Christmas Gift

Title: Christmas Gift (2/3)
Author: Wyzeguy
Universe: X-Men Evolution
Pairing: Scott/Rogue
Summary: Following the events of "On Angel's Wings", Scott and Rogue find themselves getting even closer.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language; Concentual sex between teenagers (but not minors, since Scott was 18 during the flashback sequence while Rogue was 17, which is legal in the state of New York).
Disclaimer: All characters herein are owned by Marvel Characters, Inc. I am making no money off of this; I'm simply exploring a possibility that exists in my head between two of my favorite characters. Please don't sue.


CHRISTMAS GIFT, Part Two
Wyzeguy

CHRISTMAS DAY, 2001
~Scott, Rogue,~ the telepathic voice of Professor Charles Xavier spoke into the heads of two of his students, This is a rather unusual hour for the two of you to venture into the Lower Levels. Is something the matter?~

Scott Summers and Rogue glanced at each other as they stood in the descending elevator. "Just a little accidental contact, sir," Scott replied aloud even as he transmitted the thought through the link. "Nothing major. Rogue has some optic energy to get rid of, so we're going to use the Danger Room. Nothing to worry about."

~I see,~ Xavier replied after an almost imperceptible pause. ~In that case, I trust the two of you to be responsible and to use your better judgment.~

The two teenagers stood in the elevator in silence for the rest of its trip to the Danger Room level. It was possible that Charles had withdrawn his contact with their minds, but they couldn’t be certain. They tried to avoid thinking about the specifics of their “accidental contact”.

Consequently, that contact was all they could think about. Rogue had found herself evidencing a trace amount of the magnetic power she’d absorbed from Magneto earlier in the evening. That power had manifested as a thin magnetic field that had allowed Rogue’s skin to touch Scott’s. And the inevitable result was a heavy makeout session followed by oral sex.

But all of that had been more or less premeditated contact. The accidental part had come in when Rogue’s magnetism had run out. She’d absorbed a fraction of Scott’s power, and now she was wearing Scott’s ruby quartz sunglasses to hold back the concussive energy threatening to pour from her eyes.

“Think he’s stopped eavesdroppin’?” she asked Scott.

He shrugged. “I wish I knew.”

“Think he’s been keepin’ telepathic tabs on us all along?”

“…I hope not.”

Rogue looked around at her surroundings with her usual skepticism. “So let me get this straight,” she commented as she fidgeted with the gloves on her X-Men uniform. “Your master plan for comin’ down to the Danger Room was so we could be in a simulation of the mansion.”

Sure enough, she and Cyclops were carefully traversing one of the mansion’s upstairs hallways – specifically the girls’ dormitory wing. Cyclops had set up and run the simulated file without telling her what he was up to. “My master plan involves giving you a target so you’ll expend your power,” he explained now.

“Don’t you mean your power?” She pointed to the visor on her face, which Scott had swapped for her sunglasses, which he was now wearing.

“Details. Now keep your voice down.” He kept his own voice in quiet tones as they moved through the unlit hallway toward a corner. “They’re coming.”

“Who…?”

Three hovering drones, oval-shaped and bearing paintball turrets, floated around the corner and fixed their red optical sensors on the two X-Men.

Cyclops and Rogue dived to opposite sides of the hallway and rolled to avoid the drones’ barrage of paint balls. “Rogue, take them out,” Cyclops commanded, though he didn’t return their fire himself.

“Why don’t you do it?”

“This is your training exercise, not mine.”

Rogue pressed the trigger button on the side of the battle visor, opening up the ruby quartz lens and unleashing a powerful optic blast that took out both drones at the same time. “So why’re you down here in uniform with me?”

“Moral support,” Cyclops replied. “And to give you a few pointers on controlling your optic blasts.” He gestured at the hallway’s inside wall, through which Rogue had punched a massive hole with her optic blast. “Pointer Number One: try not to open the visor all the way.”

“Got rid of all the energy, didn’t I?” Rogue retorted as she inspected the damage. The diagonal angle of the blast had exposed the interiors of three dorm rooms, and debris was everywhere. All in all, it looked like a bomb had just gone off in the hallway. “I can see some upsides to this.”

Scott raised an eyebrow behind his glasses as Rogue removed her visor, handed it to him and entered one room in particular. “And what’re they?”

She glanced over her shoulder at him. “This is a fake mansion, so I didn’t do any actual damage. Hell, this is supposed to be my room, but everything in it’s generic.”

Scott chuckled. “The sim was based on generic floor plans of the mansion. I mean, if you’d like, I could do inventory of your actual room, to get all the details just right.”

She turned to him, giving him a flirty smile. “You’ll just use any ol’ excuse to go into my room.”

Scott took a few steps into the simulated bedroom, choosing his steps carefully amid the rubble. “And what if I did?”

Rogue closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him. “You can come in my room anytime.”

“The same room you share with Kitty Pryde?”

“She ain’t in this room, is she?”

He moved his face closer to hers, until his warm breath could be felt on her skin. “Exactly. Now you see my cunning master plan. This was why I selected this particular environment in the first place.”

Rogue stepped backward, pulling Scott with her until they were both lying on top of the simulated mattress. “So you can get me into a fake bed?”

“Mostly so I can try out a theory,” Scott replied, and rolled off of her. “Take off your uniform.”

She raised an eyebrow. “All of it?”

“It’s fewer layers than what you were wearing before, right?”

“Good point.” Flashing him her best seductive smile, she stood up from the bed and removed her gloves. She then slowly unzipped her uniform and peeled it off of her, giving him an impromptu striptease show.

Scott reclined on the bed, propping himself up with his elbows. He watched her with a sly smile as she stepped out of her boots and uniform and stood naked before him.

He glanced up at the ceiling. “Computer? Project a thin-membrane forcefield onto Designate: Rogue. Coordinate the field with her movements.”

The Danger Room’s computer complied, shining a beam of light onto Rogue that gave her body a slight glow.

She studied her skin with dawning comprehension. “A forcefield … kinda like my….”

“Kind of like the magnetic field you used back in the lake house,” Scott finished for her. “That’s what gave me the idea. And the computer synchs up with your movements, the way Kurt’s holo-watch works with his. Same principle.” Sitting up, he removed his glove and placed his bare hand on her stomach, moving his palm all the way up her body until it caressed her cheek.

Rogue drew in a shuddering breath as he did this, and as she held his hand in place, she moved even closer to him. “Fine. I just have one last question.” Her breath tickled his face.

“Yes?”

She reached around to search for the zipper in his uniform. “Why’re you still wearin’ that?”

“Can’t think of a reason.” Smiling, Scott unzipped his suit, and Rogue helped him peel out of it. In very little time, he was just as naked as she, except for his ever-present glasses.

Laying him on his back on the bed, she straddled his hips and pulled him in close for a deep, passionate kiss. His cock was getting hard; it brushed against her bare ass. "Now there’s nothin’ in the way anymore."

The kiss left the faint taste of his own semen in his mouth, and Scott debated the pros and cons of that as Rogue gripped his shaft and started stroking it to get it harder. It was still a bit sensitive from earlier when Rogue had used her mouth on him; now it very quickly returned to its former hardness as he and Rogue continued to french. He decided he could get used to the taste if it meant he could indulge in activities like this.

Soon, Rogue adjusted her position and guided his cock into her entrance. She began to sit down on him, and they both moaned at the feeling of him entering her.

It took a while, but they went in a lot further than Scott expected. "Shouldn't there be a...?"

"A hymen?" Rogue snickered. "Sugar, I got a vibrator. Think some flimsy little barrier's gonna survive that?"

"Guess not...." And now Scott had the mental image of her in her actual bed at night, pleasuring herself with a vibrating device that may or may not have been larger than the real thing. But before he could agonize over whether or not he measured up, Rogue settled down on him all the way and twisted her hips the tiniest bit. The sensation completely incinerated his train of thought.

She whimpered, her voice laced with pleasure. "An' ... an' you know what I do when I ... use that vibrator?" She raised her hips, pulling him out partway. "I think of you, Scott. I-I imagine it's you ... deep inside me."

Scott raised his own hips to meet her descent. He closed his eyes as he filled her once again; the two of them repeated their movements until they built up a steady rhythm. Between their actions and Rogue's words, Scott's blood was boiling with lust.

"I imagine you're fuckin' me..." she went on, pumping her hips as she held onto his chest. "Fillin' me up ... ohhh ... makin' me so ... soooo ... hot!"

They picked up speed. Scott cupped her warm breasts with his hands and massaged them, exploring them while Rogue urged him on.

"Just like ... that ... yeah, c'mon, Scott, fuck me ... fuck me...."

Her body started shaking on top of him, and she held onto him even tighter. Scott opened his eyes and watched her as every muscle in her body tremored -- especially the ones surrounding his cock.

She was coming. He was making her come. But before he could enjoy that thought too much, he realized he was about to come as well. He lifted her hips and slid out of her, rolling her onto her back on the bed. He sat up and pumped his shaft; long streams of semen spurted from his cock, splashing her pussy, inner thigh, hip, and stomach.

Rogue watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he emptied himself on her hot body. “Y’know,” she commented, breathing heavily, “I woulda let you come in me.”

Catching his breath, Scott eyed her curiously. “But what if I got you pregnant…?”

“Well, there’s that, I guess. But now we got a mess to clean up.” Grabbing the edge of the simulated bed’s top blanket, she used it to wipe up the semen on her skin. She wouldn’t have stained her own bed that way, but luckily this wasn’t her bed. “So wait, what happens to the stain when this whole illusion disappears?”

Scott pondered this as he put his uniform back on. “Good question. It’d probably still be there, and we’d have to explain a puddle of genetic material left on the Danger Room floor.” Getting an idea, he aimed his visor at the stained spot and unleashed a tight-beamed optic blast. The stain was incinerated, along with that part of the simulated blanket.

Rogue flinched. “Damn! A little warning next time?”

“Sorry.” Now fully dressed, Scott sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at Rogue, who was still naked. “So … are you gonna to get dressed?”

She waved a dismissive hand with what little energy she had left. “Nah, I’m fine. I’m perfectly relaxed.”

“We can’t stay down here, you know.”

She frowned. “I know. But just a little longer. I-I don’t think I’m ready to give this up just yet.” She pulled him onto her, embracing him. “You gave me this … this gift, but tomorrow….”

Scott buried his nose in the aroma of her sweaty hair. “Tomorrow you’re afraid we’ll act like nothing ever happened.”

“Isn’t that the plan? Have your fun with me, then forget about it when ev’rybody else is around?” She sounded scared, on the verge of tears.

“Shhh … you said it yourself, Rogue: Let's not ruin this with what may or may not happen afterward. Let's just enjoy what we have right now."

“All right,” Rogue replied, though Scott could tell she wasn’t as ready to accept that as she wanted to be.

The two of them laid in bed, entangled together in the silence of the dark room. Neither moved; they just listened to each other’s breathing.

“Scott?” Rogue spoke after some time had passed.

“Hmmm?”

“Merry Christmas.” The way she said it, Scott had the nagging feeling she’d wanted to say something else. Something more intimate.

“Merry Christmas to you too, Rogue.”

He had to admit, he liked the way this felt.

JUNE, 2008
Scott felt as if his mind were being ripped apart.

The fiery aura that comprised Jean Grey's Phoenix effect had expanded in size to encase Scott and Rogue as well. As Scott writhed in agony from the Phoenix's mental invasion, he was dimly aware of his X-Men teammates launching an assault. He tried to focus on that, on Storm's lightning bolts, Colossus' superstrong punches, Iceman's freezing blasts, and Beast's powerful kicks. It was a pleasant alternative to focusing on the tidal wave of chaotic memories being dragged out of his head.

Peripheral movement caught his attention, and Cyclops glanced to the side to see Shadowcat leaping toward them, clearly about to rescue them by phasing through the Phoenix's forcefield. Trouble was, the Phoenix knew what he knew, and she turned off Kitty's intangibility as soon as Shadowcat touched the forcefield. Kitty screamed.

"Why are you helping them?" the Phoenix demanded, telekinetically freezing the X-Men in place around her. "Why are you trying to stop me from finding out the truth about them? That Scott Summers, for all that he pretends to be the knight in shining armor, is willing to throw away a friendship the moment some ... some tramp finds out she can touch him!"

Rogue's screams intensified. "And you," the Phoenix ground out as the turned to face the younger woman. "You've absorbed all those people, stolen all those minds ... including mine! I want that piece of my mind back!" She reached out -- with her real hands -- and dug her fingernails into Rogue's temple.

That more than anything else focused Cyclops' mind, spurring him into action. "Jean! Listen to me! You have to listen to me!"

"Why should I listen to you? Why should I care what you have to say when you've been fucking her all these years? How can I trust you?"

"Jean, none of that happened. All these images you're pulling from my mind -- you can't tell fantasy from reality!"

She was incredulous. "You want to see reality? This is reality, for everyone to see!" Wisps of flame shot from the Phoenix effect and shaped themselves into a pair of humanoid figures, manifestations of what all the X-Men were seeing in their minds. The detail on the figures was sculpted away until they were unmistakably images of a younger Scott and Rogue. 'Rogue' was kneeling in front of 'Scott'; 'her' head was bobbing along the length of 'his' shaft. "This is what they've been doing!"

The flame images twisted around each other and reshaped themselves into 'Rogue' straddling 'Scott' as 'he' lied on a bed. Another twist of flame, and 'Rogue' was on 'her' hands and knees, being drilled from behind by 'Scott'. More scenarios and positions followed, each more intense than the last. "Even after Scott got together with me," the Phoenix went on, "he continued to carry on with her behind my back. They kept using the Danger Room. They found other ways to touch. Well, no more. This is going to stop. They ... are going to stop."

"Jean, listen to me!” Cyclops shouted. “You have to calm down; you're going to kill us!"

The Phoenix smiled. "I certainly hope so."

"No! No, you don't, Jean. As upset as you are, you've never wanted to see anyone hurt. No matter what's happened, you still don't."

Jean's eyes widened. The fiery sculptures of Scott and Rogue dissipated. "Scott...?"

"Listen to the sound of my voice. Find your center. You can reassert your control over your power. Please, Jean ... trust me."

Tears filled her eyes, but they were amost instantly evaporated. "I ... I want to. Scott, I'm scared...."

"You can control this, Jean. You can keep from hurting anyone else. You can--"

"No, I can't." Her voice quivered. "Scott, I can't control this. I can't control what's in my head. All these thoughts, emotions--"

"You can, Jean. Just ... just listen to the sound of my voice."

"No!" She punctuated her outburst by flaring up her Phoenix effect, launching the X-Men in all directions away from her. The flare-up also incinerated Scott's visor.

"I can't control this forever," Jean whispered, cupping his face in her hands. "It's ... it's stronger than me. It always has been. I can't ... I can't do this anymore. I don't want anyone else to suffer."

Scott's eyes were wide with more than just fear; his optic blasts were held back by her telekinesis alone. "Jean, please ... trust me...."

"I do, Scott. I love you. Which is why I want you to be the one to end it." Her fingertips caressed the edges of his eyelids. "I'm glad I finally got to see your eyes."

She released her telekinetic grip. His concussive beams tore her body apart.

TO BE CONCLUDED