I have no idea how long I'll be able to keep this up. Probably the next month or so. As long as I'm working from home. (Make sure you're by yourself before reading this chapter ;p )

Okay, here we go!


Chapter Twenty-One

Later that evening, Magneto sat at his desk, grading papers, when he heard a knock at his bedroom door.

"Yes?" he asked.

"It's me," he heard Rogue call out. "I talked to Charles. Can I come in?" she asked. He raised an eyebrow at that as he used his powers to open the door. He turned to face it as Rogue came into the room, closing the door behind her. She was wearing her normal attire; black sheer shirt, black skirt, black tights and green tank top underneath.

"You two are on a first name basic now?" he asked curiously.

"He wasn't gonna see me as an equal, till I stopped calling him by his title," she said as she walked over and sat down on the bed. She glanced over at him, eyed him for a moment before a smirk came to her face. "You look well rested," she said.

Of course, she knew he had taken the sleeping pills.

"It was a necessary evil," he explained.

"Hey, I am the one who gave them you. I'm glad you're feeling better," she said with a smile.

"Thank you again," he said. "How did you conversation with Charles go?" he asked.

"Logan spilled the beans about us being together," she said. "He's gonna get an earful from me later," she said annoyed.

"Wonderful, another thing for him to disapprove of," he said.

"I made it to clear to Charles, that we're both consenting adults. He doesn't have to right to interfere with our relationship. He can save his judgments for someone else and mind his own damn business," she said.

"It's Charles, he doesn't know how," he pointed out.

"Yeah, I know. All this, it's gonna get brought up again as long as he's worried about you," she said. He stood up and joined her on the bed, sitting next to her.

"I afraid, I can't avert his fears. Not when, I'm still on the fence about it myself," he added. She let out a sigh before she moved to straddle his lap, her arms looping around his neck. His hands went to her hips as she pressed her lips to his. She pulled back a moment later, her face flushed with desire and her eyes intense, as they often were when she held his gaze.

"Aside from Charles being annoying, you've been having fun, right?" she asked him.

"Yes, I have been," he answered immediately. She smiled at that.

"Good," she sighed happily before pulling him into another kiss. "If you stop having fun, if I take something too far, tell me, okay?" she asked. He took a moment to pull up his noise cancelling shield around the room.

"I don't enjoyed being toyed with," he insisted again as he pulled her against him. She let out a gasp as they rubbed against each other at the right angle.

"I've got this idea, in my head, about what you like," she said between kisses as he continued to pull her hips against his. She started to move in time with him as her body shook and her breaths grew shallow. "Mind games are pretty high on the list," she gasped against his ear as her hands cling at his back, taking in fistful of his shirt.

"Yes," he agreed as his own breaths grew shallow. "When I'm the one playing them," he said, moving her against him. She laughed at that before he bite her neck, her laugh turning into a moan.

"Can't handle what you dish out?" she asked. He stopped her a moment. Using his powers, he undid his zipper.

"Oh I'll show you what I can handle, girl," he said as he freed his hardened member before moving her against him again. The feel of her tights rubbing him was not at all unpleasant. He could feel her smile as she pressed his face against him, her breath warn on his neck, as they moved in sync. She pressed her lips into his. He returned the kiss, earnestly, his tongue exploring her mouth. He grabbed her hips, before flipping them over, him on top of her, as he pressed himself into her, grinding against her relentlessly.

"Oh yeah?" she challenged with a smile, shaking beneath him, as she gazed over at his nightstand. He opened the drawer and flew a condom to his hand.

"Is what you want?" he asked with a smirk as he shook the condom at her.

"Yes," she answered.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked teasingly as let go of the condom and let it float besides him.

"Yes, sir, yes," she panted beneath him. He groaned at the title.

"Show me," he ordered. She reached down and quickly took off her shirts. He undid her bra, allowing her to discard it quickly. She smiled as she rubbed her breasts in her hands.

"Fuck me, sir, please, fuck me," she said as she played with her nipples, gasping in between her words, her eyes fixed on his.

Standing above her, as he was, he felt powerful and dangerous. He wanted to relish in those feelings. He started by reaching down and to take off her tights. She sat up, helping him do so. Kissing her hard, her hands brushed his cheeks, as he pushed her back onto the bed. He called a wire hanger from the closet, as he took her hands from his face and pinned them above her head.

Using the metal, he crafted four links and cuffed her wrists and ankles. Using his powers, he moved her legs full spread-eagle, moving her wide open legs to the edge of the bed. Applying pressure, he pushed her limbs against the bed and knew she couldn't move. He searched her face for a moment, for any signs of pain, and didn't see any.

Leaving her on the bed, he went into the bathroom and retrieved his gloves. He heard her let out a small moan of protest.

"Patience, my girl, patience," he said amused as he stood in the doorway of his bathroom.

"I've been patience," she muttered frustrated as they made eye contact, she was lifting her head from the bed, watching his every move. With slow, deliberate, steps, he returned to her as he put the gloves on. He towered over her, not an inch of his skin was touching hers. She stared up him, wide eyes, shaking like a leaf. It was an incredibility satisfying sight.

"Say it again," he ordered.

"Fuck me, sir," she compiled.

"Again," he said as his gloved fingers brushed over her opening.

"Please fuck me," she gasped as his finger found her clit. "I want you inside me so bad, sir, please," she said as she struggled against the cuffs. He leaned over her and kissed her. It was her chance to knock him unconscious, if she wanted to. Instead, she shook beneath him, in anticipation. "Green, damn it," she said frustrated. He let out a laugh at that.

"You really do like this, sort of thing, don't you?" he asked with a smirk as one hand played with her breast, the other lightly touched her clit teasingly.

"Yeah- yes," she answered. "You- you like it too," she said.

"Oh, yes," he agreed as he twisted her nipple between his fingers.

"Please, please, fuck me," she panted. He chuckled darkly. "Please, sir, I- I-m ready for you," she said.

"Oh, I know, dear girl. You've been ready for a while," he said as he continued to tease her. "So wet," he said pleased, his fingers rubbing against her opening, applying only a little stimulation, enough to keep her on the edge. He took a moment to bring his fingers to his lips, tasting her.

"Please," she begged. "Max, please."

"Quiet, a moment, my girl," he said as he dropped his sound proofing shield and opened the window. "Just a moment," he whispered. She realized what he was doing and nodded. He used a magnetic burst to cause a strong gust of wind to enter the room, resupplying them with oxygen. He then replaced his lost sound proofing shield with five more, each within the other. The last of which covered, her, him and the bed. He had a feeling she was going to get loud and thought the extra sound proofing should render them silent, even if someone passed just outside his door.

"Alright, alright," he chuckled as he unwrapped the condom and slipped it on. "I supposed, I've kept you waiting long enough," he said as he took hold of her hips. With one thrust he was inside of her. The expression of pleasure that crossed Rogue's face was immediate and intense. The moan that escaped her, loud and desperate.

He started to move, with slow strokes as he kept his hold over the metal that restrained her, keeping her limbs immobile. He kept his hold on her hips with left hand as his right was free to grab her breast as he moved within in. She tried to keep his gaze, but couldn't, her eyes fluttered open and closed wildly as she let out moan after moan, each enticing him to drive into faster. He kept his pace slow, enjoying drawing it out.

"That's my girl. Let me hear you," he commanded. Her moans grew louder still as her head turned back and forth on the mattress. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Yes, sir," she moaned as she fought to keep her eyes open and on him. The effort was commendable, but in vain. She was completely lost in the pleasure of what he was doing to her.

"Good girl," he said as he quickened his pace. Her moans turned to short screams. He smiled at the sight beneath him. She was his, completely. He could do anything to her. The power, the control, was intoxicating. "So beautiful," he muttered as he ran his hand down the curves of her body. She shuddered at his touch, her skin so sensitive. "And all mine," he added, as he continued to push into her.

"For- for your eyes only, Max," she added as she arched her back upwards, as much as the restraints would allow. He groaned at that.

"Show me how much you like it when I fuck you, Rogue," he ordered as he pushed into her, his hand bruising her hip. "Come for me," he ordered as he fucked her relentlessly.

No sooner had the order left his mouth, she let out the loudest longer scream yet. He kept his hold on her limbs tight as her body fought against the restraints, intensifying her orgasm. He thrusted into her faster, close himself, as she rode out her orgasm. Her screams of ecstasy was more than enough, and mere moments later he buckled against her, coming hard.

He stayed as he was, deep inside of her, eyes closed, as his hands clung to her hips and breast. He took deep breaths as he attempted to regain control over his breath. His eyes snapped open as he heard her let out a small sound of pain. He gazed down at her, still a bit dazed from the aftermath. It took a moment to register the look on her face was one of pain. He realized he was grabbing her breast and hip too roughly. He shook his head, fighting off the dazed feeling, as he removed his hands from her.

He withdrew from her and quickly disposed of the condom as he released the restraints, the metal melting off of her bruised wrists and ankles. Her breathing was erratic and her body still shaking wildly. Knowing there was no chance she had control over her powers, he quickly wrapped her in the blanket she was laying on. Lying beside her, he pulled her onto his chest and she nestled against him, her hands taking in fistful of the blanket.

"It's alright," he said soothingly, as he rubbed her back through the blanket and placed kisses on the top of her head, her hair shielding him from her powers. "Deep breaths," he said softly.

"Are- are you- you o- okay?" she struggled to ask, fighting to regain control over her speech.

"Shh," he hushed. "I'm fine, Rogue. There's no need to worry about me," he said as he rubbed her back. "I'm far more worried about you," he said. She laughed at that, the amused sound leaving her mouth in stages between pants.

"I- I- just- I just- I just need a – a – minute," she struggled to say.

"Take your time," he said rubbing her back. "We have all the time we need, my girl," he said gently.

"O- O- Okay," she stammered as he dropped the shields.

He held her in his arms for a good long while.


About twenty later, her breathing was back to normal. He continued to hold her against him through the blanket.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he ran his gloved hand over her cheek. She shook a little, her skin still hyper-sensitive. "Did I hurt you?" he asked concerned.

"A little, I'm okay though," she said dismissively her eyes closed, a blissful expression on her face.

"I apologize," he started to say.

"Hey," she interrupted as she opened her eyes, "none of that," she said strongly. "I wanted you to. You get that, right?" she said.

"You wanted me to take control," he said.

"And let loose. Indulge in that darker side of yourself," she explained.

"Oh, I indulged myself, of that, there's no doubt," he said. She laughed at that as he took her hand in his. "And I hurt you," he said disappointed as he examined her wrist. It was badly bruised. He knew her ankles would bare the same bruises. He has enjoyed himself immensely but at a cost.

"And I liked it," she reminded him. She closed her eyes for a moment and took three long deep breaths. She opened her eyes before pressing her lips to his, as she intertwined their fingers. Opening her mouth, she kissed him passionately, as she danced her tongue around his. "Max," she said pulling back slightly. "I've fantasized about you doing this thing kinda thing to me. Except this time it was real," she said happily, her green eyes bright and intense. "You don't have to be ashamed of liking what you like with me," she said.

"I don't like that I hurt you," he said again. "I didn't hold back. I should have held back," he muttered to himself.

"Is there something wrong with me, for liking it rough like that? For liking a little pain with my pleasure?" she asked.

"What? No, of course, there isn't," he said.

"Then why are you beating yourself up for no good reason?" she asked before kissing him again. "I didn't want you to hold back. I wanted you raw, powerful, in control. All those dark feelings you love reveling in. I got my own set of those that I wanted to indulge in. You gave that to me, what we both wanted and it was amazing," she said with a smile. "Are you kidding me?" she asked amused. "Most intense orgasm of my life," she said happily. "Max," she said squeezing his hand in hers. "Please don't be ashamed of that," she said. "There's nothing wrong with either of us, for liking what we like, right?" she asked.

"The last woman I attempted to explore these types of encountered with, she-" he started to explain.

"Astra couldn't handle what she thought she liked," Rogue said. "She'd been lying about what she wanted from you for months. You still owe her an apology for how things ended but there was fault to go around," she said. "It ain't all on you," she said. "What time is it?" she asked. He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand.

"Five-fifty-three," he answered.

"Shit," she said, but sounded amused. "We should shower," she said before giving him one last peck on the lips before getting up. She let the blanket fall to the floor before making her way her way into the bathroom.

"Unfortunately," he said getting up from the bed, "I'll never get the chance to reconcile with Astra, considering she's dead," Magneto said as he took off his shirt.

"She might be if you hadn't been such a James Bond's villain about it," Rogue said as turned on the water to the shower. He quickly made his way into the bathroom.

"What on earth does that mean?" he asked confused.

"You and Astra were busy being evil scientists in the arctic, right?" she asked.

"It was nineteen-eighty-six, what else was there to do?" he asked jokingly. She laughed at that as she stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind her.

"So remember that you two got into that huge screaming match after you insulted her cooking?" she said.

"The chicken was dry," he said defensively. "No one forced her to cook. Just the opposite. I programmed a robot so neither of us would have to. Hence, we could focus on-"

"Being evil scientists," Rogue piped up, entertained. They had been researching the X-Gene, attempting to map it's genetic signature.

"Yes, yes," he said dismissively as he discarded his pants, leaving him in just his underwear and socks. "It was the nineteen-eighties," he said again, placing his dirty clothes in the hamper.

"Ah huh," she said, he could hear the smile in her voice, as he exited the bathroom.

"You were making a point?" he asked as he folded the blanket.

"Don't rush me," she reprimanded as he placed the blanket on the end of the bed. "I'm washing my hair," she added. He chuckled as he picked up her clothes placed them on the bed. He took a look at the state of her underwear; they were drenched in sweat and other fluids. She had no choice but to wear these back to her room.

'This won't do,' he thought as he made his way back into the bathroom.

"Okay, yeah, so all that screaming turned into a fight," she started to say.

"Yes, I recall," he said as he brought the garment to the sink. He poured a little hand soap onto the underwear and turned the water on for a moment to wet them.

"Next thing you know, you two are outside in the snow duking it out," she said as he scrubbed the garment between his hands. "You saw her fall to the ground and then that huge avalanche just buried the whole base of the mountain," she said.

"Along with Astra," he said as he rinsed the garment.

"You wish," she said.

"What are you saying?" he asked as he rung out the underwear.

"Seriously? She's a teleporter," she laughed. "She teleported too safely," she said.

"You're assuming that giving her mutant ability," he said as he hung the garment over the sink. They wouldn't be dry before she had to return to her room, but it was better than it would have been to do nothing.

"Then she hooked up with Hydra in the nineties," Rogue said. How on earth could she know that? "Don't ask me how I know that. I just do," she said.

"Wonderful," he said annoyed.

"You got a lot of skeletons in your closet, Max. Only a matter of time before some of them start making trouble," she said. "Towel, please?" she asked.

"I managed to avoid any issues thus far," he said he turned and pulled one off of the rack, he took a step out of the bathroom, to give her room to exit.

"Yeah, cause no one could find you," she pointed out as she stepped out of the shower. "Thanks," she said as she took the towel from him. "But now that's you're here," she started to say.

"My location isn't a secret anymore," he finished. "I hadn't considered that," he admitted.

"Did you wash my underwear?" she asked suddenly.

"Well, yes," he answered distracted. She grabbed his cheek and pull his face to hers, giving him a kiss.

"That was really sweet of you. Thank you," she said pleased.

"It was nothing," he said.

"You don't give yourself enough credit sometimes," she said with a happy sigh. He raised an eyebrow at that. "Looks, Max," she said as she held his cheek, "whatever happens, we'll deal with it together," she said. "Okay?" she asked.

"Alright," he said. She smiled at that.

"Okay," she said. "So, I'm gonna go try and sneak back to my room so I can dry my hair," she said. He chuckled at that.

"So, I'll see you at dinner then?" he asked.

"Yup," she said with a smile. "Then I'll help you grade the last of the tests?" she asked. He sighed.

"I should have taken you up on the offer from the first," he mused.

"Probably," she agreed. He chucked before she reached past him and grabbed her underwear. She gave him one last peck before leaving the bathroom.


So this chapter wrote itself. I was just kinda here while it happened. I hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know your thoughts!

Little Red Dove: Hi! Man these chapters are coming out fast! It's just too much fun. I haven't written a sex scenes in years! I hoped you liked it.

Thanks for the feedback from last chapter! Charles can be super annoying. I'm hoping I can put this issue away for a while. But he's a strong character, they might end up fighting again. We'll see what happens at dinner, next time :)