That night at half past eleven Magneto angrily entered his room and slammed his door shut to announce his arrival. He was a cross between relieved and frustrated to see Rogue waiting for him on his bed. The girl sat in her lovely silk nightgown her bought for her, right on the edge of the bed, as if she were waiting for him. She didn't even flinch when the door shutting so roughly caused objects on the nightstand to shake.
He didn't speak to her as he stripped of his uniform and put on dark colored thermals. Suitable for the freezing weather of New York. Rogue watched him patiently, determined to wait for him to speak.
Finally after a failing attempt to busy himself with the paperwork on his desk he turned to her and in irritation he asked. "Well? What is it?"
"You're frustrated, and angry." Rogue replied.
Magneto gave her a sarcastic look for bluntly speaking the obvious. "And?" He wasn't quite in the mood for games. In fact he was hoping for a quiet night to let off his aggressive mood at the first unfortunate soul he found. Or to put it plainly toss someone out of a window, or perhaps over the balcony. Either would do.
"I want to help you." She told him quietly.
His glare heightened as she said that. "Do you?" Magneto asked as he observed her. Rogue was calm and composed, competently unafraid or nervous despite his horrid mood that would normally frighten most. The girl seemed to be sincere in her statement. "Then stand up, away from the bed."
There were a dozen scenarios going through Rogue's head as she complied and stood in the middle of the room directly in front of him. That was a wonderful perk that came with her mutation. Once you absorb someone well enough you can easily predict what they're about to say or do. Unfortunately that was not the case right now. As Rogue knew well enough Magneto could do a great many things when he was in a temper. She watched him close the small amount of distance between them, trying to guess his next move. One of the most likely scenarios was that he would roughly grab her and kiss her aggressively, which would lead to aggressive sex to work off his anger. That certainly something Rogue was willing to do for him, even it was going to leave her rather sore. Personally that was a favorable option as she had a tenancy to enjoy that very much.
Rogue was still mildly shocked when his hands found her shoulders and very firmly, almost painfully, began to kneed. A gasp left Rogue as Magneto used his thumbs to rub on the pressure points on her back. It did feel nice despite how tight his grip was.
In all honesty he was probobly using her as a stress ball rather than giving an actual massage.
Then, before Rogue could warn him not to he slipped his hands beneath the nightgown and continued to rub without the suppression device on, letting the transfer of life force and memories start.
Earlier in the Danger Room he had wanted to punish Wanda and Pietro greatly. As if the embarrassment of his failure children's behavior wasn't enough Wanda had nearly killed some of the X-Men. If the younger, less experienced New Mutants had accompanied them on this mission some of them would not have made it out alive. A mutant attempting to kill other mutants to obtain a device to rob a bank was infuriating. He would kill mutants, certainly. But all for the greater good, and only if absolutely necessary.
Then there was the stunt Wanda pulled when she taunted him. It reminded him of the warehouse where she had attacked Rogue. That angered him more than words could say as his lover was beaten while trying to disarm his lunatic daughter.
Mystique trying to come after the boy, Evan, was not going to happen. He didn't care if he had to hunt her down tomorrow, or the next day. Not after all the work he and Rogue had put in to saving Evan's life. The boy had potential...and Rogue cared for him. Besides being a mutant that was enough to earn him Magneto's protection. He wasn't at all concerned with the rather small detail of Mystique being Rogue's mother. If you could call her that. Although he knew Mystique was only trying to look out for her daughter she never the less betrayed her and was the caused of her distress for many months. Trying to get Rogue back to her side was out of the question. His young lover wanted nothing to do with Mystique or her lies. Whatever plan Mystique was brewing would not succeed.
If either of his children attempted to harm Rogue, or any other mutant under this roof, he would hurt them badly. Maybe even sent Wanda back to the psychiatric asylum he had her in for most of her teenage years.
He didn't want his disgraceful children staying here, at the institute, even if only for the night. Pietro was once again a cowardly disappointment. As if it wasn't bad enough he failed to break into a simple S.H.E.I.L.D warehouse he had to run when the X-Men made their appearance. He didn't even bother attempting to fight. No, he was nothing like his father who was most certainly a fighter. Whether against his adversaries or surviving a death camp.
Magneto broke the connection abruptly and fell back onto the bed, gasping for air. Rogue stood motionless when he left her, pressing her hand to her head in an attempt to recover. Despite the pain of having her mind invaded Rogue couldn't ignore the pleasant feeling of having him in her head, where she could feel him. She turned to him, with her eyes wide and a much lighter shade of green. Much like his light blue eyes.
The intense feelings of Magneto still hung in her head. Thick, like a wine soaked brain that clouded the senses. Rogue could feel nothing but him for several minutes. Just his presence in her mind and his intense feelings. She had greatly missed feeling him fresh on her mind, his stubborn psych always choosing to stick around and speak to her.
The suppression device was easily flipped on after that.
Rogue climbed up on the bed, on top of him. Both her elbows dipped on either side of Magneto's head. This time it was her towering over him. Her satin glove fingers tangled themselves in his hair. Rogue toyed with it, gently weaving it through her fingers.
"You enjoyed that didn't you?" She asked, already knowing the answer. "Almost as much as I did."
Magneto smiled up at her and wrapped and arm around her back. "Oh, Anna, how I did enjoy that." He told her, his voice filled with complete honesty. "I do enjoy the way you power feels once I recover. What does it feel like to you?" He asked, very curious.
A grin feel to Rogue's lips as she thought it over. "Sometimes it feels so powerful, it causes...pain, but the good sort. Other times it is nothing but exciting as my skin tingles and absorbs energy. But..." Her voice trailed off as a seductive smile formed.
"But?" He inquired, eager to hear more.
"But occasionally, it feels like...sex."
Magneto arched an eyebrow at that, and Rogue turned her head lightly.
"I can't really explain it. It's intimate in amazing ways, very much the same as metal is intimate to you."
Magneto nodded, understanding that much. Metal was intimate to him, calling to him. Sometimes, when Rogue touched something metal it felt like her hand was on his own body. He never ceased to be amazed or pleased that she understood that.
His finger came to Rogue's lips stopping her from trying to explain again. "Say no more. I know what you mean." Rogue smiled once again. She kissed the finger pressed against her lips happily. "It is fortunate that we understand each other." He continued as he enjoyed the light pressure of her lips. "It is also fortunate, for me anyway, that you are willing to help me when I am so furious."
"Why would I not?" Rogue asked as she brought her face closer to his. "I would be a lousy lover if I didn't help you when you needed me."
With more delight and elation and than Magneto could care to admit swelling in him he leaned up and kissed Rogue hard, his arm squeezing her body closer to his. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he felt joy like this.
The kiss he gave her was bruising, but enjoyable anyway Rogue returned it with enthusiasm.
Magneto released her a minute later. Rogue let her head fall to his chest, breathing in his scent. She didn't have to be a feral to know it smelled intoxicating, at least to her. Her hand also rested on his chest, a few centimeters away from her nose, gently tracing figure eights. He couldn't help but smile when Rogue kissed him through his shirt.
"You can calm me down very easily." Magneto stated, keeping his arm wrapped around her back.
Rogue closed her eyes. "I know, but you do the same to me." She reminded him, thinking how he would kiss her forehead whenever she was irritated with him. He had to know by now that was a very emotional and sensitive gesture for her.
"So I do." He remarked. "Did I surprise you with what I did earlier?"
"You mean using me as a stress ball?" Rogue laughed a little. "It wasn't the first idea going through my head. At first I thought you would want rough sex or maybe a duel with metal."
He tugged the white piece of her hair gently. "You know I do enjoy both of those activities with you. I admit I did consider it for a moment."
"I'm not entirely sure, perhaps I wanted to try something new. Are you disappointed?" He asked with a smirk. "We could always engage in those activities. There is still plenty of time."
"Erik, I know your room is huge, but I don't think there's enough space in here to have a battle. And I'm not in the mood to go outside."
"Hmmm..." Magneto acting as though he were thinking thoughtfully, though he was sure it wouldn't fool her, only amuse her, which was his goal. "Well then I suppose we are left with the former of your suggestions."
Laughter came from Rogue again. "Right because we have no other options." She said sarcastically. "Anyway after I just absorbed you, you're bound to be kinda short on energy."
"I have no doubt you could find a way to encourage me to gain some more." He reminded her. "You have had no trouble in the past."
Rogue rubbed her head against his chest. "Tomorrow, Erik. I promise. Maybe if you wake me up early enough we could have our fun before school." She heard Magneto scoff lightly.
"School?" He asked. "I could always have you stay here, instead of going to school. Or I could pull you out in the middle of the day." The suggestions were so tempting. During history would be ideal to Rogue. All she did was listen to her teacher talk about events she already knew of, or had experienced through someone's memories. She certainly didn't need to be told how the world wars battles went as she was there for both of them(or at least Logan was). Yes, to be pulled out to spend time with Erik would be very ideal.
"I like that idea." Rogue remarked with a a drowsy voice. "Tomorrow then."
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