Fic On Hold: Alter-18 Wild Thing
Title: Wild Thing
Author: Rhion
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of the below mentioned characters. I just like playing with them, but don't we all?
Summary: Such wild things, found innocent and shy, ignorant of their place in the world that is now dead.
Feedback: Is the Sahara hot?
A/N: This bunny goes thusly; Marie finds Logan watching porn. Well that was the ORIGINAL concept that gave birth to this, and I was also re-reading Terri's Seasons and of course the bunny mutated from a bit of silliness to become this. Not that this isn't silly mind you; but it's does take place in a world that's become desolate due to the Legacy virus which isn't a funny thought at all. Nor is that a light thought, but nevertheless this bunny demands some cutesy-ness. I mean - c'mon, how isn't it funny for Marie to catch Logan staring at a TV screen innocently while graphic porn is on it?
Side Note: I will use words when describing how Logan thinks in the first part - cuz c'mon, how can you or I really get into his mental 'shoes' if it’s just images and sound? How hard do you think it is to grasp the concepts in his mind without words? So, I'm just gonna use 'em.
Date Started: August 23, 2004
Date Finished: ???
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When people started coughing up blood, only to then rapidly degenerate until they died; Rogue thought the world had ended and that she was next. When the X-Men continued to drop left and right fighting a disease they didn't know how to stop while trying to save mutant-kind and eventually humankind from the plague they'd unleashed on the world; Rogue realized she -was- next. As she waited, she helped those she could, giving them merciful deaths if they asked it, trying to ease the last days of the afflicted. Even when Victor Creed came to her door, obviously dying from -something-, maybe not Legacy, but it was killing him nonetheless, and asked her to take him so that he'd be remembered even if for only a few more days, and Rogue could not find it in herself to deny him. She took him in, and wrote all his memories down, so that if anyone ever lived through this, they'd find his life detailed - the bad -and- the good - and he'd be remembered. Death came to the doors of the X-Mansion every day, every hour, every minute almost, until there were only three of them left. Then Jean and Scott died, leaving Rogue to wait for her own demise alone.
It never came.
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Scavenging was how she passed her days. Over the past four years she had accumulated a vast amount of things, and she found she had one major weakness. Porn. Ok - so it was an odd one, then again maybe not. After all she had never been able to experience the pleasures of the flesh first hand because of her skin, so she did her best to make up for it by watching the acts portrayed on the screen of a large TV. Surround sound of course. She thought she was the only remaining human in New York state, maybe even in the world; she just didn't know. So she comforted herself with the semblance of company, by walking through the slowly decomposing cities and towns nearby, talking to the memories of people long dead, and also devouring every form of erotica that she could find.
Rogue wondered on the humor of God, she'd always believed in Him, you couldn't have had the kind of life she did and not believe. She absolutely believed in Him, and she absolutely hated the fucker. First He cursed her with untouchable skin, then begins to kill off all those around her, leaving her for almost last, then tosses her a way to survive, then He lets her find a way to touch. Alone of course, and even touchable as she was now - it didn't make up for the fact that there wasn't anyone to touch. So if ever asked; and in the four years since the complete fall of human kind she had found no one to ask her this, if she thought God was real, she had that answer prepared.
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Sighing Rogue rolled over, she'd had another video sex-fest, just like the night before that, and the one before that. There really wasn't any other way to pass the time. She had everything she needed - generators kept everything in working order. Manuals showed her how to fix anything that broke, or she could always go find a replacement. But one thing kept nagging at her other than the monotony of her current life; loneliness.
Stretching her arms over her head, she pondered if she should take a shower now, or after her daily walk. Deciding that a little ripeness from the scent of self-pleasure wasn't unpleasant enough to warrant a delay in her usual activities, she shrugged and got dressed. All things considered she'd be stinkier after the walk anyway, so why waste water? As she reveled briefly in the freedom of wearing shorts and a tank instead of the layers she used to cover herself in, she laced up her combat boots. So far she'd found them to be the sturdiest of foot gear that she'd tried, tennis shoes, sneakers, sandals - they all fell apart from heavy usage. These things were hefty and steel-toed but had lasted for two of the last four years.
As she stepped out onto the pathway leading to the garden - she sighed sadly, 'Ro had always kept them beautiful, all the blossoms and creeping vines growing in controlled chaos, but now everything was a tangled mess, though still wondrous in their wild glory - heading off towards the woods. Leaves and branches littered the small deer track that wound through the undergrowth, and Rogue wondered if she should set a controlled fire to burn off the dead stuff so that the trees wouldn't have their roots choked. She had watched PBS specials on forest fire safety, and she never forgot about the kinds of damage that could be done if there was too much kindling on the ground when a lightening storm could strike thus setting everything into an uncontrolled blaze, destroying everything in its path. Making the mental note she continued.
Before Victor had inhabited her head, she had always loved walking around the grounds, she could be among natures wild beauty without the worry of people constantly chattering at her, or responsibilities to attend to. And then Vic had come to the mansion for her mercy, and with his powers she could appreciate the true appeal of the forest. Its rich scents, so strong she could taste the sap of trees on her tongue, the acorns as they ripened, pine cones bitter bark, squirrels musky order transforming to something more pungent and almost delicious, they all made for a medley that just the flavor of could satisfy her belly's rumbling it was so thick. Soft scurry scratchings of the small animals making their way about, birds hopping from foot to foot, their wings flapping and rustling, leaves skittering along the ground, off in the distance the sound of a deer pawing at the ground likely looking for fresh tubers. Faint trickling of water over pebbles. Heading towards her usual place - the area where the small stream swelled and became a small pool, surrounded by rocks - it was a natural garden that many people had once tried to imitate but never could do it justice for its simplicity was what made it beautiful.
Stepping lightly, unconsciously tracking a raccoon’s recent path to the pool, she stilled suddenly. A new scent was on the air.
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He didn't think like a man, in words; he thought in images, sensations and scent and sound - like an animal. Every now and then a word would come to the fore front of his mind though - a name for some idea that proved that he was still more than what he had seemingly become. Like the concept of being a man. A name. Logan. It wafted through the halls of his mind like a fragrance. One tinged with painful memories. No, it was better for him to be an animal than to face those things.
Feeling the coarse ground cover tickling between his toes, he followed a new scent. A tantalizing one. One that stirred things he could vaguely remember, but they didn't bring up the dark thoughts, just warm wet ones.
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From a tree he watched it.
A word flitted through his mind. Female.
Slowly the female turned about, nose to the air, sniffing for something. Probably him.
Cocking his head to the side, he watched her as she sank to her knees, still wary of what was most likely a new scent, to scoop up a handful of water.
*****
Rogue wondered if her mind had finally snapped. The scent on the wind she had caught smelled... -human- and in all the time that she'd been out and about the grounds, and surrounding places - she had yet to come across a living person. Just bodies rotting, or petrified, like some macabre scene from a cheap horror flick. Well it smelled like a cross between human and animal - a really dirty animal. She'd found out through Sabretooth's senses and memories that most wildlife liked to stay very clean. And this... this was as far from a clean smelling anything as it could get. Humans tend to be smelly - even when clean, and that’s what made whateveritwas smell human she guessed. Maybe it was just a rabid animal. In that case she should leave, though it wasn't like she really needed to worry about it.
Dusting herself off, she quietly and unobtrusively made her way back to the mansion, deciding to put it out of mind.
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Slowly he followed the female only to stop when she entered the very large den. The sight of the den confused him. She had put her hand on something, and a large tree trunk moved out of her way, granting her entry. Then there was also the matter of the large clear things that let him see her make her way up some.... boulders? roots? He wasn't sure. But she made her way up these things, and he followed her with his eyes until she disappeared.
Creeping forward to where she had pressed at the large den entrance he fumbled at the shiny thing she had touched. Finally getting the trunk to move out of his way, he entered cautiously. Sniffing the air he only caught her scent. Tracking it to where it was the thickest and most sweet, he startled at the sound of a moan. Peeking around one of the tunnels to see a large clear thing with two other animal-not-animals like himself entwined as they grunted and moaned, sliding across each other skin on skin. Entranced he stepped forward until he was in front of the large thing. He couldn't smell them, and when he reached out to touch the apparatus, his hand encountered a smooth surface.
Eyes wide, head cocked to the side he tried to figure out what they were doing. Feeling a stirring in his groin - it was familiar and he often touched it and had long ago decided he like the way it felt when the thick white fluid splurted out of it - his eyes dropped down to look at himself then back up at the two people in front of him. Blinking slowly his mind came up with the name for what it was he was seeing. Sex. Though he didn't understand the concept, but he did know that it was something that made him hard in the place he was currently hard in.
Squatting he continued to watch, his hand idly running up and down his length, completely unaware of everything around him.
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Smoothing the bar of lavender soap up and down her pale skin, Rogue pondered. What was that scent? And if it really was a person - why hadn't they shown themselves? Resolving to hunt for the source of the smell - weather it was human or not - to see what needed to be done about it, she continued with her shower.
Squirting a quarter sized dollop of musk scented shampoo; she then rubbed it into her luxurious chocolate and silver hair, massaging her scalp sensuously. A soft moan escaped her lush pink pouty lips. It never ceased to amaze her how quickly she could become turned on by such simple stimuli. Quickly rinsing the soap from her hair she let her hands wander of their own accord.
Tugging on her nipples until they tightened and jutted into her palm, caressing them, feeling the smooth heaviness of each globe as the water cascaded down her shoulders to make her skin shimmer in the golden light spilling from the overhead light. The soft pinging splatter of the water echoed in the room along with her increasingly loud breaths. Sliding one long fingered hand to the dark tangle of curls at the apex of her aching sex, she petted herself for a moment, until her hips thrust forward for want of more stimulation. Rogue could feel her pussy starting to ooze her liquid desire and knew it was time to stop teasing herself. Parting her cleft as she leaned against the cool tile, she could see herself faintly reflected in the shiny glass door of the stall. Legs bent at the knee, body arched forward, breasts swaying with every breath and she knew she was beautiful. The men in her head murmured and growled their agreement.
Watching her other hand slide down to the glistening lips of her cunt, she speared herself with three fingers. Ridding her hand, smelling the change in her scent as she neared climax, the hand that was holding her open grasped her hooded clit firmly, rubbing it as the fingers inside her channel reached for that spot that made her see stars. Curving her middle finger up against her pubic bone she shattered.
Slumping gratefully against the support of the wall at her back she caught her breath. Reaching out with practiced ease to shut the shower off she grabbed the fluffy towel waiting to embrace her.
Now wrapped in terry cloth she decided to be a 'bad girl' and go back downstairs as is. Who was there to see her anyway? Telling the voice of her momma to shut the hell up, she stepped lightly down the wooden stairs leaving damp foot prints on them. No Xavier to admonish her for marking the old oak, no Scott to tell her that she shouldn't be running around in just a towel despite the fact that she was now touchable. The voices were only in her head, a community of friends and family that she had absorbed at one time or another, mostly before they died. They all wanted to be remembered. Maybe that was why she was still left. Shaking those thoughts from her head the pungent odor from earlier assaulted her nostrils.
Unwashed animal-human-male-arousal tickled around in her sinuses almost making her gag. Christ! What a smell! It was awful up close. But also alluring, it was so undeniably male that it almost made her mouth water. Shaking off her acquired animal instincts she crept forward, loosing her towel for sake of silence. No need to alert whoever it was to her presence.
Glancing around the corner into the den she saw him. Shaggy black-brown hair, molted brown skin - no that was dirt, crouched down and forward, face almost plastered to the large screen TV. Mentally smacking herself on the forehead for leaving it on all day, Rogue inched forward - obviously he was too preoccupied with what the couple were doing on screen to notice her. When she caught sight of his face, hair running down his cheeks and chin, hazel eyes round in almost awe, long boned hand moving up and down a thick and hard sticky looking dick, mouth parted as he watched a much smaller in appearance - compared to his prodigious size - penis penetrating the shaved pussy in close up on the screen. He was a picture of innocence - almost like he wasn't sure what was going on in front of him, despite the fact that he had obviously come several times by the amount of thick white jiz coating his hand and dripping down onto the floor, and she knew that would probably leave a dull gray stain on the Persian carpet.....
She wasn't sure what to do exactly - the guy was oblivious to her presence, then again - suddenly he sniffed the air and whirled to watch her.
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The female had crept up on him while he was unawares. Cool scent drifted from her skin and warm spicy like honey from between her thighs. Unsure of what to do - he was after all trespassing in her den.... and as he shifted his ass on the soft thing on the ground he realized he'd marked it with his own scent, she may see him as a rival for her territory. Tilting his head back, eyes locked on her soft brown ones, he slowly dropped his own, baring his jugular. He wasn't a threat. She was the alpha. Hoping she would understand his posture - he vaguely recalled that not-animals like himself communicated differently, but he couldn't remember how that was exactly, he waited.
She made a series of sounds at him, and he didn't understand. Raising his eyes slowly to look back up at her, he whined low in his throat. The female was squatting in front of him, and her mouth was moving slowly, as her hand gradually inched towards him. Flinching when her small hand made contact with the warm flesh of his shoulder, he couldn't help the pained whimper that escaped him. A flash of memory that told him that touch was painful told him to back away, to get as far from her as he could. Then the realization hit. Her hand was soft, smooth, and warm. Soothing.
Blinking as he looked into her brown eyes fully, he leaned forward on instinct, nuzzling his face into the softness of her chest.
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Ch2
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There was something wrong with this guy. He hadn’t spoken, and he acted more animal than man. Cradling his naked form against her, she waited. Rogue wasn’t sure what to do, but he was the first person she had touched in so long... As he nuzzled her skin with his face, his arms slowly sliding up to wrap around her, she startled. His hand was thickly sticky, and she remembered their shared states of undress.
Taking his hand, she rose to her feet, tugging on the sticky palm resting in hers trying to get him to rise. He did so, sluggishly with eyes downcast, still whimpering.
“It’s ok. Shhhsh. It’s all right. C’mon - no one’s going to hurt you. Let’s get you cleaned up…”
He leaned his tall frame forward as he walked - almost like he wasn’t used to standing completely upright. Getting him to follow her upstairs, she got him into the bathroom.
“Now let's take care of that stinkyness, sugar,” she purred and he calmed his whimpering while answering with a curious sounding growl.
Spinning the shower controls to a nice lukewarm - he flinched when the sound of the water rushing through the pipes screeched momentarily - Rogue tried to maneuver him into the stall. The man just wasn't going to co-operate with her though, he was squatted as far from the shower as he could get, scrunched into the corner, hands over his head.
"Hey - it's OK. See look," stepping under the misty spray of water, she waited for him.
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The female had moved into the small clear box that had rain falling in it, and was making motions to join her, but he was scared. Something stirred in his memories that told him that water was bad, unless it was to drink. Shuddering he watched her submit herself to the soft in-den rain, her hands running over her body slowly.
She did not smell like thick honey right now, so he was confused as to why she'd be running her hands over herself in such a manner, but he crept forward wanting to understand what she was trying to communicate to him.