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A/N: Another challenge from a friend. Rules: Scott catches Jean cheating and goes a bit crazy; Submissive/Timid Rogue (as she was around him in the show), Dominate Scott; Minor SM, bondage, etc. This one I am seriously thinking of turning into a Multi-chapter, so leave reviews to let me know what you think!

It was yet another warm morning in a series of record setting summer days, and Scott found himself searching out his girlfriend Jean, intending to ask her if she wanted to take a drive to the beach. She had been distant of late, well, they both had really if he was to be honest. He was hoping the time together might be just what they needed. Approaching the girls dorms, he noticed the look Amara gave him as he passed her, an almost scared look mixed with sympathy. It was the same look most of the girls were giving him lately, come to think of it. The question was, why?

When he pushed open the door to Jean's room after receiving no answer to his knock, he figured out why. There, on the bed, was his 'perfect' red-head girlfriend, being pounded into the mattress by his Brotherhood rival, Lance. The other boy was making all of his usual 'rock' puns, and Jean was fucking laughing at them and moaning her little black heart out. It took them a moment to realize Scott was there, and when they did, Jean all but threw Lance from the bed in her haste to cover herself. Right, because he hadn't seen it before when he was the one she was in bed with, Scott thought angrily.

“Oh god, Scott...what are you? Oh god...” Jean couldn't seem to get her mind together enough to speak to him, and instead turned to Lance. “I think you'd better go,” she informed him, ignoring the shit-eating grin on Lance's face.

“Whatever ya say, Red,” Lance answered as he grabbed his clothes and quickly put them on. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Just go!” Jean exclaimed, looking quite put out. Scott couldn't decide if that was because she hadn't climaxed, because she was caught in the act, or because of Lance's antics. Honestly though, he found he didn't give a shit.

“Later One-eye,” Lance joked as he pushed his way past Scott. The urge to turn and blast the asshole into nothing was resisted, barely, and only because of the amount of damage the Professor would have to pay for if he did so. Make no mistake though, the days of Scott holding back in fights versus Avalanche were long gone after today.

Turning his attention back to the lying, whoring little red-head, Scott's scowl seemed to burn her, because she flinched visibly as she hugged the sheets to her tighter.

“Scott, please...” the whore began, her tone pleading. “I'm so sorry. I just...”

“Why?” he asked, his voice not broken like one might expect in the situation, but laced with steel. The tone caught her off guard, and when she only gaped at him, he growled. “I said WHY?! Why would you go sleeping around? I've tried....damn it Jean...” He gave another angry sound that sent a passing Jubilee running to her room. Thank god the adults were all out, a part of his brain mused. “Just tell me...what is it about me that sent you off to fuck someone like HIM?!”

“Its not you, I swear!” Jean insisted, rising from the bed and pulling the top sheet up with her to wrap over her naked form. She reached for his arm, and flinched when he pulled away. “You're such a good guy, Scott....so sweet, caring...a perfect gentleman!” She seemed to think these were compliments, though his brain no longer registered them as such, and he only glared harder at her, making her falter. “Scott....please...I just...I needed something and I...I didn't know how to...”

When Scott's hand came out, striking her cheek, Jean stared at him in disbelief. Scott, however, didn't have any visible reaction. “Fine. Go on, fuck whoever you want. I'm done with you.” He reached out, grabbing her arm in a vice like grip. “You've made a fucking fool of me one time too many, Jean. I lusted after you for years...did everything I could think of to make you fucking happy...” Another growl escaped him, and for a moment Jean was honestly afraid. “You want the bad boys? Well, honey,” he spat the endearment like it was a curse, “you just gave up the worst of them all.”

As he stalked away, he heard Jean begin to sob, followed shortly by the sound of her door being shut. Fucking little bitch, he mused, not noticing or caring how his glare sent people scattering from his path. No one had ever seen Scott in such a state, and it was frightening to say the least. It wasn't until a soft hand wrapped around his arm that Scott stopped, turning his glare full force on whomever interrupted his path to the Danger Room. Coming face to face with a shy Rogue, her eyes full of sadness not sympathy, and a soft, timid smile on her lips, Scott stopped glaring and stared. She said nothing to him, just gently tugged at his arm until he followed her back up the stairs and to her room. He was confused as hell, but a dark part of his mind that he normally did not listen to began to whisper things that intrigued him. Watching the slow sway of her generously curved hips and ass, his mind began to form all sorts of fantasies, ones he would never entertain under normal circumstances.

He knew though, without her saying a word, that she had likely followed him, intent on making sure he didn't do something he'd regret. They had become each others confidants ever since she first sought active control, since he was the only other one who was as trapped by his powers as she was. Eventually he had spilled the secrets of his relationship with Jean as well, which had been the beginning of that sad look in her eyes every time she looked at him. Now, he could tell, though she was still silent as they turned into the hall for the girls dorms, that she was offering him something precious; she would be whatever he needed, whatever he wanted for today and the days to come. Should he want to cry, rant and pour his heart out, she would be his perfect listening ear, never uttering a word that was out of place. Or if he honestly preferred to head the Danger Room and work himself to exhaustion, she would wait and watch, making sure he never took it too far, and would be the one to help him care for any wounds received along the way.

He doubted she really knew what it was he intended to ask of her, even though his expression had no doubt become predatory in nature. Yet he was quite sure she would not deny him this either. Scott knew he would have to make it clear later on today that it wasn't purely a pity-fuck he was after, but for now... They finally made it to her room, at the far end of the hall from Jean's, and he very nearly scolded her when her hand fell from his arm as they entered.

When she made the mistake of shutting the door behind them, Scott lunged for her, capturing her in a bruising kiss that not 3 weeks ago would have laid him out cold thanks to her powers. Her heard her gasp of pain and surprise as he dug his fingers into her hips, and a delightful shiver ran through his system. To hell with the Danger Room...he had a much better idea for working out his frustration, both sexual and emotional. It was something he would never have done with his little red-headed whore ex-girlfriend, but with Rogue...she was the only one he could see himself with now.

Her always timid behavior around him had been at the core of some of his darkest fantasies, ones not even the Professor knew he still had on occasion. With her soft, pale skin, that slow sweet drawl, and the devoted way she would watch him, it was enough for a man to get drunk on. And Scott most certainly had. It wasn't until after he was already with Jean that he had become aware of Rogue's crush on him, something he regretted now. A girl like Rogue wouldn't stray...for all her fire, Scott could tell she had a submissive personality under all of that, and now...Scott planned to show her what a dominate male was like.

As always, it was as if she could read his mind, because the moment the kiss broke, her head hung low, and her arms hung limp at her sides. When he cupped her chin and forced her to look at him, a dark smile played upon his face. Lord she was a work of art.

“Keep your chin up, I want to get a good look at you,” he instructed, letting go of her. She kept her face looking forward, though he could feel her eyes watching him. He reached around to pull her shoulder length hair from the elastic she'd had it in, and smiled when it came to rest in its usual way, a perfect shade of auburn with her white bangs. His eyes slowly roved down the rest of her figure, lingering over the impressive swell of her breasts behind the soft t-shirt she wore, the perfectness of her lean stomach and those long, long legs in the Daisy-Duke cutoffs. All of that perfectly toned muscle and feminine curves was encased in the absolute softest, palest skin he had ever seen. Lord, he was glad she insisted on getting control of her powers before seeking a relationship. He would've been crushed had he missed out on a chance to be with her.

“You are a sexy, sexy thing, aren't you?” he asked, pleased when she realized it was rhetorical. Grabbing a fistful of her hair in one hand, and a hip with his other, he pulled her to him, relishing in the small squeak of surprise before crashing his lips into hers again. He had begun to get hard when he was watching that ass of hers come up the stairs, and now, he could feel himself straining against the loose athletic shorts he had pulled on in an effort to stay cool. With the way he had her body so tight against his, he had no doubt she could feel it too, and rocked his hips into hers, smiling against her mouth when she gave a low moan. Yeah, she'd let him do whatever the hell he wanted, he thought.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he shoved her towards the bed. “Lay down,” he instructed, stripping off his plain white t-shirt and tossing it to the floor. While she did as told, he watched her every move, lingering on the subtle bounce of her breasts in particular. He had to see those first, he decided, and moved to sit on the bed beside her. “Sit up.” Her eyes alone betrayed her curiosity as she did what he asked. Reaching out, he raised her arms over her head, and told her to leave them there, while his hands slid down her sides. She gave an involuntary jerk when his fingers grazed her under arms, her skin still very sensitive to touch after nearly 4 years without it, and he didn't even think about it when he smacked her inner thigh in response.

Her surprised sound that bordered on a moan made him realize she enjoyed the pain, and he took a second to study her. “Answer me honestly,” he requested, and she gave a single nod to indicated she had heard. “Do you...what are you...” A growl escaped him, and unlike Jean, she simply smiled at him.

It was obvious she knew what he was going to ask, because she asked for permission to get something from her closet, and when he gave it to her, he was the one surprised this time. Inside a plain black box she had pulled from the back of her closet was an assortment of things that had him all but drooling. Oh how he'd love to use them on her, and he realized that was likely what she intended. There were pieces of black silk, 8 or 10 in total, which she informed him served a dual purpose of binding or teasing, depending on your preference. A vibrator caught his attention, and he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Ah've spent four years bein' th' only one who could touch mah body,” she murmured, those green eyes locked on his. “Aftah a while, a girl needs more than her own hands...”

He gave a shit-eating grin. “Oh...you won't be the only one touching yourself tonight,” he assured her, allowing his fingers to creep up her bare leg before he gave her inner thigh another smack.

This time she didn't hold back her real response, and let out a whimper as her eyes fluttered shut. He continued to lightly touch her leg, even going so far as to soothe the skin he had just assaulted with gentle caressing. She gave another whimper when he first touched the now extra sensitive skin, and only opened her eyes when he ordered her to.

“Don't close them again for any period of time unless I tell you to,” he instructed, his tone laced with steel again. “Do you understand?”

She gave a softly murmured “Yes,” and lowered her eyes from his, sensing their game was resumed.

“Now then...you didn't answer me properly...what are your limits?” He didn't bother to elaborate, he knew she'd understand. She always did. All the while, his fingers lifted her arms back over her head and once she was holding them up on her own, he traced his fingers back down her side, this time lightly scraping her skin with his nails. His hands paused when he reached her waist, waiting for her answer.

“Basically anythin' that draws blood,” she answered “Othah than that, Ah dunno yet...”

Her response reminded him that this would be her first real time, and he felt a surge of guilt run through him. But the guilt was quickly squelched by a burning desire to be the first one to possess her, and it took him a moment to realize he was giving her waist a hard squeeze. Hell, he might not have noticed if not for the soft whimper that escaped her lips. Glancing at her, he noticed her eyes half closed, and the desire behind them that had replaced the sadness. It was then he lost a little more of the control he had always made sure he had.

Instead of lifting the shirt over her head as he had intended, it was torn from her figure, exposing those glorious breasts that were barely held within jade green lace. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers in a hard kiss that left them both breathless. When he pulled back, he moved to recline beside her on the bed and gave her a pointed look. She sat beside him, not covering herself, and meekly looking down at the bed. As soon as she felt his eyes upon her, she flicked her eyes up to look at him for a moment, then submissively looked back at the bed.

“Take my shorts off...boxers too...” he instructed, the dark smile from before returning to his lips.

“Yes...mastah...” she drawled the last word extra slow, and he couldn't help the thrill that shot straight through to his cock when she did. Her nimble fingers were efficient in their task, but she still found a way to make it extremely erotic, trailing her nails lightly along his legs as she pulled the shorts off. She moved back up and pulled the boxers down, this time though she had to pause to lift them carefully over his erection. Rogue couldn't seem to look away from him, and the potent mix of desire and reverence in her gaze was clear. Her task complete, she sat back on her legs, her eyes no longer staring at the bed.

Looking over her, his gaze and expression turned predatory again. “Off the bed...stand up.”

She complied immediately, and stood with her arms at her sides, her head hung again.

For a moment, he though of telling her to undress herself, but immediately decided he wanted to be the one to bare the minimal amount of skin she still had covered. Glancing at her, he told her to ensure she stayed still, or else, before his hands moved to the front of her shorts, unbuttoning & unzipping them. His fingers slid under the rough denim to loosen them from her hips, then slid them down her legs slowly. The lace thong that matched her bra made him ache, and as he helped her step out of the shorts, he leaned in, nipping at her thigh before trailing his fingers back up her legs. Her low moan made him twitch, and he realized he was in desperate need of relief. Just looking at her was about to make him loose it, and that was not how he wanted this to go. Pushing himself away from her, he sat back down on the bed.

“Kneel down,” he told her, pointing at the floor in front of him. Once she had, he reached out, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Be a good girl...suck me until I cum...and you had better swallow...”

“Yes mastah,” she drawled again, dipping her head forward to capture him in her mouth. His hands took a tighter hold of her hair then, the wet heat of her mouth far better than he could've imagined. She began to suck and lick at his length expertly, alternating between the two actions and sometimes doing them at the same time. When pre-cum began to leak, she pulled back to lick at it eagerly, making him growl as he forced her to take him into her mouth again.

“That's a good girl,” he groaned, and bucked into her mouth when she managed to deep-throat him. “Oh yes, you're an eager little thing, aren't you?” he asked.

Her murmured agreement around his length was very nearly the last straw, and he growled again at the feeling. He was so fucking close. Having taken notice of his reaction, her lips tightened around the base of him, and at the exact moment she slid her tongue from base to tip she let out a little moan that reverberated all around and through him. This time there was no 'almost there' about it, and his fingers twisted in he hair to the point of pulling it painfully as a load of his thick cum shot into her waiting mouth. His strangled moan made her want to smile, but she was far too busy doing as he had ordered, swallowing every last drop. She had noticed one thing though, and that was the fact he refused to call her any sort of name like she was was more than aware occurred often in a dom/sub play. Pulling her mouth away, she inspected him for any remaining cum, and made sure she licked away any that remained, earning her an approving smirk.

“That's it...clean up the mess you made,” he said, releasing his painful hold on her hair to almost pet her head. “Ahh,” he breathed a sigh of relief, before looking back down at her. In the mid-day light that came from her covered windows, for a moment her auburn hair gleamed red, and his eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. “Stand up,” he barked at her, another bit of his control slipping away.

When she hesitated at his tone, his control snapped. Gripping her arm, he forced her to stand, and once she was, he reached around and smacked her ass hard enough to make her stumble. “I told you to fucking stand,” he ground out.

“Sorry mastah,” she whimpered, the timid look from earlier back on her face.

“Damn right you are,” he growled, he gave her perfectly curved ass another hard smack for good measure, then reached out and undid her bra. “Now you'll suffer the consequences, angel.” The word that might've been an endearment otherwise sounded dirty as it fell from his lips, and she suppressed the urge to shiver as the heat between her legs grew.

As her bra fell away, Scott's hands were there almost immediately, giving the massive mounds a squeeze. Her beautiful D-cup breasts overfilled his hands, and he began to explore them rather like a blind man might, finding the sensitive places on the sides and underside, teasing the nipples to hardness. When a moan escaped her, he stopped and glared at her. “Uh uh...you make so much as a whimper, and I stop.”

She began to open her mouth to reply, then hesitated, waiting until he nodded at her to speak. “Yes mastah,” she whispered.

He gave her breasts one last squeeze, before removing his hands and placing them on her firm ass to pull her closer to where he sat on the bed. Once she was close enough, he gave her ass another smack, smirking when she had to bite her lip to keep from making a sound. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice low and dangerous. “Now...a treat for you...”

Leaning in, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, giving it a hard suck that had her head dropping back in pleasure. “But you're still going to be punished as well,” he informed her, removing his mouth for a moment before leaning in and giving that same nipple a bite that left a definite mark that would bruise later. Her eyes obviously wanted to shut, but she still remembered his earlier order, struggling to keep them open. Smirking again, he began to alternate between sucking and licking at her breasts, focusing on the sensitive areas he had found moments ago. Occasionally he would add in a little nip or bite, most of them not hard enough to leave a mark that would last more than few hours, but when she made the mistake of sighing he bit hard on the upper curve of her breast, making her eyes go wide in surprise as she bit her lip again to keep from crying out in pain and surprise.

“I told you not to make a sound,” he scolded, reaching for her box of toys that until now had laid forgotten. Standing, he placed the box on her night table. “Lay down...with your arms over your head,” he instructed, the tone of steel back again.

She did as told, her timid (or perhaps submissive was the word to use) expression still in place. Once she was laid out, Scott lifted a piece of the silk and used it to tie her hands together, just tight enough to hold her hands in place but not so much it would hurt. Another piece of black silk was taken from the box and bound her hands to the headboard while she avoided his eyes. Not that her avoiding his gaze kept him from seeing the lust in her gaze. Despite how she was acting, he could tell this was turning her on. Leaning in, he kissed her for only the third or forth time, but still with the same bruising intensity. “You little slut,” he murmured roughly at her ear, giving it a gentle bite. “You like this, don't you?” He paused for a moment, then smirked at her. “You can answer that.”

“Yes, mastah...” She bit her lip as his fingers traced down her arms again, wanting so badly to voice her pleasure when his nails scraped at her sensitive skin. “So much...”

“Dirty little angel,” he growled, his hands now skimming the sides of her breasts. “You can make as much noise as you like...I'm gonna make you scream,” he promised.

His growled promise made her moan softly at the mere thought, and she would've arched into him had he not placed a lone hand on her stomach. “Please,” she begged.

“Uh uh...you're still being punished,” he said darkly, leaning in to nip at her neck, leaving a trail of marks from just below her ear to her collarbone. When she moaned, he grinned. “I said you're going to scream for me,” he reminded, then lowered himself between her legs. When his fingers began to work her thong off, the predatory look mixed with a dark grin that made her gulp. She was so wet the thong was sticking to her core. “Dirty fucking girl,” he growled, breathing in the scent of her. He gave a hard tug at the thong, and it came free with an interesting sound rather like a suction cup coming free of a window that made him laugh briefly. Tossing the thong aside, he leaned in, admiring the way her arousal was beginning to drip down her thighs. His gaze lifted to meet hers again as he nipped at her inner thigh, earning him another moan. “You are so horny right now, aren't you, you little slut?” he growled, then gave her slit one long lick. “You just want me to pound you until you cum, don't you?” Another lick. “My dirty girl,” he growled before biting her inner thigh harder this time, making her whimper. “Say it...you're mine.”

His tight grip on her legs was more pain than pleasure, and she whimpered again. His smack on her hip and ass made her wince, but she finally answered. “Yours...Ah'm yours,” she whimpered, pain coming through in her tone.

“Good girl.” He loosened his hold on her, and dipped his head back between her legs. He attached his lips over her clit and began to suck hard, not bothering to tease her. Scott could feel his cock hardening again as she writhed and moaned beneath him as he dipped his tongue down, playing with her clit. Teasing fingers drifted up her thighs, then thrust harshly into her with no warning, making her give a sound that was somewhere between a squeal and a moan, but it was definitely from pleasure. Three fingers pounded into her tight, wet heat in a rapid pace, stretching and filling her. “God, you're so fucking wet,” he groaned against her clit, giving it a slow suck that made her mewl for him and try to arch her hips closer.

Attacking her clit and g-spot with increased frenzy, he watched her from behind ruby quartz as she began to loose control of herself, and as she got right to the edge, he gave a wicked smile and nipped her clit lightly with his teeth. The pain on such a sensitive area made her body balk and come back from the brink of orgasm, and she let out a strangled sound as a result. “Please,” she begged, her hands straining against the bindings.

“Uh uh,” he told her. “You'll cum when I say you can,” he growled, even as he rose up over her. His hand drifted down to stroke himself as he knelt over her, and he could feel her eyes on him. “You like that don't you?” he moaned, eyes focusing on her. “This is what you want...my cock, pounding you into oblivion...”

“Please,” she begged again, her tongue coming out to wet her lips.

The sight of her tongue made him harden further, recalling how talented she had been when he was in her mouth. Deciding he wanted to experience again, he moved to release her hands enough that she could sit up, then placed his arousal right in front of her. When her eyes darted up to his for instruction, he smirked. “Suck it...”

She was about to lean in and do just that, when she paused. “Until ya cum?”

“I'll tell you when to stop.”

“Yes mastah,” she said again, then leaned in, deep-throating him again at once. All of her technique from before was utilized, and in no time he was rock hard.

Gripping her hair, he pulled her back. “Enough.”

Timidly she hung her head, but she licked her lips all the same, catching the little bit of pre-cum that was resting on her upper lip.

When he slid back down her body, he caught her lips in another hard kiss, even as he rocked his hips into hers, making his cock slide against the wet heat of her slit. The feeling was so intense, and he let out a groan as the head slid in finally. Slowly, remembering it was her first time, he pushed inch after glorious inch into her, her passionate mewls and writhing making it so worth going slow. She was straining against the bonds again, and he lifted her hips one handed so he could smack her ass in response.

“Quit straining yourself,” he ordered, and she relaxed her arms at once. “So fucking eager,” he growled, beginning to pump in and out of her slowly. “God, your pussy is so fucking tight...hot...”

Hearing him speak so dirty sent a sudden rush through her, and she clenched around him, making him curse.

“FUCK!” he groaned, the feeling of her clenching nearly sending him over the edge far too early. Gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, he forced her to still. Taking a few moments, he pulled it back together.

“Mastah,” she whispered, her tone full of reverence. “Make meh scream...you promised...”

Hearing the words from her lips, he growled harshly. Leaning down, he nipped at her ear, her neck, her lips. “I did, didn't I?” he asked.

“Mm,” she replied, her eyes focusing on his. “Mark meh as yours...please,” she begged, giving her hips a small wiggle, even though his grip on her made it painful.

“Mine,” he grunted in agreement, beginning to pump in and out of her again. “Mine...” His pace quickened, and he moved his hands down to her thighs, ignoring the already forming bruises on her hips. “All fucking mine,” he ground out. As he started to hold true to what he said, pounding her slim frame with a force he hadn't known he had. Years of frustration, sexual and otherwise began to seek release, but he was determined to make her scream first.

Reaching up, he undid her hands. “Hold on to something,” he instructed as he flipped her onto hands and knees. She grabbed hold of the headboard as he re-entered her, and immediately he began to pound into her with renewed purpose. Her increasing moans told him he was hitting the right spot, and he decided to up the ante, reaching around to rub at the little bundle of nerves that had made her nearly orgasm before. It took nearly no time now to get her to climax, and when she did, she moaned his name loudly. All it did was piss him off.

“Scream it...” he ordered, not letting up so much as an inch. “Tell everyone who's fucking your tight little pussy right now...let everyone know who's hilt deep in you, my dirty little angel...” He leaned down, placing little bites along her shoulder and neck. “Cum for me again...” he growled, right at her ear.

And so she did. Hearing the man she had lusted after and loved for years speak to her like that was the last push she needed, and she came harder than before, a raw scream of his name tearing its way from her throat. The clenching of her walls around him sent him over the edge right behind her, and for the first time in his life, he found a true release that was both sexual and emotional. His scream echoed with hers through the mansion, only moments before the two collapsed in a heap, his body around hers in an embrace that was possessive and protective.

“Mmm,” she murmured tiredly, snuggling her bruised body against his. “All done mastah?” she asked.

“For now,” he replied, pressing soft kisses to the bruises on her neck and shoulders. “Thank you....”

“Mah pleasure,” she sighs, even as she starts to fall asleep.

Scott only grins at her response. “There's plenty more where that came from, my dirty little angel,” he assures her, pulling up the thin white sheet to cover them as he hears the A/C kick on. “Much more...”
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