Sins of the Father

Sins of the Father Chapter Twenty Four (NC-17)
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Rogue gave the heavy bag one final, brutal roundhouse kick and smiled in grim satisfaction as it jumped on it's chains, little flakes of plaster falling from the ceiling with her impact. The gym smelled faintly of fire still, the circulation in the space not as good as in the rest of the mansion, the smoky odor from the Danger Room incident mingling with sweat, chalk dust and something she guessed was socks. Everyone had their own pursuits that morning so she had the gym to herself, something she was exceedingly grateful for. Just a few hours before, she had caught Lance hanging around the hallway between her room and Amara's, skulking to use Kitty's phrase for it. _Everyone is acting fucking insane lately...I blame the new kids. Too many of 'em too soon... _ She padded over to the bench along the far wall where she had left her bottle of water and towel. She did not mind most of the new people-they pretty much blended in and adapted to the dynamics of the Institute without a fuss. It seemed to be an unspoken rule that no one messed with the Firsts, the name she had hear applied to the group that had been there since the beginning, little cliques forming within the larger group as was the way of all schools, but no one attempting to breach the tight circle that was the Firsts. She smirked at that as she sank down onto the low bench to take a swig from her bottle. She liked being a big fish in a small pond sometimes. The only ones that really bugged her, she reflected, were Annie, Aggie, Ernie and Poena. The way Amara had taken to Poena made Rogue shudder. It was almost like the Nova Roman was obsessed with this new girl, protecting her from the rest of the Institute. The passing thought that she might be cultivating yet another sexual kink with Lance flitted through her mind before being quickly dismissed with a moue of distaste and another swig of water.
"Whatcha up to, sweetness?" Todd caroled as he hopped-literally-through the doorway. "Took me long enough to track you down!" He was grinning from ear to ear, landing in a semi-crouch a few feet from her. "Got the room to myself for the next few hours. Wanna come...talk?" He wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully.
Rogue grinned and rolled her eyes. "Where'd Lance run off to now? I thought he was going to help Forge in the garage." She moved the towel out of the way so Todd could sit next to her. By her reckoning, her safe time was up in three hours. She had gotten tracking her ovulation down to a near science and was quickly becoming adept at learning how to figure it down the smallest increment of time thanks to Beast's test strips and some tricky math. _And who said you'd never need algebra? _
"Ah, Lance has a cunning plan." Todd made a locking motion of his lips, ending their discussion of his roommate summarily. "So...alone time? You and me and a nice, mostly clean bed? And a locking door?"
She giggled softly and stretched her legs, rotating then counter rotating her ankles as she pretended to give it some thought. "Well, I guess so..." She glanced up at him and found she had to catch her breath sharply. It was like her blood had burst into flames in a moment, heated need coursing through her veins. From the looks of things, he felt the same way. Todd stared at her strangely, his breath coming in short gasps as his skin flushed darkly. "Todd..." She did not have a chance to finish the sentence.
Todd felt like a switch had been flipped in his brain. Rational thought was out the window, the only discernable thing being a driving, painful need to be inside Rogue *right now *. He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her roughly to him, the scent of her skin-sweat mixed with her shampoo and soap and a tinge of perfume from the day before-sending a sharp pang of lust straight through his body, making him immediately and achingly hard for her. He felt as if he were outside of his body, watching what he was doing to her: his fingers fumbling with the drawstring on her sweat pants, pulling them down long, pale legs and throwing them haphazardly to one side. Rogue's gasp as he dropped to his knees, grasping her legs and pulling her closer to the edge of the bench, parting her thighs for him, rang loudly in his ears.
Rogue gripped the edge of the bench tightly, her knuckles going white from the effort. She did not care that they were virtually in public nor that this was happening so fast. Her body was demanding release, desire coiled tight as a spring in her belly as Todd's breath feathered across her inner thighs, teasing her even as he neared her sex. She shifted unknowingly, parting her thighs a little more, exposing the wet, pink flesh of her inner folds for him. The first touch of his tongue on her tender skin made her cry out in surprise and pleasure. She felt her sex flood with moisture as he found the pearl of her desire and flicked his tongue across it before drawing on it hard enough to threaten but not give pain. She moaned aloud, wrapping her legs around his back as he fell to with enthusiasm.
Todd teased her folds with his tongue, tasting the nectar of her sex as he delved deeper within her. He squeezed her thighs in encouragement for her moans and writhing desire, slipping his tongue just a little further inside her. He could feel her tense as she realized what he was doing, then sigh and relax again in the next breath. The bud of flesh at the apex of her womanhood pressed against him as he entered her fully with this tongue, the friction of his ministrations making her squirm and whimper as she clutched at him, seeking and needing more. Almost unconsciously, he slid his hand past the waist band of his jeans and grasped his length. As he moved inside her, he stroked his arousal, not willing or able to wait to be inside her just then. He needed release like he needed air, part of his mind a bit panicked at this urgency, this new and desperate need within him. The rest just demanded he do as he was told and make her climax, make himself climax...worry about niceties later.
Rogue could feel herself on the brink and shudder at the feeling of his tongue within her. Several crude comments made over the past year sprang to mind and she made a mental note to tell Scott, Amara and St John that yes, Todd's tongue was pretty damned useful after all. He pressed against her once more, a sharp shock of painful release shooting through her body a moment before she shattered from the inside out. She cried his name loudly, echoing it off the walls of the gym as she writhed against him, her mind going pleasantly blank and numb, losing track of time as she felt him move away from her with a sigh of regret. She was loathe to even think of finding her pants and was more than a little grateful when she felt him try to slide them back up her legs. "I got it," she muttered, opening her eyes again. "You okay?"
Todd nodded, knowing he looked startled. He needed to change clothes but he did not want to leave just yet. "That was...weird... A good weird but...weird..." He smiled lopsidedly. "You?"
"Um...that was sudden. Maybe...it's a mutation thing?" She shrugged. "We're teenagers. It was bound to happen sooner or later..." Took his proffered hand up and pulled him into a quick embrace. "I'm gonna go shower and grab something to eat...wanna come?"
Todd blinked at the double entendre, wondering if it was intentional. "Um...maybe..." They were walking to the door and he paused. "You sure you feel okay? I'm kinda...dizzy."
Rogue frowned and opened the door. "Dizzy? Want to go see Beast?"
"He doesn't need Beast," Aggie replied before Todd could. She and Annie stood on the hall side of the door, staring at Rogue. "He's fine."
"What the Hell are you two doing down here?" Rogue snapped before she could check herself.
Todd nodded. "I'm fine. Really..." He broke free from Rogue and turned, walking blankly down the hall away from her, towards the basement staircase.
Rogue looked after him, agog, then back at the girls. "What the Hell..."
Annie frowned. "You need to talk nice to us!"
"You're bitchy, aren't you?" Aggie added. "Poor Marie...she doesn't know who she is..."
Rogue felt her jaw drop and words fail her as the girls turned to follow Todd.