Hot Rods & Spitfire: Chapter Four - Bound to Lose
Title: Hot Rods and Spitfire
Chapter: 4 - Bound to Lose
Author: WitchAnteia
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, NO INFRINGEMENT INTENDED.
Rating: R. Eventually NC-17. Hhhmm… Wait a minute, is there a rating beyond NC-17? Also, if you have a problem with torture or violence or prison, this is not the fic for you!
Spoiler alert: All three X-Men movies + some parts of the The X-Men’s Ultimate Universe comics.
Genre: Shipper, Angst, + Smut-ious Glorious
Special Thanx 2: Phil for the inspiration! ;D
CHAPTER FOUR - BOUND TO LOSE
Nearly a dozen children, alerted by the sound of the blast, hovered around a closet entrance in the mansion’s hallway. None of them said a word, but some covered their open mouths. Buried within the closet’s back wall, covered in rubble and cement was Logan’s body. His shirt had been blown completely off and now he was down to only a belt, a pair of tattered jeans and his boots. But the children were more surprised at the flesh mending itself at an astonishing rate right before their very eyes. The Wolverine’s metallic, inner skeleton shined as the tissue surrounding it pulled in to repair itself.
“Oh Jesus!” Storm screamed tearing down the hall towards Logan. The children, pulled out of their awe, shot apart suddenly to let their teacher through. Pete was close behind her. Together the two grabbed Logan by either arm and eased him to the floor. Storm leaned over him.
“Logan!” She shouted a foot from his face. His eyes fluttered open and instantly focused in on his surroundings. He struggled into a sitting position. Storm tried again, this time more relieved.
“Logan! Are you…”
“Rogue… Took Rogue…” Logan interrupted gurgling through the blood caught in his throat. Storm was at a loss for words and Colossus searched around anxiously for imaginary enemies while the rest of the kids had made their way, at least mentally, back to their rooms at the mention of Rogue’s name. Logan wasn’t the first person to be blown up on her account. Their thoughts went to the Iceman and Pyro. Logan began to stand up. He wavered a bit still hunched over.
“Goin after ‘em before I lose the scent…” He sputtered, hobbling towards the back door.
“Wolverine, no!” Storm shouted at his backside. “You’re in no condition to hunt anything! That guy blew your insides out!”
“Wuz Pyro.”
“What?” Storm asked.
Logan slowed a step and turned his head to reply. “The guy was Pyro.” The remaining children all gasped in unison and even Pete looked stunned.
“And don’t worry about my gut, Storm…” He turned, looking out at the setting sun, “It’ll grow back.”
Storm ran after him, tossing him her X-Comm when she caught up alongside. “At least take my phone. I’ll give Hank a call; see if he can’t dig up the Brotherhood’s location through the C.I.A. And here…” She gave him the spare key to Scott’s old bike. “I think you’ll remember where you left it.” She said. Logan grunted his thanks and walked towards the garage. His body had been torn apart, Marie had been taken, and their first real moment of honesty together was now literally blown away. As his rage grew, he could feel himself letting the Wolverine take over. It seemed that when the flesh went so too went all self-restraint as well as the safety on Weapon X.
“You want me to…”
“Go back Storm,” Wolverine broke into a run, “I’ll take it from here.”
”'Cause you don’t want to see what comes next.”
***
Marie awoke on a dirty gravel floor. She breathed in trying to give her body a jumpstart. Instead, a cloud of dust shot up in her face and got into her lungs. Marie coughed and sputtered her way into rolling on her side. She tried to roll on her back, but realized her arms and legs were drawn up behind and underneath her. She tried moving her limbs forward, but to no avail. Something was keeping them in place, hindering her progress. Marie rolled her shoulder back and strained her neck to look behind at what was stopping her. She recognized the handcuffs and attaching chain.
”Fucking Manacles!” Marie huffed in frustration swinging her head back around. She laid as still as she could trying to put as little pressure on her joints as possible. She surveyed the area. There was light, but only from a window on the far wall. From her position on the ground she could see only sky.
“Ugh, like that’s gonna help!” She muttered under her breath. ”I Can’t even sit up high enough to look out of it!” Marie tried to look around again. There was nothing else besides a metal tub, a door, and a mattress in the corner. Otherwise the room looked like the inside of a small cave. Marie eyed the door knob wishing she had Jean’s telekinesis so she could get herself out of this mess. She thought of the woman’s second death and grimaced. She’d heard about what happened from Bobby. Wolverine had to kill her to get her to finally stop. She wheezed in a breath of panic…
”Logan!” Marie’s drowsy thoughts instantly cleared. She remembered the last time she saw him, a pit of fire grilling his insides. She tried to catch her breath but she could feel the start of a monster headache creeping up the back of her skull. She screwed her eyes shut tight trying to block out the pain. An image of John, fire in hand, passed before her eyes and she remembered everything up until the point when someone took something heavy to the back of her head. That’s when everything went dark.
Rogue was beginning to hyperventilate her way into blacking out once more when the door opened. Pyro stepped in and Rogue strained her neck to try and look at him straight.
John’s hair had been dyed blonde and grown out; he wore a cargo jacket and grey pants. What struck Marie the most though was just how much older he looked. He’d only been gone a year but already John’s frame had been carved into a thinner, more wiry shape and the lines and dark circles under his eyes bellied the stressful growing pains.
“Rogue…” John started though he had to admit her name still didn’t seem right to him. He started to think of the questions he asked himself as a young man. ”She still doesn’t look like a Rogue.” He took in her appearance. Her body was trapped by its own joints in the cuffs and she was laying on the ground. When she struggled to look up he felt a wave of pity nearly suffocate him.
“John, what is going on?! Where the hell am I?! What the FUC… Ow!” Marie’s head felt like someone was taking a hammer to it. She screwed her eyes shut again. Pyro was at her side in an instant. He pulled her head back, fingers lacing through her hair. He lit a ball of fire in his other hand mere inches away from her face. Rogue’s eyes flew open.
“Don’t make me regret doing this.” Pyro bit out before extinguishing the flame and letting go of her hair.
“Do what?” She asked, now completely confused. John reached into his pockets and took out a couple of red gel tabs and a bottle of water. He quickly put them to her mouth not waiting to see whether or not she took them. He unscrewed the water bottle and let her take a drink just as quickly. Marie choked a bit, but swallowed them down gratefully. The throbbing in her head was so intense she would have taken just about anything to end it.
“John enough of this!” Marie shouted. “What did you just give me? What the hell is going on? What the hell am I doing here?!” She asked nearly bursting at the seams from how tense she felt. Pyro looked her over debating how honest to be.
“Oh please, Rogue,” he noticed her name still sounded strange on his lips. "All I gave you was some aspirin and some water. Don’t get your panties all twisted over it.” He chewed over the last line, which seemed to surprise even him. ”Why am I baiting her?” He questioned himself.
“If my panties are twisted it’s because you twisted them with these fucking cuffs you blazin’ buffalo!”
John snorted trying not to laugh out loud and Marie realized how easily she had risen to John’s challenge. For a second it felt almost like old times.
Marie’s beautifully arched brows furrowed into an angry ‘v’ looking up at John. With her hands behind her back and her body straining to look up though, her chest and pelvis where thrust out provocatively. John couldn’t help his eyes trail down her shape in appreciation. She was wearing a clingy, v-neck top and tight, low-rider pants. Marie sucked in a breath under the scrutiny of John’s fiery gaze. He straightened up immediately, slightly disturbed by his reaction to her.
“What's going on is that we’ve abducted you from your friends at the mansion.” Marie noted how he nearly spat the word ‘friends’ out as if it tasted bad. She thought of Logan. They had been in a fairly intimate position the last time they were together. ”Was it really intimate?” Marie asked herself before focusing again on John. ”How long was he standing there, watching us?”
“I’m gonna just adjust these cuffs, so you can be more comfortable while we talk.” He made his way behind her and fingered a thick ring of keys, looking for the right one. If he was totally honest with himself though he would have known that it was really he who was uncomfortable from the sudden tightness in his pants.
“What did you do to Logan?” Marie asked him, not bothering to try and turn around to look him in the eye. Pyro hesitated a moment at the sound of the Wolverine’s real name, but soon started again with a dismissive laugh.
“Just a little napalm bomb, Rogue. Don’t be too upset on his account. I’m sure he’s up and running again by now.” He unsnapped the cuffs on her hands and made his way to her front.
“You know with that metal chassis of his, he’s like a tank. He can take any hit.” He undid the cuffs around her ankles.
“But you on the other hand…” His brow shot up, “with no convenient Adamantium skeleton, and now with no powers to speak of…” He trailed off looking up at her with a very self-assured smile. Rogue thought of Logan’s burning body roasting inside out, the smell of it nearly choking her and the knowledge that he had felt every single part of it.
When they come out… Does it hurt?
Everytime…
Rogue met Pyro’s eyes with a fire all her own.
“Oh please,” she spat. John was about to re-cuff her hands in front of her. “I don’t even need hands to take you out!” John’s eyes darted up at her in surprise right before Rogue nailed him with a head-butt. He fell to the ground, hands flying up to clutch his head. Rogue stood up rubbing her wrists where the handcuffs had been. She noticed John’s forehead was bleeding.
“That was for Logan!” She shouted before turning on her heel and ambling for the door.
“Wait!” John yelled after her. Marie paused to look back. She didn’t really know why she stopped though and if someone had asked, she wouldn’t have been able to answer. John was laughing despite the blood that clouded his eyes and its bitter taste falling on his tongue. Marie’s brow furrowed in confusion as well as pain.
“Where you gonna go, Rogue?” He asked getting to his feet, “you don’t even know where you are!” She turned again to leave, but was stopped by another mutant’s sudden appearance. Marie gasped in horror and her hand shot up to cover her open mouth. In front of Rogue stood Mystique, half blue scales with red hair, half human with jet black hair. One completely yellow eye and one normal blue pinned Rogue to the spot. Mystique was wearing baggy clothes and stood in obvious discomfort at the fabric’s oppressive limitations.
Pyro came up behind Rogue and pulled her down to her knees. His hand laced again through her hair and pulled her head back to force her to look up. Another hand hovered threateningly above her face. Marie finally caught sight of the mechanism triggering the spark in his hand. It seemed to be attached to his arms in a similar fashion to the adamantium grafted onto Logan's skeleton, only this was external. ”Offensive weapons are always in-hand for easy access.” She recalled one of the Wolverine's memories.
“So now you see...” Marie tore her horrified eyes away from his hand and looked up, “the only thing you’re running from is yourself.” John's blood was smeared all the way down his beautiful face, but Marie couldn’t help but look up into his deep blue eyes with remembered emotion.
Pyro let out a breath and started cuffing her again. “We need you,” he said simply.
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Chapter: 4 - Bound to Lose
Author: WitchAnteia
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS, NO INFRINGEMENT INTENDED.
Rating: R. Eventually NC-17. Hhhmm… Wait a minute, is there a rating beyond NC-17? Also, if you have a problem with torture or violence or prison, this is not the fic for you!
Spoiler alert: All three X-Men movies + some parts of the The X-Men’s Ultimate Universe comics.
Genre: Shipper, Angst, + Smut-ious Glorious
Special Thanx 2: Phil for the inspiration! ;D
CHAPTER FOUR - BOUND TO LOSE
Nearly a dozen children, alerted by the sound of the blast, hovered around a closet entrance in the mansion’s hallway. None of them said a word, but some covered their open mouths. Buried within the closet’s back wall, covered in rubble and cement was Logan’s body. His shirt had been blown completely off and now he was down to only a belt, a pair of tattered jeans and his boots. But the children were more surprised at the flesh mending itself at an astonishing rate right before their very eyes. The Wolverine’s metallic, inner skeleton shined as the tissue surrounding it pulled in to repair itself.
“Oh Jesus!” Storm screamed tearing down the hall towards Logan. The children, pulled out of their awe, shot apart suddenly to let their teacher through. Pete was close behind her. Together the two grabbed Logan by either arm and eased him to the floor. Storm leaned over him.
“Logan!” She shouted a foot from his face. His eyes fluttered open and instantly focused in on his surroundings. He struggled into a sitting position. Storm tried again, this time more relieved.
“Logan! Are you…”
“Rogue… Took Rogue…” Logan interrupted gurgling through the blood caught in his throat. Storm was at a loss for words and Colossus searched around anxiously for imaginary enemies while the rest of the kids had made their way, at least mentally, back to their rooms at the mention of Rogue’s name. Logan wasn’t the first person to be blown up on her account. Their thoughts went to the Iceman and Pyro. Logan began to stand up. He wavered a bit still hunched over.
“Goin after ‘em before I lose the scent…” He sputtered, hobbling towards the back door.
“Wolverine, no!” Storm shouted at his backside. “You’re in no condition to hunt anything! That guy blew your insides out!”
“Wuz Pyro.”
“What?” Storm asked.
Logan slowed a step and turned his head to reply. “The guy was Pyro.” The remaining children all gasped in unison and even Pete looked stunned.
“And don’t worry about my gut, Storm…” He turned, looking out at the setting sun, “It’ll grow back.”
Storm ran after him, tossing him her X-Comm when she caught up alongside. “At least take my phone. I’ll give Hank a call; see if he can’t dig up the Brotherhood’s location through the C.I.A. And here…” She gave him the spare key to Scott’s old bike. “I think you’ll remember where you left it.” She said. Logan grunted his thanks and walked towards the garage. His body had been torn apart, Marie had been taken, and their first real moment of honesty together was now literally blown away. As his rage grew, he could feel himself letting the Wolverine take over. It seemed that when the flesh went so too went all self-restraint as well as the safety on Weapon X.
“You want me to…”
“Go back Storm,” Wolverine broke into a run, “I’ll take it from here.”
”'Cause you don’t want to see what comes next.”
***
Marie awoke on a dirty gravel floor. She breathed in trying to give her body a jumpstart. Instead, a cloud of dust shot up in her face and got into her lungs. Marie coughed and sputtered her way into rolling on her side. She tried to roll on her back, but realized her arms and legs were drawn up behind and underneath her. She tried moving her limbs forward, but to no avail. Something was keeping them in place, hindering her progress. Marie rolled her shoulder back and strained her neck to look behind at what was stopping her. She recognized the handcuffs and attaching chain.
”Fucking Manacles!” Marie huffed in frustration swinging her head back around. She laid as still as she could trying to put as little pressure on her joints as possible. She surveyed the area. There was light, but only from a window on the far wall. From her position on the ground she could see only sky.
“Ugh, like that’s gonna help!” She muttered under her breath. ”I Can’t even sit up high enough to look out of it!” Marie tried to look around again. There was nothing else besides a metal tub, a door, and a mattress in the corner. Otherwise the room looked like the inside of a small cave. Marie eyed the door knob wishing she had Jean’s telekinesis so she could get herself out of this mess. She thought of the woman’s second death and grimaced. She’d heard about what happened from Bobby. Wolverine had to kill her to get her to finally stop. She wheezed in a breath of panic…
”Logan!” Marie’s drowsy thoughts instantly cleared. She remembered the last time she saw him, a pit of fire grilling his insides. She tried to catch her breath but she could feel the start of a monster headache creeping up the back of her skull. She screwed her eyes shut tight trying to block out the pain. An image of John, fire in hand, passed before her eyes and she remembered everything up until the point when someone took something heavy to the back of her head. That’s when everything went dark.
Rogue was beginning to hyperventilate her way into blacking out once more when the door opened. Pyro stepped in and Rogue strained her neck to try and look at him straight.
John’s hair had been dyed blonde and grown out; he wore a cargo jacket and grey pants. What struck Marie the most though was just how much older he looked. He’d only been gone a year but already John’s frame had been carved into a thinner, more wiry shape and the lines and dark circles under his eyes bellied the stressful growing pains.
“Rogue…” John started though he had to admit her name still didn’t seem right to him. He started to think of the questions he asked himself as a young man. ”She still doesn’t look like a Rogue.” He took in her appearance. Her body was trapped by its own joints in the cuffs and she was laying on the ground. When she struggled to look up he felt a wave of pity nearly suffocate him.
“John, what is going on?! Where the hell am I?! What the FUC… Ow!” Marie’s head felt like someone was taking a hammer to it. She screwed her eyes shut again. Pyro was at her side in an instant. He pulled her head back, fingers lacing through her hair. He lit a ball of fire in his other hand mere inches away from her face. Rogue’s eyes flew open.
“Don’t make me regret doing this.” Pyro bit out before extinguishing the flame and letting go of her hair.
“Do what?” She asked, now completely confused. John reached into his pockets and took out a couple of red gel tabs and a bottle of water. He quickly put them to her mouth not waiting to see whether or not she took them. He unscrewed the water bottle and let her take a drink just as quickly. Marie choked a bit, but swallowed them down gratefully. The throbbing in her head was so intense she would have taken just about anything to end it.
“John enough of this!” Marie shouted. “What did you just give me? What the hell is going on? What the hell am I doing here?!” She asked nearly bursting at the seams from how tense she felt. Pyro looked her over debating how honest to be.
“Oh please, Rogue,” he noticed her name still sounded strange on his lips. "All I gave you was some aspirin and some water. Don’t get your panties all twisted over it.” He chewed over the last line, which seemed to surprise even him. ”Why am I baiting her?” He questioned himself.
“If my panties are twisted it’s because you twisted them with these fucking cuffs you blazin’ buffalo!”
John snorted trying not to laugh out loud and Marie realized how easily she had risen to John’s challenge. For a second it felt almost like old times.
Marie’s beautifully arched brows furrowed into an angry ‘v’ looking up at John. With her hands behind her back and her body straining to look up though, her chest and pelvis where thrust out provocatively. John couldn’t help his eyes trail down her shape in appreciation. She was wearing a clingy, v-neck top and tight, low-rider pants. Marie sucked in a breath under the scrutiny of John’s fiery gaze. He straightened up immediately, slightly disturbed by his reaction to her.
“What's going on is that we’ve abducted you from your friends at the mansion.” Marie noted how he nearly spat the word ‘friends’ out as if it tasted bad. She thought of Logan. They had been in a fairly intimate position the last time they were together. ”Was it really intimate?” Marie asked herself before focusing again on John. ”How long was he standing there, watching us?”
“I’m gonna just adjust these cuffs, so you can be more comfortable while we talk.” He made his way behind her and fingered a thick ring of keys, looking for the right one. If he was totally honest with himself though he would have known that it was really he who was uncomfortable from the sudden tightness in his pants.
“What did you do to Logan?” Marie asked him, not bothering to try and turn around to look him in the eye. Pyro hesitated a moment at the sound of the Wolverine’s real name, but soon started again with a dismissive laugh.
“Just a little napalm bomb, Rogue. Don’t be too upset on his account. I’m sure he’s up and running again by now.” He unsnapped the cuffs on her hands and made his way to her front.
“You know with that metal chassis of his, he’s like a tank. He can take any hit.” He undid the cuffs around her ankles.
“But you on the other hand…” His brow shot up, “with no convenient Adamantium skeleton, and now with no powers to speak of…” He trailed off looking up at her with a very self-assured smile. Rogue thought of Logan’s burning body roasting inside out, the smell of it nearly choking her and the knowledge that he had felt every single part of it.
When they come out… Does it hurt?
Everytime…
Rogue met Pyro’s eyes with a fire all her own.
“Oh please,” she spat. John was about to re-cuff her hands in front of her. “I don’t even need hands to take you out!” John’s eyes darted up at her in surprise right before Rogue nailed him with a head-butt. He fell to the ground, hands flying up to clutch his head. Rogue stood up rubbing her wrists where the handcuffs had been. She noticed John’s forehead was bleeding.
“That was for Logan!” She shouted before turning on her heel and ambling for the door.
“Wait!” John yelled after her. Marie paused to look back. She didn’t really know why she stopped though and if someone had asked, she wouldn’t have been able to answer. John was laughing despite the blood that clouded his eyes and its bitter taste falling on his tongue. Marie’s brow furrowed in confusion as well as pain.
“Where you gonna go, Rogue?” He asked getting to his feet, “you don’t even know where you are!” She turned again to leave, but was stopped by another mutant’s sudden appearance. Marie gasped in horror and her hand shot up to cover her open mouth. In front of Rogue stood Mystique, half blue scales with red hair, half human with jet black hair. One completely yellow eye and one normal blue pinned Rogue to the spot. Mystique was wearing baggy clothes and stood in obvious discomfort at the fabric’s oppressive limitations.
Pyro came up behind Rogue and pulled her down to her knees. His hand laced again through her hair and pulled her head back to force her to look up. Another hand hovered threateningly above her face. Marie finally caught sight of the mechanism triggering the spark in his hand. It seemed to be attached to his arms in a similar fashion to the adamantium grafted onto Logan's skeleton, only this was external. ”Offensive weapons are always in-hand for easy access.” She recalled one of the Wolverine's memories.
“So now you see...” Marie tore her horrified eyes away from his hand and looked up, “the only thing you’re running from is yourself.” John's blood was smeared all the way down his beautiful face, but Marie couldn’t help but look up into his deep blue eyes with remembered emotion.
Pyro let out a breath and started cuffing her again. “We need you,” he said simply.
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