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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 – in this chapter just violence and light sexual
situations
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. I own Catalyst,
but feel free to borrow her; she’s a good time for all. I’m not making any
money off this, but I should be. Compared to those self-indulgent chick-lit
novels, this definitely deserves to earn money for the author.
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 “Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones as this is a very
politically charged chapter.
Dedication: To Miss Kilis Wale for the lovely reviews she
gave me for each chapter today.
Notes: Fanfiction dot net has really been giving me
a lot of problems lately with uploading. I had to code the last chapter in html
directly onto the site. That sucked. Hopefully, this chapter will go down more
smoothly. I visited a wine store that sells only Australian wine in the making
of this chapter. Who knew there were so many wineries in South Eastern
Australia? Many thanks to my diligent editor KumaDaPuma. She helps make this story possible. Also, many thanks
to Ian McKellen for being so damn
hot. He makes me wish I was a guy and gay, just so I could have a shot with
him. Why can’t he be bisexual? But I digress.
Chapter Twenty:
Unbottled War, Canned Love
Pyro:
Pyro was
sure that he was scarred for life. He wished he had been born blind so he would
never have seen the image of Magneto, his leader who he greatly respected,
fucking Rogue on his desk. It was…. horrible.
He couldn’t seem to erase vision of Rogue clutching her breasts and turning
beat red as Magneto stood there stark still with his finger in her… Pyro threw
up a little in his mouth. He was reminded of that lousy play Professor Xavier
had made him read: “Oedipus” something where the guy is sleeping with his mother
and then gouges out his own eyes in disgust. Pyro wished he could gouge out his
eyes to erase the memory, but he knew it wouldn’t help.
Pyro walked
back into the kitchen where several of the Brotherhood’s members were eating
lunch and had wondered what the loud noises they heard were. Pyro had been the
one sent to investigate. He returned with his mouth hanging open. He clutched
the door frame for support.
“What was
it?” Mystique asked over her BLT sandwich. Pyro’s distant, glazed eyes turned
to her and his mouth tried to form words only to give up and look down at the
floor.
“Pyro?”
Catalyst asked.
“Um… you
don’t want to know guys.” The mutants who were eating lunch exchanged glances.
“Is everyone
alright?” Callisto, the girl with super speed, asked.
“Yeah.
Everyone but me.” Pyro replied, picking his lighter out of his pocket and
holding it tightly in his fist for moral support.
“If you’re
not going to explain, I’ll just go have a look for myself.” Mystique rose from
the table and walked to the door where Pyro put a hand on her shoulder and
stopped her.
“I wouldn’t
do that if I was you.” He looked her directly in her yellow eyes and willed her
to understand.
“Why?” She
asked.
“Those
screams we heard…” Pyro hinted.
“Yes?”
“They were
Rogue’s. Only they weren’t screams of pain. They were…” Pyro didn’t want to
finish this sentence but everyone starred back at him clueless. “They were
going at it. Like rabbits.”
“They?”
Callisto asked.
“Magneto and
Rogue.” Pyro answered.
“Oh, dear
god!” Catalyst had known the two were a couple but she couldn’t believe those
god awful screams could be from the two making love.
“No way.”
Multiple Man shouted.
“That’s…
that’s… disgusting.” Callisto said.
“You’ve got
to be kidding. He’s kidding. Right?” Juggarnaut asked.
“Nope. I saw
them with my own eyes.” Pyro told them.
“All the
crashing and banging we heard?” Mystique asked hesitantly, not wanting to know
the answer.
“It was
rough. Real rough. They were on the desk.” Pyro answered.
“Don’t say
anymore. I think I’m gonna throw up.” Callisto said.
“I can’t
believe it. Rogue, that hot teen X-Men chick, and Magneto? Isn’t he like 50
years older than her?” Multiple Man was still in disbelief.
“Yup.” Pyro
replied.
“And doesn’t
she have that skin thing?” Multiple Man asked.
“Yup.”
“Okay,
that’s it. I can’t eat lunch.” Callisto got up and threw out her sandwich and
walked out of the kitchen. Pyro watched her go, echoing her feeling. He knew he
wasn’t going to try to finish eating lunch now. He might not be up for dinner
later either. As he left the kitchen he saw Mystique standing there, her hands
on hips and her yellow eyes cold with fury.
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Pyro and Rogue:
Now that
everyone in the Brotherhood of Mutants knew Rogue was sleeping with their
leader, she got even more curious looks than she had before as the pathetic
guest who couldn’t control her powers. But she also got a bit of respect as
well. Suddenly her presence made more sense, even if it did conjure up images
that no one found pleasant. However, Rogue’s growing friendship with Pyro was
forever changed.
Pyro and
Rogue continued to hang out together and be pals but there was an invisible
wall between them that was Rogue’s relationship with Magneto. It was never
discussed and never brought up. Whenever Magneto was mentioned it was kept to a
strictly professional basis. And whenever something about sex or love came up,
both steered the conversation clear to make sure they were talking about other
people, not themselves. Finally, Rogue couldn’t take the strain this put on
their friendship.
“Pyro, I’m
sorry.” She addressed him one day while they were watching re-runs of ‘The
Office’ in the common room. “I’m sorry that you had to see what you saw.” Pyro
didn’t turn to look at her but continued to watch Steve Carroll on TV.
“Don’t worry
about it. At least you weren’t caught with boss Michael Scott like Jan was.” He
said referring to the characters on the show. Rogue laughed remembering the
hilarity that ensued. “Besides before you it was Mystique and Magneto. But I
don’t think they ever had as much chemistry. Or at least I never walked in on
them.” Rogue appreciated Pyro’s attempt to lighten the conversation but she
couldn’t shake the memory of Mystique’s glaring yellow eyes warning her about
Magneto.
“So any
other romances going on at the Brotherhood?” She asked like a teen looking for
the latest gossip.
“Well, Multiple
Man is always dating several women. He cheats a lot. You can never be sure he’s
not screwing someone else. At exactly the same time.” At that, Rogue and Pyro
broke out into fits of laughter.
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Magneto:
The
inevitable had happened and the war had begun. It started accidentally only
five hundred miles from the Brotherhood’s headquarters. In the city of Boston, policemen entered
into a fire fight with a mutant gang of teens who had been going on a petty
burglary spree. The exact details of what occurred are lost in history, but
when the dust had cleared four policeman and two mutants’ ages 14 and 16 were
dead. Boston
became the hotbed of the conflict between mutants and humans and every group on
both sides rushed to the city.
Tempers were
high when the fatal shot was fired. A mutant congressman by the name of Perry
Gabrio was gunned down in cold blood by an anti-mutant extremist group called
The Hand of God. The Hand of God was a right-wing conservative group that
believed mutants were an abomination to god. They felt that mutants were a
lesser race and that only humans had been created in the image of God. Rumors
had it that The Hand of God was financed by powerful conservative evangelical
ministers who had ties to the Bush Administration.
With the
death of Gabrio, Boston became a battleground
and there was constant battle between the US forces and mutants. The small
presence of the badly diminished National Guard attempted to maintain control
but their numbers were too small since the majority of their forces were still
overseas in Iraq.
As the battle in Boston
grew larger, riots in other major cities gained momentum. Soon mutants planned
gorilla strikes against military bases throughout the country. Congress passed
the Anti-Mutant Registration Act but the law came as too little too late.
President Bush declared a state of emergency throughout the country and raised
the terror alert to Code Red. Talk began about intern camps for mutants and
with each day America
fell further into chaos.
Overnight the membership of the
Brotherhood swelled to approximately 30,000 mutants. They came from every walk
of life, from every state in the union to the doors of Brotherhood’s branches
throughout the country. Magneto had no way of accommodating all the new
applicants and providing them with training. His work load multiplied and he spend
more and more time working with Professor Kojak and several other newly
appointed Lieutenants to develop training programs for the new mutants. He hand
picked several new combat coordinators to undertake strategic missions to
obtain military ordinance and equipment from the American Armed Forces.
Outside the US conditions were not nearly as
bad for mutants and many fled the country. In the Europe Union for instance
mutants were given equal rights under law. However, America’s conflict was slowly spreading
abroad and mutants in every country began to feel unwelcome. President Bush had
negotiated with Prime Minister Tony Blair of England
so that England was passing
its own mutant registration act and war threatened to break out in the United Kingdom.
Magneto had already received several offers from English mutants to help start
Brotherhood branches there.
As Magneto’s Brotherhood of Mutants
grew, he found himself thinking often of Charles’ X-Men. The days when the
X-Men could fight crime and spout a pacifist philosophy of mutant and human
co-existence were numbered. Erik wondered how long it would be till the US
Government shut the school down. He worried about Storm’s ability to be a
wartime leader. The X-Men could have greatly used Charles Xavier’s exemplary
persuasion skills. Without him, Erik wasn’t sure how long they would last. He
found himself very melancholy for his ex-lover and late friend.
Charles had told Erik he would
always be there when he was in his plastic prison. What had gone wrong?
Admittedly the return of Jean Grey was not something either of them had
expected. Magneto had tried to make the best of the situation; tried to use
Jean for his cause and get some purpose out of his friend’s death. But in the
end Magneto had been guilty of even more hubris than Charles. Magneto had been
right about the war. But Charles had been right about Jean. And now where were
they? Charles and Jean were dead. And Magneto had a war to fight that was
quickly escalating out of proportion.
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Magneto and Rogue:
“No speaking until I have finished
everything I have to say. Do you understand? Then you will get a chance to
speak your opinion.” Magneto knew after the incident over the vaccine that it
was not smart to keep Rogue in the dark anymore about the Brotherhood’s plans. So
several weeks after the war began he sat Rogue down on the couch across from
him in his study. He found he was nervous about what her opinion would be and
he knocked the metal stress relief balls of his Newton’s Cradle on his desk back and forth
unconsciously with his powers.
“Yes, I understand.” It had taken
Rogue some time to come around to the idea of distributing the vaccine for the
Cure. But their fight and subsequent make-up sex had helped to change her
feelings on the matter. Again Rogue decided she would start to contribute to
the Brotherhood. So she was trying to get herself used to following his orders
and she replied back quickly.
“No matter what I say, absolutely
no speaking until I am through.” His crystal ice blue eyes bore into hers and
Rogue remembered the way he spoke to her when she was his prisoner before the
Statue of Liberty. She wondered momentarily if she was about to be placed in a
similar situation.
“Okay.”
“By 2050 mutants will make up 50%
of the population. By 2060 more mutants will be born than humans. Did you know
that?” Marie wasn’t sure if she was supposed to answer or if the question was
rhetorical. She shook her head no.
“With the war starting between
mutants and humans it will be many years before our two groups can ever hope to
coexist in peace. I am not sure if that will ever be possible. Mutants are the
superior species and humans do not seem inclined to give up their hegemony over
the Earth anytime soon. Mutants need a land they can call their own: a land
away from intolerance, prejudice, and genocide. A land where they can be free
to live without fear of oppression. A land where they can be free to live just
as God created them and can be properly educated on how to use their powers
safely. In this land Marie, you would never have had to go through the ordeals
you did to learn to control your mutation.”
He was a magnificent orator and
here sitting only a few feet across from him his voice encircled her and flowed
around her it’s melodious syllables and crisp timber causing his almost lyrical
words to have a hypnotic effect on Rogue. She wondered if he asked her to jump
off a bridge if she would be capable of stopping herself. She knew if he had
asked her to power the machine again, in this way, she would have been proud to
do it.
“So I set out to find a place where
such a land could be possible. It needed to be a place strategically
defendable, large enough to house the growing mutant population comfortably and
it needed to have a hospitable climate. At first I considered using California and having
Avalanche finish dislodging it from the continental US. But after a serious
discussion with other mutant leaders we decided no one really likes California.” Rogue
snorted out a laugh and Magneto gave her look that stopped her quickly.
“The only land that was of adequate
size and isolation was the island continent of Australia. Australia has a relatively small
population for a country of its size and natural resources: only 20 million
residents. It has self-sustaining resources for industry and food production.
Its climate is very hospitable and it is easily defendable with its Great Barrier Reef.”
“So Australia,
once the land where England’s
convicts were sent, was picked as the land for Mutants. Unlike the Jews and Israel we are unlikely to be given Australia by
the United Nations. Instead we will have obtain it and hold it while expelling
its native population. To that end, Catalyst and I came up with a plan to force
the government of Australia
to negotiate with us and hopefully to secede Australia without any bloodshed.”
Rogue couldn’t help but see Erik in her memories when he tried to move to Israel after
the holocaust only be denied residency because he was a mutant. She could tell
how much this would mean to him.
“Catalyst
has created an atomic bomb that will be stowed on the 747 we acquired and
transported to Australia
under the guise of a commercial airliner. The government of Australia will then be contacted and given an
ultimatum to relinquish control of the country to the Brotherhood or the bomb
will be exploded in the city of Sydney.
Catalyst-” Rogue stood up, unable to contain her horror.
“That’s mass
homicide. You’ll be as bad as all the people we’re fighting against. This
doesn’t sound like you at all Erik.” With unhurried movements Magneto rose from
his seat on the couch and his expression changed to one of barely contained
fury.
“What did I
say about waiting to speak until I had finished?” Rogue remembered his stipulation
too late. His eyes blazed with anger and he seemed about to strike her. She
felt fear course through her body, turning her stomach into knots. She was sure
he would hurt her for her disobedience. She cowered in front of him, waiting to
feel the jolt of his hand hit her. She waited and waited her nerves on edge and
her body taut with apprehension. She wanted to feel the pain. She wanted to
hurt.
It didn’t
come. He had never struck her in a rage before but he was not opposed to
reminding her who was in control. She felt two metal strips encircle her wrists
and pull her arms around her back, where the metal bracelets stuck together and
acted as a pair of handcuffs. With her arms held behind her back, Magneto used
the metal to push her back down to a sitting position. Rogue felt herself shake
with excitement at the fear he stirred in her. She was appalled by the strange
feeling of helplessness and submission that flooded her senses and electrified
her entire body.
“Now if I
may be allowed to continue uninterrupted… I was going to explain that Catalyst
has the ability to control and contain the nuclear explosion to target only
defensive installations. It will be used only as a deterrent; however it should
be sufficient enough to convince the Prime Minister of Australia to make
concessions. From there the Brotherhood will ally itself with two other
international mutant associations and the mutant dictator of Bangladesh to hold and defend Australia. It
will be a land mutants can immigrate to similar to what the United States
stood for to religious refugees. It is unlikely that either the U.S. government or the government of the United Kingdom will put up much of a fight to
regain it as they are still stuck in the quagmires of Iraq and Afghanistan. With the Mutant Human
Civil War in the US
that may well spread to other nations, there will be no one to stop us.”
Rogue didn’t
know what to say and did not offer any other arguments with Magneto about the
plan. It sounded almost feasible and Rogue was still reeling from the
experience of being bond in his formidable presence. She did not leave the
couch or request for the cuffs to be removed for several minutes.
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Magneto and Rogue:
You notice little things about a
person when you begin to sleep with them. Rogue didn’t know if it was because
she was spending so much time with Erik outside of their mentor student
relationship or if it was because she was paying more attention. For instance,
although Magneto had impeccable taste in food and was a fabulous chef, he had a
weakness for canned foods. Rogue understood why from his memories. Not only
were the cans made of his favorite material metal, but they were some of the
first food the Red Cross got to him when he was rescued from Auschwitz.
Rogue noticed that every time Erik saw
a can he would smile as though he was a child receiving a piece of candy for
good behavior. His favorite canned food was Del Monte Fruit Salad in Extra Lite
Syrup. Rogue knew he would sneak down after dinner two or three nights a week
to the kitchen to enjoy the canned fruit alone. She followed him once and
watched as he ate the contents of the can like it was his first decent meal in
months. She found that eccentric trait of his oddly endearing and she made sure
that Pyro and the other mutants never disturbed his canned fruit collection.
The more Rogue saw of Erik, the
less she noticed his age. The wrinkles seemed less defined the grey hair was
just a color, and a nice one at that. But this could be caused by her feelings
for him that had been steadily rising with each wild climax he gave her. She
didn’t like how she was losing perspective. She didn’t like how she eagerly
awaited every second alone with him or how she found herself watching him at
meals and having trouble paying attention to the other mutants when he was in
the room.
But as time
went by the nature of Rogue’s relationship with Magneto changed. He had been
increasingly absorbed by the running of the Brotherhood and the coordination of
its efforts in the Mutant Human Civil War. Magneto skipped meals to check in
with Catalyst on the status of her experiments. He would spend whole nights
locked in his study with Professor Jeri Kojak working out the details of the
interaction between the multiplying branches of the Brotherhood. Against her
better judgment Rogue grew jealous of the tall, leggy auburn-haired woman.
Professor Kojak had been Magneto’s lover once, Rogue knew that from his
memories, and she worried one of the those long evenings working together would
lead to Rogue losing another man.
There is a saying in love: once
broken never healed. And to an extent this was true of Marie. Bobby’s cheating
had broken her heart. And although Magneto’s skillful hands and charismatic
personality had done much to heal her wounds, the scars would never truly go
away. So between Mystique’s prophetic warning and Professor Kojak’s long
shapely legs, Rogue couldn’t help but worry.
To abate her worries and her
increased concern over the situation going on in the US for mutants, Rogue tried turning
to her old crutch. But, she had trouble finding any alcohol in the fortress
other than some beer Pyro had, that she felt guilty drinking and the bottle of
expensive award winning Belvedere Vodka that she knew was Erik’s favorite brand.
Rogue refused to risk sneaking some, knowing that he would somehow figure it
out and that he would not be as forgiving as Logan was about her drinking. A quiet tiny
voice in her head told her to drink the vodka just to make him angry, just to
make him discipline her again in that sexy, thrilling, and frightening way he
had in his study. This voice stunned Rogue and she did her best to stifle it.
Instead, Rogue threw herself into
doing work for the Brotherhood. She helped to organize and coordinate the
campaign to distribute the vaccine for the Cure to mutants everywhere. Time was
of the essence now, as the war had already begun. Meanwhile she began to work
out aggressively at the gym taking out her frustrations on herself by pushing
herself farther and farther on the treadmill till every muscle in her body
screamed so loudly in her mind she was incapable of worrying. Her concerns
faded away to the sounds of counting: miles left, minutes left, laps, pushups,
sets, and weights. When the exertion at the gym wasn’t enough she would find
Magneto and initiate one of their frantic, passionate love-making sessions. The
longer her concerns went unanswered the more the time she spent between the
sheets trying to forget she had them.
As Rogue and Magneto’s sex life
heated up, there other interactions seemed to cool down. Gone was all the fun
banter and joking that had once passed between them. Gone was the warm
welcoming look in Erik’s eyes when she interrupted his work. Gone were all his
diatribes on why she should enjoy opera and old movies like “The Godfather”.
Gone were his corrections of her grammar. She would say “y’all” and “na ugh”
just to try to get a rise out of him but he never seemed to notice. Marie began
to wonder what had gotten to him. What had changed?
In bed he
was the ultimate attentive lover, understanding just what she wanted and
anticipating how she wanted it. From his memories, she knew the positions and
moves he liked best and between the two they were perfectly matched. The minute
they began to touch till they were breathing raggedly, collapsed against each
other Magneto paid complete attention to her. She saw it in the way his eyes
looked at her and the way he smiled at her. He was not distant from her in bed.
But every where else he was hardly aware of her.
“Have you heard anything I just said?” She
asked one day as he sat at his desk working on the Brotherhood’s expense
reports.
“Yes, you
were talking about trying to get Storm to fix the ozone layer over Australia after
we invade it.” He didn’t look up from the ledger.
“That was
ten minutes ago. I was just asking you why you never pay attention to me
anymore.” She had her hands on her hips and her long hair flowed down in front
of her shoulders. Magneto thought she looked beautiful when she was angry, but
he would never tell her that.
“I have been
occupied with waging a war Rogue. I am sorry if I have not had any free time
for you lately.” But he wasn’t sorry. He had been doing it on purpose and he
hated the look of hurt that formed on her pretty face.
“Couldn’t
you take just a few minutes each day to talk to me?”
“Do you
mind? I need to balance these books now. Mutant supremacy doesn’t come cheap.”
Magneto went back to his work. He had no way to answer her without letting her
know that he had been trying to detach himself from her for weeks. She turned away
from him and starred at the empty fireplace. No blaze occupied its chamber.
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Notes: Let me
apologize to anyone I may have offended including but not limited to right-wing
conservatives, Israel,
evangelicals, and the inhabitants of Australia. No harm or insult is
meant by this story. All the details of it were invented just to show an
interesting and convincing story about Rogue and Magneto. I do not condone
terrorism, invasion of Australia,
or the taking of land that belongs to others. This is a fictional story and
Magneto is a complex, troubled man whose people are being discriminated against
and killed in acts of genocide. The events that happen in this story are purely
fictional and purely for the advancement of plot and the writing of plausible
smut.
My story has taken on a life all its own. It’s like its own
cult. As one fan told me it’s her “anti-drug” and several others have expressed
how much it has taught them about sex. It even inspired some fan fiction of
it’s own from KumaDaPuma. Wow, I
never anticipated this from my humble little idea I had on a Thursday about two
weeks ago. Amazing.
Preview: Smut
time again. Marie likes it when Erik disciplines her. She likes it when he
hurts her because she is hurting inside.
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