MAGNETIC ATTRACTION
Part Thirteen
AUTHOR NOTE: I want to make it clear that this chapter is going to be slightly more graphic than the previous ones so if any kind of scenes of a sexual nature disgust, or offend, you can always scroll down a few pages to avoid hopefully what you don't want to read. I'd also like to add a slight trigger warning for this chapter considering that previously a chapter was likened to simulating a rape situation. This chapter could be taken this way as the act is somewhat...rough (although I ensure, everything here is absolutely consenting).
Remy rarely ever found himself having or even wanting to look for Wanda, but today was the exception. He travelled over nearly every room in the warehouse before eventually finding her in the new laundry room, which Magneto had only finished setting up this morning. It was a dingy, dark little room with a single light bulb and just enough room for two large washing machines and one dryer, leaving a few feet of space between them and the wall.
Wanda was standing leaning over the top of one of the machines, waiting on a load that was apparently in the one to her left. She was flicking through a magazine idly, and had not seemed to have noticed him coming up behind her.
Remy moved swiftly to close the space between her backside and his groin. He put his arms around her waist to pull her against him so she could feel he was excited beneath his jeans.
Wanda leaned back into him, "oh," she said, a soft little gasp escaping her mouth, "there you are."
"Mmmhmm," he breathed in the smell of her musky perfume, and ground his hips a little against her.
"Where have you been?" she craned her neck a little to look at him out of the corners of her eyes.
He gave her no response, and simply went about reaching down to pull her skirt up. Much to his amusement, she'd worn panties today. Lacy white ones. "White panties, huh? You in a virginal mood today?" he skimmed his index finger against delicate white lace.
"You like that?" she chuckled.
"Maybe."
"I came lookin' for you earlier...but you weren't around," Wanda tried again, she reached her arm behind her so she could bury his hand into his hair and hold onto it as he kissed his way up her bare shoulder. "Piotr said he saw you leaving with Rogue."
"Shut up..." he commanded, sick of this jealous attitude she seemed to have whenever he spent time with Rogue. Momentarily he considered asking her what it mattered if he had been with Rogue. This was casual sex, not a romantic partnership so why should he have to answer to her? Besides, it wasn't as if there'd been anything actually going on. If he and Wanda had been in a relationship, he'd still been one-hundred percent faithful all the while.
I don't need to answer to her, he reminded himself. Hoping that she'd drop the subject entirely, he breathed hotly in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard...right here..." as he pushed Wanda forwards and bent her over the nearby washing machine which was juddering with the effort of washing clothes. Wanda gave a little gasp as he swiftly tore her panties off, and she looked over her pale bare shoulder at him. She was slightly alarmed and he realised at once it was that up until now, she'd always been the one to say when and where.
I'm sick of that game, thought Remy as he took her roughly from behind, making sure to do it so that perhaps it hurt a little more than he normally would have allowed for.
She moaned, slightly taken aback by this, but let him do as he wished and took every command as he moved her and twisted her in every position he could think of taking her in while she clung onto the washing machine which was shaking violently on its spin cycle. He leaned forward to coldly mutter dirty things near her ear despite he never usually spoke during sex; it'd always seemed to him that it wasn't warranted, that body language and actions spoke louder than voices in those situations. He had no clue where the things he said had come from, or why he'd had to say them at that moment, only that he couldn't stop those words spilling from his lips.
When he told her he wanted to drive himself so deeply into her that she'd hurt for days, her moans became louder, and when he told her he thought she was a dirty bitch who had used him far too much and it was his turn, she actually began to climax; his was soon to follow but he was adept enough to withdraw before he could spill his seed, having forgot to don a condom in the heat of the moment. He forced her to her knees and muttered coldly "you know what to do."
As she finished him off, he leaned back against the machine which had now finished its cycle. The words wrong, wrong, wrong seemed to flash before his closed eyes in white hot burning letters as the release came, and the immediate disgust with himself followed. He relaxed his breathing, slow, deep, deliberate breaths to help bring his dangerously thudding heartbeat down to its normal tempo. He felt the exhaustion almost immediately settling in, the tension he'd been feeling since this morning released and the muscles in his neck became loose and no longer slightly painful as they had been since breakfast.
"I've been thinking about that all day," said Wanda afterwards, she was still kneeling on the floor, looking up at him with satisfied eyes. She ran the back of her index finger across her lips to remove any tiny evidence of his passion. He wondered if she even cared about safe sex; she certainly hadn't insisted on it.
While he buttoned up his fly and fixed his belt he was quite aware Wanda was watching his every move with something of a crazed expression of awe and bliss. Whether or not he felt disgusted with himself, she definitely didn't share that feeling. He'd never seen her look so genuinely pleased with herself, and him.
Remy momentarily considered what he might say to her now. He thought briefly of telling her that this was it, he didn't want to do this any more. She'd been using him for weeks to sate her lust, and he supposed in his desperation for human touch following these near constant states of arousal, now he'd used her too. In a strange way, they should have been even.
He should have told her then and there that he was done with her. He should have said that he was sick of casual sex with her, that they'd had their fun but it was over, that he had far too much to focus on and too little free time as it was.
This needs to end and you need to make it clear to her, he thought dully as he watched her pick up her torn panties and examine the damage he'd left upon them, a little satisfied smile playing about her lips. He felt sick to his stomach thinking of the violent way he'd torn them off, of the way he'd just pushed her over the machine and took her without even waiting to see if she was ready for him (although past experience had taught him she always seemed ready for sex regardless of the time or day or lack of foreplay).
He didn't like what he'd done at all. The way he'd spoken and acted to her. It felt too dangerously close to a person he didn't want to be. He wanted to tell her about this; it didn't matter how consensual it'd been, or how encouraging she'd been about it...he didn't like that kind of rough play quite the way she did. It made him feel villainous, evil...not himself.
He should have told her it all, and tried to be straight and honest with her. Instead, he opted for the easier option, which was to not say a word about any the things going on his head. He may have been close enough with her to have sex, but certainly not to feel comfortable telling her these personal things. They weren't friends after all...he wasn't even sure he liked her as a person.
"You on the contraceptive pill?" he asked as he took his cigarette packet from his pocket and went about lighting one casually. He certainly hoped she was on the pill. It seemed like something that would be necessary considering how much sex she liked to have on a daily basis. He supposed he should have asked the first time around instead of it being asked now several weeks later.
Just another example of how extremely fucked up it is that you just accept sex without even thinking of the consequences, he thought angrily with himself.
Wanda looked at him, her face slightly dark as she responded. "No."
"Then you need to get your ass to the drug store and get the morning after pill."
"Jesus, relax. You didn't even-" she began, but he interrupted.
"I know I didn't," he shot quickly, "but it doesn't always work like that. Doesn't matter how fast you pull out, somethin' always has a chance of gettin' through. So you need to do what you can to prevent that from happening."
"I'm not going to get pregnant, Remy."
"Yeah, well, better safe than sorry. Get your coat; we're gonna drive to town to the all night place and get it now. I'm not taking any chances."
It seemed to him, he'd already taken a pretty large one already.
Rogue had reading – and trying to memorise – the lines from her Romeo and Juliet script for the rest of the day. There had been little else to spend her Sunday on, and she needed to be prepared for drama class for tomorrow morning after all. A knock at her door disturbed her and so she straightened herself up a little from where she'd been lying on the bed, and said "come in," clearly enough that whomever was there would have heard.
The door opened slowly, and Magneto stepped in; his cool handsome eyes drank in the room, and for one moment she thought he might be impressed with how nice things looked in here compared to most of the other rooms in the place.
Of all the people to come to her room, she wouldn't not have expected it to be Magneto. Normally, when he wanted to speak to anyone, he was the one to summon them to his. She straightened up even more, and moved her legs off of the bed.
"I would like to speak, if you have a free moment," Magneto explained.
Rogue gestured for him to come sit upon the bed; the idea of this left her feeling very uneasy. In all her time knowing the man, having him sitting at the bottom of her bed simply to chat seemed so incredibly surreal. Nevertheless, there he was, taking a seat.
He picked up the script she'd put down beside her, and he read the title. "Romeo and Juliet," his voice was soft.
"Ah study drama," Rogue explained, her cheeks flushing. She wondered if Magneto had already been told of what classes she took; she felt foolish for mentioning it. "This is the play for this Semester."
"Are you starring?" Magneto asked, turning the pages to look through the book.
"Ah'm the female lead...which kind of sucks for...you know, obvious reasons," Rogue confessed, her cheeks hot still.
"Yes...I understand," Magneto nodded.
"So...you wanted to talk?" Rogue asked, she chewed the inside of her cheek nervously, "have you begun working on the plans for my evolution?"
Magneto replied with a quote from the play, "Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast".
Rogue realised he was telling her that she needed to be patient, she gave a sigh and looked down at her covers, she absently picked at one of the decorative sequins.
"Tomorrow I would like you to come see me, I would like to spend one-on-one time with you to work on your powers with you, to determine whether or not the reason your powers are still uncontrollable is simply from the wrong kind of training. I would like you to be very sure before we go ahead with this evolution, that it is your last option."
"Ah'm already sure," Rogue stated coolly.
Magneto studied her face, their eyes locked for a moment and she felt he was trying to determine that she really was confident that this was the right decision. Judging by the determined look on his own face, he wasn't going to back down by trying the alternative methods of controlling her abilities before putting her into a machine that could transform her.
"Can Ah ask somethin'?" Rogue queried quietly.
"Ask," Magneto responded.
"With the...evolution process...will...will Ah be like what happened to Scott?"
"What do you mean?" asked Magneto.
"His...mutation accelerated, which Ah know is the point, but...he looked different...and kind of sounded different. Ah mean...is there a chance Ah could walk out of this a completely different person...not just mentally, but physically?"
Magneto pondered, "It is always a possibility of certain risks when going to lengths to deliberately accelerate your abilities through this method. One of those risks is that there may be some compromise on the ageing process. The evolution process attacks the under developed genes before they have mutated naturally, but there is an undesired side effect that can cause normal cells in the body to age slightly. If you are asking if there is a chance you may come out of this looking older, or unlike yourself, then the answer is yes. But it is a small possibility."
"But...it happened to both Scott and his brother, so doesn't that mean the chances are higher if it happened twice?"
Magneto responded coolly, "Cyclops and his brother share the same genes, and those genes were prone to that particular side effect. I studied their DNA; they both have the genetic quirk that makes them prone to slightly advanced ageing even without assisted evolution. Side effects can vary from person to person and the genetic material they already possess.." he went on to explain.
"Ah see," Rogue replied. "So...there's no way Ah would ever know for sure what might happen until it had already happened?"
"I am afraid there is no way to have one-hundred percent certainty of the side-effects. However, I will be taking DNA samples from you so I can study your genetic material; it may give us a better idea of what to expect. I am glad that you have brought the subject up. It shows how serious you are about this, and how much time you have spent truly thinking about this and the consequences."
"Believe me," said Rogue, "Ah've thought of nothin' but."
"Tomorrow after you get home from college, please come and see me to have the DNA samples taken," Magneto instructed as he headed for the door. "Please remember to be up for six am for training this time; set your alarm."
"Ah will," she promised, thinking perhaps this time she might set the one on her MP3 player as an extra precaution should whatever happened before happen a second time around.
The rain was still heavy in Bayville; Remy had opted to borrow Rogue's car for the journey. When he'd bought the car, there'd already been two sets of keys, but he hadn't made a point to tell Rogue that he'd kept the spare for himself, should there ever be an occasion he might like to borrow the car himself. He doubted she would mind, and he made a mental note that he would gas up the car when necessary.
Wanda was sitting in the passengers seat, her arms folded stubbornly over her chest; the black PVC coat she was wearing creaked any time she even slightly moved and the sound was getting on Remy's nerves. "I don't know why you just couldn't let me go alone," said Wanda, staring out of the side window with a frown on her face.
"I want to make sure this is going to be dealt with quickly. And I want to see you take that pill. I'm taking as much responsibility and precaution as I can here by makin' sure you do as well. We both fucked up, lets just rectify it and move on."
Wanda snorted, "we both fucked up? How am I involved in that?"
"How long have we been screwin' around, Wanda? Three? Four weeks?"
"I haven't been keeping note," she responded coolly.
"Whatever, look, my point is, all that time, and it never occurred to you that, since you're having sex on a fairly regular basis, that you should have some kind of birth control?"
"I do. It's called a condom."
"And condoms aren't infallible?" he asked pointedly.
Wanda gave a sigh, she was clearly bored with the conversation. At least for now she was relaxed enough from sex that her powers weren't affecting the car even though she was mildly annoyed with him. "As far as I'm concerned, contraception is your department, since you're the one who has to wear the damn things. Why are you acting like I'm partially to blame here when you're the one who just decided to ram it up me without even putting something on the end of it?"
"Because..." he remarked, momentarily losing track of what he'd been thinking as the lights suddenly changed and he had to slam on the brakes.
"Because?"
"Because you are partially to blame. You knew that I didn't have a condom on, you can't tell me you didn't feel the difference."
Wanda rolled her eyes at him.
"You knew fine well I wasn't wearin' one. And you never once at any point asked if I was even gonna pull out in time – which by the way is some extreme exercise in self-control I hope you know. I could have went the full mile, would have been an even bigger chance I'd have got you pregnant."
She turned to look at him, "I didn't know," she reiterated, her blue eyes narrowing at him.
"You are such a liar," he frowned, "and even if you hadn't noticed then, you would have when you got down on your knees."
"Can we drop this?" Wanda asked, sounding even more bored than she had before.
The lights changed, Remy had to restart the ignition, he'd managed to stall the thing again, just as he had earlier in the day. He had to keep reminding himself there were as many flaws with this car as there seemed to be with himself lately. "We'll get to that drug store, we'll get the pill, you'll take it. Then we can drop it."
"Fine."
"In fact," said Remy, deciding this might be the best time to bring up what he'd been thinking of doing for a while now. "I think we should drop it altogether."
"Excuse me," she asked, she raised an eyebrow at him.
"I think we should just...stop."
"Stop...?" she repeated, sounding confused.
"Stop having sex," he stated firmly.
Her face dropped a little, "But...I thought you liked it."
"I did. But enough is enough. Just a little more carelessness and we'd be in serious trouble. Besides, it must have occurred to you at some point that we'd have to eventually stop," he explained as he pulled the car into a parking space near the all night drug store.
Wanda's expression was clouded with hurt as she stared across at him. Clearly it hadn't occurred. Not even when he'd suggested they stop on the night Rogue had arrived had it apparently ever really occurred to her they would have to eventually stop. "Why should it stop?" she asked, expecting real valid reasons.
He'd thought right now about to walk into a drug store for a morning after pill would have been good enough reason. "It's not like we're compatible. We're not even really friends. We don't get along," he explained. "We don't even know each other. The most I know about you is what you like in the sack. Other than sleeping together, we're strangers."
Wanda got out of the car first, and he followed quickly to the drug store. She seemed now quite eager to get this over with.
"I can't tell you who your favourite band is, or what your favourite books or movies are..." Remy continued. He was lying. He knew enough by having been in her room what she liked. But those things were trivial. He really didn't know her.
It was odd, he realised, that he'd spent months living with Wanda and barely knew her at all. The most he knew about Rogue were the vague things he'd observed from afar, and yet, he felt far closer to Rogue, she was far more compatible as a friend than Wanda.
Wanda had no response to his feelings about being strangers. They walked into the drug store together, and waited in the long-line of anxious mothers waiting to get cough medicine for screaming toddlers, and embarrassed high school kids trying to pluck up the nerve to buy condoms but ending up with tubes of toothpaste and acne cream.
This particular drug store was run by a rather iron-fisted pharmacist who had them showing various forms of identification and filling out forms before selling the one pill for one hundred dollars and three cents.
Remy wondered how these prices always came to ridiculous numbers like that. The store was definitely over-charging on the emergency contraceptive, but one hundred dollars, he supposed, was a small price to pay for peace of mind. As they waited for the pharmacist to go fetch the pill from the shelves in the back where they were kept, he grabbed a couple of cans of deodorant on sale from the counter, a bottle of his favourite black mint shower gel, a razor, a couple of boxes of tissues, and a bottle of Evian.
Wanda watched him curiously as he did this, "What...are you doing...we're not here to do grocery shopping."
"Look, chances are when we get home, someone gonna see us comin' and wonder where we've been," Remy explained, he tossed a couple of health bars into the basket on the counter, "at least I can use the excuse that I had some stuff I needed to get."
"Oh," said Wanda, she disappeared momentarily and returned with a box of tampons and tossed them into the basket, then folded her arms pointedly. He might have smiled if they had been there under any other circumstances.
Remy waited as the elderly pharmacist began slowly bagging his purchases, and casually he glanced idly over the store. He hadn't expected to see Kitty Pryde there in the next line, for the other pharmacist, holding a box of tampons herself and waiting to pay. She recognised him and gave him a vaguely embarrassed wave as she tried to hide the label from her box beneath her arm. Remy grabbed the contraceptive pill box from the counter, hoping the petite girl hadn't seen it, and shoved it into his pocket quickly, feeling slightly anxious about this.
"What's up with you?" Wanda asked, noticing he did this.
Remy shook his head, "nothin'," he lied; he took out his old slightly torn wallet, and paid for the items. He and Wanda left the place, Remy hoping that Kitty had not noticed Wanda standing there.
When they got back into the car, Remy tossed the bag in the back and sighed, "that was Shadowcat in the next line."
"X-Men Shadowcat?"
"Do you know any other Shadowcat?"
"No."
"I hope she didn't see that damn box. If she knows what it was, she'd tell Lance, Lance would probably blab to everyone."
"It's no one's business what we do but our own," Wanda stated as she climbed into the car.
For most of the journey back to the warehouse, they sat in silence, Remy just eager to get home and force Wanda to take that pill to ensure no 'accidents' occurred later. It was about a mile or so away from the Warehouse that Wanda finally broke the awkward silence that had been lingering between them.
"I've been thinking about what you said."
"Oh?" Remy asked, he felt thoroughly exhausted and couldn't wait to get to bed.
"Yeah...about what you said about us not knowing each other. You're right."
"I know I am," Remy responded, matter-of-factly.
"The thing is...we've never tried."
Remy blinked at this statement.
"Maybe...we should?"
"Are you serious?"
"You said we're not compatible, but...how could you know that if we don't know each other all that well?"
Remy had no words. Disappointment washed over him like the downpour outside. It'd taken him long enough to find an excuse that they should end things and she was looking for excuses not to.
This is what you get for fucking a crazy person, Remy thought dully as he looked at her.
"I just realised that this is the first time you and I have even ever been out together at any time."
"That's...not true," Remy stated. He wondered if being out in the field counted? "There was the nightclub last weekend."
"I never saw you there," Wanda pointed out, "so it doesn't count."
"Out in the field?"
"No."
Damn, thought Remy.
"I think we should just...try...to get along, and see where it leads."
"I don't want to do that," Remy admitted, regretting having to be so blunt but he was still desperate to get his point across. "There's too many complications," he went on to explain, trying to soften the blow.
"I don't care about complications," she said, he could see she was trying to hide the world of hurt behind her eyes as he tried to dump her. "You don't understand, Remy. My life sucks...and you are the only good thing in it. The one thing in this crazy place that is keeping me from losing my mind...is you."
Remy was truly stunned to hear this, and somehow, he was positive that she wasn't making these words up as she went along. There was too much sincerity in her expression, and her eyes were too glassy for this to be an act.
"Doesn't matter what else I try to do. Nothing makes me happy. But the thought of being with you...it's the one thing that keeps me going...gives me something to just...live for."
And there it was.
If there was one thing that Wanda Maximoff could have said that would have been the only thing that would have made him rethink dumping her, it was going to be that. Now, there was no ending this simply, because she was an unstable person, an unstable person who didn't take her medications and caused all kinds of destruction whenever she was distressed. An unstable person who may just harm herself if she could not have the one thing that made her life bearable.
"Wanda..." Remy swallowed back the taste of complication. "What is it...you're tryin' to say to me, here?"
She gripped the dashboard with both hands, clenching her teeth; the car swerved and was out of Remy's control. It spun as if on ice, and swerved right.
He gasped, "Wanda!" he held the wheel tight as he could, it still pulled against his will. He removed his foot from the accelerator but it still continued to speed.
Wanda clenched her teeth, her eyes closed tightly, her breath catching in her throat as she began hyperventilating at an alarming rate. Remy glanced ahead, a deer shot out in front of the car and he yanked to the wheel to try and avoid hitting it, the animal just barely managed to get out of the way in time.
"Wanda! You're gonna kill us!"
Her breathing quickened, the headlights flickered on and off, flashing across the shining wet road like a strobe. The radio switched on, the dial throwing itself madly back and forth between stations.
He put his hand on her arm, "calm down...okay, just...breathe...it's okay..." he said, forcing himself to speak softly to her.
Her eyes bugged open, as she gasped for breath. Leaving the car to drive itself under her powers influence, he put both hands onto her face and turned her head so she would look at him. "Look at me, Wanda...look into my eyes..." he said, his voice tender. "Just breathe...relax...focus on me..."
With his eyes away from the road he could only hope that nothing would come down that lonely hill at that moment. It was always a quiet road, rarely ever any traffic. He hoped this wasn't going to be the one night there would be any exceptions.
I don't want to die like this, he thought desperately, trying to hide his fear. He watched. He took her hand in both of his and placed it upon his chest, "feel my chest rising and falling...try to match it with your breath...in and out...in and out," he instructed.
As she begun to catch her breath again, and her anxiety begun to wane, the car slowed and eventually rolled to a stop on the hill, then started to roll backwards as her powers released the vehicle. As Remy turned his attention back to the road, he grasped the parking brake and sighed in relief. Up ahead, he could see the lights in the mended windows of the Warehouse, they were almost home.
"You okay now?" he asked, trying to still be gentle, trying to ignore the anger inside that she had just almost killed them both.
"I have feelings for you. I'm sorry..." she blurted and turned to look at him with sad eyes.
"Wanda...I..." he began, not sure how to finish what he wanted to say.
"I need you, Remy. I can't help it. It's just how I feel...I want to be with you...that's all there is to it."
Remy sighed to himself. He didn't want to say that he didn't particularly need her, and he didn't particularly want to be with her. How was he supposed to handle this without throwing her into a fit of rage and possibly doing something stupid. "This...is so out of left field."
"I know."
"You...could do so much better than me, you know," Remy tried. He truly meant it. She was capable of finding someone much better...someone who would like the things she did, someone who would want her. Someone who would relish the kind of crazy thing she liked to do, and would love her mind as well as her body.
"I don't want anyone else. You're the only one I've ever wanted."
Remy stared at the wheel, trying to decide how to handle this. He couldn't make a big decision like this sitting in a car. "I know this isn't what you want to hear," he turned to look at her, his expression serious, "But I really can't think about this tonight. This whole thing has my head spinning."
"Oh," Wanda replied, sounding very deflated. It was so odd how her whole personality seemed as if it belonged to someone else now. This was not the angry young woman he'd had sex with...this was some fragile creature who had hidden behind angry sex and an icy attitude to everything.
"Let me sleep on it," he requested of her. "And...then we'll discuss it...I promise. But for now, I just need time."
And hopefully, in that time, she isn't going to do something stupid, Remy thought unhappily, feeling even more trapped than he ever had before.
End of Part Thirteen
Thanks to those who have been taking the time to review (especially those who have taken the time to review every chapter or who have left lengthy reviews with their thoughts). I always value each and every review.
Also, I do apologise if some readers may find Remy horribly out of character in this particular chapter, although I've done my best to address that even he realises something is far wrong with what is happening and how things are turning out for him. I know some people might find this entire chapter somewhat unnecessary and unpleasant, but I assure, it is relevant to Remy's growth in future parts of the story. I'm sorry if people don't like it though.