The Game

©2000 Melissa Roule

Sex Content: NC-17

Violence Content: just foreplay!

Language Content: NC-17

Characters: Original Female, X-MEN Characters

Cat slinked through the snowy underbrush, her every sense alert. She knew he was nearby, she could sense him and knew he had passed this way only just recently. He had proven to be a tough target to track, but that had been part of the exercise. Cat was learning to use and control her mutant powers, and tracking Logan was the perfect practice.

Catherine aka Cat was a mutant, just like Logan. She had earned the nickname as a child and kept it when her powers emerged. Her powers included graceful feline like prowress and senses. She could move almost silently like a cat, and even some of her physical characteristics resembled her moniker. A slight pointing of the ears, the sharp pointed canine teeth, even the bright green light sensitive eyes added to the look.

Most of the time, Cat hid her mutant looks from the outside world. Dark glasses hid and protected her eyes from the sun. Long, raven locks covered her ears, even though it added to her exotic beauty. To hide her sharp teeth, Cat rarely smiled. That last act wasn’t hard for her, her early years as a mutant had been miserable.

Emerging into a clearing, Cat cast a wary glance around her. He was close, she knew it. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move. Part of her felt flattered by the prospect, after all several women at the school found the rough mutant quite handsome. Cat was one of those women, but she kept her feelings carefully covered. Her friendship with Logan was too precious.

Sniffing the air again, Cat crouched. A soft whisper of air reached her a split second before Logan caught her off-guard. Her dark glasses flew from her face, tossed into the nearby snow. The two mutants tumbled into a snow drift with Logan ending up pinning Cat with his greater weight.

“Tag,” he said with a low growl. He leaned down, his breath brushing her cheek. “You’re it.”

The heady scent of whisky and cigars sought to overwhelm Cat’s senses. She blinked bright green eyes, squinting against the bright winter sun and trying to come up with some sort of coherent response. While she loved the games of tag she played with Logan, this part of the game always made her speechless. The feel of his weight pressing down on her, his hazel eyes boring into hers, the way he smirked when he had the upper hand, his warm breath whispering against her face, her ear. All the little sensations added up, making Cat’s breath hitch in her throat once again.

Taking Cat’s silence as an admission of defeat, Logan sprung to his feet. “Catch me if you can,” he grinned before disappearing into the woods once again.

Cat pulled herself out of the snow bank, brushing the few remaining flakes from her parka. After finding her dark glasses, she started after Logan, watching the footprints in the snow, sniffing the air as she went. The myriad of scents in the woods hid his scent trail well, but Cat was becoming better at tracking her friend. She followed her nose until it finally led her to her prey.

He sat in a clearing, taking a moment to catch his breath before deciding which path to take. He obviously hadn’t heard her approach, for he continued to sit. Ducking behind a nearby snowbank, she watched him. He just sat there, his black leather jacket stark against the white snow. At one point he seemed to glance her way, but his gaze skipped over her.

Logan knew she was there. He had heard her approach but just barely. She’s getting better, he thought. Instead of acknowledging her, he sat stock still, waiting for her to make the next move. He didn’t have to wait very long.

Mimicking Logan’s feral growl, Cat sprung from her hiding place and charged. She covered the ground between them in a few steps. Knocking them both back, she straddled him, pinning him down.

Cat grinned in triumph down at Logan. “Now you’re...” she said, her voice trailing off. Her eyes grew wide as they flicked down then back up to his face. In her move to pin him, she ended up straddling his hips. The prominent bulge in his jeans now pressed against her, pushing into her most intimate spot. The feeling was a shock to the young mutant.

When Cat tackled him, Logan’s hands instinctively grabbed her waist. He continued to hold her, his eyes carefully watching her. He could smell her arousal, it was a familiar scent to him. Every time they were together, the smell of her skin captivated him like some sort of spell. It had become almost a drug to him, making him want more, making him desire her more.

A bright red blush climbed up Cat’s tan cheeks. “I...um...I guess the game is over,” she said, making a move to climb off of him. She was held in place when Logan’s hands tightened around her tiny waist. He sat up effortlessly, still holding on to her, his fingers gripping the fabric of her sweater.

Her scent became stronger when Logan came closer to her. He resisted the urge to nuzzle at Cat’s neck, instead settling for leaning in. “I’d say the fun was just beginning,” he whispered. His lips brushed hers as he spoke, his breath warm on her wind blown face. Instead of kissing her softly, his mouth crushed hers in a brutal onslaught. His hands tightened further, pressing her slender body against his.

Cat reeled as Logan’s lips pressed against hers. She had often wondered what kissing him would be like. He truly was a wonderful kisser, that she knew now for certain. When his mouth left hers, she was gasping for breath. The cold was gone, all that remained was the heat of his kiss.

Logan could resist the urge no more. He nuzzled against Cat’s neck, his lips pressing lightly against her skin. Feathery kisses moved up her throat to her ear. Once there, he whispered in her ear, phrases that took her breath away.

“Logan, I think we should get back to the mansion,” Cat gasped when she at last got her breath back. “We could have a bit more of privacy there.”

“It’d also be much warmer,” Logan practically purred. “Though I’m pretty sure I could keep you warm out here.”

Cat moaned, arching back. Her body already felt like it was on fire. She was sure if she lay back, she would melt the snow around them. “I don’t doubt that, but we would be more comfortable in a warm bed.”

Logan paused in his slow kisses and lifted his head to gaze at Cat. “A warm bed, huh?”

Cat nodded, a slow smile crossing her pretty face.

With one smooth movement, Logan stood, taking Cat with him. He set her down, letting her find her own feet before taking a step back. He took her hand in his and turned, heading back for the mansion.

The two mutants made it back to the house in record time. Taking a back door, they quickly and quietly made it up the stairs and into Logan’s quarters. Cat shut and locked the door while Logan shed his jacket. Seconds later Cat was shed of her own coat and sweater.

Sitting once again in Logan’s lap, Cat succumbed to his touch. They kissed, hands grasping and touching each other. Logan kissed down Cat’s neck and shoulder, pushing at the strap of her tank top to reach more skin. What he uncovered was a series of small scars. Each scar was round, no bigger than the tip of his finger. Logan could tell they were old, several years at least. He looked up at Cat with confusion. He knew what they looked like, but it couldn’t possibly be that. Could it?

Cat smiled sadly, her hand covering his as it touched the small marks. “Some scars, not even mutant powers can heal,” she said.

Logan knew about Cat’s past before coming to Xavier’s School, it was one secret she shared with him and few else. He knew she had been forced into the sideshow business, exploiting her mutant gifts for money. She had told him a bit about the abuse she suffered, but he hadn’t known about the burns. And that’s what the scars were, cigarette burns, all several years old.

Logan pressed his lips gently against the small scars. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. The anger he felt whenever he thought of anyone hurting those he cared for flared in him. It burned even more when the thoughts turned to Cat.

Cat stroked her fingers through Logan’s thick black hair. She bowed her head beside his, hiding the tears that fought to slip down her face. “There’s nothing you can do about that,” she answered. “It happened many years ago, and I strive to put it behind me.”

Logan kissed at the small scars again, his fingers pushing the strap of Cat’s tank top further down her shoulder. He nuzzled at her neck, once again inhaling the intoxicating scent of her flesh.

A low purr emerged from Cat’s throat. She plucked at Logan’s sweater, pulling it from his lean form. Her tank top went next, followed by the rest of the winter clothing both mutants wore.

Sliding between the warm flannel sheeets, the two continued their explorations of one another. Logan was surprised to discover another set of scars scattered across Cat’s back. These were pencil thin, the type of scars created by a whip applied to human flesh. Like the scars before, Logan gently kissed them, wishing he could erase them and the pain that went along.

Cat rolled to her back, her arms automatically wrapping around Logan’s neck. In the shadows of the dimly lit room, her green eyes shone up at him with perfect trust. A smile crossed her red lips, a smile he mimicked back to her. Both mutants knew the other could be deadly in a dangerous situation, and nothing was more dangerous than the situation they were in now. Exposing not only their bodies but deep emotions to one another, it was a situation that could turn bad in an instant.

Both Cat and Logan were aware of the situation, and neither cared. They were only aware of each other, of the here and now. Logan found himself transfixed with Cat’s face, how her lips were slightly parted in a smile. He felt her warm breath on his face, felt the slow rise and fall of her chest against his.

Cat shifted slightly beneath Logan’s greater weight. She loved the feeling of closeness she had with him. With a light touch, she ran her nails down his back. Cat knew her nails were quite sharp, ripping Logan’s back open with her claws was definitely not in her plans. Her nimble fingers slid further down his back and beneath the soft flannel sheets. She grabbed at his muscular backside, pressing his hips even closer to hers.

Logan groaned against Cat’s shoulder. What she was doing by touching him was pure torture, but he didn’t want it to end. He wanted more and he wanted it to last forever.

Shifting his weight to one side, Logan moved his hand down Cat’s slender figure. He slowly pushed her thighs apart, glad when he met no hesitation from her. She welcomed him by holding him tighter when he settled himself once again over her.

“Logan...” Cat moaned softly.

He kissed her, his lips both brutal and tender at the same time. He waited the few seconds it took for Cat to respond before he continued. His lips still locked with hers, he drew his body away slightly. Pushing her legs further apart, he slowly eased himself forward. The tip of his shaft brushed lightly against her, making Cat cry out at the touch.

Using incredible restraint, Logan slowly entered Cat. Her slick womb accepted him easily, even as her hands clutched at him, pushing him further inside. Logan closed his eyes, savoring the sweet ecstasy coursing through him. He heard Cat do the same, felt her shift to accomodate his girth.

After a moment Logan opened his eyes. He slowly began to move, his body rocking in time to his own heartbeat. He felt his lover respond in kind, lifting her hips in response.

Cat gasped as Logan thrust into her. Planting her feet against the soft mattress she lifted her hips higher. The simple movement made both mutants gasp. Cat clawed at Logan’s back, her nails raking deep scores in his skin. The still logical part of her mind knew the cuts would heal as soon as she made them, so she didn’t worry about leaving any kind of marks.

The two mutant lovers continued in their explorations of each other. Long minutes stretched out until finally Cat felt she could take no more. The fiery ache that had started out in her lower body now blossomed out to encompass her whole being. The orgasm left her trembling, her green eyes glazed with satisfaction.

Logan felt Cat’s body tighten around him as she came. Her jerky spasms tugged at him until he too could take no more, and with a few final thrusts he poured himself into her.

Through the haze surrounding her, Cat heard the distinct *snkt* of Logan’s claws. She felt him bury the claws deeply in the mattress, just as he deeply buried himself inside of her. She heard his groan and knew he felt as good as she did.

Lowering himself down, Logan withdrew his claws from the mattress. He lay beside Cat, drawing her body closer to his. In the cool air of the room, she was a pocket of warmth to him, just as he was to her. The two mutants cuddled against each other, for once each feeling safe and warm.

***

Logan awoke some time later, realizing he was alone in bed. He opened his eyes to see Cat standing by the window. Wintry light filtered through the curtains, highlighting her lithe form. She was dressed in his shirt, the large flannel shirt her only apparel.

Sitting up in bed, he watched as Cat turned to face him. “Hi,” she said, voice a little soft and raspy.

Logan stood and pulled Cat into his arms. He kissed her, taking his time as he explored her mouth with his own. When at last the kiss was done, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips before replying. “Hi yourself,” he whispered.

Cat smiled, her forehead resting against Logan’s. Her long nails raked lightly down his jaw. “Are you ready for round two of our game?” she teased.

An evil grin spread across Logan’s handsome face. He held Cat tighter, his body pressing firmly against her. “What do you think?”

A sound almost like a purr sounded from Cat’s throat. The purr turned into a groan when Logan released her and stepped away. He ignored the disappointment in her eyes as he took her smaller hand in his. Stepping back he led her to the bed, pulling her into his lap as he sat down once again.

Logan grinned at Cat when, as she sat in his lap, he realized she wore nothing underneath the large flannel shirt. As they kissed, he slid a calloused hand up her bare thigh. He cupped his hand over her womanhood, teasing the sensitive skin with his thumb. Cat’s cries reached his ears as he felt her wriggle against his hand in an effort to increase the pressure of his touch. Logan wrapped his other arm tighter around her, holding her as he let his fingers lazily tease.

Cat clawed at Logan’s back, begging with him. Hearing her cries pleased him, spurring him to tease her further, even as his own body cried out for release. He slid first one then two fingers inside her, marvelling at how tight she was. Her body bucked harder against him, her sudden burst of strength taking Logan off guard.

Her growls reached to an almost scream. She pushed against Logan’s chest, shoving him flat on his back on the bed.

“You’re mine now Logan...” she growled. Her slender fingers wrapped around his rigid shaft, lowering herself quickly in one smooth move. Logan arched in response, but Cat pushed him back. She pinned him down to the bed, using a move she had used earlier when they were both outside.

Cat leaned over Logan, her hips rising and falling against his. “How does it feel to not be in control?” she purred, nipping at his ear.

“Feels damn good to me,” Logan replied with an almost sigh. His hands settled on Cat’s waist, guiding her subtley. With each movement of her hips downward, he moved his upwards, meeting her halfway and burying himself even deeper.

Arching her back, Cat let out a low groan. She found herself developing a rhythm, torturing both herself and Logan. She would move quickly, driving them both to the brink, before slowing enough to let them both recover. She would then start the process over again, continuing the cycle of agony and ecstasy.

Time seemed to slow, the minutes seeming like hours. Logan had never begged for anything in his life, yet he could feel the words forming at the back of his throat. He wanted the bittersweet agony to stop, and he wanted it to continue forever. He wanted to beg with Cat, plead with her to let him have his release. At the same time he wanted to tell her to keep going, to never stop.

Cat could read the emotions running through Logan, she saw it all in his eyes. She knew they were both on the same page with their desires. Cat too wanted to stop, her thighs were starting to burn from their exercise. Yet she also wanted to go on, to continue her ride.

Logan’s hands clenched around Cat’s waist, a silent signal they both understood. Tightening her muscles, Cat clenched her body tighter around Logan. His groans grew louder as the added pressure drew him closer to the edge. He tried to hold on as long as he could, but his tenuous grasp finally slipped. His body bucked wildly beneath Cat as orgasm overtook him. At one point Logan could have sworn he blacked out, the feelings were so intense.

Feeling Logan’s body pulse beneath her, Cat allowed herself to fall over the edge. Her voice was ragged with emotion as she cried out.

“Logan...oh Logan...my beautiful Logan...” she cried. Her hands raked over his sweat slicked body. “My beautiful, beautiful Logan...” she whispered, her body collapsing against his in exhaustion. “I love you,” she sighed, her voice merely a breath.

Logan wrapped his arms around Cat, clutching her tiny body closer to his. “My beautiful Catherine,” he replied, using her full name for once. “My beautiful, beautiful Catherine,” he echoed her words back.

He felt Cat’s body grow heavy as she relaxed even further. When he was almost sure she was asleep, he whispered one final phrase. A string of words he hadn’t uttered in many years. “I love you, too.”

The End