Hi lovely peeps!

Here is my second one shot lemon, this time with the aloof and drop dead hottie that is Rogue Cheney. This is also my first time writing an OC as I wanted to give myself a bit of a challenge. Do feel free to put your own name in Haru's place, I won't mind!

Name - Haru

Age - 19

Appearance - long purple hair, green eyes, petite build and fair skin. Her guild mark is high on her left thigh.

Magic - the ability to sense someone's magic, a bit like being able to sense Chakra in Naruto, and the ability to trap someone within a protective aura. Haru is a defensive magic user, and is part of Lamia Scale.

I do hope you enjoy it, let me know if you have any requests for future chapters in the review section or message me directly.

Green eyes. Watching. Assessing. Where are you hiding?

Rogue's gaze swept the stands, looking for the spy. He knew you were hidden amongst the cheering crowd, and what bothered him most was that he didn't know what you were up to. "Found you," he whispered under his breath, Sting twitched beside him as he heard the faintly murmured words.

"What's wrong man?" the blond Dragon Slayer asked, his hand landing heavily on Rogue's shoulder. All Rogue could do was shake his head lightly and shrug out of the touch, his eyes never left his target.

The Shadow Dragon Slayer followed your swift movements, his intelligent eyes took in every detail with cunning precision; a petite girl with long purple hair swept into a high ponytail, messy tendrils framing her round face was making a hurried attempt to flee the stands. Her own vibrant green eyes stumbled back to the watching Rogue before darting away again, he noticed the gasp that left her lips as your eyes had locked in that split second.

His body which had been perfectly still as he sought out his target was now a blur of motion, his long cape swirled around him as he ran for the stairs to the main area below. As he rounded the final corner, he let himself slip into the welcoming shadows and became one with the writhing darkness, his frantic heart slowing as the shadows soothed him.

As Rogue moved through the writhing shadows of the chattering people below, he caught the scent of what he could only describe as sunshine. He paused to try and understand its meaning, his mind flashed with images of lush grass filled meadows, the warming rays of the sun on naked flesh and feminine giggles filled his ears. Frowning he shook the thoughts away, he was not accustomed to such warm thoughts, and their presence irked him.

A flash of purple whipped his vision round as a cloaked figure ran towards a deserted hallway that would eventually lead to a side exit. The hallway was the perfect place for Rogue, its dim lighting meant it was a playground for his shadows and the fleeing figure appeared to realise this as it slowly stopped, head down in apparent defeat.

"I know you are there, you won't be able to take me off guard," a perky voice called out, Rogue gasped as the sound of the voice sent shivers through his whole body. A low chuckle started as the hooded figure inched itself closer to the door. To say that Rogue was intrigued was an understatement, his usual cold demeanour was replaced with one of curiosity and a feeling he could not quite place, was it longing?

He lunged out of the shadows, his hands reaching out to ensnare the female, but as his upper body appeared out of the wall he was trapped in place, "contain!" the figure yelled, a green aura encased Rogue as he fought an invisible force that held him tightly.

"I did warn you Shadow Dragon Slayer, you can't trick me," she purred, Rogue's heart thumped in his chest as he planned his next move. All he could see of the girl before him was intense green eyes and the shadow of a smirk, it wasn't enough, he needed to see more.

Sending shadows to the other side of the hall, he used the little power that was not currently being frozen in place to throw a clawed hand out, grabbing at the hood and ripping the cloak from the girl with more force than was necessary. Her eyes widened in shock as she stood before Rogue, her identity no longer hidden, the green aura trapping him juddered, but she was able to maintain its hold which only angered him more.

The clawed hand snaked across her body, twisting itself around her delicate neck, ensuring she could not move as Rogue swept his gaze over her. The girl was clearly younger than him, at 20 himself he guessed she was around 18 or 19, but it was so hard to judge.

She was simply beautiful, her petite frame writhed in the clutches of his shadow, the pale skin of her neck was stretched taut as he trailed his eyes down her body. She wore a simple dark grey dress; it was cut to her knees with a short slit exposing her creamy left thigh. A black belt was casually slung over her hips yet hidden at the back was a sheathed dagger; this girl was dangerous.

Her legs pressed together under Rogue's inspecting gaze, the slit on her thigh moved and the green guild mark of Lamia Scale appeared. His brow scrunched in confusion, "why is Lamia Scale spying on Sabertooth?" As his eyes swept back to her face, he noticed that her pale cheeks were now a deep pink, she licked at her plump lips and Rogue wanted to whimper at the sight. The green of her eyes sparkled; the intensity of the colour heightened as their eyes locked once again and Rogue's breath hitched.

"Why are you spying on Sabertooth?" he asked confidently, he certainly didn't feel confident, but he needed information before deciding his next course of action. The heat on her cheeks spread out like wildfire, her eyes darted away and refused to look back, he wanted to force her face round to his, but he restrained himself, the shadow on her neck loosening slightly.

"I'm not s-spying on Sabertooth," she hissed angrily, struggling against the now loosened hold on her. Rogue used the shadow to push her closer to where he was trapped, her eyes looked up at him as they inched closer together. He could feel her warm breath on his skin, he couldn't understand why, but he wanted more. "What were you doing then? I know you were watching me back there; I could feel the heat of your gaze on me," he shivered involuntarily as he remembered the sensation.

Her eyes darkened as they watched the shiver run through Rogue, her lips parted and a faint panting escaped her, he watched as her thighs pressed together once more and the sight excited him like never before. She looked up through her lashes, "I have no interest in Sabertooth, my interest lies solely in you," she said, her voice no more than a heated whisper.

Rogue could barely believe what he heard, no one was ever interested in only him, why would she be? As he attempted to piece the puzzle together in his head, she yelled, "release!" and Rogue found himself crashing to the floor, the trapping aura leaving him in an unexpected rush. The momentary lapse in concentration broke the shadow from her neck and she dashed for the door.

Running at full speed Rogue flew after the escaping girl, "at least tell me your name?" he called out angrily, his blood was boiling as she escaped his clutches.

Her head whipped around, the purple locks flying happily around her head, "Haru," she yelled, her pink tongue sticking out impishly before she disappeared into the busy crowd.

"Haru." Rogue tested the word, the roll of his tongue went straight to his groin, the tips of his ears grew hot at the embarrassment of his traitorous body. He was thankful that his inky black hair more than concealed his now bright red ears.

"I'll be seeing you soon, Haru. That is a promise."

~.~

As the door is thrown closed, you slump down the solid wood, your heart feels like it could explode out your chest, being so close to him, utter heaven. A figure steps out of the darkness of the room, spiky silver hair shines in the light cast in from the window, a deep scowl marring his face. "You did it anyway, after I told you to keep your distance. Why do you defy me Haru?" his voice is as cold as the magic he wields, and you falter, stomach twisting into knots of guilt and resentment.

You knew that Lyon was only looking out for you, but why couldn't he understand that you needed to reach out to him? Since your eyes had first landed on the Shadow Dragon Slayer during the opening ceremony, you had been transfixed by the mage, something long forgotten had hummed to life inside your chest, and he was the reason.

"It was an accident, it won't happen again," you lied coolly, getting to your feet, and pushing past the towering Ice Mage. His hand was quick to wrap around your slender wrist, pulling you to an abrupt stop, before dropping it just as quickly and sighing.

"You are like a little sister to me, Haru. Dragon Slayers are bad news, all of them. Stay away from Rogue or I will be forced to take action." He warns, his voice is laced with malice and you nod your head in agreement as he leaves the room, hot tears slip down your cheeks as you curl into a ball on the bed.

As the tears come thick and fast, you cannot help but think back to that hallway. You had been so close to him, one more inch and your lips would have met, the primal longing in your heart roars to life as you contemplate the unfair position you are in.

"Please come to me Rogue…"

~.~

Three days have passed and no sight of those vibrant green eyes. Rogue was starting to lose his mind, his gaze constantly on the crowds rather than focusing on what was happening in the arena below. Sting had dealt him some heavy blows to the head over the past few days, and a small lump was now forming, yet he barely noticed.

Sabertooth was in the lead, but he could not care about that when he needed to know where you were. His body ached with the constant desire to go seek you out, his restraint was slipping with every passing minute and it wouldn't be long before his rage overtook him. The absence of the enticing Haru was enough to drive Rogue to distraction, top that with the heated glares that the silver haired Ice Mage from Lamia Scale was constantly throwing at him, and his anger was close to boiling over.

Was he the reason for your absence? You both belonged to Lamia Scale after all…Rogue's vision turned red as he stared holes into the man's head, his knuckles were white as he gripped the stone ledge.

A timid hand covered Rogue's, his head twisting to see a worried looking Yukino peeking up at him through her lashes. "I think you should go for a rest Rogue; you look like you need it," her voice breathy as usual, but there was an underlying note of care that laced her words.

Rogue wanted to yell, to rail at someone, anyone, but Yukino did not deserve his ire. Without uttering a word, he silently swept from the stadium, his feet carrying him forward mindlessly. The area outside the stadium was quiet, the majority of the city's dense population was inside rooting for the competing teams, but a trickle of people were still wandering around, mainly sightseeing.

As Rogue watched couples' hand in hand, his mind flashed back to you slipping out of his sights, and he let out a deep sigh of regret. Suddenly, a flash of green caught his eye, he stopped abruptly as he attempted to pinpoint where it came from. Nothing seemed to have changed and after a minute of fruitless searching he decided his mind must be playing cruel tricks on him now, he kicked at the dirt and stomped onwards.

This time a streak of purple entered his peripheral vision, his head swung around as if he were a puppet and the master commanded it. There you were, Haru watched you from the entrance to an alleyway, she blushed as her hand trailed along the wall, slipping into the darkness behind her.

Rogue vanished into the nearest shadow and leapt from shadow to shadow until he was apart of the dark alleyway you had entered. His heart thundered as he scanned the area, seeking you out, a low growl rips from his throat as he takes in your still form in the middle of the closed off courtyard.

Your eyes are closed, head cast down and Rogue wonders why, he sends out a soft shadowy tendril to stroke your cheek. A grin of quiet satisfaction tugs at his lips as you sigh at the touch, seemingly welcoming it. "I won't trap you, that's why I've closed my eyes, so you know that I won't be able to," she says boldly, her fingers twisting into the skirt of her dress. Rogue quirks his head, now understanding why she wasn't looking at him, her magic relied on her sight it seemed.

His body manifests from the wall and with one quick step, he is right before her, his head filled with her intoxicating warm scent. Haru squeaks as she looks into Rogue's handsome face, the clear desire he holds for her like a mirror to her own desire for him.

"Fuck it!" she mutters, throwing her body towards Rogue. His eyes widen at the sudden movement, taken aback as her lips press heavily on to his own. Desire sweeps through him; his arms wrap around her small body as he stoops slightly to kiss her back. Rogue can hardly breathe, after a second his kiss becomes gentle on Haru's plump lips. There is a slight shift and sweetness invades the pair, the heat of desire still present, but something else overtakes the lust.

~.~

You could hardly believe your boldness, it wasn't planned, but when you spotted him outside the stadium when he should have been inside, you could hardly pass up the opportunity. With Lyon and the rest of the guilds distracted by the games, this was the perfect chance to make your move.

Rogue's hands slipped down your sides, he was gentle with his touch, yet it seemed like your skin blazed from his very fingertips touching you. Tugging at his raven hair, you deepened the kiss and when you felt his tongue sweep across your bottom lip you smiled, and he pounced. His tongue stormed inside your mouth, exploring every inch before dancing heatedly with your own.

You couldn't resist pressing him backwards, there was no way you were stronger than the Dragon Slayer, but he let you force him back until he hit the wall with a soft thud. Breaking the kiss, Rogue stared down at you with such a fiery intensity, it made you squirm against him. His fingers were firmer against you now, his hands trailed over your hips, pulling your body flush to his. You could feel his hardening length against your stomach, sending heat straight to your own core.

"Rogue…" you sighed against his mouth, his fingers inching under your dress. As his calloused fingers sought out your underwear, a low growl rumbles in his chest as he finds your panties already damp with arousal.

One finger had slipped under the waistband of your underwear, just as you were about to feel him directly on your core, an almighty roar went up from the stadium. Both your heads snapped up at the sound, looking towards where it came from.

A moment of sanity had you realising that you didn't want this to happen in a dark alleyway, pushing off Rogue's body, you take a steadying breath. His eyes are lowered, his head sinking in disappointment, he thinks you don't want this. "Take me to my room, now!" you demand, grasping his hand and placing it over your thumping heart.

There is no need to elaborate as Rogue sweeps you up into his arms and presses you both into his shadow world, tendrils reach out at you and stroke lovingly along your arms and legs as Rogue presses forward. You direct him every now and then, finally stepping back into the real world, but now inside your quiet hotel room and on your own feet again.

The air is thick with swirling desire, it feels like an almost tangible force within the confined space. Having watched Rogue for the past week or so, you could see that his seemingly normal demeanour of cold indifference has been replaced with an overwhelming heated curiosity, your insides melting as you caused this change.

Your fingers twist behind your back, who will take the first step?

Taking in his towering frame, you realise he is wearing entirely too many clothes, "will you undress for me Rogue?" you whisper, watching his red eyes flash with a second of insecurity before it is replaced with a scorching look.

He steps towards you, stumbling backwards you fall on the mattress behind you, and the softest chuckle reaches your ears as Rogue smiles impishly. His fingers have already loosened the tie of his cape, with a careful flick he throws the black cloak edged in gold trim to the corner of the room. His deadly katana is missing from the belt around his narrow waist, you muse that it is probably back at the stadium with the rest of Sabertooth.

Your eyes sparkle as Rogue unties the belt, his waistguard dropping from him as he allows it to pool with his discarded cloak, he quickly kicks out of his heavy boots and now he stands in only a pair of black fitted pants and a simple grey shirt. At this point you realise that Rogue has not said one single word to you since he laid eyes on you in the square, a small frown marks your pretty face and Rogue quirks an eyebrow at the look.

"You haven't said anything to me, I don't really know what you are thinking right -," your words are cut off as he leans down to press your back against the mattress in one fluid motion, his lean frame crawls over your body until you are nose to nose, and the blush of your face intensifies.

Rogue's face dips to your neck, his lips pressing soft but oh so warm kisses to your flesh. As his mouth finds your ear, he groans out, "surely I do not need words for you to understand what I am thinking, what I am feeling, Haru." His hips press down on your body, and a hard length teases at your clothed core.

As your lips meet in a bruising kiss, your hands slide under his shirt, caressing the strong muscles of his broad back, nails scraping lightly over the skin. He groans in pleasure as you part your legs further, allowing you to cradle his lower half into your body.

With a tug, Rogue lifts his arms to allow you to pull the shirt over his head, he looks down on you as your head lifts and your pink tongue slips out to run along the smoothness of his delicious skin. His own hands cup at the small swell of your breasts, your nipples already perky as you decided to not wear a bra today, a thrum of approval sounds in his throat as his palm circles over them.

Rogue is merciless as he pulls your dress down, exposing your chest to him. One hand moves to cover yourself, but the Dragon Slayer grips your wrist and places your hand behind his neck, your fingers twisting into his hair automatically.

After his fingers have finished teasing your budding nipples, his hungry moves descends and all sane thoughts flee your head, open moans flood the air at the pleasure he spikes through you, his teeth tug at the flesh and you whimper at the slight pain.

"I don't know if I can hold back much l-longer," Rouge stutters out, his free hand has found your now sopping panties, his fingers slipping along your wet folds with ease as his thumb pushes the material to the side.

"Ah Rogue!" you call out as he continues to tease your body with the utmost care, his fingers slip inside your aching core and he stills instantly.

His wide eyes lift to yours in almost horror, "you're a…, no, you can't be," he shakes his head in denial, yet his fingers never retreat from your entrance. A deep whole body blush crashes over your skin as you realise, he has reached your inner barrier.

Swallowing the lump that has formed in your throat, "yes, I'm a virgin. But" you hurry on as Rogue's face pales at the words, "I want this, more than I ever have before. Please don't walk away," your voice trembles on the last words as unshed tears threaten to slip over.

A deep frown forms on the Shadow Dragon Slayer's face, his face dips and he kisses the tears from your eyes, "ok, if you are truly sure. I won't walk away." The relief that washes through you is palpable, Rogue chuckles darkly as he nips at the skin of your neck, abusing one particular spot until a deep bruise has formed.

His fingers slide out of you, leaving you whimpering in frustration as Rogue sits back and then moves so he is looking up at you from between your parted thighs, "I need to prepare you Haru, I want you in as little pain as possible."

Nodding your understanding, you lift your hips as he pulls your underwear from your body and places a chaste kiss on your mound. The circling motion of the pad of his thumb on your clit is enough to have you bucking off the bed, and Rogue has to place an arm over your waist to keep you down.

The flat of his tongue drags over your slit, and your mind starts to spiral apart as he worships you with his mouth. Rogue groans deeply as he takes his first taste of you, "I'll never get enough," he whispers, his crimson eyes burning with a possessive need to make you his forever.

His slow torture continues, his wickedly skilled tongue working you to a dizzy height as a heavy tightness in your stomach threatens to burst, "come for me Haru, now," he demands, your body instinctively responds to his wishes and as stars burst into your vision, a sharp pain slips through the pleasure before floating away.

Rogue's eyes are on your face, your head thrown back in wild abandon as you felt his fingers pumping into you, breaking the barrier and scissoring in an attempt to force your walls apart. A low snarl from the man above you steals your breath away, his gaze slipping down to your core as you can feel yourself pulling him further in.

Kneeling back, his fingers are quick to unzip his pants, kicking them off as you stare open-mouthed at his now free erection. You shrink back as your eyes refuse to budge from his very hard cock, it twitches under your scrutiny and Rogue palms it roughly, a bead of moisture escaping the tip.

"I'll be gentle, I promise," his soft words caress against you, and you nod slowly, trusting this man that you barely know. His lips seek out yours, they start slow and gentle, but as the kiss intensifies you can feel him lining up against your entrance, rubbing up and down until he is soaked in your heat.

"Look at me." He commands, yet the words are still gentle, and your eyes fly from where he is rubbing against you to his face, a smile breaks out and you gasp at how handsome it makes him look. On that gasp he pushes into you, your hands tighten around his shoulders, nails biting into his skin causing a hiss to slip through his teeth.

Remaining as still as possible, Rogue grits his teeth and whispers, "oh god, Haru, you are so tight…" he trails off as you raise your hips higher, so they wrap around his waist, his length slides further into you from the new deeper position. There is a burning sensation from being stretched, but its actually not too bad, you give an experimental buck of the hips and you both groan at the sensation.

"Move Rogue, I need you to move," you moan out, hands slipping to his hips in an attempt to spur him on. He raises an eyebrow at your boldness before moving out of you to press back in until he is up to the hilt and you come apart in his arms.

The Dragon Slayer's pace is gentle and even, the knot in your stomach twists tightly as you scratch down his back making him moan into your mouth. "Faster," you whimper, his stare widens as he searches your face. His hips slam into you in a much harsher tempo, his lips wrapping around a taut nipple, your back arches pressing yourself further into his mouth.

"Ro-gue," you exhale his name, you can feel your release is about to hit, and the Dragon Slayer knows it too, his hips shift as he lifts your pelvis from the bed in a new position. His throbbing cock is now hitting you soundly on an inner sweet spot that you weren't even aware was there, your walls clench on his length and attempt to milk him for release.

Shuddering, he rides you through your orgasm, your screams of his name are likely to be heard throughout the city. Your hands intertwine on either side of your head as he finally allows him to release, the waves of pleasure seem unending as you pant heavily from the shared bliss.

Breaking all connection, Rogue withdraws from your body and you miss its presence instantly. He slumps on the bed beside you, pulling you into his side with a heavy sigh. Tucking you tightly into his body, his chin rests atop of your head as he again entwines his fingers with yours.

"So, what now?" he asks as you relish the warmth of his skin on yours.

A girlish giggle sounds in the room, "well, now we work out how to keep Lyon from killing you," you say quietly, a small frown starts to form on your face at that unwelcome prospect.

Rogue releases one hand to lift it to the mark on your neck, his mark, he smiled against you as he chuckled, "oh I'm sure I can handle the Ice Mage. You are mine after all, Haru."

A delicious shiver passes over your skin at Rogue's words.

"And you are all mine, Rogue."