Co-Authored FIC: Beyond Redemption (5/5)
Title: Beyond Redemption (5/5 The end!!!)
Authors: Laenwyn & Skyblue Rae
Genre: Dark, Angst, Adult, Smut
Rating: NC17
Summary: He'd wanted her to beg for him for so long, but never thought she'd beg for something as simple as touch. To him though, her wish only made everything more complicated. Because it meant something that had had little to do with sheer lust.
A/N: Takes place about 5 years after Torn ... because sometimes the muse just REFUSES to leave it alone. Thank you to Wolveriness06 for the icon. Warning: An unhappy Rogue and an even unhappier Creed do not make for foof. Mature themes and dark situations ahead.
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Rogue knew, and she suspected Victor did too, that this time together was temporary. They couldn't be together. The X-Men wouldn't allow it and they'd never let him near the mansion again. She was certain The Brotherhood, or whoever Creed was working for, wouldn't accept his association with her either. She didn't want to know what Victor did for a living, she already knew enough to know it was the worst kind of work. Their time together was running out, and they'd have to go back to their lives. Could she walk away and forget ... again?
Glancing down her naked body, Rogue's eyes found Victor's as he nipped at her inner thigh while looking up at her. What did he really see, she wondered. Logan had always been able to tell if she was lying or holding something back. Was Victor just as perceptive? Did he sense her need? Or did he only see what he wanted to see, what he thought he was going to see in her eyes?
Victor wasn't comfortable with the solemn look that had flashed across Rogue's face. Was she still thinking of that damn runt? He watched as her head fell back against the pillow again when his tongue found her. He'd take her over the edge again, then fuck her. Then, they were finished with each other, once and for all. He couldn't kill her, but he could get rid of her in another way. By leaving. Or making her leave him. But she tasted and felt so good, his head was spinning. The thought of giving her up was painful because he knew he'd always long for more. Because he understood why the runt had been so possessive around her, the former untouchable girl.
She might not be drop dead gorgeous to some, but to him she was all that and more. It wasn't just how she looked, but who she really was. Under the deadly skin and now the tough girl exterior, she was genuine even when trying to manipulate, and vulnerable in a way that called to the natural protector and predator inside him. And now, so close to orgasm, she was entrancing. She moaned loudly, and he stroked her more roughly with his tongue. The thought of having Rogue climax into his mouth was more than he could take. It was more than intoxicating. Bringing her over like this, having her screaming his name, was something he'd be ready to kill for.
He was on top of Rogue the next moment, burying himself inside her. How was it even possible for it to feel this good? It wasn't supposed to, but Creed already knew he was a lost cause when it came to her. He couldn't resist, no matter how much he'd sworn he hated her, even wanted her dead. He couldn't say no. Deep down he also knew she'd probably always had that power over him, ever since he'd joined her squad.
He rocked his hips into her and as she arched her back to meet him, he thrust harder. He felt like he couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get deep enough to bury himself there forever.
"Please," she cried, pulling at her bonds.
Rogue's eyes met his, and in them he saw desperation. Was it possible that she felt that same hunger? Or had she finally grown tired of it all, of him?
"Victor," she pleaded his name in a voice that he'd waited years to hear. "Please."
He leaned over her, his eyes never leaving hers as his form almost swallowed her whole. He thought that's what she wanted of him; for him to bring her release.
"Please, Victor. Untie me. I want to touch you," she begged, the desperation she radiated turning into panic and despair.
Creed stopped so suddenly, she moved her hips against him in encouragement. Unsure if he'd even heard her correctly, he reached down, touching her face as he moved inside her once more.
"What, angel?"
"I want to touch you. I need to, please."
As he rushed to untie her bonds, Creed realized his hands were shaking. He'd wanted her to beg for him for so long, but never thought she'd beg for something as simple as touch. To him though, her wish only made everything more complicated. Because it meant something that had had little to do with sheer lust.
Her hands immediately touched his face, making him go still again. She stroked his cheek while he tried to deny what he saw in her expression. He couldn't see tenderness there, not again. He couldn't allow himself to see it or believe it. Her hands slid around the back of his neck as she pulled him down to press her lips against his. Creed couldn't shake her off, she was too strong, but he didn't want to shake her off either. Everything and everyone else could go to hell, he wanted her kiss.
He met it eagerly, holding her head in his hands, as they kissed each other deeply. Creed had wanted to kiss her since he saw her again. He'd never kissed anyone else during the years they'd been apart. He'd always been the kind of man who didn't do kisses, because he didn't want that kind of intimacy. But he'd secretly longed for it, five years of trying to deny how he felt about her. Now he was making up for wasted time and resistance. He knew he couldn't mark her, couldn't leave something with her to prove she was his, but he wanted to. He wanted some part of her to take with him, too. If this moment was all he had, he wanted something to remember her by.
Rogue hadn't felt truly alive in over a year, and no longer cared that being with this so called monster finally brought her back to life. She cared whether she lived or died now, and she wanted to draw this moment out forever. Her lip stung as she felt Creed bite down on it, drawing blood. It hurt, but it was such sweet pain, she didn't care. She'd never mind him letting her experience that kind of blissful pain again. But if this was the last time, she wanted more. There were no photos, no letters, nothing to remember him by. Just memories. She had nothing to give him, and he'd nothing to offer her. They couldn't mark each other physically, Rogue knew that. She knew all about his need to mark her because she felt it too. It was something very primal. Biting his bottom lip, hard enough to feel the metallic taste of blood on her tongue, she continued to kiss him.
Victor withdrew from the kiss and met her gaze. The need to just take off with her, to someplace unknown, was suddenly there. Was she thinking the same thing? He was sure he could see longing in her eyes, or was it all make believe? He wasn't sure, and he couldn't ask her either. It was complicated enough as it was - knowing he had to leave, or make her leave him. He dragged his thumb across her lips. At least now, they'd always have a part of each other with them.
"Now I have something to remember you by, angel," he murmured and kissed her again.
The blood stopped as they both quickly healed. Wrapping her legs around his waist encouragingly, Rogue felt Creed slide his hands under her shoulders, scooping her up to hold her against him. It was as if they couldn't get close enough. His hips pumped against her, and she clung, kissing his skin that was salty with sweat.
She felt the tension build inside her again with unnatural force. It was like a free fall, but it wasn't going to end with either of them dead. His claws dug into her skin, pushed by exertion and his own growing need. Rogue's head fell back as she felt the waves coming. Gasping for air, they hit her, one by one, until she couldn't feel her limbs anymore.
Creed cradled her neck, forcing her to look at him as he pushed her further, taking her farther. He'd waited so long for this, he knew it was true because of how he felt as he watched her. She looked wild in his arms; her hair an untamed tangle, skin completely flushed, and eyes open but almost blind from her release. He couldn't stop looking at her.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he said before burying his face in her neck, and pulsing within her until the climax hit him, spending himself inside her until they were both finally trembling from exhaustion.
Rogue stroked Victor's back while he lay panting, still buried inside her warmth. He remembered being with her like this once; having her arms and legs wrapped around him, having her hands caress his skin. It used to be torture and bliss at the same time, but now that pain had turned into a burning need. Never once since leaving the mansion, or even during this time they'd spent together, had he ever thought to experience something like this again. He'd had plenty of women over the years, some placing their hearts at his feet, or begging him to fuck them. And all this time there was no one to take her place. No one who would compare to her. Ever.
The thought lingered as he curled her against him to sleep.
Rogue felt his breath against her neck, then his lips as he smoothed her skin with kisses. She didn't want it to end, now that she felt alive again. Where would she find the strength to leave now?
"What's the matter angel?" she heard him murmur.
I don't want to leave. "It's nothing."
"Yes it is. Tell me what's wrong."
She felt her eyes water up. "It's just ..."
"What?"
Don't make me lose you again. "I'm scared to go back there," she whispered.
"They'll never know about this, you won't be in trouble. They're not going to hurt you, if that's what you're worried about," he said slowly.
Oh god, she thought, this was more than she could bear. Did he know? Did he want her to leave? Rogue suddenly found herself facing him, his arms going up to grab her by the shoulders. She tried to avoid his dark gaze but he shook her, forcing her to look at him.
"Look at me."
"I can't ..."
Somehow he didn't believe her, that she was truly scared to go back to the life she had. His little angel was hiding something, and maybe he knew what it was. Maybe he knew, because maybe he was feeling the same things she was. Decades of suppressing his emotions made it difficult to change that; letting go and losing himself in someone else usually only meant one thing. Trouble. He'd managed, for what seemed to be an eternity, to fight back every kind of emotion that resembled what he'd seen in her eyes earlier. Was it still there? Would she still think about him when he was gone? Will you remember?
"It's okay angel," he said and pulled her as close to him as was possible. "Let's go to sleep. Don't think about it anymore."
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They woke and as Victor leaned back on the pillows, Rogue fumbled to find her boots. With nothing else to wear, Creed offered her his coat again.
"Thank you," she mumbled.
She sat with her back to him, tugging on the boots slowly, unsure of why she was delaying. Did she want him to ask her to stay? To say he wanted to see her again? That was impossible. The two of them could never happen, not now, not with divided loyalties, not with their history. She shouldn't want the impossible, but this couldn't be it for them. Now that she'd seen him again, she couldn't just let it go! But what was she supposed to say? You didn't tell a man like Victor Creed to stay in your life. You didn't count on them to always be around. No matter how much she wanted it, Rogue wouldn't ask him to make promises.
Creed watched her, wishing she would hurry up and leave because the longer she stayed, the harder it became just to sit there and watch her go. He wouldn't ask her to stay with him. Stay with him and do what? Go live in a little village by the fucking woods? Happily ever after was never gonna happen to him - or her, it seemed. He couldn't bind her to him - or himself to her. It would never be that simple, but he'd be damned if this meant letting his angel go forever. She may not know where to find him - but he knew what she called home. I still know where you live, angel - and I'm not finished with you yet.
Rogue shrugged on his coat and stood, the bottom of it pooling around her boots. He walked up behind her, turning her to face him.
"It goes without saying angel - I'm turning down the job on you."
She laughed dryly, "Thanks."
"That doesn't mean the man won't find someone else to do it, though," he said, making her look at him.
Rogue nodded at him. "I'll keep my eyes open then. I'll be fine," she insisted.
Creed didn't agree and felt the powerful, protective urge nudging him now. He wanted to let her know - if it was in his power, he wouldn't let anyone hurt her. He wanted to tell her, but the words died in his throat as she smiled at him. He wouldn't yield and he was *not* going to tell her to stay.
"I ... uhm," her words faltered, "I should go." Rogue knew she should. He was looking at her like she needed to go.
Reaching for the door, she hesitated.
"How - I don't know how to get your coat back to you," she said, uncertainly.
Creed watched her, sickened by the pinch in his chest. He needed to stop looking at her. Now!
"Just keep it," he muttered.
After a moment, she walked out and closed the door on him.