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The Evils of Necessity	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 13051 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Scott laid into the punching bag, each blow sending a jolt of pain through his wrapped knuckles and a shockwave of sound through the gym. He knew he should’ve taken a break by now, that he was liable to injure himself if he continued another hour, but that knowledge changed nothing. He was full of energy, too much energy to contain. Only it wasn’t Banshee; he couldn’t wait for it to leave his system. It was guilt.
He heard the click of Mystique’s heels, announcing herself. She entered the gym, looking around, clocking its abandonment. Only Scott stood in the dark hallows, pushing himself. Trying to outrun what had happened. She went onto the mat, shifting to her bare feet, and held the bag for Scott to drive his fists into.
“They bought it,” she said. “For the most part. Forge scanned the Internet. Only the usual conspiracy nuts believe Magneto is anywhere but where we said he is—at large, a sleeper agent, ready to strike again if a move is made against Genosha. And the Brotherhood? If they suspect anything, they’re too loyal or too scared to say otherwise. It all worked out.”
Scott’s knuckles thudded into the bag, rocking it into Raven. “Not for New York.”
“That crowd? They love a catastrophe now and then. Makes them feel special.”
Scott’s next blow almost knocked the bag through Raven. “Then you got everything you want.”
“Erik was a great man—“ Raven protested.
“You wanted him gone—“
“He was never going to step down—“
“You wanted this! His power in Rogue, who you’ve got under your thumb, maternally, erotically. His leadership in me…”
“And do I have you, Scott?” Raven let go of the bag, walking around it. She gave it a push, letting it swing on its rusty chain. “That’s fine for grunt work. Want to try something that’ll hit back?” She shifted, becoming Xavier. “Someone?” Magneto. “Anyone?”
He just stared until she went back to herself. Then he feinted. She easily batted the weak blow aside. “Guess the relationship’s getting a little stable for us to still be doing role-play…”
“Did you know about the bomb?” He jabbed at her. She ducked aside. “The ambush?”
“I’m a survivor, Scott. I wouldn’t risk myself that way.”
“Unless it was the only way to get Pietro out of the picture.” He jabbed again. She dodged, but her felt his fist passing through her hair. “The heir apparent. One of the only people Erik still cared about.”
“A psychopath, just like his old man.” Mystique’s leg flicked out, catching Scott lightly in the shin. He hobbled back, fists up, guarding. “You rely too much on your optic blasts. You should practice more with your body. Guns, knives—they’d be useful to you.” She tapped her skull. “Everything’s up here with you…”
“Not enough. I didn’t see the bomb coming—“
“You did.”
“—not soon enough.”
Raven came for him, throwing an aggressive punch. Too aggressive. He weaved out of the way, caught her body in a hold, his hands flowing over her scaly body before tightening on her, pressing her cool flesh to his sweat-soaked warmth. She groaned as he locked down on her. “I wouldn’t have risked Rogue. Can you believe that, if nothing else?”
“Did you want this? Raven, do you want this?”
She slipped free of him, swinging around behind his back, her knee jabbing into his spine. Scott went down on all fours, Raven spinning on top of him to lock up one arm and one leg with her unjointed body, holding herself aloft with one limb while she chained him with all the others.
“I want to survive. Do you believe that you leading us is my best chance?”
He couldn’t reply. Just struggled, fruitlessly, against her hold. Until he finally overwhelmed her, rolling them across the mat. But she’d already compensated for his superior strength. As they rolled, she fell behind him, trapping him in a chokehold, legs around his, left arm around his. His right hand was free, and with a herculean effort, he got it back far enough to grab a lock of unsecured hair. He didn’t pull on it, though. He hung onto it with a clenched fist.
Raven’s lips were by his ear. “You can be a great leader, Scott. Better than Charles or Erik ever were. If I doubted it, I would lead them myself. You can do what I can’t. You can keep my daughter safe.”
And she let go of him.
Scott moved over her in an instant, pinning her on her back with his hands crushing her arms, his knees holding down her lower body. “Why should I believe you?”
She waited a moment before smiling. “You shouldn’t. I’m an untrustworthy bitch who just killed her last boss. But you should at least believe how useful I am.”
“Yeah.” Scott jerked down his zipper. “You are.”
Raven spread her legs.
In one unrelenting lunge, Scott plunged more than half of himself into Raven. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her surrendering body shuddering from head to toe as he shot deep inside her. It felt like sparks were flying from her pussy, sparks that landed in her blood, burned in her nerves, set fires in her brain. Every sweating, quivering inch of her now tingled with his entrance. She shook her head in disbelief as he pulled back a ways, then rammed the rest of his cock into her.
“I love it!” she finally shrieked, after her lips had moved soundlessly for over a minute.
He thrust into her again and again, completely ravishing her with each stroke, each blow seeming to throw her across the mat like a pile of rags. But it wasn’t enough for his rage, his need. He pulled out of Raven, to her wailing dismay, spun her onto her belly, pulled her to her hands and knees, and jammed himself back inside her from behind like she was a bitch in heat.
He was shaking as he fucked her. He saw the bomb go off, the vibrant red spiking his eyeballs as he blasted Magneto, the corpse as they disposed of it, the picture of Xavier’s body on TMZ—he saw everything and the emotions spread out underneath him, bigger than his whole body, like he was treading water in a vast underground lake. Only the water wasn’t cold. It was boiling hot. He was burning up and the only thing to do was to pour himself into Mystique, jam her up with all his pain and anger, hear her take it, enjoy it.
On some level, he wanted her to refuse. Knock him away like he knew she would if he displeased her for an instant, tell him what a sick freak he was to be feeling these things—pity for a mass murderer, pain over his death, anger with the woman he slept with. But she took all of it and more. Like she wanted it as much as he did. Needed it.
“I love your fat cock—love the way you’re fucking me—“ Pleasure swept over her like a tidal wave, moving from her sorely abused bottom up to her screaming mouth. She reached under herself, grabbing the backs of her thighs, knotting herself up to help him fuck her. Scott plunged into her and she crushed herself back against him, punching his cock so deep into her sex she almost thought it would stay there forever. “I love—I love—“
She froze. The pleasure smoldered, caught fire, and exploded. She was lost, barely feeling the cum he fired deep inside her. It was the first thing she became aware of when she caught her breath, though. She could feel it dripping out of herself.
Scott felt himself breath. It seemed easier all of a sudden. He’d let everything out, purged himself like he hadn’t even with Jean, and yet Raven wasn’t surprised, wasn’t shocked. She looked impressed, almost. Pleased.
“No condom,” she said. Scott was slumped beside her. “You might’ve knocked me up.”
“You expect me to believe you’re not on the pill?”
“They hardly work—not with all the changes I put my body through.”
Scott shook his head. “It was worth it. And Raven?”
She looked at him, finding him meeting her eyes with one of those looks. A look that told her what people would never understand. He wasn’t a puppet, a figurehead, someone she manipulated. He was a weapon. He just needed her to aim him best.
“I love fucking you too,” he said. They both knew what he meant.
She settled against him; collapsed into him. His side. Turning him over so she could press herself into his spine. It felt stronger. “The Brotherhood will start asking questions soon.”
“They were always going to.”
“All it takes is one splintering. We lose our unity, we lose our power—“
“We lost that the day we gave into infighting with Xavier.”
“Shadows need light,” Raven said obliquely. “But too many lights make weak shadows. The strongest, the blackest, are cast from one source.”
“I can’t keep people here if they don’t want to be.”
“You won’t have to. Use the tools at your disposal.”
“Oh?” Scott put his hand on Raven’s thigh, tracing that little pubic region where the scales spaced out, grew scarce, became the smooth flesh of her groin. “What tool would that be?”
Raven smiled, mirroring him almost more than reflecting herself. “A witch… Wanda helped you kill her father. That’s loyalty you can’t buy. But she did it for love. Which is unfortunate.”
“If I break her heart, she tells the truth?” Scott paused. “I won’t move against her—“
Raven rolled her eyes. “Lord, you give them eyes, but they do not see… recruit her, Summers. Pull her into your corner.” She moved her lips over his jawline, up to his ear. “Pour sweet nothings into her ear, and she’ll be yours.”
“I don’t love her.”
“Did Jean love you?” She kissed his cheek. “Having you will be enough, Scott.”
“It’s not fair to her. Not right.”
“Marriages are human invention. So is love. She wants to be used, so use her. Marry the bitch. The Brotherhood will fall in line behind her. You’ll have your kingdom, your queen,” Mystique smiled against his cheek, “and the power behind the throne.”
“I said no.” He looked over at her as she wrapped her arms around his chest, her deep breaths coming against his back. “Or don’t you listen to your king?”
“I’ll listen. Can’t promise I’ll obey. Keep your hands as clean as you like. I’ll do it for you. Break her in so you can ride her to the top.”
“She just lost her father.”
“Then someone should comfort her.”
“I forbid it.”
“You do?” Raven asked, mockingly wide-eyed. “Scott… we were sparring before. It wasn’t a real fight.” Her arms were suddenly at his throat, her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him in place as she choked off his air. “Neither is this, I suppose.”
“Raven!”
Her grip didn’t tighten. It was already just hard enough. “Don’t fight it. Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle with her. She’s going to think you’re an amazing lover. Maybe a bit better endowed than the real thing. What can I say, I’m egotistical. When I imagine people thinking my man has a real weapon between his legs...”
Scott’s eyes rolled up. He was gone.
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