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Summary: Loving....but not quite!! And back at the mansion...Everything is not right.

‘….Or what is left of it’

As soon as they had the keys, Forge and Mystique hurried to the room. They had rented the room for two whole days, which would serve Mystique just fine. It would give her enough time to get all of her ‘work’ done, including cleaning up behind her. She was going to make sure to plant several dozen different fingerprints all over the room and the front door, so that anyone trying to track her down would be lost in a loop.

Entering the room, Forge slammed the door shut. Pulling Mystique towards him, her pushed her against the door, his hands moving all over her.
“Change,” he grunted at her neck.
“Into?” she inquired. She always did. Even though she knew that more than nine out of ten times, his answer was going to be….
“Into you,” his answer brought a smile to her lips as she started shifting, her tanned skin turning almost indigo, her long black hair shifting red and becoming shorter and her deep blue eyes flashing to yellow.

“There,” she answered in her own voice. “Like it?”
“You know I do, you bitch,” Forge jerked at her waist. “Why do you always ask?”
“I give you a choice,” she answered, her own hand going down to his belt. “Although its nice to know you can handle the way I look.”
“You are odd…different,” his hand came to rest on her breast, kneading it through the white fabric. “Different but beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Mystique answered with a lick at his neck. “Its nice to hear that.”

“Lose the clothes,” he commanded, not wanting to take the time to manually try and remove the fabric. The next instant her naked body was writhing against him.

“Good,” he lifted her, her legs going around his waist, her arms across his neck as he carried her to the double bed.

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Meanwhile, at the mansion

The Blackbird had just landed in the hanger, with Ororo literally flying out of it as soon as its hatch opened, Heather and Remy at her heels.

**JEAN** she yelled out mentally.
**Ororo, the infirmary** was the reply from her doctor teammate.

Minutes later, she landed in front of the infirmary and was met by Xavier, Rogue, Kitty, Kurt and a very angry and in tears Jubilee.
“How is he Professor?” she turned to Xavier. “What’s wrong with him?”
“He was attacked,” Xavier’s words stun her into silence. “His motorcycle was destroyed and he….” He trailed off.

“What happened to him?” Ororo finally managed to whisper as she turned to the infirmary door. However, a defiant Jubilee blocked her path.
“Who are you?” the younger girl demanded. “And where do you think you are going? No one is allowed inside, or do you think we are idiots standing around here? Outside, on this side of the door.”
“I am Ororo, I am a…..” she started.
“Oh, so you are her, the great Ororo Monroe,” Jubilee spat her name out, her tears flowing afresh. “You are the stupid bit…”

“JUBILATION LEE,” Heather’s voice boomed into the corridor. Both her and Gambit had just emerged from the elevator and were presented with the sight of the diminutive Asian girl’s stand off against the more than a foot taller African woman, tears shining on both their cheeks. “You will not talk that way to your elders.”
“I don’t give a shit,” Jubilee toned her language down, her voice just as defiant. “She’s not my ‘elder’. She lost any claim when she pushed Wolvie away. He loved her….this,” she raised a finger in Ororo’s direction. “He came back for this. This….this freaky ice bitch.”

“Jubilee,” Heather stepped towards the child, who stepped back to the door, her eyes dancing between the approaching redhead and Ororo. The rest of the present x-men watched silently as the girl stood her position, not even moving an inch.
“NO,” she shook her head. “If I can’t go inside to see him, they neither can anyone else. Not even you.”

“Jubilee,” Xavier interjected to try to salvage the situation. Ororo had been dumbstruck by the accusations of the child. Never had she seen such conviction and fierce loyalty in anyone. Anyone except Logan and…her. All those years ago, she had been like this. What had happened to her to change her? Those thoughts and the almost five feet tall human shield were blocking her way to the infirmary door.
“Jubilee, please, have a seat,” Xavier tried again. “I assure you that no one is going anywhere, especially not inside the infirmary. Not until Jean and Henry give the all clear. Please come here and sit beside us.”

Jubilee narrowed her eyes at the older man, trying to gauge any signs of deception from him. “I don’t trust you,” she finally spoke. “None of you,” she clarified as she plopped in front of the door, effectively blocking the way of anyone trying to get to the infirmary.

“Anyone trying to get in or out will have to deal with me,” she raised her hands, her fingertips glowing threateningly.
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Back at the motel,

Forge was lying on his back, completely divested of all his clothes, except his jean, with a very naked Mystique straddling his hips, slowly moving to and fro as she massaged his shoulder and upper chest area.

Lifting his hands to her shoulders, Forge’s let them wander down her smooth back, right to her firm buttocks.
“Ow,” Mystique yelped in surprise at the slight pain from his tight squeeze of the fleshy globes. “Do it again,” she whispered as she let of his shoulder and lowered herself for a kiss. “Harder”
Forge immediately complied, getting another moan from the aroused female.

Breaking their kiss, Forge started moving down her body, pulling her up on his body for a better access to her. He began by kissing and licking her smooth cheeks and jaws, before mouthing his way down her curvaceous neck to the clavicle to her shoulders, spending time on either side, as he started moving further down.

“Wait,” Mystique whispered huskily as she got off him and lay down beside him and urged him to come over her. “Like this….and get that thing off,” she pointed to his jean, all the while caressing his real arm.

Moments later Forge was straddling her as she had been him, his mouth fixed around one hardened nipple as his other hand massaged its partner. Mystique was humming contently, giving small jerks at her hips, her hands snaked through his freed long black hair, pulling him more towards her, into her.

As he moved from one breast to the other, she murmured firmly.
“Now, I need you. Now.”

Forge broke away from his suckling and looked up at her through half shaded eyes.
“Now, lover boy,” she spoke boldly this time. “Come on, fill ‘er up.”

Pushing himself off her, Forge positioned himself between her legs, pushing them apart and up to her neck, exposing and opening her clearly. Mystique helped him by catching hold of her legs and pulled them further up, giving a couple of inviting jerks.
“I know this is what you want,” she spoke huskily. “Come and get it.”

Grinning at her forwardness, Forge positioned his throbbing member and rubbed its head against her slick, outer lips, teasing her and lubricating himself to enter her in a swift and easy thrust. Even after having sex with so many partners, the fact that she was so tight always surprised and excited him. It was another advantage of her mutation. She was able to rearrange her cellular structure to suppress her age and other things, including the one he was focusing on right now.
“How is that?” he teased her. “Is this what you want? How long has it been since the last time? Three weeks. Although, knowing you, I am sure you must have had your itch scratched from someone else. Who was it this time? Magneto? Pyro? Sabertooth? Toad?” he threw in another name just for fun’s sake. “Blob?”
“Are you trying to excite me or turn me off,” she narrows her eyes at him. “Blob, please. I would rather fuck an old mattress than him. And, what’s it to you whomever I fuck. Its not as if we are together as a couple or anything. If I get my itch scratched from you, so do you get it from me. Its an equal partnership, ‘LOVER’,” she shot back at him.

“Are you jealous of anyone else who get to gives me my enjoyment and whom I give his….or hers. Or…..” she muses, her yellow eyes flashing. “….maybe it excites you to hear about me being with other men and women. Maybe it arouses you and helps you to get off. Let me know if it is true, I’ll narrate each and everyone, just like I do with Victor.”
“I am NOT Creed,” Forge practically yells out as he pushes into her filling her completely in one hard stroke.

“Hmmm…” Mystique doesn’t let up, enjoying pushing his buttons. “That you definitely aren’t. He is larger, wider, stronger….in every way. He has a….”
“He is an animal,” Forge starts pounding harder, letting go of any softness. He knows what she is doing. It’s a part of the game they play. “If you enjoy fucking that animal, I am sure you will love the other one, the Wolverine.”

“Oh, him,” Mystique pushes right back at him. “He is even better than Victor. Did him years ago, when he was with his then masters, the Weapon X’ers. His healing factor is even stronger than Victor’s and he really knows how to satisfy a woman. Years of worldly traveling have made sure of that. The techniques he knows, Uhn….you are nothing compared to him. No wonder the weather witch hasn’t allowed another man to touch her since him.” She threw in knowing it would rub salt into Forge’s bruised ego.
“Fuck her,” Forge let go off her legs, which she instantly wrapped around his waist, pulling him even further into her.

“You wish,” Mystique grunted as the deeper insertion excited her even further.

“Bitch,” Forge growled as he earnestly started pounding into her, all words and thoughts forgotten to both of them.

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Back at the mansion,

The infirmary door slid open with a mechanical whine, revealing a tired looking Jean standing in the doorway.

Starting to step out, her leg struck against a rising Jubilee, pushing the girl onto the girl.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized, bending down to help her up.
“How is he,” Jubilee pushed away her helping hand. “I want to see him.”
“He is still sleeping,” Jean answered diplomatically, not wanting to trouble the agitated girl.

“Yer lying Red,” Jubilee growled in a perfect imitation of Wolverine’s voice and tone. “He isn’t sleeping, I know that much. He was unconscious and I bet he still is that way. You weren’t able to get him up were you?”

Jean was slightly taken aback by the girl’s perceptiveness and bluntness. She was still getting over the fact that Wolverine had had this girl with him for so many months and had tolerated her.
“He…” she looked at Xavier and the others. “He is still unconscious, but there are some things which I cannot explain properly without showing them to you.”
“Can we see her?” Xavier asked calmly, sensing the tumultuous emotions rolling of from Ororo, Jubilee and Heather and from rest of the x-men, especially Kurt and Kitty.

“Ye…..ss…” the word had barely left her mouth, when Jubilee pushed her aside and wriggled from between her legs.

“Out of my way,” she hurried towards where Wolverine way lying.
“Be silent,” Jean called after her, going after her as the other x-men followed her.

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‘He looks fine,’ Jubilee thought as she entered his room. Wolverine was lying on his side, facing her. “Why is he not waking up?” she whispered to the furry blue doctor sitting beside him.
Beast, signaled her to keep her voice down and signaled he to come to the other side.

“Oh my god,” she gasped at the sight that awaited her. “What are those things?”
“They are…” Beast began, thinking that the girl might not noticed them when they had brought Wolverine in.
“I know what they are,” she cut him off. “What is happening to them? They are changing.”

“What are they doing to him?”