The Death of Me
Rating: M/NC-17

Things you should know: In this AU, Marie was never found by, or associated with any of the X Men, therefore, her life after running away from her parents was a bit less pleasant and made her a little bit less like the shy, virginal Marie we usually see in Rogan fics. She's lived and she's had to be tough, so she's kind of out of her "untouchable" shell and is bolder and spicier.

Logan, on the other hand, is a bit more mellow since he's been stuck with the X Men for a while. They've spent a lot of time trying to make him less of an animal and, to an extent, it has worked, so that's why he might not be as gigantic of a grunting douche bag in this fic.

Disclaimer: No own. No sue.

Marie stood in the foyer of the dusty old apartment building in a decrepit part of the city of Hartford, Connecticut, suppressing the desire to cough at the smell of mildew and mold.

She took some cautious steps inside and looked around as mutants scampered about, cleaning, moving furniture, fixing things.

After three years on the road, Magneto had finally picked out a proper headquarters for their cause. Right now, the place was in need of major fixing, which is why he had moved his entire crew there.

The superhuman strength of the Juggernaut combined with Magneto's ability to easily manipulate metal should have the place looking presentable in no time.

Mystique handed Marie a basket of cleaning supplies and told her to go pick her apartment. After climbing a few flights of stairs and peeking into a few helpless looking apartments, she found a decent looking studio and got to cleaning.

She'd joined the Brotherhood three years prior after narrowly escaping what her parents and their church called "a cleansing" in which the demons of her mutation would be removed.

Her father told her he'd rather see her dead than have a mutant daughter...well, Marie refused to grant him that satisfaction, so she decided to survive and eradicate his kind from the world.

Luckily, Magneto found her while she was squatting in an abandoned building. She'd been stealing to survive.

After years of intensive training/abuse from Magneto's right hand women, Mystique and Emma Frost, Marie had not only learned how to fight like a well trained mixed martial arts expert, but she had also learned to control her mutation.

Despite her skill, she was barred from engaging on the battle field and limited to training new recruits, organizing the headquarters and driving getaway vehicles.

Emma once told her it was because Magneto thought she was too impulsive and far too emotional for his liking.

When she asked Magneto about it, he smiled knowingly and brushed a strand of white hair out of her eyes, "Your time will come, Rogue. You have to let go of the human life you once knew...the one you once thought you would have. Embrace the powerful being that you are."

He was right. She still had too much human emotion and still did want the life she had dreamed about when she was still just a young, naive teenager in Mississippi.

Logan had just soothed his body beneath the warm spray of the shower after yet another Danger Room session.

Even though he was the best fighter the X Men had at their disposal, the professor and Scott kept complaining about his lack of respect for authority and his underlying hostility that stemmed from being under the command of a tool like Scott Summers.

Because of his "attitude", the professor and his fellow team members insisted that he participate in daily team building exercises and training sessions.

He reluctantly and begrudgingly participated while wondering why in the hell he didn't just hit the road again...

Usually, if things got too rough or too real for Logan, he hit the road and didn't look back. But after two decades of that same behavior, he had exhausted his options and funds. The cage fighting circuit was onto him and he couldn't keep living like an animal. He needed to do something that made him feel like he had purpose. He needed something to keep him human.

Unfortunately for him, the X Geeks were as good as it got for him.

After he pulled on a tank top, some jeans and a button down shirt, he stalked down to the kitchen.

He yelled "shit" loudly when he realized, yet again, that he was without beer. Just then, Storm walked in with one of the younger students.

Her perfectly arched eyebrows were raised in annoyance, "Language Logan...language."

If she wasn't such a tight ass, he would have considered her to be a pretty impressive specimen of a woman. Her smooth, caramel skin, majestic white hair and Playboy pin-up body made her a walking fantasy...but she was too far up on her high horse for his comfort...like everyone else in the mansion. Storm, like Jean, was really fun to look at, but too cold to get close to.

"Looking for libations, Logan?" she asked as she escorted the younger child to the kitchen table and got some cookies out of a cupboard.

He rolled his eyes at her use of the word "libations". Why couldn't she call it beer like everyone else? Was that a curse word too?

"Yeah. Thought I had some left."

She sighed and crossed her arms after setting the cookies in front of the young child, "You did, but Jean poured it out. We found some of the kids trying to sneak some to their rooms."

Logan growled and slammed the refrigerator shut, "You couldn't just bring it to my room?"

Storm flicked her hair over her shoulder and shrugged, "For the fiftieth time...this is a school. If you want to drink, I suggest you find elsewhere to do so."

He smirked, "You know, I think I will." As he walked out of the kitchen, he tossed a casual, "Tell Scott I'm taking his bike" over his shoulder.

As he disappeared down the hallway toward the garage, he heard Storm call after him, "Don't forget! Jean and Scott are out of town, so I'm gonna need your help with their classes tomorrow!"

Logan let out a sigh and grumbled. Right now, he was headed to a bar...any bar that served Molson's.

"Hm, your place is comin' together."

Marie's head snapped up to see the new recruit who called herself "Arclight" leaning against her door frame, "Yeah. It's clean at least...needs paint and spackle...and a miracle..."

Arclight laughed and nodded, "Right. Well, me, Callisto and a few of the other chicks wanna get outta here and go to a club in the city. You game, Rogue?"

She thought about it a bit and looked around her apartment, "Sure. Lemme just shower."

About forty minutes later, Marie had finished blow drying her hair and slipped into a shimmery tank top, some hip hugger jeans and peep toe sandals. The gang of girls burst into her room just as she applied the last of her lipstick, "Come on Rogue. Time to roll!"

It only took them about twenty minutes to drive the 45 minutes it usually took to drive to the city.

They made it to the bar, which was growing more and more crowded by the second. It wasn't long before the girls separated and found their own perspective dance partners/one night stands, leaving Marie at the bar, praying the bar tender would look her way so that she could order a damn drink.

When he finally did turn around, she flashed her fake ID and ordered a Molson's, which she took a grateful sip of. As she made her way through the crowd, she tripped on someone's foot and stumbled forward, spilling her beer on the chest of a large man, who, incidentally, was trying to make his way toward the bar.

"Oh shit! Fuck! I'm so sorry!" she yelled as she used the inadequate drink napkin that came with her beer to sop some of the liquid off of the large man's chest, stomach and...he caught her wrist before she got any lower.

"Uh...I got it."

It was then that she got the opportunity to really look at him. He was tall with broad shoulders and the blessed liquid she had spilled on him had soaked through his tank top and perfectly showed off his toned abs and delicious pecs.

She snapped out of her daze and frowned, "I'm such a damn klutz!"

The man nodded a little and took a step back to further survey his state, "It's fine."

Marie shook her head, "No, you're soaked. Lemme make it up to you. I'll buy you a drink."

He grumbled, "I dunno-"

"Come on. This is the most humiliatin' moment of my life and I need to smooth it over with somethin'" she said with a smile.

The man looked down, meeting her gaze for the first time since their encounter and seemed to melt before her very eyes. He cracked a smile and nodded, "Fine...a drink sounds good."

They made their way through the crowds back to the bar, where they found two empty stools and promptly sat.

She bit her lip as she glanced at him, "What'll you have?"

"Molson's."

Marie smiled brightly, "No shit! I drink that too."

He couldn't help but smile back. Logan had been so used to Ice Queen Jean and Cool Weather Storm that he'd forgotten what it was like to be around a woman who was actually warm.

"Two Molson's!" she yelled at the bar tender.

She turned back to him as the beers were delivered, "Here ya are, darlin'. One Molson's..."

They both took a drink out of their perspective glasses. She moaned softly in approval, "It's so much better out of the draft."

He nodded in agreement and narrowed his eyes, "What's your name?"

For a moment, she contemplated giving him the only name she had gone by for the past three years, but instead, she smiled and extended her hand, "Marie..."

He gently took her hand as he stared back into her eyes, "Logan..."

"It's nice to actually meet you instead of throw my drink on you."

Logan smirked, "Too bad it wasn't the other way around. I somehow think you'd look a little bit better in a wet t shirt than me."

Marie raised a brow, clearly impressed that this guy wasted no time in getting to the point. As she took another casual sip of her beer, she shrugged slightly, "Well, it doesn't look bad on you, that's for damn sure."

He leaned forward a little, "You know it's not fair that you can practically see through this shirt and I can't see a damn bit of you..."

Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she stared into his flickering, heated hazel eyes. This man meant business and she loved it! No bull shitting, no fake romance, just straight, animalistic attraction.

"Ya know...that IS unfair..." Marie said as she grasped a hold of the top of her tank top along with her bra cup and quickly yanked it down, giving him an eyeful of her left breast. Almost as quickly as she revealed herself, she was covered again.

Logan damn near choked on his beer as his eyes widened and he started chuckling. Marie laughed with him and put her hands up, "What? You think I'm one of those all talk, no action girls?"

As their laughter died down, he stared at her and narrowed his eyes, "You're not so bad Marie."

She shrugged playfully as she signaled for another beer, "Meh...you're tolerable."

That earned another low, discreet chuckle from Logan as he slid his new beer to the edge of the bar. They talked for nearly an hour after that.

When Marie got up to go to the bathroom, she ran into the group of remaining girls who hadn't disappeared from the bar with strange men, "We're gonna head to a club, wanna come?"

Marie shook her head and glanced back toward the bar, "Nah. You go ahead. I'll catch a cab back."

When she returned to the stool beside Logan, he had slapped some money down on the bar top. She feigned mild frustration, "I thought I was gonna pay for drinks?"

He stood and smirked as he grabbed her waist and yanked her body to him, making her breath catch in her throat, "You can pay for the room."

Logan led her out of the bar and around the corner where Scott's bike was parked. She eyed it and raised a brow, "Impressive. Yours?"

He laughed, "Somethin' like that. Hop on."

During their short bike ride to a nearby La Quinta Inn, Logan felt Marie's lithe hand slip from around his midsection to his crotch to caress the growing bulge there.

Damn...this girl was bringing him to his knees and he hadn't so much as kissed her yet.

As they checked in, he realized that most of the stimulation Marie had provided was through conversation and her warm, no nonsense of humor. He liked her...and that realization nearly scared him away...but the movement of her sexy hips in those tight jeans drew him right back in.

When they stepped into the room, they both briefly looked around before crashing into each other's arms and connecting their lips for a kiss that was so heated, the world around them should have spontaneously combusted.

His hands quickly and hungrily ran over her body, eagerly attempting to touch any and every part of her they could.

Marie responded by yanked his button down shirt off of his shoulders, then running her fingers through his hair.

All too soon, Logan broke the kiss, surprising even himself. She panted and looked into his eyes, "Somethin' wrong?"

He shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed as he continued staring up at her, "I wanna watch you undress." She licked her lips and began to yank off her top, but he stopped her, "No...slowly."

Marie was surprised at that, but found it sexy nonetheless.

First, she took off her shoes, one by one, before dropping them to the floor. Then, she unbuttoned and very slowly unzipped her jeans. As she hooked both thumbs inside of the jeans on either side of her hips, she wiggled a little and slowly slid the fabric down her thighs.

Logan's mouth dropped open as he watched her. This was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen...and he'd been to some of the nation's top strip clubs, so he knew sexy.

After she kicked her jeans away, she slowly glided her tank top over her head and tossed it aside. She continued to watch Logan with a sexy smirk on her face as he unbuttoned his pants and yanked off his tank top.

His chest was most definitely better naked...

She didn't know his mouth could hang open any wider until she opened her bra and gently shrugged it off.

A surge of warmth spread through her cheeks as a tint of redness overwhelmed her complexion. She laughed and looked away, "Shit!"

Logan broke out of his lustful reverie, "What? Somethin' wrong?"

"No! No...it's just-"

"You're not a virgin...are you?" he asked, seemingly dreading the answer to that question. He wasn't in the mood to deflower any virgins tonight.

"No! No! God no! It's just...I've never seen anyone look at me the way you are..."

He stood and gently traced his fingers over her cheek as he looked down into her eyes, "They should...they should fuckin' worship the ground you walk on baby."

With that, he dipped down for another kiss that rivaled the passion of their first just moments earlier. He pressed her smaller body to his as he felt her hardened nipples graze against his chest, making them both moan in pleasure.

Logan suddenly spun them around and laid her down on the bed as he settled between her legs and ground himself against her panties. Despite the fact that his jeans were still on, his erection only had about an inch worth of fabric to contend with before it could completely spring forward...which is exactly what it did when Marie reached down and pushed his jeans off of his ass.

She rolled her hips up into him and gasped desperately, "I need you...I need you."

Logan, not willing to move from atop her, reached between them, gripped the waist band of her panties and ripped them off, making her moan and shiver in excitement as he looked into her eyes.

He reached down and grabbed a hold of his dick before shoving it deep inside of her, burying it within her to the hilt. Marie arched and gasped as she shuddered in pleasure.

Despite the roughness of the act, there was deep affection in the aftermath of it as he kissed her softly on the lips and began to slowly and deeply move in and out of her.

She wrapped her long legs around his body and scratched at his back as they made love, rocking and undulating together, riding wave after wave of pre orgasmic pleasure.

Marie felt her sanity slipping stroke by stroke. He kept bringing her close to the edge...then snatching her back...over and over again. It was too much. The pleasure was too intense.

As Logan growled and hooked her leg beneath his arm to gain deeper access into her depths, she saw blotches of spots appear before her eyes. She literally felt as though she was going to black out as he drove her to the orgasm that he had been working to give her for the past several moments.

"Oh GOD!" was all she could manage to yell as she erupted, nearly losing consciousness in the process.

Just one thrust later, Logan came hard, roaring like an animal as he claimed her body with his seed.

They just collapsed there as panting, quivering masses that had been exposed to pleasures the gods were only allowed. It had to be some sort of mortal sin to feel as good as they did in each other's arms.

Logan kissed her shoulder, "You OK?"

All she could do was nod. It would be nearly ten minutes before she would regain her ability to speak.

Thirty minutes later, Marie laid on her side next to Logan, who was on his back with his hands behind his head. Both were equally naked.

"So...where you from?"

She giggled and ran a hand through her hair, "Isn't that the type of question you ask before you end up falling dick first on a girl?"

Logan shrugged and laughed, "Yeah, but better late than never, right?"

Marie nodded in agreement, "Guess so. I'm from Mississippi."

"Ah...so that's the accent."

She quirked a brow, "Couldn't place it?"

"I couldn't figure out whether you needed a banjo or a gee-tar for that accent o' yours, darlin'."

Marie scoffed and playfully hit him with the pillow before settling back down and propping her elbow up on it, "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Where you from, Logan?"

"Canada..." he said as he stared off into the distance.

She sat up a little, "Ya say that like you ain't sure."

Logan broke out of his thoughts and looked back at her, "I'm sure. So what do you do for a livin' Marie?"

Marie looked away, "Um...I don't wanna have to lie to you, so I'd just rather not say...OK?"

He nodded simply. He had to appreciate that she wasn't willing to lie to him, but he was curious as to why she refused to disclose the nature of her occupation. Poor thing was probably a stripper and ashamed of it...with a body like that-

The emergence of a new hard on as he stared at her naked body distracted him from all logical thought. Marie smirked and raised a brow at the new tent their sheets had sprouted as she playfully peeled them back and crawled over to him.

"You get it up..." she leaned down and ran a tongue over the tip of his cock, "...I put it down."

Logan let out a soft "oh shit" as her perfect, hungry mouth devoured his cock, sucking it greedily to the back of her throat and taking the time to lick and kiss each and every throbbing inch of his shaft.

She even played with and caressed his balls...something he'd never had done before...and something that sent him sky rocketing toward his second, powerful climax of the evening.

Not to be out done, Logan pushed Marie down on the bed and trailed kisses down the inside of her thigh until his lips met her sweet, velvety folds. He gently moved his fingers in and out of her sopping wet hole as he licked and teased her clit with his mouth.

She was barely able to keep still as he licked her. She gripped the sheets and writhed in ecstasy as she murmured nonsense about how perfect he was.

The cry that she emitted when she came was so powerful, Logan had to look up to make sure there weren't any tears in her eyes. Her body trembled for almost a half hour after that encounter.

Soon, Logan pulled on his jeans and rushed down to the vending machine to stock up on water, candy and snacks. After all, they needed to keep their energy up and stay hydrated if this was going to be the kind of night they were going to have...

Marie was still naked, sitting up on her knees flipping through the channels when he returned with his arms full of junk food.

He was actually very impressed (and kind of turned on) when she dove into the chips and Twizzlers. Most women he knew refused to be in the same room as junk food like this for fear that they would breathe in airborne calories. Marie, as she had proven time and time again this evening, was a definite exception to the rules.

She was the breath of fresh air he didn't even realize he needed.

"What is sexy to you?"

He let out a brief laugh, "You have to ask?"

"I read somewhere that most men don't even realize what they think is actually sexy until they have the opportunity to sit and think about it. The article said something about how the obvious stuff...the boobs, the ass, the red lipstick...that's just all attractive...but the actual sexy stuff are the little things that add up to just drive you wild."

Logan pondered that for a second as he ran a hand through his hair. When he looked back at Marie who lay naked, yet elegantly across the bed with the sheet haphazardly covering her ass, he smirked.

The soft round of her hip was sexy.
The gentle wave in her hair that had only presented itself after their sweaty, heated encounter was definitely sexy.
The way she laughed...was oh so sexy.
The way she drank the same beer as him and laughed at the same inappropriate jokes as he did was really sexy.

He leaned over and gently rolled her onto her back before kissed her lips, then making his way down to her cunt.

Logan spread her legs and looked down at her perfect, pink pussy before glancing back up into her eyes to watch her expression as he dove a finger inside of her, "This...is sexy."

Marie gasped and arched as he stroked her, then laid a soft kiss against her clit. He suddenly sat up on his knees before making her sit up and turn around, forcing her on her hands and knees in front of him.

She licked her lips in anticipation as he rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, "What do you think is sexy, baby?"

Marie whispered breathlessly, "You...inside of me."

They both moaned loudly as he suddenly thrust himself inside of her. They stayed still for a second, both of them needing the time to adjust to the amazing feeling of his throbbing flesh inside of her.

He fucked her that way hard...harder than they'd fucked all night. Her body jerked and thrashed as her moans turned into screams of unbridled ecstasy.

Logan held onto her tight as they came, shivering and shuddering in the aftermath of another satisfying release.

After that, they laid down in bed with her gathered in his arms as he laid gentle kisses on her face.

She smiled wearily, "Ya know I ain't never met a man quite like you Logan..."

Logan smiled in return, "You're one of a kind yourself, baby."

They stayed up all night, having sex, talking and having more sex. By the time the dawn's light began peeking over the edge of the horizon, Marie and Logan had just finished showering (and making love in the shower).

As he watched her dry her hair, a little sting in his heart distracted him. He didn't want their night to end...he never wanted to let her go...ever.

He shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts of "long term", "commitment" and "love". He kissed the back of her neck, "Wanna have breakfast with me?"

She smiled and nodded, "Yea...I'd like that."

Logan pulled on his clothes, "You get dressed, I'm gonna go downstairs and get us checked out."

Marie watched him go with a euphoric smile on her face that could only be caused by a) the love of a good man or b) multiple orgasms. By the feeling of the butterflies in her stomach, she was pretty sure she was aiming for c) all of the above.

The chirping of a cell phone somewhere in the tangled sheets got her attention. She ended up accidentally answering the call by pressing down on a button as soon as she picked it up.

Faintly, she heard a woman's voice, "Logan? Logan! Where are you? Do you know what time it is? You need to come home now! You knew I'd need help with the kids this morning! You have responsibilities here. You can't just go traipsing off when the mood strikes you!"

Marie's eyes widened as she dropped the phone back to the bed. Her mind ran a mile a minute, but she was able to rush around the room and get dressed. She slipped out of the room and took the back stairway out of the hotel before rushing down the street and catching a cab a few blocks away.

As she rode back to Hartford, she cursed the tear she shed as it streaked down her face, "Bastard...talking all that nice shit...had a wife and kids at home waiting for him the whole damn time..."

So! I'm baaaack! A reader in the LJ community suggested I do a Brotherhood Rogue w/ an X Man Logan, so I decided to take them up on that offer. In the comic books, she was originally apart of Magneto's crew, so it makes sense to see how that twist plays out.

Please review and offer feedback/constructive criticism! I hope you enjoyed this! I'm sorry about the length. I just couldn't figure out a way to break it into two!