A light breeze coming through the window woke Magneto quickly as he quickly realized Rogue was no longer laying with him. The draft got noticeably stronger by the second. 'Where has she gone off to?' Magneto asked himself as he rubbed his eyes and turned to the window. To his surprise she was sitting there, on the open windowsill, completely ignoring the cold and the ungodly hour.
He lifted the sheets off of himself and stepped out of bed.
"Anna Marie? What on Earth are you doing?"
The young woman gave no indication she heard him as she continued with her back to him. Immediately suspicious and somewhat paranoid Magneto took a step toward her. He could feel by the lack of magnetic waves around them that the mutant suppression device he created was off.
Finally deciding to acknowledge his presence Rogue turned to face him, her eyes a much lighter shade of green than they should be. She smirked at him, but it was not her own, in fact it oddly reminded Magneto of his own.
Concerned now, Magneto took another step forward. "You'll catch a chill if you continue on with that." He said, noting her slightly blue lips and fingernails.
As a way of answering Rogue lifted up one of the metal spheres on his desk and floated it toward her, letting it hover a few centimeters above her had. "Look, I'm gettin' better at pulling from the psyches." He also took notice of her accent, as it was not his. Odd.
"I wonder if I could do something else..." Rogue let her voice trail off as she closed her eyes. "I want to try separating a psych from it's abilities." She informed him as the metal began to circle her. Magneto opened his mouth to warn her. "And before you say anything I know it's probobly a bad idea. Without your psych I loose your skill...that could be very dangerous with omega level magnetism. Might want to start with a mutation much less powerful."
The metal sphere returned to the desk quietly next to the others.
"This is dangerous yes." Magneto acknowledged. "Be careful, we did just pull you out of a coma. Is there anything you need me to do?"
Rogue smiled at him, this time it was her own. "Sit on the bed, please. This shouldn't take too long."
Usually not happy with taking orders Magneto decided perhaps just this once he could make an exception, after all it was for her. He watched her closely as she breathed, completely focusing on the task at hand. It never dawned on him to ask which mutant's abilities she was attempting to take from. Not that it mattered, Rogue was a smart women capable of making the right decision.
Magneto wondered what time it was. Because of his mutation he had never been able to wear a watch, or have an alarm clock for that matter. No, instead he relied on the sun to wake him, as it rose around six. He had gone as far to make sure his bed was aligned with the higher up circular window near the roof. So far the sun had never failed to wake him.
If Rogue succeed the outcome would be interesting to say the least. She wouldn't be thinking the same as the psych she took from and she wouldn't have their skill. He only hoped the shock wouldn't traumatize her.
Small amounts of time passed before Rogue finally opened her eyes, this time they where her brilliant dark shade of green...only they had vertical slits in them. Magneto watched, waiting to see what move she would make or if she would speak. She moved from her sitting position to another, if Magneto would have to describe it he would say she was perched on the windowsill. Like an animal waiting to strike.
A low noise came from Rogue as she suddenly moved, or rather pounced. Directly on top of him.
Magneto's back hit the back of the bed, so surprised he didn't stop her. Now she was straddling his hips, letting her hands press against his chest. Her cat like eyes gleamed down on him, grinning mischievously as she assessed every aspect of him almost ogling. Magneto gasped when he felt her suddenly very long fingernails press against him.
He breathed lightly as he decided his next move against his undoubtedly feral lover.
Sabertooth must have been the one whose psych she separated. If she hadn't then Creed's psych would be fighting to take control of Rogue's mind and kill him, not making sexual advances. This was helpful to know. Unlike his brother Wolverine, Creed more resembled a cat, rather than a wolf. While some may not think it makes a huge difference in a feral mutant Magneto knew better after studying them for so long.
Feral's that leaned more toward cat instincts tended to be a little more coy and loyal, and more assertive. He knew feral females of the cat species often felt the need to test the limits of an Alpha, usually theirs, and usually in a sexual way. Is that what Rogue was doing now? By her boldness she certainly considered herself an alpha female. That may present an obstacle.
Mutants that had feral tenancies didn't have to be taught anything about mating, as it was all instinct to them. This put Magneto at a clear disadvantage as he would have to rely on his knowledge tonight to deal with a suddenly feral girl. In any case as he understood it, it was an rare occurrence for a feral to choose to engage in sexual activity with one that did not share their feral tendencies. That thought gave him an odd sense of masculine pride.
He would have to decide fast. Rogue was already pressing her nails harder against him, deliberately testing him. It was easy enough to deduce that alpha females(as Rogue currently believed herself to be) always wanted alpha males. Now that left him with one choice, to be alpha. Not especially difficult for him.
Magneto seized her wrists tightly before pushing off the bed and against her, flipping her so she was the one pinned. He purposely kept a grasp on her wrists so she couldn't attempt to claw him just yet. Rogue let off a challenging growl at him, showing her now sharpened canine teeth. He smirked down to her and pushed her body against the bed again, this time the result leaving Rogue with a less challenging growl.
Summoning some of the metal on his desk Magneto molded it without his hands and brought it to his lips. As thin as possible to the point where you could barely feel it, yet enough to protect him from her skin.
Smiling Magneto released her wrists and crushed her lips against his to silence her.
Five floors below them the Brotherhood was tied up in the Danger Room. While her teammates were asleep in their restraints Wanda was wide awake and fuming in her humiliating straightjacket that only brought back bad memories of the mental asylum.
The doors opened with a click as Agent Hill walked in and spoke to the highest ranking agent that was guarding them. They exchanged skeptical looks before looking back at the Brotherhood. They turned back to each other and spoke some more. Agent Hill frustratedly shook head. Waving the other agent off she approached Wanda with a sour look on her face.
"Bad news?" Wanda asked sarcastically.
Agent Hill scowled. "You could say that. Director Fury has ordered you and your teammates back to the Nest. He also seems to have come up with a solution to the issue of the Brotherhood?"
"A specialized prison?" Wanda asked.
"Oh, that's certainly sill an option. But unfortunately it would not paint S.H.E.I.L.D in a very flattering light and it only creates a mess of paperwork. Instead we want to first try making you work it off."
That seemed to surprise Wanda. "What?"
"You heard me. While we keep a very close watch on you and control you we will also put you to work. Fury thinks we might as well make use of you. I personally think it's a waste of time and would be more trouble than locking you up would be. But that doesn't matter. I have my orders. Get some sleep, your going to need it."
Gone was the sarcastic look, now Wanda was scowling. "You can't do that!" She protested.
"What planet do you think you live on? You broke into a federal top secret warehouse, nearly set off a doomsday device, and attempted to kill X-Men as well as S.H.E.I.L.D agents. That's enough to keep you in our custody for the rest of your life. And as you are in S.H.E.I.L.D custody we will do with you as we see fit."
With that Agent Hill walked away, leaving Wanda with the other agents.
Twenty miles away Mystique stood at what was left of her house after returning to find it completely trashed. It wasn't a surprise really. The boys with mutant abilities were destructive and slobs. Wanda wasn't so much lazy as the others, but twice as likely to break something. Honestly it was a miracle the structure didn't collapse completely. She was going to need to rely on her other safe houses, there was no way she was staying here.
The only resident that was home was Fred Dukes. Currently he was devouring his second pizza.
"Where are the others?" Mystique demanded.
Blob didn't even look up as he continued chewing. "Left to steal some stuff."
Mystique gritted her teeth angrily. "How long ago was that?"
"I dunno. Right before breakfast time I think."
It was typical of Blob's clock to really only revolve around when he ate and when he rarely didn't. Mystique left him and went upstairs to her own room to gather her plans before she left. A dusty duffel bag was pulled out from under the bed. Mystique unzipped it to reveal stacks of money, guns, and a throw away phone. Inside she added a folder that was waiting for her on her bed from her contact.
It was a neat dark blue folder with the words printed "Current X-Mansion Activity". This particular folder would have cost her a quite a sum. The traitor that attempted to sell her this information wasn't cheap. He would probobly be sitting on a beach right now sipping martinis if he had tired to sell the information to anyone but Mystique. Negotiation wasn't exactly Mystique's forte. Now the agent was was in an alley somewhere with his neck snapped. He probably should have picked his potential clients a little wiser.
Exhaustion took over as Magneto collapsed on the bed, having finally seated the girl and himself. He looked over at her. Shaking from the aftermath of their activities and her satisfaction. Still absurdly full of himself Magneto reached over and pulled her hard against him, letting her breath in his scent through the clothes.
Having sex with her in this state was tricky to say the least. While caught up in a fighting duel for domination that he eventually won while being most careful not to brush his skin with hers, not wanting his psych to leach into her right now. Using the suppression device was out of the question as it would stop Rogue's feral state and possibly traumatize her from the shock.
Rogue appeared to be coming down a bit, nearly as exhausted as he was.
He loosened his grip on Rogue to sit up and wave the window shut with his hands before his entire room was freezing from the chilly air.
Rogue took advantage of this and crawled on her knees to press against his back, nuzzling his shoulder. Her arms wrapped around his abdomen. A light smile reached Magneto's lips as he enjoyed the feeling. With her chest pressed against his back Magneto could feel the vibrations as Rogue started to purr softly. He chuckled as she continued and rubbed her head against him.
It made it all the more surprising when Rogue sank her teeth into his shoulder.
Magneto shouted in surprise and pain as Rogue continued to bite harder and harder until she drew blood. Satisfied she stopped and smiling, and pressed her face into the area she had bit.
There was a mirror a few feet away as Magneto watched Rogue's pleased expression, still pressing herself into the bleeding area with the broken skin.
"Why did you do that?" He demanded. Though he didn't really expect an answer. When feral mutants were intimate they rarely spoke. Rogue looked into the mirror and met his gaze with a genuine smile as she pulled at him to face her.
When he did Rogue continued to smile and suddenly, tilted her neck to the side, offering her weakest vital area.
It took a few moments for Magneto to realize it was a gesture of submission and loyalty. Although Rogue was still looking at him like she expected something, like she wanted something. He would have to figure it out fast before she became disappointed or hurt.
Only when the blood drops from his shoulder made there way down his arm did he realize why she had done bitten him. She was marking him. Claiming him as hers. It was so obvious here she was, still offering her neck to him, clearly wanting him to return the gesture.
Thankful that the metal coating was still on his lips Magneto grasped the side of her face for balance as he brushed the hair out of his way, leaving only pale skin. Hoping to please her Magneto wrapped his free arm around her back and pulled her onto his lap, holding her close against him. He pressed his lips to her neck, almost kissing it before returning her painful sentimental gesture.
He stopped once he tasted blood. He kissed it before tugging Rogue's hair back to see her face.
She was smiling, clearly very happy. Magneto smiled back at her before pulling her back onto the bed so they may both finally rest. She may or may not be surprised in the morning when she woke but he knew Rogue would be pleased, both with her progress and with their actions. Well at least she had scarves in case she wanted to hide the mark to avoid nosy questions.
BIG NEWS!: I don't know if any of you read comic books but the preview of the All New X-Men 25 that was released and many alternate reality children grace a page, including Magnus(the alternate reality son of Rogue and Magneto). There is a possibility he will be making an appearance! Yay!
In other news I have to update my other Rogue/Mags story Chronicles next.
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Christa4ever: I'm in total agreement with your statement. As many people do not realize their relationship is not just sex and mutants. I hope you enjoy this and you update soon! Thanks for your support!
chinaluv: Rogue is awesome isn't she? Thanks for reading!
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