Cubi

Chapter Two: Claws and Temper, Never a Good Mix.

Bayville High.

It had been another week, and again her insides were craving energy. She had taken enough from Scott to leave him still breathing - exhausted, yet alive - and to sustain her for a few days but here she was again, fighting off the side affects from not feeding regularly. Rogue had her reasons for spacing her feeding out, mainly suspicion. Too many exhausted males around Bayville would cause raised eyebrows, especially amongst a group of heroes going out of their way to try and save human and mutant kind. She paid the price so she would not be caught. She needed someone strong, someone powerful, someone she could get a decent meal from without killing them from exhaustion. Having already taken Scott last week ruled him out automatically, it had taken him so long to recover that Rogue didn’t want to risk doing him any permanent harm. None of the younger boys at the Institute were any good. Young teenage boys were little more than snacks for her, sure they had plenty of built up sexual energy and she could get it so much faster but she just burned through it too fast. Kurt was also out of the question, Mystique’s link to him and Rogue instantly ruling him out. The Professor was too old and paralysed so she doubted he would be any use and as sweet a guy Hank was she wasn’t too keen on ‘bestiality’. It only left one person in the mansion. Logan. One of her favourites. His fast healing making him recover far quicker than any of her past victims so she could take more from him.

“Rogue, luv, you in there?”

Snapping out of her daze Rogue found Risty waving a hand in front of her face from where she sat across from her at lunch. “Huh, yeah.”

Raising one eye skeptically Risty’s eyes flashed yellow for a moment, her voice losing its English background. “What’s wrong?”

Sighing as she ran a hand over her face Rogue shook her head. Being an old friend of the shape shifter she had automatically known it was Mystique taking on a young British teen the first moment she saw her. Although she was a Succubus and designed to only go after males she could also pick up the difference in females through scent and sexual energy patterns. “Just hungry.”

“You should feed more.”

Rolling her eyes at her Rogue scowled, “Thanks Mom.” Drawling sarcastically. Knowing the woman for so many years and being hundreds of years older than her and Raven still treated her like a child.

“I mean it.”

“Ah know Raven, but it ain’t that easy without bein’ caught. Ah’m goin’ to use Logan tonahght.”

“Logan huh?” Smirking as she leant forward on her elbows and support her chin in her palms ‘Risty’ took back over the conversation. “He any good?”

“Not bad, but he doesn’t lahke bein’ dominated. He thinks Ah’m just some sort of repressed fantasy.”

“Don’t they all.” The shape shifter grinned and got a smirk in return.

Rogue had run into the shape-shifting demon a couple centuries ago during one of her feedings and one of Raven’s stealing. Needless to say the last thing the blue skinned demon posing as a mutant in modern times expected to see while sneaking into one of the richest families in England at the time was a Succubus draining the man of the house of energy. Having gotten out of there without her prize an angry Rogue had tracked her down and upon the threat of the most painful way to die that she could possibly imagine Raven vowed to keep quiet about her identity. In exchange Rogue gave the same courtesy to Raven. Finding that they were of similar attitudes and tastes the two barely separated over the years since, normally pulling jobs together and each getting their payment in different ways. Rogue her energy; Raven her riches. It had also been Raven to suggest a change of pace, to help explain some of their weird behaviour by taking on the identities of mutants and drawing on some of their demonic powers to pick a mutant one to abuse. With the aid of one of Raven’s friends and a true mutant, Irene, the two played out their parts, almost like acting in a play to keep them entertained in their immortality.

“Too bad you can’t take from females too.”

Grunting in agreement Rogue folded her arms on the table and allowed her head to rest on them, her voice mumbled as she spoke. “Would be a hell of a lot easier with how many girls there are in the mansion, but homosexual Cubi don’t normally last long if they can’t feed off the opposite gender. Most die of hunger. ”

Patting a comforting hand on her arm Risty rose as the bell rung and gave her friend a nudge. “Come on, class time.” Getting a groan in return she pulled at Rogue’s arm to get her out of her seat. “Only a few more classes then we’re free.” Leading the way back into the school building she grinned. “Hey, we should do something. There’s this concert coming up in the next couple of weeks, we could go to that,” Her voice switching back to natural. “To keep up this mutant charade.”

“What? Ah absorb yah and fahnde out yah actually blue skinned and yah just usin’ meh ‘gain?”

Thinking it over Risty nodded, her British accent returning. “Sounds great to me, luv, well, minus the absorption part, that really hurts.”

Smirking at this Rogue was pulled to a stop by her old friend as she was eyed suspiciously. “What?”

“You are staying away from Kurt, aren’t you?”

Making a face of disgust she snapped, “Of course Ah am! There is no way Ah would touch him!” Lowering her voice as people around her looked in her direction at her outburst. “He’s too much lahke family for meh ‘cause of yah. After all, he is mah ‘brother’.”

Nodding her head they started walking down the halls again as Risty thought. “Maybe it’s not just hunger, maybe you’re just horny yourself.”

“What!”

“Shhh, calm down Rogue. Cubi have their urges themselves and from what you’ve told me you don’t exactly get anything but food out of your feedings.” She stressed, remembering back to a conversation long ago of theirs when she was once jealous of all the sex Rogue got, until it was explained to her the Succubus didn’t feel any pleasure from it. The only way a Cubi felt sexual pleasure was from one of their own, and there was strict rules in the Cubi community about who they could be partnered with. “You need to get laid.”

“Oh yeah, that’s goin’ to happen.” She snapped sarcastically. “Can yah even remember the last tahme we ran into an Incubus? They ain’t that easy to fahnd. Ah haven’t seen one since before Ah met yah.”

“Can’t you sense one out?”

“Nah, Cubi can’t use their powers on one of their own kahnd. All Ah get from trahin’ is a nasty headache. It use to be so easy to fahnd one, just follow the stories of females dahin’ in their sleep from exhaustion. Now days most are in hahdin’.”

“Like you.”

“Yeah.” Pausing outside her class Rogue eyed those within, trying to ignore the energy coming off the male bodies inside. “Ah’ll live, not lahke Ah can dahe that easy. Yah goin’ to get those tickets to the concert?”

Smirking at this Risty nodded. “I have connections.”

“Ah bet, see yah later Blue.”

Flipping her off Risty jogged down the hall to her own class as Rogue entered hers.

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Xavier’s School for the Gifted.

Creeping down the dark hallway and keeping up her mortal form so if she was caught she wouldn’t be that much out of place Rogue padded towards the teachers rooms, her footprints flaring up behind her in flames of green, destroying any trace of her being there. Pressing an ear to Logan’s door she held her breath so she could monitor his, hearing him grumble unintelligently about something in his sleep. Taking one last look around she opened his door and slid inside, closing it as quietly as possible behind her. Only then did she allow her Cubi appearance to appear. Her tail flicked from side to side as she slowly approached his bed, taking the extra time and care to make sure his strong senses did not pick her up. Starting at the base of his bed she slowly crept up his body until she rested on her hands and knees over him and dropped a kiss onto his forehead. Visions of how he got his claws and the pain he went through flashed into her mind as they played out in his. Digging past these all too well known memories Rogue pushed deeper in, picking out his fantasies from the rest of his dark mind.

Pulling back she smiled sweetly down at him, “Ahh, Ororo ‘gain. Yah should ask her out, Ah bet she’ll say yes.” Speaking out loud despite knowing it would trigger him to awaken. “Yah two would be good for each other, but ‘til then...” Shifting her weight solely onto her legs Rogue rested her hands lightly against his chest before pressing down hard as she could already pick up the first signs of him wakening.

The sudden pressure on his chest caused Logan’s eyes to snap open but before being able to raise his hands and unsheathe the hidden claws he found his hands pinned under the woman’s knees. Her face remained in the shadows but he could make out enough of red lips to see her grinning hungrily down at him. A growl from him was only echoed back as she dropped her mouth down to his, biting down hard on his lower lip to draw blood and he let out another warning snarl. This was swallowed up as her lips covered his and Logan continued to struggle against the great weight upon his chest, freezing as he felt something pull at the edge of his pants, pushing the green draw string pants down off his hips. The armour covering her pelvis ground against the edge of his hip, the material that looked like metal being warm to the touch, so much so that it matched her higher than normal body temperature perfectly. Drawing back she kept her hold on his lip with her teeth, pulling it lightly before releasing it to show her teeth bloodstained as despite his anger Logan felt his body react to her actions, the armour of her lower body appearing to be sucked into her body and disappear under the colourless skin. His fingers twitched under his knees but the weight on them preventing from clenching as a shift of her hips joined their bodies, rocking her body and hands forward to rest on the top of his torso and shoulders, the angle increasing the amount of pressure holding him down and so he had an unblocked view of her mocking smile.

Hissing at the newly added weight Logan found it harder and harder to catch his breath, no longer able to make any sound as the air was being forced out of his lungs faster than he could use it to talk or growl. In fact, if his bones weren’t metal covered he was sure he would hear them cracking by now. Her long nails dug into the uncovered flesh over his collarbone, the white night shirt not covering enough of his skin to even hope it would give him some protection, blood beaded under the sharp points as they pierced his skin. Gathering as much of his breath as he could Logan gritted his teeth and tried once again to break her hold on him, yet his struggle to get free went unnoticed by her as he failed to shift her even an inch and her hips continued to grind against his. His nails dug into her own skin – not long enough to achieve the same damage she did to him – of her knees as his body stiffened and her movements paid off, the closest thing to a low groan from the lack of air getting out of his throat as his head arched back against his pillow.

Holding him down solidly with one hand Rogue’s other went to his hair, tugging his head towards her and forcing her way between his lips and teeth he had stubbornly locked together, her own teeth and tongue keeping them open as she drank. Gasping into his mouth her eyes shot open wide as her body shook in pain. The shift of her weight towards his mouth had given Logan enough leverage to slide his hands further down her leg and free his knuckles from beneath her knees, the snikt of metal being released a split second before three claws embedded themselves into each of her shins, easily cutting through the bone and exiting out the back of her calves. Pushing through the pain to finish her meal Rogue pulled back after taking her fill as he fell back against the bed, a hint of a smirk on his face for drawing blood before he passed out.

Pushing off his body Rogue collapsed on the floor next to his bed, gritting her teeth to keep quiet as she looked down at the holes in her legs, the white blood that gave her body it’s lack of colouring seeping out from the wounds and dripping onto the carpet beneath her. Staring at the increasing pool of pale liquid accumulating on the floor she didn’t bother to watch her body knit the slits in her lower legs close, leaving only three fine lines on each leg to show where the damage had been. After a moment of gazing into space she lifted herself up onto shaky legs, the green fire flicking around the room to get rid of her presence as the blood was eaten up by the flame, causing it to flare up brighter before dying. Glaring at the mutant she gave him a kick in the ribs, enough force behind it to roll him over onto his side before stomping out of the room, muttering something along the lines of ‘clawed bastard’.

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AN: I know Logan should have been able to had picked it was Rogue by her scent but he was kind of busy with his ‘attacker’, and he did miss Mystique’s scent in the show itself when she showed up at the mansion as Risty. Hmmm, and I thought he was suppose to be really good with his nose.