Title: Bulletproof

Author: Tamjan

Email: <a href="mailto:tamjan1960@yahoo.com">tamjan1960@yahoo.com</a>

Subject: X-Men Movie AU

Pairing: Wolverine and Rogue aka Logan and Marie

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the X-Men, except my fantasies about Hugh Jackman!

Archive Rights: Any group I post to, all others must get permission. 

Rating: R

Summary: Logan becomes a fan of Marie's snack habits

Category: Hetero Romance/Humor

Author's Warning: Strong Language, Sex, and Lots of Humor (hopefully) 

Feedback: Of course, I want feedback. Bring it on! Love it? Hate it? I wanna know.



<center>Bulletproof
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Logan scrunched down in his favorite chair in front of the big screen TV. He wrenched the twist-cap off his beer; the satisfying whoosh of release and the clink of hitting the wastebasket across the room brought a smile to his face. Two points for him! He was watching his favorite hockey team kick the other team's ass, his bunched up muscles relaxing with each swig of icy liquid going down his parched throat. He grabbed up a handful of buttery popcorn from the large bowl perched on his lap and popped a few kernels in his mouth, relishing the creamy taste hitting his tongue.

The bedroom next to his had become his private sitting room, after more than several heated complaints to Charles about the kiddy shows he was forced to endure when there was a hockey game in progress. Who gave a crap what happened to "Friends"? Nothing could ruin this night for him, nothing. He heard the distinct click of the doorknob being turned and then groaned as the door closed again. It wasn't one of the kids or one of their enemies invading the mansion. No, it was someone more dangerous than that; it was Marie. He growled to himself when her fresh, just-showered scent invaded his nostrils.

"What are you doing, Marie?"

She giggled, her slippers scuffing across the floor, and then she plopped into the loveseat to the left of his chair, in the corner closest to him. "They're watching some dumb comic book heroes movie downstairs. I figured I'd watch the game with you while I read my girlie magazine, as you like to call it. A woman has to keep up on the latest fashions, you know."

She kicked off her slippers then leaned over in his direction and reached for his crotch. Logan's breath seized and his hands gripped the arms of the chair for dear life, as she wrapped her delicate fingers around a handful of popcorn, inadvertently pressing the bottom of the bowl into the tight crotch of his jeans. "Mmmm, popcorn, how'd you know I was still hungry?" She purred as she wriggled around, trying to find the perfect point of relaxation. Logan barely managed to start breathing again.

The satisfied noise she made as she balanced a single kernel on the end of her sexy pink tongue before wrapping it back to disappear between her full lips made his erection even harder than it was a second ago, if that was possible. Logan looked down at his hands, white-knuckled, still digging into the chair. He silently willed his fingers to peel themselves from the leather, the deep indentations of his fingertips still visible, as he hurriedly took another swig of beer. He spewed beer out his nose and sucked for oxygen as it went down the wrong way and burned his nose hairs.

His chest wracked with spasms as he fought to recover. Popcorn flew everywhere when he missed catching the bowl, as it fell from his lap, and it exploded on the floor in all directions. It didn't help any when Marie rushed across the floor and straddled his thighs, and then wrapped her arms around him to pound on his back. Her nipples taut against the thin satiny material of nightgown and matching robe weren't helping his choking attack one bit.

Turning blue from lack of oxygen or not, it took everything he had not to bury his face in her chest and take one of her erect nipples between his teeth. This was more enticement than even he could stand. He bucked backwards from the temptation in front of his eyes, projecting her further forward into his already tortured crotch. He accidentally bit his tongue, and then gritted his teeth in pain until he swore one of them had cracked under the pressure, as her pubic bone made contact with his, her breasts slammed into his chest, and her mouth was pressed against the shell of his ear. He groaned in misery as her warm, sweet breath penetrated his skin, sending spikes of excitement up his spine as she drawled, "Are you okay, Logan?"

Tremors shot through his body as he fought to reply. Oh no, he was far from f-ing okay. He grimaced in pain when she wriggled her cute, toned, bitable ass against the top of his muscled thighs. He suspected the tempting witch did it on purpose, as she innocently pushed herself up with her heated palms against his chest, her fingernails digging into his wife-beater covered pecs. My God, she could not possibly be unaware of the huge erection threatening to rip through the buttons of his jeans. He barely hissed through his teeth, "I'm...fine". He could feel the sweat trickling down his forehead.

Marie gripped the arms of the chair as she removed herself from his lap and then crunched her way back to the loveseat. He swore he heard her giggle as she plopped into her seat, brushing the popcorn from the bottoms of her feet as she glanced sideways at him. Jesus,  she knew all right. That's just great! Logan had another Marie-induced fixation to battle now; he couldn't even watch her eat popcorn without getting a high hard one. 

Get a grip, Logan! That was the problem, the main problem. He'd been getting a grip every night for the past six months fantasizing about her. Okay, several grips every night because of Marie. Cold showers, reading dirty magazines, working out when everyone was asleep, and masturbating like an untried pubescent teenager wasn't solving his insomnia problems. It terrified him beyond anything he'd faced in his life, the Brotherhood included, that Marie held his sanity in palms of her petal-pink polished hands. His unmanageable erection flexed against his jeans again, a reminder of its constant presence when Marie was within a ten-mile radius.

She was sitting across from him with a satisfied, cockteaser's smile turning up the corners of her not-so-innocent lips as she continued flipping through the pages of her magazine, wriggling her polished petite toes into the velour material beneath them. He snapped out of his dreamy state when he heard the roar of the crowd on TV. Damn it, did he just miss another goal? Hell yes, he did.

Angrily, he nudged the coffee table across the rug with his boot, and then winced in pain as he stood up suddenly. He was definitely going to start wearing looser jeans if this kept up. Marie's eyes grew larger as he released the top two buttons of his jeans, her lower lip gripped in her teeth expectantly. Logan replied saucily, "Don't get all excited, sweetheart. I've got to pick up this damned popcorn you spilled." He got on his hands and knees, grabbed the empty bowl, turned it upright, and then began scooping up the ruined popcorn into the bowl. Charles was going to be pissed if he heard about the greasy stain in his carpet.

She shot him a dirty look. "I'm not the one who spilled the popcorn and you know it."

He growled in reply and he brushed his jeans. "Well, it's your fault, I spilled it in the first place. So there." He placed the bowl on top of the coffee table and then went over to his mini-fridge to grab another beer. He raised the icy beer to his lips and right as he took a long pull on it, she did it again.

"I suppose it's my fault, you have that gigantic hard-on, too."

Beer spewed everywhere, except it missed his nose this time. All over the picture on the wall, his hands, the carpet...again. Fuck, he was gonna be cleaning carpet for a week if this kept up. She didn't bother helping him this time, when he'd recovered enough to piece words together and could stand up straight again, he cockily replied. "Nope, babe, that's just genetics."
 
Marie shook her head laughing as he struggled to refasten the top buttons of his jeans. "Hmmph, you have an ego as big as your ... never mind." Her eyes flashed at him in frustration when she couldn't finish the sentence and then lowered them to skim the magazine again.

"Heh! Cock? I think you'd better keep your eyes on your girlie mag there and off my crotch."

She mumbled as he returned to his chair. "I was going to say your imagination."

He faced his chair, secretly undid the top two buttons again, and pulled his t-shirt out before he turned and then sat down. "Sure, that's what you meant." His "imagination" was making his jeans unbearable tonight. Great, at least he witnessed that goal! He glanced from the corner of his eye suspiciously as he took a cautious, small mouthful of beer in silent celebration and gulped it down quickly. Was that another giggle out of her? Ut oh, Marie was humming. That meant one thing and one thing only. She was plotting something. Trouble, no doubt. Logan felt the sweat forming, his eyebrow arched in her direction, as he waited for the boom to drop. It didn't take long.

"I'm still hungry, being as how you spilled all the popcorn." Here it comes. She rose slowly, brushed down her robe as she went for his fridge. He heard the freezer door open, rustling around, and then she shut it quietly. She turned around, hiding something at her side. "I'm so glad you got me some goodies to keep in your fridge. Thanks." She flashed a sexy grin at him as she returned to her seat. Humming, she was humming again.

He could hear the plastic crunching between her fingers, but he couldn't see what she held down along her side. His brain was doing a lightning fast inventory of what his freezer contained. Two ice trays, one Eskimo pie that even Marie wouldn't risk taking, one steak, what else? He knew she was up to something when she sat at the farthest corner of the loveseat, instead of where she had sat previously. This was going to be good.

Oh shit, not that! He grabbed his beer to take a giant gulp, paused, thought better of it, and replaced it between his thighs. Nope, there had been enough wasted beer tonight. Logan quickly thought again, took the beer from between his legs, and placed it at a safe distance, on the coffee table. A more stable environment. He couldn't risk pulling broken glass out of his balls when his thighs snapped shut.

He felt the tingle at the back of his neck first, then the rush of fire running down his spine as she revealed her "goody". Logan swallowed hard as his eyes fixated on her fingers as they delicately tore the clear wrapper, peeled it down to the wooden stick, and twisted it around the bottom of a long, hard, phallic, bright orange and red Bullet Popsicle. Obviously, he was not meant to enjoy his hockey game tonight. Marie and his hard-on had other ideas. His eyes glazed over and he shut them tight. Another giggle?

He had barely escaped the first time she'd whipped a Bullet out...barely. A few weeks prior, he was in the garage working on his, no, One-Eye's bike. She had licked it once, just once, from bottom to top and he was a goner. The bike wasn't the only thing that needed a tune up that day. His feeble excuse was being all dirty; he dropped everything, and then ran to gym. He did an hour workout, and took a thirty-minute ice-cold shower. Thank God, none of the boys came in during his shower; spanking his monkey didn't even begin to describe the self-abuse he performed that day or that night, to tell the truth. Expanding their warped educations on sex wasn't his goal in life.

There was no escape tonight, his favorite team was playing, damn it. He cautiously lifted an eyelid, then the other one, and then his fingers dug into the arms of his chair. Marie had been watching him the whole time, waiting, waiting for his destruction to begin. Her lips were covered in sweet, shiny Popsicle juice. Logan absentmindedly ran his tongue across his lower lip as he observed her doing the same thing. He might be almost indestructible, but he wasn't bulletproof, not of the Popsicle variety.

"What's the score, Logan? I've kinda lost track." She sucked on the tip of it and he could feel the blood draining out of his head, traveling all the way down to his other head. Two undone buttons wasn't cutting it. Fuck, how did he know what the score was? Hell, he didn't even know what year it was at this point!

"We're...ummm...ahead by two. I think." He grabbed a nearby pillow and covered his crotch. With any luck, he wouldn't be cleaning up spilled popcorn, beer, and feathers from the carpet tomorrow.

She laughed happily. "Three". She ran her tongue around the entire top of his cock. Not his cock, the Popsicle, damn it, that's what he meant.

His balls tightened and flexed. "Huh? Three what?"

"Points, silly. Your team scored. We're three ahead, now." She sucked the tip inside her mouth, Logan could see her tongue working the backside. He silently prayed that his team wasn't the only thing that scored tonight. He'd waited long enough, six months of hell, was long enough. He came unglued when Marie slurped loudly as she sucked the sweet juice of her treat. His claws weren't the only things threatening to pop out.

"Marie, I'm beggin' you. Stop."

Her eyes sparkled as she protested. "But I'm still hungry." She stuck out her red-coated tongue and then curled the sides of it in as she slid it back into her mouth. When the hell had she learned how to do that? He'd never seen her do that before tonight. She started sucking on the Popsicle again, ignoring him.

Logan groaned. "If you don't stop that right now, you're going to regret it. I'm serious."

She snapped at him. "Fine." She stopped licking it and the quickly melting Popsicle juices began running down her fingers. She held it out over the carpet. "You satisfied, now?" Great, now there was sticky red juice on the frigging carpet, would it ever end? Charles was going to have an apoplectic fit.

His sigh of relief didn't last long when she began licking the juice from her fingers slowly, one by one. Not just the tips, but all the way down to the base of each finger. That was as bad as watching her eat the frigging Popsicle. Then she switched to other hand and started all over again.

Logan snapped. "Okay, that's it. I can't take this anymore!" He rose from the chair, glared at her as she slowly rose from the loveseat and tried to dart around the opposite end of the coffee table for the door. His arm shot out and grabbed one small wrist as she tried to get by.

She squealed. "Logan, I was only teasing you."

He removed the Popsicle from her hand, dipped a shoulder into her stomach, and lifted her over his back. "I'm not teasing. Now, you're going to get what you've been begging for, all night."

Marie stopped pounding his back. "All night?" Oh my God, torturing him this past month, thanks to a few ideas from her friends, especially Jubes, was finally going to pay off. "I don't believe it."

He carried her into the bedroom, a trail of red juice on the carpet designating their path, and tossed her on the bed. Logan sucked the juices from his hand. "Have I ever lied to you?"

She meekly answered. "No."

He removed his now red-stained t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. "What makes you think I'm gonna start now?"

She gulped hard but issued no reply as he disappeared into the other room. Logan was tossing around things, looking for something, and then the noises stopped. He reappeared with the Popsicle; tip down, inside of a large glass. She looked again. There were two Popsicles side by side. "Oh, my."

"You said you were still hungry."

"Yes, but I ..."

He placed the glass on the dresser by the door, and then walked to the foot of the bed. Without saying a word, he pulled the bedspread, blanket, and top sheet down in one action, taking her with them. When she reached the end of the mattress, he lifted her backside and continued pulling them off the bed, leaving just the fitted sheet intact. Then he tossed everything off to the side, went over to the dresser, retrieved the glass, and set it out of the way at the end of the bed.

Logan pulled on her arms, lifting her to her knees. "Come here." He slid his arms behind her, grabbed her backside, and pulled her  forward against his solid chest.

Marie gasped as his heat made contact with her. "I'm not hungry anymore."

He pulled her tighter against him and then brushed his lips across the shell of her ear. "I am and you will be." His tongue ran along the edge and then he sucked her lobe between his teeth. His warm breath in her ear sent tremors down her already weak legs.

She was so distracted by his hands peeling off her robe, and then her nightgown, she couldn't think. "What was the final score?"

He laughed against her shoulder and then nipped it with his teeth. "We'll worry about that when we're finished."

She shrugged her shoulder and tossed her head back to look at him. "I'm serious."

Logan tangled his hand in her long hair, cupping the back of her head. "So am I." Then he pulled her to him and covered her mouth with his. She flinched at the initial contact, but when his thumb tugged her lower lip down and he penetrated her mouth with his tongue, she melted against him. Her arms slid around his neck and pulled him closer. He moaned into her mouth, deepening their kiss. He slowly broke the kiss, whispering "I've got to get outta these jeans. Lay back while I undress."

Marie obeyed him and slid up to the head of the bed, retrieving a pillow from the floor, and then tucking it under her head. Logan sat down on the end of the bed, removed his boots, and stood up to peel his jeans down, kicking them off his legs. She bit into her lip as she watched his muscles flex under his skin. She thought his ass would be beautiful, but this was even beyond her expectations. She covered her mouth, muffling the end of her "Oh my God".

Logan turned at his waist to face her, arching an eyebrow. "What's the matter?"

She hoarsely replied. "Nothing, nothing at all."

He smirked and then he turned around to face her. "You sure?"

Marie's eyes started at his corded neck, down to his lightly furred pecs, the well-formed abs, the taut flat stomach, the fine line of hair trailing down from his belly button to his erect, larger than life, penis. Michelangelo's statue of David came to mind, but Logan was much better endowed. "Holy...Toledo." She squirmed to the head of the bed, tucking her legs underneath her, and clutching her pillow against her chest.

He leaned into the mattress and started his slow, animal-like ascent to the head of the bed. "I'd prefer torpedo, if you don't mind." She yelped when he grabbed her ankle and pulled her down underneath him, spreading her thighs wide as he maneuvered between her legs, resting there.

"I had no idea."

"Obviously. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been teasing me all this time. I think I did fairly well at restraining myself, don't you?" He licked her lower lip from one side to the other.

She groaned. "I'd hate to see what you were like, unrestrained."

He turned her head to the side and ran his rough tongue down the side of her neck. "You're going to find out soon enough."

Hot, melting liquid pooled at the juncture of her thighs. "I am? When?"

Logan cupped her full breast, squeezing her erect nipple between his thumb and finger, as he whispered, "After I turn you into my favorite midnight snack."

Her loud groan was replaced with a moan as he kissed her again. His fingers traveling down her shivering belly to slide between her moist curls, and then his middle finger entered her. He removed it and grinned down at her, "Wet, but not quite wet enough." He slid to the foot of the bed before she could recover. She felt her ankles being spread apart and she looked in his direction. 

"Remember this?" He held up one of the melting Popsicles and wriggled his eyebrows at her.

She guiltily replied. "Yes."

He sucked it into his mouth and then licked it up one side with his long tongue. "You'll never forget what they're really for after tonight."

"What do you mean?"

Marie squirmed when he grabbed an ankle, rubbed the cold tip lightly against her skin, and then bent down, sucking the juice from her skin, swirling his tongue around her sensitive anklebone. "I can't explain it, I'll have to show you. It's more of a touching, visual thing. I touch...you watch."

She grabbed the pillow from above her and pulled it over her face. "I can't." She felt the liquid dripping onto the top of her foot, then all of her toes. She removed the pillow and propped her elbows beneath her. "What are you doing?" Marie watched him lift her foot and bring it to his mouth, his tongue licking the top of her foot.

"I'm starting at the bottom, and working my way to the top, but you have to watch everything I do." She tried pulling her foot from his hand, his grip tightened. "Just relax, watch, and enjoy."

Marie shivered uncontrollably. Her torturing him was nothing compared to what he was doing to her now. He dripped more liquid on her toes and began at the big toe, working his way across to the little toe. He repeated his actions on the opposite foot, then the opposite shin and so on, switching from one side to the other until he had her thighs wide apart and his shoulders were wedged between them. By this time, she could barely keep her head clear. He parted her now saturated curls with one finger, slid it inside of her. "Nope, still not quite wet enough."

"You have got to be kidding!" Marie's head fell back as she groaned.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"Well no, but you can't mean you're going to keep doing this."

Logan held up the dripping Popsicle. "This is only half gone, you've still got the other half to go."

She shrieked in frustration but stopped in mid-shriek when she felt the juice being dripped on her stomach, then further down, in her...oh my God, not there. She looked down and that's exactly what he was doing. Her knees were now wrapped over his shoulders and her body convulsed as he ran the tip of the Popsicle lightly down her already wet labia majora and back up again, his tongue following in its wake.

"Mmmm, you taste so sweet." Logan applied more pressure and spread her outer lips apart, first the Popsicle, then his tongue. As he progressed back up, he swirled the icy treat on her clitoris and then covered her with his mouth, sucking gently then hard.

Her fingers gripped the sheet as she gasped. "Stop, please stop." 

He gently nibbled her inner thigh. "Maybe next time you'll choose a warmer snack to tease me with...mmmm...like chocolate syrup. That would be fun."

"Please, Logan."

"Not just yet."

Marie looked down as he spread her apart, lifted her knees higher off the mattress with his shoulders, and then inserted the Popsicle inside of her. The tip of it swirled around several times and then he removed it. She was so hot, the cold sensation barely registered. By this time, she'd ripped the sheets with her nails. She watched as he sucked the Popsicle, covered in her juices, slowly, savoring the flavor.

"Mmmm, my favorite cherry-flavored treat, Marie-sicle." He bit off a small chunk of it, sucking it into his mouth and lowered his head again. She collapsed against the mattress as she felt his tongue enter her, the cold of his tongue sliding and inserting the chunk, sucking it slowly out, and then repeating the motion until it was totally melted from their combined body heat. She yelped and then screamed as the orgasm hit her, her fingers buried in Logan's hair as he continued to suck, stroke, and taste her. Her trembling legs collapsed against his shoulders.

"Now, you're wet enough." Logan covered her rapidly panting, perspiring body. In a daze, she heard him bite another chunk off and then felt him sucking her erect nipple into his mouth. She arched upward wanting more of the combined sensation of the heat of his mouth and the coolness of his tongue. He switched to her other breast and did the same thing.

"All Gone."

Marie tried to recover from her light-headness. "Huh?"

Logan stroked the nape of her neck as he kissed her cheek. "It's all gone. Now, we'll get to the good stuff."

"The good stuff? You mean it gets better."

"That was just the warm-up session.

"I'm definitely warm."

He nuzzled her neck, saying hoarsely. "Yes, you are. Warm and wet. Now, we have to score. However, there's a new rule for the game."

"What rule?"

His fingers were lightly stroking the taut skin at her
hipbone. "Every time I make you scream, I end up in the penalty box."

"What penalty box?"

"Your penalty box." His finger stroked between her wet curls. "There."

"Hmmph, that doesn't sound like much of a penalty. For you, I mean."

"It won't be. It's your penalty. There's no time limit. I get to stay there as long as I like."

"That's impossible."

"Scream and find out. For each scream, I'm going to stay for a longer period of time."

"You're going to time it."

"Yes, and I score a point for each one."

"That's not quite fair. I have no experience. How do I score points?"

"Okay, each time I call out your name, you score a point."

"Your penalty?"

"I have to give you a two-minute break and if I call your name out multiple times, you get the points plus you get to pick when to use the breaks."

"Even when you're in the penalty box, so to speak?"

"Yup."

"Well, that means we could be at this all night, maybe longer."

"Exactly."

Final score: a tie. On to the next game.

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