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Chapter Fifty-Six
Magneto awoke the following day. He pulled the small table clock to his hand to read the time: Four-Twenty-Seven. Plenty of time to get more sleep. However, he felt all he had been doing was sleeping. He wasn't tired, not in the slightest, but he also didn't want to wake Rogue. He returned the clock to its place before turning over to look at his wife. She was lying beside him, peacefully asleep.
Good, she deserved some rest.
She had been single-handedly managing all mutant affairs, keeping them all alive. Quite a task. One she excelled at, but not without a cost. She was exhausted. She didn't have to say, he could see it. Still, she kept a smile on her face and pushed through, for their daughter, for their family, for their teammates, and by God for him. How strong she had been on his behalf- fighting to get him back. How long it had taken her to restore even a glimmer of his former self.
He didn't know how he was going to repay her, how he was going to even the scales. They were a team, and he was supposed to contribute as much as she did. But it was clear he had not pulled his weight in the last few years- he hadn't remembered enough to know his duty.
He felt ashamed of that. Not that it was his fault. This wasn't a choice he had made. She had apologized to him for it occurring. Though he doubted it was her fault either. The accident was one of bad timing. Nothing to be done about it. But still, the shame was there. Nothing to do but let the emotion linger for a moment before letting it go. Learn from it, obviously, but keep pushing forward. Follow the example his wife had displayed and seek to match her effort.
Yes, he could do that.
He had to do that.
He would.
Magneto was pulled from his thoughts as he felt a hand reach out for him.
"What time is it?" Rogue asked before yawning.
"Far too early for you to be awake. I apologize for-," he said.
"You're fine, Max," she interrupted as she grabbed at his shirt. "Come here, handsome," she ordered as she pulled at his shirt. He let out an amused huff as he moved closer and pulled her into his arms. She leaned up and pressed her lips to his. His hand cupped her cheek as his hand slid around his waist. She pulled herself even closer to him, their pelvic areas rubbing against the others'. She let out a short moan as he deepened the kiss. She started to move against him, and he responded by grinding in time with her thrusts.
She broke the kiss, needing some air. Their bodies moved in time; both their breaths were labored as they stared into each other's eyes.
"I want you inside me, now," she ordered as she gripped at his shirt.
"I'm afraid, I did not come prepared for such an activity," he informed her, as he ran his hand down her body. "I used the last condom, the other night," he said as he came up to the hem of her pajama pants. "I meant to replace them while at the store, alas," he said as he slipped his hand in and over her underwear. "My fingers will have to suffice," he said as he began to rub.
Her face flushed with color before she let out a hearty laugh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers.
"Not that I ain't enjoying this, but why should the master of magnetism concern himself with a little piece of latex?" she asked with a laugh. "Make a sheath," she told him as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Out of metal?" he asked surprised as he rubbed her groin. He felt a smirk come to his face. "You want me to fuck you with metal?" he asked, his tone husky, as he found the thought extremely enticing. He bit back a groan at the thought of it, his hardened member pressing against her leg.
"Ah-huh," she smiled, as she reached down with one hand and grabbed his member. "Wouldn't be the first time," she grinned as she stroked him.
"Really?" he smirked.
"It also works in a pinch," she said, as she gestured with her head. He nodded before, with his powers, he reached under the bed and retrieved the metal cuff he has fashioned. She moved to sit up and followed her stance as he brought the metal to his side.
"Okay," she said as she pulled her shirt up and over her head, discarding it to the floor. Topless, she leaned forward, kissing him as he felt her grab the hem of his shirt. He chuckled as she broke the kiss to discard his shirt as well. "You mind if I take a dose?" she asked.
"Never," he answered. She smiled before she kissed him again. This time he let out a grunt at the sting of her powers, which felt rather pleasurable given the circumstances. She pulled back before he felt a wave of magnetic energy hit him, forcing him to lay back down. "Oh, is that how we're playing this morning?" he grinned at her, his wife sitting in front of him on the bed topless. He wanted to reach up and touch her breasts and was curious if she would allow it. He lifted his hand, only for it to be immediately pushed back down again.
"You're the one who called me mistress a while ago," she pointed out.
"True," he smirked as he felt her taking hold of the metal cuffs. He relinquished control, giving her full command over the cuffs.
He watched her break down the metal into a ball as she reached up and pulled his pants and then his underwear off. He felt the ball reform into a long shaft, which she hallowed out as she stood for a moment to remove her pants and underwear. She grinned down at him as she climbed back onto the bed.
"So, the trick is, you wanna make the sheath as thin as possible," she instructed as she moved the metal over his member. "You want it as tight as you can stand," she said as he felt the metal cover his member. "Leaving a little room at the tip for … ya know," she smirked as she leaned down and kissed him. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, and she moaned against him. Her hands cupped his cheeks as he deepened the kiss. She pulled back and gestured her head towards his member. He felt downwards and realized she was waiting for him to obey. He nodded.
"I've never utilized metal in this way," he said, concentrating on the metal before him, fitting it around his member as she had instructed.
"What you mean is you don't recall living in a post-apocalyptic world where resources were scarce. We made do," she told him. "You good?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, satisfied with the fit. He felt her take hold of the sheath and he once again let out, giving her control. Next, she ran her hand along the side of his face, to the back of his neck. He let out a grunt at her nails. "Patience, Max," she said, her tone mocking.
Despite himself, a smirk formed on his face as he couldn't help but chuckle. To be on the receiving end was interesting. The trust involved in laying and waiting; to know your partner was going to satisfy you if you obeyed was… He chuckled again. It's not like he was actually powerless. They were his powers. It might be fun to pretend for a short while though.
"Patience," she sang before she kissed his neck, her free hand running down his body. "It'll be worth it, Max, I promise," she whispered before kissing his neck. He stifled a groan as she began rubbing his metal-covered member.
"Alright, why not?" he asked.
Without any further hesitation, he did as she requested, relaxing against the bed, and waited.
"Good boy," she smirked. He chuckled as she sat up and positioned herself above his member. "Max, you know the safe word, if you want me to stop?" she asked.
"I recall. Though, I doubt I have use for it," he said.
"Completely up to you, sugar," she said before she slid herself onto his member.
His eyes closed as he felt her on top of him. The feel of him and the metal inside of her was indescribable. His eyes closed as his body felt paralyzed by the shock of it. The wave of pleasure he felt was instant and-
"Funny how your senses make the sheath so much more intense," she said as he felt her constrict her internal muscles. He felt her every moment, as slight as they were. As tight as the metal covering was around his member, it was setting his nerves on fire in the most infuriatingly stimulating way. "Last time, I asked ya, you said ya preferred this over a condom," she informed him.
"Did- did I?" he muttered as sweat ran down his face.
"Ah-huh," she said as she released her internal muscles. He let out a sigh of relief as the intensity waned allowing him a moment to catch his breath. She leaned forward and he felt her lips upon his neck. She nibbled at his skin, her teeth teasing, which only added to his blissful agony. "You like that?" she asked.
"Yes, I think you know better than I, that I do," he said, struggling to speak, but managing to.
"I don't know," she said as she tightened her internal muscles again. He groaned in response. "You're still talking in full sentences. I think I'm gonna need to do something about that," she said as she somehow tightened around the sheath even further.
There was pain and pleasure- but too much- too much at once- he… His eyes snapped open.
"Enough, I've had," he ordered as he lifted his hands' to-
He let out a grunt in frustration as they were forced back against the bed.
"No, Max, that ain't gonna work, cause it ain't the safe word," she said. His eyes closed, as he lifted his head. He attempted to reach out with his senses- She constricted again and a wave of pleasure that followed overwhelmed his senses, forcing him to cease his struggle. "That either," she informed him.
He let his head fall back against the bed, as he attempted to catch his breath. His body felt paralyzed. He wondered how much of that was due to the sheath as opposed to his powers being turned against him.
He was… He was powerless. He was actually powerless. He, the master of magnetism.
This would not do.
With effort, he lifted his head and stared at her with narrowed eyes. "Rogue," he said, his tone displeased, warning. She stared down at him, undeterred.
"I know this ain't what you're used to, Max, and it would be completely understandable if you weren't up for the challenge," she said. His eyes widened at her implication; his blood boiled but his focus was shifted.
"There is nothing you could do to me, woman, that I cannot endure," he said, his pride getting the better of him. A smirk came to her face.
"You're sure?" she asked him. "You can change your mind at any time," she reminded him.
"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction," he said, through gritted teeth.
"That ego of yours, sugar, it has such a habit of getting you inta trouble," she chuckled before she pressed her lips to his.
Not once to take this laying down, he pushed his head upwards as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her hand cupped his cheek as their tongues danced around each other. She moaned against him as she used her free hand to run her nails across his skin; his body convulsed. He ignored it and pushed it down as he continued his fight for dominance on the only stage it was available.
She pulled back, biting his bottom lip. He stared up at her as he attempted to control his breathing.
"You ready?" she asked.
"Do it," he ordered. She cocked her head to the side as she placed her hands firmly against his stomach. As she thrust hard, a wave of pleasure hit him, forcing his eyes closed again. "Good god, woman," he exclaimed. She started to thrust her hips at a deliberate consistent pace. He laid his head back against the bed as he submitted to the buildup. He felt himself close to climax and readied himself to-
She stopped her movement and constricted her muscles, keeping him on the brink.
"Damn it, Rogue," he yelled in frustration.
"Take a breath, Max, take a breath," she told him.
"You take a breath," he muttered before doing as he was told. She laughed as he felt himself relax, slightly, winding from the build-up. The breathing helped; her laughing wasn't. He felt every movement in the core of his being.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Ask me that after I've finished," he said. "Assuming you're going to allow that," he said, his tone a bit bitter.
"All of this leading up to that," she said.
"Is it?" he asked, skeptical.
"Course it is," she said as she reached down, grabbed his hands, she placed them on her breasts. "You ready to go again?" she asked. He squeezed and watched her eyes light up as she shuddered against him.
Good, a modicum of control. Well timed on her part.
Of course, it was timed on her part. She was exacting in her self-restraint as he was of his own.
He brushed his thumb over her nipple and watched a smirk reform on her face. She started to move against him, slower than before, as she rode him. She leaned forward, pressing herself against his hands, using him for support as she slid up and down his metal shaft.
It felt incredible, as he stared into her eyes. Somehow the build-up was more intense than the first time. Something about coming up and then down and then back up again- he was- yes, it was. He wanted to thrust with her, match her in pace, but he still couldn't move- he couldn't. He squeezed her breast in one hand and pinched her nipple with the other.
The moan that escaped her lips was long and satisfying. He was getting close- he was going to.
She stopped, her movement and constricted her muscles
"Fuck," he muttered, once again. "Rogue, damn it," he cursed. He was met with her laughter once more. "How many times are you?" he asked.
"Breath first, questions second," she decreed, and he was powerless but to obey. He stared up at her with narrowed eyes.
"There is no possible chance, I let you do this to me regularly," he commented dryly.
"Max, there are nearly thirty years of our marriage that you don't recall. You have no idea what you've let me do to you," she said, and he felt a shudder go through his entire body.
"It that right?" he asked.
"You asked me once what it felt like to submit to you. I tried to explain it but the concept was so foreign to you," she said.
"Because I don't submit myself to any else's authority," he said.
"Not since your power manifested," she finished as he nodded in agreement. "But that's the thing about being partners. About ruling a nation together, we have to be equals," she said.
He felt his anger dissipate slightly as he took in her words. She leaned down; his hand being forced against his chest as she laid on top of him.
"And as much as I love submitting to you," she said before she kissed him again. He groaned against her lips. "We both recognized the fact that it needed to go both ways. We needed to know that I was capable of taking charge and that you were capable of yielding," she said. "So," she said as she leaned back up. She took his hands from her breasts and returned them to the bed. "Is that something you can still do? Or do more of your memories need to come back first?" she asked him.
He leaned his head back against the bed, needing to close his eyes a moment- gather his wits.
"Please, mistress, let me finish," he asked, no mockery in his tone, just an honest request.
"Well, okay, then," she said amused.
He was almost relieved when she felt her release her internal muscles and begin to move against the shaft again.
"Yes, yes," he uttered.
He flexed his fingers and felt no force pushing against him- he could, he could reach up and touch her if he wanted but- that wasn't the game they were playing this morning. No- that's not what he should do at that moment.
With effort, he kept himself from moving.
"Good," she muttered as she rode him, faster, harder than before. He felt her form two magnetic shields. One up and around the bed, to ensure they were unheard. And the other.
"Oh god, Rogue, what have you done?" he uttered as he took it in. She covered her skin, every inch of it from her neck downwards with the shield, and with his senses, he could. His eyes were closed but he felt her above him. He could sense and feel every inch of her body. The way her breasts bounced as she rode him, the sweat dripping across her brow and down the spine of her back. It felt like he was touching her- every inch of her beautiful body.
He glanced up to see her smile in response to his questions. His breathing- he- oh god- he could barely. He needed to focus on that- just breathing and now-
"Tell me what you want, Max? Do you wanna come?" she ordered.
He opened his mouth to speak- but couldn't. He didn't want it to end. He didn't want to finish yet- he wanted to... God, he-
"N- not yet," he managed. And with that, he felt her constrict her internal muscles, cutting short his climax. A violent shudder passed through his entire body. So much so, that her's was affected by the movement- which he felt as well. "Good god, woman," he uttered as fought to breathe.
She smiled as she reached up and ran a hand through her hair, wet with sweat it slicked back out of her way. He opened his eyes to see her run a finger over her collarbone. He felt it and shuttered again- it felt like he was touching her. She cocked her head as she ran her finger down and over her right breast, she ran circles around her nipple. She used her free hand to run down the length of her body, down, down until her fingers brushed against her swollen clit.
"You know, as fun as this is, I think I wanna try something else for a minute," she said. "You okay with that?" she asked as she rubbed her clit.
"Do. Whatever. You like," he surrendered.
"It involved you doing something for me," she said as she, using his powers, lifted herself up and off of the bed.
"That's. Fine," he grunted, his eyes closing, as she lifted herself off of the sheath. He fought to open his eyes as he felt her move forward. Suddenly, she was in front of him and it was quite evident what she was asking of him. He took a moment to finally catch his breath. He was going to need it. "Can I- can I use my hands for support?" he asked.
"Yes, I allow it," she said.
Lifting them, he grabbed her thighs and pulled her close to his face. He placed one hand on her butt, gripping it tightly, and with his other, he stretched her lips open. He glanced up at her, understanding the game, seeking permission. She smirked before nodding at him. And with that he descended onto her clit, licking and sucking. She was so wet from before and with the sheath she only tasted like herself.
He started to thrust her tongue in and out of her as his thumb took over stimulating her clit. She was moaning now, high pitched moans escaped her as it pushed him to go faster, his hand squeezing her butt as he shoved his face as far in as he could.
"Yes, yes," she gasped. "That's exactly what I want, Max. Oh god, keep going, yes, yes," she moaned. It didn't take long after that before she bucked against his face, coming hard. He licked, taking in as much of it as he could, enjoying the taste of her pleasure.
It was her turn to be out of breath. She laughed as she fought to regain control- which she did, rather quickly. She lifted herself from him and once again back into the air. He felt her form another shield, this time, over his body from his neck down and he was lifted into the air.
It was surreal, he used his powers to achieve flight, but never by another's hand. He was weightless, and- How had he never thought of this before? Nearly, thirty years of marriage- he supposed they'd had time to get creative.
She flew beneath him and angled his body in a way that suited her. And this time, she descended on his member, taking him into her mouth.
"Good god," he uttered again as he enjoyed the suction of her lips while her hand ran up and down his shaft. Her eyes opened and flashed to his, he could see the amusement in her gaze. She was loving this, he was loving it. He couldn't help but smirk in response, even as he struggled to control his breathing.
She pulled him out of her mouth before flying up to greet him. Her arms found and looped around his neck as she pulled his hands to her hips.
"You ready to finish this, sugar?" she asked before his grip tightened against her hips.
"Only if you are, Rogue," he responded.
"Good answer," she smiled before she leaned up and kissed him. She deepened the kiss as he felt her wrap her legs and gripped his hips, pulling her closer to him. Taking control of the metal sheath, she gilded his member to her opening. He groaned as he entered her once more.
She pulled back from the kiss before she rotated them in the air. He chuckled as he found himself beneath her again. He kept his hand where she placed them on her hips. She sat up, placing her hands firmly against his stomach. He inhaled as he braced himself.
Slowly she lifted herself before sliding herself back down against his member and contracting her internal muscles around him. He felt his eyes roll back in his head as his eyes closed at the intensity of it.
"Good god," he uttered.
"My name ain't god, Max. Try again," she teased as she released her muscles. She once again slowly lifted herself before sliding back down.
"Rogue," he uttered.
"That's my mutant name," she said as she repeated the steps. "I wanna hear my given name," she said. He tried to remember, felt it on the tip of his tongue, but once again felt a throbbing on the side of his head. Though the pain barely touched him this time, his senses were on fire- Though still, this little pain was keeping him from remembering. He knew that- he recognized that.
"Don't think," she instructed, repeating the same four steps with her body. "Just listen," she said as she leaned down and pressed her lips to her ear. "Submit to me, Max," she commanded as she rode him, picking up the pace a little. "Say my name," she demanded.
"Ann-" he started to say before he lost his breath. The pain was there- but
"That's it," she said before she kissed his neck. "You know it," she said before she bit him, sending a spike of pleasure down his spine, overriding the small annoyance of his headache. "You're always known my name. So, I wanna hear it," she said, increasing her pace. He was close, he was close again and he knew- he knew she had no intention of stopping. "I wanna hear you scream my name as you come," she commanded. She lifted herself and rode him faster than she had before. "Now."
"Anna-Marie," he cried out as he buckled against her, pleasure so bright it blinded him to all else but the feel of her body against his.
He wasn't certain he floated there in the aftermath of his climax, what he knew was Rogue was supporting them both- keeping them up.
"Holy shit, I can't believe that worked," she cried.
His eyes snapped open as he stared at the woman above him. She had a huge grin on her face as he saw tears of joy running down her face. He felt her lift up, his member slipping out of her. She hiccupped as he felt the shield she had formed around them dissipate. He grabbed hold of her shoulders as they fell back onto the bed, taking hold of his abilities to ensure they did so without harm.
He blinked, taking in what had just happened and the look on her face told him she was doing the same. He reached up and pulled her face to his as both of them let out a laugh.
"Did- did we break the bed?" she asked, concerned but amused
"No, no, where fine," he laughed as he brushed some hair out of her face.
"Shit, think anyone heard?" she asked nervously, more to herself than him.
"No, most are still asleep. I'm sure it's fine," he reassured her, regardless. He watched her let out a sigh and moved to caress her cheek with his thumb. A relieved expression graced her face before her hands moved to cling to him. Her bravado was gone and the game was over, as emotions of joy overtook her. "Thank you," he uttered before he kissed her. He didn't deepen the kiss as he knew she must be too overwhelmed to handle that.
Instead, he pulled back and rubbed tears off of her cheeks.
"Anna-Maire, my beautiful wife, thank you for helping me remember," he said before she laughed against his chest, laughed, and cried. He wrapped his other arm around her back as he held her to him. Both were sweaty beyond belief. Neither cared. "I love you so much, Anna-Marie," he said.
"I- I love you too, Max," she said. This time she lifted herself and brought her lips to his. It felt desperate, eager like she hadn't seen him in years like she was afraid of losing him again.
"It's alright," he said, as he brushed her hair back in a calming way. "It's alright," he said soothingly. "I'm not going anywhere," he said. "We're alright," he said before kissing her forehead. Her hand came up and wrapped around his neck. She kissed him before pulling back.
"What time is it?" she asked suddenly.
"The sun's barely up. I'm sure we have plenty of time," he said.
"So, here's the thing. Lorna's seven, her hair's green again, she's starting at her new school and she gets to meet her brother and sister today," Anna-Marie pointed out.
"We need to go shower immediately," he redacted. He held her gaze before they both started laughing. He pulled her face to his again and she melted against him. This time, she felt far more stable in his arms. "I love you," he repeated.
"I love you too," she said before she let out a happy sigh. "Race ya to the shower," she challenged. He chuckled before they got up both of them knowing the only real race was against a seven-year-old.
"You go first. I'll clean up," he offered.
"Thanks," she said before giving him a peck. She headed straight into the bathroom.
So, I wrote all of this, this morning lol! I woke up to 4 reviews in total for a single chapter! Which is crazy motivating for me! Actually, I reused a sex scene I scraped from chapter 41, which is how I got it done so fast. It's funny as I was writing, I thought. 'Okay- this will be a short chapter.' But then the words kept coming and Rogue and Magento kept coming and here we are with a normal-length chapter. ;)
So, yeah, I know you guys have been asking for more intimate moments between Rogue and Magneto so I figured- what the hell, they got less sleep this morning. And it gave me a chance to put the scene in it's own chapter without risking the tone of other plot lines. And I did realize it's been like half the fic since they had some real alone time together.
I hope you guys liked it! (Also, sorry if there are more types than usual, I didn't have a lot time for editing, but I think Grammarly got the most of it). Anyway, please let me know your thoughts!
Speaking of which!
MarymMemarill: THANK YOU! You're not too far off about Charles. More to come! (Also, sorry to And ask and you shall receive lol! Lorna is seven. Rogue said her age back when she was talking to Pietro in the metal dome on Monday. No worries that you didn't remember. There is a reason that Lorna calls her Mommy- but it's not due to time travel. I've been trying to find a place to put it, but Rogue's conversations about Lorna have been with Charles and the reason why is not something she would be comfortable sharing with him. More to come! I really hope you liked this chapter too and really hope to hear your thoughts on them!
Kirogue: THANK YOU! Yup and yup. You are spot on. More to come! Yes, Rogue plans to teach her first class after school (It is now Wednesday, 05/0/.2003, in the fic). And yeah, it's gonna be a lot but also a lot of fun! Yeah, I have a lot of plot lines and not enough time to tell them all, which is why this fic is such a slow-burn. No other way to make this many plotlines feel fleshed out without taking the time to allow the characters to breathe and live their day-to-day lives. From your review, yeah, that is a good chuck of the plotlines, but not all of them. There are some other's, I also foreshadowed, thrown in for good measure that your review didn't touch on. All good- This much plot keeps things interesting and allows me to touch on the plotline I'm interested in at the moment. I'm so glad you're enjoying it! And I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this chapter!
Dunadaness: THANK YOU! Yup, Mystique is here and she means business. More to come! I hope you like this chapter and I hope to hear your thoughts!
Little Red Dove: Hi! THANK YOU! I'm so glad the chapter came out a good time and made you're day better! Yup, so much plot! All of the plot! I'm so glad you like baby Lorna. I was nervous, I know she's your favorite character and I was nervous you would be mad she's so young. But I'm SO GLAD you like it! :) Yup, poor Max, but Rogue will make it better, lol! Yup, more to come!
