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Say My Name- Chapter Ten-

Epilogue

Magneto laughed as he slipped his momentarily satiated cock out from her wet cunt. She was sprawled out on the bed, eyes closed, panting, utterly done. The girl was spent. The Master of Magnetism had enjoyed fucking his sweet little girl, more than words and memory combined could express.

"You're welcome, Marian," he chuckled, watching in satisfaction as his seed spilled from her, dripping down the comforter. "No response?" he asked, he pulled a knee up into the bed, leaning over her as he took her chin in his hand. "Marian?" he asked. He released her chin to instead lightly slap her face. She only moaned slightly, still mostly unresponsive.

"I fucked her unconscious?" he asked before laughing once more to himself. "That's a new one," he chuckled as he got off the bed.

If he was being honest with himself, he enjoyed fucking Marian more than Mystique. His recent conversation with her in the Triskelion had provided him with perspective. Mystique's loyalty to him was undying, he knew that, but her love of him was borne from her hatred of Charles Xavier and his hypocrisy. He and Marian had met under different circumstances and then they'd met again to the same result. Robbed of her memories, fettered by some moralizing nitwit into serving his cause over her own instincts, her own experiences, still, Marian had gravitated away from the X-Men and back into his arms.

"Where she belongs," he declared to himself, to the world at large, as he waved his hand, so that he was simultaneously lifting her up and pulling the blanket down in one move. He arranged her carefully, considerately, placing her higher up on the bed, so she was lying down properly. The remaining metal was stripped away, floating from her body before he drew the blanket up over her trembling form.

"I never should have left you in Brooklyn," he said in a low, sonorous tone, gazing down at her stunning face. "I'm not a man of many regrets, but that is one of the very few I do have, Marian. I'd take it back if I could," he lamented before turning towards the bathroom.

Another shower was in order.


Marian laid on the bed, now tucked in securely. She wanted to groan, she was feeling the sting of everything Magneto had done to her and unabashedly relished every sensation. She wasn't unconscious, rather knew she was in need of a little reprieve and playing possum had granted her a moment to herself.

Once she heard that the shower was on, she forced herself to sit up, stifling a groan, and walked over to the desk. Picking up the letter, she recognized her handwriting; she remembered composing the letter. And so she read it, taking some time to pause. She spent quite a few minutes trying to pull up the memories, to reflect, before giving up with a frustrated sigh. So she turned back to the page in the hopes that it would jar something loose and then she read it again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

So many thoughts were going through her head; her perspective, Erik's and she was trying to understand the Professor's.

Erik was older than her. A lot older.

'Old enough to be my daddy,' she thought before a pleasant shiver ran down her spine. 'The Professor wouldn't approve. So if Erik's telling the truth, the Professor probably thought he was protecting me from Magneto," she considered. "But if he's lying-"

'Oh, Erik's gonna hate this,' she thought to herself, knowing what she had to do.

'Good,' an unwelcome voice popped up in her mind.

'I met him before I ever even knew ya, Remy and now you ain't here,' she told him frustrated. If she learned this while he was alive, then she would've had to make a choice, but a ghost in her head did not get to dictate what she did for the rest of her life. No matter how much she cared for that ghost.

'I died for you, Chere, I got plenty-a right,' he remarked indignantly, self-righteously..

'And I told ya I was a Rogue,' she said. "Didn't know how much of one," she muttered under her breath.

'He's lying to ya,' he said in that same confident voice.

'And you sound like a judgmental broken record,' she responded swiftly as insight struck her just as fast. 'I'm sorry you're dead, Remy, really I am. But there ain't nothing I can do to change any of that,' she thought. 'I can only move forward.'

'With him?' the bitterness in his voice, sullying the memories of the man she once loved. She mourned it, as she mourned it every time it happened. And it really did seem to happen. Every single time some man, some cocksure, childish man she trusted let her down.

She felt a distance between them grow, and it had nothing to do with the fact that he would eventually fade, like everyone else, from her mind. This distance was one she willfully accepted.

'Kinda,' she thought, her eyes on the bathroom door.


Magneto exited the bathroom, freshly showered and was surprised to find Marian not on the bed, but rather standing at the desk, nude, as she regarded the letter she held in her hand. He walked over, placing his hands on her shoulders as he peered over her head; her thumb was resting along a certain paragraph.

"The last three months were such a blur," she read aloud. "I can barely remember what happened. I know you launched an attack on the West Coast and almost killed all those humans. Morally, I had no choice but to help Charles Xavier stop you," she read as he leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. "You ain't lying ta me, are ya?" she asked. He knew it was rhetorical, the truth evidence from her own words.

"No, I'm not," he answered regardless.

"Why would he do this to me, why would he take my memories, why would he enslave me?" she asked.

"I can only make guesses, but I know him far too well. I suspect that in you, Charles saw an opportunity to make up for his supposed failures with me. And he blamed himself for how we met," he answered.

"Because if he hadn't put you in Queens, I wouldn't've found ya when I did," she reasoned aloud.

"Precisely," he said, raising an approving eyebrow at her deduction. It seemed she'd put more pieces back together faster than he realized.

"All the memories, my real memories, are they still in my head?" she asked.

"Yes, Mastermind confirmed it," he said.

"Okay," she breathed out, placing the letter back on the desk, before turning around to face him. "Who knows you broke out, Erik?" she asked.

"You, Mastermind, Longshot and Mystique," he said.

"So, no one who can help-"

"Give me time, Marian, we'll fix this," he promised.

"Ah-huh," she said almost dismissively, as she leaned up, placing her hand on his chest. She kissed him, gently placing her lips on his in a light peck. "Where are y'all headed?" she asked. He felt his eyes narrowing, at her wording.

"We. Us. Away, far away, little girl, where Charles can't find us or get in the way of my plans again," he said.

"Erik, you ain't dumb enough to actually believe that, are ya?" she asked. He took a step back, his hands falling off of her shoulders. Her gaze seemed hollow, like she was looking through him rather than at him. "Xavier's the reason every single one of your plans failed. If you're ever gonna be free of him, it has ta stop," she said.

"What are you suggesting?" he asked.

"I need a telepath, right?" she asked while placing her hand on her hip "Well, I already know where two of 'em live," she said and his eyes widened as he stepped forward, his hand on her shoulder again.

"He'll take control of you again, Marian," he said, gripping them tightly.

"No, he won't, cause I have Remy in my head and I'm all confused like," she said, rolling her eyes. "You think Xavier feels guilty about how we met," she said, cocking her head. "He failed to protect me from being kidnapped and seduced by a man twice my age, who I was calling the love of my life. I watch him die in my arms, Erik. I go back to the X-Men, there ain't gonna be any questions. The Professor's just gonna be relieved I'm back. And I'll be in position, so when you're ready to make your move, the X-Men can't stop ya," she said.

If she was right about Charles keeping out of her mind, then the position she'd gain by returning to the X-Men, would be unprecedented. The intel she could provide him: rosters, strengths and weaknesses, all of it. The next time Charles and his little band of brainwashed flunkies opposed him, he'd be ready.

"I know there's a chance that the Professor might read my mind, but that's a risk I'm willin' ta take," she added.

"Marian, I can't ask that of you," he said.

"Ya didn't," she said, closing the distance between them, her hand back on his chest. "I offered," she said before her lips were back on his, her hand up and in his hair. "Look," she said, pulling back, her hand remaining in his hair. "There's still a little doubt in the back of my mind. It's Remy mostly, whispering to me, telling me it's all a huge coincidence," she said, rolling her eyes. "But he's getting quieter," she told him. "I think it's just gonna be a little while until he fades completely," she said.

"Alright," he said, with a raised eyebrow.

"And I know ya offered to find me a telepath, but truth is I ain't gonna trust anyone but me to fix this," she said, matter-of-factly. "And I don't know how long that's gonna take."

"Mastermind could recreate the memories," he offered.

"One ta one?" she asked incredulously, giving him a look, like he should already know it was a bad idea.

"No, you're right. It would muddy the situation. Not improve upon matters," he said.

"When Remy's powers fade and I get my own back, I'll use Jean's," she said, before kissing him again. "If you're lying, then I'm back with the X-Men, where I should be," she said, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "But if you're telling me the truth, like I think ya are, then I'm back with the X-Men, where you'll need me," she finished as his eyes flared.

What had he done to deserve such a devoted acolyte? This plan of hers played at her strengths; cunning and patience. There was no denying that.

Magneto leaned in, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, deepening it, his arms wrapping around her body. She lifted her legs up while his hands slid down to grab her legs before depositing her on the desk.

"It's gonna be a while before we get ya do this again," she said, as she reached down and guided his newly erect cock to her mound, he slipped into her slickness with ease. "So ya better make it count," she ordered.

He groaned in agreement and pleasure as he thrusted into her. She was moaning again as he lifted one knee up onto the desk, leaning over her, pushing her head back until she made contact with the wood of the desk.

"The next time we fuck, my cunning rogue, it'll be in Charles's office," he promised her. She laughed, at that, in between yelps of pleasure.

"His desk sure is big enough," she giggled, her arms clinging around his neck. "You'll fuck me real good, daddy, in the headmasters office 'cause I've been such a naughty girl," she said, teasingly before giggling again.

"The naughtiest Rogue to ever walk those hallowed halls," he said joining her, a dark laugh emanating from him, as he fucked her hard, fucked her balls deep.

"He'll never see it coming," she said breathlessly, consciously tightening her walls around his cock. He grunted as he slowed his thrusts, varying his assault on her cunt to the desired effect.

"Serves him right for all his tinkering. Sanctimonious bastard," he hissed, thrusting into her hard, causing her gasp. "He's been the bane of my existence for decades," he said, repeating the motion.

"Less time for me, daddy," she said.

"But he's done more than enough to earn your ire, little girl," he avowed as he continued to pump into her.

"Ah-huh," she agreed, throwing her head back and his lips were back on her neck. He lifted himself up, wanting to be fully on top of her, without the desk impeding him. He brought his hands down and pushed her legs apart, spread-eagle on the desk. "Fuck," she cried as he altered his angle and drove into her.

"You'll come in his office as well," he said, moving his hand up to clit, flicking it as he fucked her. She tried to put her hands up, in between, but he trapped them in one large grip and continued to cruelly punish her sensitive nub for her intransigence. "Yes. When I cast the bastard at your feet," he promised as he disciplined her.

"Will I, daddy?" she asked, her eyes closed, her arms falling to the desk, as she surrendered completely. Soft moans escaped her, in short bursts. She was coming. His sweet girl was coming for him again and it was a sight to behold. His free hand gripped her breast harshly, it covered in her slick juices.

"Oh, yes, Marian. And. It. Will. Be. Glorious," he announced, thrusting into and buckling inside of her, coming hard into her in pulsing jets. "Considering it further, you're absolutely right, my dear," he said as he kept his cock fully engulfed in her slopping pussy. He leaned down to kiss her shivering lips gently, her body shuddering at the glory of her climax fading.

"About what, daddy?" she asked breathlessly.

"Whether I reform the Brotherhood, attack the White House, or try to exterminate every last miserable human on the planet, Charles is always there to stop it. I see now, thanks to you dearest Marian," he said, his hand tenderly cupping her cheek "that those are yesterday's ideas. It's time for something new."


The next day, Rogue stumbled through the mansion, purposely looking as disoriented as she could, in case the Professor was home and monitoring her moments. Hearing voices come from the comment room, she fumbled her way over there, opening a door and grasping at the door-pane, looking as desperate as she could manage.

"Rogue? Is… is that really you?" Colossus asked, he was sitting on the couch, as Kurt was perched a few cushions away from him.

"Still trying to figure that out, mon ami," she mumbled before collapsing to the floor, playing possum yet again. The boys rushed to her aid.

"Rogue? Rogue?" Colossus asked as she felt hands on her shoulders shaking her. He really never quite remembered one of the first rules of First Aid.

"Is the Professor…?" she asked, with her voice trailing off as weakly as she could manage. 'Don't overdo it, girl,' she thought to herself.

"He's at the hospital with Dazzler and Warren," Kurt answered, a slight note of jealousy in his voice with the last name.

"Oh," she sighed, now knowing she'd have to put off the little show she had planned. "Is my room…?" she asked, continuing the charade.

"No one touched any of your things, Rogue. Do you want me to help you there?" Kurt asked. He was always keen to help someone with his powers, especially if it was someone female. Even the girl with the poison skin.

Maybe it was uncharitable to think that way, but eyes have ways of noticing patterns, and he wasn't as quick to offer to their male compatriots.

"Please," she asked and in a puff of smoke, she was teleported to her bed. "Thank you," she said.

"Do you need anything else?" he asked.

"Sleep," she muttered and he took the hint and teleported out of the room. She sighed as she was left alone.

It was going to be torture, putting up with everyone's drama; all that infighting and bullshit. And the Danger Room sessions! The thought of all that practicing and for what? They only sat around the mansion, not actually helping anyone like they claimed they wanted to.

It was going to be lonely.

However, she took solace in one thought, a silver lining that would bring her comfort in the months ahead.

Magneto had promised to write.


Hey, thank you so much for coming on this wild journey! This was the result of a four week hyper focus on the insane concept: what if Rogue and Magneto exchanged prison letters XD

The Ultimate Universe was the only place to set such a crazy idea and it really is a fun sandbox to mess around with. I have a blast writing this demented little piece. And keeping it cannon compliant was an interesting challenge. :)

If you enjoyed it, a review would be much appreciated! If you're hoping for more, please let me know! I have the makings of a sequel in the back of my mind, but before I commit to another project, I'd like to gauge if anyone would be interested in reading it.

Thanks again for reading!