That night Rogue dreamed about Magneto. Several times she woke up trying to put a stop to the dreams but each time she closed her eyes she felt his hands caressing her skin and running through her hair. He held her to him with her to helpless to resist when he whispered words of promise into her ear. She'd called out his name several times during the night, but luckily Rogue no longer had to share a room so there was no one to hear her call for Magneto.

When Rogue woke up early that morning she was briefly disappointed that her dreams of Magneto had only been dreams, and for a short moment she wished she had woken up in his bed. Her new found desires terrified the hell out of her and Rogue desperately wished for them to stop.

She spent the day avoiding Magneto to the best of her ability. Since she had gotten up so early Rogue was able to avoid him while getting her breakfast, and just to ensure that she wouldn't encounter him, she took her breakfast with her to her room and ate it. It was a Saturday morning so no one questioned Rogue's absence in the kitchen, satisfied with the assumption that she was just sleeping in. Only Magneto was aware of the real reason why Rogue was not seen at breakfast.

He didn't hassle her at all the entire day. She had run into him twice that day and he hadn't even said a word, nor did he seek her out. Magneto just acted as he usually did, which confused Rogue. Everything was so different now. She had fooled around with Magneto. Magneto! How could he act like nothing had happened! She tried to consult his psyche to see if she could figure out his behavior but it was unusually quiet.

Night soon fell on Bayville and the residents of the Mansion ended their day by ordering four large pizzas and renting a movie to watch in the rec room. It had become a tradition at the mansion for the mutants who didn't have any other plans to spend Saturday night watching a movie and eating pizza with the rest of the gang. Tonight the choice of movie was the latest King Kong remake. Rogue hadn't planned on watching it. She had already seen it with Scott and Beast in theaters, but as she passed the open door to the rec room Rogue found herself leaning against the door frame watching the movie, going unnoticed by the other X-Men.

"King Kong," a deep voice behind her quietly. "Interesting choice." She didn't need to turn around to see who's voice it was. "I prefer the original myself."

Rogue stiffened by was determined not to let it show to Magneto. "I always thought the 70's version was the best."

"Really?" He sounded amused. Rogue felt his fingertips lightly on her back as they traced up and down her spine. "And why is that?"

"Irene always liked it," Rogue replied in a soft voice. "Even though she couldn't see she liked to listen to it. She always said that Jack had a nice voice."

"You miss her," There was a tone of sympathy in Magneto's voice, something Rogue had never heard from him before.

Yet she shrugged his sympathy off saying, "She was just keeping me safe until Mystique needed me." She paused for a moment and then added, "Until you needed me." His hand slip up to her shoulder and gripped it tightly.

"Rogue," a new voice cut in; Scott's voice. Magneto released Rogue instantly as the two of them both turned to Scott who was walking towards the rec room, a bowl of popcorn in hand. "You okay?" He asked eyeing Magneto suspiciously. Rogue nodded nervously unsure of how much he had seen.

"All is well Mr. Summers," Magneto assured him. He looked from Scott to Rogue and then added, "Don't worry I am not attempting to recruit one of your precious X-Men." He gave Rogue a final glance before he turned and walked away leaving Rogue alone with Scott.

Scott gave Rogue a concerned look, "What was that about?"

"Nothing," was Rogue's solemn reply.

He gave her a doubtful look. "That didn't look like nothing Rogue." He hesitated a moment before going on. "He's not . . . "

"Not what?" Rogue asked challengingly.

Scott gave her a hard look as if trying to find something in her expression. "Are you okay?" He asked again. "You've been acting weird all day."

Rogue turned her face away from him, not trusting it to hide her secret. "I just had a bad night," was her excuse.

"You know if something was wrong you could tell me right?" Scott said, concern showing in his voice. "I won't judge you Rogue, no matter how bad it is. I'm your friend I only want to help."

Rogue smiled at this and allowed herself to look at him again. She wanted to tell him. Scott may act like he has a stick up his ass half the time but the other half of the time he was a friend. She really did want to believe that he wouldn't judge her. Maybe he could help her. And if not it would be nice just to have someone to talk too. Rogue opened her mouth to ask if they could go somewhere privately to talk but then she was interrupted.

"Hey Cyclops!" Roberto yelled from the rec room. "Where's that popcorn!"

"Be patient its coming!" Scott called back looking annoyed.

"Scott hurry up your missing the movie!" This time the voice belonged to Jean.

Scott gave Rogue and apologetic look but Rogue just shrugged it off. "You gonna come in and watch the movie with us?" He asked. "I could make Bobby sit on the floor so you can have the recliner," he offered.

Rogue smiled and shook her head. "Thanks, but I'm kind of tired. I'll just go to bed."

"Oh, okay," Scott said. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then." Rogue nodded and watched as Scott disappeared into the dark rec room, lit only by the glowing of the TV. She watched with sad eyes as Jean's form rose from the couch only to sit back down in Scott's lap once he was seated. "What happened?" She heard him ask the others.

"Oh you totally missed it," Kitty squealed. "They like tried to sacrifice her to this giant ape in like a marriage sort of way."

"It vas totally kool!" Kurt exclaimed. "You should have seen Vhat the natives looked like!"

Rogue smiled sadly at their enthusiasm toward explaining the movie to Scott before she walked away. Was it so bad that she couldn't tell Scott, she wondered. If he knew he'd have told her she was being taken advantage of and would have used this as an opportunity to get Magneto kicked out of the mansion. Though that part wouldn't have been so bad Rogue realized that despite what Scott said about not judging her there was no way she could tell him about what she did with Magneto and not be judged. There wasn't a student at the mansion that didn't distrust him. Scott's had been the loudest protests of all when Xavier told them Magneto was moving in. Rogue finally realized that in this particular situation she was alone.

Well, maybe not entirely alone.

She hadn't even realized it but she had walked herself right to Magneto's door. She stopped as soon as realized where she was headed, leaving her five feet of space between her and his open door. Had he left it open for her? Was he waiting in there for her right now? Rogue spent the next few minutes contemplating her choices. She could turn around right now; either go to her room or join the others in the rec room. It was probably safer down there anyway. Her thoughts were so loud that Jean would probably pick up on them the moment Rogue took a seat and then she would go to the professor and he would kick Magneto out, and Rogue wouldn't even have to say a word. Then there was the third choice. Magneto's room.

Magneto was sitting on his desk chair which was turned to face the open door. Unlike last night his face showed no surprise when Rogue appeared at his threshold. Instead it held a smug triumphant look. He waited patiently for Rogue to enter his room and once she had done so the door quickly shut behind her. Rogue inwardly winced at the familiar click of the lock.

He made no move to go to her so Rogue just stood there in front of him as his eyes roamed up and down her body; her hands tightly clasped together in front of her and her eyes on the floor.

Magneto studied her face for a few minutes before he finally spoke; "You tried to tell him." It wasn't a question but an acknowledgment. "But you couldn't do it," he added pleased. "Because Cyclops wouldn't understand. None of them would. You're alone on this one." Her muscles tightened as Magneto spoke the sad truth.

"This is a mistake," She whispered. "I shouldn't be here."

"You came of your own will," he reminded her. "Mind control is not my power."

This time it was her turn to look at him. Magneto sat leisurely in his chair, wearing an outfit very similar to the day before. Rogue couldn't help thinking how very good he looked in blue. She found her eyes wander to his crotch and then blushed. A man that old shouldn't be so attractive, at least not to a girl her age, but it was all she could think about. And then she realized she wanted him to take advantage of her again. But Magneto had not moved from his chair. This time he was waiting for her to make the first move.

Shakily she walked over to him and paused once she was directly in front of him. She looked at him uncertainly. Magneto decided to make it easier for her and drew her onto his lap.

"Are you afraid Rogue?" He asked, his eyes searching her's.

She nodded.

Magneto tugged gently on a strand of her white hair. "Why?" He wondered out loud. "Is it because you think I will harm you? Or are you afraid that I will take advantage of you while all your friends are downstairs completely unaware of what's happening to you?"

Rogue shook her head this time and met his eyes. "I-" she tried to begin.

"You what?" He pushed, sliding his hand down to caress her cheek.

Rogue's face was flushed, unable to believe what she was about to say. "I- I want you . . . to take advantage." She turned a darker shade of red at the admission.

"Really?" He inquired, running his hand down to her neck, over her collar bone and then the curve of her breast. "No fighting this time?"

Rogue shook her head again. "I'm tired of fighting," she answered truthfully. She was sick of fighting everything and everyone, especially Magneto. All she had ever done since she left the brotherhood was fight him. She wanted to give in for once and just let herself be completely taken over.

Magneto smirked triumphantly. "Very well," he said sliding one hand behind her back and another beneath her legs as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the bed where he laid her down gently. Gingerly he pulled off her shoes and socks and began to message her left foot. Rogue let herself relax on the bed as his hand did wonders on the muscles in her foot. After awhile they traveled to her ankles and began rubbing them as well.

Minutes later she heard his desk drawer open and saw a small metal object fly from his desk and into his hands. It was a pocket knife. Magneto took the small blade and cut a slit in her pant leg to give him better access to her skin. The further up the leg he went the longer the slit in her pants got, until he was all the way up to her hip. He ran his hand back down along her leg to the tip of her toes before working on the other foot, repeating the process he had down to her left leg. Rogue was aware that now her pants were ruined and part of her wondered how she would get back to her room after this with no pants, but that thought was a buried deep within her mind. The rest of her conscious self really couldn't care about anything but the feel of Magneto's fingers in her legs.

Rogue felt completely and utterly relaxed. The tension she had felt most of the day was now gone. When Magneto had finished her other leg she felt her jeans unzip and unbutton. The next thing she knew Magneto was peeling them off of her and pulling them down her legs until she was no longer wearing them. Carelessly he threw them to the floor and then took his pocket knife and began to cut at Rogue's underwear.

Rogue sat up to protest but Magneto simply pushed her back down onto the bed and held a finger to her lips. "I thought we said no fighting," he reminded her. Damn him.

"What am I supposed to wear back to my room?" She tried to argue, but he shushed her once again with a finger on her lips.

Rogue sank back onto the bed defeated and let him do as he pleased. He cut the underwear on both sides and easily slid it out from under her, tossing that as well to the floor. No longer wearing pants or underwear Rogue was feeling truly vulnerable with the lack of covering. Sense finally returned to her as she realized that this was a mistake. Why the hell had she come here? Why did she let him get this far? Even if she wanted him to stop now there was no making him stop. But the worst part; Rogue didn't even know if she did or not.

His hands ran up her legs, stopping at her thighs where he gripped her tightly and pulled her down the bed toward him. Rogue shuddered as she felt him kiss her mound. She felt even more vulnerable as he slid his fingers further up and parted her. Rogue didn't have any time to brace herself before she felt his tongue enter her. Her entire body tensed as he began lapping up insider her, but she also felt good too. No, not good, it was an indescribable feeling so powerful Rogue had to hold a pillow tightly over her mouth to keep from crying out. His hands massaged her thighs as his tongue swirled inside of her. Rogue let out a smothered scream as it soon became to much and she came.

Magneto pulled away and let out a low chuckle as he stood over her. He bent down and took the pillow away from Rogue's face to discover she was breathing heavily. He chuckled again and planted a kiss on her lips. Rogue could taste herself from his tongue when it sought passage into her mouth. He drew away moments later and bade her to sit up. Rogue did without hesitation.

"Lift up your arms," he instructed. Rogue looked at him questionably but did as he told her. As soon as she did he grabbed the edges of her sleeves and pulled her shirt up over head. Rogue lowered her arms and drew her knees to her chest in a subconscious effort to hide her nakedness.

Noticing this Magneto smiled and ran his finger lightly down her arm. Rogue shivered from both his touch and the cold. Reaching up, Magneto tucked a lock of white behind Rogue's ear and smiled devilishly. "So beautiful," he whispered. "You've been such a good girl tonight Rogue," he noted. Rogue turned away from him, hardly believing what he was saying and ashamed of what she had let him do to her.

"This isn't right," she murmured.

"Oh?" He asked, pulling her bra strap down off her shoulder. Rogue didn't protest. She didn't know what had changed, but it was as if she couldn't say no to him now. "why is that?" When Rogue didn't answer he took her chin in his hand and turned her to look at him. "Answer me Rogue."

She didn't' have an answer for him. She had a million reasons to why this was all terribly wrong but she couldn't think of any with him touching her like that, so instead she reached behind her back, unclasped her bra and took it off. Magneto smirked at her and captured her mouth again. Rogue let him push her back down on the bed as she felt his hand slip between her legs and began massaging her mound. She moaned as his fingers slipped inside her and he began going in and out in a slow and steady motion, much like he had done last night. Only this time Rogue did not fight him. Instead she wrapped her legs around him and moaned into his mouth.

He broke away to plant small kisses along her jaw. Rogue arched into him as she begged for him to go faster which he did. "Do you like this Rogue?" He asked between kisses. Rogue could only nod her head as she bit her lip to keep from screaming. "Then scream for me," he breathed in her ear.

She refused to let herself scream.

"I'll stop Rogue," he threatened.

"The others," she argued breathlessly. "They'll hear."

Magneto laughed darkly and looked at her with intense eyes. "No they wont." He nibbled on her ear slightly. "Do you want to know why Rogue?" His fingers went deeper and harder in her. "Because they don't care. Scream all you like Rogue. They're to into their modern day King Kong to hear your screams."

Rogue moaned as his fingers picked up going faster and harder, faster and harder, in and out.

"Scream Rogue," he urged going deeper into her. "No one can hear you but me. Scream."

Unable to hold it in anymore Rogue screamed and came once again on his hand. Magneto laughed as he pulled his fingers out of her and licked them. "Good girl," he said as Rogue rolled over onto her side, not sure if she could take anymore tonight. Magneto didn't object and ran his hand up and down her back. The motion was soothing and Rogue found herself drifting. "Very good Rogue," he said, his low soothing voice putting her further to sleep. The last thing Rogue remembered before completely falling into unconsciousness was a soft blanket being draped over her body, and Magneto running a hand through her hair.

A/N: Okay wow, this was a fun chapter to write. It's kinda weirder than the first one but that's okay. I was seriously thinking about not adding another chapter to this fic because no one reviewed at first, but then I got three wonderful reviews (which happened to be my only reviews I might add) so I decided to add another chapter and see what happens. And I'd like to thank my three reviewers; X-Storm, Vic and RG Marie. Thank you guys very much. You gave me faith in my fic when I was losing confidence. If you guys like this story then you have to review. I need to know that I don't suck, or else I won't update. So please review. Thank you.

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