separation. Ali had a mind of her own and wasn’t afraid to use it. And a mouth. Ororo shook her head, thinking of the parking lot incident. Ali sure made things interesting. She returned her eyes to the ring, cheering herself as the fighters clashed and grappled.
Blood sprayed across the matt and after a brief discussion with the referee, they resumed fighting. Storm applauded loudly, having a good time. Wolverine drank in the sight of her, ignoring the fight. He’d seen better, been in tougher. She was leaning forward, mouth slightly parted, watching the caged battle with avid interest. He felt a small flare of jealousy, but pushed it aside. It was the fight itself, not the fighters that held her attention.
He stroked a hand along her long hair that hung loose down her back, brushed straight before they left, a striking contrast to the black lycra top with lavender trim she was wearing. Her top stopped a few inches before the waist of her jeans, leaving a glimpse of smooth flat abdomen. She wore her simple black bands on her wrists and one ring on her thumb. She didn’t require make-up or decoration, Wolverine thought, remembering the countless lipstick applications Jean did in a day, and the number of other women he had been with that couldn’t pass a mirror without fussing or primping. Not ‘Ro. Of course it didn’t hurt that she was stunning without it.
She sensed him staring at her and cocked her head his way.
“Having fun?” he asked.
She nodded. “You?”
He nodded in return, the roar of the crowd drowning out any response he would have given. Wolverine glanced at the ring, watching as they raised one fighter’s hand in victory. Couture or someone. He turned back to Storm, knowing they were almost finished here. “What else ya wanna do tonight, darlin’. The night’s still plenty young.”
Before she could answer a large, muscular man in a dark coat with the letters MFC came up to them. He was grinning excitedly, his brown beard twitching. “Hey man! You’re Wolverine right?”
Wolverine tilted his cowboy hat and gave the guy a cold stare. “Who wants ta know?”
“The name’s Derek. Derek Miller. I saw you fight a few years ago up in Canada, bare-knuckle boxing. Man you were unstoppable!”
Wolverine stood with a growl. “What is it ya want?”
“Here’s my card.” Derek held out a small white rectangle. “I sponsor a fighting circuit for mutants. We’ve got an event taking place later this evening, it’s a ten thousand dollar purse so we have a lot of fighters tonight. Come check it out.”
Wolverine took the card, sniffing slightly. The guy smelled truthful enough.
“Ah, hell yeah!” Ali said leaning back past Gambit’s shoulders, giving Wolverine a thumbs up. “We should go!”
Derek finally noticed the rest of them. He nodded to them and gave Storm an appreciative look, lingering on the generous swell of her chest.
“Eyes up, Bub.” Wolverine snarled causing the other man to jump and hastily remove his eyes.
“So will you come check us out?” Derek asked. “We’re not a normal tourney man to man circuit. You fight until you fall, last man standing wins. It’s interesting.”
Wolverine glanced at Storm. Truth be told he was itching for some violence. It’d been too long since his last real fight and the temptation thrummed through his veins. She nodded at him.
Wolverine turned back to Derek. “We’ll stop by.”
The man grinned broadly. “Great. The directions are on the card. It’s in the desert, bare hands, no weapons, no holds barred, just to warn you. Some of the fights are pretty brutal.”
Wolverine said nothing. “Okay, then,” Derek continued, “the fights start at midnight. Doors lock at twelve fifteen.”
“We’re going?” Ali asked excitedly when he was gone.
“Storm?” Wolverine looked at her. “What do ya say?”
She could sense the anticipation in him and she would not deny him his fun. She winked at him. “I say we go and you win us some spending money.”
“Sweet ass!” Ali exclaimed jumping onto her chair.
“Funny, I was jus’ t’inkin da same t’ing.” Gambit drawled, gazing at her behind.
Storm rolled her eyes in good humor. “Come on, Wolverine, we should go grab some food before the fights.”
“Are you sure about this, darlin’?” He asked as they strolled through the parking lot, her hand interlaced with his. He caressed his thumb across her satin skin.
She paused to touch his cheek. “You want this,” she said.
He didn’t deny it.
“Yes, I’m sure. Let’s have some fun.”
His grin was positively feral.


Midnight
Unnamed Location
Nevada Desert

The first fight was over before it began. Wolverine stood, muscled chest bare, in the center of an erected cage, not even breaking a sweat as his opponent lay bloody and moaning in the sand. The cage door swung open and the fallen mutant was removed and a large black bald man came in. He was solid, Wolverine could tell, and comfortable with violence. The man crooked his neck back and forth , popping it, bouncing up and down. A long forked tongue flickered from his mouth. Interesting.
“Now entering the ring, please welcome Python!”
The man lunged forward immediately but Wolverine sidestepped easily, reading the other mans moves before he made them, his fist planting against the larger man’s temple, then under his jaw, knocking him to the ground. The crowd of onlookers cheered. Wolverine took a step back, allowing the man to get up. He knocked ‘em down but he didn’t kick ‘em while they were there.
The man shook himself, then jumped in the air, spinning, aiming his foot for Wolverine’s head. Thwap. Wolverine caught Python’s heel with one hand, holding it aloft for a moment, making the man hop on one leg before shoving him away. Crouching low Wolverine moved in with four rapid punches, breaking the man’s nose, his jaw and a knee to the midsection, cracking three ribs. Over.
Again the cage door opened and two large men came in to remove the doubled over Python. Wolverine scanned the crowd for Storm. She was standing beside Gambit cheering. She smiled at him. He grinned. It felt good to have her here.
Four matches, two broken arms, five broken noses, a ruptured spleen and a shattered pelvis later and still Wolverine stood untouched, now covered in sweat, and the blood from his fallen adversaries, feeling exhilarated. His body hummed with adrenaline, the anticipation of the next fight. He flexed his fingers, rotating his shoulders. The cage door opened and his seventh challenger entered the ring. Wolverine hunched his shoulders, the muscles on his back contracting and expanding as he did.
In the crowd Storm heard several women gasp and sigh. Alison heard it too and gave Storm a teasing look. “Looks like I’m not the only one with a Yummy.”
Storm crossed her arms over her chest. “These girls may find themselves smacked up and slammed into that cage if they don’t put their tongues back in their heads.” She glared at the ogling women close to her.
Ali laughed. “I know the feeling.”
Storm nodded, knowing how often Gambit was hit on and looked at by women. That devil encouraged it though, with his flirtations and charm. Although, Storm had noticed a severe decline in wandering eyes of her brother. “Where’d Gambit disappear to anyway?” She asked after a minute.
“Taking a leak.”
“Oh. Good to know.”
“You asked.”
“So I did.”
The newest fighter went down with the tread of Wolverine’s boot imprinted on his chest and Storm hollered with the crowd. Wolverine pushed one hand through his damp hair and gave her a delicious wink, making her heart stutter.
“My, my. he is rather yummy,” Alison said with warm appreciation.
“Talkin’ ‘bout me again, petite?” Gambit returned. He held out a beer to each of them. Ali didn’t answer, just smiled mischievously and opened her beer. Not one to take a backseat to a brew Gambit captured her mouth in a slow kiss. Ali responded with verve like she always did and Gambit barely repressed a groan. She did things to his insides no woman had done before. He couldn’t explain it, since he was a boy he’d always been attracted to the groomed, prissy beauties or the forbidden fruits. Married women, friend’s girlfriends, women he’d steal from. Never had he been attracted to the independent, tough girl. Though Ali was far more sensitive than she let on, and was extremely loving when they were alone, he thought. She was always whispering things in his ear that drove him mad. Gambit believed that maybe for the first time in his life, he was falling in love.
Storm grinned at the couple beside her, then returned her attention to the make-shift ring. There was a longer pause between this match and the others, and Storm was grateful, because this allowed Logan’s body to heal from the mild injuries he’d sustained. The ring announcer’s voice came over the bullhorn. “An unexpected challenger, folks! What a match this will be! Wolverine versus Sabertooth!”
The crowd was on it’s feet, the roar deafening. Ali leaned close. “What the fuck is this? Animal Planet? Wolverine, Python, Cougar and I think there was a Matador and now Sabertooth. Why can‘t there ever be a Bob?”
Storm didn’t comment, her eyes on the hulky shadow approaching the caged ring. Whoever he was, he was a substantially sized mutant. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as he came into view. He was a rugged looking fighter dressed in black and gray army fatigues, and a white wife beater, a mane of shaggy blond hair tumbling over broad shoulders. He was leering at Wolverine, revealing a row of jagged, sharp teeth against his scruffy face. His light eyes flashed in a predatory manner that seemed familiar.
“Ready fer a real fight, runt?”
Wolverine sniffed the air, smelling the other man’s adrenaline, and anticipation. He cracked his knuckles, loosing the tendons in his shoulders. The cage doors opened and the other man pounced before he was fully inside, his movements quick and predatory, his talons slicing Wolverine’s chest, leaving four oozing trails in their wake. It was the first real wound Wolverine had received in the cage and the circle of spectators yelled excitedly in response. Storm clutched Gambit’s arm.
Gambit patted her hand. “Don’ worry none, chere. Da Wolverine be jus’ fine.”
Sabertooth’s assault was fast and furious, his talons and teeth raking Wolverine’s flesh. Wolverine crouched low, blood dripping from his chest and neck. Lightening zigzagged across the sky jumping from cloud to cloud. ‘Ro was worried for him. He was both pleased and insulted by that.
“Ya don’t stand a chance, boy. I’m gonna slice ya apart.” Sabertooth growled. He lunged, grabbing Wolverine, heaving him overhead and tossing him to the ground, kicking up swirls of sand.
Wolverine was on his feet instantly. His mouth eased up in a idle smile. He was enjoying himself. “Who you callin’ boy?” Wolverine glided, a fluid motion, so fast it was almost impossible to follow him, striking hard and repeatedly. His fists and feet connecting over and over in a matter of seconds. Blood and spittle spraying from the taller man’s mouth. With a savage snarl Wolverine kicked the other mutant through the steel cage, chain links embedding in the blonde’s body.
The crowd scrambled, cheering wildly. The other man didn’t get back up.
“Ladies and Gentlemen we have a winner! The Wolverine!”
Wolverine turned, seeking out Storm, grinning. He’d have to thank her for this. She and Gambit and Ali were making their way towards him, but were held at bay by the throng of people rushing forward to congratulate him. Women began touching his arms and chest, phone numbers being shoved in his pants, one gorgeous redhead even cupped him. Normally this wasn’t an issue, but suddenly it irritated the shit out of him. He growled fiercely, causing most to back away.
“Good man.” Ororo said, stepping in front of him, placing her hands on his bare shoulders. He pulled her closer, his hands on her hips. She gave the women still bold enough to be hovering around a glowing white look over her shoulder. “Find somewhere else to be,” she said dangerously calm.
“Jealousy?” Wolverine said, mildly surprised.
“No. Irritation.” she corrected.
He tapped his nose. “It don’t lie.”
Ororo gave him an annoyed look, but didn’t argue.
“C’mon, homme. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Gambit chuckled at Stormy’s fired up expression. She was jealous, he knew. Who would have thought it?
Wolverine and Gambit disappeared into the shadows, towards one of the few tents around the ring. Several scantily clad women followed them and Ororo felt her teeth grinding.
“He wants you.” Alison said sensing her tension. “A blind man could see that.”
Ororo sighed. “I know. It’s just…I can’t explain it.”
“You love him. No explanation necessary.”
She smirked. “Thanks dear Abby.”
“Hey that crone ain’t got nothing on me. My advice is universal and cosmic.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Hey baby.” A low grumble sounded directly behind Storm. She turned slowly, the hairs on the back of her neck once again standing on end. Sabertooth stood behind her. “Ya smell good.” He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling it to his nose, inhaling deeply.
Storm tried to wrench it away. “Back off, pal.”
“You like ta play rough?” He gave her hair a hard yank.
Light erupted in Dazzler’s hands. “Step off, Shaggy.”
The furred back of the stranger’s hand caught Alison upside the head, sending her to the ground. His other hand clamped around Storms esophagus, talons digging into her skin, piercing her. They were in too close proximity with others now for her to bring down a bolt, but she didn’t need to strike him, she just needed to get Wolverine’s attention. Thunder boomed in the open desert, echoing across the wide expanse.
Several people jumped, looking up into the quickly clouding sky. Wolverine emerged from the larger tent, and he lost whatever self-control he had at the sight of Storm held hostage by the large bruiser of a man he’d just defeated. The urge to kill in a mindless rage was overwhelming. “Hands off, Fuckface!” he roared.
Sabertooth held her up, her feet three inches from the ground. “This yours?”
Wolverine was across the distance separating them in two heartbeats. Gambit right behind him, cursing in French and English when he saw Ali cradling her jaw, semi upright on the ground.
Sabertooth snarled, and it sounded almost joyful. “She’s a pretty piece, ain’t she?” He sniffed her hair. “Smells good enough ta eat.”
-SNIKT- “Got six good reasons for you to walk away!” Wolverine’s voice was quickly losing it’s human quality, borderline feral.
Sabertooth licked Storm’s cheek.
Wolverine launched, surprising everyone, flipping over Sabertooth’s shoulder, six blades entering his back over and over. Storm was immediately released, landing with a thud and a gasp as she inhaled air into desperate lungs. Sabertooth dropped to his knees, then fell forward, face planted in the sand, unmoving, scarlet rivers flowing from his still body.
“Is he dead?” Ali asked quietly. Gambit was holding her against his chest, despite her assurance that she was fine.
“Yes.” Wolverine said without feeling. He had wanted him to be dead, but didn’t want to kill in front of Storm again. Didn’t want her to once again witness the monster he was. “Let’s go.” He tugged her hand, following Gambit and Ali back to their parked cars. She glanced over her shoulder once, then hung her head, watching her feet as they walked.


Bellagio Hotel
Ali and Remy’s room

“Let me do dat.” Gambit held a washcloth wrapped around ice to Ali’s swollen jaw. “Better?”
“Yeah.” She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. “I can’t believe he killed him. Just like it was nothing.”
“Gambit woulda done da same t’ing ‘ad it been you dat fucker choked. Merde, I wanted t‘ kill ‘im fer dis.” He nudged the ice.
Ali opened her eyes surprised. “You wanted to kill someone for touching me?”
He removed the washcloth from her face, replacing it with his warm palm. “Oui.”
Ali didn’t know what to say. She decided not to say anything, instead grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Gambit leaned back, watching her with his devil eyes that glowed faintly. She unhooked her black bra, letting it slide down her arms. Gambit leaned forward again, cupping her petite breasts in his hands, tracing the soft pink nipples with his thumbs. Ali moaned.
“Mon Dieu, Ali,” Gambit breathed, taking one tight peak into his mouth, suckling. “Je t’aime, cherie. Je t’aime.”
“D’accord, Etienne” she murmured, lost in his heat.


Ororo and Logan’s Room

The scent of crushed herbs filled the room, and from the old fashioned claw bathtub in the large bathroom Logan knew Ororo was burning her incense. Traces of her native land. He shifted in the water, steam rising as he did.
Ororo entered the room, going to the sink, brushing her teeth. She was wearing one of his flannel shirts and nothing else. The first few buttons were undone and as she walked he got enticing glimpses of her satiny breasts. Her long hair cascaded about her shoulders and down her back, a silken snow waterfall.
Immediately he felt the blood pounding in his head, pooling in his groin. She gave him a faint smile in the mirror and his gut tightened. How could she smile like that at him after watching him kill yet again.
She rinsed her mouth, returning her toothbrush to the ceramic holder. “This is nice,” she said softly, making her way to the edge of the tub and sitting.
He wasn’t sure what she was referring to and couldn’t form a coherent thought with her so close so he simply stared at her with black eyes. She didn’t elaborate, just bent, retrieving a ceramic pitcher from the floor. She dipped it in the tub, pouring the warm water of his head, soaking him. The touch of her fingers massaging shampoo into his scalp sent bursts of fire through his veins.
“What troubles you?” she asked, rinsing his soapy hair.
He growled, knowing he couldn’t hide from her. Ororo saw straight into him, had from the beginning. Her brightness could dispel any shadow. “I’m a soulless killer.” he answered raggedly, his body raging for hers.
“I know you believe this.” Her voice was mild. “But it’s not true.”
“Damn it, ‘Ro.” He grabbed her wrists, stilling her hands. “Look at me, I mean really look at me. Yer so good, maybe ya just can’t see what I am.”
Ororo disengaged her wrists from his grip. She returned to rinsing and massaging his scalp. “You believe you are a soulless killer. Ruthless, without mercy and without feeling?”
He grunted. “It’s what I am.”
“Logan, a lifetime of guilt for things you didn’t have control over is blinding you to reality.”
“What about tonight, ‘Roro? I killed without feeling.”
She poured water over his chest, running her fingers through the tight curls. She tilted her head, studying his harsh features. She was peering into his soul he realized with a jolt. Her voice was soft, ringing with truth and love when she spoke. “You go blank when you hunt. I know. But what would you want to feel, Logan? Sadness? Remorse? You have been forced to kill for goddess only knows how long, perhaps killing family and friends. But there is something proud and honorable in you, and that’s why you joined Xavier, participated in his dream. I know you were sent to kill him, but you didn’t and you’ve stayed for years. Stayed to fight because you have a soul and it is good.” She leaned closer, rubbing the tense muscles of his shoulders. “It’s foolish to want to feel while you’re doing your job, Logan. Feeling would slow you down, cause hesitation, perhaps cost lives. You’ve been programmed to kill, and it’s in your nature. But it’s in all of us to kill. In me, in Gambit, in all of us.”
“But ya don’t kill.” he said throat raw.
Ororo gave him a loving look. “No, we don’t have to live with that torment because you handle it all for us. You take the burden onto yourself. If that doesn’t show you a noble soul, then I don’t know what else to say. Except that I love you. All of you. And I see,” she leaned even closer, her forehead on his, staring into his tormented eyes, “who you really are, even if you don’t.” She kissed him.
His body was fully engulfed now, burning for her, the beast inside writhing in need, wanting to believe her, needing to posses her. She stood, unbuttoning his shirt, his glittering gaze was hot, hungry and wild. Untamed. She allowed the shirt to slide from her shoulders to the floor.
His breath left his chest in harsh pants, watching her. Wanting her. Logan stood, water sloshing onto the floor. “C’mere.” he growled, his body rock hard with need.
Ororo shook her head. “No.” She stepped away from him. “I don’t want a soulless killer. Come to me, Logan, if you believe that I see you. All of you, and love you. Come to me and share in that love…or let me go.”
He leapt from the tub, crashing into her, driving her into the wall. He held her there, his mouth on hers hot and demanding. He slammed her hands above her head, exposing her delicious breasts to his hot mouth. “Mine.” he rasped, suckling hungrily.
“Why?” she asked, breathless. “Why am I yours? Why not let me go?”
He didn’t respond, his mouth working its way to her other breast, distracting her. She clenched her teeth against the insane pleasure. “Answer me, Logan.”
He lifted his head. “I am answering ya darlin’. With every touch, with every kiss. I’m telling’ ya why, I’m showin’ ya how much I love ya.” He swung her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. He sat her on the edge of the bed, kneeling before her on the floor, parting her thighs.
Ororo cried out at the touch of his mouth to her throbbing center. She clutched his wet hair in fisted hands. He lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders and she fell back, rippling against him, broken gasps coming from her. “Please…” she moaned, not knowing what she was begging for. For him to stop? To continue? Ahhhh, Goddess…. She lifted her hips and he grunted. He stood, moving over her. “Hurry,” she rasped. “I burn for you.”
He thrust into her, crying out hoarsely as he did. There was no restraint this time, only the desire to be complete with her. To make her scream his name, to lose himself in her hot velvet, to love her.
Ororo arched under him, her nails scoring his back.
“Oh, God, ‘Ro.” He slammed into her. “Yer so tight.” Again. “So wet.” Again. Mineminemine!!! The beast roared in his head and he clamped his teeth into her jostling breast, marking her, claiming her. His. Ororo. His. Ororo. His. “’Ro!” he growled, licking her wounds. His precious ‘Ro.
She was frantic, moaning his name now, lightning flashing outside, thunder shaking the windows. He thrust harder, anchoring her hips with his hands. He watched her through hooded eyes and was undone by how sexy she was. Her kiss-swollen mouth parted, giving him a glimpse of perfect pearly teeth, and soft pink tongue. Her eyes were closed, long lashes fanning her cheeks and her demanded she open them. Ororo complied, gasping at the feral glow in his. He pinned her hands above her head once again, feasting on her mouth. His tongue was hot and wet, and she loved it. Loved him.
He could feel the ripples beginning in her body. Her head thrown back, her body arched tight as a bow. He moved faster, harder, deeper. Ororo opened her mouth, screaming his name. The windows shattered with the force of the wind battering against them, glass raining across the room, lightening dancing in the air. They didn’t stop. Both too consumed. Logan’s release was like nothing he imagined possible. White hot heat, fiery colors exploding in his mind. He shook with it, trembled and roared. Her name came out on a long howl. An actual howl.
They lay tangled and sweaty, Ororo sobbing against his shoulder, him soothing her tangled hair away from her face. “Don’t cry, baby. Please.” He kissed the tears from her lids, his tongue running along her lashes.
“Do you see?” she cried. “I love you. The real you.”
“I see, ‘Ro.” He rasped. “I love ya, baby. Fuck, I love ya.” He rocked against her, slowly, unwilling to leave the hollow of her body. “Love ya.” He kissed her.
Ororo sobbed harder, the rain coming in through the shattered windows. They didn’t care. Logan continued to rock in and out of her, not for sexual pleasure, just content to be with her, not wanting to lose this moment.
The sun was climbing the horizon when they finally closed their eyes to go to sleep, still joined in the most intimate way they could be. By their hearts.





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