Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution.
Hi guys! I'm back after years off from writing this fic. Funnily enough, I've gotten random reviews prompting me to start this story up again and I always intended to but just…never did. For whatever reason today was the day, and I read through the old chapters and figured out a direction I wanted to go in, then just went with it. I want to thank everyone for their reviews over the years and I want you to know they didn't fall on deaf ears! I hope you enjoy…
Chapter 4
Addicted
"It's like you're a drug, it's like you're a demon I can't face down"
It's been a month. A month of hot kisses, lingering touches, and fully clothed groping. A month of new experiences, late night rendezvous', and secrecy. A month of excitement, of eye opening antics and a of…nerve-wracking panic attacks.
After our initial late night confrontation and bickering, Pietro actually slowed downed quite a bit…for him at least. It seemed like we developed a silent compromise to stick to kissing for the time being. It's relieving for me but I won't lie, his style is overly zealous and aggressive. However it suits his personality perfectly and I've found that I've adapted. Even if at times I sincerely wish that he would for once kiss me with the tenderness and passion of the stories I've devoured over the years.
Anyway, since that first night we've progressed. Albeit slowly. A week in, I allowed him to cop a feel of my buttocks. A week later, I actually didn't break his face afterward. His touches are as forceful as his kissing yet I revel in the physical contact like a crack addict getting her fix.
Three weeks after the first night, I got my first hickey. Kitty is the one who noticed it. I was completely mortified as she patted my clothed shoulder proudly and skipped over to her makeshift vanity to get her cover-up. Needless to say, the next day I was on a mission to teach Pietro how discourteous it is to mark people that do not belong to him. He hasn't tried to give me a hickey since.
Everything was fine up to that point. I had even felt relatively in control of the situation. Pietro had surprisingly been allowing me to call the shots for some unknown reason, not that I was complaining at all. However, last night things went a little bit beyond my comfort zone and I've realized…he's running out of what little patience he has.
"Wait…so, like, you haven't like done it yet?" Kitty asks me, her expression full of shock. We are sitting in our shared room, on Kitty's bed because mine is too full of junk, and I have just confessed that Pietro and I haven't done the dirty.
I shake my head feeling uncharacteristically embarrassed.
"Like, Rogue! You've been dating for like a month!" Kitty exclaims, shifting closer to me.
Apparently I missed the memo that everyone has sex after one month of hanging out with someone.
"We're not Dahting." I deadpan. It's frustrating for me when Kitty embellishes the facts. Unfortunately, since she's heard about Pietro all she's done is twist every word I say around to suit her. In fact, she loves to call Pietro my—
"So you and your secret lover, like, aren't lovers?" Kitti giggled.
I sigh. "Ah nevah said we were lovahs. And would yah stop calling 'im that. It's embarrassin'." I respond, glaring at her. She just continues to laugh, much to my frustration.
"Ah'm serious Kit!" I say, running a hand through my hair. I ignore that this is a very Pietro thing to do. I ignore that I've been doing a lot of Pietro things lately.
Kitty sobers. "I'm sorry, but like, Rogue…I thought that was the whole point of you like going out with him?"
"We're not going out…" I reply stubbornly. This time Kitty was the one to roll her eyes. Kitty. Rolling her eyes at ME. What has the world come to?
"Like whatever," She huffs. "So, like, what's the problem? Is he, like, that ugly?" She's fishing for information again.
Kitty has been trying for weeks now to figure out who my "secret lover" is. She's already deduced it's not any of the guys in the institute. How she came to this conclusion, I have no idea. However, she had at one point, to my mortification, suggested the Professor. Thankfully she has quickly let that idea go. Maybe it was my look of horror that made her drop him as a prospect?
Every once in a while she quizzes me, or tries to trip me up. Searching desperately for any bit of information-Hair color, build, height, dick size, etc. I don't think the last one was for the exact same purpose as the others. Even so, I don't know the answer to that one yet. Which is precisely the problem. Which is why I should probably be paying attention to Kitty's babbling right now.
"—so, then like maybe it's that you need more foreplay!" Kitty finishes.
"Wha?" I ask dumbly.
"Ugh, Rogue! Are you, like, even listening?!" Kitty squeals. Seriously. She can't naturally be so high-pitched. It has to be an act. I hope.
Kitty rolls her eyes again.
"I was saying that like, maybe you're uncomfortable because like you guys aren't like having enough foreplay?"
I shrug. Honestly I feel drained. I don't want to talk about this anymore. I don't know why I insist on bringing these issues to Kitty. It's not like I respect her opinion. Of course not. I'm probably just desperate.
Kitty shakes her head, "well, figure it like out girlfriend! Mystery man's not gonna like wait around forever. Now I have to like get ready for my cyber-date with Alex so shoo shoo!" she says, waving her hands at me.
How that relationship hasn't blown up in their faces yet, I have no idea…
Tutor Time
"Well, hand it over!" Pietro says impatiently.
He's talking about my test paper. He's eager to see my grade because surprisingly enough he's actually been tutoring me. Still, as I hand it to him, I wish he could be a lot nicer about it. I mean, we do have a somewhat more intimate relationship now. Even if it's not a "relationship".
"Well fuck," Pietro says grinning, "Ninety-fucking-four. Damn I'm good."
Well there goes all desire to thank him. He's doing a good enough job at congratulating himself.
"This calls for a celebration!" Pietro exclaims. As he begins to dig through his backpack, I can't help but check him out. He's wearing grey distressed skinny jeans today, and a black tee that tapers in nicely hugging his frame. A frame that I've been becoming very familiar with. In fact, I know that under that shirt lies a taut body, smooth skin, and lean muscle. I briefly flashback to running my fingers down his hairless chest. Yes ladies, hairless. And firmly pinching his—
"Earth to Rogue!" Pietro hollers, wagging a canister in front of my face. I take a step back in surprise. He smirks and I instantly feel annoyed. Mostly because he's giving me his 'yea I know I'm sexy and you can't stop looking at me smirk.' I can't help but wonder for the millionth time where this attraction to Pietro came from and if I should be concerned about it.
"What's that?" I ask him, cutting in before he can start teasing me. I dress unapproachable and homely so it's not like I ever catch him staring at me. It's a completely one-sided thing.
"Booze baby," Pietro grins, taking a swig out of the small silver flask in his hand. "I figured we could skip out early and have some fun." He winks at me and throws me the flask which I instinctively catch.
I have the indecency to blush. Oh lord. What is wrong with me?
I sniff the contents and wrinkle my nose. "What is this?" I ask him. Don't get me wrong. I have no problem drinking at school. I'm not like the typical "X-geeks" as my old colleagues like to call them. In fact, I often sneak into Logan's liquor cabinet when he's away. (He miraculously has yet to notice. Or at least he hasn't said anything to me yet. Logan tends to give me grace periods).
However, Pietro is trouble. And if I know him like I think I know him, whatever is in that flask is lethal.
"Don't worry baby," he grins again, "Drink up and let's head out. It's time to celebrate my expert teaching."
God forbid we celebrate my learning ability…
Thinking about it now though, I find that I do not care what's in the flask, or how much trouble Pietro is. I'd simply like to numb myself and go with the flow.
One Hour Later
So I'm drunk. Heh.
Pietro and I are sitting under a large tree behind some bushes in the park we first collided in. Despite it being a very sunny day we are mostly hidden from the rest of the world. I asked to sit down because my head is spinning and I've been giggling uncharacteristically for no reason.
My bare cheek is pressed against Pietro's shoulder as I lean against him heavily. His hand is under my shirt, playing with my bra strap. I vaguely realize I've never let him play with my breasts before but at the moment I can't bring myself to care. It feels nice after all.
He's removed my bra and is cupping one breast with a large hand. I feel my nipples harden and I give a slight moan.
"Shhh baby," he whispers.
I wonder why he calls me baby? We're not dating. Or are we? It doesn't make sense. I don't like him at all. I'm not attracted to him. No. I'm not. However, this feels really nice...and maybe he's cute. No. Well maybe.
Suddenly I'm on my back and thoughts slip from my mind as Pietro straddles me and presses his lips against mine. We're making out. Intensely. I don't think we've ever made out like this before. It feels really good.
There is a wetness between my legs that makes me clench and I feel Pietro press himself against me firmly. His clothed harden length is between my legs.
"Fuck." He says gruffly, shakily attempting to unbutton my black skinnies.
Is this how I'm going to lose my virginity? In a park behind a bush with my sworn frienemy? A man that I don't love and who doesn't love me? While I'm inebriated and skipping class? Well fuck. This can't be right. But what other option do I have?
Depression washes over me full force. And I feel Peitro struggling to pull down my pants, successfully uncovering my white panties in his effort.
"What the fuck Rogue, can you give me some help he-" Pietro stops short when he sees my face.
My eyes are glassy and glazed and I'm pretty sure I look petrified. This is so embarrassing. I'm usually so good at hiding my emotions but this whole experience has not me off kilter. What happened to hardcore Rogue that's not afraid of anything? She's taking a vacation apparently.
There is silence between us as we stare at each other. We've probably only been looking at each other for seconds but it seems much longer. I open my mouth to say something but no words come out.
Pietro brushes a hand through his hair. He seems tense. His hard on is gone and the wild look in his eyes has dissipated as well.
"Fuck." He says again. And with that he's gone. Leaving me alone on the ground with my pants pulled down and my bra off.
What the hell man.
The Institute
I'm actually back from school on time. Only because the park is halfway between the school and the institute so I had a head start.
I spent the rest of the school day sitting under the tree where Pietro left me, trying to sort through my emotions.
I've come to the conclusion that Pietro has every reason to be mad at me. Like Kitty said, the whole purpose of this arrangement was to have sex and it has already been a month. Of course Pietro would be frustrated. What guy wouldn't be? I'm not holding up my end of the bargain.
The problem is…I'm just not ready. Everything just seemed so wrong. Even in my drunken state I knew it was what I didn't want. I can only blame Fabio and my romance novels for filling my head with delusional fantasies.
Its time I admit to myself that I want to be wined and dined just like any other girl. But I refuse to. I can't. Because frankly, I will never be able to be to have a regular dating life. My choices have been narrowed down to a sex-crazed villain who probably has premature ejaculation, (he's quick with everything else so why not that too?).
I hate myself. I hate my cursed body. I hate this poisonous skin. This isolation. I hate it. I hate everything. This fucking stupid life, this fucking-
"Woah, Rogue are you okay?" A familiar, yet unwanted voice says.
Seriously God? Seriously?
"Not now Summahs." I spit nastily.
Scott gives me a hurt look but I don't even feel a twinge of guilt. Fuck him.
I hadn't realized that I'd wandered into the common room in my misery. I've been avoiding my room because I know Kitty is probably upstairs flirting it up with Alex and I don't want to see or hear her happiness right now. I'll feel the need to snatch it from her.
Still, I'm annoyed that I so visibly look miserable enough to have Scott actually attempt to approach me.
"Listen Rogue," Scott says, trying to sound firm. "I know these past couple of months have been weird between us but I really miss you and…"
No. No. No. No. NO.
I can't hear this right now. I don't need Scott screwing with my head too.
"…it's just that I really care about you and I know I'm dating Jean right now but…"
He can't be doing this to me. I can't be his friend. Doesn't he understand that he was my Fabio? Doesn't he understand that it hurts too much?
"…and I know it sounds crazy but Jean actually really likes you and…"
Is he still talking about that bitch? Is he still talking to me? This has to be a joke.
"…so please, at least just talk to me. Please?" Scott finishes, a hopeful expression gracing his face. I imagine that if I could see his eyes they'd be pitifully puppy-like. But I can't. So he's shit out of luck.
I turn and walk away without a word. Fuck everybody.
Two Minutes Later
I slam the door to my room and stomp over to my bed. Abruptly I begin to throw random items off my mattress, ignoring Kitty's bewildered stare and Alex's voice asking if everything is okay. Are those two seriously still dating? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?
I hear Kitty quietly tell Alex she has to go and listen to them make sweet confessions of love and adoration (gag me), before light footsteps are making it across the room.
"Rogue?" She says cautiously.
"Go away." I command stubbornly from underneath my comforter.
I hear Kitty sigh and pad back over to her side of the room. A part of me is disappointed that she didn't try harder to get me to open up but I know it's my fault. I just don't treat people nicely. I can't. I can't…
…TBC…
Sorry if this chapter was short. I'm still getting back into my groove and I'm in the middle of another time-consuming fanfic (based on Naruto). However, I will update shortly and make the next chapter much longer. In the meantime, please review!