t h i r d . t i m e ' s . t h e . c h a r m

Third Time's the Charm
[by victoria p.]

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Rogue discovers Scott and Logan's secret.

Notes: Thanks to Dot and Pete, since they're not into the slash. Thanks to Meg, Jen and Laura for the quick turn around. Special thanks to jenn, who, all unknowing, said something in an email that allowed me to figure out how this would work. Someday I may write a romantic, well-plotted slash fic. This is not that day.

Date: December 28, 2001

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Rogue sat restlessly in the living room, channel-surfing mindlessly while contemplating the situation in which she found herself.

She couldn't sleep, she was bored, and her boyfriend of two years had recently left her for another woman. Kitty and Jubilee had tired of her never-ending whine about Remy's faithlessness -- they'd gone out dancing, leaving her to her misery. Jean and Storm were in Washington with the Professor, and Scott had never liked Remy, so he wouldn't be a sympathetic ear. There was only one person left.

Logan.

She had avoided taking her Remy troubles to him. She knew he'd get all bent out of shape over the perception of Remy treating her badly, so, even though the relationship had been troubled for months, she'd grinned and lied whenever Logan asked. She knew he didn't believe her, but he wouldn't push if she wasn't ready to talk. It was one of the great things about their friendship.

But now, at two thirty am on Friday night (or should that be Saturday morning?) with nothing to do and no one to talk to, it was time.

And if she chickened out at the last minute, she could always ask what was up with him. In the past few weeks, he'd been remarkably compliant on missions, barely taunting Scott at all, and taking orders almost willingly. It was odd. She wondered if he'd finally realized Scott was a good leader, and was only looking out for all of them when he made plans that seemed too conservative to Logan.

She made her way quietly up to his room. The door was slightly ajar, and she could hear grunting sounds. Was he sleeping? she wondered. Was he lost in the throes of one of those terrible nightmares? She knew what that was like.

Pushing the door open, ready to offer comfort, her jaw dropped in shock at what she saw.

She closed her eyes and reopened them, just in case she was hallucinating, but there it was, right in front of her.

Logan was on his knees between Scott's legs, sucking him off, while his own hands were busy jacking himself.

<Oh, my,> thought Rogue, feeling her nipples harden and a sudden dampness between her legs. They were really into it, too, because neither noticed her presence. She licked her lips and her breathing sped up. <This is better than Skinemax.>

Her hands, seemingly of their own volition, began running over her body, one hand stopping to tease at her already-erect nipples as the other dipped below the waist of her pajama pants to seek the heat of her sex. Eyes locked on the two oblivious men, who were close to coming, if their muttered comments were anything to go by, she stroked her folds roughly, finding her clit with her forefinger and rubbing circles over it.

Her knees got weak and she leaned against the still slightly open door. Her weight shut it with a click that sounded like a gunshot over the heated murmurings from Scott and Logan.

The two men bolted up, wild-eyed.

<Shit.> "Uh, hi," she said, face burning from embarrassment instead of passion as she quickly removed her hand from her pants. "I'm just gonna go now," she continued, turning to put a hand on the doorknob.

Logan was faster. It was amazing how quickly he moved, considering he had a hundred pounds of adamantium weighing him down. "Not so fast, darlin'," he drawled, a fierce grin creasing his face.

She gulped, trying to keep her eyes on his face. It was hard. Yes, yes it was very hard, she noticed, dragging her eyes back up to his. She held his gaze and waited. She didn't think she could speak, anyway.

Scott was behind her suddenly. He was hard, too, she was willing to bet. She could just shift her hips slightly, and she'd be brushing against his cock. Action followed thought, and she was rewarded with a gasp from the fearless leader of the X-Men.

"You like what you see?" Logan asked, eyebrow arched.

She swallowed again, and nodded. His eyes moved past her and he and Scott shared some sort of silent communication. Then he reached out for her hand and placed it on his penis. Scott stepped away. She turned and saw the grim smile on his face as he reached for his pants.

She gripped Logan's hard, hot length in her silk-covered hand as her eyes darted between the two men. "What-- what are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.

"I'll leave you two--"

"Get back on the bed, Cyke," Logan growled. "Nobody's going anywhere 'til I say so."

"Logan--" Scott's voice was urgent.

Rogue's hand tightened around Logan's cock as she realized she'd stepped into the middle of some sort of power play.

"What was our agreement?" Logan demanded. Scott shot him an annoyed look, and not just because they'd been interrupted before he finished.

"Agreement?" she asked.

"He takes my orders in the field if I take his in here," Scott ground out, sitting on the bed.

Rogue blinked. "So you two have been doing this for a couple weeks, huh?"

"Logan gets to feel dominant--" Scott started.

"And Scott gets fucked like he's only ever dreamed about," Logan finished.

Rogue licked her lips. This was weird. And to top it all off, she was still holding Logan's erect penis in her hand. She would have pulled away, but his hand suddenly covered hers.

"Come on, darlin'," he said, grinning wickedly. "It'll be fun. Make you forget that loser ex-boyfriend of yours."

She swallowed hard. "I -- uh -- Scott?" This last came out as a squeak.

Scott looked to Logan. "I can't. It's bad enough to cheat on Jean with Logan, but somehow I managed to convince myself it's not really cheating to sleep with a *man*. Especially since it's so good for the team.

"But this -- this would be wrong. More wrong." He shook his head. "I don't know. I don't know what I was thinking. But I can't lose Jean. I just can't."

"For the team, eh?" Logan growled, swooping down onto the bed, Rogue in tow, and kissing Scott hard on the lips. "You know you want to."

"For the team," Scott agreed weakly.

Logan reached into his night table drawer and pulled out two pairs of gloves, one leather and one a very sheer nylon. He tossed the leather ones to Scott and pulled on the sheer gloves himself.

Rogue raised an eyebrow. "Those look like--"

"Gumbo's. Yeah," Logan replied. "Since he doesn't need 'em anymore, I took 'em off his hands." He was still scrounging around in the drawer, coming up with a box of condoms and a large, sheer scarf. Rogue's eyebrows were now up at her hairline. He had the grace to look sheepish. "Hey, a guy can hope, right?"

She laughed. "That's so sweet, Logan."

Scott groaned. "If this gets any mushier, I'm going to be sick."

"Don't worry, Cyke. I'm not forgetting about you," Logan assured him.

Rogue looked from one to the other, still not quite sure what she was doing sitting on Logan's bed at two am with two naked men. Two naked, very aroused men. It was more than a little surreal. She was going to say something and then get up and walk out. She really was. At least, that's what she was telling herself when Logan's hand wound its way into her hair and turned her toward him. He wafted the scarf over the lower half of her face and kissed her gently.

At first, it was a very chaste kiss, considering the situation, but soon he demanded access to her mouth and she opened her lips to his invading tongue.

With his other hand, he took one of Scott's hands and drew it around her body and up under her t-shirt to cup her breast. Her head fell back against Scott's chest as the sensation jolted from her nipple to her groin, increasing her already heightened desire.

Keeping the scarf wrapped around her, Logan nuzzled at her neck as Scott's hands became more active, cupping and kneading her breasts, teasing her nipples, until she was squirming against them, feeling the novelty of having one hard cock pressed against her belly and another snug against her ass.

Logan worked his way down her neck, stopping to nip and lick at her clavicle through the scarf, as Scott took her lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue thrusting against hers through the scarf as his hands wandered down her body to tangle in the damp curls at the juncture of her thighs.

He found her clit easily enough, circling it with his thumb as his fingers slid slowly into her tight, wet heat. Logan, meanwhile, laved at her nipples through the thin cotton of her t-shirt, first the right, then the left, licking and sucking in time with Scott's thrusting fingers. He raised his head and pulled Scott's mouth to his; Rogue licked her lips as she watched their tongues entwine.

She cried out when Logan pulled Scott's hand away from her sex, but he replaced it with his own as he drew Scott's slick fingers into his mouth and sucked hard. Scott moaned and moved his hips against her.

She realized that she could so something for them, so she reached out and grasped each of their cocks, both jutting proudly against her pajama bottoms. She began stroking them, matching Logan's rhythm as he thrust his fingers into her sex. Scott's hand tightened on her shoulder, and his lips found her neck as he came closer to his climax.

When he pulled his hand from Logan's mouth and his fingers joined Logan's, entering when Logan pulled out, she went over the edge, coming with surprising force, and gasping, "Oh, God. Oh. Oh. Oh! Uhh-- right *there*, sugar!"

She went limp, forgetting to continue stroking them. Scott growled in frustration and Logan grinned.

He reached behind him and pulled out a condom. "Put this on," he ordered, and Scott complied immediately. "I hope you don't mind," he then said to Rogue as he released an inch of adamantium and cut a slit in the crotch of her pajama bottoms. She just blinked and shook her head. His smile was ferocious.

Scott wore a matching grin as he said, "All fours, Rogue." Still dazed, she did as told her, rearranging herself on the bed so her face was practically in Logan's lap. She licked her lips at the sight of his erect penis, glistening with pre-come. And then she felt Scott's cock at her entrance. "This okay?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Yeah," she breathed, so turned on by the whole experience she couldn't form sentences.

He moved oh-so-slowly, wrenching a moan from her as he sheathed himself in her slick passage.

Logan was looking at them, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. He covered his lap with the scarf and said, "Come on, darlin'. Do this for me."

She ran her hands over his thighs, and then licked at the sensitive skin where his thigh joined his groin. He growled, but didn't protest as she ran her tongue all over, everywhere except where he needed her to be.

She squeezed his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers as Scott continued to slowly pump in and out of her. She jacked him slowly, and his hand covered hers, increasing the pace and tightening her grip. She swallowed hard as Scott gripped her hips and slid one hand around to finger her clit.

She needed to concentrate, to give Logan what he wanted, what they both wanted. She kissed the head of his cock, dusky with blood and slick with pre-come that she could taste through the sheer silk. She heard a moan and realized it was her own voice. She swirled her tongue over the slit, then took him slowly into her mouth. His hands tangled in her hair, just holding her, not pushing or forcing at all.

Scott was still torturing her, bringing her to the edge but not letting her go over. She squirmed, slamming her hips back against him, trying to get him to increase his pace, but he just chuckled and whispered, "I'm in charge here."

"He likes to think so," Logan managed, "but we know who the real boss is."

She grinned wickedly and swallowed as much of him as she could, working her throat muscles.

"God!" he shouted in surprise.

"She showed you," Scott said hoarsely.

Rogue laughed, and Logan's hips came off the bed. He was fucking her mouth and then he roared, and she could taste the warm spurt of his come through the silk. He pulled out and she whimpered, licking her lips.

Scott leaned over and kissed her, pulling Logan in close, so their tongues tangled with each other through the silk. She came hard for the second time, muscles convulsing around Scott, trying to draw him all the way inside her as the world shattered into bright lights behind her eyes. He followed her over the edge, losing all sense of rhythm as he reached his climax.

They fell into a sweat-soaked heap on the bed, arranging themselves so Rogue was cuddled between her two lovers. Scott pushed his damp hair off his forehead and nuzzled her neck sleepily. Logan's hands continued to explore her body as she rested her head on his chest. Both he and Scott threw one leg over hers, and she was more comfortable and warm than she could ever remember being.

She had so many questions to ask, but was so drowsy, blissful and sated, she couldn't think coherently.

"We need to talk," she mumbled.

"In the morning," Logan whispered, stroking her hair gently. "Sleep now."

And they did.

End

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