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Chapter Twenty-Three:

Early next morning, around seven am, Magneto felt well rested and in far more control over himself than he had the past week. He had spent his morning considering Rogue's words, his newfound understanding of her ideology, and the power that granted him in their relationship. Ultimately, he was unsatisfied with where he had left things between them last night, but he understood her need to end the conversation. He needed to speak with her again, before they were among the others.

With that thought in mind, he had decided his next course of action. He checked his appearance in the mirror as he put on his black gloves. He had elected to wear a turtle neck today. Between his normal attire, the gloves and turtle neck, only his face was exposed.

'Covering a much skin as possible,' he thought with a dark chuckle as he double checked his pockets. 'Yes, I have everything I need,' he thought as he exited his bathroom. He walked over to the window as he used his senses to open it as he scanned the area. 'Prefect, no one in sight,' he thought. He took a moment to wrap himself in electromagnetic light, rendering himself invisible to naked eye. He smirked as he lifted himself into the air and flew out the window.

He was going to enjoy this immensely.


Rogue laid in bed alone, tossing and turning, attempting to get some more sleep. She was going to have to take the sleeping pills tonight, she just knew it. Thankfully, she had had her own room since the since institute has been rebuilt and no longer had to worry about waking Kitty with her sleeplessness. She kept turning over on the bed unable to get comfortable, as the ramifications of her disclosure to Magneto haunted her.

'You're an idiot,' she thought to herself for the countless time. 'Yeah, sure, just go ahead and tell him you agree with him ideologically. Great plan,' she thought annoyed. 'While I'm at it, why I don't I tell him everything,' she exclaimed in her mind.

She paused; an old habit she hadn't been able to break. She had used Jean's powers to empty her mind earlier this week, which was allowing her to control her physical powers freely. However, after nearly two years of having her every thought responded too by multiple loud opinions, the silence was deafening. She almost wanted to absorb someone just to fill the void.

'I was supposed to get him to right place about Astra and then end it for the night. That's what I told myself to do. Why did I tell him that?' she asked herself.

She knew the answer, of course.

'Charles found out too soon. He's a factor in the competitive environment I can't really handle. I wish I could think of a good enough excuse to absorb him, maybe I could get a better handle on him. Just I don't know how he thinks well enough to keep him from being a problem,' she thought.

'Classic Charles. Some asshole has developed a drink that literary poisons mutants, but yeah sure free wills too important. Can't do anything about that. Or, oh, oh yeah, Charles can sit back and let the fucking school board make up their own damn minds about letting us stay in school. Not that big of deal, you know, only the future of mutant-human relations at stake. A five-minute speech from Jean saying please oughta do the trick,' she thought rolling her eyes.

'But, oh no, I wanna have a consensual relationship with his best frenemy and that's too damn much. Better have multiple conversations with both of us and stick his nose where it ain't welcome,' she thought annoyed. 'I don't get him. He's just- how does he choose what to focus on? I don't understand it,' she exclaimed.

'I'm gonna have to let Max handle him,' she thought before sighing. 'This sucks, this sucks so much,' she thought. She wasn't ready to give Magneto this much control. 'Damage is already done,' she reminded herself. 'You told him and now you're gonna have to deal with it. You're just gonna have to hope he doesn't tell anyone. Yeah, sure, same way he promised not to-'

Just then Rogue heard a small creaking sound come from her window. Her eyes snapped open as she turned to face it and found it was open wide.

'I locked that last night,' she reminded herself as she scanned the room, but found it empty. She could feel the fear raising up in her. She tried to pull it down, knowing it would only hinder her ability to reason. "Max?" she whispered. Her question with met with a low chuckle. There wasn't a question in her mind regarding who the source was. 'Okay, okay, you're fine. He's ain't gonna hurt you. He's just here to have some fun,' she thought as she searched for any sign of him.

She knew he could render himself invisible, but even so she might be able to tell where he was. She just needed to notice if anything stood out, maybe a refraction of light that didn't look quite right. She started to push the blanket off of her, readying herself to stand up, when above her, she watched as his shields formed. Five in total, each stacked near inches from each other, giving him access to almost the entire room, while ensuring they wouldn't be disturbed.

Suddenly, she was pushed back onto the bed by an invisible force. The next thing she felt was metal, metal everywhere. Her breathing started to become erratic, fear seeping in, as metal encircled her wrists and ankles. Then she felt the cold substance snake its way across her skin, under her clothes to encircle her uppers arms, upper thighs and waist. In a matter of seconds he had rendered her utterly immobile, nine metal bands in total restrained her.

'Relax, breath,' she told herself, trying to gain a sense of security, even as she felt herself being lifted vertically into the air. 'You told him about this last night. Course, he's acting on it,' she told herself as he moved her to the middle of her bedroom. She had imagined him doing this to her but found the reality to be much more intense than her fantasies. She felt weightless, suspended in midair, yet heavy with the feel of the metal against her skin. She was fighting just to breath.

She gasped as her body was swiftly turned to an upright position, her arms shot straight up, towards the ceiling. The surprise of it wasn't sitting well with her. They hadn't planned this. Her fear was getting the better of her, overriding, what she knew was, his intent of arousing her.

It was then she felt him, the heat of his body radiating behind her and his breath against her ear. She felt his hand, gloved she realized, on her hip and shrieked in fear.

"Y-yellow," she gasped.

Without a word, he lowered her to ground, her feet gently placed upon the cold wood floor. She noticed she could move her legs, if she wanted to as he was no longer controlling the bands on her legs or ankles. She tried to move her arms, but found he had kept his hold over those restraints on the upper half of her body.

"Is this better?" he asked in her ear.

"Yeah," she muttered as she fought to control her breathing, letting her feet on the floor ground her. "I- I wanna be able to see you," she said. She felt the absence of his heat behind her, as his hand slipped off her hip. "Max?" she asked.

Abruptly, he appeared in front of her. Both her fantasies and nightmares started just let this.

'You know what he wants. It's okay. You want this too,' she told herself as she stared up at him, eyes wide with fear.

"Before we decide how to proceed," he started to say as he closed the distance between them. His body mere inches from hers, but she noticed he was intentionally not touching her. "I'd like to check something, if I may?" he asked, deliberately vague.

"O-Okay," she said. She gasped as she felt his right hand slip down into her underwear. She let out a moan as his fingers moved inside of her. He smirked down at her.

"I thought so," he said smugly as he teased her, finger pressing her clit.

"What?" she moaned.

"You're soaked, dear and I've barely touched you," he pointed out, amused, as he cupped her cheek with his left hand. He chuckled as he tilted her head down. He kissed her head, his lips shielded by her hair. Her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of it. The simple gesture of affection making her feel safe in his arms. "Such a good girl," he muttered against her hair, the endearment bringing a smile to her face. "So wet, so quickly," he said obviously pleased. Both of his hands were occupied, nevertheless, she felt her pajama pants being pulled down her legs, they fell to her feet.

'This is gonna be intense,' she thought, making up her mind. She pressed herself up against him, swaying against his hand. She looked up at him, pushing down her fear, she grinned at him. He chuckled as he striped her of her underwear.

"You want me to touch you, don't you, Rogue?" he asked as he increased his pace, no longer teasing, now rubbing at her clit.

"Yes, Max," she whimpered as he hand moved from her cheek to run a hand down her body. She shivered violently against his touch. She felt him lift her shirt up and over her head, leaving her completely naked before him.

"To dominate you?" he asked, massaging her breast.

"Yes, sir," she grinned, knowing what would follow. He chuckled as he brought his hand up and in front of her face. With a flick of his wrist, her arms were pulled down behind her back. She panted as she felt the bands on her wrists connect, pinning her hands behind her back. She watched him let out an amused chuckle as she felt him take control of the bands around her the lower half of her body.

Expecting it this time, she braced herself as he pushed his finger deep into her and she began to rise off of the ground. His hand returned to his cheek, as he drew her face parallel to his.

"Eyes on me, my girl," he ordered. She nodded as she held his gaze. "Good," he smiled. "Ready?" he asked. She nodded before he flexed his fingers wide against her cheek as she felt her thighs spread open. His fingers curled under her chin as her legs bent backwards. She felt her toes brush against her fingers. He chuckled as he started to thrust two fingers in and out of her, as deeply as he could. She moaned as his thumb found her clit. "You're close already, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes, yes," she panted.

"Good girl," he praised, and she moaned, as he ran his free hand along the curve of her body. "Let me hear you," he ordered as he grabbed her breast, his thumb brushing against her nipple. She couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. "Come for me," he commanded.

'Oh god, yes,' she thought as her body fought against the restraints unable to move. She let out a loud scream, coming against his hand.

"Good girl, submitting to me," he said fingers still thrusting into her. She smiled as she finished riding out her orgasm, the continued stimulation only adding to it. As she started to come down, she attempted to regain control of her breathing as she waited for him to slow his pace. Moans kept escaping her lips as she waited for him to stop.

"Max?" she asked confused as she fought to open her eyes.

"Oh? Did you think we were done?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Y- yeah," she stuttered with a smile.

"Far from it, my girl. We're just getting started," he promised.

'Oh god,' she thought with a grin, her eyes closing, as he quicken his fingers. She gasped at the feel of him, embracing the pleasure, now knowing his intention. She heard herself letting out sounds somewhere between laughs and moans in response to his thrusts.

"Scream for me again, Rogue," he ordered. She gladly complied, laughing towards the end of it. "Again," he ordered, she could hear the smile in his voice. She screamed as he laughed himself, his hand finding her cheek again. "You'll always submit yourself to me, won't you?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, yes," she panted, lost in waves of pleasure.

"Because you're mine," he said seriously. Her eyes snapped open at his tone. This question not as benign as he usually meant it. No, there was another layer to it, a deeper meaning to his inquiry. She stared at him, eyes wide. "Aren't you?" he asked, his gaze intense as he searched hers. "The truth now, tell me the truth," he ordered coaxingly, his fingers still driving into her. It was impossible for her to resist him.

"Y-yes," she reluctantly admitted. The expression on his face was beyond satisfied, the smile that spread across his lip sinister in nature.

Abruptly, he pulled her face to his, her eyes closed as he kissed her, the first skin to skin contact of their encounter. She felt the pull of her powers, too lost in pleasure, she was unable to stop it. He ended the kiss immediately but not hastily enough.

'Shit,' she thought as she felt a copy of Magneto's consciousness slip into her mind, as well as gained access to his powers. She could feel his consciousness' confusion as he adjusted to his new surroundings. At the same time, she felt the allure of his metal senses added to her own. The room was singing to her, from the frame of her bed, the low hum of the shields he had placed, to the bands that bent her to his will. She'd had enough practice with his powers to be able turn off his sense immediately and became vaguely aware was she still moaning in response to Magneto's touch. She was already close to finishing again and she desperately wanted to ignore the danger his consciousness posed and continue to enjoy herself.

'Fuck,' she thought annoyed as she attempted to push it all down and focus on his consciousness in her mind. She needed to form the walls she used to house new consciousnesses but could barely concentrate as she moaned against Magneto's hand.

'This explains so much,' the consciousness commented in astonishment as he easily shook off her attempts to contain him.

'Shit, shit, shit,' she thought. She usually prepared herself to absorb someone new, there was meditation involved. Even in an emergency, she could manage to take hold of new fragments, but not with this level of distraction.

'No need to trouble yourself, dear. I'll show myself around,' he thought before she felt him slip into one of her memories.

"Rogue?" she heard him ask, his hand on her cheek again. Her eyes snapped open as she focused her attention on the man in front of her. She noticed he had slowed the pace of his fingers, but not stopped completely.

'What can I tell him?' she asked herself before instantly deciding what to say. "Metal everywhere," she muttered, a reasonable excuse, unable to tell him the real cause. "It's gonna take longer me for ta finish. Don't stop, please, sir," she begged. "It feels so good," she said.

"This is hardly a chore, my girl," he chuckled as he quicken his pace. "No need for haste. Close your eyes," he ordered and she gladly did so.

"S-sorry," she added.

"You've done nothing wrong," Magneto said as he rubbed her cheek affectionately. "Quite the opposite. You've been so good," he said in her ear.

'So very very good,' the consciousness chuckled. She focused inwards, attempting to take hold of him. 'I can hardly believe it, dear. To think securing the school board's decision was your doing. I'd assumed Charles deigned to lower his moral compass given the significance of the occasion,' he thought as he managed to pull him to her. 'The Brotherhood's re-admittance to Bayville High last month, was that you as well?' he asked with interest.

'Yes, now, stay still,' she ordered as she focused on him.

'Why?' he asked irritated.

'I can't just let you have free reign in here. Not even you, Max, it's too dangerous,' she told him.

'This is just another attempt of yours to control information, Anna Marie,' he said pointedly. How many memories had he seen before she pulled him out of the depths of her mind?

'It's more complicated than that,' she yelled as she managed to put up two white walls of mental energy above and below him. She screamed as she quickly formed the other four, entrapping him in a box.

"Relax, Rogue," Magneto whispered in her ear, the feel of his hot breath drawing her attention. Her concentration waned, her scream melting into another long moan. "That's it. Just like that," he coaxed as he rubbed her breast. Pushing everything down wasn't working, she needed a new plan.

'You can do this, you can do this, I can do this,' she told herself, panting, as she kept hold of the box she had created. She was on the cusp of orgasm, the only thing keeping her from going over the edge her fight with the consciousness.

'I will not be caged,' he thought enraged as he exerted his mental defenses, the box she had formed was shaking. 'You even by you. You're mine, Anna Marie, far more than my counterpart knows. Mind, body and soul, you are mine,' he said strongly.

'No shit, Max,' she thought unfazed by his taunt. She screamed again, embracing the next wave of pleasure, as she held onto the box; it ceased shaking holding its form against his assault.

"Good girl," Magneto said aloud, cupping her cheek. She snickered in amazement as she realized what she had to do.

"Faster, Max, harder," she begged Magneto. "Please make me come. I wanna come," she panted.

"That's my girl," he chuckled as he complied.

'Yeah, yeah, I'm yours. In every sense,' she thought as she let out long moan, 'of the fucking word,' she thought as she laughed. She embraced the waves of pleasure his counterpart was rousing in her. Instead of pushing it down, using the momentum to fortify her work, each moan of pleasure adding a layer to the walls she formed. 'But you know what?' she asked the consciousness as her eyes snapped opened.

'What?' he shouted, annoyed at losing the upper hand, as he pushed against the confinement.

'You're mine too, Max Eisenhardt,' she thought satisfied, staring into his counterpart's eyes, as moan after moan escaped her lips, layer after layer ensured his imprisonment. 'You just don't know it yet,' she thought gratified.

"Come for me, Rogue," Magneto ordered. She screamed, grinning wildly, coming hard against his hand.


A while later, Rogue and Magneto laid in her bed. Since he was covered near head to toe, she relished in the opportunity to lay naked beside him. She metal bands were gone from her body, Magneto had quickly removed them after she had come, relocating her to the bed to rest.

One of her hand was pressed between them, as she laid on her side. The other was draped lazily over his chest. Her head rested comfortably on his shoulder, eyed closed, a soft smile on her face, as his fingers ran up and down her spine. The window was open and a cool breeze nipped at her exposed skin, doing wonders for how overheated her skin was in the aftermath.

His consciousness was caged and she was content in the blissful state of mind that always followed climate. All in all, she wasn't upset that she had absorbed him. She hadn't known she could contain a fragment under those circumstances. The experience, the practice, had been empowering. It was good to know, she could triumph under those conditions. Laying in his arms, she felt all was right with the world.

'If only it could last,' she thought sadly as she felt him shift slightly.

"We should talk about last night," Magneto said softy.

"What about it, sugar?" she asked, refraining from opening her eyes.

"Despite my actions the other day, I want you to know that your secrets are safe in my hands," he said.

"I hope so, Max. I really want them to be," she said. He kissed her head again. She let out a peaceful sigh at the contact, before it turned into laughter.

"What?" he asked curiously.

"You'd think, me being so young, my secrets wouldn't rival yours. Yet, somehow they do," she huffed tickled. She felt his fingers curl under her chin and her face being lifted up. She opened her open to see his staring down into hers.

"Oh?" he asked inquiringly. She pressed down on his chest as she lifted herself up to look down at him. His hands adjusted, moving to her cheek and waist.

"I'm your, right?" she asked. Something in his eyes shifted.

"Yes, you are," he said possessively, his hand tightening around her waist, drawing her closer to him as he pulled her face closer to his.

"You could see how that could be a problem, for an X-Man," she said, transfixed in his gaze.

"Indeed," he said, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"You've already thought of what you could do with that power, right? With what you could do with me?" she asked, affecting vulnerability.

"Yes," he said, he breathing labored.

"That kinda leverage over a person, it'll a lot of responsibility," she said.

"Not be taken lightly," he agreed. "No one should fault you for your ideological beliefs, my girl. They are yours to have, yours to act upon," he said.

"I know that," she told him. "I have," she admitted softy. His eyes widened at that. He opened his mouth, no doubt to ask her when. "I don't want to lose my family," she said desperately. She watched him pause, considering that.

"That is not my objective," he said, caressing her cheek. "However, given certain facts, this might not be where you belong," he pointed out. She let out a sigh.

"I've struggled with that thought, for a long time," she said.

"And?" he asked as his hand moved to her shoulder, rubbing.

"I've done good things while being an X-Man. Things that matter, really matter," she said.

"Such as?" he asked.

"Dealing with apocalypse, for starters, going back to school, helped deal with that whole Pow-R eight situation," she said. "Stopped a car thief ring in Bayville," she laughed.

"You wanted to tell me that story," he smirked.

"And I gonna, at some point. We only have some much time before breakfast and you're expected to report to Charles right after," she said rolling her eyes. He let out an annoyed sigh at that.

"The mind games, your openness, the situation, it all caught me off guard," he admitted. "I'll acclimated, Rogue. I needed a week, but it's done. The weakness I displayed with Charles, won't be repeated. You can trust me," he said strongly.

"Okay," she said with a nod. "Max, you ain't the only reason I've had to hide what I'm capable of," she told him.

"Oh?" he asked again.

"Some of the knowledge I have, if it became public, I'd gain new enemies. I've- I've been able to avoid all that. But the more I talk about things, the more open I am about my powers," she tried to explain.

"I'll protect you, simple as that, my dear," he said matter-of-factly. She sighed in relief of how easily he offered that. "Did you believe I wouldn't?" he asked.

"No, that's not it," she said.

"Then what?" he asked. She hesitated, turning away from him, not sure how voice her concern. "Rogue, I can appreciate your reluctance to divulge details given the subject. However, I cannot guard you against threats I don't comprehend," he said. She felt his fingers take hold of her chin, turning her to meet his gaze. "You'll have to warn me, then, if such perils manifest," he told her.

"I will, I promise," she said quickly.

"Good," he said. "While we'll disclosing sensitive information. For the sake of clarity, I do wish to convey something of importance to you," he said.

"Yes?" she asked warily.

"Whatever the cause, when the time comes for my departure from the institute, know, my girl, I have every intention of taking you with me," he said. She shivered in response to his conviction. "Understand, there is no malice in my resolve. The X-Men are irrelevant. This only concerns us. While, you haven't permitted me voice the proposal. I'd wager, I already have your reply," he said. She knew it wasn't the breeze that was causing her to tremble against him.

"Could we-" she paused to take a breath. "Could we cross that bridge when we get to it?" she asked.

"Very well," he yielded. She sighed at that, closing her eyes a moment, needing to catch her breath. "On a lighter note, I did have a thought," he said.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I was wondering, if you would like to keep some of your possessions in my room? To avoid the predicament we found ourselves in yesterday," he explained. She smiled, opening her eyes again.

"Max, are you asking me to move in with you?" she asked.

"I wouldn't be opposed to you sleeping in my room, if you would like would to," he said nonchalantly. He paused for a moment, looking up at her. "Yes, alright, essentially. Yes, that is what I'm asking of you," he said.

"I'm gonna need a blow dryer, an extra one," she demanded. He threw he head back at that and laughed, his eyes closing. She watched him for a moment. 'He doesn't laugh like this enough,' she thought to herself, delighted to be the cause of his joy.

"Yes, dear, I will purchase one for you," he acquiesced with a smirk. "Anything else?" he asked, looking back up at her.

"I will make you a list," she grinned.

"Alright," he said pleased. She leaned down and gave him a quick peck, barely a second on his lips, before she pulled back.

"I'm showering in your room," she told him as she got off of the bed.

"Gather some of your things then," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," she smiled. She heard him chuckled as she started to do just that.


Little Red Dove: Hi! All good about missing the post, if you hadn't I wouldn't have revised it and chapter wouldn't have been as good :) I'm glad you liked it! I love The Good Place reference! That was such a good show. I'm glad you liked the banter and them opening up to each other. It wouldn't be much fun to read if Rogue keep everything to herself forever ;)

Anyway, I hope you like this chapter too. I'm looking forward to hearing your thoughts!