Requests Answered - Round 2
Title: Untitled II
Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Author: deep_salt_water
Pairing/Character: Rogue/Logan, Rogue/Pyro and Cyclops
Word Count: 762 (So not a drabble, I know.); 272
Disclaimer: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Rating: PG-13; R
Summary: Drabble requests fulfilled.
Placement: First drabble is post X3; second is somewhere closer to X2, but could be AU I guess.
Spoilers/Warnings: X3.
A/N: Will be added to as each request gets fulfilled, hence the lack of summaries. Requests answered are for kathrynthegr8 and selene2
Requests Round 1
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Angry!Rogue searching out a drinking and Angry!Wolverine. (Not sure I got in Angry!Wolverine... oops.)
Rogue-Marie-stumbled through the grounds, her brow furrowed as unfocused brown eyes searched the darkness. She needed to find him, have a few choice words with her ‘protector’. Even in her mind the word was hissed, coated in venom. Some great protector the Wolverine was turning out to be. Always hiding, always drinking, always brooding.
It had happened weeks ago, and still he wasn’t able to bring himself back to reality. To her.
No, he was still all angsty over that red head. She couldn’t even bring herself to think her name. All that death and destruction. She found it hard to remember Jean with any fondness.
She saw a figure crouched against a tree trunk, the surrounding trees bearing the marks of the Wolverine’s claws. She wasn’t sure he was Logan right now, so she wasn’t about to call him that.
“Hey!” she called out. The feral man’s head snapped up, glaring at her. She ignored the non-verbal warning and walk right up to him before raising a leg and shoving him with her booted foot to try and get him off balance. Didn’t work though, just made her fall on her own ass. “You’re such a fuckin’ bastard, Wolvie.”
There was a growl, and then she found herself right in his face. He’d grabbed her arm and yanked her to him. “You’re drunk, kid.”
She snorted, rolling her eyes. “Thanks for statin’ the obvious. And I ain’t a kid anymore.” She pushed at him with her free hand, skin touching skin. She didn’t have to be afraid anymore, she could touch without consequences. “And so are you,” she spat back. “You’ve been drunk for weeks, at least I only got drunk tonight.”
He growled again, letting her go to fall back on her ass again. “I don’t stay drunk for very long. You should know that.”
She waved a hand, and got to her knees before shuffling forward. Apparently she wasn’t done trying to push him. “So does it help take the pain away? Does it help you forget?”
“No.” He set down the bottle, grabbing her wrists. “Why are you drunk?”
“Because my big bad protector wasn’t around to save me from heartbreak.”
Logan stared at her, before his nostrils flared as he took in her scent. He could smell the anger, the grief, and the alcohol. Then there were all those things that were pure Rogue. Pure Marie. Pure temptation. “What’d he do to you?”
She tilted her head at the anger in his tone, but then she shrugged it off and glared at him. “Nothin’ I shouldn’t have seen comin’. I take the Cure and he still wants someone else.”
If Logan could ever drag his sorry ass back in the mansion, he would have more than a few words with Drake. She didn’t deserve that kind of treatment. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
A short burst of bitter laughter escaped her lips. “Yeah, well. Whatever. I’m fuckin’ over it. And him. Just coulda used you around. Maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so much at first. Kept waitin’ for you to show up and comfort me, but you didn’t. So… I took comfort elsewhere. A bottle, just like you do.”
Logan’s frown was back, and he turned his head to regard the whiskey beside him. “It ain’t comfort, kid.”
“I ain’t a kid, Logan. Haven’t been for a while. And it ain’t like I can get any other kind of comfort. I can touch and still no one wants to be near.”
He changed his grip, pulling the slender brunette close until she sat between his legs. He wrapped strong arms around her, ignoring the way she struggled in his hold. Eventually she’d calm down. She was still angry, and he couldn’t blame her. He’d failed her. But seeing as how she’d sought him out anyway, he’d try and make it better. At least Marie was still alive. He needed to stop thinking about a woman he could no longer help. Only he had helped her. He’d driven his claws straight through her, just to help her. He didn’t want Marie to ever need that kind of help from him.
She eventually stopped resisting, curling into him as she let his warm body surround her. She couldn’t deny it was better than drinking from a bottle of whiskey. Definitely did better things to her insides. “Just so we’re clear… I’m still mad at you.”
He let out a deep chuckle, the sound foreign to his ears. It had been a long time since he’d laughed. “I know, darlin’.”
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Rogue/Pyro in the DR with Pervert!Scott
A burnt out shell of what used to be a warehouse surrounding them, areas of the place still alight with flame. It would never hurt them, though. Never get out of control unless he wanted it to.
Rogue moaned, arching her back as Pyro grabbed her leather-clad thigh, pulling it higher up his side, angling his hips so he could hit just the right spot and then-
She cried out, clutching at his shoulders as she bucked and shuddered beneath him. He smirked before his own release came, his muscles going taut and her name escaping him in a groan.
Up in the control room their leader stood watching, ruby quartz glasses hiding his eyes. He should have left a long time ago, knowing that anything between these particular students of his was either going to end with a fight, or them fucking. Everyone knew it except Rogue’s boyfriend. Scott Summers, however, had elected to stay. The pretense had originally been in case it ended in a fight, he wanted to be there to break them apart. But as he panted, the tension leaving his body, reality came back to him and he had to acknowledge the fact that he had just watched Rogue and Pyro fuck each other, and gotten off on it.
Cyclops did his pants back up, clearing his throat as he glanced back down into the Danger Room. The two were now sharing a post-coital moment, but any second now he knew they’d probably disengage themselves and leave, and he didn’t want to be seen anywhere near this place. He wouldn’t be able to look them in the eye, even with the glasses on.
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Fandom: X-Men (Movie)
Author: deep_salt_water
Pairing/Character: Rogue/Logan, Rogue/Pyro and Cyclops
Word Count: 762 (So not a drabble, I know.); 272
Disclaimer: The X-Men aren’t mine; they belong to Marvel and 20th Century Fox.
Rating: PG-13; R
Summary: Drabble requests fulfilled.
Placement: First drabble is post X3; second is somewhere closer to X2, but could be AU I guess.
Spoilers/Warnings: X3.
A/N: Will be added to as each request gets fulfilled, hence the lack of summaries. Requests answered are for kathrynthegr8 and selene2
Requests Round 1
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Angry!Rogue searching out a drinking and Angry!Wolverine. (Not sure I got in Angry!Wolverine... oops.)
Rogue-Marie-stumbled through the grounds, her brow furrowed as unfocused brown eyes searched the darkness. She needed to find him, have a few choice words with her ‘protector’. Even in her mind the word was hissed, coated in venom. Some great protector the Wolverine was turning out to be. Always hiding, always drinking, always brooding.
It had happened weeks ago, and still he wasn’t able to bring himself back to reality. To her.
No, he was still all angsty over that red head. She couldn’t even bring herself to think her name. All that death and destruction. She found it hard to remember Jean with any fondness.
She saw a figure crouched against a tree trunk, the surrounding trees bearing the marks of the Wolverine’s claws. She wasn’t sure he was Logan right now, so she wasn’t about to call him that.
“Hey!” she called out. The feral man’s head snapped up, glaring at her. She ignored the non-verbal warning and walk right up to him before raising a leg and shoving him with her booted foot to try and get him off balance. Didn’t work though, just made her fall on her own ass. “You’re such a fuckin’ bastard, Wolvie.”
There was a growl, and then she found herself right in his face. He’d grabbed her arm and yanked her to him. “You’re drunk, kid.”
She snorted, rolling her eyes. “Thanks for statin’ the obvious. And I ain’t a kid anymore.” She pushed at him with her free hand, skin touching skin. She didn’t have to be afraid anymore, she could touch without consequences. “And so are you,” she spat back. “You’ve been drunk for weeks, at least I only got drunk tonight.”
He growled again, letting her go to fall back on her ass again. “I don’t stay drunk for very long. You should know that.”
She waved a hand, and got to her knees before shuffling forward. Apparently she wasn’t done trying to push him. “So does it help take the pain away? Does it help you forget?”
“No.” He set down the bottle, grabbing her wrists. “Why are you drunk?”
“Because my big bad protector wasn’t around to save me from heartbreak.”
Logan stared at her, before his nostrils flared as he took in her scent. He could smell the anger, the grief, and the alcohol. Then there were all those things that were pure Rogue. Pure Marie. Pure temptation. “What’d he do to you?”
She tilted her head at the anger in his tone, but then she shrugged it off and glared at him. “Nothin’ I shouldn’t have seen comin’. I take the Cure and he still wants someone else.”
If Logan could ever drag his sorry ass back in the mansion, he would have more than a few words with Drake. She didn’t deserve that kind of treatment. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
A short burst of bitter laughter escaped her lips. “Yeah, well. Whatever. I’m fuckin’ over it. And him. Just coulda used you around. Maybe it wouldn’t have hurt so much at first. Kept waitin’ for you to show up and comfort me, but you didn’t. So… I took comfort elsewhere. A bottle, just like you do.”
Logan’s frown was back, and he turned his head to regard the whiskey beside him. “It ain’t comfort, kid.”
“I ain’t a kid, Logan. Haven’t been for a while. And it ain’t like I can get any other kind of comfort. I can touch and still no one wants to be near.”
He changed his grip, pulling the slender brunette close until she sat between his legs. He wrapped strong arms around her, ignoring the way she struggled in his hold. Eventually she’d calm down. She was still angry, and he couldn’t blame her. He’d failed her. But seeing as how she’d sought him out anyway, he’d try and make it better. At least Marie was still alive. He needed to stop thinking about a woman he could no longer help. Only he had helped her. He’d driven his claws straight through her, just to help her. He didn’t want Marie to ever need that kind of help from him.
She eventually stopped resisting, curling into him as she let his warm body surround her. She couldn’t deny it was better than drinking from a bottle of whiskey. Definitely did better things to her insides. “Just so we’re clear… I’m still mad at you.”
He let out a deep chuckle, the sound foreign to his ears. It had been a long time since he’d laughed. “I know, darlin’.”
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Rogue/Pyro in the DR with Pervert!Scott
A burnt out shell of what used to be a warehouse surrounding them, areas of the place still alight with flame. It would never hurt them, though. Never get out of control unless he wanted it to.
Rogue moaned, arching her back as Pyro grabbed her leather-clad thigh, pulling it higher up his side, angling his hips so he could hit just the right spot and then-
She cried out, clutching at his shoulders as she bucked and shuddered beneath him. He smirked before his own release came, his muscles going taut and her name escaping him in a groan.
Up in the control room their leader stood watching, ruby quartz glasses hiding his eyes. He should have left a long time ago, knowing that anything between these particular students of his was either going to end with a fight, or them fucking. Everyone knew it except Rogue’s boyfriend. Scott Summers, however, had elected to stay. The pretense had originally been in case it ended in a fight, he wanted to be there to break them apart. But as he panted, the tension leaving his body, reality came back to him and he had to acknowledge the fact that he had just watched Rogue and Pyro fuck each other, and gotten off on it.
Cyclops did his pants back up, clearing his throat as he glanced back down into the Danger Room. The two were now sharing a post-coital moment, but any second now he knew they’d probably disengage themselves and leave, and he didn’t want to be seen anywhere near this place. He wouldn’t be able to look them in the eye, even with the glasses on.
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