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Fic: Wreck
Title: Wreck
Author: willowaus
Rating: R
Verse: My Adaptation universe :D
Summary: Rogue tries to deal with the consequences of her actions.
A/N: So, Sion, (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sionnain) and I did another challenge between the two of us. This one had to be about the aftermath of a mission, be between 500-1500 words, and include the phrase "I don’t think that’s sanitary
Also posted this in the Magneto/Rogue group called Demented Allure.
She was shaking, her gaze locked on her trembling hands, barely registering any of the commotion occurring around her. Mutie bitch. Rogue closed her eyes, hearing the young woman’s voice echo in her head. Mutant scum.
The door to the plane opened and she jumped in her seat, eyes widening in fear at the noise. Slowly she undid her belt and followed the others down the ramp, trying to control her quivering form as they walked through the hallway towards the debriefing room.
Mockery of nature. Rogue shook her head, trying to ignore the voice.
Magneto was talking. She watched his mouth, trying to decipher the words that he spoke, but was unable to process anything. He wasn’t looking at her, his focus on the rest of the team, and she stilled the urge to touch him, to feel his strength. Instead, she subtly removed her gloves and slid her fingers over the cool steel of the chair, calming a bit.
“That is all,” Magneto finished, waving his hand, the door opening behind him.
She watched as the others rose and forced her body to do the same, trailing after them, casting a glance back toward Magneto. His attention was on the papers before him and she knew he wouldn’t be leaving them any time soon. Magneto. Erik Lehnsherr. Mutant #00001. Power involves the manipulation of metal, the woman recited. Extremely dangerous. Kill on sight.
“Earth to Rogue!” Pyro said, waving a hand in front of her face.
She blinked. “What?” she asked, glaring. Stop, stop, stop, she pleaded, trying to block the woman’s voice as she quoted Pyro’s power and human name.
“We’re going to make some lunch,” he informed her, nodding his head back to indicate Blob and Avalanche would be joining him. “You coming?”
“I just want to sleep,” Rogue replied, forcing her face to remain impassive.
Avalanche and Blob started walking towards the kitchen. Pyro peered closely at her. “You did what you had to do, Rogue,” he told her, reaching a gentle hand towards her.
Killer, the woman sneered. “I’m fine,” Rogue replied, wrenching her arm away. “Go eat.”
“If we don’t hurry, Blob might start eating the meat raw,” Avalanche said, shaking his head as the larger mutant neared the kitchen.
“I don’t think that’s sanitary,” Pyro replied, running after them. She watched as he cast a quick look back towards her and she turned away, heading towards the bedroom.
You’re dangerous. You mean to kill us all. Rogue shut her eyes, grasping her hair and pulling hard as she tried to make the woman’s voice disappear. You should never have been born.
Rogue walked into the room and quickly began to remove her clothes, dropping them on the floor as she neared the bathroom. She turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower, hissing as the scalding water hit her skin. We’ll never stop trying to kill you and your kind, the woman sneered. Your death is inevitable.
“What are you doing?” Magneto asked, turning off the water, and pulling her out of the shower.
“Make her go away,” Rogue pleaded, scratching at her arms. Mutant whore.
He grabbed her hands. “Away?” Magneto asked, looking closely at her. She looked up at him and watched his eyes widen in realization. “She touched you.”
“I can’t shut her out,” she whispered, thrashing her head, trying to force the voice away. The government will find you and kill you all. Just like you did me. “No,” Rogue screamed, closing her eyes.
Her eyes opened again as she felt his bare hands cupping her face and they widened as her power began to pull at him. “Erik!” she cried out, trying to move away from him.
He rushed into her and she clenched her eyes closed, biting her lip. Stop fighting me, he ordered inside of her, his power flowing through her. You are a mutant, Rogue. His determination, his conviction that what they are doing is right flowed through her, wrapping itself inside of her and drowned the human’s voice away.
He released his grip on her and she leaned against the porcelain tub, the metal in the fortress singing to her, soothing her aching body. She watched as he composed himself, the color once again returning to his face. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Magneto demanded, roughly picking her up and helping her to their bed.
“I thought I could make her go away,” she whispered, watching the closet doors open and close as they passed them. “She didn’t hold on that long.”
She leaned her head against the pillows and closed her eyes. “She didn’t want to go away,” she whispered. “She kept taunting me, telling me horrible things.”
She felt the zipper on her black leather shirt slide down and looked back at him. “We’re not human,” Rogue said, hissing as his fingers slid over her stomach.
“No, we are not,” Magneto replied, his voice steely.
“They hate us,” she continued, helping him remove the shirt from her body. “They mean to kill us.”
“Yes,” he said, pushing her back down onto the bed.
“You mean to kill them,” she whispered, moaning as he roughly pulled off her pants and panties.
“My purpose is to save mutants,” Magneto corrected, throwing the garments to the floor. “If humans must die in order for that to happen I am willing to make that happen.”
“Thank you,” she said, reaching a hand out towards him. “I don’t hear her anymore.”
“You should have said something right away,” he said, grasping both of her hands and pulling them above her head.
Rogue nodded. “Make them stay,” she urged him, looking towards their interlocked hands.
A predatory smile graced his lips as he looked down at her. A set of handcuffs floated out of his dresser drawer and moved towards them. He placed them around her wrists and locked them in place. His hands moved to her breasts, slowly he began to rub the soft flesh with his palms. “Mystique told me you killed the woman,” Magneto replied, running his thumbs across her nipples.
She arched into his touch and nodded. “My beautiful, brave girl,” he said in her ear, his voice causing her to moan.
“She was going to try to kill you,” Rogue whispered as his tongue flicked against one nub.
His mouth moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention before he slowly moved to her stomach, pressing feather light kisses against her skin. She gasped as he pushed open her legs and squirmed as his tongue trailed across her nether lips. Her head thrashed on the bed, body arching as his tongue caressed her. She strained against the handcuffs, bucking against his mouth, her control melting away. His hands pressed her thighs to the bed, each stroke becoming harder and driving her closer to the edge.
He released one thigh, and pinched her clit. She cried out, back arching as she shook uncontrollably. His thumb began to rub harder against the bundle of nerves, his tongue continuing its torturous caress. She came hard, eyes closing as she gave herself over to his touch, unable to comprehend anything but the way he was making her feel. Her eyes opened as he pulled away from her and she gasped as he entered her, his face looming above hers, hands on either side of her head.
Each thrust was harder than the last, driving him deeper into her. He stared intently at her and she gasped as she felt his fingers slide down her stomach, before they began to rub incessantly against her clit. She closed her eyes, her head thrashing against the pillow at the onslaught of sensations. “You killed for me,” Magneto whispered in her ear, pinching her nub.
She gasped, tugging on the restraints. “Yes,” she hissed as he repeated the motion.
“My beautiful, little soldier,” he murmured before he came hard inside of her, his fingers pinching her clit one last time.
She arched against him, gasping for air unable to respond to that. He rested his forehead against hers, slowly gaining control of his own breathing before he pulled out of her and rolled to his side of the bed, dragging her body along with him. She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
Mutie freak, the woman’s voice echoed in Rogue’s mind.
A smile spread across Rogue’s face. Yes, she replied, sighing happily as Magneto’s hands caressed her hair. I am.
Author: willowaus
Rating: R
Verse: My Adaptation universe :D
Summary: Rogue tries to deal with the consequences of her actions.
A/N: So, Sion, (
sionnain) and I did another challenge between the two of us. This one had to be about the aftermath of a mission, be between 500-1500 words, and include the phrase "I don’t think that’s sanitaryAlso posted this in the Magneto/Rogue group called Demented Allure.
She was shaking, her gaze locked on her trembling hands, barely registering any of the commotion occurring around her. Mutie bitch. Rogue closed her eyes, hearing the young woman’s voice echo in her head. Mutant scum.
The door to the plane opened and she jumped in her seat, eyes widening in fear at the noise. Slowly she undid her belt and followed the others down the ramp, trying to control her quivering form as they walked through the hallway towards the debriefing room.
Mockery of nature. Rogue shook her head, trying to ignore the voice.
Magneto was talking. She watched his mouth, trying to decipher the words that he spoke, but was unable to process anything. He wasn’t looking at her, his focus on the rest of the team, and she stilled the urge to touch him, to feel his strength. Instead, she subtly removed her gloves and slid her fingers over the cool steel of the chair, calming a bit.
“That is all,” Magneto finished, waving his hand, the door opening behind him.
She watched as the others rose and forced her body to do the same, trailing after them, casting a glance back toward Magneto. His attention was on the papers before him and she knew he wouldn’t be leaving them any time soon. Magneto. Erik Lehnsherr. Mutant #00001. Power involves the manipulation of metal, the woman recited. Extremely dangerous. Kill on sight.
“Earth to Rogue!” Pyro said, waving a hand in front of her face.
She blinked. “What?” she asked, glaring. Stop, stop, stop, she pleaded, trying to block the woman’s voice as she quoted Pyro’s power and human name.
“We’re going to make some lunch,” he informed her, nodding his head back to indicate Blob and Avalanche would be joining him. “You coming?”
“I just want to sleep,” Rogue replied, forcing her face to remain impassive.
Avalanche and Blob started walking towards the kitchen. Pyro peered closely at her. “You did what you had to do, Rogue,” he told her, reaching a gentle hand towards her.
Killer, the woman sneered. “I’m fine,” Rogue replied, wrenching her arm away. “Go eat.”
“If we don’t hurry, Blob might start eating the meat raw,” Avalanche said, shaking his head as the larger mutant neared the kitchen.
“I don’t think that’s sanitary,” Pyro replied, running after them. She watched as he cast a quick look back towards her and she turned away, heading towards the bedroom.
You’re dangerous. You mean to kill us all. Rogue shut her eyes, grasping her hair and pulling hard as she tried to make the woman’s voice disappear. You should never have been born.
Rogue walked into the room and quickly began to remove her clothes, dropping them on the floor as she neared the bathroom. She turned on the hot water and stepped into the shower, hissing as the scalding water hit her skin. We’ll never stop trying to kill you and your kind, the woman sneered. Your death is inevitable.
“What are you doing?” Magneto asked, turning off the water, and pulling her out of the shower.
“Make her go away,” Rogue pleaded, scratching at her arms. Mutant whore.
He grabbed her hands. “Away?” Magneto asked, looking closely at her. She looked up at him and watched his eyes widen in realization. “She touched you.”
“I can’t shut her out,” she whispered, thrashing her head, trying to force the voice away. The government will find you and kill you all. Just like you did me. “No,” Rogue screamed, closing her eyes.
Her eyes opened again as she felt his bare hands cupping her face and they widened as her power began to pull at him. “Erik!” she cried out, trying to move away from him.
He rushed into her and she clenched her eyes closed, biting her lip. Stop fighting me, he ordered inside of her, his power flowing through her. You are a mutant, Rogue. His determination, his conviction that what they are doing is right flowed through her, wrapping itself inside of her and drowned the human’s voice away.
He released his grip on her and she leaned against the porcelain tub, the metal in the fortress singing to her, soothing her aching body. She watched as he composed himself, the color once again returning to his face. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Magneto demanded, roughly picking her up and helping her to their bed.
“I thought I could make her go away,” she whispered, watching the closet doors open and close as they passed them. “She didn’t hold on that long.”
She leaned her head against the pillows and closed her eyes. “She didn’t want to go away,” she whispered. “She kept taunting me, telling me horrible things.”
She felt the zipper on her black leather shirt slide down and looked back at him. “We’re not human,” Rogue said, hissing as his fingers slid over her stomach.
“No, we are not,” Magneto replied, his voice steely.
“They hate us,” she continued, helping him remove the shirt from her body. “They mean to kill us.”
“Yes,” he said, pushing her back down onto the bed.
“You mean to kill them,” she whispered, moaning as he roughly pulled off her pants and panties.
“My purpose is to save mutants,” Magneto corrected, throwing the garments to the floor. “If humans must die in order for that to happen I am willing to make that happen.”
“Thank you,” she said, reaching a hand out towards him. “I don’t hear her anymore.”
“You should have said something right away,” he said, grasping both of her hands and pulling them above her head.
Rogue nodded. “Make them stay,” she urged him, looking towards their interlocked hands.
A predatory smile graced his lips as he looked down at her. A set of handcuffs floated out of his dresser drawer and moved towards them. He placed them around her wrists and locked them in place. His hands moved to her breasts, slowly he began to rub the soft flesh with his palms. “Mystique told me you killed the woman,” Magneto replied, running his thumbs across her nipples.
She arched into his touch and nodded. “My beautiful, brave girl,” he said in her ear, his voice causing her to moan.
“She was going to try to kill you,” Rogue whispered as his tongue flicked against one nub.
His mouth moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention before he slowly moved to her stomach, pressing feather light kisses against her skin. She gasped as he pushed open her legs and squirmed as his tongue trailed across her nether lips. Her head thrashed on the bed, body arching as his tongue caressed her. She strained against the handcuffs, bucking against his mouth, her control melting away. His hands pressed her thighs to the bed, each stroke becoming harder and driving her closer to the edge.
He released one thigh, and pinched her clit. She cried out, back arching as she shook uncontrollably. His thumb began to rub harder against the bundle of nerves, his tongue continuing its torturous caress. She came hard, eyes closing as she gave herself over to his touch, unable to comprehend anything but the way he was making her feel. Her eyes opened as he pulled away from her and she gasped as he entered her, his face looming above hers, hands on either side of her head.
Each thrust was harder than the last, driving him deeper into her. He stared intently at her and she gasped as she felt his fingers slide down her stomach, before they began to rub incessantly against her clit. She closed her eyes, her head thrashing against the pillow at the onslaught of sensations. “You killed for me,” Magneto whispered in her ear, pinching her nub.
She gasped, tugging on the restraints. “Yes,” she hissed as he repeated the motion.
“My beautiful, little soldier,” he murmured before he came hard inside of her, his fingers pinching her clit one last time.
She arched against him, gasping for air unable to respond to that. He rested his forehead against hers, slowly gaining control of his own breathing before he pulled out of her and rolled to his side of the bed, dragging her body along with him. She laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes.
Mutie freak, the woman’s voice echoed in Rogue’s mind.
A smile spread across Rogue’s face. Yes, she replied, sighing happily as Magneto’s hands caressed her hair. I am.
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Those last two lines were jus perfect :)
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