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Fic: Consumed Again (Magneto, Rogue, comicverse)
Title: Consumed Again
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willowaus
Character/Pairing: Magneto, Rogue
Verse: 616, after Uncanny X-Men 275 but before X-Men (2cnd series) #1
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,104
Summary: Rogue's lessons with Magneto progress and take a turn she didn't expect. Sequel to Talking in Circles
A/N: Many thanks tosionnain for looking this over. :)
Hard, urgent hands grasped her body, sliding along her skin and eliciting throaty moans from her mouth. Searing kisses danced along her neck before teeth clamped down on her shoulder causing her to cry out, body arching. She was falling, dropping through a white haze, hands still moving over her, touching her in places that made her want to scream out in pleasure, her body aching for release.
A terse knock woke her and she blinked blearily, hearing the sharp pounding again. She was leaning against the door, her neck and muscles protesting the awkward sleeping position, and she blushed three shades redder as she realized her hand was between her legs. "Rogue." Magneto's voice drifted into the room, followed by another knock and she yelped, quickly pulling her hand to her chest and moved to the opposite side of the room.
"Breakfast is ready," he stated, his voice calm, a sharp contrast to her frazzled form.
"I ain't hungry." The rumble from her stomach proved that to be a lie.
"You missed dinner last night," he began, and she shook her head, interrupting him, reiterating her earlier statement. "Very well. I will return when it is time for your lesson."
The sound of his footsteps signaled his departure and she slid down the wall, raking a hand nervously through her hair. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, laying her head on top and sighed. Her mind was racing, feeling utterly lost and vulnerable and a whole slew of emotions she didn't want to give name. She closed her eyes, images of her dream and what had occurred in the gym flashing through her mind and she pushed her head back onto the wall. Her eyes opened, her body tense with fear and excitement. His hands on her, his mouth on her, had set her skin on fire; and her body was begging her to go back and let him do it again.
She shook her head vehemently, tightening her grip on her legs. No. Its not me. Its him. Her hands were shaking and she clenched her eyes shut, overwhelmed by his desire. And your own. She moved into the bathroom and turned on the cold water full force. She peeled off her clothes and stepped under the spray. He was Magneto, her enemy, practically old enough to be--your grandfather, she hissed, the water chilling her to the bone. She sat down on the cold steel, letting her own tears mix with the spray.
I need to go home.
That thought kept ringing in her head and she stood up, turning off the spray and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around her body. She moved into the room and grasped her bag from under the bed, hurriedly throwing her belongings into it. Her breathing was erratic and she stopped, bracing her arms on the mattress, trying to calm herself down. I can't go...control...I need him to help...
Tears renewed, sliding hotly down her cheeks and she threw the bag back onto the ground. She fell onto the bed, drawing her knees back to her chest. Can't leave... She laid down on the mattress, hugging the pillow to her chest, and let her exhaustion take hold.
xxx
She groaned, body arching, rising over the mattress, her hands grasped the covers beneath her as her mind betrayed her, tormenting her as she replayed what had transpired in the gym, intertwining with her own fantasies. There was another knock on her door but she was down too deep and unable to comprehend what it was, allowing the sound to be swallowed and transformed, becoming part of her dream.
Magneto entered the room, raising an eyebrow at her current state of dress and writhing form. His eyes narrowed, hands clenching tightly at his sides as he stepped forward, suppressing the dark urges threatening to undo him. He grasped her shoulder and shook her "firmly yet gently and stepped back as her eyes widened. "It is time for your lesson," he stated, his voice void of emotion.
Rogue sat up, clutching the towel tighter to her body. "I don't...I don't think that's a good idea," she murmured, wiping hair from her face. There was no way she wanted another dose of him in her head this soon.
"You are here to learn--"
"I don't think my missing one lesson is gonna set us back that much," she interrupted, glaring at him before smiling slowly. "We'll start again tomorrow. Please..."
He pressed his lips together and nodded tersely. "Very well," he replied, and turned to leave, stopping when he spotted her bag on the floor. "Do you plan on disembarking without my knowledge?"
"No." She noted the tension in his voice and sighed. "I...I let my emotions get away with me," she murmured, looking away from him. "I'll see you at dinner."
He nodded before leaving the room, and she jumped at the clank of the door as it closed. Frowning, she forced herself to get up and unpack the bag, and then dressed. She shoved the empty bag back under the bed and sat down on the mattress at a complete loss for how she was going to continue staying up here, not with her thoughts...Ain't my thoughts. His...it'll go away...
She nodded and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Not mine, she repeated, ignoring the burning desire stirring inside of her.
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Rogue didn't leave her room for a few more hours, calculating how long it would be for dinner to be ready before she ventured out. She went straight to the kitchen, pleased his study door had been closed when she passed. Her eyes widened when she saw him in the kitchen, standing at the counter chopping onions. "What are you doing?" she asked, unable to keep the surprise from her voice.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "I would think it is fairly obvious, Rogue."
"But you don't cook," she murmured, slowly moving to stand beside him, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"I said I rarely endeavored to do so," he corrected, adding the onions to the large pot on the stove. "Are you through with your histrionics?"
She crossed her arms and leaned against the counter, rolling her eyes at him. "I see that you are not," he stated, the corners of his lips rising slightly.
"Stop making fun of me," she growled, and playfully swatted at him. "What can I do to help?"
"Fix a salad." He nodded towards the items on the counter and she set about doing so.
They worked in companionable silence and Rogue was pleased that her emotions were remaining checked. And then, he had reached behind her to retrieve the salt shaker. His fingers brushed along her back and she'd nearly jumped at the touch, desire spreading rapid-fire through her. He merely retrieved the shaker and added some salt to the pot. She took a deep breath, calming herself and continued with the salad, her mind reeling. He hadn't touched her skin, there had been no absorption. My reaction was my own...oh god... She cut into the cucumber vigorously, the slices becoming wildly erratic and he placed a hand on hers, removing the knife.
"We need to talk," he stated firmly, and released her hand.
She leaned against the counter, hands grasping the edge and regarded him carefully. "I...I suppose we do."
Two chairs slid out from the table and he gestured for her to sit. She silently did, following his lead. "I'm sorry for this morning...I was..." Confused, scared, lost... Taking a deep breath, she placed her hands on the table. "Confused. I mean, I didn't come here expecting--I mean, its not that I didn't like when you, I'm..."
"Rogue," he interrupted, placing a hand on hers, stilling her. "I had no ulterior motive for bringing you here."
She smiled at him. "I know. Got enough of you in my head to know you're as confused by this as I am." She pulled her hand away and settled them on her lap. "I shouldn't...you..." Sighing in frustration, she stopped talking, hating that she couldn't articulate what she was feeling. "I don't understand how this happened."
"I hardly think one expects for this to happen, Rogue," he murmured, and there was entirely too much mirth in his voice.
"It ain't that you are not..." Hot, handsome, a fine example... She raked a hand through her hair and bit her lip. "You're old enough to be--"
"Your grandfather," he provided, leaning back against his chair.
"Yeah...'cept you don't look it, not anymore, and I, we..." Why the hell was this so hard? "We were both working together when you were with the X-Men and I didn't feel, not like I do now." If she was really honest with herself, she'd been developing these insane thoughts since the Savage Land. "Why did this happen?"
"Is it honestly that horrible?" His eyes were narrowed as his body stiffened.
"It ain't horrible," she replied, smiling through her nervousness. "Unexpected." She frowned and looked down at her hands. "I don't see what possible appeal I can have for you." Her focus was on her hands. Deadly skin.
She jumped as his hands slammed into the table. "I detest when you talk that way, Rogue," he stated, his voice chilly. "You are not a leper nor should you be treated as one because of your power. You are a beautiful young woman. One that is resourceful and intelligent except when you berate yourself and you will cease that immediately."
"My power makes it so that I am basically a leper, or whatever you said," she growled, glaring at him.
He grasped her hand. "Is that so?" he asked, tugging her to her feet and towards him. She stumbled and braced her hands against his shoulders to keep from falling. "Did I treat you as such?" His hands were on her waist, thumbs slowly stroking her. "Last night, when I allowed my emotions to get the better of me, did I see your power as a deterrent?"
"No," she breathed, remembering his mouth against hers.
"Then desist with those statements," he ordered, one hand sliding along her stomach as he stared up at her.
"Why aren't you scared?" she murmured, letting him pull her forward more so that she was straddling his lap.
"It is your gift, Rogue." He smiled and drew a finger across her lips, causing her to moan. "It is time you started seeing it as such. Not as a curse."
Her protests were extinguished as his hand wrapped in her hair, bringing her head down, pressing his mouth urgently to hers. Her power started and she tried to pull back but he kept his hand securely in her hair, his lips demanding as his hunger combined with her own. Finally, he broke the kiss and they were both gasping for air as he recovered from the drain and she rested her forehead against his, her hair keeping him safe from her power. His mouth was on her again, placing hot, searing kisses along her neck as his hand slid up her body, stroking her sides and stomach, the underside of her breasts.
She moaned, grip tightening on his shoulders as she continued to draw from him, though at a slower, random pace. The metal was singing to her with haunting undertones and she closed her eyes, listening to it, focusing on his hands and mouth as they moved across her body. "Oh god," she groaned, his fantasies playing out in her mind, colliding with her own and becoming one.
"Not a curse," he murmured, against her neck, nipping her as his hands cupped her breasts. "Is it, Rogue?"
"No." She shook her head, pressing herself into his hands, whimpering as he stroked her, lips crushing hers.
The timer went off and she groaned as they broke apart. His hands moved to her waist, idly running along it before helping her off of him. She sank into her chair, watching him as he turned off the stove and removed the pot from the burner. "What...what now?"
"We eat," he stated, placing a plate in front of her.
"That..."
"I know," he interrupted. "Eat, Rogue. We will not figure this in a day."
Slowly, she did so, trying to determine the next step and how she would explain this to the others. Just cause he...this doesn't mean I'm staying indefinitely, she reasoned with herself, trying to ignore the deep yearning she developed each time she looked at him.
Author:
willowausCharacter/Pairing: Magneto, Rogue
Verse: 616, after Uncanny X-Men 275 but before X-Men (2cnd series) #1
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,104
Summary: Rogue's lessons with Magneto progress and take a turn she didn't expect. Sequel to Talking in Circles
A/N: Many thanks to
sionnain for looking this over. :)Hard, urgent hands grasped her body, sliding along her skin and eliciting throaty moans from her mouth. Searing kisses danced along her neck before teeth clamped down on her shoulder causing her to cry out, body arching. She was falling, dropping through a white haze, hands still moving over her, touching her in places that made her want to scream out in pleasure, her body aching for release.
A terse knock woke her and she blinked blearily, hearing the sharp pounding again. She was leaning against the door, her neck and muscles protesting the awkward sleeping position, and she blushed three shades redder as she realized her hand was between her legs. "Rogue." Magneto's voice drifted into the room, followed by another knock and she yelped, quickly pulling her hand to her chest and moved to the opposite side of the room.
"Breakfast is ready," he stated, his voice calm, a sharp contrast to her frazzled form.
"I ain't hungry." The rumble from her stomach proved that to be a lie.
"You missed dinner last night," he began, and she shook her head, interrupting him, reiterating her earlier statement. "Very well. I will return when it is time for your lesson."
The sound of his footsteps signaled his departure and she slid down the wall, raking a hand nervously through her hair. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, laying her head on top and sighed. Her mind was racing, feeling utterly lost and vulnerable and a whole slew of emotions she didn't want to give name. She closed her eyes, images of her dream and what had occurred in the gym flashing through her mind and she pushed her head back onto the wall. Her eyes opened, her body tense with fear and excitement. His hands on her, his mouth on her, had set her skin on fire; and her body was begging her to go back and let him do it again.
She shook her head vehemently, tightening her grip on her legs. No. Its not me. Its him. Her hands were shaking and she clenched her eyes shut, overwhelmed by his desire. And your own. She moved into the bathroom and turned on the cold water full force. She peeled off her clothes and stepped under the spray. He was Magneto, her enemy, practically old enough to be--your grandfather, she hissed, the water chilling her to the bone. She sat down on the cold steel, letting her own tears mix with the spray.
I need to go home.
That thought kept ringing in her head and she stood up, turning off the spray and grabbed the towel, wrapping it around her body. She moved into the room and grasped her bag from under the bed, hurriedly throwing her belongings into it. Her breathing was erratic and she stopped, bracing her arms on the mattress, trying to calm herself down. I can't go...control...I need him to help...
Tears renewed, sliding hotly down her cheeks and she threw the bag back onto the ground. She fell onto the bed, drawing her knees back to her chest. Can't leave... She laid down on the mattress, hugging the pillow to her chest, and let her exhaustion take hold.
xxx
She groaned, body arching, rising over the mattress, her hands grasped the covers beneath her as her mind betrayed her, tormenting her as she replayed what had transpired in the gym, intertwining with her own fantasies. There was another knock on her door but she was down too deep and unable to comprehend what it was, allowing the sound to be swallowed and transformed, becoming part of her dream.
Magneto entered the room, raising an eyebrow at her current state of dress and writhing form. His eyes narrowed, hands clenching tightly at his sides as he stepped forward, suppressing the dark urges threatening to undo him. He grasped her shoulder and shook her "firmly yet gently and stepped back as her eyes widened. "It is time for your lesson," he stated, his voice void of emotion.
Rogue sat up, clutching the towel tighter to her body. "I don't...I don't think that's a good idea," she murmured, wiping hair from her face. There was no way she wanted another dose of him in her head this soon.
"You are here to learn--"
"I don't think my missing one lesson is gonna set us back that much," she interrupted, glaring at him before smiling slowly. "We'll start again tomorrow. Please..."
He pressed his lips together and nodded tersely. "Very well," he replied, and turned to leave, stopping when he spotted her bag on the floor. "Do you plan on disembarking without my knowledge?"
"No." She noted the tension in his voice and sighed. "I...I let my emotions get away with me," she murmured, looking away from him. "I'll see you at dinner."
He nodded before leaving the room, and she jumped at the clank of the door as it closed. Frowning, she forced herself to get up and unpack the bag, and then dressed. She shoved the empty bag back under the bed and sat down on the mattress at a complete loss for how she was going to continue staying up here, not with her thoughts...Ain't my thoughts. His...it'll go away...
She nodded and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Not mine, she repeated, ignoring the burning desire stirring inside of her.
xxx
Rogue didn't leave her room for a few more hours, calculating how long it would be for dinner to be ready before she ventured out. She went straight to the kitchen, pleased his study door had been closed when she passed. Her eyes widened when she saw him in the kitchen, standing at the counter chopping onions. "What are you doing?" she asked, unable to keep the surprise from her voice.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "I would think it is fairly obvious, Rogue."
"But you don't cook," she murmured, slowly moving to stand beside him, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"I said I rarely endeavored to do so," he corrected, adding the onions to the large pot on the stove. "Are you through with your histrionics?"
She crossed her arms and leaned against the counter, rolling her eyes at him. "I see that you are not," he stated, the corners of his lips rising slightly.
"Stop making fun of me," she growled, and playfully swatted at him. "What can I do to help?"
"Fix a salad." He nodded towards the items on the counter and she set about doing so.
They worked in companionable silence and Rogue was pleased that her emotions were remaining checked. And then, he had reached behind her to retrieve the salt shaker. His fingers brushed along her back and she'd nearly jumped at the touch, desire spreading rapid-fire through her. He merely retrieved the shaker and added some salt to the pot. She took a deep breath, calming herself and continued with the salad, her mind reeling. He hadn't touched her skin, there had been no absorption. My reaction was my own...oh god... She cut into the cucumber vigorously, the slices becoming wildly erratic and he placed a hand on hers, removing the knife.
"We need to talk," he stated firmly, and released her hand.
She leaned against the counter, hands grasping the edge and regarded him carefully. "I...I suppose we do."
Two chairs slid out from the table and he gestured for her to sit. She silently did, following his lead. "I'm sorry for this morning...I was..." Confused, scared, lost... Taking a deep breath, she placed her hands on the table. "Confused. I mean, I didn't come here expecting--I mean, its not that I didn't like when you, I'm..."
"Rogue," he interrupted, placing a hand on hers, stilling her. "I had no ulterior motive for bringing you here."
She smiled at him. "I know. Got enough of you in my head to know you're as confused by this as I am." She pulled her hand away and settled them on her lap. "I shouldn't...you..." Sighing in frustration, she stopped talking, hating that she couldn't articulate what she was feeling. "I don't understand how this happened."
"I hardly think one expects for this to happen, Rogue," he murmured, and there was entirely too much mirth in his voice.
"It ain't that you are not..." Hot, handsome, a fine example... She raked a hand through her hair and bit her lip. "You're old enough to be--"
"Your grandfather," he provided, leaning back against his chair.
"Yeah...'cept you don't look it, not anymore, and I, we..." Why the hell was this so hard? "We were both working together when you were with the X-Men and I didn't feel, not like I do now." If she was really honest with herself, she'd been developing these insane thoughts since the Savage Land. "Why did this happen?"
"Is it honestly that horrible?" His eyes were narrowed as his body stiffened.
"It ain't horrible," she replied, smiling through her nervousness. "Unexpected." She frowned and looked down at her hands. "I don't see what possible appeal I can have for you." Her focus was on her hands. Deadly skin.
She jumped as his hands slammed into the table. "I detest when you talk that way, Rogue," he stated, his voice chilly. "You are not a leper nor should you be treated as one because of your power. You are a beautiful young woman. One that is resourceful and intelligent except when you berate yourself and you will cease that immediately."
"My power makes it so that I am basically a leper, or whatever you said," she growled, glaring at him.
He grasped her hand. "Is that so?" he asked, tugging her to her feet and towards him. She stumbled and braced her hands against his shoulders to keep from falling. "Did I treat you as such?" His hands were on her waist, thumbs slowly stroking her. "Last night, when I allowed my emotions to get the better of me, did I see your power as a deterrent?"
"No," she breathed, remembering his mouth against hers.
"Then desist with those statements," he ordered, one hand sliding along her stomach as he stared up at her.
"Why aren't you scared?" she murmured, letting him pull her forward more so that she was straddling his lap.
"It is your gift, Rogue." He smiled and drew a finger across her lips, causing her to moan. "It is time you started seeing it as such. Not as a curse."
Her protests were extinguished as his hand wrapped in her hair, bringing her head down, pressing his mouth urgently to hers. Her power started and she tried to pull back but he kept his hand securely in her hair, his lips demanding as his hunger combined with her own. Finally, he broke the kiss and they were both gasping for air as he recovered from the drain and she rested her forehead against his, her hair keeping him safe from her power. His mouth was on her again, placing hot, searing kisses along her neck as his hand slid up her body, stroking her sides and stomach, the underside of her breasts.
She moaned, grip tightening on his shoulders as she continued to draw from him, though at a slower, random pace. The metal was singing to her with haunting undertones and she closed her eyes, listening to it, focusing on his hands and mouth as they moved across her body. "Oh god," she groaned, his fantasies playing out in her mind, colliding with her own and becoming one.
"Not a curse," he murmured, against her neck, nipping her as his hands cupped her breasts. "Is it, Rogue?"
"No." She shook her head, pressing herself into his hands, whimpering as he stroked her, lips crushing hers.
The timer went off and she groaned as they broke apart. His hands moved to her waist, idly running along it before helping her off of him. She sank into her chair, watching him as he turned off the stove and removed the pot from the burner. "What...what now?"
"We eat," he stated, placing a plate in front of her.
"That..."
"I know," he interrupted. "Eat, Rogue. We will not figure this in a day."
Slowly, she did so, trying to determine the next step and how she would explain this to the others. Just cause he...this doesn't mean I'm staying indefinitely, she reasoned with herself, trying to ignore the deep yearning she developed each time she looked at him.
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