Lori McDonald
May 1997
Lying on his bed, his head aching from too much drink and too much stress, he tossed and turned, dreaming.
"Who are you?" The voice asked. "Who are you?"
He spun, staring at the darkness around him. "I don' know."
"You are experiment #713," he heard Sinister say and
screamed, struggling against his bonds as the scientist bent
over him. Sinister ignored his screams, taking a scalpel
and cutting open his abdomen with it. Blood soaked the
walls, dripping to form the lake his table floated on as he
shrieked in agony.
Sinister reached into his open belly and groped around,
finally coming free with a power inhibitor collar. Turning,
he locked it around the throat of Magneto, who was standing
behind him. Then he placed a hand on the man's chest and
pushed. Magneto fell beneath the liquids of the lake and
vanished without a trace.
Scott leaned towards him. "Are you Remy LeBeau?" He asked.
He cringed against the back of his chair, balanced
precariously on the stairs in the Morlock Tunnels. "I-"
"Come now," Storm said. "You must have a name. You cannot
always be 'he' and nothing else."
"In the secret depths of your mind, who are you?"
"Yes Cute Buns," Wolverine decided with a leer, smoking a
cigar. "Why don'tcha come here and prove it?" He moved
towards him. He wasn't wearing any pants.
He ran, and stepped calmly out of the shadows into the
Morlock tomb, past his little tabby cat as she sat ripping
apart a mouse with red on black eyes that matched his own.
Magneto looked up at him. "Ah, there you are. I've been
waiting to get that collar off you." His hand reached up
under his beard to touch the heavy, familiar metal. Magneto
lifted long white hair from his own throat to reveal an
identical collar. "Only I have to get this one off first."
Embarrassed, he lowered his hands. They were handcuffed
together. Excalibur and the X-Men stared at him in disgust.
"Thought yer could hide yer name from us," Pete snapped.
"Didn't yer, Gambit?"
"Non!" He cried. "I'm not dat man anymore!"
"Yer can't hide it, or th' things yer done."
He backed away. "I didn' do not'ing wrong! Not really.
Sinister locked me up 'cause I wouldn' be a Marauder for
him!"
The mutants advanced on him. "Too little too late. Yer
past was full o' shit b'fore yer ever met him."
He stumbled backwards, but the cylindrical glass cage had
very little room in it. Delicately, Lockheed landed before
the open door.
"Yer Ash," he said and breathed fire on him.
"Sugah?" He looked over as Rogue came through the door and quietly closed it behind her. "Ah missed ya."
She walked towards him, slowly kicking off her shoes and socks as she did so. Lowering her pants, she stepped out of them one leg at a time and paused at the side of the bed to strip off her panties.
"Rogue..." he whispered.
"Ah want ta feel ya in me, sugah," she told him as she pulled back the covers. He was nude and erect. "Ah need ya so badly."
Climbing onto the bed, she straddled him and reached down to position him so that he slid into her as she bore down.
A low groan escaped him as he lay back on the pillows. Kneeling above, Rogue rode him, her leg muscles flexing as she lifted and dropped, coating his shaft from end to end with her juices. As she did so, she smiled at him and removed her shirt, then her lacy white bra to expose her perfect breasts. He wanted to touch them, but he was tied down to the examining table and couldn't move.
With a cry of orgasm, she pulled off her face and Sinister looked down at him clinically.