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Glaring Decipher

Chapter Nine:

Magneto opened his eyes as he let out a groan: his head was killing him. He saw he was on his bed, a blanket had been pulled over him. "Rogue?" he asked out loud as he glanced around the room. He saw out of the window: the sun was up. The girl must have returned to own room after he had kissed her. 'Idiot,' he reprimanded himself: he had gotten carried away at her confession. He shouldn't have kissed her like that.

'Cause, that night, I was thinking of you,' he repeated in his mind: hearing her voice as an image of her smiling face staring at him. He had to stifle a groan at the thought of it. Their encounter last night- The girl had been fearless with him, enjoying herself beyond belief. She was exactly the type of woman he could see himself being with.

'If only she wasn't so damn young,' he thought annoyed. Her age didn't bother him, not nearly as much as it should. But given that he was planning on staying at Charles' for some time, he did have to consider the man's reactions to his choices and sleeping with one of students was certainly going to cause a stir. 'Perhaps, if we keep it to ourselves for a while,' he thought. He needed to talk to Rogue, find out what she wanted to do. This was a decision they needed to make together.

He looked at the clock: it was nearly eight am. He raised an eyebrow as he took a second look at his nightstand. There was a bottle of water, two aspirin and a note. He picked up the note.

'Sorry for the headache. It's a side effect of my powers. The aspirin should help. Drink the whole bottle of water too. Thanks for your help last night. I hope we can do that again if you would be willing? Let me know, Rogue.' He smiled at the message on the note. He would like a repeat of last night's events. He sat up with a groan he pushed the blanket off of him. He looked down, the girl had been nice enough to clean him up and return to his member to his pants.

'Thoughtful of her,' he thought: same as the note had been. He reached over and took the aspirin in his hand. He popped them into his mouth as he opened the water bottle and took a big sip. 'I need a shower,' he thought as he stood up. He made his way over to his private bathroom, something he had insisted upon when Charles had made him an offer to live here. He glanced over at the towel rack and saw his gloves hanging there to dry. He smiled: the girl had washed his gloves. He took a deep breath as he closed the door to his bathroom. It should alarm him, how much he liked the girl and how easily he could see himself making her apart of his life, but couldn't bring himself to do so. He wanted to talk to her, he wanted to be with her, he wanted to touch her. If was only eight in the morning and already he knew he was going to be counting down the hours before he could see her again. He let out a sigh as he turned on the water to the shower. Thank god, he had things to do today.


He had the spend most of the day finalizing the surprise quiz he was planning to give his class tomorrow. A test to see how they had absorbed the information he had given them so far and to evaluate the skills for strategic planning already at their disposual.

He and Charles had played a game of chess, later in the day, always a fun pastime.

"You were up late today," Charles had remarked: as they across from each other: a chess board between them.

"Yes, the girl's powers knocked me unconscious," he had commented casually.

"What?" Charles commented alarmed. "What girl?" he asked.

"Oh, right," he exclaimed looking up from the board. "I forget to tell you, didn't I?" he asked.

"Tell me what?" Charles asked.

"Rogue and I have been talking after my class, about her powers. Well, we were speaking about the class work as well, but it became a conversation about her powers. Regardless, she told me about the progress she been making with mediation and how her progression can only go so far with mental training," he said.

"What do you mean?" Charles asked.

"She needs someone to practice her physical abilities on: to test things, to seek control over them. We've talked a couple of times now about the subject and considering Rogue does not immediately knock me unconscious, we both agreed I would be an ideal candidate for her to practice on. Last night was our first go at it and she knocked me unconscious. Hence, I woke up later than I intended to," he said. "Charles, I can't believe, I had forgotten to tell you about this sooner. Apologizes, I didn't mean to keep you in the dark, old friends," he finished: lying through his teeth.

"It alright," Charles said dismissively. "When and where are you two planning to have these sessions?" he asked.

"Well, the girl already told me she likes to mediate in her room. Last night she conducted that part by herself. And we agreed about 10:00pm at night would be a good time each day. If she does render me unconscious, which will most likely be the case for some time, at least the hour is late and I would have been going to sleep soon regardless. And as for the place, well, my bedroom," he said matter-of-factly. "Again, when she causes me to lose consciousness, I will already be in my bed," he said. "I offered to do these tests in the infirmary. In case the idea of being in my bedroom made her uncomfortable. Which is the last thing I'm seeking to do," he said.

"Well, of course," Charles agreed nodded.

"But the girl said she had spend a bit of time down there herself, that the beds were horrible on the neck and she didn't want to add neck and back pain to cost of doing her favor. Very considerate of her really," he told Charles. "So, for the time being that's the course of action we're going to take," he said. He would find Rogue as soon as she got home and ensured they had their story straight. 'That shouldn't be difficult,' he told himself. "Unless you can think of a better alternative?" he asked: knowing the man would not have one.

"Do know what types of tests she attempting?" Charles asked. This he couldn't bluff. He had to hope Rogue wouldn't be angry at him for divulging something she may have not wanted him to repeat.

"That's where the girl's gotten vague. I'm attempting to get her to open up about it but I have this feeling she's slightly ashamed of her capabilities. Have you ever gotten that sense from her?" he asked.

"Actually, yes, I know what you're talking about," Charles said. "She always gets vague when I've tried to ask her what she learned from the people she absorbs," he said. "Has she opened up to you at all?" he asked.

"Not much yet. I believe she's afraid, she'll make me uncomfortable by having knowledge of things I personally haven't told her. I'm trying to assure her that I won't, but it's going to take time. I think it's helping that she had my memories in her mind for so long. About six and half months, wasn't it?" he asked.

"How did you know that?" Charles asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Charles, the day the girl's powers went out of control there were sightings of me in downtown Bayville. I knew wasn't in Bayville that day. I looked into it," he said dismissively.

"Magnus? What does that mean?" he asked firmly. Magneto let out a sigh.

"Shadowcat told Avalanche, Avalanche told Pietro, Pietro told me. The great mutant grapevine at work," he said. He heard Charles let out a sigh. "Really after those two dated, your Kitty Pride became the best spy I never employed," he said with a slight laughed. Charles did not look amused. "Come now, Charles, its' water under the bridge," he said. "Or would you like to resolve our current partnership for a past transgression?" he asked.

"Play your next move, Magnus," Charles said annoyed.

'Thought as much,' he thought smugly as he turned back to the other game he was playing.


He had spent his evening cooking dinner for the institute: Mondays and Wednesdays being his days to do so. At first, he thought he was going to detest the chore, but he found he rather missed cooking. Although, he never had cooked a meal for such a large group of people: he found he rather enjoyed the challenge and the all metal cookware set Charles had in his kitchen. He was having a bit too much fun multitasking with his powers. 'It's only twice a week, I can indulge myself,' he thought amused. He had three pots on the stove, one of which he was sautéing onions and garlic: it helped a great deal not needing to turn the spices by his own hand, instead moving the pan itself to keep the spices moving. He also had three knives cutting various vegetables and two additional knives slicing chicken breasts.

"Like wow," he heard a voice say. He turned to see who had just entered.

"Good Evening Miss Pride, Miss Grey," he said pleasantly.

"Hi," Kitty Pride said.

"Wow," Jean Grey said in awe.

"How either of your happened to have seen Rogue?" he asked. He still needed to get their story straight and he hadn't seen her since last night. He had tried to find her about the time they students usually return from schoo, but she had been no where in sight.

"Yeah, she borrowed my powers again. She said she was going to mediate till dinner," Jean Grey said: her eyes one the display behind him.

'Damn it, I'll have to find her after dinner, before Charles gets a chance to talk to her,' he thought to himself.

"Excuse me?" he heard Jean Grey ask.

"Yes?" he asked her.

"How are you controlling all of that at once?" she asked.

"Decades of practice," he told her. "Is this something you would like to be capable of with your powers?" he asked her.

"One day, maybe," she said.

"Start with sand," he told her as he picked up a cutting board with vegetables on it and dumped it into one of the pots of boiling water. "I used bits of metal, but it's the same principal," he told her as he called a metal spoon to the pot to stir the vegetables. "Levitate the sand into the air with one motion. Once you have it all up there, start to separate it into smaller piles. Start with two, then four, then eight and so on. At some point your exhaust yourself, which is fine, it part of making progress. Do this a few times a week and slowly your find the amount of piles you can make, before exhaustion sets, in increasing over time. This skill set will transfer to other avenues of using your powers. You'll notice it as you get stronger. You'll notice that you're getting stronger," he said with a smile. "It's not an overnight process, you'll need to complete the exercise regularly in order to see improvement," he warned her.

"I will, thank you," Jean Grey said.

"My pleasure," he said with a smile. "If you start the process and find you need more advice, feel free to ask again. I'm happy to help," he told her.

"Thank you," she said again. He smiled at her.

"Now, if you both would please excuse me: I need to ensure what's on the stove remains eatable," he said lightheartedly before he turned back to his preparations. Kitty Pride giggled at that "Alright, what's next?" he asked himself: no longer paying the two girls any mind.


About twenty minutes later, Magneto was putting the finishing touches on dinner when he heard someone entering the kitchen.

"Hey, how's your head?" Rogue asked as he turned to look at her. He smiled at her.

"The aspirin helped a great deal. Thank you," he told her as she walked up to him: he watched her span the view around him.

"You kinda have your hands full right now," she pointed out. He let out a sigh.

"I do, but we need to talk," he said.

"Right after dinner," she suggested. "I'm not on dishes tonight. If we both high-tall it for the exit as soon as dinner's over we should make a clean break," she said.

"Just make certain Charles doesn't have the chance to coax you into a conversation," he said.

"A little late for that," Rogue said with a smirk as he felt his eyes widen. "Max, relax, everything's fine," she said quickly as she placed her hand on his arm: her thumb rubbed his skin in calming gesture. "He called me to his office right after school. I'd had a good idea what you'd say to him. It helped having you in head. We'll okay," she told him with a smile as he felt himself let out a sigh in relief. "You want help with anything?" she asked as she moved her hand off of him. He shook his head no. "Okay, we'll talk after dinner," she said.


As dinner was breaking up and the residents of the manor were starting to disperse, Rogue's eyes caught his as she started to walk up to him. The chatter around him was loud but thankfully none of it intended for him.

"So?" Rogue started to say as she walked up to him, "you still wanna come mediate with me?" she asked. It was as good as an excuse as any to explain why they were going to spend the next few hours together.

"Yes, I would," he answered with a smile.

"Okay, just follow me, alright?" she smiled.

"Lead the way, my dear," he said pleasantly.


Magneto followed Rogue out of the institute's elevator onto one of the many sublevels beneath the school. They walked down the hall of the sublevel till she stopped in front of one of the gyms. He followed her into the gym and closed the door behind them. He had the overwhelming desire to walk over and touch her, but he fought against the urge. They needed to talk.

He watched her walk to the side of the room and grabbed a couple of yoga mats. She turned to look at him with a smile before she tossed him one of the yoga mats.

"Thank you," he said as he started to lay it out.

"You're welcome," she said with a smile as she laid her mat in front of his before she sat down on it, her legs crossed beneath her. He sat down in front of hers. "So, how was your day?" she asked as she reached over and took his hand. He smiled at that.

"Not unpleasant," he answered. "Actually, rather productive," he said.

"You finish writing up your test?" she asked. He raised an eyebrow at that.

"Yes, I did. It's supposed to be a surprise quiz," he told her.

"Your secret's safe with me, Max," she said with a smirk. He chuckled at that.

"While we're on the topic of secrets: are we hiding our activities last night from the household?" he asked her.

"For now, I guess. I don't want you to get kicked out of the manor because of me, for any reason," she said. "Besides, no one would understand. Everyone would be so fixated on the age difference and they'd think that you're taking advantage of me," she said rolling her eyes. "I don't wanna deal with that right. I do a lotta stuff to keep people around me comfortable, but giving up the way you made me feel last night, ain't one of them," she said firmly. He smiled at that.

"I have no intention of giving this up, either," he said as he squeezed her hand in his. She smiled at that.

"Do you mind if we mediate for a while?" she asked. "There's something I wanna try," she said. He raised an eyebrow at that. "Just say yes," she ordered playfully. "Trust me. You're gonna like this experiment," she told him.

"Very well, yes," he said. He watched her closed her eyes as she started to take deep calming breaths. "You know, meditation works better is you close your eyes," she said with a smirk. He let out a sigh as he closed his.

"There are other topics you and I need to discuss," he pointed out.

"Later," she said. "First we're gonna breath a lot," she told her before took another deep breath. He followed suit, taking deep breaths in time with her.


He heard Rogue let out a happy sigh. His eyes snapped open as he felt her climb onto his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands went to her hips. To his further surprise she brushed her lips against his.

He did not feel the pull of her powers. Instead, he just felt her soft lips against his He parted his lips to deepen the kiss: she let out a soft moan as his tongue entered her mouth. Encouraged by the sound, he deepened the kiss further, dancing his tongue around hers. She moaned again, louder this time. His eyes snapped opened as she quickly pulled back from the kiss.

"Rogue that was-," he said before she opened her eyes meeting his glaze. Her eyes were lite up brighter than he had ever seen and her face was flushed with color. "Congraudations," he said earnestly.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"Now, please tell me how the hell did you do that," he ordered playfully. She laughed loudly at that: resting her head on his shoulder for a long moment when as she laughed. "Rogue?" he asked as he ran his hand up and down her back. Her laughter slowly died down before she let out a contented sigh.

"A few more seconds, please?" she asked. "That feels really good," she said. He chuckled as he gave her what she asked for. He listened to her take deep breaths. A few moments later she lifted her head and met his gaze. She leaned in, kissing him. His eyes closed as they deepened the kiss again.

About a minute later she broke away from his face. She opened her eye, meeting his gaze.

"Showing you what I can is different than telling you how," she told him seriously. "I want to tell you," she said. "I wanna tell you everything there is to know about me, but I can't help but feel the the need to hide things from you. You're the reason I had to for so long," she told him.

"I never wish to make you feel that way again," he told her honestly. "Please tell me?" he asker her as he held her gaze. She let out a sigh.

"If you ever make me regret telling you this, you can say goodbye to me keeping your secrets," she told him.

"Fair enough," he said. He heard her let out another sigh.

"You know about my powers going out of control, right? Last year?" she asked her. He nodded. "That night Prof destroyed all of the people I had absorbed, He ripped them outta my head: very painfully. It left me really fucking weak for a long time. But after he did, I could actually feel my skin. It- it was like I was burning: from head to toe. After my head stopped killing me, I figured out that the burning was my powers. A few weeks passed, something else happened and I absorbed a couple of people and the burning went away. I figured out through some trail and error, that if I wanna have access to controling my skin it can only be me up here." she said pointing to her temple. "And right now it is," she said.

"That why you've been borrowing Miss Grey's powers, to rid yourself of other's mind. Today mine," he said out loud. Rogue nodded.

"Yeah, between that and the medidation I can have control. I just need more practice and I need your help with that. I wanna be able to do anything I can think of and still be about to turn my powers off. Right now, if I get too excited, I can't control them. Just being around you gets me excited," she told him, which he smirked at, "So, you're kinda the prefect person to practice on. My goal, what I want, is to be able to have sex with neither us needing to wear clothes if we don't wanna. Think you can help me get there?" she asked. He let out a loud laugh at that: he couldn't help himself. After a moment he met her gaze as he pulled her against. He watched her face flush.

"Absolutly," he smirked. ''Nothing would make me happier," he told her honestly. She smiled at that.

"Okay," she smiled. "So, lets get started," she said.


Hey! So, that's it for today. Rogue can turn her powers off! :) Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Please let me know :) Thank you again to everyone who is reading! ^.^