Title: Desperate Measures

Verse: X-Men movieverse

Timeline: During X3

Author: KumaDaPuma

Pairing: Magneto/Mystique

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I am not making any money off of this.

Summary: An alternate version of when Mystique takes the cure dart for Magneto.

Btw, there's a lot of graphic sex portrayed in this chapter. It has to be descriptive because:
1) if it weren't the emotion would be lost and
2) smut is fun.

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Erik knew he couldn't let Mystique tag along. She would most certainly die in the arms of a human or one of the Brotherhood members who didn't know her if he allowed her to accompany him throughout their fight. He couldn't bear the thought of her dying in front of him by human hands. That was no way for a woman like Mystique to exit this world. There was no denying it. She could not come with him.

He was sure she would put up a fight. She would be scared. What was she to do now that she was human? Where could she go? What would he tell her? This was something neither of them expected to happen and now that it had they were both truly at a loss. The intense emotions he was feeling of anger, pity, sorrow, anguish, and a myriad of others that filled his heart exhausted him and clouded his mind. In the end he still understood what had to be done.

Erik walked up the stairs, following Mystique to the second floor. He went down the hall and entered the last room to the right. He peeked inside and was surprised that she was not in her old room. He found her in the room next to it at the end of the hall. His old room.

He spotted her on the bed clutching the cape securely around her. She watched the rain pour off the window panes. Every now and then a clap of thunder resounded but she seemed not to hear it. Tears slipped down her cheeks like the rain on the glass. He closed the door behind him hoping she heard him but she made no motion that she had. He walked softly towards her and kneeled down before her, looking up at her tear stained face. He felt like he had been socked in the stomach repeatedly, like someone was squeezing his heart in pain. How could this have happened to his dear Mystique?

He reached up and wiped a tear away. He kept his hand at her cheek. When she finally turned her head to look at him with her soft green eyes he was astonished to realize that he still recognized her despite her change. That was going to make it harder on him.

He gave her a slight smile but she recognized it as pity. She stared hard at him, wanting him to understand her pain but he already felt it. As they looked at each other the only sound was the tapping of the rain. He continued to wipe her tears away as they fell repeatedly. There was no secrecy in his gaze. It was as clear as the blue in his eyes. This was the end of their friendship.

Finally, after a few moments Mystique spoke.

"You're leaving me, aren't you?" She said quietly and practically in his cape. His reassuring smile he had tried to convey faded. His eyes went dark in sorrow. He knew not to lie to her.

"Mystique, it's better if you stayed here." He said sadly. She looked gravely at him but she had known this was coming, however hearing it from him now only solidified the fate she was so terrified of. She didn't want to live as a human. She didn't want to live without her mutation. She didn't want to live without Erik. Against her control she felt the intense anguish well up inside her and she could not barricade the tears that flowed steadily like the rain.

"Erik, please don't leave me." She pleaded softly though her whimpers were making it harder for her voice to inflect evenly. He shook his head.

"I can't take you with me. You're not one of us anymore." His words cut her heart like a knife. She could feel herself losing the battle she never thought she'd have to face. She had thought she and Erik would be together forever. Panic filled her soul. She reached out to him but he drew back a little only causing her to panic more. She gripped his coat tightly, her knuckles white with tension.

"Please, Erik. Please." She began to beg through harsh sobs. Her words came out quickly in between the shortened breaths. "Don't leave me, Erik." He continued to shake his head.

"I can't." He held his hands up in front of him. "I can't." Was all he could say. He had to turn his eyes away from her. Watching her this way ripped his heart apart. She grasped onto him, pulling him to her, sobbingly pleading with him. She threw her arms around his neck, refusing to let go, her tears soaked into his collar. He could feel the salty liquid against his neck, her sad voice whispering in his ear.

"Please, Erik, I won't get in the way. I'll stay on the island, just, please, please…" He felt her breath hot against his ear. Her hands grabbed the cloth of his uniform desperately. This was a Mystique he had never known before. A Mystique he was frightened of. She held him close to her, her course cries cutting deep into his heart. He stood up, trying to loosen her grasp on him but she wouldn't let go. She couldn't. She needed him.

"Mystique, I-I…please don't…" He replied though his voice shook mournfully. She stood with him, her arms still tight around him, her constant cries released into his neck, her body pressed securely to his. As she stood the cape slipped off her flesh and dropped to the floor.

"Erik, please don't leave me here." She continued. "I'll do anything for you, Erik. Anything." She whispered into his ear. Erik was unsure of what to do. He absolutely hated that this had happened to her, that it had happened to him. He wished with every fiber of his being that he could correct what went wrong. He despised seeing her this way, wanted so badly to make things right for her. The least he knew he could do was to comfort her. The first thing he would have to do is embrace her, let her know he cared, put his arms around her. Around her nakedness. The nakedness he had no problem she revealed before but suddenly seemed so…exposed.

He had not responded to her and she felt even more desperate. She gripped him tighter, she cried on his shoulder, she felt she was losing him. Forever.

Whether it was her grasp on his jacket, the tightness of her arms around his neck, or the forming lump in his throat, Erik felt like he was choking. Something was restricting the air from his lungs. Something was causing every muscle in his body to strain and his mouth to go dry. He couldn't bear this. He couldn't take it any longer. Seeing her so heartbroken was painful. The pain was killing him.

Mystique felt his warm large hands on her waist slide around her body to embrace her. With one hand on her hip and the other on the small of her back he kept her close. That one gesture instantly lit a smoldering burn to her body that began slowly spreading through her nerves. She closed her eyes and focused on the feel of his clothed body pressed against her naked one.

There was a silent moment when Mystique had stopped crying. The rain on the roof the only sound in the room. Erik held her close enough that he felt her quiet sobs, her heaving chest, her heart beat. Slowly he began to comfort her, his body swaying hers, rocking gently back and forth in a calming motion. His hand came up to the back of her head and into her auburn hair. He lightly stroked his fingers through her tresses.

Her grasping hands suddenly became long strokes the length of his shoulders. Her fingers glide through his hair as she nuzzled her face into his neck. She breathed in his scent. He smelled so clean, but musky like a man should. He was aware of her naked body intimately moving into his. Her pelvis rubbed delicately against his groin. He was suddenly conscious of the heat her body was now emitting. She whispered his name in what seemed like an unintentional reaction. Erik felt Mystique's soft skin move smoothly along his face, her lips glide across his skin, her breath hot on his neck. She moved her lips slowly across the flesh of his jaw and along his chin. He felt her hand at the back of his head drawing him forward. She hovered her mouth over his own, her eyes closed, her nose sliding against his, back and forth.

"Mystique…" He whispered hoping to somehow "awaken" her to what he supposed she was unconsciously doing.

"Erik…" She whispered back though her motions continued, her lips gently gliding across his mouth just barely touching him. She felt him stiffen as she brushed her lips against his then slide gracefully across them. He tried to say her name again but found the knot in his throat restricted it. He felt her gently take his bottom lip into her mouth, lightly kissing him.

Although her touch ignited something deep within the embers of his heart it was understood that this was a barrier he was not willing to cross so easily. He slightly shook his head as she brought another kiss on his lips.

"Mystique," He barely whispered, his voice betraying his firm refusal. "I can't…" She ignored him as she continued to place light kisses upon his lips. She was aware of his warm hands delicately pushing her hips away but she only held him tighter in response. He opened his mouth to protest again and she pressed her lips harder against his. "Mmmffp…" Was all he could say before her mouth roughly covered his own.

His lips were thin but soft and warm. He moved his head from side to side, trying to escape her kiss but her hand to his cheek stilled his labor and brought him further into her kiss. He felt her lips sliding over his own as she kissed him with a new fire. Her demanding fervor lay claim to his mouth as she nibbled at his lips. His objection would not stop her from obtaining what she had desired for so long.

Erik felt the repressed feelings he kept hidden even from himself stirring deep in his soul. This was what he had always been afraid of. This was what he had been afraid of for over ten years. There was only one woman in the world who could break down his control. Only one woman who could cause him so much tenderness, grief, happiness, devotion and pain. He tried to push her away but she clasped onto him like a vice. She wanted him. She needed him. She had for years.

He found his body betrayed his mind's wisdom. As she kissed him fervently, pressing her lips forcefully on his, her tongue swirling against his flesh, begging to enter his mouth, Erik began to succumb to her desires. Her desires were quickly becoming his own. He brought his hands to her naked waist, bringing her close and opening his mouth to hers, deepening her already forceful kiss.

Mystique felt the fire for Erik she had never stoked quickly blaze alive at his response. All the lonely nights thinking about him and then finally being able to feel his soft lips eagerly caressing her own was enthralling to say the least. She opened her eyes, making sure it was Erik she was kissing. With his hand behind her head he pulled her closer and shifted his mouth to angle down into hers. His nose rested against hers as she allowed his tongue to enter the cavern of her mouth with aching slowness. She ran her fingers through his hair, gripping the soft fibers tensely as she felt the heat of his breath fuel her desire. His tongue stroked slowly against hers, gradually circling upon the roof of her mouth and running it the length of her tongue.

His tongue played into her mouth and she couldn't help but moan as she tasted him. Their mouths mingled aggressively against each others as they she began to suck vigorously. Her hands went to the collar of his uniform and she unhooked the clasp then quickly began to unbutton the rest of his jacket briskly. Without breaking their kiss he slid it off as she undid the last button. He kicked off his shoes and she reached for his belt, unclasping it, as he circled his arms around her waist.

She wrapped her leg around him, rubbing herself against his groin, feeling the first time the proof of his own longing. The fire inside blazed again with her desires, knowing for once she wouldn't have to dream. His hand went to her thigh, holding her tightly against him. She gripped his shoulders and wrapped her other leg around him, wanting to feel his hardening member against her aching need.

He was more than capable of holding her up, pressing her body firmly to his own, her minor thrusts against his groin easily accommodated. He had to angle his head up towards her as she leaned her head down, still captivating his mouth in her desperately assertive kiss.

She could feel Erik's bulge hard against her. By now her lips were hot against his mouth, his tongue searing hers, her nerves burned throughout her body. She felt his hands under her thighs, lifting her up as he carried her closer to the bed. There was a moment as their lips disconnected. Erik raised Mystique away from him causing her to unwrap her legs as he tossed her onto the bed where he wanted her. He followed her as he drifted his body smoothly on top of hers, their mouths re-associating.

She rubbed her hands over his torso. She relished the feel of his bare skin, pressing her fingers into his body, loving the feel of his muscles beneath his warm flesh. Mystique furiously stroked her hands all over his body, memorizing every inch of him, trying to commit every detail of his body into her memory.

Her hands went to his pants as she pushed them down his legs anxiously, needing him to be naked against her. She fumbled mercilessly until he was above her in all his glory, exposed, proof of his need for her visible. She grabbed his penis, feeling the iron hard member hot and throbbing in her hand. He was thick and solid and her desire for him grew viciously.

She gripped him firmly, letting her hand slide slowly down his length, drawing his skin roughly over the muscle. He tried to stifle a groan, his brows furrowing in tensity. Mystique took pleasure in the fact she could do this to him, make him feel the way she always wanted to make him feel. She stroked him again a little harder and with agonizing slowness. He turned his head to the side and gritted his teeth, the slight groan emanating from deep within his throat. She kissed his face. She loved the feel of his smooth, closely shaven skin against her lips.

He was on his knees between her legs. She reached for him and he intertwined their bodies, their mouths passionately confirming once again their desperate needs. Mystique continued using touch to learn his body by heart. She felt his hands do the same as they traveled roughly over her breasts, his mouth now tracing a path down her neck to her breasts, his hands brutally scouring every inch of her skin as she continued her long strokes to his member.

He covered her hand with his own, bringing his own firm grip to hers as together they stroked the length of his shaft. She grasped him roughly and placed him against her wet core. He gasped as she leisurely circled the tip of his penis against her clit. She teased him as she pressed him firmly against her swollen fiery flesh, his own heat intensifying her excitement.

She felt his tongue lick at her nipple before enveloping it with his mouth. She arched into him, the blaze he created searing euphorically through her veins. He moved her hands off his cock and brought them around his neck. She wrapped her legs around him, his body pressed close to hers, and felt his burning cock weighted heavily against her.

Without warning he drove himself deep inside her, an enraptured moan of intense pleasure escaping through her lips. He filled her completely, her body immediately tingling from his entrance. Without delay the fire raged in her blood as he instantly began moving their bodies in slow succession, thrusting himself repeatedly into her overheated inner core with excruciating pleasure. Her fingers tugged at his hair as he pumped unhurriedly inside her, his tool stretching her almost beyond her capacity, stroking her deep where no man had ever been able to reach before.

Mystique felt Erik's hands under her ass, raising her hips into him, forcing himself deeper inside her. She involuntarily arched her back, pushing her breasts further into his face. She inadvertently moaned his name, too enraptured in her passion to notice her own actions. Every stroke of his dick inside her, every caress of his lips to her breasts, every harsh breath she heard from him, brought a searing, agonizing bliss to every fiber of her body. The tingling spreading in her nerves amplified exponentially as he suddenly took up speed, his thrusts roughly driving powerfully into her. She gripped his shoulders tightly, her moans coming out with each thrust, her eyes were squeezed firmly shut as she focused on the exquisite sensations he was creating within her.

She focused on his body, hot against hers, slick with sweat as he drove himself into her repeatedly. His rhythm had increased again and she felt the added pleasure mix with her distress at knowing that even though she would have killed to stay with him like this forever, this moment wouldn't last near that long.

Mystique thrust her hips harder into him, loving the feel of his hot member continually causing her painfully fervent sensations to well up inside. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see him looking meaningfully at her, watching her reactions as he moved into her vigorously. Their stares were locked on each other. Mystique's green eyes were hooded, her breaths coming out harshly, her mouth opening to her husky moans. Erik's normally bright blue eyes now lustfully dark, his brows furrowed in intensity, his jaw tight with tension.

Something was hanging over her head. The sex was vicious. His strokes cruelly tender, his pace furiously slow, the weighted emotion on her chest too heavy to breathe. It was going by too fast, it would be over soon, but she tried desperately to hold onto every detail so that she could remember it forever but his increasing vigor along with the intensity of her building orgasm signaled the end of their time. It was horrible and divine. An emotional hell and a physical heaven combined in one act. The only way for lovers to part…

It was too much, this desperate need, this dissociated pain, this unbearable pleasure, this emotional overload... Mystique felt weightless, but heavy. She felt as though she had spent their time having sex crying. She finally turned her gaze away from him, her face pressing against the tear stained pillow as she realized this entire time she had been crying after all. She focused back on Erik as his movements changed. He brought himself completely on top of her, smothering her with his overheated, slick body. He brought his hands to her face, forcing her to look at him as she neared her imminently lofty climax. His guttural groans escaped from his throat as he thrust hard into her, his body rubbing her swollen clit causing her to reach the pinnacle of her orgasm. She arched her body into him, still looking at Erik as she noticed the tear slide down his cheek.

"I've always loved you, Mystique." He could barely whisper before she felt the sharp metal slice into her back just below her left shoulder blade. The gratifying pain united with the terrifying pleasure elicited a piercing cry of his name. He manipulated her body to please immeasurably. He manipulated the metal to kill instantly. The metal blade only brought a dull physical ache to the brutal emotional pain that filled her heart. The blood that had beat against her heart strongly for him now spilled out and soaked into the mattress below her. He watched as her life faded out of her gaze, her eyes never straying from his as she looked at him with sad forgiveness. It didn't take long for her to die. Erik made sure of that.

He sat on the edge of the bed, naked, with his face in his hands as his uncontrollable tears flowed to the floor. Time passed as he, Erik Lensherr, one of the most powerful mutants in the world, could collect himself despite the mockery of the rain. It knew him. It was witness when his parents were taken. It was witness when he murdered. He was aware that Magneto shouldn't be subject to so weak a behavior even if his act had been so necessarily cruel. But Magneto hadn't killed her.

He couldn't look back at his Mystique. He didn't want to remember her dead, the red blood surrounding her lifeless form on his bed. Most of all he didn't want to remember her in her human form, rather wishing to keep the memory of her blue body forever. He had killed his Mystique. Erik Lensherr had killed Mystique. And now unbeknownst to him Erik was dying. There was only one person left in the world that made Erik real. Without Xavier Erik couldn't exist. Only Magneto would be left.

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Erik dressed slowly, hoping the redness in his face was gone as he descended the stairs. Once he reached the first floor he became Magneto. The mutants, his minions, came silently towards him.

"It's time to go." He stated. There was nothing in his voice noting that anything was wrong. "We're heading to the airport. Make sure you have everything because we will not be returning." They all looked at each other but made no movements. He looked at them quizzically. For once they questioned his orders.

"Should I go get Mystique?" Pyro asked. There was a second when a flash of sorrow flickered in Magneto's face but it was quickly replaced by his usually undistinguishable candor.

"No, she will not be coming with us." He stated. Again, they all looked at each other. Earlier they had all heard her scream his real name several times. They had all figured he had either made passionate love to her or killed her. Never had they imagined both. They all slowly ambled towards the vans, some bravely looking up the stairs as they passed, hoping to get an answer from the empty darkness.

Erik was the last to leave. He looked sadly around the house knowing he was never coming back though a part of him would never leave. A part of him had died here. He made sure the black and gold Swiss Army knife was in his pocket before closing the door behind him forever.

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Author's Note: Admittedly writing this brought a little pain to my heart. I don't like killing characters but I would think Magneto would have thought euthenasia was the best course for her. She might as well have been a horse that broke all it's legs. But, you know, a horse he has sex with.

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Frankie - That knife Mystique gave him sure came in handy with the cruelest of irony. When I wrote it into chapter two, killing Mystique had not been it's original intent. Can you believe that?

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