Title: The Wolverine's Den

Rating: NC-17/M

Summary: Strictly movieverse! Takes place after the events of X-men: The Last Stand. Logan struggles with an almost dangerous infatuation with Marie, who is now "cured". Their borderline dysfunctional, intensely sexual relationship yields consequences that neither one of them are be ready to face.

Disclaimer: I own nothing so please don't sue.

Chapter 1

Rogue looked out the window as Bobby and Kitty skated on the fountain he froze over. She glared and crossed her arms. It had been weeks since she returned from getting the cure, yet he was still spending most of his time with her. He probably thought she was stupid...that she didn't notice, but it was all she saw when she looked at him. He always mentioned Kitty's name one too many times and smiled a little too hard when she walked into the room. Rogue bit her lip as she watched Kitty nearly fall into Bobby's arms, slipping on the ice. The two stared at each other for a moment, then kissed softly on the lips, blissfully ignorant of the spy watching them from the dark mansion. Right then, Rogue wished she had her poisonous skin back

Logan wanted to leave the mansion again, but couldn't seem to find the energy or will to do so. Grief, depression, loss...whatever it was, it was eating him alive. He withdrew from everyone...everyone except Rogue. The kid simply wouldn't let him fester alone in his dark room the way he wanted. She wouldn't let him starve and go for days without showering. She pestered him into going on. She bugged him into living.

For the first few days, she would get into a screaming match with him over not eating. She won in the end though...she always won. After that, she would arrive at his door every morning at 8:30 sharp with a plate of food for his breakfast. She would sit with him as he ate, talking to him, but mostly watching him.

She didn't know of his past and neither did he, but she knew he had lived a hard life. Rogue knew of Logan's dark side...and anyone with a side that dark who had been through what he had needed taking care of. So that's what she did. She washed his clothes, made sure he ate and let him vent to her about losing Jean and the professor...the only one who probably could have helped him on his journey through his past. He honestly didn't miss Scott that much, but he was sorry he was dead. The students had lost a great teacher and he was a friend to Rogue, so that counted for something.

He didn't know when he came out of his stupor. It seemed to just happen. He noticed something different about the world around him when Rogue knocked on his door at 8:30, the way she always did. She walked in, muttering something about turkey bacon. He had seen her for the past several weeks, but he never actually looked at her. Ever since the moment they met, she kept herself covered from head to toe. He had no idea what her body looked like or if she even had boobs. But looking at her now as she strode into his room carrying his breakfast, he now knew she had them...boy did she ever have them. She wore a white tank top and tight, hip hugger jeans that bore her lower midriff. Her stomach was flat, yet soft, her ass sat high and round, and her breasts...goddamn those things were epic. He snapped out of his daze and plopped down on his bed as she stood in front of him, ready to place the tray on his lap. What the hell was he doing thinking about the kid like that? How old was she? He wracked his brain for an age. Seventeen. Rogue was 17. He remembered sending her a leather jacket for her birthday back in October. He didn't even know how old he was and he was sitting there, staring at a girl who wasn't even legal.

She smiled down at him, "You look good today Logan. Feeling alright?"

"Yea, just peachy. What's on the menu for this morning?" He looked at the tray as she sat it down on his lap.

"Sorry hon. Tried to wrangle up some bacon for you, but Colossus scarfed it down last night...turkey bacon was all I could find."

He waved a hand dismissively, "This'll do."

She sat in the chair across from him and ran a hand through her salt and pepper locks, "Storm asked me to ask you if you were ready to maybe help out with teaching. She's kinda short handed and could use someone's help with the Danger Room and self defense classes."

Logan chewed and raised a brow, then sighed, "Yea..guess so. When does she need me?"

"Probably this morning."

Logan grunted, "Right. Fine...let her know I'll do it." He looked at Marie who nodded, but the smile she held immediately fell from her face as she looked down at her clasped hands. "Shit," he thought as he caught her expression. Something was wrong with her and he could bet it had something to do with Ice Prick. "What's up with the face kid?"

She looked up and starting to say something. She shook her head to suppress the tears, "Uh...nothing...nothing."

He put his fork down and stared at her, "Bull shit. Spill it. I don't have all day. I happen to have a class to teach later."

She cracked a small smile, but it soon soured into a frown, "I broke up with Bobby yesterday...caught him kissing Kitty a couple of nights ago."

Logan's jaw clenched, "Fuckin' little ice ass..."

Rogue sat forward, "Don't go baring your claws hon. It was me too. I kept pulling back every few seconds when we..." Her voice trailed as he cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, "I was still afraid I would hurt him. I just needed time to readjust. Maybe I deserved it, maybe I was asking for too much."

"Like hell kid! That prick was lucky to have you. He doesn't deserve you...I knew it from the moment I shook his cold little scrawny hand. He had you...and he's runnin' around makin' out with pubescent little girls." Logan cracked his knuckles.

Rogue caught the emphasis placed on the word you and felt flattered. Logan had never even hinted that she was anything but a little girl, but now she was a "you"...a woman far more superior in beauty and sexuality than Kitty. "Don't go doin' somethin' stupid Logan. Bobby is my problem, alright?"

Logan calmed a bit and nodded, "Guess you're right kid..."

Logan didn't do anything stupid, but Wolverine did. He snatched Bobby into a dark corner and put his middle claw to the boys throat.

"Don't fuck with Rogue anymore bub...ya got that? You hurt her once, you better not go crawling back to hurt her again, ya hear me?"

Bobby nodded as well as he could with an adamantium claw aimed at his throat. Logan had seen too many people he cared about die recently. He wasn't about to let some cocky teenage boy hurt the one person he had left. Rogue belonged to Wolverine. She was HIS Marie...now Ice Prick knew it...and Marie would know it too...soon enough.

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