Auras
by
Snow


Logan walked down the wood paneled hallway to Professor Xavier's office, knowing he was late for the meeting and not caring. He was torn between his curiosity about another mission and resentment that he felt obligated to help these other mutants just because he was one of them. When Logan got to the door, he stood in front of it for a moment, his fists opening and closing. Catching the scent of someone different, someone he didn't know, decided the moment for him and he reached for the elaborate doorknob without even realizing that he had.

"Ah, Logan, good of you to join us." The Professor smiled. Logan automatically scanned the room before shutting the door behind him, his cautionary senses constantly on alert. As he glanced from face to face, his enhanced olfactory glands created auras. The Professor's warm orange, Storm's white and gray, Scott's smirking grin sinking in and out of a hunter green, and Jean, her soft yellow mixed with the same hue as her mentor. As always, brief sexual thoughts flickered through his mind as he stared at her. And as always, she knew his predatory thoughts and shifted her body toward Scott, her colors now blending with his. Logan blinked his eyes to clear the distorted picture wondering what Kodachrome moment he presented when he came into a room.

"Logan I'd like you to meet Clarissa. She is going to join us on this expedition." The Professor motioned to a young woman that stood by the room's floor to ceiling windows, the light that came through the sheer curtains framing her. The first impression that came to Logan from her was the always apparent sadness that came from being different, from being a mutant in a world of humans. Everyone of them carried it with them, some weighing lighter, some crushing them with depression.

She had no striking difference, telling her apart from humans. Her long brown hair hung in spiral curls. She wore a large sweater that hung over her jeans; Logan couldn't tell if she was slender or voluptuous. So he concentrated on her face and was at once struck by the dark blue of her eyes. It was the same color as the scent that surrounded her. She stared back at him without fear, without warmth, without any emotion at all. It was as if the ivory cream of her skin had been carved from stone.

"Since we've already been briefed on Clarissa, why don't we discuss what plans you've made for the mission Professor?" Scott's voice broke Logan's concentration and he ignored the message the younger man was not so subtly sending him about being on time for meetings. Scott was always critizing him for one thing or another and as Logan chose to ignore him, he missed the glances that passed between Scott, the Professor and Jean.

"We have found out that Magneto is planning to steal an artifact from the Museum of History. It will be the opening night gala, as we all know how he likes to make an entrance." The Professor's voice faded in Logan's ears as he found himself thinking about the problems that had arose in his life since coming to the school. The strong attraction for Jean that brought with it the unhidden jealousy that was directed at Scott. Then without warning Logan felt it all melt away. He looked up at the younger man and Jean, his gaze drifting to see their clasped hands. And instead of the itching, distracting feeling of loss and anger, a slight grin crept onto his lips. They were made for each other, he thought. They had shared so much, loss and growth. Who was he to come between them. They had both extended their hands in friendship and what had he done? Tried his damdest to seduce one and belittle the other. What had he been thinking? Logan shook his head and started listening intently to the Professor's plans for the evening's event.

"So, does anyone have any problems with this?" Xavier finished, looking intently at each of his X-men. He stopped at Logan, who had a question in his eyes.

"I don't understand. You want us to just walk in the museum? Just stop him?" Logan arched an eyebrow as he continued. "I like a hard fight as much as the next guy, but if Magneto is going to be there, expecting us, with all his mutants, what's going to stop him from succeeding in stealing what he came for? We're good, but we've failed before." He nodded towards Clarissa, not looking at her." And where does she come in? What is she doing to help us?"

Xavier's hand came up, failing a little to cover a smile.

"Tell me Logan. What are you feeling right now about Scott and Jean? I know that the three of you have had your differences."

Logan looked at the couple then back to the Professor.

"What problems are you talking about? I wish them well. They've both been kind and helpful to me from the time I got here."

"You don't remember our discussion on your first night? When Jean first took you to your room?" Scott asked.

"Well, yeah. And I've been meaning to apologize for that. I was out of line." A small part of Logan was shocked that he was even saying these words. Everyone in the room with the exception of Clarissa and the Professor was equally taken aback. Xavier looked at the girl.

"You may stop now."

With the sound of his voice, Logan felt his emotions slip back into place. He wanted to rip the arm that Scott had casually thrown over Jean's shoulders off his body. Now that felt right.

Logan locked eyes with Clarissa again.

"What did you do to me?" His voice was iron. The Professor moved his chair towards Logan.

"Clarissa has the gift of controlling emotions. She was asked to do something that we didn't think was possible. I knew that you would have some problems with bringing her along since she doesn't show any outward attributes for this mission. She will be there, unknown to Magneto. She will take the anger and fear that lives in all of us and distract Magneto's men. While they are left fighting each other, you three will be able to carry out your plans and save the artifact."

Logan let this sink in as he stared at her.

"Fine. Just stay out of my head." For just a moment the ivory cracked and Logan saw the edges of her rose-colored lips curl up.

"Not a problem." Her voice was low and soft and the smile that almost was there, disappeared.

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Sliding out of the black leather x-men suit late that night, Logan was exhausted, but grinning. The evening had been an unqualified success. They had stopped Magneto, saved the artifact and, a chuckle escaping his lips, watched Toad and Sabretooth try to kill each other in the process. He showered and pulled on a pair of jeans. Stepping out into the hallway from the elevator, heading to his room, the smile fell off his face as he saw Jean and Scott in their doorway. Scott's hands were around her slim waist, his lips on hers. They finished the kiss and he heard Jean laughing as he pulled her into their room, the door closing behind them.

His exhaustion forgotten, Logan walked past his own room, past Jean and Scott's room, straight to a door that would lead him out into the waning night. He walked quickly, his feet bare, feeling the soft grass crushing underneath. Then he began to run, as hard and fast as he could though the trees. Away from the school, away from his anger. Running until only the loneliness remained. He slowed, walking, catching his breath. He circled back, instinct taking him through the forest, back to his room. He passed one of the small cottages that sat away from the main buildings, although all the lights were out he could see a person standing on the porch. Logan inhaled and Clarissa's blue came through the night to him.

"Couldn't sleep?" The breeze carried the question. Logan joined her on the porch, not taking his eyes off her face.

"You can see in the dark?"

"No." She turned to face him. "Once I feel someone, they are imprinted on me. I only have to be close to them to know who they are."

Logan welcomed the distraction of talking. Her voice was like butterscotch, low-pitched and soft. He remembered the way she had dressed at the museum, wanting to blend with the patrons, she had not worn the x-men uniform. The Professor had given her a tight black mini dress to wear and Logan had felt his cock stir when he had caught sight of her at the museum. The high black heels had tightened the muscles in her calves, accenting her long legs. The material designed to cling to every curve, from her breasts, the slim waist, her flaring hips and round bottom.

"And who am I?" The words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. Clarissa stepped closer to him and Logan could finally see her eyes reflecting in the moonlight. She still had on the dress, but had taken off the shoes and she had to look up to see his face.

"Tortured." Was all she said. Logan arched an eyebrow towards her.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She sighed and moved away from him, turning her back and holding onto the wooden railing.

"I don't know anything about you except how you feel. I can't tell you anything that you don't already know. Whether you consciously realize it or not."

"But you can make me feel anyway you want. You can manipulate my emotions."

"No." Her hair moved in waves as he watched her shake her head. "It doesn't work that way. I can only amplify a feeling that is there. I can't create emotions."

Logan wondered if she knew about the flickerings of desire he'd felt for her earlier that evening. The sight of her standing in front of him, the scent of her sex, the loneliness he was drowning in, suddenly he wanted her. He wanted to make the stony expression on her face fade away. He wanted to hear her say his name in his ear, panting. He moved so that he stood an arm's length directly behind her, drinking in her smell the blood started to roar in his ears.

"Can you feel that?"

Clarissa heard his whisper. She wasn't trying to feel him, but his craving was so intense it slammed into her mind. She turned around to face him, looking into his eyes.

"Yes."

She saw the moonlight shine off metal as he raised a hand toward her and she didn't breath as a single claw cut through the front of her dress. It fell off her and she was naked before this man. His hand came up again, this time warm fingers touching a breast.

"Amplify this." He whispered again, grabbing her and pulling her forward. His mouth devoured hers, his tongue tasting hers. Clarissa's arms went around him. She felt the strength of his muscles, the incredible power they contained. He moved to her neck, licking, kissing, biting. Then he picked her up and carried her into the dark cottage. She let him lay her on the bed and watched as he ripped off his jeans. For a moment, in the slowly increasing light, he just stood there and looked at her. Clarissa joined him, enthralled at the sight of his body. Covered with black hair he was as muscular a man as she had ever seen. There was not an inch of him that looked like it had ever been made of flesh. His cock stood out stiffly, pointing directly at her. Then he moved down beside her, his hands touching her, feeling the softness, the silk of her skin.

Logan breathed in her scent, down her neck, tasting her breasts, his whiskers scraping the tender tips. Clarissa's back arched up at the sensation. He could hear her sighs become moans as he bit and licked and sucked. Then down, her belly fluttering at his touch, he pulled her legs apart and inhaled the musky warmth of her center. Without touching her he waited, then as her hands came down to pull on his thick black hair he opened his mouth and let Clarissa's hands move his lips and tongue where she wanted. Clarissa couldn't control herself as she felt his mouth between her legs. He teased her, enjoying her. Bringing her up to the edge, then backing away. Finally when she was gasping, his name a constant cry in the air, he let her ride the wave. She bucked in front of him, clawing at his shoulders, his hair.

Clarissa felt the world slip away as he let her come. Her universe centered on this man as he moved up on her, she grasped his shoulders when he entered her warmth, still convulsing from her orgasm, she let another ride up and over her as he filled her over and over.

Logan gritted his teeth as she came again, her internal muscles gripping him tightly. He let his claws out, cutting through his skin just a bit, the pain bringing him back to the moment. It had been a long time, a forgotten time since he'd had to fight to maintain control like this. He looked down at her face beneath him; her eyes were open, but not looking at him.

"Are you doing this? Are you making me feel this?" He growled. She blinked and a slow smile crossed her face.

"Feel what?"

At that moment Logan lost it, he fell on her, his hands on her hips grinding into her. He started coming, his control shattered. When it was finished he didn't want to move. He couldn't imagine separating from her heat. Her legs wrapped around him, holding him there, deep inside of her.

"Logan," He heard her soft whisper by his ear. "This is real. This is us."

Finally he pushed away, rolling on his back. He closed his eyes.

Clarissa moved so she could look at him beside her. The dawn rose, coloring the room as the sun came up. She let her hands run over his face, feeling the contours of his cheeks and lips. His tongue snaked out as she touched his mouth, licking her fingers. Then she moved down to his chest, feeling his massive biceps and forearms. His hands were hard and calloused with use. The skin of his abdomen flinched away from her touch, making her smile. Then to his cock, in that bewildering state between hard and soft. She touched the end, making it jump. Logan opened his eyes as she took his cock in her mouth. The sensations causing a growl to escape him. With her tongue and lips and teeth she made him steel sheathed in flesh again. His hands went to her head, guiding her rhythm. Her fingers caressed his balls.

"Come here." He pulled her up on top of him. She straddled his hips, spearing herself down. Logan held her hips, trying to force her into faster movements. He took her wrist and brought it between her legs.

"Do it again. I want to feel it again."

Clarissa touched herself, starting a slow circle of heat that was timed with Logan's thrusts. He watched her face, smelled her, knew when she was on the verge of orgasm and pulled her hand away. Clarissa's eyes flew open and she stared down at him. His lips were curled in a grin.

"Not yet." His fingers caught her hair and brought her down to him. With one hand he pulled her lips to his, kissing her, taking her breath away. With the other he slipped between their sweaty skin and flicked his fingers on her throbbing clitoris. Clarissa was on fire, dissolving into Logan. His tongue and cock thrusting into her at the same time while they orgasmed together.

Then it was over, neither of them capable of more. The night's events catching up and sucking them down into sleep. There was no talk of love, no talk of future, no talk at all. Logan wrapped Clarissa in his arms, burying his head in her hair. They slept without dreams, without nightmares.

In the air around them a dark blue aura intertwined with a blood red one and the room was bathed in a soft purple glow.



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