X-Men Fic: 'Something I Can Never Have' (3/3) (R)
Title: Something I Can Never Have (3/3)
Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Author: deep_salt_water
Pairing/Character: Rogue/Pyro, Logan POV with one-sided Logan/Rogue
Disclaimer: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Word Count: 1500
Rating: R
Summary: Jealousy and curiosity causes Logan to follow Rogue, but he discovers more than he had planned.
Placement: AU
Spoilers/Warnings: None really. Kind of has X2 spoilers, and obviously spoilers for the previous parts of the story.
A/N: Part One | Part Two
Thanks to feeferj for feedback while this was being worked on. This very much unbetad, so all mistakes are mine. This isn’t quite as long as the previous two, but I couldn’t end it without writing this particular scene.
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Logan knew his talk with Marie should have been the end of it. He should have been able to just take her word about Pyro changing. He should have been able to just walk away and leave her to be happy.
But he couldn’t. The same part of him that had driven him to follow Rogue to the hotel wanted desperately to find fault with her marriage, to find fault with Allerdyce and prove to her he hadn’t changed, that he wasn’t worthy of her love.
It hadn’t been hard to track down which station he worked out of, the firebug had made quite a name for himself, and once Logan had ignored the doubts and feelings of guilt, he’d had no problem trailing Allerdyce to the apartment he kept.
Logan banged on the door, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited.
“Who is it?”
Allerdyce’s voice sounded laced with sleep, and Logan smiled at the fact he’d woken him up. “Your wife.”
Pyro opened the door, running a hand through his short hair. “Funny,” he started, rubbing his eyes, “I remember you being less hairy and much prettier on our wedding day.”
Logan’s smile didn’t carry to his eyes. “Being married to you for a year has taken its toll.”
Pyro raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorjamb. “So, you just going to continue with the less than convincing impression of Rogue, or is there something you want?”
Logan dropped all pretence. “Can I come in, or do you want your neighbours witnessing my tearing you to shreds?”
Pyro dropped the hand he’d been holding the door open with, gesturing for Logan to come in. “Wouldn’t want the neighbours gossiping, now would we?”
Logan stepped over the threshold, his nostrils flaring the instant he picked up faint traces of Marie. They weren’t strong enough to indicate she’d been here recently, but she’d definitely been here often. The door slammed and he turned to regard Pyro, the younger man crossing his arms over his chest. Logan looked him up and down. At least he had pants on this time.
“You done checking me out, or do you need me to do a little twirl?”
Logan growled, a scowl settling on his face. “Still got a smart mouth, I see.”
Allerdyce shrugged. “What is it that you want? I’m assuming you found out about us. So are you here to tear me a new one? Maybe warn me away from Rogue with some overly protective father bullshit?” He smirked, letting out a short laugh. “Or maybe you’ve finally realised you missed your chance, and you’ve come to threaten me into leaving Rogue so you can have her.” He narrowed his eyes, watching Logan. “I’m right aren’t I? You’re here to try and take my wife.”
Logan held his ground as Pyro came towards him, holding his gaze and straightening up to his full height. No way was the little shit about to try and intimidate him.
“Well let me tell you something, Wolvie,” Allerdyce sneered, not backing down when Logan growled, “she doesn’t want you anymore, she hasn’t for a long time. I’m all she wants and all she’ll ever need, and if you think you can come over here and growl and be all threatening, then you are very much mistaken. I’m not giving her up for you, or anybody.” Pyro stepped back. “So, why don’t you just fuck off back to the mansion and go play dress-ups with the X-Geeks.”
Logan stepped forward, grabbing Pyro by the neck and pulling him up off the ground. “You don’t ever tell me to fuck off you little bastard. I don’t need my claws to kill you.” He dropped Pyro, baring his teeth. “And don’t think you being married to Marie will save you from me.”
Allerdyce rubbed his neck, but didn’t cough or splutter. “I don’t need her to protect me from you.”
Logan raised an eyebrow, sneering. “Oh really?” He let out a short, derisive laugh. “Way I heard it, she’s got you working for humans. How does that make you feel, Pyro?”
John rolled his eyes, taking a seat on the couch. “That’s your idea of a threat? You’ve gone soft, Wolverine.” He smiled, genuinely amused at the idea. “Look man, I’ll be the first to admit it wasn’t my first choice.” The smile vanished, and he held Logan’s gaze. “But you take one look at Marie and tell me marriage, kids and the whole white picket fence dream doesn’t flash through your mind.” He stood up, walking back over to Logan. “Now you tell me why you kept going back to the mansion. I guarantee it had fuck all to do with a certain redheaded doctor, and everything to do with Marie.” He stepped closer to Logan, taunting him. “Those lips; the way she looks at you like you’re the only person in the room; those white streaks that remind you she’s strong, and she’s dangerous, and she’s precious.” He smirked. “And let’s not forget that body, or the fact that with one quirk of that eyebrow she gets you harder than you’ve ever been, and just begging her for release.”
Logan dropped his gaze, not willing to let Pyro see the truth in his eyes, but knowing he’d still admitted it all the same by breaking eye contact.
“So yes, you could say she domesticated me, but you know what?” Pyro continued looking at Logan. “I don’t fucking care. I take one look at her and I know it’s worth it.”
Logan cleared his throat. “You done with the heartbreaking speech?”
John raised an eyebrow, meeting his stare. “I don’t know Logan, you done questioning my loyalties?”
Logan wanted to wipe that fucking superior look off his face, but just when he’d convinced himself to raise his fist, Pyro’s face suddenly changed-a grin spreading across it.
“You wanna know the real kicker?” He looked at Logan, waiting for a response. When it was clear he wouldn’t get one, he went ahead anyway. “I enjoy being able to say that Marie is my wife.”
Logan felt sick to his stomach. He ran a hand through his hair, grimacing as the bile rose in his throat. He swallowed it back down, arranging his brow into his trademark scowl as he stepped forward and into Allerdyce’s personal space. “You do anything to hurt her, Matchstick, and I’ll make sure you live to regret it. Death will be too good for you.”
John nodded, giving him a mock salute. “Message received, Wolverine.” Then his face hardened, his mouth pulling back into a sneer. “You know the same goes for you if you ever lay a hand on her, right?”
They stood staring at each other for a long moment before Logan pushed past Pyro and headed to the door. When he was on the other side of it, Logan took a deep breath, leaning against the railing as he tried to gather himself.
He really didn’t know what was more disturbing-the fact that he hadn’t wiped the floor with that fucker’s face, or the fact that he had to accept that he genuinely loved Marie, and there was nothing Logan could do about it.
He needed a fucking drink.
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It takes a lot of hard alcohol for Logan to get well and truly drunk, and damned if he didn’t just consume at least two thirds of the stock in some dingy bar on the far side of town. The bar’s owner quit complaining when Logan kept pulling out his cash.
Now he stumbled in the dark as he made his way up to his room, occasionally swearing when the bottle he was clenching slipped out of his grip, the precious amber liquid spilling on the floor. Luckily his reflexes were still functioning enough that he could catch it before it crashed to the ground.
He threw open the door to his room, kicking it shut with foot as he made his way to the bed. He drained the bottle in one, long draught, tossing it aside as he went face first onto the mattress. He didn’t even bother undressing or pulling back the covers, content for the moment just to sleep on top of the bed. His eyes shut, and he let himself slip into unconsciousness. As he dreamt, he replayed recent events-only this time, they turned more in his favour. Rogue professed her love for him, and it was now the two of them who fucked their brains out in the hotel room. Her scent surrounded him as he lost himself inside her, his hands running through her silky mane, his mouth covering her naked body in kisses. Her brown eyes locked with his, exchanging silent pledges, moans coming from her swollen lips. The scream that tore from her throat as he coaxed her into orgasm was his name-not Pyro’s-and it was him she was begging to come inside her, not Pyro.
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Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Author: deep_salt_water
Pairing/Character: Rogue/Pyro, Logan POV with one-sided Logan/Rogue
Disclaimer: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Word Count: 1500
Rating: R
Summary: Jealousy and curiosity causes Logan to follow Rogue, but he discovers more than he had planned.
Placement: AU
Spoilers/Warnings: None really. Kind of has X2 spoilers, and obviously spoilers for the previous parts of the story.
A/N: Part One | Part Two
Thanks to feeferj for feedback while this was being worked on. This very much unbetad, so all mistakes are mine. This isn’t quite as long as the previous two, but I couldn’t end it without writing this particular scene.
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Logan knew his talk with Marie should have been the end of it. He should have been able to just take her word about Pyro changing. He should have been able to just walk away and leave her to be happy.
But he couldn’t. The same part of him that had driven him to follow Rogue to the hotel wanted desperately to find fault with her marriage, to find fault with Allerdyce and prove to her he hadn’t changed, that he wasn’t worthy of her love.
It hadn’t been hard to track down which station he worked out of, the firebug had made quite a name for himself, and once Logan had ignored the doubts and feelings of guilt, he’d had no problem trailing Allerdyce to the apartment he kept.
Logan banged on the door, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited.
“Who is it?”
Allerdyce’s voice sounded laced with sleep, and Logan smiled at the fact he’d woken him up. “Your wife.”
Pyro opened the door, running a hand through his short hair. “Funny,” he started, rubbing his eyes, “I remember you being less hairy and much prettier on our wedding day.”
Logan’s smile didn’t carry to his eyes. “Being married to you for a year has taken its toll.”
Pyro raised an eyebrow, leaning against the doorjamb. “So, you just going to continue with the less than convincing impression of Rogue, or is there something you want?”
Logan dropped all pretence. “Can I come in, or do you want your neighbours witnessing my tearing you to shreds?”
Pyro dropped the hand he’d been holding the door open with, gesturing for Logan to come in. “Wouldn’t want the neighbours gossiping, now would we?”
Logan stepped over the threshold, his nostrils flaring the instant he picked up faint traces of Marie. They weren’t strong enough to indicate she’d been here recently, but she’d definitely been here often. The door slammed and he turned to regard Pyro, the younger man crossing his arms over his chest. Logan looked him up and down. At least he had pants on this time.
“You done checking me out, or do you need me to do a little twirl?”
Logan growled, a scowl settling on his face. “Still got a smart mouth, I see.”
Allerdyce shrugged. “What is it that you want? I’m assuming you found out about us. So are you here to tear me a new one? Maybe warn me away from Rogue with some overly protective father bullshit?” He smirked, letting out a short laugh. “Or maybe you’ve finally realised you missed your chance, and you’ve come to threaten me into leaving Rogue so you can have her.” He narrowed his eyes, watching Logan. “I’m right aren’t I? You’re here to try and take my wife.”
Logan held his ground as Pyro came towards him, holding his gaze and straightening up to his full height. No way was the little shit about to try and intimidate him.
“Well let me tell you something, Wolvie,” Allerdyce sneered, not backing down when Logan growled, “she doesn’t want you anymore, she hasn’t for a long time. I’m all she wants and all she’ll ever need, and if you think you can come over here and growl and be all threatening, then you are very much mistaken. I’m not giving her up for you, or anybody.” Pyro stepped back. “So, why don’t you just fuck off back to the mansion and go play dress-ups with the X-Geeks.”
Logan stepped forward, grabbing Pyro by the neck and pulling him up off the ground. “You don’t ever tell me to fuck off you little bastard. I don’t need my claws to kill you.” He dropped Pyro, baring his teeth. “And don’t think you being married to Marie will save you from me.”
Allerdyce rubbed his neck, but didn’t cough or splutter. “I don’t need her to protect me from you.”
Logan raised an eyebrow, sneering. “Oh really?” He let out a short, derisive laugh. “Way I heard it, she’s got you working for humans. How does that make you feel, Pyro?”
John rolled his eyes, taking a seat on the couch. “That’s your idea of a threat? You’ve gone soft, Wolverine.” He smiled, genuinely amused at the idea. “Look man, I’ll be the first to admit it wasn’t my first choice.” The smile vanished, and he held Logan’s gaze. “But you take one look at Marie and tell me marriage, kids and the whole white picket fence dream doesn’t flash through your mind.” He stood up, walking back over to Logan. “Now you tell me why you kept going back to the mansion. I guarantee it had fuck all to do with a certain redheaded doctor, and everything to do with Marie.” He stepped closer to Logan, taunting him. “Those lips; the way she looks at you like you’re the only person in the room; those white streaks that remind you she’s strong, and she’s dangerous, and she’s precious.” He smirked. “And let’s not forget that body, or the fact that with one quirk of that eyebrow she gets you harder than you’ve ever been, and just begging her for release.”
Logan dropped his gaze, not willing to let Pyro see the truth in his eyes, but knowing he’d still admitted it all the same by breaking eye contact.
“So yes, you could say she domesticated me, but you know what?” Pyro continued looking at Logan. “I don’t fucking care. I take one look at her and I know it’s worth it.”
Logan cleared his throat. “You done with the heartbreaking speech?”
John raised an eyebrow, meeting his stare. “I don’t know Logan, you done questioning my loyalties?”
Logan wanted to wipe that fucking superior look off his face, but just when he’d convinced himself to raise his fist, Pyro’s face suddenly changed-a grin spreading across it.
“You wanna know the real kicker?” He looked at Logan, waiting for a response. When it was clear he wouldn’t get one, he went ahead anyway. “I enjoy being able to say that Marie is my wife.”
Logan felt sick to his stomach. He ran a hand through his hair, grimacing as the bile rose in his throat. He swallowed it back down, arranging his brow into his trademark scowl as he stepped forward and into Allerdyce’s personal space. “You do anything to hurt her, Matchstick, and I’ll make sure you live to regret it. Death will be too good for you.”
John nodded, giving him a mock salute. “Message received, Wolverine.” Then his face hardened, his mouth pulling back into a sneer. “You know the same goes for you if you ever lay a hand on her, right?”
They stood staring at each other for a long moment before Logan pushed past Pyro and headed to the door. When he was on the other side of it, Logan took a deep breath, leaning against the railing as he tried to gather himself.
He really didn’t know what was more disturbing-the fact that he hadn’t wiped the floor with that fucker’s face, or the fact that he had to accept that he genuinely loved Marie, and there was nothing Logan could do about it.
He needed a fucking drink.
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It takes a lot of hard alcohol for Logan to get well and truly drunk, and damned if he didn’t just consume at least two thirds of the stock in some dingy bar on the far side of town. The bar’s owner quit complaining when Logan kept pulling out his cash.
Now he stumbled in the dark as he made his way up to his room, occasionally swearing when the bottle he was clenching slipped out of his grip, the precious amber liquid spilling on the floor. Luckily his reflexes were still functioning enough that he could catch it before it crashed to the ground.
He threw open the door to his room, kicking it shut with foot as he made his way to the bed. He drained the bottle in one, long draught, tossing it aside as he went face first onto the mattress. He didn’t even bother undressing or pulling back the covers, content for the moment just to sleep on top of the bed. His eyes shut, and he let himself slip into unconsciousness. As he dreamt, he replayed recent events-only this time, they turned more in his favour. Rogue professed her love for him, and it was now the two of them who fucked their brains out in the hotel room. Her scent surrounded him as he lost himself inside her, his hands running through her silky mane, his mouth covering her naked body in kisses. Her brown eyes locked with his, exchanging silent pledges, moans coming from her swollen lips. The scream that tore from her throat as he coaxed her into orgasm was his name-not Pyro’s-and it was him she was begging to come inside her, not Pyro.
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