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Chapter Eight of
Taunting Repartee- RM'd
Flick of the Wrist
At the end of the school day, well after the last bell had rung, Rogue raced to her locker, needing to collect her things and make a run for Scott's car. Why Miss Ginos had chosen today to discuss her report was beyond her. And at such length too!
'It ain't due for another two weeks,' she thought as she rolled her eyes as she pulled at her locker and- 'Come on,' she thought annoyed as it wouldn't open. She pulled at it again and nothing- the metal was locked in place and-
She blinked.
The metal was locked into place.
She needed to get to Scott's car and she needed to get there now.
Rogue discarded all thoughts of obtaining what was in her locker. She's made do without her textbooks this weekend. Her only thought was getting to Scott and the others before they…
'Left without me,' she thought frustrated, as she got to the spot Scott had parked in earlier this morning, only to find it empty. 'You've gotta be kidding me,' she exclaimed in her mind. 'I can't believe they left me here,' she thought perturbed. Yes, Scott was a bit miffed at her over this morning, but not enough to make her take the bus home.
Rogue let out a sigh of relief as she heard a car pull up behind her.
'Good. I just want to go home,' she thought.
"Good afternoon, Anna-Marie."
Her eyes widened as she whipped around to see Magneto sitting in the driver's seat of a red Lexus.
"Hi Erik," she said as casually as she could, internally berating herself for letting her guard down. 'Be aware of the whole board, Rogue,' she chided herself as she watched a smirk come to his face. She realized he had read that thought and focused to shut down her train of thought, having no other choice. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I wished to speak with you," he said simply. "We can drive somewhere and have another one of our conversations," he said with a grin. "Join me?" he asked as the car door opened.
"Right?" she laughed. No, thoughtful analysis was needed here. "'Like I'm gonna get into that large metal cage with you," she said before as he raised an eyebrow. He chuckled as his eyes left hers and roamed over her person. She noticed they lingered on her neck and her wrists. She took a step back from the car. He chuckled as she felt the steel in the top of her boots press down slightly on her toes. Not enough to keep her from stepping back, more of a reminder of what he could do. "I ain't getting in that car," she said more firmly than she felt-
"Very well," he said before she sucked in a breath, bracing herself for-
She watched the car door close on its own and the car slid away from her.
Maybe if she ran for it, she might get to a phone or- but her wallet was in her locker, she couldn't even make a call if she wanted to. And like he would let her get far. He wanted to speak with her, so they were going to speak whether she wanted to or not, she understood this. Her mistake had been assuming he was waiting until Saturday to have their next conversation.
So, no, she didn't try to run, instead, she watched him pull into the first available spot, park the car and get out.
"Would you be willing to have a conversation on a public park bench?" he asked, gesturing to a bench about twenty feet away from them. She eyed the bench with uncertainty as he went to sit on it. She wasn't sure why he had emphasized the word public. It was after classes on a Friday. There wasn't another person in sight. Though, there ought to be. She glanced around the parking lot and the front of the school- no, no one in sight.
"I should go call Scott," she said nervously, something didn't feel right.
"Perhaps, but do you want to?" he asked. "Especially since he and the others left you behind so callously. Do you think they're jealous of the abilities you displayed in the Danger Room today?"
"I-" she stumbled, her eyes widened at his admission.
"Oh, my dear, no, I wasn't there," he laughed.
"Then-"
"I've only been here. I'll admit I rather enjoy listening to your thoughts," he clarified, not sure how to feel about the admission. Considering how many of his thoughts she had listened in on, she wasn't certain she could be mad at his use of the tactic. "And Scott's anger at how you outshined him, leaves something to be desired, does it not?" he admitted. She turned away from him, not wanting to admit he was right. "Come now, Anna-Marie, you must have questions you wish to voice aloud," he pointed out, switching subjects, attempting to get her to engage him.
"Just one," she muttered. The gratified look he fixed her with both thrilled and frightened her.
She stared at him another long moment. This conversation was happening and he wasn't likely to let her leave until he was satisfied. A chuckle escaped him as he held her gaze and she felt her face flush even further.
"Come, sit with me, and perhaps I'll be willing to enlighten you," he smiled.
With that, she reluctantly walked over, put her bag on the floor, and huffed as she sat down as far away from him as possible. He scooted closer to her, their legs pushed up against each other as she felt his arm circle her shoulders. Her hands were on her knees and her eyes were glued to her hands. She sucked in a breath as he reached over with his free hand and tugged at the fingers of her right glove, slowly relieving her of the garment, before he began to run his fingers over her bare skin.
She tried to control her breathing. She knew what sitting next to him meant and she had done it anyway. A part of her wanted to pick up where they had left off last night. Another part of her knew that was a bad idea.
"Anna-Marie," he said as she felt his face getting closer to her. "Look at me," he ordered. She took a breath and glanced up at him. His lips were so close to hers now, only a few inches and he would be. She made a small noise at the feel of his lips brushing hers.
She was surprised when he pulled back without deepening the kiss.
"Do you still wish to make that phone call?" he asked. She blinked, surprised he had asked, surprised he was giving her the option. She couldn't leave until he let her- so did it matter?
"Yes, it does," he answered gently before he kissed her again, as his thumb rubbed against the back of her hand. Her face was flushing with color as she tilted her head back. He took the hint and finally deepened the kiss, his tongue entering her mouth, expertly driving her crazy as she felt her entire body heat up.
She let out a slight sigh of protest as he pulled back from the kiss.
"You don't want this feeling to end?" he asked, his eyes boring into hers. "Do you?"
"No," she admitted quietly, transfixed by his gaze.
"Whatever could be the reason?" he asked with a chuckle before he leaned his head down and kissed her neck, just above her choker. Her eyes fluttered close at the contact. "You and I could enjoy countless moments, just like this one," he said, his voice thick with promise.
"That would mean joining you?"
"It would, yes," he answered simply.
"I ain't ready to make that decision," she said breathlessly.
"Then I suppose we've nothing else to discuss this afternoon," he said as she felt him stop touching her. She blinked as she realized he had stood and was walking away from her.
"What?" she asked, confused. She blinked again and indeed he was walking toward the car. "I don't," she said as she stood. "I don't understand," she said as she took a few steps toward him.
"Don't you, Anna-Marie?" he asked. She stared at him dumbfounded for a few moments before it finally hit her.
Oh god, of course, she was so stupid. She was just a stupid teenager with a crush. He was Magneto- this was just a means to an end. He could touch her, but it didn't mean he actually wanted to. He was just humoring her to get her to join him. Once she was living with Emma and Graydon, she'd probably never see him. She'd just be another one of his foot soldiers. One of god knew how many. She wouldn't matter. She wasn't important. She knew that- she knew-
"Incorrect," he said, abruptly pulled from her thoughts as she saw him lift his hand up toward her. She sucked in a breath as she felt every piece of metal on her body lift up and pull her toward him. Her steel-toed shoes led her to him, and her breathing was erratic as he took several steps back, pulling her with him toward his Lexus.
Oh god was he taking her somewhere? Was he kidnapping her?
"Also, incorrect," he said as she turned, her back pressed up against the car. With a flick of his wrist, hers were lifted up and forced to either side of her head while the steel weighed down on her toes, effectively trapping her against the car. Trapping her with him as he stepped forward, pushing his body against her, his hand cupping her cheek.
Her heart was beating so fast. She was terrified. She had to be. But if that was true, then why did she moan as he kissed her again?
She just- she needed to regain her composure. That was difficult to do with him completely pressed up against her. One hand on her cheek, the other on her hip. His hardened member throbbed against her thigh, begging for attention. The same way his knee was pressed up between her legs, creating friction as he kissed her.
He pulled back, his eyes boring into hers.
"Do you honestly think I would debase myself in such a way? That this is merely a means to an end?" he asked, clearly offended. "Do you honestly think that this," he said, thrusting against her thigh, drawing more attention to cock, "is a lie?" he asked. She shook her head no, wanting to appease him. "I want you, Anna-Marie and I genuinely care for you. But that doesn't change what you are," he said and she felt her eyes widened.
"A weapon of the highest caliber," she quoted while watching his smile grow.
"I knew you understood," he uttered, mostly to himself, before capturing her lips again, she barely heard the sound of a zipper being undone. He lifted her black skirt up and hiked her legs up to meet his groin. "The only thing I'm guilty of is an attempt to deny you gratification," he said as she felt his member press up against her black tights.
"So, I'd say yes, sooner," she realized, answering from his point of view. He had hoped it would sway her- but not as a means to an end, more of a pressuring tactic?
"Indeed," he confirmed with a chuckle, his lips on her neck. She gasped as she felt her choker unhook itself, giving him more access to her neck.
"But now ya ain't doing that?" she asked breathlessly as he bit her neck, sending a shock through her body.
"As long as the exchange is mutual, no," he promised to leave a kiss on the same spot he had just bitten.
"O-okay," she muttered. If was willing to give her pleasure, she should also be willing to do the same. This was real. That was only fair. Sex was- she wasn't ready for that, even as she willingly rocked herself against his cock, she knew there was still a line she wasn't ready to cross. She moaned as he reached up, slipped his hand under her sheer shirt, and grabbed her breast.
"Then where is the line, Anna-Marie?" he asked. "What are you willing to do for me right now?" he whispered in her ear. She blinked as her right hand fell from beside her head. She was giving her control over her limb. He lifted his head, meeting her gaze again, staring at her expectantly. With a shaking hand, she reached between their bodies and took hold of his member with her bare hand. "Good," he smiled. "Now, stroke it. Gently," he ordered.
"Like that?" she asked, her face flushed even further by her actions, as she did, as she followed his instructions.
"Just like that," he sighed in satisfaction as she continued to stroke him. While he was pressed up against him, her hand kept hitting her mound and she realized she was stimulating both of them at once. Not enough to get her there, but her body heated up all the same. He leaned in and kissed her. Instantly, she opened her mouth and he deepened the kiss. She returned his affection passionately, enjoying the feel of his tongue in her mouth. She moved her own tongue in time, attempting to meet his advances and he groaned against her for her effort.
She continued to stroke him, even as her hand got tired, even as she wished she could switch hands or try something else. He pulled back from the kiss.
"What did you have in mind, my dear?" he asked curiously. Her face continued to flush as she wondered what he might taste like. "Really?" he laughed as her hand flew off of his cock and pinned back to the car, by her bracelet, beside her head. Her legs were shaking as her boots touched the ground. Thanks to his powers, she slid down into a crouching position and she was at eye-level with his cock. The size didn't surprise her, she had seen it in his memories. But she honestly didn't think she'd be able to fit off of him in her mouth.
"Do the best you can, my dear," he chuckled. Her gaze snapped to his face.
"You said it would be mutual," she pointed out, stalling.
"So, I did," he said, as she saw her choker reappear. With another flick of his wrist, metal was pulled from the air and her choker was encased in metal. The small metal studs that lined the choker were further pronounced, protruding out far more.
What on earth was he going to do with that?
She barely had a moment to consider the possibilities as she was given her answer. The metal stipe floated down and went between her legs cupping her mound, stud side up. She stared up at him with wide eyes as he flicked his wrist yet again she each stud vibrated against her mound. It felt- oh god, it felt good.
Another flick and it stopped.
"Mutual, agreed?" he asked. She nodded, understanding. She leaned forward, and pressed her lips to the tip of his cock as he hissed at the contact. The taste was, not unpleasant, it was mostly like kissing his chest had been, but maybe a little saltier?
'Oh no,' she thought as she glanced up at him again and saw his eyes were closed and his hands were balled at his sides, he was clearly restraining himself from grabbing her head. Okay, maybe he had been too busy to hear that thought? She wasn't going to press her luck and instead focused on what she said she would do.
She opened her mouth slightly and took more of him. He hissed in appreciation and she took that as encouragement that she was doing this right. She sucked at the tip of cock for a few moments before she realized something was missing- she pulled back.
"Erik?" she asked.
"Hmm?" he asked.
"Mutual," she reminded him.
"Yes, of course, my dear," he said, and as soon as she took the tip of him in her mouth, the studs began to vibrate. Her eyes closed as she sucked him with more vigor, the stimulation between her legs edging her on. His hands landed on her shoulders, gripping her tightly as she sucked, licked, and kissed his member.
She was right, she couldn't fit all of him in her mouth, but she could run her tongue along the edge of his shaft.
"Dieses Mädchen wird der Tod von mir sein," Erik panted roughly in German, which she now knew meant, 'this girl will be the death of me.'
She found it oddly satisfying to affect him the way she knew he affected her. There was a certain power in that. She listened to him chuckle before she felt the vibrating between her legs intensified. Not one to be outdone, apparently, not that she was complaining. Not as he drove her further and further to the edge. Though, she felt she almost had to ignore the pleasure he was giving her, in order to focus on pleasing him in return.
She opened her mouth wider, to see, to attempt to take more of him into her mouth. She started with the tip and continued adding suction as she took in more of his shaft. She kept going and going and- she felt his hand on the back of her head and could tell he wanted to push himself in even further, but she was beginning to reach her limit and felt herself wanting to cough. Instead, she pulled back, her lips sucking at his cock as she pulled back and then she quickly took that length inside her again and repeated the process. Going faster and faster with each pull.
"My Rogue," he uttered, his fingers digging into the back of her head, his hand grasping her shoulder tightly. She didn't have time to compare when felt him buckled against her face and her mouth unexpectedly filled up. Her eyes widened as he came into her mouth. She didn't know what she had expected- a warning maybe, so she could… prepare or something… Without meaning too, she swallowed a great deal of it, the salty texture taking over her senses.
As he finished, his eyes snapped open and he was staring at her as intently as ever, his cock still in her mouth. "Good," he muttered, his hand moving to her cheek, caressing her skin. "So very good," he said. Erik took hold of his member and pulled it from her mouth. Leaving her gasping in shock as he continued to stimulate her with the studs between her legs. "Just a moment, Anna-Marie," he said as she watched him put his member away and zip up his pants.
Once he had finished he turned his attention solely on her and with another flick of his wrist she felt the metal on her shoes, the straps against her mound and the bracelets all lift her to his eye-level. Every piece of metal pushed back, restraining her against the vehicle.
He stood watching her, squirm before him, the gratified look in his eye, the way his eyes roamed over her body. He wasn't touching her, not an inch of his skin was in contact with his and yet she was panting on the verge of coming hard. As for him, his eyes were hungry, devouring her and proving how little he was sated yet.
"Because you like when I use my abilities on you, don't you?" he asked as he folded his arms over his chest, though there was a look in his eye that made it evident he enjoyed using his powers on her as well. "It doesn't matter, does it, whether I touch you or not? With powers, or hands, or any…combination, so long as I do, it entices you. It makes you want more, correct?" he asked as she felt the underwire in her bra curl upward. She gasped knowing it was him, knowing he was touching her breasts with his- "What a pair we are. Either way, dear girl, you're going to come for me," he chuckled as he took a step forward. "Aren't you?" he asked, staring at her and with that her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and only when she was about to cry out did he press his lips to hers, silencing her as she came.
As she came down, utterly dumbfounded, she had no idea what to say, how to respond to any of those questions.
His hand cupped her cheek before he gently, lovingly, kissed her.
"There's no use denying what you like, Anna-Marie," he said. "I've never bothered with such pretenses," he said, smiling at her. "Though we best get you cleaned up. I doubt Charles would understand," he added as she felt her eyes widened. No, definitely not. No one- no one could find out about this. "Shh," he hushed before he pecked her lips. "No one will find out," he assured her. "If you do as I say," he added and all the warning bells went off in her mind.
This is what she had been afraid of: him knowing what she wanted and needed, knowing they were so close to what he wanted, that was truly him having real power over her. She had tried to fight it and deny it, she couldn't any longer, and now he knew. Now she-
"Shh," he hushed again before kissing her more fully as she felt her limbs slowly return to their normal positions, her feet on the ground and her hands hanging limply from her sides. She was far too breathless still to consider doing anything else besides lay back against the car where he had placed her.
"Anna-Marie," he said, calling for her attention. Her eyes snapped open. "Follow me," he ordered. What choice did she have but to obey him? Even as a shiver ran down her spine and the gratification in his eyes told her he understood the power he wielded?
His hand cupped her cheek, caressing her skin gently.
"It's going to be alright," he tried to reassure her.
About ten minutes later, Rogue was standing in a bathroom stall, wiping herself clean. She screwed her mouth up and spat a few times into the toilet.
"Are you alright in there?" Magneto asked.
"Ah-huh," she answered before pulling her leggings up. She flattened her skirt down as she stepped down on the flusher, flushing the toilet. She wished she had time for a shower, but Magneto had informed her that her friends were close. They only had a short window to make her presentable.
She exited the stall to see Magneto waiting for her with a bottle of water and some mints.
'Okay, not a bad place to start,' she thought as she walked up to the sink and turned on the water. She noticed he also had her backpack. As she washed her hands, he was reaching in and taking out her spare stick of deodorant, a small bottle of perfume, and the foundation powder she kept on her for after gym class. He grabbed her a couple of paper towels as she shook her hands in the sink, ridding herself of most of the excess water. "Thank you," she said she took the paper towels from him and dried off her hands completely.
"You're welcome," he said as she grabbed the deodorant first.
"He's gonna know you showed up today," Rogue said as she pulled up her arm and applied the deodorant. She felt a slight urge to tell him to turn around while she was putting herself together. Though, it seemed a little silly of a request after what they had just done together.
"That was intentional on my part," he said as he stood behind her, she could see him through the mirror's reflection as she used the deodorant under her other arm. "Though, I didn't expect this to happen so soon," he admitted, as she grabbed her perfume and sprayed it over her chest and neck. She sprayed a little on her skirt for good measure. She'd done that before, after running laps during gym. It shouldn't cause any suspicions.
"Right," she said nervously, avoiding his eyes as she placed the bottle back on the countertop.
"I don't suppose you'd be willing to tell me more," he said as he placed his hands on her shoulders, "about this fragment you keep comparing me to?" he asked.
Her eyes flashed to his, she blushed while shaking her head repeatedly.
"Next time, perhaps," he said before he kissed the top of her head. She grabbed the bottle of water, unscrewed the top and she took a large gulp. She was thankful the water was cold. She needed to cool down. His hands on her shoulders weren't helping any. "Of course," he said as removed them.
"Thanks," she muttered as she saw him reach for the mints. The metal container they were housed in popped open and she held out her hand as he dropped two mints into her palm.
"You weren't wearing those when you left for school, were you?" he asked, changing the subject, as he glanced down at her wrists and the bracelets she only put on once she arrived at school.
"No," she answered before she tossed the mints in her mouth.
"Then they should come off," he advised.
"Yeah, okay," she agreed as she obeyed him, pulling her bracelets off of her wrists.
"Rogue," he said and she looked up at him. "It's going to be alright," he said.
"No, it ain't," she said as she reached down and grabbed her powder compact. "At some point, this is gonna blow up in my face," she said sadly as she flipped it open, she took out the little pad, dabbed it in powder, and tried to restore her face to- her neck needed attention with the hickey he had left. "Or you're gonna use it against me," she said, shaking her head, as she dabbed powder on her skin, trying to conceal, trying to hide what they'd done.
"The only thing I wish to do regarding this exchange is a repeat of pleasurable events," he said. "That's all," he said. "I said I like you, Anna-Marie and that's true. I said I want you to join me and that's true. The rest depends on you, three little letters and when you'll choose to say them," he said as he stared down at her expectantly.
He would be pleased if she said it now. She knew that and a small part of her wanted to. But another part of her wasn't ready to leave the X-Men and the friends and family she had made there. Saying yes to him felt permanent like she would never consider joining anyone else or jumping teams again because a part of her understood that as long as she fought for him he would strive to make her as happy as he possibly could.
"And that isn't enough of a reason?" he asked curiously.
"Not without thinking about it a lot more," she said as she kept dabbing more powder on her neck. "There're layers to this, Erik. It's also about what I would be fighting for. I don't mean the next three or four years if all I'm doing is learning and focusing on my powers and education. But eventually, you're gonna stop expecting me to prepare for the fight and get in there. When that happens, what are ya gonna ask me to do?" she asked as she snapped the compact close. It would have to do. She just needed to get up to her room, she would take care of it better after a shower.
"I haven't realized you'd taken that into account," he said thoughtfully.
"That's the problem, I haven't had time to," she explained. "And I ain't saying that once I really think it over that I'm gonna be dead set against you or your cause. But I haven't had-"
"Time," he finished with a nod.
"Right now, I know that the Professor's got a moral line. I know what's expected. It's a lot, but I'm willing to do it and I won't lose any sleep over it. Can I say the same about what you might want from me?" she asked.
"I don't know," he said.
"Neither do I," she said. "And this ain't a popularity contest. Cause if it was you'd be winning," she admitted reluctantly, the blush returning to her face, the afterglow still affecting her somewhat. The look of gratification that crossed his features wasn't lost on her. "But I already joined and left a team based offa that. I wanna take my time. Make sure I'm making the right decision for the right reasons," she said.
"What if I had gotten to you first?" he asked, she looked at him with confusion. "After the cave, after Mystique's betrayal?" he clarified and she understood. "Do you suppose Charles would be having this conversation with you instead?" he asked. She glanced away from him a moment as a single thought crossed her mind.
"Would he even be able to find me?" she asked, laughing incredulously. He chuckled in response.
"No, most likely not," he agreed before he turned his head toward the exit. "Your teammates are here to retrieve you," he informed her.
"Damn it," she muttered as quickly shoveled everything into her bag, wishing she had more time to compose herself. "What do I- Prof's gonna ask what we talked about," she realized. "What do I tell him?" she panicked.
"Anna-Marie, we had the conversation just now," he pointed out, offering her the exact explanation she needed. That she should keep it to broad generalizations did not need to be said aloud.
"Oh," she huffed, looking up at him.
"Are you alright?" he asked again and for a moment she saw the same concern on his face she did on the Fragment's. She shook her head, now was not the time to get them confused.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," she said. He held her gaze and opened his mouth to speak. She stared up at him, waiting for him to say whatever he intended to. Was there something else she had overlooked, some warning to help her conceal what they had done?
"No, you should go," he said, simply.
"Okay," she said, nodding at him before leaving the bathroom, throwing her backpack over her shoulder. She marched down the hall and toward the front of the school as the doors opened for her seemingly of their own accord. She took a deep breath and braced herself for what came next.
Preventing a scandal.
