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Healing

Title: Healing
Verse: X-Men movieverse
Timeline: post X-Men: The Last Stand
Author: AngelofSnow
Pairing: Rogue/Magneto
Rating: M � more smut than you can possibly imagine. Sex,
sex, sex. This is porn masquerading as art and you�re gonna eat it up.
Disclaimer: I don�t own the X-Men. I do own this story and I
must say I prefer Healing over the canon because there�s more sex here. A lot
more sex.
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 �The Chain� by Fleetwood Mac. I enjoy this song and find the
beat really sexy. But you know the drill. Listen to some good love music.

Dedication: To KumaDaPuma and XChocolateChipX. Thank you Kuma, without you this fic would have
ended many chapters ago. You have pushed me and challenged me to do my best and
when my ego needed a good kick in the ass you have cut me down to size. Without
your thoughtful, insightful, and intelligent suggestions this story would not
be half as good as it is. But even more than your help I thank you for your
friendship. Also thank you Chip, my R&R Gal for pushing me to write and
responding with such enthusiasm to my humble efforts. It is a joy to write for
an audience like you. I look forward to reading your reviews the way you look
forward to reading my chapters.

Notes: My apologies
on leaving you waiting for so long. This took longer to write than I
thought. The sex part was easy; I have a knack for all things graphic and lewd,
but the internal monologues, particularly Rogue�s were extremely hard. It�s
very hard to finish up a story when you have so many loose plotlines hanging
around and unfinished story arcs. The end chapters are much harder to write.

This chapter takes
place right after Logan leaves Rogue�s room and
before Rogue goes to Logan�s
room and sleeps with him.

Warning: This
chapter contains extremely graphic sex. Smut. Porn. Better graphic sex than ever before. I am out doing myself here. I�m
trying to top Chapter 18 and Chapter 21. This will be the most wondrous thing
you have ever read. My goal is that it�s so hot, you find it more satisfying
than real sex. (Okay, that�s doubtful, but I am going to try all the same).

Chapter
Twenty-Eight: Slow and Thorough

Rogue:

�� I�m not much for words, you know that
darlin�. And I�ll understand if you don�t feel the same. But I have to try.� Logan said.

�� Logan Ah can�t. Ah just can�t.� Tears
streamed down her face and he left the room without protesting.

�� Rogue sat on
the bed in her room right after Logan
left.

�� She wished
it had never happened. She wished she had never flirted with Logan, kissed him, or tempted him as she had.
It had been disarmingly enjoyable to receive his attentions with barely
suppressed delight. She had sensed the change in him, her womanly intuition
informing her about small details like the way he stared at parts of her
anatomy, the pauses in his speech, the way he made eye contact and the times he
didn�t. It was obvious that he had begun to see her as more than a friend.

�� She ought to
be flattered. She was flattered. Logan
was a great guy. But something held her back from enjoying the compliment.
She�d grown used to, even comfortable with Logan as her friend. He was a father figure
in her life. Lord knows she�d needed one at times. And the idea of his role
suddenly shifting from guardian to lover was hard for her to swallow.

She still wasn�t sure why Logan had had a change of
heart. What had happened while she was living with the Brotherhood to make him
view her differently? Was it Shakespeare that said �absence makes the heart
grow fonder�? She didn�t remember and it didn�t matter anyhow. Her friendship
with Logan had
changed and she had mixed feelings about it.

She�d known when she left the
mansion that she would change during her time with the Brotherhood; but she
hadn�t expected how much. Her time away from the hallowed halls of the Xavier School
for Gifted Youngsters had shown her a world very different from the one she was
taught about by the X-Men. The country was on the brink of collapse from the
mutant human civil war. Storm had been careful to only mention areas where
relations were improving.

She�d always thought that once she
got her mutation under control she�d go back to the school and everything would
be better. But now she realized she was foolish to think that. The X-men hadn�t
changed.� Only she had. She�d been stupid
to think she could go back. You can never go back. She understood that now. Her
return to the mansion had made it painfully clear.

�Rogue no longer fit in at the school and it
was no longer accepting of her. Her peers viewed her as the enemy, part of the
Brotherhood now. Bobby was outrightly hostile. This didn�t bother Rogue greatly
as she did not believe in the X-Men�s passive philosophy any longer. Storm,
Beast, and even Logan
weren�t happy with the new ways she could use her powers. Logan, who ought to
have been most sympathetic, wanted her to never use her mutation to its full
extent. It had cut deeply when Logan
had reacted so negatively to something Rogue was proud of.

�� And then
there were her difficulties with Logan.
Kissing him had opened a Pandora�s box Rogue wished she had kept the lid on.
Had Logan asked
her anytime before she�d gone to the Brotherhood her answer might have been
quite different. But now as it was, how were they supposed to go on? How was
she ever to tell Logan
about Erik?

Although Rogue felt comfortable
with Logan, she
was closer with Erik.� He was her boy-
no, not boyfriend. Erik could never be anyone�s boyfriend, but he was her lover
and her friend. She had grown to care for him beyond their initial attraction.
She respected him and found him ceaselessly interesting. He was so complex and
guarded. It was intriguing to learn more about him, each little eccentricity of
his spoke worlds about the hard life he had lived.

As terrorizing as he was to the
world, as ruthless as his intention to use humans was, he was only a man
beneath it all, Rogue knew. A common man no less, with little that separated
him from the rabble but his magnetism and his determination. He was capable of
horrendous acts, of measureless destruction, but none of that mattered. That
was simply the expression of his determination to see his dream, his cause
succeed. He was not a ruthless murder. He was an unscrupulous pragmatist.

The more time she spent around him
the easier it was to see that the fearsome terrorist Magneto was a different
and separate entity from Erik Lensherr. Erik was a sensitive, broken man who
had been repeatedly torn from those he loved because of his status as a social
outcast, both as a mutant and as a Jew. Magneto was a brutal and ruthless
leader relentlessly pursuing his Cause of mutant supremacy at any cost. Marie
did not love Magneto, however she did understand him. She loved Erik.

�� She loved him? She had never admitted it
to herself before. And why should she? Erik was not an easy man to love. He was
distant and moody, untrusting and aloof. Yet Marie felt lucky to know him as
well as she did through his memories. He was a remarkable man to have over come
so much in his life. Rogue felt humbled to know him.

Looking at the wooden door leading
from her bedroom, Marie thought of Logan who had so recently departed her. She
wished it could have worked out differently between them. But it was too late.

�� She went to
sleep remembering how cold Erik had been to her that afternoon. Rogue worried
he had grown bored with her. Perhaps she was a fool. Perhaps she had thrown
away a better chance at happiness when she refused Logan.�
For better or worse she had chosen Erik and she would accept the
consequences.

0000000000000000

Magneto:

�� Returning
from his foray against the estate�s barbed wire fence, Magneto came back to the
mansion calm and collected. He had a renewed sense of purpose and righteous
determination not to let the situation with Rogue interrupt his work. The
Brotherhood needed him; Rogue certainly did not. He was set on leaving the
X-Men and traveling to Maine
that very night. He had important work to be done. The helicopter could be sent
back to pick up Rogue and Professor Kojak at a later date.

�� Packing his
few belongings back into his leather Pierre Cardin carry-on satchel, Magneto
caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Letting loose his anger through
magnetism had wore on him. His navy blue button-down Oxford shirt stuck to his shoulders from
sweat, his hair was disheveled, he needed a shave, and he had a cut on his cheek
from where the metal he had manipulated had veered too close. Quickly he
showered and cleaned himself up. It wouldn�t do to look unpresentable for what
he was about to do.

�� With
diligent steps he walked towards Rogue�s room. His affair with the girl was
over. But because he was a gentleman he would give her the dignity of ending it
in person. She would be free then to see whomever she chose. And it would not
be Magneto who had to watch as she did so anyway behind his back. ��

000000000000000

Magneto and Rogue:

�� His knock was
insistent and urgent. He wanted this over with.

�� What-uh.�
She had been fitfully tossing and turning, halfway between sleep and
wakefulness when she heard the knock. Padding to the door, she let out an �oh� when
she opened it to see Magneto standing there with a packed bag. She had been
expecting Logan
to make a plea for her again, not for Erik to show up.

�� He was used
to her sleeping naked, so the long-sleeved white night gown she wore surprised
him. She looked more angelic than she deserved to in his opinion.

�� I apologize
for disturbing you Rogue but I thought it best to inform you I will be leaving
the mansion tonight. You and Professor Kojak will remain here until your work
is completed. The rest of the Brotherhood has more important tasks to see to.�
He entered the room and closed the door behind him; however he stood only a
foot from the door, ready to leave in a moment. Rogue took note of his business
like demeanor and appearance.

�� What?
It�s-� she looked around the room for a clock, finding none she continued, �the
middle of the night. Why are ya leavin� now all-a-sudden?�

�� Need I
remind you there is a war to wage? I have allowed this vacation to stretch on
long enough.�

�� Rogue caught
his use of the word vacation to describe her treatment and it puzzled her. Erik
had been the one most concerned for her health and well-being throughout her
illness. �

�� But Erik I
thought you wanted to stay to see me get better.� Rogue paused, rubbing her
fingers where non-existent gloves would have covered them. She allowed herself
to shy away from his penetrating steel blue gaze for a moment. �I�d like you to
be here. I�d feel better if you were.�

�� His breath
lodged in his throat and he forced himself to swallow it down. This would be
harder to do than he had calculated. His heart begged him to believe in her
sincerity, but he knew better. His free hand unconsciously clenched into a
fist. She still had an effect on him. All the better he was leaving
immediately.

�� I�m sure
you can find someone else to keep you company. I believe you already have
Marie.�

�� What are ya
talkin� about? What�s got into ya today Erik? Are ya alright?� Rogue�s faux
innocent tone grated on Magneto�s already eviscerated nerves.

�� I am absolutely
fine. However, I will not be continuing our relationship. Feel free to see
whomever you chose. � His voice had the effect of a cruel whip against her. She
staggered back in amazement, her hand reaching out to grip the dresser for
support.

�Why?� She looked about her old
room in wonderment as if it held some reason for this unexpected turn. This was
all happening so fast for Rogue. She had just woken up and she was to groggy to
fully grasp what this meant. She wondered if she was dreaming, having some
awful nightmare. �What happened?�

�Do not try to fool me. I know you
can understand why I feel this way. Let us not continue this farce any longer
than necessary. I will leave you now.� Magneto�s voice was practiced and
smooth, no hint of emotion peaked through its iron will. He was good at
presenting a fa�ade to the world. However, when Marie began to shake and gulp
back sobs, tears welling in her eyes, he abruptly found just how difficult it
was to deny his feelings for her. He could not stand to see her, even cheater
as she was, so wracked with pain.

�Is it someone else?� Her shaky
voice squeaked out, full of accusation and riddled with fear.

�Please, Rogue. Let us try to keep
this dignified. There is no need to deny your preference for�� he could not
speak his rival�s name without sneering and his voice broke as he said, �Logan.�

�Logan?� Rogue shook her head confused. �What
does he have to do with this?�

�I believe you know what I�m
talking about.� Magneto held no hint of kindness or decorum now. He voice was
pitiless; his gaze lethal. He was not smiling. His face was tight. It was the
face of an enemy. It was the face of the man who had nearly sacrificed her atop
the Statue of Liberty. Only now in this moment did she reconcile that man with
the kinder incarnation of Erik and realize that she loved them both.

Rogue thought back to her erstwhile
kiss with Logan
in the common room. Was Erik referring to that? Didn�t he know they were just
friends?

�We�re just friends, nothing more.�

�Please Rogue.� He was derisive,
unwilling to stand the insult of such obvious lies.

�Okay, so Ah might have had a crush
on Logan before
Ah met you. And Logan
did kiss me today, thinkin� Ah still liked him. But Ah set him straight Erik,
Ah did. He�s just a friend. Ah could never give you up so easily.�

Erik desperately wanted to believe
her. He finally set his bag down, unable to hold it while he was in the grip of
fighting his own heart. In the end, his head won out as it usually did.

�I know what we had was illogical.
Now without you sharing my memories any connection we might have had is gone. I
can understand how you might prefer someone closer to your age.� He said with
barely suppressed emotion. Rogue thought she heard a bit of forlornness in his
voice.

�But Ah still have your memories.
Ah never got rid of them. Ah kept yours.�

She kept his memories. She kept
them. Erik�s replayed her words over and over again in his mind, scarcely able
to believe she would make such a sacrifice for him. His memories were stuff of
nightmares; a burden to anyone possessing them. He could not believe she would
willingly keep them.

�You mean?�

�� Yes, Ah
kept them. Even your holocaust memories. Ah could never delete them. It would
be like cutting you out of my life and Ah couldn�t stand to do that. Ah love
you.�

�� Marie. I��
Erik didn�t know what to do or say. He flew to her and took her in his arms,
clutching her with reverence. To her, it was like an act of hatred, like the
cutting blow of a lash encircling her body, she felt his arms around her, she
felt her legs pulled forward against him and her chest bent back under the
pressure of his.

She shoved him away.

�Not now Erik.� She has gone from
distraught and defensive to angry. Erik eyed her curiously. Why was she
rejecting his touch? Only moments ago she had told him she loved him.

�I�m fed up with you. You don�t
trust me. The minute something happens to cast doubt you don�t ask me to
explain you just jump to conclusions and think the worst about me. That hurts
Erik.� She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

�I saw you kissing the Wolverine
twice. You can understand how I might doubt you.�

�� No, I
can�t. I�m sick of this thing, this relationship between us, always bein� how
you want it. What about what I want Erik?� Where had this Rogue come from? She
was suddenly filled with violent self-assertion.

�� I know I
haven�t been the best at expressing myself.� Erik tried to take Marie�s hand in
his. She jerked her hand away. �But believe me I do care for you.� With
immediate clarity he knew that he cared for her deeply despite all his efforts
not to.

�You don�t love me. You never have.
You might care for me. But it�s not love. Ah�m not dumb. You�re not capable of
love you�re heartless-�

�� Careful. Before
you jump to conclusions yourself,
isn�t it is always better to be sure you�re correct, my dear?� Now Erik seemed
self-protective and taunting, dishing out accusations just as Marie had.

�� Ah am sure.
You don�t love me.� He had never told he did. He never had time for her before
she was ill. Wasn�t it obvious? Theirs� was nothing more than affair between an
older man and a younger woman. Both enjoyed it but neither deluded themselves
it was long term.

�� Dammit! I
do.� She watched his face and it held only sincerity. Could he love her?

�� Really?�

�� No, I�m
heartless bastard.� Marie laughed joyfully at his joke as Erik embraced her and
said against her ear. �Of course I do you silly girl. I wouldn�t be so upset
about Logan if
I didn�t.�

�� I love you
Marie.� He whispered into her ear as he reeled from feeling the strange freedom
of giving into emotions that had plagued him for months.

�� I love you
too Erik.� Marie stood on her tip toes just to reach his tall height. However,
she felt like she was floating off the ground in happiness.

�� He moved his
head to kiss her, bending over her; he was much taller than her when she was
barefoot. She returned his kiss fervently, opening her lips for him when he
slid his tongue in, her own eagerly meeting his with a feeling of perfect
rightness. Theirs was a strange love, but it felt true and right.

�� Erik�s hands
ran through Rogue�s long brown hair, soft as silk sliding between his callused
fingers. He affectionately stroked her white streaks, the outward symbol of
their bond. She thrilled at his touch, pressing into it as his soft lips grazed
hers in a dance of delectable tasting and teasing. Maybe it was wrong to love
your former enemy but Marie was long past caring.

�� She ran her
hands up and down his broad shoulders, feeling their strength beneath his black
suit jacket. She massaged his shoulders affectionately as she kissed him, her
tongue battling his for the space between their mouths. She pulled back
slightly to run her tongue across his lips, then sucking on his upper and lower
lips in turn, finally her tongue ran along his straight white teeth. Every part
of Erik was kept immaculately groomed. It was one of Marie�s biggest turn-ons.

�� Erik was
very content to let her kiss him, straining as she was on her tip-toes just to
reach him. He wanted to laugh how happy she made him. To ease her struggle his
hands dropped from her hair and ran down her back, lower and lower till he
found her cute-rounded bottom. It�s soft plumpness unerringly erotic for him;
he held her bottom and pulled her up against him. On instinct her legs wrapped
around his waist, clutching against him and holding on tight.

She continued to kiss him, her lips
eager and taking great joy in showing him how much she cared. She ran her hands
soothingly up and down his back and she felt him soften into her touch. That is
most of him softened; one part near her hips didn�t. That part hardened. Marie
ran her hands through his neatly combed hair messing it as she liked to do.
With barely suppressed joy she let her fingers feel her every part of him. Touch
meant so much to Rogue, so to touch the warm skin at the back of his neck, to
feel the softness of his freshly shaved cheek was thrilling and rewarding.

Her fingers touched upon the new,
thin cut on his right cheek.

�What happened here?� She stopped kissing
him long enough to ask. He chuckled a bit shyly.

�Don�t ask.� He answered vaguely.
Marie was dying with curiosity but held off considering the circumstances she
was in, her legs wrapped squarely around his waist with his hot erection
pressing up against her belly.

�Uh� Erik. We really shouldn�t do
this. Here I mean.�

�Oh, of course. You prefer the
bed.� He walked them over to it. Rogue�s hand tugging on his collar stopped
him.

�No, Ah mean� we shouldn�t do this here at the school. What if someone
hears? The walls are really thin.� Rogue got a hearty chuckle that she could
feel Erik make as a reply.

�You�re acting very silly today
Marie. I�ve made love at this school before. So have you I think. In this very
room perhaps?�

�That�s why Ah know how thin the
walls are.� He laughed again and she joined him, the feeling contagious.

�Do you really care if someone
hears? What they�ll think?� It didn�t take long for her to think of an answer,
what with him smiling at her and the very thought of his large, hard as steel
member inside her made her grow wet with need. Did anything matter now that
Erik loved her?

�Ah guess not. They already know I
made out with you in Albany.�
Erik�s mood had improved 100% and again he laughed jovially.

�The Wolverine told everyone about
that?�

�No, Logan didn�t. But they found out somehow.�

�That could be quite embarrassing. No
wonder you left immediately afterward.�

�Yeah, well Ah don�t like to kiss
and tell.� He kissed her then, taking his time to do it right. Her head swam a
bit from the warm and fuzzy feeling he produced in her all the way to her toes.
It might have been a little uncomfortable for Magneto to hold her up or for
Rogue to lock her hips around him for so long but both were too happy to
complain.

��You�ve got that atrocious accent of yours
back.� Erik told her.

�Sorry. I�ll try to stop it.� It was hard for her to correct herself, the
proper sound of �I� strange on her tongue.

�Tonight I don�t care.� Erik told
her and for once she saw his smile reach his cold blue eyes and fill them with
warmth. The moments when Erik could be himself completely and cease to be
Magneto and not be tortured by his painful past were few and far between. Rogue
knew this. She felt privileged to give him one.

�� Erik set her
down and shrugged off his black suit jacket careful to lay it across the
dresser. Rogue found him again before he could get his shoes off; she could not
keep her hands off him. Erik loved her.
He loved her. He was hers. With a soft tap, Rogue pushed Erik to sit down
on the bed and kneeled before him to take off his shoes. He knew she enjoyed
undressing him, and she went at it tonight like a kid unwrapping a Christmas
present. When she had his socks off she massaged his feet using the pads of her
thumbs to rub the balls of his feet. Erik let out a soft groan.

�� You don�t
have to do that.�

�� Ah know.
But Ah enjoy it. Ah get a sick thrill out of torturing you.� She deadpanned and
Erik wondered what he was in for tonight. Marie was a woman of varied tastes in
bed, anything was possible. After she had done a good job of kneading his feet,
she undid his belt buckle, smiling up at him. Her progress was agonizingly
slow. With Rogue�s illness, it had been over two weeks since they had made love
and Erik could have gone for a quick coupling. Marie, however, seemed intent to
set the pace as slow and thorough.

�� She helped
Erik out of his suit pants and folded them neatly on the dresser, resting atop
his suit jacket. Kneeling down before him again she admired his fine, muscular
legs. She knew how relentlessly Erik worked out to maintain his excellent form.
Now she rubbed his calves and shins, massaging them as she had been taught to
after hard Danger Room workouts. Erik relaxed back into the bed, enjoying the
feel of her nimble, tiny, but surprisingly strong fingers. Rogue took
satisfaction in pleasing him and in the feel of her sensitive skin touching
his.

�� She massaged
his thighs as well, leaving no spot on Erik untouched. Finally when she reached
his throbbing erection, concealed in his white briefs, she let her hand brush
delicately across it only once. Erik shuddered with need. The lines on his face
pulled taut and put his arms on Marie�s shoulders to pull her to him, but she
pushed his hands away. She would be in control this time.

�� Her fingers
made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, freeing him from its confines.
Then she helped him out of his briefs. Now Marie paid attention to the urgent
needs of his member, hard large and pulsating with desire. He was hot in her
mouth as she licked him. When he was wet she slowly enclosed him with her tiny
mouth, careful to tuck her upper lip over her teeth. She moved slowly up and
down the shaft, refusing to be hurried even when he held her head by her hair.

�� Her hair was
everywhere over his lap and she could not look up at him as she worked down and
up the shaft slowly increasing the tempo. She alternated sucking and blowing as
she rose and fell; her tongue able to lick and pulse at the same time. When she
felt him approaching climax she stopped and lifted her mouth off his penis and
blew her hot breath on the tip. She heard him cry out and she thought this was
the sound she wanted to tear from him � this surrender through the shreds of
his doubt.

It was invigorating to control him;
to feel his hips buck at her every whim. Now she moved to his balls, which she
had neglected at the beginning, giving them equal attention and art. Finally
she cupped them lightly as she moved back and sheathed his iron hard member with
her mouth. She took ceaseless pride in her new found fellatio skills and she
moved up and down him with both aplomb and abandon. Again when she felt him
draw near coming, she stopped and pulled off of him. Erik looked sorely
disappointed and his eyes were all black pupils clouded over with lust; his
look was one of barely contained fury.

�Do you trust me?� She asked.

�Of course, my dear.�

�Good. Lower your magnetic shield.�
Erik watched her trying to discern her intent.

�Okay.� Marie saw him blink and
watched his shoulders shrug, the outward signs his magnetic shield was gone.
She reached out and touched his bare chest, letting her mutation pull at him
for only a few seconds before she stopped it. It was hard for her to stop it
mid-stream. Like an addict she found it nearly irresistible to keep from
letting it continue. It would be a test of will power then to do what she had
in mind.

She rose from her knees to sit on
the bed and leaned towards him, her hands running up and down his sculpted
chest, her powers flickering on and off, stimulating Erik�s nerves and causing
him to feel tiny flashes of pain. She bent further and sucked and licked his
nipples, her tongue flickering furiously over them. Well she felt he was ready
she let her mutation pull through his left nipple and he arched off the bed
into her.

She stopped it before she hurt him.
His feelings of love and the even the memories of the recent blowjob she had
given him entered her mind. He had been incredibly turned on and that feeling
now entered Rogue. She felt herself grow wet in anticipation. Along with Erik�s
memories she absorbed some of his powers, which had been her design. Metal
hummed around her and she could feel steel in the metal frame supporting her
mattress. Using her borrowed magnetism she ripped shreds from the frame. The
sound of metal ripping was loud in the otherwise quiet mansion and Marie
wondered if they had been heard.

Erik was tired but not hurt from
Rogue�s use of her powers. He raised his shield again as he sat panting from
the exhilarating feeling. Tired as he was, he didn�t resist when he felt strips
of metal clamp around his ankles and wrists. A magnetic field of Rogue�s caused
the metal restraints to pull him back and force him to lie down on the bed
spread eagle. This was not the usual dynamic of their sex, but the sheer
difference made it hot and exciting. He didn�t know what to expect from her and
watched her, waiting for her to move. She stood at the foot of the bed and
stalked around him.

A final piece of metal flew to her
hand and she shaped it into a sharp knife. Erik watched her with a mix of
trepidation and longing. She took the knife in one hand and used her other to
pull her skin tight white nightgown away from her stomach. She cut through the
fabric easily and cut out a hole out of the side. She did the same on the right
side. Using the knife she cut the floor length skirt to just below her knees. With
the borrowed magnetism she kept him lying in place, as she sauntered around the
room in her increasingly risqu� outfit.

�You�re making a lovely ruin of
your gown.�

�Ah know. It�s an old one anyway.
From before you helped me with my mutation.� Marie�s voice was a few octaves
lower than he was used to hearing it. Unbidden Erik sucked in a breath. He was not
usually so easily manipulated but Marie�s cheerful sultry demeanor as she began
her striptease had the effect of increasing his ravenous hunger for her.

She danced in front of him at times
sitting on the bed and reaching to touch his erection but always pulling back,
taunting him. Every few minutes she cut away more of the outfit. The skirt grew
shorter and shorter revealing her thighs and hips. The sleeves grew shorter.
Finally she cut away strips of fabric closer and closer to her supple, full,
heavy breasts. The whole time she concentrated on Erik�s reaction. Was he
watching her movements? The way her hips shook, the gentle curve of her pelvic
bone when she slid her hand down it. With only a few thin strips of fabric left
covering her breasts, stomach and bottom she played with her teardrop shape
breasts, rolling them up and down in her hands, letting them fall and knock
into each other as she danced.

Erik could feel his heart pound in
his erection. His glance was intent with that which resembled hatred and pain. He
ground his teeth against the urge to satisfy himself. Several times he
attempted to reach his erection and alleviate his suffering but the metal
restraints held him in place firmly but gently. He had to use his magnetism to
will blood away from his erection.
��
�� My dear, is
this really necessary?� He said through gritted teeth.

�� Yes.� She
said breathily.

Then her hands left her breasts and
trailed down her flat stomach to stop at the triangle where her legs met her
torso. With deft, fast strokes she rubbed herself, losing herself in the
abysmal pleasure seeking. Then her fingers moved down from her nub to delve
deeper. Slowly her two fingers slid inside her and Erik kicked on the bed. This
was cruel; he was not built to with stand this kind of torture. She had taken a
good quantity of his powers and she now controlled the flow of blood to his
crotch, increasing it and hardening his erection in turn.

She sent waves of magnetic energy
to caress his body. This was a trick Erik had often used on Charles and he knew
Rogue had used his memories to discover it. Still, the effect of the magnetic
fields flowing over his stiffened organ was incalculable. He felt so near to
release but each time she pulled his blood back and prolonged his suffering. He
was so turned-on and unsatisfied his balls turned dark from need.

When Marie knew he could take no
more, she let the magnetic field on Erik�s restraints down. Like a panther he
leaped from the bed and reaching her threw her back onto the bed. He did not
use the knife but rather ripped the few remaining shreds of her nightgown away
from her body. He kissed her then, not in the searching way that new lovers do,
but with a deep certainty, and raw, bare need. She felt a tight pressure in her
stomach in anticipation of Erik entering her. She savored the feeling; half
dizzy her eyes seeing stars from desire.

He took her without delay, filling
her completely. He pounded into her with short, frantic strokes. When he felt
himself slipping towards the edge he pulled out, intent on giving her some of
her own medicine. He jerked her head and kissed her again as if he was
inflicting a wound. Using his fingers he pleasured her till it was excruciating
and glorious and she choked on the perfection of it having come so hard it
destroyed her sweeping over her body like a huge ocean wave pounding the sand
raw, painful, powerful, and sudden. Such an orgasm is unparalleled and she felt
her whole body gel into a state of perfect relaxation.

As she was still numb from her
orgasm, Erik entered her again holding her legs far apart. He used one hand to
rub her with his thumb as he began long deep strokes, pulling out completely
before reentering. After a minute he could stand to be slow no longer and he
abandoned her clit to rapidly plunge into her, twisting around in circles
within her. Erik breathed heavily with effort as he felt her divinely warm and
slick around him. The indecent glory of his love-making built quickly in Marie
till she could not contain herself. Her head thrashed back and forth on the
bed; her hands clenched around the only thing she could find the bed spread.
She tried to take long breathes to calm herself but it was to no avail.

She let out a low moan and screamed
his name. Seconds later, when the brutal joy of her orgasm had faded she
realized what she had done. She had screamed Erik�s name at the top of her
lungs. Someone must have heard.

�Oh no. We�ve been heard for sure.�

�Don�t worry about it.� He told
her. Even if someone had been woken by her moans and screams they certainly
wouldn�t come to investigate. Magneto had taken care of that: using his
magnetism he had locked all the doors on the hall. No one was going to
interrupt them.

Again when Erik felt himself close
to finishing he pulled away from Marie and pleasured her with his hands and
mouth for a few minutes. He was insatiable that night, and Rogue did not
falter. She was young and in love, and through she could scarce believe it, she
was happier than she had ever been in her life. In the softly lit room, her
pupils big and dark giving her eyes a sultry look, she ran her fingers through
his perfectly coiffed silver hair. As his tongue slipped inside her, she gave
him control of her blood and she felt it well in her vagina. With upwardly curved
strokes his tongue hit on the magic button inside her and she clutched his
white hair between her fingers in the agony of the ecstasy, peels of
effervescent tingling wracking her body outwardly till her toes curled and her
knees knocked in deference to it.

Only when Erik had calmed himself
significantly did he flip her onto her side and enter her from behind. In the
spooning position she felt unbelievably tight with her legs pressed together in
front of his. Every one of Erik�s strokes was mesmerizing, possessing, and
luscious and Erik felt her shutter with an orgasm as her back pressed against
his stomach.

Their love-making was building to a
merciless crescendo and both felt it. He moved her to sit up and took her from
behind. She stopped her muscles from pushing against him, letting him get
deeper and deeper inside her till she felt the hilt of him against her. His
strokes rubbed just the right spot. His balls hitting into her creating a
strange joyous sensation. Now Erik began to move deeper within her in fast wide
circles and she cried out unbidden. He would not yield and continued moving
faster and faster, calling more blood to her clit region. This was too much,
too much. He had to stop, she couldn�t take it. It was too good.

Marie came and the slow release
swept through every inch of her body, relaxing even her back and her arms that
were engaged in holding herself up. She had trouble maintaining the position;
it numbed her into a state where thought and action were distant and impossibly
removed from her ecstasy. Sometime later, Marie had no concept of time, it
could have been a few seconds or a few minutes, Erik followed her over the
edge, groaning and pounding into her four times before stopping.

He was exhausted when they
finished. But his good mood from knowing she loved him did not fade and gave
him strength where he should have none. Using his magnetism, he brought himself
to state of arousal, and as she was still gasping in the wake of her orgasms,
he took her again.

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Notes: Is sex
really this good? Are orgasms really that great? Yes, if it�s done right. Don�t
let some misguided sex-ed program fool you. Sex is wonderful.

In this chapter Erik got blue
balls. Yes this really exists. Girls this is a sign you have done a good job
torturing a guy.

Was this chapter too cheesy and
sweet? It might have been. But after 27 chapters our characters deserve some
mushy romance, right? Let me know what you think.

Preview: So who
did Rogue sleep with Erik or Logan? What�s Logan going to say? What�s Erik going to say?
Is this a love triangle or a love rectangle? And what will happen the next
morning? I predict a riot.
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