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Partners in Bondage	By : reginafabulae Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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  Dis Cajun been outta de bayou too long, grumbled Remy as he set up his carefully concealed camp in the marshy property on which Mystique’s hideout lay. ‘Least he remember de damn mosquito netting. No small blessing, that, judging by the swarms of vampiric pests beating their wings futilely on the other side of it. It was going to be quite a trek to the actual house as well, thanks to all his care to park himself outside the range of the shapeshifter’s cameras. With that in mind, he settled down to get what sleep he could.
            He spent the next week carefully tracking Mystique’s movements. His already high level of caution was greatly enhanced, and he frequently used the silenced pistol he’d brought to shoot down various animals that seemed to be showing too much interest in him. He hated having to do it, and the paranoid feeling it gave him, but Sinister’s dossier had been unclear on whether or not the mutant was capable of taking on animal forms as well as human. Better safe dan sorry, he thought every time.
            Unfortunately, it appeared that she spent much of her time staying at home with Rogue and Destiny. The blind mutant, who he knew from Sinister’s records had the power of precognition, would need to be dealt with first. Fortunately, she left the house far more frequently than Mystique and often ran all the minor errands as needed. Remy didn’t need to watch long to know that the two older women were lovers. It was quite obvious in the way they looked at each other and casually touched often that they were sleeping together. But Destiny’s relationship with Rogue seemed to be more professional than motherly, leaving the latter to Mystique. Rogue had no idea, as far as he could tell, that Mystique was anyone other than the quite ordinary-looking middle-aged brunette she appeared to be.
            Remy was starting to get anxious, which was very unlike him. But a week had come and gone and he was no closer to having a plan of action. Besides, he was starting to run low on food supplies and it would be a huge risk to have to make the long trek to civilization and back and still remain unnoticed. But that same day, something different finally happened. Mystique left early in the day and hadn’t returned by nightfall. Remy chanced getting close enough to the house to see what was going on. It just so happened that Rogue had her bedroom window wide open for whatever small breeze could find its way in. With only the screen separating him from her, he watched in amusement as she danced around her room, wielding a hairbrush like a microphone and singing along loudly with her radio.
            She was belting out the lyrics of “Hit Me With Your Best Shot,” and doing a damn fine impression of Pat Benatar, to boot. She twirled around the room with reckless abandon, confident that no one was watching. Rogue was freshly bathed, evident in her wet hair and the towel wrapped around her that was in imminent danger of slipping at any moment. It also left her gorgeous legs on full display for Remy and he found himself hoping she would lose her towel so he could get a good look at the rest of her, which promised to be equally glorious.
            His prayers were answered as Rogue jumped on the bed, tossing her hair and playing wild air guitar along with the guitar solo. The towel never stood a chance and promptly slithered off her body in response to her gyrations. She didn’t appear to care in the slightest and kept right on going, jumping off the bed in the nude to continue singing. Her body was everything Remy had imagined and more. Full, pillowy breasts with pert, erect nipples… flat stomach and a narrow waist curving out into womanly hips and two perfect globes of ass… a patch of groomed but not shorn curls that showed no evidence of the witchlock on her head… she was perfection. And she would be his.
            He shook his head, trying to think rationally. He’d never been so affected by any woman before save the one he’d lost his virginity to, and he was never going down that road again. Not after the way she’d used his love against him. Lust, more like. Remy refused to believe in love. But his thoughts fizzled again when he saw what Rogue was doing next.
            The song had ended; she now sat on the bed, legs splayed wide and a finger rubbing her clit vigorously. She moaned with pleasure and the sound was music to his ears. “Ohhhh Gawd yes…” She smeared juices from her entrance up onto her clit and kept going. Soon enough, she slid a finger inside and began thrusting. Frustration showed on her face and a second finger joined the first. “Mmmm… not good enough… Ah need it so bad…”
            Remy’s eyes went to the discarded hairbrush that had served as her microphone the same moment Rogue’s did. They both hit upon the same solution. She grabbed the brush and pulled her fingers out of her pussy. The juices on them went onto the slick plastic hairbrush handle in preparation. Remy gritted his teeth as she pushed the improvised dildo in place, wishing it was his cock instead. She began working it steadily in and out, her moans rising in both pitch and volume.
            “Ohhhh… ohhh Gawd yes…” Rogue bucked her hips and moved the stand-in phallus ever faster. She tossed her head, her damp curls swaying to and fro. “Ohhhh… oh Gawd!” Remy found himself having to exercise extreme self-control not to cum as well as he watched her finishing. He’d never really enjoyed porn, but catching a live woman pleasuring herself, completely natural and unguarded, was a different matter entirely. He quickly snuck back towards his camp, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he’d gotten his own release.
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