Logan in The Red Light
by
Byte
It is the work of fan fiction and not for profit: Black Rose and Cielie are original characters, but Logan and the X-Men belong to Marvel and Fox.
I also wrote this because Logan is always the aggressor- trapping women against walls or in bed, ripping their clothes off with his claws, telling them what to do, etc. And that's fine. It fits his feral, fiery nature, but I thought just for once, someone else should be in control...)
I'm floating... naked. I can't move, but I'm floating... no, I'm tied down, but I'm... floating. It feels... someone is touching me. This isn't right... but it feeeeels soooo gooooood. Logan's body was responding to the sensations around him but he couldn't get his mind to focus on clear thoughts. The red light flashing behind his eyes didn't help, but the sounds and smells swirling around him were vaguely familiar. Street noise way below outside... inner city. Stale cigarettes, stale sex, stale sheets... cheap motels. Been here before... or places like it.
And the woman... the fingers fondling him... from where? The bar...? The raven-haired beauty at the bar. What the hell? The bar... she was there. A real looker... tight, tight, low cut short dress... knock out curves... long legs and stilletto heels... black. Black dress and black heels... same as her hair... all black against a creamy complexion. A real temptation until he looked into her dark eyes and saw they were cold as ice. Soooo cold... but now I'm hot and hard and her fingers are hot... so hot... touching me every where but where I'm hard... damn. Can't think... just feel it... I was drinking... finishing my beer and now... fondled, can't move. I'm floating in flashing, flashing, flashing red light...
Logan's eyes fluttered open to playboy perfection bathed in red neon flashing from outside.
"Finally! Took you long enough to come around." Her soft, sultry voice could melt steel... or adamantium. So hot...
He blinked, trying to focus as she got up on her knees so that he could get a look at her. Reality in the flesh was almost enough to make a grown man cry: big beautiful breasts ripe for suckling, small round bottom begging to be squeezed, and a neatly shaved little triangle pointing down to the center of her sexuality. She wore very little makeup- she didn't need to. Her lashes were naturally long and thick and her full, luscious lips were red hot.
It was her... Ice Queen. No... a black Rose. A huge tattoo of a black rose dominated her flat belly. The bloom was centered around her navel with a long stem descending down... all the way down into the curly black mound between her legs. A drop of bright red blood clung to one of the thorns. He wanted to rub his eyes but he couldn't move. His arms were stretched out and down... tied down. He could feel the ropes now around his wrists and ankles. Stretched out like an eagle and she was between his legs.
What...? Thinking or speaking... doesn't sound right.
"Let's just say I saw your sculpture and couldn't wait to get my hands on you- and this." She blew across his groin and that little puff of air sent shivers down his spine. She sat back down and continued with the slow rhythm of caressing him gently in her palms everywhere but where he was hard.
"Sculpture?" He did speak, but his voice sounded hollow and remote.
"That Seeeeee-leeeee did," she answered, stretching out the vowels of the artist's name. "Unless you've got other ones floating around- but she said you had never modeled before."
Seeee-leeeeee? Cielie? Cielie, Cielie, Cielie, where... how?"
"The "how" was easy. People owed me and it was only a matter of time before you drifted into my hang out. Paid the bartender to slip you stuff and my friends hauled you out here. Seeee-leeee went on and on about you and your woooooonderful night together! How wild and uninhibited you were, but she didn't know how to appreciate a body like this- didn't know how to give a body like this the pleasure you deserve. I do."
Oooo yes, so hot, so hard... no. No, no, no... don't want this.
She straddled his torso and settled herself on his belly. Running her hands up and down his body, she leaned down over him until their lips were just inches apart. She flicked her tongue through the cleft on his chin and licked her way up to his lower lip.
Nooo, no, focus. I don't want you. Logan clamped his mouth shut.
"Ooo, resistance." She wiggled around, spreading her warm wetness all around... so hot... while her tongue wet his mouth.
"No! Not a..." focus, "not an animal... tied up."
"Ohhh, but I hear that you are an animal. Wolverine, with an unsatiable primal lust and poor Seee-leeee couldn't keep up. I know you... noticed me at the bar," she breathed between licks on his face and mouth, "but I was sooooo disappointed... you didn't... come to me."
Seee-leeee... focus... Cielie is beautiful... you're cold.
"Tell me... you're not... enjoying this, because your body is." She sat up and moist fingers gingerly tickled the tips of his nipples before forcing their way between her legs. She cooed with delight as she touched herself.
Cielie is beautiful... but Black Rose is soo hot, flashing red... focus, focus, focus. "Hate this... damn... bondage!"
"Okaaaaay, think of it as more of a punishment thing, then, instead of domination. Doesn't that turn men on? Doesn't that turn you on? You've been a bad, bad boy for not picking me up and I have to teach you a lesson." She withdrew her fingers and coated his lips with her essence.
Oooo, so hot... bad boy, tastes so good. He snatched her fingers into his mouth. He sucked them clean, tasting her tangy need.
"Ahhh, much better." Her tantalizing tongue teased his lips. He moaned and opened his mouth to her, taking her tongue in with a lusty vengeance. Soooo hot....
Sighing with satisfaction, she drifted up to his side, draping her leg across his chest and propping her head up on one hand over his outstretched arm. The other hand turned his head to her chest, so close... so close he could practically hear her heart beating. Soo close, so rosey... his tongue snaked out. He licked it and then blew on it- watched the goose bumps shiver across her skin. She purred with pleasure as he took as much of her as he could in his mouth and saucily suckled it. He just did it... no more focus now... sooo hot, sooo good as her fingers feathered his sideburns, went down his throat to his his own nipples... softly stroking them and smoothing out his chest hair. He sucked... she stroked, so hot. Her touch was sooo hot. He just did it... natural... as he alternated between nibbling and sucking until the flesh between his lips hardened with delicious heat.
Her lips came down briefly on his before she got up on all fours and lowered the other one to his mouth. He bathed it in kisses... so hot, so hard, so natural. He tried moving his arms again and fussed in frustration like a baby. "I wanna touch..."
"Ooooh, we're going to take care of that right now." She turned around and lay down on top of him like a baby... no, no it's called... 69. So hot... she rested her cheek on his belly and titled her pelvis up to his face. It overwhelmed him with the intoxicating scent of her need from the swollen, satiny skin between her legs. So wet and ready... so hot, flashing red hot... pink, satiny rosey skin flashing red hot. He was loosing focus and wanted desperately to be inside her.
He knew what to do... done it so many times... stoke the feral fire, no focus... want this... so goood. He tongued her expertly until she cried out with her first orgasm. Sooooo hot... knew exactly what to do until she finally grabbed him and squeezed hard. Damn... somewhere in the back of his mind was a feeling of wrongness. He shouldn't be tied down, he shouldn't be like this... shouldn't be here, but Logan whimpered wantonly as she sucked his hardness in her mouth.
Black Rose was just as skilled at tongue tricks as he was, only her hands were free to caress him. The ropes held fast against his strength and he howled at being denied. She responded by lifting her hips high enough to get her hand between her legs as though she knew what he wanted. He watched and groaned as her fingers did what he could not... touch it, explore it, penetrate her own satiny soft rose flashing red hot. So wet and ready...
She got up on all fours and slinked down the bed like a cat, a red hot cat until she had the object of her desire between her legs begging to be inside her. Abruptly, she lowered herself on him, plunging him all the way in. They both cried out the sudden penetration. Logan shuddered in sexual satisfaction as she started a perfect rocking rhythm as fast and as hard as he liked it. As she went over the edge of ecstasy, she leaned forward on to her arms and stopped all movement. She let the contractions of her orgasm stimulate him while she savored the delicious sensations shooting through her.
He stared at the flashing red light on the perfectly beautiful bottom taking him in, working them both up into that red hot fire... scorching his heightened senses. So hot. He wanted to squeeze... to bite that firm flesh dancing before him... to force his fingers into that tight cleavage... oh God... as wave after wave of primal pleasure pushed him to a red hot raging release.
Shaking, shuddering on the bed... not floating. Right here, down on the bed as Black Rose straightened up and turned around on his torso to face him. "Wasn't that fun? Oooo you've been bleeding, but it looks like you're all better all ready."
Blood had pooled under his wrists from fighting against the ropes. He felt the red hot stickiness... felt the pain in sharp relief against the pure pleasure he had just experienced... suddenly his eyes focused on her.
"What the hell? Where am I?"
"Oooo, you look like you could use a drink. I know I could."
She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels- and something else. She took a shot right out of the bottle before holding it over his mouth. Before he could react, it slipped between his lips with something else. He swallowed several shots before his mind registered the foreign taste, but it was too late. He felt himself relaxing... letting go... floating again and wanting to ravish that flashing, flashing, flashing red beautiful body... but, oh yeah... can't move. Never could... but I don't give a damn. So hot... so hard...
"Oooo, look," she twisted around and patted his hardness, "you're ready to go again, because..." she touched herself again and brought her wet fingers to his lips. He sucked them hard, craving her essence. "...I want more."
She got up on her knees and widened her stance over him as her hands slid all over her swollen body... swollen from heat and hunger. Swollen, pouting red lips to kiss, to lick... swollen rosey points rising and falling with each hot breath to suck... to suck hard. Can't move... hate this. Hate being tied down. And spreading herself open before him... swollen, satiny folds of skin... glistening, ready to take him in to that flashing red warm wetness.
She floated above him, teasing his flashing red hardness by coming so close but not taking him in. Just floating there above him until she finally grabs him... squeezes him... guides him in slowly, slowly... in and out... flashing red. In and out... harder, faster... oh God and everything flashing, flashing red hot. So hot...
He just floated away on orgasmic overload until she finally collapsed down on top of him. She languidly stretched out her full length. A cat again, on top of him and he can feel it all... every part of soft red hot skin on him. No, a rose... a red hot, satiny, black rose... All he remembered... all he could focus on was how good it felt to be inside her... so hot. Just like he knew it would be...
He heard the rustling of clothes as she shimmed back into that tight dress and strapped her stilettos back on. He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't... nothing but the flashing red again and he wished it would stop. But he didn't want her to stop, even though something in the back of his mind told him it was all wrong- even for him... Wolverine equals animalistic lust.
She paused by the bed and sighed. He heard a soft kiss and felt a moist finger light on his forehead like a butterfly... a black rose butterfly. She traced down his profile, lingering on the lips, before continuing down his chin and throat. Her touch floated on him, sooo hot... through the center of his chest, following the trail of hair to his belly. She lightly circled his belly button, then resumed the centerline down his abdomen to his hardness. So hot, so hard... yes, do it again. He wanted her again, but he couldn't move. She went down the length of him and stopped at the very tip of his hardness already weeping for her again. She held her finger there for awhile as though she was waiting for something. What? Focus... so hot, so hard... waiting for what? Do it again... so hot.
"Call me when you want me. For you, anything..." With a final sigh, she turned and left, leaving him floating alone, so hot, so hard in the flashing red light... whimpering like a baby for her.
***
His head felt like he had been shot, right down the middle to his aching body. Logan sprang up with a growl, taking in his surroundings with revolting clarity until he got use to being vertical again. The severed ropes that had bound him to the bed hung on the posts. The dark shabby room- with the red neon sign flashing outside the window- reeked of sex, his and hers. He could still smell her, taste her essence and the aftertaste of that stuff. His claws popped out in quite rage. It hadn't been some twisted dream.
Adrenaline flooded through him as he silently shredded the ratty mattress, the pillows, the headboard, and the frame without attracting unwanted attention. Apparently, people around here were use to screams of ecstasy or entrapment, but destroying property probably would bring the owner down on him. Assuming that the room was in her name- let her pay for the damages. He moved on to the two cheap chairs, clawed at the stained wallpaper on all the walls and finished with the drab drapes.
He leaned against the window to catch his breath and gazed down at the street. It was still night, but there was no point in going after her now. She was long gone in the crowd below and he barely remembered what she looked like. He was on the top floor of some hotel in the heart of the Red Light District. Neon flashed everywhere advertising X-rated goodies galore.
He focused on his own flashing red reflection and cut three neat diagonal slashes across it without breaking the glass. It didn't pay for the damage to his soul and he didn't know what to feel now. Violated? Ashamed? Angry? Disgust and worry finally won out. Disgust that he had been taken so easily and used so easily. The wanting it and hating it- hating the wanting. Wanting her and hating her- what the hell kind of a drug was that? And then worry for Cielie.
What the hell was she doing with someone like that?! What would Cielie being doing with a whore like that, that had reduced him to absolute helplessness, begging for more. He would call her tomorrow and find out.
It dawned on him that he hadn't talked to Cielie since that night... but she didn't know how to appreciate a body like this- didn't know how to give a body like this the pleasure you deserve. The hell she didn't. Cielie was more of a woman then you'll ever be. Suddenly, he missed that heart-warming smile and the lavender rose decorating her scarred, flabby flesh.
How bizarre... two different roses on two different bodies. One couldn't believe anyone would ever want her, and the other one with the perfect figure had to resort to drugs to get it. One radiated beauty from within and created it for the rest of the world to see. The other lived in the selfish, dark desires of neon and stale sex. He cut another diagonal slash the other way. He almost felt sorry for her. Almost. With one finger, he tapped the center of the X and walked away as the glass silently shattered, refracting the flashing red light into a million pieces.
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