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The Rogue and Gambit Experiment	By : celticmanou Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men or any character in this fanfic, and I do not make any money off it. If they were mine, my name would be Stan Lee.

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Wolverine left Rogue's bedroom to find Remy leaning against the wall in the hallway.

"She's sleeping," he said to the Cajun, who nodded in acknowledgment.

"She looks a lot like you," Remy said. " She wasn't raised by her biological parents and she was born before you lost your mem'ries. Did it ever occur that she might be your daughter?"

"Who could know?" asked Wolverine, shaking his head. Sure, he felt a strong bond between himself and the girl but being her father?

"Science can... Ask la Bête."

"Beast? I don't know..."

"Just trying to help..." he said, waving goodbye and going to his own room.

He smirked. Step 1, plant doubt. Soon, Wolverine wouldn't be able to see Rogue romantically at all. If he ever did.

Wolverine frowned. He had never thought about that. Was is the reason why he felt so protective of the girl?

He walked to the Beast's office. They had become friends, sort of. Logan always felt humbled by the Beast's intelligence. He exposed Gambit's theory.

"Well it's possible. Though it's unlikely. You're Canadian and she's from Mississippi."

"We don't know where Mystique found her. It may be anywhere. And she said to Sage that Rogue was savage, living alone in the wild when she found her."

"It definitely sounds like she could be your daughter."

"Please test us... I need to know..."

Beast agreed. He took a sample of Logan's blood. He promised to take one from Rogue when the girl would be better and to keep silent on the reason why.

Rogue slept through the day and the night. She woke up to the sound of birds singing outside her window. She daydreamed that she never left the Mansion, never gained back her powers, never learned that Mystique and her lover raised her.

She enjoyed the daydream as much as she could. She enjoyed it until a soft knock snapped her out of it. She thought about leaving it unanswered.

"It's me, Rogue. It's Sage..."

"Come in," sighed the girl.

"Ororo lets me live in the Mansion for now. I'm on probation until I prove myself worthy... Or unworthy."

"Good. I guess you'll fit in just right."

"Rogue, I'm here to tell you something. Wolverine and Gambit are already aware of this and I don't want you to hear it from anyone else... I owe you..."

"Okay, tell me."

"I am... I am the one who awakened your power. The only defense I have is that it was already awakening before I jump-started it."

Rogue was speechless as angry tears fell from her eyes. She never suspected her friend was responsible.

Reading Rogue's train of thoughts, Sage added, "I'm going to help you master them. I'll help you evolve until the day you can touch anyone without harm."

"Get out," said Rogue almost too quietly.

"I'm so sorry..."

"I said... Get out!" she screamed jumping from the bed and pushing Sage through the door with inhumane strength.

Sage crashed in the hall, her back hitting hard the wall. She fell on the ground, unconscious. Alerted by the ruckus, Wolverine arrived. He found Rogue standing with clenched fists above Sage's limp body. He touched Rogue's shoulder, signaling his presence.

"What happened?"

"I slightly pushed her. It seems that I still have Miss Marvel's powers. Even if everyone said it was a definitive transfer, I thought it wasn't... But here I am, with her strength..."

Wolverine had knelt and felt Sage's steady pulse. She was already waking. Her eyes fluttered open. Helped by Logan, she sat.

"You have a mean punch, Rogue," said Sage with a tentative smile. She hoped the girl had calmed down, now she had snapped.

Rogue mirrored Sage's smile. "Don't tempt me, I might want to use you again to test my strength."

Rogue held her hand out to help Sage stand up. By the time Sage was standing, both girls were grinning at each other and friends again. Arms laced together, they left to get breakfast. Wolverine frowned. Girls. They could be enemies one minute and besties the next.

"Rogue," called Wolverine to the girl's back. She turned and looked at him. "Beast would like a blood sample. You should go and get it done soon."

Rogue nodded and left. Wolverine went back to his room. Now it was just a matter of time. Beast would take her blood sample, he would compare her DNA to his and then... What then? What if he had fathered a daughter and forgot about her? What if Rogue resented him for abandoning her into the wild?

Those questions would find answers when Beast would tell them the results.

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A few days went by. Rogue was settling in the old routine. She had refused to give up her position as Ororo's assistant. She was almost twenty and didn't feel like attending classes as the younger mutants. She knew classes weren't the place where she'd learn how to control her draining skin.

Instead she was training most evenings with Sage, to increase her control on the people she had absorbed. It was one of the first steps, according to the girl who could sense mutations. Wolverine and Ororo were looking over the girls. They didn't trust Sage and felt wary about their friendship.

Rogue often found Remy on her way. He always teased her, seduced her. She did her best to keep a straight face and to keep him at an arm's length. Both remembered vividly the kiss they shared on the first day they met. It made it that much harder for both to keep from touching each other. But she couldn't risk the Cajun's safety, as he couldn't stand to imagine her hurt.

One day, Sage arrived to their training sessions with a guest. "Why did you bring Leech, Sage?"

"He can help you to feel your powers. Once he get closer, you lose them. It'll help you understand how your skin works. Trust me."

Sage showed Leech a chair. He sat, smiling at Rogue. "I can't hurt you and you can't hurt me. I'm just negating people's powers. You can come within a six feet range and you'll lose your powers. If you're further, I can't affect you. Like yourself, I have no control upon my powers."

Rogue smiled back to the boy. She had had her first chance at a normal life thanks to him. It was that much harder to have to stay away from everyone.

Feeling Rogue's distress, Sage came closer to her friend, hugged her and kisses her cheek sweetly. "When you're within his range, you can touch people. As I told you, we'll use his power to negate yours so you can feel your power better. I'll ask you to close you eyes and relax. Leech will move away so your power isn't negated anymore. Feel it come back to you. Feel your skin as you energy-draining field comes back."

Rogue did as she was asked. She closed her eyes, relaxing. She pushed away her questions and her doubts, focused on her body and her sense of touch. At first she felt nothing but after a few tries, she started to feel the field and how it covered her entire body.

She gasped and opened her eyes. Sage was smiling at her. Both girls hugged. Leech came closer to the hysteric girls with a smile.

"I felt it! I felt it!" was saying Rogue again and again. "I can feel the difference now!"

She hugged Leech. "Thank you. If I master my power someday it'll be thanks to you."

Leech shook his head. "If you do, the only person you'll have to thank is yourself. Never give up, Rogue."

Both girls looked at the boy wise beyond his age as he left the room. Wolverine peeped in the room where the girls had their training sessions. "Beast asks you to come to his office, Marie."

Rogue waved goodbye at Sage and followed her friend. They walked quietly in the hallway. Rogue stopped before they went in Beast's office. "Are you coming in with me?"

Wolverine nodded. "He asked me to come too."

Beast opened the door. "Come in, come in. I have exciting news."

Rogue frowned and followed wordlessly. They sat while beast shifted papers excitedly. "I have it all here... Let's see... There!"

He dig up a paper and waved it before both mutants. "Rogue, I discovered who are your parents. Your biological parents. I also know how and why Mystique found you and raised you."

"But why did you look into this?" asked Rogue, taken aback.

"Someone asked me." replied Beast.

"I did." added Wolverine. "Remy wondered aloud whether I was your biological father. I asked Beast to find out."

"You didn't tell me."

"You're already struggling with your powers. I didn't want you to bother with this as long as there was no certainty."

"So, what's the answer?"

"Beast didn't tell me. He wanted both of us here before he tells what are the results."

Rogue crossed her arms and looked at Beast, raising an eyebrow. He cleared his throat. "As I said, I discovered who are your parents, Rogue. Your mother was a powerful mutant named Kayla Silverfox. Her ability also resided in her skin. She had the power to hypnotize and compel people to do her will when she touched their skins with hers."

"Was?" asked Rogue.

Beast nodded. "She was killed on the Three Mile Island when Wolverine and her freed Scott and dozens of mutants. I assume the very day Wolverine lost his memories. At least the data I gathered says so..."

Beast handed them a picture of Wolverine's wife, Kayla. "She was your wife, Logan. Stryker made you believe she was dead to cover your bones with adamantium. She was already pregnant and gave birth to Rogue on the island. Stryker took you from her and sent you to live in a family controlled by him. You ran away when you were barely five or six. Stryker wanted to find out how powerful a daughter of Kayla and James Logan would be... Mystique had this information and when she found you, she raised you."

Rogue stood up, let go of the picture and left the office. As she was closing the door, she heard Beast say, "let her go, she needs time."

As she was fighting the tears, she ran into Gambit. He caught her before she could fall. She broke his grip on her arms and ran away as fast as her feet could carry her. Gambit had seen the tears. He went to Ororo's office.

"Hi Gambit. What brings you here?" asked Storm.

"I think Rogue needs the help of someone she trusts, and I guess Wolverine isn't that person."

With a frown and a thank you, Storm left and looked for Rogue. The girl was hiding in her bedroom. Ororo knocked, and, with no answer but sobs, went in to comfort her protegee. She sat next to the girl on the bed and stroke her back. She said noting as Rogue was unable to talk. Once she started to calm down Rogue looked at Storm with teary eyes. "What's the matter, child?"

"Logan is my biological father..." was all Rogue could say before sobs stopped her.

Storm hugged her. Of course it was disturbing to find out abruptly who your father are. First she discovered Mystique was her foster parent, then she found out Wolverine was her biological father. The young lady had had a hard time lately. Rogue, between sobs, told Ororo the story Beast had told her.

"Now I believe this is good news. Both you and Logan can assemble the pieces together. You already loved him so much. I think your heart knew, somehow, how close you really are. And imagine Logan, the loner, discovering he had fathered a child? It must be as disturbing for him than it is for you..."

"I didn't think about his feelings. But how can I face him now? I used to think I had some kind of crush on him..."

"Don't bother with that. Your instincts told you that you were close. Your mind didn't know how to translate that. Plus, it is really sane for a girl to have a crush on her father when she's young. Psychology 101."

"Another thing that bothers me is that he did it behind my back. He asked me to provide Beast with a blood sample under false pretense. He told me it was to protect me and not bother me..."

"And it certainly was... You were already shocked due to the fact that Mystique is your foster mother."

Rogue searched Ororo's face. "You're bothered that a renegade mutant raised me and led me to kill Carol, aren't you?"

"Mystique believes in her cause, as I believe in mine. I don't think Carol is dead but the only person who could search for her was the Professor. I'm not bothered by your upbringing. I believe I never told you about mine."

Rogue shook her head, her curiosity picked.

"My father was an American musician and my mother was an African princess. I don't know how they met but I know they loved each other dearly. A little after my birth, my parents decided to leave the USA to move back in Kenya. They died when a bomb blew our home. I was a toddler but I remember those events clearly. I was buried alive with their bodies during endless hours."

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be... It happened a long time ago. Anyway I eventually was saved and sent to an orphanage. I ran away as soon as I could and learned to live in the streets. I can pick locks and pockets like no one else. When I reached puberty my elemental powers awoke. I ran away again and went away from cities. People from the countryside worshiped me so I would help them with the weather. They thought me a goddess. And see me now? I'm a quiet, honest, reliable headmistress of a mutant school. What a change."

"You were a thief?"

"As our friend Gambit. As you probably were too before Mystique found you. You probably stole sustenance when you were living alone. Even if you don't remember much of those years."

"I can't believe it! You're the most honest, straightforward person I know!"

"Now you know. I wasn't the person you know. We all make mistake. My thieving days were days during which I merely survived. I did what I did out of need. You took parts of Carol to save a person you believed to be your mother. And she was. Whatever else she did, she offered you shelter and sustenance during all those years. Had she not, you'd be living alone in the wild, fighting for yourself day after day. I wouldn't have the chance to know you. You wouldn't know your father."

"Maybe it would have been for the best..."

"You don't really believe that."

"I'd like to be alone, please."

Ororo nodded and left the room. She had done everything she could. She started when she saw Gambit leaning against the wall. (AN: YES, he's always hanging near Rogue's bedroom, when she's there. He cares. A lot.)

"Are you genuinely concerned by Rogue? She's not a challenge or a contest. Leave her alone."

"Ororo, Remy is innocent in this matter. I happen to be fond of the girl. If it was a contest, I'd have stopped trying long ago. It would be torture to seduce someone I can't make mine. But I know my reputation."

He bowed and exited. Ororo shook her head. The man seemed quite the flirt but he also seemed sincere with Rogue. She didn't know what to think.

Gambit borrowed one of the Mansion's cars and left for the closest town. He needed to get the girl out of his mind. As he said Ororo, it was torture. He was itching, aching to hold her close and make her his but he couldn't.

Cards were his friends. They would help him clear his mind. How effortless it was, for him, to play his beloved cards. He played them even better than he could play a woman's body. He stopped the car near the underground bar where he knew he could find poker tables. His trench-coat hugging his muscled frame, he entered the place. He made his way to a table and sat as if the place belonged to him. The people around the table greeted him as an old buddy. He smirked as the lady serving the cards included him in the next round. He handed a card to a groom and he brought back poker chips to Remy.

The Cajun settled the chips in front of himself, checked the cards and smirked. He lost himself in the game.

Hours later, his last opponent left the game. She was a young, twenty-something sexy woman. Remy detailed her features. Dark blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin. She was curvaceous and voluptuous. He could imagine himself buried in her as she writhed under him. He almost could taste her full breasts as they would fill his mouth.

He stood up as she did and gentlemanly bowed. “I hope you didn't mind that I wouldn't give you the upper hand, my lady.”

She walked toward him and reached out to shake his hand. He grabbed hers and kissed it. She giggled. “Mister LeBeau, if you knew me, you'd know that my pride is too high to let someone cheat so I would win.”

Remy junior twitched as she spoke. Her voice was soft as velvet. “I figured that much. Allow me to offer you a drink.”

They headed to the little bar. They ordered their poisons and sat on bar stools. She turned her body toward his. The bodice of her dress was showing off so much cleavage it took all his experience not to stare in this direction. He smiled pleasantly. “Are you in the city for business, mister LeBeau?”

“Please call me Remy, Lady. I came to help an old friend with his business.”

“Call me Ali. And which kind of business is that?”

She was way too curious. He shook his head. “Dear Ali... The last thing on my mind is business,” he said, giving her a flattering look from head to toe.

She giggled again and studied him through her eyelashes. “Where are you from exactly?”

“I'm from La Nouvelle Orléans... New Orleans. Most beautiful city in the world. With Paris of course.” He didn't say Paris the English way but the French way and Ali lowered her gaze, hear heart beating faster with each word the Cajun said à la Française. He noticed her distress and laid his hand over hers. While doing this, he added a small charge in his touch that would do wonders to the lady.

She felt her hand tingle and the sensation coursed through her body. Her cheeks flushed as her breathing caught in her throat. She stifled a moan. She unconsciously leaned toward him. His thumb was caressing the back of her hand and her eyes were captured by his. He threw a bill on the counter and led her outside, holding her hand.

This was the effect he had tried to create in Rogue the first day they met. If she had been attracted to him, even slightly, she would have fallen for him. This is why he couldn't allow himself to believe they had something. She rejected him on so many levels. His... attraction was not returned by her.

He shook any thought related to the Southern Belle and looked at the belle femme he was currently with. Alicia. He drove her to her hotel. She wasn't from the city herself.

She led him to the elevators. As soon as the doors closed behind them, she pounced on him and ravished his mouth. His hands pulled her closed and traveled all over her back. He squeezed her ass and she squirmed. They stopped when the doors rang as they reached her floor. She pulled him toward her suite. She frantically opened the door. Remy closed it and pushed her against it, kissing her. His skilled hands pulled on her skirt until her lower body – and her panties – were revealed. She arched her back against his hands, seeking friction. He knelt before her and pulled on her satin thong.

He pushed her hips back against the door and kept them motionless as his tongue explored her inner thigh. Ali, overcome by the sensation, held herself on his shoulders. His tongue teased her nether lips, avoiding the place were she wanted it. Once her skin was glistening with his saliva, he withdrew a little and blew cool air toward her womanhood. She cried out at the unusual sensation. She grabbed a hold of his hair and pressed his face to her mount of Venus. Grinning, he reached out with his tongue and finally gave her what she wanted, what she needed. He tasted her as his tongue worked on her soaked folds. He groaned. She was tasty. It felt so good to gave a woman's taste on his tongue again. Her nails scratched his skull as his lips closed over her clit and sucked hard, once.

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Délicieux. You taste so good, Ali.”

He got up and carried her to the bed. He loved fucking against a door but he knew she wouldn't last long, standing. Her knees were already weak and giving out. He laid her down almost tenderly. His hands caressed her, soft as feathers. His lips trailed over her breast, belly, thighs as his hands undressed her. His lips kissed her again where she wanted him the most. Slowly, steadily, his tongue traced circles around her clit as she arched and writhed under him. Her velvet voice moaned and cried her pleasure.

Once she started to go down from her climax, he started to undress himself. He was looking down at himself, undoing his shirt's buttons when two feminine, well-manicured hands grabbed it and ripped it open. He raised his eyes to meet Ali's. She undid his pants and pushed him back on the bed. She straddled him. His cock was hard and as ready as ever for some action. She grabbed his manhood and slowly placed a condom over his length. His breath caught in his throat at the sensation of her hand gliding along his cock. She bent down to kiss the latex-covered tip and placed herself above him. Her hand still wrapped around him, she guided him in her. So tight, so soft, so wet. Exactly how he loved his women. He sat up, holding her close. She held onto his shoulders for leverage as she worked him in a frantic rhythm that told him she was again close to the release. He kissed and licked her neck, ears, cleavage, everything he could reach. His hands, cupping her ass-cheeks, helped her going back and forth on him.

He groaned as her muscles started to tighten. He let go of any control he had over himself and came hard. She screamed his name as she came and her long nails dug bloody paths on his shoulder's skin. Her nails stopped at the bottom of his shoulder blades. Still inside her, he managed to make them both lay down side by side as they fought to catch their breathing again. He withdrew from her and she laid on her back. He smirked and got up to dispose of the condom in the bathroom.

As he looked at his reflection he couldn't help but think about Rogue. Remy knew he was selfish. The woman he was learning to... love was deprived of touch and relief. while she was helpless and lonely, he was burying himself in women, losing himself in meaningless sex. He used cold water from the tap to wash his face. Rogue was forced to celibate. Rogue couldn't touch, couldn't kiss anyone. He truly was selfish and insensitive.

When he came back in the bedroom, Ali was fast-asleep. He got dressed and left in the dead of the night. He went back straight to the Mansion and then straight to his bedroom. Since he had met Rogue and started to court her, he couldn't shake the guilt he felt any time he had sex with someone else.

'But we aren't together,' he thought. 'And I have needs. It's only natural that I keep myself satisfied.' usually, his conscience taunted him with a 'but how does she keep herself satisfied?' that killed any relief he might have felt.

The next morning, he waited for her in the kitchen. He hadn't slept all night, thinking about his behavior and his feelings for Rogue. He couldn't explain his attraction for her but he felt drawn to her in ways he had never felt before. Not even with... He stopped his train of thoughts. He took his cards and started to play. He stopped when the Queen of Hearts appeared. Was Rogue his Queen of Hearts? Was she the one who would... tame him?

No, she wasn't. He had always been free and wild. His attraction to her was merely due to the challenge she represented. Once he made her his, he would forget about her. This was him. This was how he functioned. Rogue wouldn't change him.
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