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the Best Kind of Reality	By : savysavestheday Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 7180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-the best kind of reality
- 2-part 2
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- 2
Title: the Best Kind of Reality

Author: Syrai

Fandom: X2

Raiting: NC-17

Warning: if you�re into fluffy stuff, don�t bother reading

Pairing: Pyro/Rogue

Status: 2/2. Complete.

Summary: Rogue, Bobby�s cherished girlfriend once humiliated Pyro and now he wants his sweet revenge.

A/N: What can I say? It's different from what it was supposed to be and I bet it's different from what you expected. Still, I hope you enjoy the second part.

the Best Kind of Reality

By Syrai

Part 2

Two hours later, he found her from the exact spot they had left her earlier with Bobby. She had hardly moved; the only thing different was that now she had buried her face against her hands, elbows against the table. The blouse was still lying on the chair and was about to fall down on the floor, but she either hadn�t noticed it or ignored it. The blanket she had carried to the library was already on the floor. The quickly retied ponytail had given up a bit and the ribbon that had already slowly slid down along her hair, had got stuck in the half-way refusing to let go. He found himself hoping it would.

With back facing him, she didn�t see the approaching boy; it was obvious she was in a whole another world, trying to escape her own thoughts. He could hear the faint sobs, see how her shoulders jerked as she sniffed trying to stop crying. And all he did, was stand there by the stairs, watch her agony, listened to the whimpers she let out and breathed in every sob of hers. It was almost sick how her weak moment aroused him.

He loved how her pain sounded.

She cried, because she loved Bobby. As much as he hated it, he knew she did and he knew more than well that it was why she cried, but he really didn�t care about that. What did she know about love, anyway? Love was nothing but a word. An illusion. Something that made people feel more secure about their insecure relationships so that they could sleep at night without having to wake up every other second to check that the other side of the bed wasn�t empty. She should learn that; better sooner than later, he decided. You see, she thought she loved him, because she had no one else to take care of her, no one else to hold her when she felt bad. She loved him simply, because she didn�t know there was no such thing as love, only needs, passion� lust.

He could make her see something Bobby never could. He could make her see all that� humiliating her was just a bonus, of course.

Pyro tilted his head pensively. Should he have pitied her? Felt sorry for her? Should he have wanted to go over to her, wrap his arms around her and comfort her? Say something nice to make her feel less sad about what had happened?

If yes, too bad. He mentally snorted. He didn�t.

What he wanted, was to go over to her, free her hair completely, grab her by the shoulders, pull her onto her feet and simply mark her. Now, to someone that might have sounded rude. Cruel even, he admitted that, but he didn�t care. Bobby hadn�t marked her. Someone should. Another male thing, no doubt.

"What the fuck am I gonna do?" She snapped suddenly, not knowing there was some there listening to her words.

Round two.

"You could fuck me", he suggested maliciously making the girl jump on her seat. She stopped breathing. It was somewhat obvious she had recognized him even without looking which was good. Very good. She didn�t look at him, but stared the bookshelf on the other side of the table. That on the other hand, was not good. At all.

Bad Rogue.

"Rogue", Pyro called out her name to get her eyes on him. Nothing happened. He forced himself to stay still; this one time, he�d get her to give up without physical contact. Not because he wanted to, but because he had to. There were certain rules in the game and that was one of them. Humiliation. It was all about the simple word that carried the blame over the whole situation. She had humiliated him and by that, he had made him want her� and he hated it.

It was her turn to feel what he felt.

"Rogue." This time the voice held a more demanding tone, but still the girl refused to obey. She took in one shaky breath, but other than that she didn�t move or say anything. Was it really how she wanted to play the game, huh?

"Rogue, look at me. Now." With the final command, she turned her head only to look at him from the corner of her eye. Pyro was weirdly pleased by the fact the defiant girl hadn�t wiped away her tears. Did she want to show him how bad she felt? How much he made her suffer? Funny. Did she really think he gave a shit?

She looked away again.

"Don�t be like that, Rogue, I told you I�m not finished. Yet you stayed here. Why is that?" She didn�t answer. Because she didn�t know? Or was it that she just didn�t want to tell? Like before, Pyro closed the space between them and laid his hands on her shoulders again. Her whole body jerked underneath his gentle touch, but she didn�t even try to shove him away. Not this time.

Pyro breathed in, slowly. Letting his hands slide down to the front of her shirt, he wondered why Rogue still didn�t fight back. This was not the kind of Rogue he had thought he�d encounter. She made a suffocated sound as his hands grabbed her breasts. Unexpectedly, she threw her head back leaning against his stomach, gasping before her breathing got steady again. The gesture surprised him, but he didn�t show it to her.

Her eyes were closed and her mouth formed a thin, hopeless line.

"I�ll scream", she whispered with trembling voice. God, he hoped so. Smiling Pyro brought his other hand to release her hair; he pulled the ribbon off and dropped it on the floor admiring the sight of her hair pouring down onto her shoulders where they belonged. The other hand was still placed on her breast, playing with it.

"Yes, you will", he said chuckling to his own thoughts, "but not because of what you think."

The closed eyelids blinked open. "What have I done to you?" Her gaze was locked with his and to his satisfaction, by her own choice. "You can�t hate me because of what I am. You and I, we�re the same." It was as if she was thinking out loud, trying to seek out the right option to answer her question.

"In a way, yeah", he replied nodding. Actually, when he thought about it, it seemed they were alike in a lot of ways. Even now, she refused to feel self-pity. She had cried a minute ago, but yet there wasn�t even a slightest hint of self-pity to be read in her eyes. His both hands rose to each side of her face; fingers followed the line of her chin to her ear and back. The light touch made her shiver and it pleased him. Getting a reaction was always fun.

Suddenly, she broke the silence. "If all you want is� is-" She had to swallow, before being able to spit the word out, disgusted, "-sex, then have it your way."

Holy shit, if only it was that easy. Pyro couldn�t help but laugh aloud, shaking his head slightly. She really was one funny girl, wasn�t she? Earlier that day, she hadn�t even tried to escape his touch in the end and now all the sudden, it was as if he was� raping her. Tempting thought; he did want to humiliate her, right?

But no, not like that. That wouldn�t have been humiliating to Rogue. To her, it would�ve been an easier way out, she would�ve made a martyr out of herself. She was a girl, after all. "No, Rogue, honey, it doesn�t work like that."

The back of her head still against his stomach, she frowned. The confused look on her face sent a nasty jolt into his groin, the kind that made his pants feel too small to be worn. How could it be that she looked so angelic even when she was practically offering to have sex with him to get it over and done? One of life�s little mysteries.

"Then how does it work? You want me to play your little slave and fill every wish of yours?" She questioned with defiant voice, making a face. "Yes master, no master." She was going as far as mocking him? I�ll be damn.

"No."

"You do realize we�re at school, John", Rogue noted in a sour kind of way. He noticed the name she had used, but didn�t say anything. "We�ll get expelled for this and I have no place to go. You thought about that?"

He smiled. A nice try to wake up his sympathy, but not quite working. Good one though. "I don�t care. Now be quiet and get up." When she didn�t move right away, he grabbed her hair and pulled the girl on her feet to show her he had meant it. Calmly, he kicked the chair aside and he pushed Rogue forward till her back met the edge of the table. Hands on her waist, he gazed into her eyes.

Now she was starting to hesitate. She was scared, wasn�t she? Didn�t know what the hell was going on. "You said you don�t want sex� Then what do you want?" She tried to keep her voice steady, but it wasn�t working � she was running out of options. This sure as hell didn't look like not-wanting-sex to her�

"You do have a lot to learn, Rogue." Without a warning, he grabbed her ass getting a new, surprised whimper out of her mouth and dropped the girl onto the table. The sudden movement made Rogue grab a fistful of his shirt to stay balanced, but she couldn�t let go even after she was sitting again.

"I didn�t say I don�t want sex", Pyro explained parting her legs with his own body, "I just said it doesn�t work like that."

Another wave of shivers trembled her body. "Like what?"

"You letting me do whatever I want without�" He leaned closer, whispering the words into her ear as his hands climbed up her sides to her breasts again. She bit her lip to keep the whimper in, but he only had to grab her breast roughly to get it out. "Without.. what?" She whispered, eyes pressed shut. Obviously, she didn�t want to look at him.

"Without you doing your part of the work", he answered, "You know, call it participating. Open your eyes."

Nothing.

"Fuck, open your eyes", he told with a bit demanding voice than he head meant to. You're supposed to stay cool, the boy reminded himself and swallowed the urge to raise his voice to get the girl do as she was told. "I�m not telling you again." This time his voice actually was a lot calmer.

Slowly she obeyed.

"Good." Something was wrong with the picture� ah of course. "Now, let�s get rid of this top", Pyro said, trying to pull the top over her head. She didn't fight back, but she didn't make it any easier to him either. Fuck, why did she have to make it so damn difficult? "Lift the goddamn arms, Rogue."

Again, nothing.

Within only a second, he had already entangled his hand with her hair, forcing her to bend her neck. The little bitch would learn the day's lesson. His mouth crashed against her neck, piercing the skin with his teeth. He bit harder and harder until he finally felt the calming taste of blood enter his mouth. Pulling his head back and letting go of his hair, he looked at her. Her head was still bent back, as if she didn�t have strength to lift it.

"Consider that as a warning, Rogue," Pyro hissed, placing his hand to the nape of her neck once more and forcing her head to straighten.

He had no clue whatsoever what was going on in her head, but it didn't bother him that much. Rolling the top up and after few butterfly kisses greeted her neck, he pulled the unneeded piece of clothing over her head tossing it aside� boy, he could do nothing but enjoy himself as he noticed that Rogue's body indeed was responding to his touches, even though the girl herself still refused to do so.

And he? He wanted to be the one to tame her.

Then, Pyro surprised the girl by leaning closer and taking one hardened nibble into his mouth. Rogue drew in a breath with her back bending into a curve. God, how beautiful she was� When her head almost touched the table underneath her, he forced her to sit up again. To every massaging movement her breast received, she responded by whimpering and automatically trying to bend her back, but every time his hands behind her back forced the girl to straighten up again.

"God�" She muttered underneath her breathe and the smirk came to his lips unintentionally. If that was what he wanted to call her�

Playing with one nibble between his fingers, he brought his other hand up to brush her cheek to signal her to open her eyes that had once again been shut. Nasty little habit of hers� one that had to be get rid of. After what seemed like forever, her eyes finally opened. "Rogue, I don�t want to have sex with you", husky voice spoke, "I want you to fuck me."

To her, there was no difference. Shattering the eye contact, she looked away as if she had only now realized what was going on outside her mind. "Oh god", was all she could mutter out again. Wrapping her hands around her body to cover her naked front, she gasped for air, tears floating down her cheeks.

"I�m not asking you", he whispered to her ear licking the side of her neck, moving his tongue to wipe off the salty drops on her face. "I�m simply telling you." Then the tongue moved to lick her bottom lip before slipping into her mouth. At first he got no counter-reaction, but as he tore her hands to her sides, her tongue was suddenly brought to life. Only against his expectations, it wasn't trying to seal his tongue out� it was more like inviting it to come further.

Not that he was complaining.

After few minutes, Pyro gave her a breathing moment, but only to pull his own shirt over his head. Noticing her gaze had left his again, he lifted her chin up with strong fingers. "Keep your eyes open, Rogue", he ordered, "and get on your back."

"What?"

"Don�t ask questions", he told and obeying, she did as she was told. Lying there on her back, legs spread and with nothing to cover her upper-body� she looked gorgeous. Wow, it was much, much� much easier than he had anticipated it to be, wasn't it? Where were all the screams and smacks, huh? Could it be that the cunt had been seeing naughty fantasies not only about her boyfriend, but about him too? It sure seemed so.

What a dirty little whore she was.

Did he mind though? No.

"Good girl. Now, do me a favor and lift your ass a bit." She hesitated again, not understanding what was happening. Jesus, had she never watched X-rated movies? "Right this minute, Rogue." And so she did it and received a somewhat pleased nod. Not removing the skirt, he slid her panties off letting them fall on the floor beside them.

When his finger met her inner-tight, her breathing got even more irrational. He hadn't thought it could be possible, but obviously it was. The growing feeling inside his pants was getting physically painful - her fault, for being so fucking desirable.

All he wanted was to finish what they had started� but there was something he needed to know first. "Tell me, Rogue, has he ever touched you� like this?" A finger approached her vagina� and stopped just when she thought it would sink into her depths. She shrieked, but he didn't know if it was because of disgust towards what he was doing� or because of disappointment.

"Tell me."

He only stared at her face enjoying what he saw. It looked like� like she was miserably losing the inner-fight she was having with her own conscience. Good. The sooner the better. They didn't have all day, after all. Well no, he did, but someone might come looking for her� Bobby, most likely. And just what would Bobby say if he found them in a position like this, hmm?

"�No", the word came out as she tried to breath in. The smirk on his lips only got more and more malicious. It was time to mark her. "Tell me, has he ever done this?"

� oh my god. It was a tongue Rogue felt entering her hole. At first, she felt like crossing her legs to keep him away, but as he had predicted her reaction, a pair of firm hands kept them in their place. Only one word rang in her ears� his name. His real name.

The tongue licked her insides causing her shiver and tremble, gasp and pant. Finally the sensation was too big for her to handle and so she grabbed his hair all the sudden, forcing him to look up at her. He did it with much pleasure� licking her navel while doing so. The sensation was only increasing.

"Don�t", she said swallowing, trying to keep the words inside.

Don't? Don't what? Grabbing her arms, he pulled her up again. A mouth crashed against hers - teeth colliding with teeth. "Why� not?" He asked in between the violent kisses. Everything in her being told him she wanted it� only her mind disagreed.

"Don�t� play with me� Do it. Just do it."

Aha, so she wanted the easy way out. No, she wanted him� but made it seem as if he was only forcing himself on her. Made him look like the bad guy, of course. No, no, Rogue. If she wanted it� she'd have to beg for it. Really beg for it, rather than that lame attempt.

"Wouldn�t be fun that way, would it?" He questioned laughing. Her defiance had obviously found its way back to the girl, because she only stared into his eyes saying: "Go to hell."

He didn't think, only acted on his instincts. The hand rose and though she knew what was going to happen, she couldn�t move. So instead, Rogue felt the fist make a painful connect with the side of her face. The next thing she felt, was blood. Turning to look at Pryo with cold stare she lifted her fingers to touch the corner of her mouth. Not saying a word, she wiped the warm substance off and her gaze left his only to look at the blood on her fingers. Then, it returned to his eyes again.

He had thought he'd see hatred of some sort. But he didn't. Anger� passion and lust, even. But not hate.

When had that happened?

She didn't say anything. Not even when she grabbed his shirt, pulled the surprised boy closer to her and wrapped her legs around his waist. Rogue knew it was a game to him and that she was losing� but who the fuck cared?

There were dozens of witty remarks he could've made. Yet, he made none.

This time it was Rogue who closed his mouth into a flaming kiss. She was a good kisser, he had to give her that. At least Bobby had taught her something, right? The thought amused him, yeah, but it also made him dig his nails deeper into her back.

Then it happened. "I� I don't want to do it like this", she said interrupting the kiss.

What the fuck? A wave of frustration swept through him and it was a close call he didn't go and slap her again. He had thought she had got over that one already. What did she mean she didn't want it this way? Was he supposed to serenade her, tell her how much he fucking loved her? Guess what, lover? He didn't.

"Rogue-" the hiss was cut off by Rogue's fingers touching his lips. No explanation given, the girl dropped herself on the floor. She was standing so close to Pyro that she could truly feel his respond against her clothes... Sure, she loved Bobby. Sure, she wanted him. But unlike he thought, she sure as hell wasn't going to beg� fine. She wasn't going to beg anymore. Once was enough.

Through it all, she stared straight into his eyes. With trembling fingers, he unzipped his trousers and pushed them down to his ankles. His underwear got the same treatment spreading a sense of relief into his groin� but it wasn't enough. Pyro had noticed how her intense stare had not faltered, not even when she had got rid of his underwear and that partly amused him� and partly amazed.

The girl simply turned around rather calmly and laid her hands on the table.

For a minute there Pyro could do nothing but stare at her back trying to understand� Holy shit. That was a fucking invitation, wasn't it? Oh boy.

"You know, Rogue� if I didn't know you better, I might think you're asking me to fuck you", he spoke as he lifted her skirt. She responded by only pushing her ass closer to him. It wasn't how he had planned it to go� but at that point, the feeling of need� desire� heat� it was overwhelming.

And so, he guided his member to her opening and wrapped her waist with both hands to make sure she wasn't going to change her mind and run away. That was an option not available to her anymore. Bending down to lick her back, he bit her skin making her whimper again. God, he truly loved the sound of her whimpers�

All it took was one single thrust to push through her hymen; to make her scream.

What she called out was his name. His real name.

He had won.
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