Bring Me To Life | By : Jaenelle Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female > Logan/Jubilee Views: 4493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Bring Me To Life
Lyrics belong to Evanescence’s
‘Bring Me to Life.’ Jubes and Wolvie belong to Marvel, unfortunately. The smut
is mine. Enjoy!
The
subtle scent of male and female arousal mixed with the much-less-subtle scent
of cheap beer, sweat, and cigarettes. Ah. Home.
Logan
took a deep, appreciative sniff of the miasma of human bodies and sex as he
paid the cover charge at the door of the strip club, then went inside. It was
still early, and the place was still relatively quiet (in comparison with the
last time he’d been here) but the girls were already dancing, and money was
already starting to change hands.
He
didn’t normally come here; the cover charge was a little higher than some of
the other clubs in this red-light district, and the girls weren’t allowed to
strip completely naked. At least on stage; what they did in the private back
rooms was their own responsibility.
Logan
never went to those back rooms. Well, hardly ever. His investments with Landau,
Luckman and Lake gave him enough money to maintain his apartment here in the
city, and some extra spending money to play around with; mostly he spent that
on his bike, and left the rest alone. Too many years of living had taught him
to keep it while he had it against times when he would need it and might not
have it otherwise; and those back rooms were expensive, if worth it. Xavier had
a fairly deep fund of money for his resident X-Men to pursue their own forms of
recreation after their ‘work’; he understood that to work hard, you had to
balance it by playing hard. He wouldn’t frown on the men using it at bars and
strip clubs, but Logan just preferred to use his own money for horizontal
recreational pursuits. He tried not to touch Chuck’s money if he didn’t have
to. Some of the X-Men, like Emma and Warren, depended on their own sources of
income exclusively; others, like Ororo and Remy, kept their hands in at their
former ‘professions’ and supplemented their ‘allowance’ from Chuck that way.
And lately he’d been seeing Jubilee with her own checkbook and bankcard; he
didn’t know where she was getting her spending money but he was certain it
wasn’t from Charles.
The
thought of her triggered a memory of her scent, and he smiled fondly. She had,
early on, found out that heavy, artificial scents bothered his acute sense of
smell and she had taken to wearing an unscented lotion mixed with drops of
wildflower oils. He loved the way she smelled now; like a wildflower meadow,
with the sun shining on it, after a brisk rain…
He
narrowed his eyes sharply, sitting upright from his slouching position in his
chair. No. It couldn’t be. He had just smelled her scent here, in this seedy
strip club…no one else could smell like that.
The
scent was gone, vanished in the miasma of other scents, and he cursed aloud,
standing up and starting to prowl about the room, his predatory glide
intimidating the men he passed and titillating the women. A few of them tried
to speak to him, but he ignored them as he hunted for more of the elusive
scent.
There!
He’d picked it up. It was faint, and hard to pick out of air that was so
saturated with the strong scent of sex and sweat, but he’d found it. Keeping
his nose trained on that scent, he followed it across the club going toward the
back rooms, where it suddenly got abruptly stronger. He lunged down the
hallway, his mind whirling with a thousand questions, and hurled himself at the
third door on the left. The lock snapped, and he found himself standing in a
doorway, music blaring in his ears, staring at his little girl, his Jubilee, straddling
a strange man’s lap and slowly buttoning a sheer, barely-there blouse.
Jubilee
barely had time to realize who it was that had just broken down the door when a
rough hand grabbed her arm, and a familiar voice growled in her ear, “Get
goin’. I’ll distract him long enough fer you ta get away. I’ll deal with this
little—”
“Logan—”
Jubilee tried to interrupt him, but he was already stalking toward the man
sitting petrified in the chair with a rapidly-deflating cock hanging out of his
opened fly. “Logan!”
“Listen
here, bub,” Logan allowed his claws to slide out of his forearms, but slowly.
“Ya got exactly two seconds ta git far enough away that I can’t catch ya an’
rip ya apart fer messin’ with my little girl.”
Jubilee
took two steps forward, grabbed his arm, and yanked. “Logan!”
“Jubes,
I told ya ta go…”
“Not
till he gives me the money he owes me.”
The
look he gave her would have cowed any other woman, but not Jubilee. “The…
money… he… owes… you.”
Jubilee
crossed her arms defiantly, not bothering to button up her shirt. “Yes. He owes
me twenty bucks for the lapdance. And forty for the blow.”
The
man stood up in a panic, taking out his wallet and grabbing a wad of bills from
the billfold.. “Here, here, you can have it all, just don’t…” he took one look
at Logan’s glowering expression, and fled out the broken door without bothering
to zip up his fly, and Logan could faintly hear the chorus of laughs that
followed him as he fled the strip club. Ah, well. He hadn’t had much in that
department anyway. He turned his attention to Jubilee, who was calmly picking
up the dropped bills and counting them. “A… lapdance.”
“And
a blowjob.” Jubilee didn’t even look at him as she reached behind a nearby
chair and came up with her purse, which she pulled a wallet out of and started
to put the money in. She seemed to be having some difficulty, and Logan
realized why when he snatched the wallet from her and looked inside.
It was stuffed full. “Jubilee…”
He stared at it, then at her, with hurt in his eyes. “Jubes, you don’t gotta do
this. If ya need money, whyd’nt ya ask Chuck or me? I’d’a given it to ya fer
whatever ya wanted it for.”
“I
don’t do this for the money, Logan.” Jubilee snatched her wallet back from him
and crammed it along with the rest of her money back into her purse. “I don’t
need the money.”
“Then
why do it? Why degrade yourself takin’ off yer clothes fer some stranger ya
don’t even know?” He couldn’t figure that out.
“I’m
not degrading myself.” Jubilee crossed to the table against one corner of the
room, fiddling with the CD’s of music. “I’m doing this to make me feel better.”
“How?
How is this possibly makin’ ya feel any better?” Logan spread his hands wide to
encompass the tiny room. “Sittin’ back here, suckin’ off some strange guy’s
dick for money, cheapenin’ yourself. How is this possibly makin’ ya feel any
better about yerself? How do you look at yerself in the mirror each mornin’?”
Jubilee
slammed her fists on the edge of the table. “Logan, you don’t understand.” Her
voice wavered.
Aw,
dammit. He never could bear to see her cry. Walking to the door, he carefully
picked it up, pushed it back on its hinges, and fitted it back in its frame.
Just as he did so, someone pounded on the outside. He could feel the vibrations
of a big fist. “Miss! You all right in there?”
Jubilee
walked to the door, cracked it open. “Yes, Dave, I’m fine. A friend just
stopped in and misunderstood what I was doing. I just need a few minutes to
talk to him, then I’ll be back on duty. Tell Cherrie I’ll be taking my break
now.” She closed the door. Jubilee went back to the music table, picking up a
fallen CD and placing it carefully back on the table.
“A
friend?” Logan said after a minute. “Is that all I am ta ya, Jubes?”
“You’ve
never shown any signs of wanting to be anything more, Logan.” She was using his
chosen name, not ‘Wolvie’ or any of those other silly nicknames she’d come up
with over the years. “Look, Logan, I’m twenty-two. I’m legal. What’s wrong with
me working here?”
“What’s
wrong? What’s wrong is that I don’t want my little girl comin’ to grief ‘cause
she sold her body ta some stranger. What’s wrong is that I find ya here. It’s a
strip club, for chrissakes, Jubes! You shouldn’t be here!” His voice was
rising, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t understand why she was here.
“You
don’t understand.” Her voice was soft.
“Yer
damned friggin’ right I don’t understand. Make me understand.” He sat down
heavily in the chair the other man had just vacated.
Jubilee
leaned against the table, still not looking at him. “Logan…the stuff that
happened back in the Hulkbuster base…I felt dirty, after that, for a long time.
Something I had was taken away from me, and I’d been forced to do things I
didn’t really want to do just to stay alive, never mind keeping my body intact.
After I got out…I felt dirty, filthy, like I’d never be worth anything to
anyone again.” Her voice was soft, full of remembered pain. “It didn’t help
that Sean and Emma were looking at me with this constant expression of pity in
their eyes.. I didn’t want pity. I just wanted what was mine back. I didn’t
just lose my virginity back there, Logan. I lost my sense of self-worth, my
dignity, my pride. I lost my self-confidence, my acceptance of who I was. It
didn’t matter to my friends at the Academy, it didn’t matter to Paige and Ev
and Jono and…and Ange…and everyone else, but after the school closed and I came
back everyone walked on eggshells with me. Even Jean and Charles. Even you,
sometimes. I’m not the baby of the family anymore, Logan, but no one seems to
have realized that. Everybody treats me like the same ‘damaged goods’ that I
was when I came back from New Mexico…”
“Ya
ain’t damaged goods!” Logan half-rose out of the chair, indignant. “Anybody who
says that is gonna have to try an’ say it through six inches of adamantium in
their lyin’ throats!”
“No
one’s said it, Logan. That’s just what I feel like. Ange…Ange asked me out,
before he…died…and I wanted to but I couldn’t say yes because I felt that he
didn’t find me attractive, he made the offer out of pity. So I refused. And
look what happened.” She sounded like she was going to cry. “I…I did like him,
Logan, enough to go out with him if I’d felt better about myself. Coming
here…you don’t understand, Logan, you’re a man, but having all these different men
staring at me while I’m up there makes me feel like maybe I still have
something left, something that’s worth something to someone. I’m worth
something to the team; I’m worth something to my friends. But I’m not worth
anything, sexually, to anyone, even me, and that makes me feel dirty and used,
as if someone…as if the guards at the Hulkbuster base had used...I feel like
they used me all up and tossed me aside and I’m not worth anything to anyone
anymore. I know that the approval I get here is all superficial; it goes away
as soon as I walk out the door. But while I’m here, I feel that something about
me is still appealing to men, and that’s why I do this. To feel attractive to
someone of the opposite gender.” She stopped speaking.
Logan
sat back down like a stone, all his anger gone. So that was why…she needed
someone else’s approval to feel good about herself, because what had been done
to her had been so cruelly damaging to her psyche that she couldn’t find worth
in herself anymore. “Jubilee…” He stopped. He had no idea what to say.
She
turned to him now, and he saw the tears in her eyes. “I’m not worth anything to
anyone sexually. Not even you. I’ve seen the way you look at Rogue, at ‘Ro, and
sometimes even Emma when you’re riding that testosterone high…but never at me.
Never once at me.”
He
found his voice. “You think I don’t find you attractive? Jubilee…everyone knows
I have a thing for Asians. What makes you think…” he cursed aloud. “Jubilee…I
do find you attractive. Lately it’s been getting harder and harder to keep it a
secret, because I see you growin’ into a fine, wonderful, beautiful woman, and
it’s hard to keep it in my pants sometimes. Think I didn’t see you in them
short shorts you were wearin’ the other day? And that little top that came up
to here,” he held his hand just under his massive pectorals, “And down to
here?” he held his hand at the middle of his chest. “Don’t think I didn’t
notice that…I hadda leave the room so ya wouldn’t see…”
“The
hard-on you had?” Jubilee wiped her eyes with a watery smile. “I saw it. I just
thought…you were so disgusted that you could feel something like that for
someone like me, who’s so…dirty…and that was why you left so quickly.”
“Aw,
Jubes,” Logan folded her in his arms. “I’m sorry. I never thought you’d take
that the wrong way. I do find ya attractive, I just don’t wanna ruin what we
got together…” he looked down, getting a glimpse of some dick-hardening
cleavage through the unbuttoned top of her short shirt. “ Might need to take
another look, just ta make sure, though,” he said, tugging at the buttons
gently.
Jubilee
grinned suddenly, wiping the last of her tears away. “Wait. Let me do this
properly.” She went to the music table, turning on the CD player. The music
started slowly, so she spent some time running her hands over her body, from
collarbones to mid-thigh, unbuttoning the shirt as she did so.
How can you see into my eyes
Like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I’ve become so numb…
The
beat picked up, and she increased the speed of her movements while still trying
to remain seductive, wriggling out of her skin-tight short shorts and leaving
nothing but a sheer crimson thong panty and string bikini top.
Without a soul
My spirit’s sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead
It back home…
She
kicked out and up, taking advantage of her gymnast’s flexibility to raise her
leg up high enough to kick the shorts to one side, and also high enough to
flash her cunt lips. She saw Logan’s eyes start to glaze, and at the same time
his pants were tenting.
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me
From the dark
Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing I’ve become
Bring me to life
Bring me to life…
The
hungry, needy desire in his eyes made Jubilee’s heart soar. He wants me. He
really does. Even after all the stuff I let the guards do to me, he still
thinks I’m sexy…
Now that I know what I’m without you
You can’t just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life…
Logan
couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock was throbbing so much he felt like he was
going to burst, and the smell of her arousal was feeding into his. When her
fingers nudged the sheer material of her panties aside and he saw her own
juices on her fingers, he couldn’t wait anymore. With a calculated lunge, he
caught her around her middle, easing her gently but urgently to the floor, and
used a flick of one claw to leave her bare. Another flick of his hand
unfastened the zipper on his jeans and freed his rampant erection.
Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and save me
From the dark
A
distant part of his brain registered the song lyrics. How many times had
Jubilee done that for him? When he was in his darkest moods, so lost he
couldn’t find his own way back, dying inside, she’d called his name and saved
him from his own personal darkness. When Magneto had ripped the adamantium from
his body he’d gone feral; he’d become so used to having the stuff on his body
that he’d felt like he’d let the team down because he wasn’t the same old
Wolverine. It had taken a long time to find his way back that time, but Jubilee
had been a constant presence, light at the end of his dark tunnel, the entire
time. And then, later, when Apocalypse turned him into Death…again she’d been
there, calling his name into the darkness, and again he’d responded. He had to.
She had always called him, in perfect trust, believing that he would answer
her; and he had…until Bastion. How many times had she sat in her cell and
called his name, helplessly, hopelessly, faced with something she couldn’t
fight against, something she needed his strength to bear…and he hadn’t
answered? And how many times did she cry his name as she hung there dying of
shock and blood loss and lack of oxygen on the cross the Church of Humanity had
nailed her to? Had her last thought, before darkness claimed her, been
betrayal, a feeling that he hadn’t answered her call yet again?
And
wasn’t her behavior now just another cry for help, for his help? Could he
withhold that help because of his own morals, ethics? Could he deny his body
and soul something they both wanted so desperately and send her into this strip
club seeking male approval?
No. Come
on, the beast in him taunted, you know you want her…and it was true,
he did. He couldn’t deny himself that, not when she wanted it too. She’s
friggin’ twenty-two. She ain’t a kid anymore, you noticed that after she came
home the last time. Let Cyke get his briefs in a bunch over us; I ain’t gonna
lose sleep over it.
And as he lowered his head to
look at her, he found, after all, that it was an easy choice because he’d
already made it in his head long ago.
All of this time
I can’t believe I couldn’t see
Kept in the dark
But you were there in front of me
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years, it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything…
The music faded into the
background as he dipped his head, tasting the salt sweat on the skin of her
throat. The skin was so fragile, so sensitive…he nipped gently, ever so gently,
with his teeth, and she surged upward under him, whimpering his name in a soft,
honey-sweet, caressing tone. He’d never heard ‘Logan’ come from her lips in
quite that tone of voice before, and it was like a jolt of electricity straight
to his groin. His dick sprang up even harder, more erect and throbbing. He
dipped his head down, further, licking the hollow at the base of her throat,
licking a warm, wet path down her cleavage and around her nipples, taking each
one of the already erect buds and sucking them into bullet hardness. She had
good-sized nipples, about the size of the tip of her pinky; all the better to
grab onto…and he did, with teeth and tongue, feeding on her soft moans and
cries as he fed on her flesh.
He licked downward, over her
flat, toned belly; then further down, to the neatly-trimmed bush of dark pubic
fleece. She kept it trimmed to a small triangle right over her slit, the point
pointing downward, as if in invitation for further exploration of what lay
between those puffy pink labia. He took the invitation, accepted it greedily,
his tongue dipping between her folds as his hands came down on her hip bones,
holding her down as she tried to arch up, tried to shove more of her eager sex
against his exploring mouth.
His tongue parted her folds,
found that tiny nub of nerves that was the center of her sex, and licked. She
gasped, her body going rigid. He took a long time to lick her there as she
begged him in breathless pants to let her come, please just let her
come…tasting her sweetness on his lips, looking at the faint-but-still-there
bite scars on her clit. Someone had bitten her there. No prizes for guessing
who, he thought sourly to himself as he licked those marks, trying with his
touch to erase the memory of the pain the bastards had caused her and were
still causing her, emotionally and mentally. When he was absolutely positive
that she was going insane with need and he couldn’t hold out for another
second, he went to his knees over her there on the floor and sheathed herself
in her hot, wet tightness.
Tight, indeed. Almost virginally
tight. She gave a gasp of not-quite-pain as he slid into her, then eased out,
then back in. “Jubes…” he had to fight the words out between gritted teeth,
trying to keep himself from pounding into her deep and hard, “Are you
protected?”
“Yes,”
Jubilee sounded like she was fighting for words too. “I’m…on…the pill… Oh, God,
Logan…” He’d liked hearing her say the nickname Wolvie, though he’d never admit
it to anyone else…but hearing her say his name in the throes of passion was
something else, too. When she gasped his name again, whimpering with passion
and need, he gave up trying to control himself or her, and raised his hands.
She arched her hips upward, burying him inside her as fast and hard as she
could. Logan wanted to slow her down, afraid that she might hurt herself (he could feel his cock bottoming out inside
her) but she pushed his hands away as she gasped and pumped them both to that
unbelievable, fireworks-in-the-brain climax. For someone without a lot of
experience she was incredible…and then he almost choked on his own roar and
fell off his peak as a sudden thought occurred to him. She didn’t notice, which
was fortunate, and finally her vaginal muscles finished trying to milk his
penis and she went limp under him. When her eyes finally lost that glazed look,
he leaned over her and kissed her cheek gently. “Jubes,” he said quietly, “tell
me something.”
“Anything,”
she panted.
“You’re
too good at this for this to have been the first time. Have you ever done this
for anyone else?” Here? Please, don’t let the answer be yes…
“No,”
Jubilee slid out from under him. “Really. Not here. The last time I pleasured a
man like that…actually let him inside me...it was back at the base. The guards
threatened to hurt me if I didn’t try to get them off, so I did what I could
and learned what to do to make a man come. I didn’t want them to hurt me more
than they already had. They stopped hurting me so much when I stopped fighting
them. I already had to deal with pain from the interrogations; I didn’t want to
have to put up with pain when I went back to my cell.” She stared at her hands,
suddenly shy. “You’re the first one since…since them. And…I’ve never had an
orgasm during sex before. It always hurt too much.”
“Oh,
Jubilee.” Logan gathered her in his arms again. “Sex ain’t supposed ta hurt,
darlin’. Maybe a little the first time, but if it hurts afterwards then the
guy’s doin’ somethin’ wrong. I never want ya ta feel that again; ya shoulda
never felt it in the first place, an’ I’m sorry ya did. I’ll never let it
happen again. I promise.” And even though it wasn’t the first time he’d
promised her anything, and he’d broken promises to her before, he felt a subtle
change in the body he held, some subtle shift in her muscles. She was more
relaxed.
“Now,
whaddaya say we blow this dump?”
Jubilee’s
stomach suddenly growled, and Logan grinned as she giggled. “Yeah, I’m kinda
gettin’ hungry. Let me pay Cherrie for the evening and the room and we’ll go.”
Jubilee pulled on her clothes (minus the bra and panty, and Logan was getting a
hard-on just imagining what he’d feel like if he were those shorts!) and he
zipped himself up. “Go on out, Wolvie. I brought my bike; I assume you brought
yours?” he nodded, suddenly wondering how he’d missed seeing Jubilee’s motorcycle
in the parking lot. Must be slipping in his old age. He went out, watched as
she went off to the back rooms presumably to see this ‘Cherrie’ and settle her
bill.
She
joined him a very few minutes later, buckling her helmet on as she came out.
“Ready to go, Wolvie?” She swung one long, tanned leg over the bike, and it was
all he could do not to grab her off the bike and fuck her there in the parking
lot again. But an idea popped into his head, and he gave her a wolfish grin as
he settled astride his bike. ‘Let’s get back to the mansion.”
She
read his mind; she always did. “Not done yet?” she said grinning challengingly.
“Not
by a long shot!” he called to her over the roar of their motorcycles. “Just
wait, Jubes…you have no idea what you started…!”
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