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Glaring Decipher
Chapter Fourteen:
Magneto broke the kiss, as he held Rogue in his arms outside on the institutes' grounds.
"Are you okay?" Rogue asked him: her hands on his shoulders: as she stared into his eyes. It looked as though, for once, she was searching for something in his gaze.
"I'll be alright," he said again. "How did you know, before I did?" he asked. He wasn't sure she would be willing to answer the question: but it was worth asking.
"Hindsight," she answered. "It easier to realize some things after the fact, when things aren't so emotionally draining," she added. That made sense, he supposed.
"I see," he said.
"Wanna go back to running?" she asked. He tightened his hold around her waist, pulling her even closer to him. He watched her face flush. He was greatly enjoying the feel of her body against his: she was so warm. He supposed, he was as well.
"How's your control?" he asked.
"Hasn't wavered since yesterday night," she answered.
"Really?" he asked.
"Yeah," she answered. He moved his bare hand to her back, slipping his hand underneath her shirt onto her back. He watched her close her eyes as he ran his hand up and down her back.
"Perhaps, I was mistaken and running is too calm of an activity," he said.
"You got something else in mind?" she asked with a smirk. He leaned in and put his mouth by her ear.
"Indeed, but we must return to my bedroom in order to enact this idea of mine," he whispered as her hands on his shoulders tightened their grip.
"Yes, sir," she muttered breathlessly. He pulled away from her and took her hand in his again. She smiled at him as they ran hand in hand back towards the manor.
A few minutes later, they were entering his bed room and he closed the door behind them. He watched her walk over to the bed: before she turned back to look at him.
"What your idea?" she asked with a smirk.
"Wait," he said as before he walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. He turned his gaze to her body. "Clothes off, all of them," he ordered.
"Yes, sir," she said with a smirk before kicked off her shoes. She lifted her shirt up and off of her head. She was wearing a black lacey bra: it was lovely on her. He smirked as he used his powers to undo the button on her jeans and zipper. "Do you wanna undress me?" she asked. "Because you can, if you want to," she said. He smiled at that.
"I think, I might," he said as he reached out to her. She put her hand in his as he pulled her towards him. His hands went to her waist as he kissed her stomach. He heard her let out a happy sigh as he felt her fingers in his hair. He glanced up at her and saw her eyes were closed. The expression on her face: satisfied is what he would call it. "This must be liberating for you," he commented.
"You don't know the half of it," she said with a smirk as he ran his hands up and down her sides. Her answer left him with more questions: as she comments usually did. He decided to let it go for the moment and allow the girl to bask in whatever emotion she was feeling. They were both going to enjoy this.
He moved his hands down: pushing her jeans and underwear down. He got off of the bed: instead kneeling on the floor in front of her. She lifted one leg up at a time as he pulled the jeans and underwear off of her completely. He ran his hands up her thighs as he kissed her legs. His hands took hold of her hips as he pushed her onto the bed. He spread her legs before his lips found her groan. He used his hands to spread the lips of her vagina. She let out a gasp as he kissed her there.
"You are delicious, my dear and so wet already," he said pleased. "Such a good girl," he said before he moved to lick her.
"I'm really not," she muttered.
"Not what?" he asked.
"A good girl. I'm not one," she said. Nearly every conversation with her surprised him.
"What makes you say that?" he asked as he put his thumb on her clit.
"A good girl wouldn't be enjoying this as much as I am," she said. That comment had him worried. She was young: if that thought became caught in her mind now, the poor girl could make every sexual experience a moment of shame for herself.
"Enjoying sex does not make you immoral," he said seriously.
"I know," she said. "It's not that. It's everything else," she said.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I knew you were there, watching me the second and third time. I could have called out to you and both of us would be doing this, much sooner," she said. His eyes narrowed in anger as he moved his hands to her thighs.
"If I had found out about how much you knew back then, we both know what I might have done to protect my secrets. I would have blackmailed you, threatened you. Maybe even kidnapped you if I felt you couldn't be trusted to keep them. You knew that and would never have been willing to take the risk. You're smarter than that," he said darkly as he searched her gaze. The look was there; intensified.
"If you don't want to answer my questions. Fine," he said bluntly. "I've gotten used to you avoiding them. But do not-" he said firmly as he tightened his grip on her thighs: his nails pressing into her skin: a silent threat. "Do not lie to me, Rogue," he ordered firmly. She sat up and pulled his face to her and pulled him into a kiss. He allowed her to deepen the kiss: but only for a moment. He was not going to allow her to ignore his order.
He took hold of her waist and lifted her against him: allowing her for the moment to believe her tactic was working. He moved them both further onto the bed: her head was now near the headboard of his bed. He called on his abilities, lifted a pen into the air and stripped it of its' metal casing. He warped the mental as he grabbed her hands off of her cheeks and pinned them to the bed. Her eyes snapped open as he cuffed her hands to the headboard. Her eyes were glancing at the cuffs: wide and curious. He took her chin in his hand and turned her face till she met his gaze.
"I am not an idiot, Rogue. Do not change the subject," he said firmly. "That was a lie, admit it," he said angrily.
"Fine," she said. "I admit it, I lied to you," she said. "You're right. I couldn't afford to tell you then. We both know you might have done," she said.
"If I can't lie to you, then you cannot lie to me. Is that understood?" he asked firmly.
"Max, you can lie to me," she said. "But I'm always gonna know," she said. "I don't have any type of threat to keep you from trying that. I'm not threatening you in any way, you know that right?" she asked.
"I'm not sure I do," he said. "Why aren't you a good girl? I want the truth this time," he said. Her eyes glanced down at his hand on her chin and a smirk came to her face.
"Do you also wanna know, why I haven't knocked you unconscious yet?" she asked. His eyes narrowed as he removed his hand form her chin. He got off the bed, went to the bathroom and put on the pair of gloves hanging in there. If she wanted the option to render him unconscious, she should not have pointed out his mistake.
He took a deep breath as he exited the bathroom. There chained to his bed was the girl: in nothing but her bra and black socks. Her face was flushed: her skin red with excitement. He wanted her, there was no denying that. But he would be damned if he didn't get some answers first.
He made eye contact with her.
"Yes, I would," he answered at last as he moved to sit on the bed.
"Because, how else am I supposed to know how much you've picked up if I don't test you every now and again," she said with a smirk. His hands balled at his sides.
"This is not a class," he yelled at her.
"Yes, it is," she laughed. "This is Rogue one-oh-one. A course, I'm teaching so you'll get to know me half as well as I know you," she said. "Every conversation we have, every interaction: I know you're studying me: trying to put the pieces together. And every conversation we have, every interaction: I'm studying you, to see what you've learned," she told him. His eyes narrowed in anger: he suspected that she had been manipulating him: here was his confirmation.
"And how I am doing so far, Professor?" he asked mockingly.
"Not bad: hardly a disappointment," she said with a smirk. "I know, it's optional, but you really shouldn't skip the oral exam," she said. "It'll help both our moods: that's the truth," she said.
"Stop toying with me," he ordered as he stood up off of the bed.
"Why?" she asked him.
"What did you mean, why?" he asked mockingly. "The answer should be obvious," he said.
"Assume for moment, it's not," she said. "Assume the answer ain't simple. Why should I stop?" she asked. "Why would you want me to stop?" she asked.
"Because I do not enjoying being manipulated," he yelled.
"Are you sure about that?" she asked.
"Of course," he said immediately.
"Sometimes, I know things about people that they don't even know about themselves," she repeated. His eyes widened at the quote as he turned away from her. "Are you sure that you're not having fun?" she asked him.
"Of course, I enjoying the sex," he said annoyed.
"Max, you could do anything to me right now," she said strongly: he could feel her pull at the cuffs. It was tempting. "I am at your mercy," she said. He keep himself rooted to the floor: he would not let her win this round. "We both know that you could keep me from absorbing you and considering the invitation we both know it wouldn't be rape: just a power-play between two consenting adults. But it's not just about sex, you told me that," she said. "Sex isn't even the most important part to you. If it were, you wouldn't ask me so damn questions every time you were about to get laid," she laughed. He turned back to look at her: she had the widest smile on her face.
"Stop laughing at me," he demanded.
"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be cruel. I know this is frustrating for you but its' all part of the fun," she said.
"You need to stop this," he said firmly.
"Then uncuff me and I'll leave you alone," she said seriously. His eyes widened for a moment in fear. He didn't want that, he realized.
"That's not what I meant," he said quickly.
"Then what do you mean?" she asked.
"Tell me," he demanded.
"Tell you, what?" she asked.
"Whatever it is you're hiding," he exclaimed.
"I want you figure it out for yourself," she said.
"How can I when you won't answer my questions?" he asked frustrated.
"Max, every conversation we have you learn more," she said. "Put the pieces together," she told him. "Use deductive reasoning," she said as she started to laugh. He moved to the bed and on top of her: her pulled her legs and wrapped them around him as he leaned down, taking her face in his hands.
"Stop mocking me," he demanded furious.
"Stop being so easy to mock," she told him. His hands tightened around on checks: if he had been gloveless his nails would have been digging into to her skin: she was saved by the leather gloves he now wore. His eyes widened: was that why she had reminded him to put them on? His eyes narrowed further.
"Stop manipulating me," he demanded.
"You could always leave," she reminded him. "No one is forcing you to keep my company. If you're not enjoying this: then just leave me alone," she told him. He closed his eyes for a moment: needing to catch his breath. He tried taking deep breath: having the girl's body against his was not helping his mental state any, but he couldn't bring himself to get off of the bed again. "If you ain't, then stop watching me every time we're in the same room: stop thinking of excuses for us to spend more time together: stop making eye contact with me: stop asking me questions," she said.
"I can't," he exclaimed.
"Why?" she asked.
"I don't know," he yelled as he opened his eyes. "Do you?" he asked. A smile came to her face.
"Of course, I do," she answered.
"Tell me," he demanded.
"No, I'm not giving you the answer to the final. You're gonna have to figure it out for yourself," she said. "Or walk away and never know, those are your choices," she said.
"There is the third," he said darkly.
"You mean you kidnap and hold me somewhere, ask me day in and day out, till I lose myself and surrender to you?" she asked.
"Something, like that, yes," he agreed. Already, his mind was flashing with the possibility of how he would go about it. He knew where he would take her: he had a base in arctic that no one knew about. It was in the middle of nowhere. No one would be able to find them. He could have her all to himself for however long it pleased him. He could make her talk: he could make her his.
"Fine, do it," she said dryly. "End your partnership with the X-Men to learn something I'm promising you you'll learn eventually. Destroy your opportunity to teach the next generation of mutants, in the one city the entire country is slowly basing its' mutant civil rights laws on. Go ahead, do it. If you really can't wait," she said: provoking him.
He held her gaze as her words hit him. She was right and she knew it. It was more than he was willing to risk. He wanted his placed at Xavier's, at least for now. Damn it, why had she reminded him of that?
He took deep breaths.
It would have hit him after the fact: hindsight. He would have gotten his answers, but regretted his actions. He couldn't do that: not now. Perhaps if the competitive environment changed: if some group of bigots forced his hand: he could take the girl with him. But who would follow a man who kidnapped and held a teenager hostage? A teenager he was fucking, to make matters worse.
No that was- that also not an option. Rogue would have to leave with him willingly: or at least it would have to appear that way. Perhaps he could blackmail her? No, that wasn't right. He shouldn't want to- He could force the girl to leave with him- but he didn't want to.
'She knows you're past,' he reminded himself, 'and that hasn't kept her from keeping your company. Do you really want to destroy that with threats?' he asked himself. He took another deep breath, before his eyes refocused on the girl beneath him. "There is no third option," he said finally.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because this is where I belong, for now," he said.
"Why?" she asked again.
"You know the answer to this already, don't you?" he asked dryly.
"Yeah," she smiled, "But I wanna hear you say it," she said. "Why won't you kidnap me?" she asked.
"Because I don't want you to hate or fear me," he answered. She smiled as she lifted herself up and brought her lips to his. "There is always Stockholm Syndrome," he mentioned: the idea coming to mind.
"Only works if I'm afraid you'll kill me. I'm a mutant and you've dedicated your life to protecting mutants. It wouldn't work. It's not a real option, you know that," she said. He let out a sigh at that: she was right.
His eyes widened as it hit him.
"Did you hear the conversation, we just had," he said in disbelief. "And you want to be with me?" he asked incredulously.
"I never said what we have isn't fucked up, cause it is," she said. "You know that, don't you?" she asked. He nodded. "I just- I can't bring myself to care," she said. "Again, if you can't: if this is too much for you, pull the cord," she said. "End it," she said softly as she searched his gaze. He considered it for a moment. He should, he should end this: whatever it was.
"But, I won't," he said.
"Then stop complaining so damn much and enjoy the ride," she said with a laugh as he met her gaze again. "Okay?" she asked. He took another deep breath: before he nodded. "Good," she said. His eyes widened as he felt the cuff holding her break apart. The next thing he knew, her arms were looped around his neck: holding him to her as she kissed him.
He broke the kiss.
"How?" he asked confused.
"I absorbed you, obliviously," she smirked.
"I didn't feel it," he said.
"You weren't supposed to," she told him. "I'm glad it worked," she laughed. "Or we wouldn't have been able to have that conversation," she said. His eyes widened at that.
"Because, you're smarter than that," he said: repeating his own words. She just smiled at him.
"Do you want me to go?" she asked after a moment.
"No," he said.
"Do you wanna fuck?" she asked.
"Of course, I do," he said. She let out laugh at that: which he silenced by kissing her. He started to undo the button and zipper on his pants before he reached down and took out his hardened member.
"If you knock me up, it counts towards our bet," she told him. He let out a groan as he pulled back from her.
"You couldn't have just asked me to put on a condom?" he exclaimed.
"Where's the fun in that?" she asked. He opened the draw, with his power, lifted up and brought a condom to his hand. He ripped it opened and put it on his member.
"I don't know why," he said as he placed his member at her opening, "you are so determined to have angry sex, but so be it," he said as he thrusted into her in one stroke.
"It's on my bucket list," she said jokingly as he hands went to his shoulders: her nails scratching against his skin as he thrusted in and out of her.
"Careful what you ask for, girl," he warned as he lifted her up and against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted off of the bed.
"Where are we going?" she asked him.
"The bed is for when I am in a good mood," he informed her.
"And when you're not?" she asked. Her eyes closed as he pushed her up against a wall.
"Use deductive reasoning," he said coldly. She let out a loud laugh at that: damn her. Did nothing surprise her?
He continued to thrust into her hard as she ran her nails down her back. He unhooked her bra and pushed it up and out of his way. He was planning to leave marks: he just had to ensure only she would know that they were there. He took her breast into his mouth and bit hard. She let out a gasp at that. His hands were on his hips as he moved in and out of her.
The girl was gasping loudly now: already she seemed to be getting close. He pushed into her harder, faster: determined to come before her. Within another few minutes he let out a loud groan: as he came hard. He stopped his motions as soon as he came. He pulled out of her immediately and lowered her to the ground.
"I wasn't done," she said as he walked away from her.
"Finish, your-self," he said dryly as he took the condom off and threw it in the waste basket. He was angry with her: he wanted her to suffer in some small way. He wanted to punish her: because she was subjecting him to this waiting period: he wanted to make her wait.
"Do you wanna watch?" she asked. He let out a groan at that as he turned back to look at her: she was discarding the bra.
"More than that," he said: an idea coming to mind. "You will do exactly as I say, no more, no less. Is that understood?" he asked. The look in her eye intensified. She was clearly excited by the idea: she really did like it when someone else was in control.
"Yes, sir," she said seriously with a nod.
"Up against the wall with you," he ordered as he moved to sit on the bed. She did as she instructed.
"Like this, sir?" she asked: she stood against the wall: her legs pressed together.
"Move your legs a little wider apart," he ordered before she complied. "A little more," he ordered: before she did so. "Good girl," there would be no friction between her legs now. "Touch your breasts," he said as he watched her. "Slower," he ordered as she did so. Her eyes closed as she massaged her breasts slowly. "Open your eye, I want you to look at me," he ordered. "Do not stop looking at me," he ordered once she made eye contact.
"Yes, sir," she muttered as she started to moved her pelvic in time with her breasts. He stood up and walked up to her.
"Stop that," he ordered as he placed his hands on his waist: pressing her hips against the wall: stilling her movements.
"Sorry sir, I didn't mean to. Habit," she claimed.
"It's alright," he said as he took her chin in his hand, leaned in and gave her a soft peck on the lips. Having control over her like this: it was helping his mood. His anger was starting to dissipate. "Play with you nipples," he ordered. She let out a moan as she followed his ordered. "Tilt your head to the right," he ordered. After she did so, he moved to kiss her neck. She let out another moan at that. "Good girl," he said against her neck. Her body started to arc closer to him. She quickly pushed herself back against the wall.
"Sorry," she said quickly.
"Eager, aren't you?" he smirked.
"Yes," she agreed. "I wanna come so badly," she begged. He took her cheek in his hand and turned her face toward him.
"I know you do," he said before he leaned in and kissed her. "But you're going to have to wait," he said as he slowly ran his hand down her neck, in between her breasts and down along her torso and stomach. She shivered at his touch. He ran his hand down her body and to her groan: he cupped her groan in his hand: but applied no pressure. "Keep your back against the wall and moved against my hand," he ordered. She did as she was ordered.
After about a minute she started to gasp: an almost painful look on her face.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I can barely feel your hand, but my clit," she said.
"What of it?" he asked.
"It wants to be touched and either of us are. There are these sharp feelings," she said. He smirked as he applied pressure to her clit. She let out moan at that.
"Better?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you," she said as she started to move faster. He leaned in and kissed her again.
"Put your hands above your head," he ordered: she quickly did so: moaning at the feel of his hand against her groan. "Tell me when you're getting close," he ordered as he used his free hand to cup her breast.
"Yes, sir," she said breathlessly. "Are you gonna let me come?" she asked. He leaned in: putting his mouth by her ear.
"Do you think I should? Do you think you've earned it?" he asked.
"Do you?" she asked.
"I am asking the questions now, girl, and you will answer them," he said firmly.
"Yes, sir," she said quickly. "I don't think it matters if I earned it or not. You wanna make me scream with pleasure. So, I think that's what you should do," she said breathlessly. He chuckled at her response.
"Smart girl," he uttered as he thrusted three fingers inside of her: she let out a loud moan at that as she moved against his fingers.
"I'm close," she called out as she bucketed against his hand. It didn't take long after that: she let out a loud moan: coming hard against his hand. He watched her: enjoying the flushed look on his face: the way her body was trebling against the wall in the aftershock of her orgasm.
"You are so beautiful," he said. She just smiled at that as he cupped her cheek. He started to lean in.
"Don't," she said warningly.
"Lost control?" he asked. She nodded. He laughed at that. "You improved a great deal since the other day," he commented.
"Practice makes perfect," she smirked. He chuckled at that as her legs shook. "Can I please go sit down?" she asked.
"Alright," he said with a nod. She lowered her hands as she started to move towards the bed. He held onto her waist as they walked towards the bed. She quickly let herself collapse onto the bed. "Lay on your stomach," he ordered. She let out a tried moan as she did as he instructed.
"I don't think I could take anymore tonight," she told him.
"Luckily, for you, that's not what I have in mind," he said with a chuckled. He moved to sit next to her on the bed. His hands found their way to her shoulders as he started to massage her skin. She let out a moan at that. "Feels good?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you," she said breathlessly. He chuckled at that. She let out soft moans as he rubbed her back.
"Good girl," he said again.
"Is that what you want me to be?" she asked. He thought about that for a moment.
"I want you to be yourself," he answered.
"I am, with you," she said with a smile in her voice. "I may be withholding information, but I'm not holding back from being me," she said. "There's a difference," she said.
"Yes, I know," he said. "Rogue, what do you like about me?" he asked.
"You're funny," she said with a smile. "Especially, when you tell jokes you don't think anyone else is going to get,"she said. He smiled at that. "I like talking to you. With a lot of the others, I feel like I need to hold back, hide things. Because if they knew the truth, they would look at me differently: like they would feel like they've never known me at all," she said.
"I know the sentiment," he said dryly.
"I know you do," she said softly. "That's why I can be myself with you. I might make you angry but it doesn't stop you from wanting to talk to me," she said with a smile. "You have so many questions and you really just wanna get to know me, even if you can't explain to yourself why it's so important to you. The sex is amazing, but you already knew that," she said.
"Indeed," he chuckled.
"You don't talk to me like I'm a child or inferior to you some way. You and me, we're a good fit. Even though, no one else would understand why," she said.
"Perhaps, that why," he offered.
"Maybe," she said softly.
NCISprobie: Thank you! Hoped you like the chapter :)
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And thank you for your review. I've been so wrapped up in their relationship that I sort of forgot to think about it from the other people's in the house: point of view. Espeically, after that dinner sceen. But you did it for me. Thanks! Oh Magneto and Charles need to have anothe conversation! :) Again hope you liked this chapter and please let me know what you think? :)