I do not dare actually tell you all how long this single chapter has taken me to write. There are many people and distractions I could blame, mainly those of the real life, annoying variety but... If I begin to ramble, you'll never shut me up.

This chapter is sponsored by the slab of Hershey's milk chocolate that was alive and still breathing as of two hours ago. Sadly I ate it all. Yes, all of it. All to myself while writing the last half of what you are about to read. I really do dread to think how many calories I have just polluted my body with. But God, did it taste good. So thank you, ady/Mrs. David Tennant/Yank/Yak!

Yet again I'm going to mention the new Rogan board we've launched. I've already seen a few people on there that I recognise, but come on Rogan fans - join, read and ramble. The link is on the homepage of my profile if anybody is interested in doing just that. And we don't all bite, I promise.

Thanks to everybody that reviewed the last chapter: Notsoashamed, Raven, Sic, Jnetrich, Miss. Reserved, Comic, OroroMunroe and Seph.

I did try so damn hard to write bastard Logan, but it isn't really happening. There might be a few flickers of His Royal Bastardness in this chapter though. This is supposed to be a dark Rogan afterall. Do expect strong language, thoughts of a sexual nature, sexual acts and of course more language.

The darkness will begin to cloud each chapter from now on. That's if my Rogan muse would stop abandoning me, and hiding under my bed in my hour of Rogan need!

Please enjoy and keep an eye on your chocolate stash – You never know when I may strike.

Mine

Wolverine slammed the toilet seat down and parked his ass on the porcelain. She was taunting him with the swing of her hips and the lazy, slack movements as she stepped into the shower, her long hair tumbling down her pale back. She was fucking taunting him. Taunting him, the motherfucking Wolverine.

Logan watched her, his thoughts making his cock hard, painful against the denim. One swift motion at his zipper and he could take her in the shower, pound her against the wall until the tiles came loose. Fuck her into oblivion, suck on her tits, make her scream his name. His inner animal demanded that he do everything in his power to banish the bruises on her skin and mark her as his. Bite her until she was begging him to stop, explore her folds with his tongue...

He stood, hell bent on doing something, anything to stop the ache in his crotch. Jerking off wasn't an option, he had her now, Marie. His Marie. She would wash away his tension with the roll of her tongue across his dripping cock.

"Logan?"

Her soft and sultry Southern voice snapped him out of his musings and he made the mistake of looking at her. Shit, she looked innocent suddenly, scared, unsure of his presence. He could smell her desperation mixed with lust and want. His eyes settled on the bruises across her collar bone and he growled.

"Shower and make it quick." He snapped, his eyes dancing over the thick mass of curls between her thighs. That special fucking place was calling him, singing his song and his fingers twitched.

Marie complied with his order, reluctantly, he noted, but it was compliance nevertheless.

Logan head began to swim with the stench of her lust and still he didn't move, he couldn't fuck her again. She hadn't earned it yet. His dick deep inside her was a reward for good, submissive behaviour. And he could read her body language like his favourite biker magazine. Probably masturbate to it, also.

She glanced at him, the annoyance of not being touched evident on her face.

"Kid, I said make it quick."

Her movements were now tightly controlled, her gaze hard, her shoulders stiff. She stepped under the torrent of warm water, reached for the bar of soap and he recognised the emergence of Rogue.

This was textbook behaviour where Marie was concerned and shit, he should have seen this coming. He hadn't seen the patten at first, not when she was around others and acting out. But after the first time they'd truly swapped furious words, fought over her stupid assed decisions she'd made on her first solo mission, Logan had come face to face with Rogue.

Except this time, he was the one in control and he wouldn't be getting slapped. No fucking way.

He smirked and shook his head. "If I'd known Rogue would be droppin' by, I'd have rolled out the red carpet." He snorted with his ever vocal eyebrow voicing it's own opinion on the matter.

A pair of sullen eyes met his amused face. "Standing there watching makes you a pervert, Logan. Did you know that?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. Again.

"I kinda like that title. You think I can get it on a mug?"

Logan bit back the shit eating grin that was threatening to break on his face. He smelt her anger at his remark and noticed her furiously working her hands and bar of soap closer towards her inner thighs.

"If you won't touch me, I'll find somebody that will. I'm not joking." She warned him. Although he took it more as a thinly veiled threat and the Wolverine didn't react well to being threatened.

A growl rumbled from his chest, the vibrations causing the ache in his cock to grow to an almost painful level. "Marie, you wouldn't get past me and your ass ain't leavin' this fucking apartment."

"You arrogant, pretentious bastard." She scoffed, flicking the wet hair from her face and turning the shower off. "There are ways to get past even the likes of you, Wolverine."

He stood silently for a moment or two, taking in her perfect body, his dick clawing to get free from his jeans. Logan contemplated how many times he could take her before she even knew what was happening, show her how he liked it rough... How she would like it, too. But he had to control his urges, at least for now. And when she quit acting like a horny, irritating little brat, he'd throw on a miners helmet and go a drilling and exploring for the G spot in her tight, hot and humid heat.

Logan snorted and turned his back on her."Those are some big fightin' words, darlin'."

Just words and Marie certainly likes to run her mouth off. I don't usually pick the loud mouthed types, although I always share the sack with the screamers.

As he stalked towards the door with a smirk on his face, a noise and the weight of her words slammed against his solid chest as he whipped around, catching the wet, soapy Marie in his arms.

She fought against his tightening grip as he captured both her wrists, securing them in his large hand and grinned down at her.

"Nice try, kid. But I'd say you're a little rusty, too slow and at a disadvantage."

Her eyes narrowed at his assessment and she tilted her head up, her jaw set in determination.

"Logan..." She whispered the heat rising in her voice and he felt her arms go slack. Her hips brushed against his and he growled, releasing her immediately. "Would you mind at all if I...?" Her hands were undoing his belt and Levi buttons before he had the chance to reconsider the no fucking her rule.

"If you what?" Logan's voice sounded gruffer then usual as her hand slipped into his jeans and she stroked at his favourite appendage. He was sure it was an appendage and would therefore be labelled as such. His dick was as big as his fucking limbs, and could be used as a spare leg if necessary.

Then Marie did something he never would have expected. She dropped to her knees, still naked and looking all the more fuckable with her lips at the tip of his very favourite appendage.

She took him, all of him and he was fucking enormous. No boasting on his part. He was big, huge even. Logan wondered if when he pulled out he'd have her tonsils hanging from the tip of his cock.

If so, that would be a serious accomplishment and he might have to reconsider his stand on his career. Maybe a surgeon was the way to go. He would remove women's tonsils with his dick and get off on it at the same time.

After all, he loved getting sucked off. It was the same feeling he experienced when his hockey team thrashed their rivals or he smashed through another record in a danger room simulation...

"Goddamn, Marie." He hissed as she dragged her teeth over his stiffening length.

Okay, maybe not. This was even fucking better. She glanced up at him with those big brown eyes and he felt himself willing to do anything and everything for her. He'd bend over backwards, grow a handlebar moustache, become a vegetarian, sell his motorcycle and only wear pink if she asked him to.

Fuck, she's good. So damn good at this. This is the best I've ever had. So many bimbos and barflies have sucked me off over the years, too many to remember. But they were only tacky whores with their bleach blond hair, false nails and left red lipstick stains on my damn dick.

This girl is different. I've watched her grow over the years, seen her make her mistakes, sat with her when she shed tears over some teenage drama I didn't give a shit about. Her whoring days are over with now. The only fucker that's going to have her lips wrapped around his cock, is me. Hell, I'm the biggest fucker going in more ways then one. Yeah, I'm being suggestive. Look at her, my Marie on her knees sucking my tension away.

Logan found his voice. It had been waiting for his body to climax. He growled at the release, spilling all he had into her mouth, even staring her down until she swallowed. She did swallow and without complaint or a grimace. Only licked her lips and cocked her head to the side.

Tucking his well taken care of cock back into it's snug home and zipping it away from her unwavering gaze, he arched his eyebrow at her.

"You do some nice work."

Marie smiled. But it didn't reach her eyes. "I know."

She was too sure of herself and he didn't like that. He needed to put her squarely back in her place where she belonged. Logan didn't pull any punches and wasn't about to start now.

"How much do you charge for that service?" He demanded gruffly, scratching his jaw and reaching for his back pocket where he kept his wallet.

Sure enough, her anger instantly spiked and she clambered rather gracefully to her feet for somebody that had just had the added luxury of giving him a blow job. Women, he'd never understand them. They would screech and get all excited over petty shit like who had won a God awful singing contest on some reality show. But when they caught sight of his dick or he came in their mouth, nothing. And that just wasn't right.

"Fuck you!" She screamed, swinging her fist back and obviously hoping to catch him unaware. Maybe she was was too pissed to care, not that it mattered because his reflexes were second to none.

One swift movement and Logan had her arm twisted behind her, and her back crushing against his chest with a hand pressing down on her hip, keeping her firmly in place.

His lips brushed over her neck, teeth clamping down on her clammy skin, making her shudder and moan. Wolverine needed to mark his girl before a rule could be made. This had to be done his way. The scent of her lust caused him to smirk as he bit into the flesh, relishing in the knowledge that she loved the feral side of his personality.

"Yeah, that's right, Marie. You'll be fucking me, and only me. I ever smell another scent on you or catch you with another guy," He snarled, his fingers bruising her hip and licking the bite mark. "And I swear to God, I will gut the son of a bitch."

Logan wasn't sure what he would do to her, he didn't want to think about it. The thought of hurting Marie physically didn't sit right with him and made his blood run cold. But his temper was hard to tame at times and he couldn't... Wouldn't share her with anybody. Not for all the beer and handcuffs in the world.

She didn't answer him and he didn't much care. The message had gone through loud and clear, all she needed to do was glance at her reflection in the mirror, and his words would come crashing down on her. Marie was now marked, her lips were tainted with his taste and she was his.

"Go get dressed, darlin'." Logan commanded, pushing her gently away from him and ignoring the lust filled look she threw his way. After all, she could wait and it wasn't like either of them were going anywhere any time soon. "And eat some pizza. You'll need the energy."

A muttered curse of "Asshole" followed by the slam of the bathroom door caused him to snort and shake his head. The attitude she displayed turned him on to such a point, he was tempted to throw the fucking door open, ram his enormous dick down her throat, grab fistfuls of her hair and roar as he came.. Again. He liked to roar and really didn't do it as often as he should.

She's right, I am an asshole. Hell, I'm surprised it took her so long to come to that conclusion. And I shouldn't be ramming anything anywhere... Well, not until she quits with the charming behaviour she's taken to displaying. I'm gonna keep my huge appendage to myself for now, no more getting sucked off if I can help it. Even if it would be time damn well spent.

Letting the cold tap run at the sink, Logan sighed as he heard the sound of the television volume being played with. His enhanced hearing detecting the sounds of Marie dressing until it was drowned out completely by a shitty music channel and equally shitty rock band.

Splashing his face with the water and hoping to crush his urges until he was ready to unleash them on a thoroughly well behaved and wanting Marie, he mulled over the past twenty four hours.

He had no idea where any of these dominating thoughts had originated from. It wasn't often that he acted like the true bastard he was. He just felt a strong connection to her, so fucking strong that he couldn't bare to let her leave his side. Especially not if she wanted to take a whistle stop tour of the city fucking men meaner then him for cash. Any men... Or women. He didn't even want her touching herself, let alone others.

Logan wanted to be the only person to touch her, taste her, feel her slick walls tightening against his dick as he took her roughly on the couch with her hands cuffed behind her back.

And then there were the handcuffs. When the fuck had all that started? He had no damn idea, he really didn't. Maybe he'd always liked bounding women up, restricting their movements, being in control, even before the memory loss. Or it could just be the fact that he was a kinky pervert that got off on shiny objects. Logan sincerely hoped it wasn't the latter because that would have made him a Pansy ass with a fetish.

Rolling his eyes as the music continued to assault his ear drums, he turned off the tap and stalked to the door. This he could handle, all he needed to do was walk out there and not fuck her, how hard could that be?

"Not fuckin' hard at all..." Logan growled ferociously, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he opened the bathroom door and cocked an eyebrow at the empty apartment.

He was currently missing a very important link to his new life. The life that now revolved around protecting, dominating, handcuffing, throttling and punishing the girl that had just run out on him.

His rapidly darkening eyes swept the room, pinpointing the TV, his empty pocket and the front door that had been left wide open in her rush to escape.

She'd fucking played him. Marie had played him, the Wolverine. Sucking him off had been a ruse to steal the key from his pocket. She had planned every little detail, even turning the volume up on the TV to mask the sounds of her unlocking the door and knowing full well that he'd hang back in the bathroom after she'd stormed out.

"That damn kid, I'm gonna kill her."

Realisation slowly dawned on Logan, and he barrelled out of the door determined to track down his prey. The longer he stood there acting like a wuss and letting his brain conjure up ways to rectify the situation, she was getting further away from his grasp.

His combat boots pounded against the floor as he tore down the corridor following her scent and skidding to a halt beside the doors that led to the stairs. She hadn't taken the elevator, but the stairs instead. He could hear her heavy breathing, her lungs screaming for her to stop and rest, her feet as she scurried down each step and the mumbled curses that floated from her Southern lips when she almost tripped.

Logan's face lit up with a cold and calculated feral smirk and he threw the doors open, not caring if he scared her shitless. He was so far beyond the realms of sheer anger, his fucked up brain felt as though it was in a different damn continent to the rest of him. Somewhere warm maybe, with pitchforks and hourly cage fights.

Sure enough, when he gazed over the railings, cockily leaning an arm over the side and caught sight of her startled face, Marie smelt frightened. Looked it, too.

Shit, look at that mean scowl of hers. The girl really does have some balls. Thank fuck they ain't the real thing, though. 'Cause I'm hard and it's all for her and that attitude of hers. This isn't just about dragging her ass onto the right path any longer, nah. I want to own every inch of that body of hers, she needs to be mine. Only mine.

That might make me the biggest bastard going, but I don't fucking care. If she stays in my bed and by my side every minute of the God damn day, then nobody will ever lay a hand on her again. They won't touch what is mine, they won't fuck what is mine, they won't even look at what's mine.

I can break that cute attitude of hers with my dick and she sure as hell won't be running again. If I have to leave her alone, she'll be handcuffed to my bed. Stripped naked and waiting for me to return and fuck her hard. The girl can't be trusted yet, but she will learn. Mark my words, she will fucking learn.

She stopped for a moment, hesitated, but that quickly morphed into self assurance and a heavy dose of confidence that would lead to her downfall. He knew that, she must have also, not that it stopped her from pissing him off further by continuing to run.

Wolverine pushed himself lazily off the railing, taking his time to crack the uncomfortable kink out of his neck. Rolling his shoulders, he readjusted his big ass belt buckle and scratched his heavy set jaw.

"Let the good fuckin' times roll."

Stopping himself short of checking his watch, and with a deafening roar, Logan sprinted after her.