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Fic: Heaven (Magneto/Rogue, comicverse)
Title: Heaven
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willowaus
Character/Pairing: Magneto/Rogue
Verse: 616, after Uncanny X-Men 275 but before X-Men (2cnd series) #1
Rating: M
Word Count: 2,559
Summary: Rogue's lessons with Magneto progress and take a turn she didn't expect. Sequel to Passing Time
A/N: Many thanks tosionnain for looking this over. :)
Whatever was occurring between Magneto and Rogue had been steadily escalating over the past week, leaving Rogue dizzy with want and desperate to try and figure out what she was doing here. She'd half contemplated blocking herself in her room because being around Magneto only led to increasing her confusion, as they inevitably ended up a tangle of limbs on the sofa. She knew she wanted this; wanted his hands, his mouth on her, his body pressing into hers. She honestly wondered if she could see more in it for them than that. He was Magneto. Mutant terrorist. The X-Men's number one enemy except when he wasn't. She knew he thought what he was doing was right, was for the safety of a future for mutant-kind and whatever he did was instilled with a passion that consumed him. He was the same way with her, unless she put a stop to it.
It made her dizzy with passion, unable to think coherently, all her senses focused on the way he manipulated her body with his touch. It was dangerous. She was beginning to lose sight of why she had come here. To gain control. He'd showed her how to use her power to obtain information or even mastery of someone else's power for a few minutes. She was beginning not to care if she ever learned control as long as he kept doing what he was, lighting her nerve endings on fire with just a look. But this couldn't last. She was never supposed to stay up here with him.
Already she had been here longer than anticipated. She missed her friends, the sand beneath her feet, the feel of sun in her hair, the way the breeze twirled around her body as she took to the sky. She pressed her face against the glass of her bedroom window and stared down at Earth, marveling at how insignificant it all looked from up here and yet, beautiful at the same time.
He wanted her. She knew that but she wasn't sure why. She'd caught glimpses from him whenever her powers tugged, fantasies that she played out in the middle of the night building a frenzy of want building in her, night after night that she could never quite satiate. Her hands between her legs were not the same as his, and she felt herself longing for his and ending up crying out in frustration. But she refused to go to him, afraid what taking that final leap would do. Not that it was probably even possible to do so.
Touch was one thing. A simple barrier to allow him access to her body but to actually have sex. She shook her head. It wasn't going to happen, there was no point in thinking about it. She knew he had, though. She replayed the various methods he'd thought of to block her powers as he possessed her, filling her completely. Her hand pressed against the glass, seeking coldness to chill her body. She forced herself to look at the clock on her bedside table and sighed, knowing it was time to check in with the mansion. She truly hoped she didn't appear as flustered as she felt.
She entered his study and sat down on the couch, raising an eyebrow when she noted the comm was already set up. "They have been waiting," Magneto stated, from behind her and she turned looking up at him. His gaze was hot and he nodded at her. "I will leave you alone."
He departed calmly and she waited until the door shut before turning on the screen, surprised when Scott and the Professor's image appeared instead of Logan's. "Hello," she greeted, hoping her expression was neutral.
"It’s been two weeks longer than you projected," Cyclops stated, crossing his arms. His entire demeanor was tense.
"I've been with the X-Men for over a year and didn't gain control during that time either," she countered, trying to keep herself calm. She smiled, masking her anxiety. "It's just taken a little longer than I thought."
"You've been missing your check-in times."
"I've been busy, Scott." She could feel her control slipping and balled her hands in her lap, forcing herself to get a grip. "And they were always tentative."
His mouth twitched and she sighed, hating that she had to defend what she was doing. She was an X-Man, yes, but this was her life, her chance to try and get control. Everything else going on between her and Magneto, well...she just wasn't going to think about that right now.
"Scott," Xavier began and she turned her attention to him. She hated how collected he appeared. It was always so damn hard to read his expression. "I would like to speak to Rogue alone."
Cyclops nodded and stood. "Watch your back, Rogue." From Scott, that meant a lot.
She tried to stifle her sigh as she watched him leave and focused back on the Xavier. "Logan has informed me of...some delicate matters I wish to discuss with you." His hands were steepled in front of him, reminding her of how he'd looked the day she'd left the mansion to come here.
"Professor..." Her voice trailed off, unsure what to say. Was there really a point in denying it? The man was a telepath.
"Becoming involved with Magneto is a dangerous affair. I am sure you are aware of that." He was watching her intently and though she couldn't feel him looking around her head she had a sneaking suspicion that he was.
"Becoming involved with me is dangerous," Rogue countered, trying not to fidget.
He didn't respond right away and she could tell he was carefully figuring out what to say next. "Rogue, Erik is very gifted at deducing what one desires and using it to his advantage."
"He ain't the devil, Professor."
A smile tugged at Xavier's lips. "I wouldn't be so certain of that." His hands pressed against the panel and he frowned. "He would have no qualms of seducing you in order to indoctrinate you in his ways, Rogue. I fear for you alone on that station with him as the only other person you communicate regularly with. Erik has always been a charismatic man."
"That he is." She tilted her head to the side, contemplating what he'd said. "I don't think he's trying to do that. To indoctrinate me. Is it so hard to believe that he simply finds me attractive?" she asked, earnestly.
Xavier pressed his lips together. "Erik has been focused on one thing for as long as I have known him, Rogue, and that is his goal for mutant supremacy. I have no doubt he is attracted to you, but do not think he is not trying to sway you to his side by praying upon your weakness."
She frowned, his words stirring doubts in her mind. "Think about what I said, Rogue. We all miss you here and hope you will return soon."
"Give everyone my love," she murmured, and he nodded, the screen going black.
Leaning back against the couch she shut off the monitor and sighed, more confused than ever. They needed to talk and it needed to happen now. She'd put it off long enough. Sighing, she rose and went searching for him, unsurprised when she located him in the console room. Magneto didn't bother turning to look at her, his focus on the monitors before him. "I take it your conversation with Charles did not go well," he stated, and a chair screeched across the floor towards him, settling down a few feet before him.
It was as much of an invitation as she would get to join him. "It went as well as can be expected." She sat down before him, watching him intently.
She knew why she was involving herself with him. He was handsome, with the most captivating blue eyes she had ever seen, and hair she could draw her fingers through all day long if allowed. The rest of his body wasn't that bad either, and as much as she enjoyed his hands on her body, it was his voice that had first attracted her to him. He had a presence about him that demanded attention and his voice reflected that, reminding her of the preacher her aunt had forced her listen to spout sermons about the evilness of sin and immorality, reminding the congregation of their wicked ways. It always seemed as though he were talking only to you, finding that one wicked thought you'd had that day and ripping it to shreds before everyone. Magneto's was the same way, except he enticed what the old preacher would have deemed wicked.
"Is something the matter, Rogue?"
She blinked and shook her head before frowning. The only way this conversation was going to happen was if she just came out and asked it. "Why do you want me?" He arched a brow at the question and she became flustered. "That is...I mean..."
He held up a hand and she stilled her floundering. "I understood the question," he replied gently, though his tone had a slight teasing edge to it.
She glared and crossed her arms agitatedly, trying hard to resist the urge to tap her foot impatiently. "What brought this on?" His eyes narrowed and he leaned back. "Ah, yes, Charles, no doubt."
"I actually have been meaning to ask you for some time now," she murmured defensively.
"I find you attractive. Surely you must know that." She nodded, waiting for him to continue. "No one has managed to get under my skin like you have in a long time, Rogue. I do not know how to address that. I contemplated long and hard about asking you to come here, hoping this....desire I have to touch you would eventually dissipate." His gaze was hot and the chair she was in shifted closer to him so that their knees were touching. "If anything it has strengthened my need to do so."
"You do not share my ideals," he continued, fingers drawing lightly over her knee. "I highly doubt that you will." His expression darkened for a moment and she gasped as she was hauled forward onto his lap, his grip bruising on her hips. "I will not lie to you, Rogue. I would very much like for you to stay here with me, to join me." His mouth was on her neck, sucking gently before nipping her skin. She knew there would be a mark when he pulled back. "However, I am not foolish enough to believe that is truly a possibility."
"Why not?" she moaned, unable to believe she'd said that as she tightly clutched his shoulders.
"Your...family will not permit this to continue for much longer and I will not force you to choose," he informed her, and she pulled back, looking intently at him. "My time here is coming to an end, Rogue. What I said in the Savage Land is true. The world does not need a kind, gentle Magneto. They need a leader and I intend to do what I must." He brushed her hair back from her face and smiled gently. "You do not agree with my methods."
She shook her head and bit her lip, remembering his brutal attack upon Zaladane. "No, I don't." She averted her gaze. "She didn't have to die."
He grasped her chin and forced her to look at him, though his grip was kind. "It was necessary." His gaze was hard, reminding her of his expression when killing the other woman. He released his grip on her, fingers trailing featherlight down her neck. "I could have locked her away as I had the others and she would have returned to create more havoc, worse than before."
"You don't know that," Rogue protested, surprised as tears began sliding down her cheeks.
"I do, Rogue, because it is what I would have done," he countered, and kissed her, harshly, hands grasping her hips and tugging her closer.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping for air as he broke the kiss. He rose, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist so she didn't fall as he began walking the two of them out of the room. She groaned, helping him remove her shirt, dropping it to the floor as they entered his room. "You may say no," he told her, setting her down on the bed.
She shook her head, heart racing as she stared up at him, uncertain how they were going to accomplish this. "Trust me," he coaxed, and she whimpered as she felt the zipper of her jeans slowly come undone his hands tugging them from her body. "Trust me."
"I do," she murmured, her eyes wide in trepidation. He moved away from her and she licked her lips in anticipation as she watched him draw on gloves, the leather seeming to mold to his hands. "I don't want to hurt you."
He moved back to her, smiling possessively and pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her hungrily. "You won't," he said, against her lips, hands moving to undo her bra.
"Oh god," she groaned, as his hands cupped her breasts, slowly massaging them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, unconsciously pushing her hips into his, gasping as she felt his erection.
"Eager little thing." He twisted her nipples and she cried out, head tossing on the pillow as one of his hands trailed down her body and he began rubbing between her legs. One finger and then two slid inside of her and she grasped his shoulders, writhing beneath his body as she whispered words of encouragement. His expression was intent as he gazed down at her, a slow smile spreading across his face and she gasped as her panties were removed from her body. "We do not have to do this, Rogue."
"Oh god, Erik. Please," she moaned, moving against his hand, desperate.
She heard him opening a condom and then felt his erection pressed against her. She looked intently at him, nodding her permission. "Please."
"This will hurt," he murmured, thrusting into her. She winced and tightened her grip on his shoulders. His mouth was on hers again, continuing to thrust into her and she moaned against him as his thumb began rubbing her clit.
She tightened her legs around his waist, arms wrapping around his neck as she moved her hips against his, matching his rhythm. "Beautiful," he murmured, kissing her forehead.
Whimpering, she murmured incoherently, encouraging him. "Come for me, Rogue," he told her, and she cried out, body arching into his as she shook, trembling uncontrollably as she came. She continued to clutch desperately at him, pleased when he finally came, collapsing on top of her. They stayed like that for a few moments before he rolled off of her, disposing of the condom and re-situating his clothes. Turning back, he pulled her close, drawing the cover over them and kissed her brow, holding her tight.
Rogue sighed contentedly, listening to his heart beat as she drew her fingers across his chest. "They will be here to collect you in the morning, Rogue," Magneto stated, brushing her hair. "It is your decision to stay or to leave."
She nodded, not wanting to think about what her decision would be. It was enough to think about what the two of them had just finished doing and the ramifications that would cause if she did decide to return. If? She bit her bottom lip. When did that become if?
Author:
willowausCharacter/Pairing: Magneto/Rogue
Verse: 616, after Uncanny X-Men 275 but before X-Men (2cnd series) #1
Rating: M
Word Count: 2,559
Summary: Rogue's lessons with Magneto progress and take a turn she didn't expect. Sequel to Passing Time
A/N: Many thanks to
sionnain for looking this over. :)Whatever was occurring between Magneto and Rogue had been steadily escalating over the past week, leaving Rogue dizzy with want and desperate to try and figure out what she was doing here. She'd half contemplated blocking herself in her room because being around Magneto only led to increasing her confusion, as they inevitably ended up a tangle of limbs on the sofa. She knew she wanted this; wanted his hands, his mouth on her, his body pressing into hers. She honestly wondered if she could see more in it for them than that. He was Magneto. Mutant terrorist. The X-Men's number one enemy except when he wasn't. She knew he thought what he was doing was right, was for the safety of a future for mutant-kind and whatever he did was instilled with a passion that consumed him. He was the same way with her, unless she put a stop to it.
It made her dizzy with passion, unable to think coherently, all her senses focused on the way he manipulated her body with his touch. It was dangerous. She was beginning to lose sight of why she had come here. To gain control. He'd showed her how to use her power to obtain information or even mastery of someone else's power for a few minutes. She was beginning not to care if she ever learned control as long as he kept doing what he was, lighting her nerve endings on fire with just a look. But this couldn't last. She was never supposed to stay up here with him.
Already she had been here longer than anticipated. She missed her friends, the sand beneath her feet, the feel of sun in her hair, the way the breeze twirled around her body as she took to the sky. She pressed her face against the glass of her bedroom window and stared down at Earth, marveling at how insignificant it all looked from up here and yet, beautiful at the same time.
He wanted her. She knew that but she wasn't sure why. She'd caught glimpses from him whenever her powers tugged, fantasies that she played out in the middle of the night building a frenzy of want building in her, night after night that she could never quite satiate. Her hands between her legs were not the same as his, and she felt herself longing for his and ending up crying out in frustration. But she refused to go to him, afraid what taking that final leap would do. Not that it was probably even possible to do so.
Touch was one thing. A simple barrier to allow him access to her body but to actually have sex. She shook her head. It wasn't going to happen, there was no point in thinking about it. She knew he had, though. She replayed the various methods he'd thought of to block her powers as he possessed her, filling her completely. Her hand pressed against the glass, seeking coldness to chill her body. She forced herself to look at the clock on her bedside table and sighed, knowing it was time to check in with the mansion. She truly hoped she didn't appear as flustered as she felt.
She entered his study and sat down on the couch, raising an eyebrow when she noted the comm was already set up. "They have been waiting," Magneto stated, from behind her and she turned looking up at him. His gaze was hot and he nodded at her. "I will leave you alone."
He departed calmly and she waited until the door shut before turning on the screen, surprised when Scott and the Professor's image appeared instead of Logan's. "Hello," she greeted, hoping her expression was neutral.
"It’s been two weeks longer than you projected," Cyclops stated, crossing his arms. His entire demeanor was tense.
"I've been with the X-Men for over a year and didn't gain control during that time either," she countered, trying to keep herself calm. She smiled, masking her anxiety. "It's just taken a little longer than I thought."
"You've been missing your check-in times."
"I've been busy, Scott." She could feel her control slipping and balled her hands in her lap, forcing herself to get a grip. "And they were always tentative."
His mouth twitched and she sighed, hating that she had to defend what she was doing. She was an X-Man, yes, but this was her life, her chance to try and get control. Everything else going on between her and Magneto, well...she just wasn't going to think about that right now.
"Scott," Xavier began and she turned her attention to him. She hated how collected he appeared. It was always so damn hard to read his expression. "I would like to speak to Rogue alone."
Cyclops nodded and stood. "Watch your back, Rogue." From Scott, that meant a lot.
She tried to stifle her sigh as she watched him leave and focused back on the Xavier. "Logan has informed me of...some delicate matters I wish to discuss with you." His hands were steepled in front of him, reminding her of how he'd looked the day she'd left the mansion to come here.
"Professor..." Her voice trailed off, unsure what to say. Was there really a point in denying it? The man was a telepath.
"Becoming involved with Magneto is a dangerous affair. I am sure you are aware of that." He was watching her intently and though she couldn't feel him looking around her head she had a sneaking suspicion that he was.
"Becoming involved with me is dangerous," Rogue countered, trying not to fidget.
He didn't respond right away and she could tell he was carefully figuring out what to say next. "Rogue, Erik is very gifted at deducing what one desires and using it to his advantage."
"He ain't the devil, Professor."
A smile tugged at Xavier's lips. "I wouldn't be so certain of that." His hands pressed against the panel and he frowned. "He would have no qualms of seducing you in order to indoctrinate you in his ways, Rogue. I fear for you alone on that station with him as the only other person you communicate regularly with. Erik has always been a charismatic man."
"That he is." She tilted her head to the side, contemplating what he'd said. "I don't think he's trying to do that. To indoctrinate me. Is it so hard to believe that he simply finds me attractive?" she asked, earnestly.
Xavier pressed his lips together. "Erik has been focused on one thing for as long as I have known him, Rogue, and that is his goal for mutant supremacy. I have no doubt he is attracted to you, but do not think he is not trying to sway you to his side by praying upon your weakness."
She frowned, his words stirring doubts in her mind. "Think about what I said, Rogue. We all miss you here and hope you will return soon."
"Give everyone my love," she murmured, and he nodded, the screen going black.
Leaning back against the couch she shut off the monitor and sighed, more confused than ever. They needed to talk and it needed to happen now. She'd put it off long enough. Sighing, she rose and went searching for him, unsurprised when she located him in the console room. Magneto didn't bother turning to look at her, his focus on the monitors before him. "I take it your conversation with Charles did not go well," he stated, and a chair screeched across the floor towards him, settling down a few feet before him.
It was as much of an invitation as she would get to join him. "It went as well as can be expected." She sat down before him, watching him intently.
She knew why she was involving herself with him. He was handsome, with the most captivating blue eyes she had ever seen, and hair she could draw her fingers through all day long if allowed. The rest of his body wasn't that bad either, and as much as she enjoyed his hands on her body, it was his voice that had first attracted her to him. He had a presence about him that demanded attention and his voice reflected that, reminding her of the preacher her aunt had forced her listen to spout sermons about the evilness of sin and immorality, reminding the congregation of their wicked ways. It always seemed as though he were talking only to you, finding that one wicked thought you'd had that day and ripping it to shreds before everyone. Magneto's was the same way, except he enticed what the old preacher would have deemed wicked.
"Is something the matter, Rogue?"
She blinked and shook her head before frowning. The only way this conversation was going to happen was if she just came out and asked it. "Why do you want me?" He arched a brow at the question and she became flustered. "That is...I mean..."
He held up a hand and she stilled her floundering. "I understood the question," he replied gently, though his tone had a slight teasing edge to it.
She glared and crossed her arms agitatedly, trying hard to resist the urge to tap her foot impatiently. "What brought this on?" His eyes narrowed and he leaned back. "Ah, yes, Charles, no doubt."
"I actually have been meaning to ask you for some time now," she murmured defensively.
"I find you attractive. Surely you must know that." She nodded, waiting for him to continue. "No one has managed to get under my skin like you have in a long time, Rogue. I do not know how to address that. I contemplated long and hard about asking you to come here, hoping this....desire I have to touch you would eventually dissipate." His gaze was hot and the chair she was in shifted closer to him so that their knees were touching. "If anything it has strengthened my need to do so."
"You do not share my ideals," he continued, fingers drawing lightly over her knee. "I highly doubt that you will." His expression darkened for a moment and she gasped as she was hauled forward onto his lap, his grip bruising on her hips. "I will not lie to you, Rogue. I would very much like for you to stay here with me, to join me." His mouth was on her neck, sucking gently before nipping her skin. She knew there would be a mark when he pulled back. "However, I am not foolish enough to believe that is truly a possibility."
"Why not?" she moaned, unable to believe she'd said that as she tightly clutched his shoulders.
"Your...family will not permit this to continue for much longer and I will not force you to choose," he informed her, and she pulled back, looking intently at him. "My time here is coming to an end, Rogue. What I said in the Savage Land is true. The world does not need a kind, gentle Magneto. They need a leader and I intend to do what I must." He brushed her hair back from her face and smiled gently. "You do not agree with my methods."
She shook her head and bit her lip, remembering his brutal attack upon Zaladane. "No, I don't." She averted her gaze. "She didn't have to die."
He grasped her chin and forced her to look at him, though his grip was kind. "It was necessary." His gaze was hard, reminding her of his expression when killing the other woman. He released his grip on her, fingers trailing featherlight down her neck. "I could have locked her away as I had the others and she would have returned to create more havoc, worse than before."
"You don't know that," Rogue protested, surprised as tears began sliding down her cheeks.
"I do, Rogue, because it is what I would have done," he countered, and kissed her, harshly, hands grasping her hips and tugging her closer.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, gasping for air as he broke the kiss. He rose, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist so she didn't fall as he began walking the two of them out of the room. She groaned, helping him remove her shirt, dropping it to the floor as they entered his room. "You may say no," he told her, setting her down on the bed.
She shook her head, heart racing as she stared up at him, uncertain how they were going to accomplish this. "Trust me," he coaxed, and she whimpered as she felt the zipper of her jeans slowly come undone his hands tugging them from her body. "Trust me."
"I do," she murmured, her eyes wide in trepidation. He moved away from her and she licked her lips in anticipation as she watched him draw on gloves, the leather seeming to mold to his hands. "I don't want to hurt you."
He moved back to her, smiling possessively and pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her hungrily. "You won't," he said, against her lips, hands moving to undo her bra.
"Oh god," she groaned, as his hands cupped her breasts, slowly massaging them. She wrapped her legs around his waist, unconsciously pushing her hips into his, gasping as she felt his erection.
"Eager little thing." He twisted her nipples and she cried out, head tossing on the pillow as one of his hands trailed down her body and he began rubbing between her legs. One finger and then two slid inside of her and she grasped his shoulders, writhing beneath his body as she whispered words of encouragement. His expression was intent as he gazed down at her, a slow smile spreading across his face and she gasped as her panties were removed from her body. "We do not have to do this, Rogue."
"Oh god, Erik. Please," she moaned, moving against his hand, desperate.
She heard him opening a condom and then felt his erection pressed against her. She looked intently at him, nodding her permission. "Please."
"This will hurt," he murmured, thrusting into her. She winced and tightened her grip on his shoulders. His mouth was on hers again, continuing to thrust into her and she moaned against him as his thumb began rubbing her clit.
She tightened her legs around his waist, arms wrapping around his neck as she moved her hips against his, matching his rhythm. "Beautiful," he murmured, kissing her forehead.
Whimpering, she murmured incoherently, encouraging him. "Come for me, Rogue," he told her, and she cried out, body arching into his as she shook, trembling uncontrollably as she came. She continued to clutch desperately at him, pleased when he finally came, collapsing on top of her. They stayed like that for a few moments before he rolled off of her, disposing of the condom and re-situating his clothes. Turning back, he pulled her close, drawing the cover over them and kissed her brow, holding her tight.
Rogue sighed contentedly, listening to his heart beat as she drew her fingers across his chest. "They will be here to collect you in the morning, Rogue," Magneto stated, brushing her hair. "It is your decision to stay or to leave."
She nodded, not wanting to think about what her decision would be. It was enough to think about what the two of them had just finished doing and the ramifications that would cause if she did decide to return. If? She bit her bottom lip. When did that become if?
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