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Healing

Title: Healing
Verse: X-Men movieverse
Timeline: post X-Men: The Last Stand
Author: AngelofSnow
Pairing: Eventual Rogue/Magneto
Rating: M � sexual situations � LEMON! OMG yes finally!
Disclaimer: I don�t own the X-Men. I am not making any
profit from this. It is purely non-profit porn. The best kind of porn.
Summary: The Cure is only temporary. While healing Rogue and
Magneto find each other and realize they have more in common than they
originally thought.�

Soundtrack: I
recommend the song �Tear You Apart� by She Wants Revenge. Play whatever music
you would play during a seduction. I know each of you has a personal
preference.

Notes: 41,188
words later it is time for our characters to get it on. I thought they would be
sleeping together by chapter six. Dumb
author. I really had no intention of writing anything this long. Boy did I
get carried away.

****Warning****:
This chapter contains graphic sexual
situations. If this stuff offends you or you aren�t interested in seeing
Magneto and Rogue together do not read
any further. Absolutely nothing is left to the imagination. As I boasted to
my good friend KumaDaPuma a few days
ago, �I promise to write the hottest
piece of smut ever to grace fanfiction dot net�. If you have not
already figured it out, your author is no stranger to the baser elements of
life. If you are a virgin or are generally not very experienced in the carnal
world, this chapter may be very enlightening for you. But nothing in it is
unrealistic or unattainable. You might find yourself a bit disappointed in your
boyfriends and wonder where you can find a guy as skilled as I have portrayed
Erik to be. They are few and far between. If you find a guy like this, hold on
to him. They are a rare breed to be sure. Another
warning: Do not read this at work. Do not read this in a public place. Do
not read this with other people around you. Save this chapter till it is
nighttime and you are in a room by yourself. You will thank me for it.

Chapter Eighteen:
Tender Is the Night

Magneto and Rogue:

�� Rogue had
worn sound dampening head phones during the flight back to the island fortress
in Maine.
They allowed her to sleep soundly, first leaning back in the co-pilot�s seat,
and then slumping lightly against Magneto�s shoulder for the remainder of the
flight. Using his magnetism, Magneto could control the operation of the
helicopter without keeping his hand on the yoke, but only twice did he reach
out to stroke the silken tresses of her long sepia shaded hair.

�� When the
helicopter landed, Rogue remained asleep against Magneto�s shoulder. He
delicately removed the head phones from her head and the movement disturbed her
slumber; yet she did not awaken. Using his mutation, he levitated her up till
he could get his arms around her and carried her into the fortress, making the
slow walk to her bedroom. As Erik made to set her down on her own bed to sleep,
she stirred groggily in his arms.

�� Mmhhmm. Not
here. Your room.� He regarded her face. Her eyes had remained closed the entire
time she had spoken. Was she even aware of what she was saying?

�� Marie?� He
questioned her. If she was as asleep as he thought she was he would just set
her down and let her go to bed. She opened her brown eyes, a peaceful smile on
her lips. She looked like an angel in her white Versace gown.

�� Take me to
your room Erik. I want to sleep in your bed tonight.� He looked at her. She was
so young. So young compared to him. Her smile did not fade.

�� So be it.
Whatever you want, my dear, you shall have.� His voice was a quiet whisper
directed only towards her. He carried her to his bedroom, which was across the
length of the fortress. They met no one in corridors as it was quite late. She
had never seen his bedroom before.

�� Rogue woke
up a little more with each step Magneto took towards his sleeping chamber. She
wondered where the sudden confidence had come from to be so bold with him. She
hardly believed the words that had come from her mouth. They could have only
one meaning. But she did not regret them. No, they felt absolutely right.

�� The very
idea of entering Magneto�s bedroom excited Rogue. After so many nights of
longing, she had imagined the moment a hundred times. She fantasized a thousand
scenes between them and dreamed up hundreds of ways his bedroom could look. But
finally seeing the real room was surreal. He had the largest chamber of the
island fortress and as expected, there was metal everywhere. But what caught
Rogue�s eye and held it was the humongous king-sized bed with four brass
posters in the center of the room. The bed spread was a rich dark crimson color
and Rogue waited with baited breath till he set her down upon it. Her ivory
satin dress silky and warm against her skin, but beneath it she could feel the
tactile ribbed fabric of the comforter.

�� Leaving her
for a moment he started to raise the thermostat against the cold night, but
thought better of it. He got a fire started in the small fireplace opposite the
bed. Where was Pyro when he needed him?
The fire blazed and warmed the room. It�s heat filling a circle around it. He
closed the screen around the fire, in case he forgot to tend it before he went
to sleep. He knew he would forget to put out the fire. He knew he would forget
everything else but the beautiful woman lying on the bed before him. His Marie�

�� Marie sat up
on the bed and watched as he shrugged off his black wool coat that he wore over
his tuxedo. He threw it onto a nearby chair. She remembered the rough way the
fabric felt against her ungloved hands. Living for so many years without touch,
she memorized every texture that her skin encountered. But none of it compared
to the intoxicating feeling of another person�s skin beneath her own. She said
a silent prayer of thanks for Magneto�s shield that allowed them to touch
without adverse affect. She hoped it wasn�t too much work for him to sustain it
for long periods of time. She had never asked him what it felt like to maintain
it.

�� Magneto sat
down on the bed next to her and circled his arm around her, but she pulled away
and resisted him.

�� There�s
something I should tell you.� Her right hand rubbed her left over and over as
she spoke. �I slept with Bobby.�

�� Your
boyfriend?� He asked gently.

�� My
ex-boyfriend. He�s an X-Man.� She continued rubbing her hands. Erik could only
think of the play Macbeth by Shakespeare. She was like Lady Macbeth rubbing her
hand and saying �out out damn spot�.

�� It is
immaterial to me whether you have slept with one man or twenty.� He told her,
rubbing his hand down her back to comfort her.

�� It- It wasn�t
very good.� She admitted still unable to look at him.

�� No one�s
first time is.� He thought about telling her about his own, but there was no
need. She had his memories and unbidden the experience came to her. He had been
very young, only 13. He was in the concentration camp, not long before the war
ended, though he did not yet know the end was in sight. An older girl of 15 had
come to him and said she knew she would die in the gas chambers that day and
she did want to die a virgin. Erik had accommodated the girl�s request.
Anything to alleviate another�s suffering. The girl had not been sent to the
gas chambers that day, but she had died several weeks later of starvation. She
looked nothing like Rogue�s soft curves. The only curves on the girl had been
the curve of her pelvis bone poking through her malnourished body.

It was an unpleasant memory and
Erik feared it had killed the mood. He searched the room, looking for something
to take their minds off the past. He saw his jacket and the idea came to him.

�Why did you want to wear my gloves
Marie?� He had hit the nail on the head. She blushed and stumbled over her
words.

�I- my gloves were dirty, is all.�
It was a pathetic fib, but an attempt had to be made all the same.

�All eight pairs you brought with
you?� He raised his eyebrow and looked down at her. She trembled against her
will, loathing what she would have to admit, but knowing it no longer mattered.

�I liked wearing them. They
reminded me of you. They smelled like your cologne and they were such a soft
leather. And�� here she forced her eyes to meet his. His blue eyes appeared
almost brown the pupils were so dilated. �And you have such long fingers, I
couldn�t help but notice. It- they- and I liked the thought of your long
fingers, that you were the only one who could touch me. That you were the only
one who believed in me. It made me- I liked it a lot.� Between Rogue�s broken
musings it was not hard to find the message.

�� Do you want
me to wear them now?� She gulped and froze in place. It took her a moment to
find her voice.

�� Could you?�
He retrieved a spare pair of size large black leather gloves made by Gucci from
his dresser drawer. He sat back down on the bed and watched Rogue�s face as he
set the gloves on his lap. With the glove held in his right hand he slide his
left into it, pushing his fingers out to the very end and enjoying the
straining sound the leather made as he squeezed his hand into it. His movements
were agonizingly slowly as he did the same with his right hand. Rogue felt her
panties grow wet at the sight and a shiver ran down her spine.

�� With his
gloved hand he moved her white streak away from her eyes and pushed it behind
her ear. His gaze traveled over her stunned expression and he felt his need for
her grow as he took in her flawless complexion and doll-like eyes. Her lipstick
reddened lips formed a perfect �O� as though she had forgotten to close her
mouth. He did not neglect the opportunity she offered.

�� Moving his
large leather enclosed hands down her back, he hugged her to him. The leather
gloves producing a vicious affect against the frictionless satin. Rogue loved
every second of it. As he held her, Magneto lowered his mouth on to hers and
felt her arms encircle his back. At first she held them still, but emboldened
by his movements, she made to rub concentric circles on his back with her left
hand.

�� He kissed
her soft full lips, his own exploring each ounce of flesh, each inch of folded
red tissue. She relished the press of his lips against her own, an incredible
sensation after months without any contact for them. His tongue begged entry to
her mouth and she yielded to his invasion. With deft movements his tongue met
her own, circling it. He pressed his tongue to the roof of her mouth and
mimicked the circles she was tracing on his back with her hands. She moaned
deep in her throat at the pleasure of the feeling.

�� As he kissed
her, her hands explored his body, brushing against the fabric of the tuxedo and
eventually losing themselves in his silver hair. His hair was thick and kept medium
long. Rogue had often longed to compare its texture to her white streak and now
she finally had the chance. Her fingers ran through it and disturbed his
carefully styling. It had the texture of spun silk and the unreal feeling held
her spellbound. She could not remember touching anything so glorious before.

�� She tried to
memorize every inch of him; greedy for the press of his body against her own.
She loved how he was so tall that he had to lean down to her. She loved his
broad shoulders and his strong arms wrapped around her. It� well, it made her
knees weak. Erik did not stop kissing her, but alternated between sucking and
nibbling her lips until she pushed her tongue into his mouth. He waited for her
tongue to begin dancing against his own till he let out a low growl of desire.
The growl ran through her body and she trembled against him.

�� He moved his
mouth to minister to her tiny, delicate ear. His tongue that had been so
skilled in her mouth, made short work of her ear lobe, pulling it into his
mouth and kneading it with his tongue. He increased the speed flicking his tongue
back and forth across it till Marie moaned again, her breathing taking on a
frantic urgency. When he thought she could take no more, he released her ear
and blew against it with his hot breath. Her head dropped back of its accord.

�� Not wishing
to be out done; Marie rose to the challenge. She pulled Erik�s head around so
that she could reach his ear with her mouth. She ran her small tongue against
the outer lobe and then took his bottom ear lobe into her mouth sucking in
earnest. Erik groaned against her imaging the exquisite feeling of her sucking
another cartilage organ. He held Rogue�s lithe satin clothed body against him
and marveled at the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest. His leather
gloved hands traced the hour glass shape of her figure to find her round soft
derri�re. He grew hard at the feel of her tiny waist and shapely bottom and
drew her fiercely against him.

�� Marie
stopped sucking on his ear and drew in a sharp breath. Oh my� Uh, oh. She felt his hardened erection hot and throbbing
bear down on her stomach. It reached right below her belly button and when she
moved against him it brushed against the tiny depression. He was not small. No,
he was easily three inches longer than Bobby had been and significantly wider. Would she�, she looked nervously at the
blazing fire, would she be able to fit
him? Would it hurt again?

�� He shifted her in his arms till
her head tilted back for him and he caressed the pulse point just below and to
the left of the tip of her chin. As he felt with his tongue her pulse race
wilding against it; he kneaded deep rotating motions into it, until she moaned
almost continuously. He changed strategies to suck the sensitive flesh hard
into his mouth and he only let up when he was sure she would carry a cherry red
mark there the next day. His mouth moved to kiss the rest of her exposed flesh
as Rogue trembled in his arms. So many
long years without touch. So many long years without touch like this. She
shook against him and cried out. He swept her hair back, pulling it roughly
with his gloved hand as he bit her where her neck met her shoulders. It was
just deep enough to draw blood and he untied her halter top to move the ivory
material away from the small scarlet drops.

�� She felt
herself come alive as she had never before. His every touch enthralled her and
left her desperate for more. She ran her hands down the front of his chest,
pushing aside the flaps of his tuxedo jacket, urgent to feel his own skin
beneath her fingers. He helped her to remove the jacket, letting it fall crumpled
to the floor beside the bed. His long finger made quick work of his cravat,
loosening it as she pulled it away from his neck and flung it several feel
away. Meanwhile he untied his cummerbund and threw it aside. Her fingers were
nimble as they raced to unbutton his white shirt. She made short work of the
offensive obstruction to his chest and parted it to reveal his chest. He was
not a young man but he kept himself well toned and she traced the muscles
lightly with her finger tips. The feel of his curly white chest hair was one of
many palpable sensations that she reveled in that night.

�� She moved
back from him slightly to bend her head forward and take one of his nipples in
her mouth, sucking and playing with it softly. Erik�s eyes rolled back in his
head. If it was possible his erection strained harder against her and his
vision began to dim slightly as more and more blood flowed lower in his body.
He fought the compelling need to take her quickly, willing himself to make her
first time with him languorous and tender. He pulled her hair to move her head
back up and kissed her deeply again as he pulled the halter top of the Versace
dress down to her stomach.

�� It�s my
turn.� He drank in the sight of her unrestrained perky breasts in front of him.
Her areoles were a deep plum color, darkened from desire. His hands picked up
the wobbly, watery weight of each breast and let out another groan as he
clenched his teeth not to come that very second. He had been too long without a
woman and his need was insistent. He played with her breasts enjoying the
weight and shape of them in his hand till he gently pushed her down to lie on
the bed. His pants felt painfully tight against his erection as he leaned down
against her. His mouth found her left nipple and sucked rigorously as his other
hand massaged her right breast with increasing speed. He nibbled on her with
his teeth and flicked his tongue rapidly across her. His tongue burned wet and
hot against her peaked nipple. When he heard her finally moan his name low and
throaty into the comforter he switched and began the same on her right breast.

�� Oh, Erik��
She moaned unable to contain herself. He stopped himself again when he felt the
abrupt need to come welling within him. He moved away from her to resist its
need.

�Take off that dress Marie before I
rip it off you.� His voice was deep and hurried and Rogue couldn�t help but
feel nervous. She had been a bit worried that he would be too large for her
after seeing how long his fingers were and how big his gloves needed to be. His
shoe size only added to her fears. And now having felt his organ against her
she wondered if she could handle its length and girth. She swallowed as she stood
up to slip the gown down her waist. Its shimmering fabric pooled at her feet
and she stood before him in only her underwear and heels. Her long wavy brown
hair mussed, her eyes dark with desire, her breasts swollen, their nipples twin
peaks of unconcealed lust.

She knew what it felt like to have
a man within her. But she did not know what it felt like to desperately want a
man inside her. She was learning that feeling now. She felt it as his eyes
devoured her. She wanted Erik inside her. Wanted to feel him hard within the
cavity at the base of her. Wanted it so intensely she hurt inside.

Erik looked brazenly at her naked
form, starring at the white cotton panties that were her only adornment now.
Nothing could have made her seem more innocent than the thick white cotton
bikini briefs she wore. He was captivated by the area they veiled. She kicked
off her heels and he was reminded of his own shoes. He lifted his leg to untie
them but she put out her hand to stop him.

�Let me.� She kneeled at his feet
and unlaced his black dress shoes. Marie massaged his feet tenderly as she
rolled his socks off. At the same time, Erik freed himself from his shirt and
discarded it. Rogue moved to take one of his toes in her mouth and stopped
herself. On second thought she had a better idea. She took off the glove on his
left hand and held his hand in both of hers. Continuing to kneel at his feet
she took his long index finger in her mouth, sucking on it and rubbing her
tongue against it. Erik imagined her mouth around another long appendage and he
groaned loudly. His erection throbbed painfully.

�Marie you must stop that. I- I
can�t take it.� He pulled his hand away from her and put the glove back on.
Then, he undid the belt around his pants, desperate to free his fettered organ.

�You�re really good at foreplay
Erik. I lot better than Bobby.� She realized looking at the straining of his
penis against his pants that she should not be miffed by his rejection.

�Foreplay is the difference between
a good lover and a bad lover.� Magneto said taking long deep breaths as he took
off his pants and underwear. �A great lover does not need foreplay at all. It
doesn�t surprise me Iceman left something to be desired. The better looking a
man is the worse he usually is in bed. If he�s good-looking he doesn�t need to
be talented.�

�That�s not true. You�re incredible
and I find you very handsome.� Marie smiled shyly at him.

�Come here.� His hand shot out and
gripped her wrist and flung her on to the bed. She caught sight of his naked
body then as he towered above her. There stood his erection perfect, pink, and
ramrod straight sticking up and saluting her desirability. She found herself
feeling beautiful and wanted. She loved to look at its unashamed testimony to
her sexuality. It made her feel like she wasn�t a cursed mutant with deadly
skin, unable to touch others around her. It made her feel like a normal woman.

He hastily moved on top of her,
kissing her lips again. He still wore the black leather gloves and now they
traveled down past her breasts to rub her flat stomach with their warm finely corrugated
material. As he deepened their kiss, he moved his gloved right hand to scoot
beneath her white cotton panties and touch her. He felt her hips buck against
his at the first gentle caress. With long strokes up and down he massaged her
clitoris till she moaned against his mouth. Moving his hand lower he inserted
one black gloved finger into her wet depths. He kissed her severely, pushing his
tongue deep inside her as his black gloved finger did the same. He was
incapable of caring that he was ruining such an expensive pair of gloves.
Thoughts beyond bedding Rogue were too complex for his brain at that moment.

He continued to rub the nub at the joining
of her legs and she whispered sweet nothings in his ear. Erik began to grow
impatient and took off the gloves from his hand, using one hand to support
himself above her, he massaged her swiftly sweeping his fingers in tight
circles right at the threshold of her need. He used first one then two fingers
to play with her. Sitting up freed his other hand to insert two fingers inside
of her, feeling the soaking wet slickness that signaled how ready she was for
him to take her. It was the fight of a lifetime to resist for even a few
minutes longer.

Instead, he lowered his head
between her legs and used his tongue to replace his fingers. He sucked on her
core, nibbling once with his teeth, yet still she did not come. Rogue felt on
fire, her left hand gripping Erik�s back while her right had balled up the bed
spread in her fist and held it for dear life against his expert attentions. Her
toes curled with each second of delightful torture. Magneto raised his head.

�Hold your breath Rogue and do not
let it out until you can�t stand it anymore.� She took a deep breath and felt
her muscles contract and stiffen underneath his mouth. As she struggled to hold
her breath his ministrations felt a thousand times more intense. When Rogue
could resist no longer she released the breath with a cry and came that very
instant. The intense feeling flowed through her every nerve and her body
relaxed, sinking into the mattress. She had been holding herself taut and
hadn�t released it.

Magneto�s rapid caresses did not wan.
His tongue continued to massage her as he sucked her into his mouth till she
was almost sore, while his two fingers moved in and out of her preparing her
for his penetration. This time Rogue came easily moaning in utter ecstasy. Erik
lost himself when she called out his name in the throes of yet a third orgasm
and he repositioned himself to enter her with his shaft.

He drove into her knowing she was
well ready for him and she lifted her hips off the mattress giving her a deeper
angle of access. This was the culmination of so many long, lonely nights of
fantasy for the two. Marie could hardly contain her sheer bliss at the long
awaited gratification. To Erik, the feeling was severe, overwhelming euphoric
agony. With steady upward strokes, he moved in and out of her barely able to
contain himself after so long a build up. Marie hardly recognized the feelings
of elation his movements produced within her and the uncomfortable memories of
her times with Bobby as being the same act. They seemed so drastically different.

At first his rhythm was slow and
unhurried and Marie found herself begging him for more with throaty
unintelligible gasps and moans. He groaned and moved himself completely out of
her, pausing a moment and then driving brutal and strong into her. Rogue cried
out a panicked, wheezing �Erik� and came apart in his arms. He contained his
sharp need no longer, relentlessly driving into her as she tightened her inner
muscles against him, contracting and relaxing uncontrollably. Her pleasure rose
higher and higher till his every plunge made her feel like she was orgasming
over and over again. Finally he shook violently, pounding into her three last
times and came hard with a groan that might have been the name �Marie� but was
more an animal�s roar then a spoken word. He collapsed in exhaustion on top of
her and neither moved for a time, their loud panting breaths the only sound in
the room.

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Sometime later she caught sight of
his back. She had left marks on it from her finger nails. In a few places she
had drawn blood. He would have bruises in the morning. Had she pressed that hard?

�I�ve hurt you.� She smiled even as
she said it. She couldn�t stop smiling in fact. He looked over at her.

�A little. But it�s good pain.�

�Good pain? How can pain be good?�

�You like using your mutation,
don�t you? Yet it is a little painful when it starts.� He said rolling back the
covers and moving beneath them. She did the same.

�Yes.�

�Under the right circumstances pain
is very pleasurable, Marie. You should know that. The pain of change is a
perfect explain.� He turned off the light.

�What do you mean?�

�The pain of leaving the X-Men.
They were your friends and Charles� mansion your home. Yet, was it not also pleasurable
to you?� She thought of all that had happened to her since leaving the X-Men.
She considered the way the island fortress had begun to indeed feel like home
and the Brotherhood like family. Then her thoughts turned to the man beside her
in bed.

�Yes, it was.�

�Sleep well Marie.� Sleep well? He wanted her to sleep well!
She wasn�t sure she would ever wake up. She thought she must have died and gone
to heaven. So this is how one makes a
heaven out of hell�

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Dedication: This
chapter goes out to that one special man. He knows who he is. And even though
he will never read this. And even though he will never take me back. And even
though I will never accept him if he did. He made this chapter possible. For
being both the bane of my existence and the thing that makes life worth living,
this goes out to you T.M.

Author�s Notes:
How did your author learn so much about sex? Many long nights and a lot of hard
work. Persistence, determination, and dedication are her strong points. And
yes, she is currently single. And very attractive if I do speak for myself.

Tender is the Night is a direct allusion to an F. Scott Fitzgerald
novel. Your author is living in his old apartment, how cool is that?

Nacilme23 the pot
has boiled over, hasn�t it?

Tell me did the chapter fulfill its promise? Was it
incredibly hot? Are you even able to think after reading it? My hope is that
you won�t be. You�ll be too hot and bothered. 5,060 words of pure porn. I am so
proud. This is the stuff I was born to write. There must be a reason I am so
good at both writing and sex. This chapter is where my two passions finally
merged.

Wear a condom! Even
though our characters didn�t is no excuse for unsafe sex. Sex secrets for guys: if you wear a condom, take deep breathes,
and stop moving when you feel yourself about to come, you can last as long as
Erik did. Sex Secrets for girls: Try
clenching your inner muscles just like Rogue did. It�s the way to have a
vaginal orgasm. Its fun and it works if you practice enough, go try it.�

Preview: �Will you still love me tomorrow? What will
Mystique say when she finds out? Or Pyro for that matter. Or Logan and Bobby?
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