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Sinfully Irresistible

Rogue detested the way he watched her during danger room sessions, or the way he hung back in the shadows of each room she entered with his icy eyes staring at her intently. She felt like he was singling her out from all the other x-men, but she never voiced the opinion for fear of sounding paranoid. She was just another X-Man. Rogue was nothing compared to Jean or Storm. Why should he single her out? Even with this reasoning Rogue couldn't shake the feeling that he was always watching her.

After the fall of Apocalypse, Magneto had been invited to stay at the Mansion. The Professor's vision from Apocalypse convinced him that Magneto was going to become an alley instead of an enemy. This created peace with the brotherhood, now led by Pietro who was as loyal to his father as ever. The acolytes however were no more. When Gambit had been left in New Orleans he stayed there. Colossus decided to join the X-Men, Pyro returned to Australia where his new book, Diary of a Mad Man's Lackeyhad become a big success, and Sabertooth was no where to be seen.

So now Magneto stayed at the mansion as if he had always been there. He kept a watchful eye over the X-Men as they used the danger room, shared the paper with the professor, Storm and Beast at breakfast and lounged in the living room, reading a thick novel, making the recruits who came in to watch TV nervous. When he wasn't doing those things he was either playing a game of chess with the professor in his office, or locked up in his room doing only God knows what.

Rogue found that with her thoughts so often on Magneto, his psyche in her head had grown stronger than the others, and just when she thought it had finally begun to fade. It was bad enough she saw his face everywhere in the mansion, but now she was also hearing his voice in her mind.

"Why me?" She asked herself one night when she was alone in her room. "Why does he keep watching me?"

Because you are not like the others, his psyche whispered in her mind.

"I'm not any better than they are either," she murmured. "Cyclops is our leader, fierce brave and he's stronger than the rest of us. Storm is a goddess; magnificent and exotic. Jean has more potential than any mutant in this mansion or the brotherhood house, even the professor has said it. And Kitty-"

You silly girl, he interrupted. You really take your own being for granted so much that it blinds you. Kitty is a child. Storm is magnificent yet, but to set in her ways, and although Jean is powerful she is also a prat. And as for your Cyclops; he is not a woman.

Rogue shot up straight on her bed as if given an electrical shock. Why should that matter?

You know why, was the sinister reply.

A cold shiver ran down Rogue's spine. "No," she whispered, but deep down she knew it was true. The way he looked at her, stared at her with such intensity.

You are not just a mutant, Rogue. His voice continued. You are a woman and a warrior. Unlike Jean Grey you know how to be physical when threatened, and you can see the views of both sides. You are just as angry, just as fierce and just as dangerous as I am.

"No!" Rogue shouted, jumping off the bed. "I'm nothing like you!" She hissed.

Oh Really? He sounded amused. Prove it.

"How?" She asked, her voice barely audible.

You know how.

Rogue did know. She had to confront him once and for all. She needed to tell him to stop watching her.

Rogue leaned her forehead against her door. Her hand rested lightly on the door knob. "I can do this," she reassured herself.

You're afraid, Magneto's psyche noted. I wonder why, he remarked. Are you afraid I might try something or more afraid your body wont allow you to resist?

Rogue tensed. He couldn't possibly be suggesting-

Tell me Rogue. When you think of touch, does my face ever cross your mind?

"Shut up," she hissed and threw the door open. She marched into the hallway and slammed the door behind her.

Rogue's heart raced as she made her way to Magneto's room. His psyche couldn't be more wrong! His was just another voice in her head, giving her insight on a person she had once touched, but it knew absolutely nothing about her! The possibility that Magneto that of her in that way sickened her. Not only was he a megalomaniac but he was also twice her age! She was his children's age! She knew a lot of me preferred younger women, but this young? Rogue was barely legal. And the possibility of her wanting him was just wrong.

She stopped at his door and hesitated when she lifted her hand to knock. It was late. Everyone else was asleep (except for Logan who had gone to spend the evening at a local bar), surely Magneto had gone to bed as well.

You're just making excuses, his psyche whispered.

Rogue rolled her eyes and knocked. When she heard movement inside the speed of her pulse picked up and she began shaking on the inside. Part of her had desperately hoped he was asleep or not in his room. Moments later he opened the door. It was obvious by his attire that he had not yet gone to bed. He was still in his black dress pants and blue button up shirt she had seen him wear all day.

"Rogue," he said in a surprised voice, but he didn't seem disappointed to see her at his door either.

"Magneto," she replied darkly.

"May I help you?"

Rogue's eyes flickered to the floor for a moment before returning to meet his gaze. "I want you to stop watching me."

"Oh?" He asked with amusement. His eyes studied her. Rogue quickly averted her gaze back to the floor. "Would you care to know why I watch you Rogue?"

So she wasn't imagining it! He really did watch her on purpose. "I don't care," she replied hotly, and still avoided his eyes. "Just as long as you don't do it anymore."

"Oh really?" He asked, his voice filled with that amusement again. "I'll you again Rogue, but this time I expect an honest answer. Do you wish to know why I watch you?" Rogue was silent. "Rogue," his voice was deep and commanding.

"Yes," she whispered.

Before she knew what was happening she felt his bare fingers curl up beneath her chin and force her to look at him. Her eyes were wide and her face pale.

Magneto smirked at her and pulled his hand away. "Why don't you come inside Rogue," he stepped back into the room to allow her to step in if she wished.

A thousand things flew through Rogue's head. He touched her. He touched her. Magneto waited patiently for her to step into his room. Rogue knew if she did things would change. She stepped over the threshold slowly and once she was inside Magneto closed the door behind her and locked it.

Oh god, Rogue thought as she heard the click of the lock. Oh god, oh god.

"It is a type of magnetic shild," he explained, approaching her. "Something I have been working on since Charles invited me to stay here." Rogue backed up as he approached her until she hit the edge of his desk. "It's not very powerful nor is it noticeable, but it can protect me from minor injuries, bug bites and even shields me from your mutation."

"Please tell me this whole time you've been watching is because you were wondering if it would actually work." Rogue said.

"Would that make you feel better Rogue?" He asked, his hand brushing up against her cheek. "Or disappointed?" Magneto slid his other hand down her side to rest on her waist. "Rogue?"

Rogue's mind was a blank. She was only able to concentrate on the movement of his hands.

"Answer me Rogue," he said forcefully. His hand left her cheek and grasped the other side of her waist and pulled her roughly toward him.

Rogue gasped at the sudden motion. Her hands went up automatically to grip his shoulders. Rogue refused to let him handle her like this. Magneto was a perverted old man and she would not put up with it. "Let me go," she growled.

He simply smirked and said, "You first."

Rogue glared up at him and released his shoulder, but instead of pulling away her hands slid slowly down his chest, feeling each and every muscle. She was surprised at the strong and sculpted feel of his chest, she never expected someone of his age to be in such good shape. Instead of letting her go, Magneto's arms tightened around her, his left hand resting on the small of her back.

Rogue looked up at him uncertainly, his icy blue eyes born down into hers. Magneto's mouth came crashing down on her lips with his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Rogue was to surprised to fight him at first, but even after she over the shock of it she realized she didn't want to fight him. Instead she melted. His hands slid up and down her back as they kiss, and Rogue found that her arms had snaked their way up and around Magneto's neck, holding him to her.

She must have imagined what kissing was like a million times. Rogue used to sit in her room late at night and think about the couples she saw at school and on TV and wonder what they felt when they kissed each other. Could it have been anything like Rogue's kiss with Magneto? She doubted it. All those couples were young and inexperienced, but Magneto had been around, and even though Rogue had no experience at all, Magneto completely made up for that.

His hands slid down to her bottom and grasped it tightly. Rogue's eyes flashed open and widened at the concept of him touching her there but her thoughts were soon elsewhere when he picked her up and sat her on his desk. Where exactly was all this going? Her question was soon answered when one hand cupped one of her breasts. It was enough to make Rogue pull away from him.

"Stop," she said hoarsely, pushing him away.

Magneto eyed her for a few seconds and then smiled. "Do you really want me to stop?"

Rogue closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, feeling the need to catch her breath. She wanted to make him go away. She wished that by closing her eyes she could make him disappear but Magneto was insistent. He leaned over her, a hand on her shoulder and his lips against her ear. "Tell me to stop again Rogue," he said huskily. His hand returned to cup her breast but this time he was gentler as he began messaging it.

Rogue moaned as he brushed his thumb against her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. "Do you still want me to stop Rogue?" He wanted to know. She didn't say anything but instead relaxed into his grip.

Magneto began planting kisses on her neck. Rogue was vaguely aware that her jeans had become unbuttoned and unzipped thanks to Magneto's power. She knew what was going to happen next and every fiber of her being wanted to scream out against it, but even as his bare hand slid underneath the fabric of her underwear Rogue felt paralyzed. "Tell me to stop now," Magneto said just before he slid his fingers into her.

In reply Rogue's hands gripped the edges of the desk as if preparing to go down a roller coaster. "Very well," Magneto smiled and slid two fingers into her. Rogue groaned and her grip tightened as his fingers moved slowly in and out of her. As he pleasured her down there with one hand he moved his other hand beneath the fabric of her shirt and slid his hand into her bra, pinching her bare nipple.

As his fingers moved faster Rogue was being driven over the edge and arched into him. Magneto smiled at the movement and planted a kiss on her ear. "That's it," he whispered menacingly. "Come for me little girl." Rogue threw her head back and moaned as she came on his fingers. Moments later Magneto pulled out and drew away from her, leaving a very confused Rogue sitting on his desk. She looked bewildered about what just had taken place.

"Oh my god," she said, jumping off the desk and quickly zipping up her pants.

Magneto simply smirked at her and sat down on his bed. "That my dear was just the beginning."

Rogue ran her hands down her shoulders and glared at him. "You think that's going to happen again?" She demanded.

Magneto laughed darkly and rose to cup her cheek. "You think it won't?"

She slapped his hand away and backed up. "You're sick!" She spat at him.

Magneto grabbed her arm and pulled her to him planting a bruising and intense kiss on her lips. When he broke the kiss he stared into her eyes with something Rogue had never seen before and it scared her and thrilled her at the same time. "I'll see you tomorrow night Rogue," he said and released her. Behind her Rogue heard the click of the lock unlocking itself. She stumbled away from Magneto and stormed out the door slamming it behind her as she went.

When Rogue reached her room she locked the door and collapsed on her bed. What the hell had just happened? She couldn't believe what she had just allowed herself to do with Magneto! It was sick! It was wrong! It was . . . it was . . . oh god.

And he wanted to do it again.

"I'll see you tomorrow night Rogue."

Cocky arrogant bastard. As if she would go to him again!

Rogue fell asleep, replaying the feel of his skin on hers through her mind and listening to his voice in her ear. He would see her again tomorrow.

A/N: Okay this was my first Rogue/Magneto fic not to mention my first sexfic. And I'm not sure if I want to leave it as a oneshot or add more, so please review and tell me what you think. Thanks for reading!

Serena