RP with tm_magneto
[locked to and written with tm_magneto. The following contains adult situations.]
Rogue and Magneto go on a mission, which doesn't quite go as Rogue planned, and then go back home and make-up.
The complex was fairly small. It didn't take a lot to get in, either.
There was a lot of metal.
Erik waved the door open, striding in through to the control room. Two men sprang up, guns at the ready. Erik waved the guns aside and used strips of metal to pin them against the door. "Don't try and be a hero," he warned them coldly, sparing them but a glance as he turned to Rogue. "We must find the disc, and then we may get out of here." This was not his favorite kind of mission. In fact, he would have sent Pyro and Toad, but Pyro was not in any condition to be going on missions at the moment.
Besides. It would be good to see how Rogue was progressing in her training. He turned to look at her. She was dressed in her black leather suit, wearing high boots and her usual gloves. Her hair was back. She looked very dangerous and official, but the way the leather molded to her curves was somewhat distracting.
Now is not the time to ogle your girlfriend, Lehnsherr.
"You won't find anything here," one of the men called.
Erik turned his head. He smiled. The man's companion was furiously shushing him. Don't you know who that is? "You should listen to your friend," Erik said softly.
"Don't matter. He's going to kill us anyway," the garrulous man said, kicking at the metal, trying to twist his body free.
Erik rolled his eyes and tightened it. "Only if you insist on trying to distract me."
"What, the great Magneto--"
He waved his hand, and the metal tightened too much, and the man gave a choking gasp and was then silent. The metal would have crushed him to death, most likely. "Like that. Now, Rogue, the disc, please."
She was bent over, looking through the shelves and shook her head. Looking over her shoulder at him. "I ain't findin' what ya want, sir." Rogue rose, not bothering to look at the one dead man, her focus on the one against the wall. Noting the way he was trying very hard not to look at anything. She drew off one of her gloves and stepped forward, glancing at Erik. "Whaddaya think?"
Rogue stepped closer, smiling sadly at the way the man's eyes widened. Obviously alarmed. "Think he knows somethin'?" She waggled her bare fingers. "I can find out if'n ya want."
"You gotta go to central command," the guy blurted. He wasn't sure what the woman was going to do, but Simpson next to him was obviously dead and no one had even touched him, so... "If you're looking for data."
"We are," Erik said. "Thank you. You have been most helpful. When the revolution comes, you may live."
The man squeaked something. Erik sighed. No one ever thought he was funny. "Onward, Rogue. Let us find this central command and be done with this."
Unfortunately, central command had a dizzying array of data from which to choose. They were marked, but with a code that made no immediate sense. Erik resisted the urge to swear. It would take hours to go through all of these and check them. This was supposed to be simple.
He turned towards the man on the floor, kneeling with his hands on top of his head, as Erik had instructed. "The code. Tell me what it is, so that I may find what I need."
The man shook his head. "I--I can't. I don't know it."
Erik stared at him. "I killed a man for boring me with idle chatter. Do you think I won't kill you for keeping information from me that I desire?"
The man was visibly terrified. "We don't know what it means. I swear."
Erik turned to Rogue. "See if he's telling the truth," he said curtly.
Rogue nodded and stepped forward, handing Erik her gloves. "Ya should've just told him," she murmured, kneeling down beside the man. Confident Erik would keep him from harming her. The man looked ready to bolt and she tried not to flinch as metal secured him in place. Her own hands pressing against his face.
His fear hit her immediately. Causing her to jump a little, tightening her grip. Trying to find what they needed as he poured into her. Rogue closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip, sifting through his memories as fast as she could. They were jumbled, erratic glimpses of numbers that she couldn't quite make out. Not with the overwhelming horror at what was happening to him.
Rogue let go, panting. "Can't," she whispered. "Too messy. Can't find anythin'."
The man was making a low sound of pain. Erik ignored him, looking down at Rogue. "That is not an option," he said firmly. "Do it again. Again, Rogue. I must have this disc."
"Why can't ya just torture him for the information?" Rogue snapped, trying not to tremble. The man's fear of Magneto pulsing through her, distorting Erik's voice to her own ears.
He stared at her, hard. "I am," he said quietly. "Again. Don't let go. If he dies, then he dies. But find me what I want. Now."
She nodded, grasping the man's face, trying to create as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. Maybe that would help. Rogue was trying to get to the memories that showed what the numbers meant but kept getting sidetracked. The man was thinking of his family and the images were slicing through her. Becoming one with her, shifting until she saw them as her own family. Crying openly now, his fear now her own. Wondering why this had been the job to take when Uncle Bobby had been all for hiring family.
No no no no. She didn't have an Uncle Bobby. No, did did. Uncle Bobby and Aunt Claire and...Rogue ripped her hands away. Cradling them to her body. Not bothering to open her eyes, speaking in a voice that wasn't hers. Telling Magneto what he needed. Curling in on herself. Trying to separate herself from the man. Trying to remember where she began.
Erik didn't bother to praise her. She was only doing what must be done. He found the disc easily enough and pocketed it. He leaned down to see if the man was still breathing, but he wasn't. He was dead, or close to it. Erik stood up and looked down at Rogue. "It's time to go." His voice was impassive, cold. "Get yourself together. The authorities will be here in a moment, and a bloodbath was not in the mission schematics."
He knew he was being harsh, but she needed to realize that this was how it was. Did I not impart these lessons strongly enough? Is that why she is reluctant and Pyro has gone off the deep end? At least Toad understood.
They were going to have some serious Brotherhood quality time together, this wayward team of his.
Rogue didn't process what he'd said at first. Lost in her own mind for a few moments but once she did, she rose and glared. "You try bein' forced ta become someone else an' then ya can snap at me ta get myself together." She snatched her gloves from him and stalked away. Shaking, trying to make the rest of the man leave her psyche.
Erik crossed to her in two long strides, grabbing her arm. "This is a mission. You are not to speak to me like that, do you understand me? Do what I tell you and you may yell at me at home, if you like." He pulled her with him, doors and metal flying out of the way as he marched towards the entrance. "That is a regrettable side-effect of your power, but we are soldiers, and there is no time for crying in battle. Get in the helicopter." He paused. "I don't like going on missions with you, because I can't stand to see you hurt," he said gruffly. "We'll talk about this on the way home. Quickly, now. I can hear the sirens."
Rogue wrenched her arm from his grasp and nodded, walking quickly to the helicopter. Forcing the door open with more force than necessary and slid onto the passenger seat. Not bothering to look at him. Waiting for him to board as she began getting the vehicle ready for liftoff. "Are we goin' home or somewhere else?" she asked, trying not to sound as snappy as she felt.
"No, that was the plan for the evening." Erik strapped himself in, behind the controls, but he used his powers to lift them up and away from the compound. "This is going to be incredibly beneficial information. I'll see that Avalanche translates it and gets it encrypted and sent to Forge." He looked over at her. She was obviously angry. "Rogue, you do realize you are my soldier, yes?"
She nodded, not trusting her voice. What she might accidentally say if she opened her mouth.
"Yes, very good. Then you can see why I don't have time to comfort you, when I am trying to keep us both from facing unpleasant situations that arise when a great many armed authorities show up to arrest us?" He radioed their location to the base, then leaned back and watched her carefully.
"Yes, sir." Rogue forced herself to remain outwardly relaxed, completing what she needed to help them fly safely. Trying not to wonder if his coldness was going to transfer back to their bedroom. Remembering the unpleasantness after Disney World, nervous that was beginning again. Because of Pyro and Doug and whatever crazy notions were going on in her lover's head.
At least if she had to leave their room this time she wouldn't be alone. She'd have their cat. Rogue let her hair fall in front of her face, shielding it as she brushed a tear away. "ETA is an hour, sir." There her voice had been fine. Not at all shaky.
"Rogue," he said, sounding a bit tired. "This isn't like before. I knew you'd think that, but I don't want you to. We will go home and go to our room, and I will pretend not to notice the cat hair that is rapidly accumulating--it was on my cape, Rogue, that is not going to inspire terror--next time you're out, get a lint roller." He gave her a half-smile. "I don't want you to argue with me in missions. But I seem to have found the most dedicated, loyal group of soldiers who happen to be a bit prone to disrespect and being hotheaded."
"I'll try an' remember that. Not arguin' with ya. An' yeah, ya really did pick an interestin' bunch of us." Rogue reached over, squeezing his hand. "An' it...it better not be." Her voice dropped low, barely audible, "Like before. That'd break me."
Rogue let go of his hand and stared out the window. Fiddling with the mechanisms. Pushing what she hoped were the last remnants of the man from her mind. "I liked how I killed the other humans more," she muttered, barely aware she was speaking. "Didn't have to bother with them in my head. Hate havin' them there."
Wait. Oh crap. She hadn't told Erik about that incident with Rachel...Maybe he hadn't been listening.
He blinked. "Who did you kill? What the hell is this? Kill a human for the Brotherhood without telling Magneto, win a prize month?" He gave an exasperated snort. "Honestly, am I just not sating anyone's desires for violence? Someone should be telling me these things." He was beginning to wonder if he knew what was going on with his soldiers at all. Things were definitely getting out of hand. "Rogue, tell me who you killed, and why, and if I am going to have to write another press release about it, you know those things do take time."
"It wasn't my fault. I was defendin' myself," Rogue groused, pushing her hair back. "It was when I was with Ray. We were lookin' at places for her ta work. We went inta one an' they were all for hurtin' us--recognized me from some mutant hater printout apparently. I dealt with them. Ray burned the place ta the ground. No big deal."
"Mutant hater printout?" He sighed. "The slang of young people today. And when we get home, I expect you to write this up and put it on my desk. Names, details, persons involved. Maybe I should have Avalanche create a form. Things I did on leave and forget to tell Magneto about." He scowled suddenly. "Anna, you didn't tell me anyone tried to hurt you. I'm glad you killed them."
"Apparently its a nice picture of me, the guy did say I was pretty." Rogue shrugged, running her fingers along the console. "I didn't wanna worry ya. It was already done an' over with. I used your power if'n that makes ya feel any better."
"It would make me feel better if you had told me, Anna," he said pointedly. "Why didn't you? This is what I don't understand. Did neither you nor Pyro think that I would support what you have done? Did you think you would get in trouble? I'm just unclear where the communications are falling apart, here."
"I thought ya might think seein' Ray was too dangerous. An' I didn't want ya ta worry. Not anymore than ya already do." Rogue bit her lip, frowning. Hating that what he said made sense. "I--I'm sorry I didn't tell ya. That was stupid. Should've said somethin'. But there wasn't anythin' ya could've done. They were already dead." She peered closely at him. "Are ya mad at me?"
"Of course not. I'm pleased you took out that operation. In fact, I'm mostly just proud of you. And grateful to Rachel, of course. It is a shame she is so enamored of Essex--you didn't think there is a chance we could woo her away from him, did you?" He looked hopefully at Rogue. Having Rachel on the Brotherhood's side would be a powerful ally, but as grateful to Essex as he was for helping Rogue (not to mention being able to touch her), Erik was not that fond of him.
"Do ya think anyone could woo me away from you?" Rogue asked, shaking her head. "Sides, he's good for Ray an' I like Sinny--don't you ever tell Skids that. Her an' I are already dealin' with enough issues." She sighed, leaning back. "When we get home is there gonna be any possible Anna an' Erik time? Cause I'd really like that but I understand if'n we're too busy." Really. Yes. She did.
"I just need to get this to Avalanche, and then I am happy to be Erik again for the duration of the evening." He yawned, which looked a bit incongruous in the helmet. "And did you just refer to Essex as Sinny? Good god, don't tell me you called the man that to his pasty-white face?"
"He likes me an' of course I did!" Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ya're gonna fall asleep as soon as we get home, ain't ya?" She was not going to sigh. Was not, was not.
"Give me a reason to stay awake, then," he said, smirking at her. "Actually, you in that leather outfit and those boots is definitely a good reason." He thought for a moment about how to say what he wanted. "I am...sorry I was a bit harsh, in there. I know it caused you distress, what you did. I wish it didn't have to hurt you as it does."
"Thank you, Erik. It means a lot you just sayin' that." Rogue blew him a kiss. "An' if'n ya stay awake, I'll let ya help me outta the outfit an' boots. The zipper is metal." She straightened up a bit, expression becoming serious. "An', I'll remember not ta argue with ya, sir. I shouldn't have done that. Gotta get better at differentiating our relationship as Anna an' Erik from ya as Magneto. I'll do better. Promise."
"Thank you," Erik said, then laughed. "Thank god you are rational. What is going on with my Brotherhood, Rogue? Why are my soldiers so concerned with things other than the Cause?" He wrapped his gloved fingers around the controls, though they moved with a thought. "Have I chosen poorly? You, and Toad--your loyalty is unquestioned. And I had thought that about Pyro. But he is distracted, distant." Erik's brow furrowed. "And Skids is so angry, all the time. Avalanche is only loyal because he's young and wants some place to be. I think that things need to change. We are hear for a reason. Some of my soldiers have forgotten."
"Well..." She paused, trying to formulate her thoughts. To figure out how best to say what she needed. "I think Skids is young an' will grow out of it. She seems ta have calmed down a bit since gettin' together with Av but that might just be cause she has somewhere else to focus that energy. Ya don't give Av enough credit but I ain't goin' inta that now. An' as for Pyro..." Rogue peered at him. "Well, since ya asked, I think you're wrong. I think he is loyal to you an' ta the Cause but Erik, he loves Doug. An' Doug is in jail. Do ya really expect him ta be able ta concentrate? Wait." She held up a hand, sighing.
"Don't answer that. I know ya do. But he's, what, nineteen? Hasn't had as much practice at focusin' his attention on the Cause as you have. An' how exactly would you be if'n I was in jail--an' that whole I'd never let you go ta jail spiel don't count. So think of a real answer." There. She'd managed to say it all.
"You wouldn't spend a night in some human prison," Erik snarled derisively, his eyes narrowed in anger at the thought. "I would get you out and kill them all for daring to put you in behind bars." His voice was dangerously sharp. The thought of her locked up was making him furious. He gripped the controls, too hard, and forced himself to respond to her.
"I understand Pyro's distress. But if he had simply come to me before deciding to take matters into his own hand, then we would have had less of an issue."
He raked a hand through his hair. "Avalanche needs direction. Skids needs some place to focus her considerable energy. Toad is performing admirably and should receive a commodation for his behavior, and Pyro...I am unsure if the best thing to do at the moment would be to give him leave until he gets his head on straight. He is of no use to me, now."
Rogue placed a hand on his arm, trying to calm him. "I know ya would."
She thought about the rest of what he'd said. "I...do ya really think sendin' him away is the best idea?" She wasn't all that certain it was. "I know we're an army, Erik. Soldiers an' all but...I'd like ta think we're more than just that."
"Rogue, Pyro is a danger to himself and every single member of the Brotherhood who accompanies him on a mission. He could end up killed, or getting someone else killed. Pyro would not countenance such a thing, he'd be a thousand times more distracted than he is now. No, I think perhaps I should let him go and let him figure out what he needs to do before he can be my soldier again." He headed towards the landing pad, stretching. "I don't want you to think I'm getting rid of him. He's welcome to come back, of course, but Rogue--I won't put the safety of others in jeopardy because Pyro is moping about his boyfriend. I realize that is harsh, but I am a harsh man, and I am a general with a war to fight. I don't have room for adolescent angst."
He sighed. "I know what you are going to say. You don't like it, and you think I am being cold. But Rogue, if he hurt himself--or anyone else--I wouldn't forgive myself, either. You are all important to me. I have to put what is best for the group first."
Rogue slowly nodded. "I guess there ain't any point in me sayin' it then." She sighed, leaning back against the seat. Watching their home come into view. "When're ya gonna tell him? How're ya gonna tell him? We kinda do want him ta have the impression that he is welcomed back."
He raised a brow at her rather imperious tone, but said nothing. "Yes, I know that. And I will call him to my office and I will tell him that he is being given leave to deal with these...personal issues...and he is welcome back if and when he deals with them accordingly." At her look, he gave an exasperated sigh. "He is welcome back, Rogue, but I am not going to coddle the boy any further. He must make his own choices and face the consequences. Now, we've arrived, let us land the helicopter, mmm?"
It was a fairly easy process to do, but he took the opportunity to save himself a lecture. Erik was learning.
* * *
After the helicopter was docked, he left Rogue to do the final checks and took the data disc to Avalanche. No statement was necessary about their attack, so he went straight to his bedroom and waited for Rogue to re-appear. The kitten bounded over to him--it liked him, much to Erik's chagrin--and he sighed, seeing one of his sweaters in the corner of the room, a tangle of pulled threads where smooth fabric had been before.
"You are lucky that I love her, or else you would be nice lining in my cape," he informed the kitten, which mewed and tried to climb up his leg. "Well, yes, just continue ruining my reputation, there. I am going to have to blow up a public monument to make up for it. I should have Rogue send Rachel one of you," he said, picking Finn up and holding him out at arm's length. "Let's see Sinister's reputation ruined by a puppy, perhaps, for variety?" Erik laughed. He was in a good mood. The mission was over, the data with Avalanche, and while he was mildly sad to have to send Pyro away, he did think it was for the best.
Rogue was intent on putting Pyro's inevitable departure out of her mind, at least for the evening. It wouldn't help any and she was looking forward to spending some time alone with Erik and Finn. Entering the room, she couldn't help but laugh at the way Erik was holding the kitten. "He ain't a bomb," she chided, scooping the cat out of his hands and held the animal close. Rubbing its neck and letting Finn rub his head against her. "Ya're supposed ta hold him close an' scratch his head. He really seems to like that."
She saw the sweater on the floor but decided not to say anything about it. "Did ya miss us?" she asked the kitten, smiling at his pitiful noise. "Think I should take that as a yes."
Erik sort of hated that she looked adorable with a kitten. Falling in love was making him ridiculous. "I should have insisted you get a more threatening pet. A large dog. Possibly a mastiff. Maybe a cougar, or something." He sat on the bed, then lay back, watching her from slitted eyes. "Put the kitten down," he instructed, and used his powers to tug at the zippers on her uniform. "I believe you promised to entertain me. Seeing you with a kitten is putting me to sleep."
"I dunno," she murmured, giving Finn one more scratch before placing him gently on the floor. "He is kinda amusin'. Keeps me plenty entertained." Rogue laughed at his look and crawled across the bed to straddle him, pressing her hands against his chest. "An' I did all the work today, shouldn't I be the one gettin' entertained?"
"You did, did you? Tell me, Rogue, did you even know what we were going to do before we went?" He used his powers again to unzip the front of her black leather outfit. Very, very slowly. "Had you any idea what I wanted from that particular target, or why? If I had asked you, Rogue, pick us a location that will yield us important information for an as-yet-fully-planned attack, is that what you would have picked?" He smirked up at her. "Some credit to your general, please, before I praise your admirable skills."
Rogue rolled her eyes and then bowed. "Oh great general whatever would we do without ya?" she asked, exaggerating her accent. "Clearly, we'd be lost."
"You would be," Erik said smugly, reaching his hand inside her shirt. She was wearing a bra beneath the leather, something silky. Red. He smiled, trailing his fingers across the silk. "Hmm. If I weren't here right now, pretty girl, what would you be doing?"
"Playin' with my kitten," she quipped, rapping him lightly on the nose. "An' then probably watchin' somethin' with Skids an' Avalanche an' bein' bored an' waitin' for you ta be ready for bed. An' then play with Finn again. Cause he's so cute."
"And what would you do," he asked her, finding the metal clasp with his powers and removed it carefully, so her breasts were framed in the opening of her uniform, "If you were excited and terribly aroused, and I was not here?" He quirked a brow. "Please, Rogue, if it has to do with the kitten again, make something up." He lightly tweaked her nipples, then pinched them, hard.
Rogue gasped, hands tightening in his shirt. "Are ya jealous of the poor kitten?" she asked, biting her lip to stop from laughing. "An' hmmm, I'd lay on the bed--on your side, cause I like bein' able ta smell ya on the pillow. An' I'd take this bracelet," she raised her arm, jingling the gift he'd given her so very long ago, "an' I like sucking on it while I touch my breasts the way you do. That'd be first an' think lots about ya doin' it. Cause your hands are so much better than mine."
"I am not jealous of the kitten," he said, watching her. "I shall touch your breasts. You show me what you do with that bracelet. If I had known you liked sucking on metal things, Anna, I would have obliged you with something more...substantial. A mace, of some kind." He laughed, feeling aroused, relaxed. The edge of the earlier violence was still riding him, and he was rougher with her than he sometimes was. "Show me," he said huskily, pulling the zipper down, exposing more of her body to his hungry gaze.
She nodded, breath catching a little as she brought her arm up. Brushing the bracelet against her lips. Her tongue darted out, slowly dragging over the metal, knowing he could feel it. Liking that he could, it was the reason she did it. Tasting the metal when he was gone was a way to be close to him. She pulled at the clasp, undoing it with her teeth and slowly brought it in her mouth, sucking. Watching him with wide eyes, hoping he liked it.
"That," he said huskily, "Is inspired. I am going to think of you doing just that, when I'm not around and you are sleeping alone." He flipped her so that she was beneath him, stripping her of the rest of her uniform. He left the boots on, edged with metal buckles. It meant he could jerk her legs up, wrap them around his waist, press them against his back. But he didn't do that yet. He moved a bit away, looking down at her, dressed only in panties and high black boots. "Show me what else you do," he murmured, staring at her with hot, predatory eyes.
Rogue licked her lips, breathing a little harder. Unable to look anywhere but at him, at his eyes. She left the metal in her mouth, one hand helping to slide it in and out of her mouth, slowly, like he would have done. Her other hand she trailed down her neck, fingers ghosting over her flesh. Across her collarbones, the upper swells of her breasts. Stroking down her sides, deliberately teasing herself before brushing her palm against her breast. Arching at the touch, whimpering softly.
"Very nice. You are clearly very good at pleasing yourself." He began pulling at the fabric of the shirt he wore under his uniform, which was hanging in the closet, the helmet on the shelf. He could feel the flush in his cheekbones climb as he watched. "More," he murmured. "Show me more. What do you do, when you are whimpering for me and I am not there?"
She kept rubbing her breasts, arching up into her hands. Gasping when she tugged lightly on her nipples and sucked harder on the metal. She left her breasts, hand trailing down her stomach, blushing brightly as she traced the top of her panties. Pressing her legs together tightly. "Erik," she whined, aching for his touch.
"Show me," he breathed, wanting to watch her. "I want to watch, Anna. Don't you want to please me? Do what I say, now..." his voice slipped easily into his tones of implicit command. "Touch yourself, tell me what you want. If you do it well, I may just give it to you." His hands went to his belt, but he didn't unbuckle it, not just yet.
"I want you," Rogue whined, sucking the metal, letting her tongue whirl around it. Her hand slid beneath her panties and she gasped as her fingers brushed her clit, not at all surprised how wet she was. "I want ya ta...oh...touch me an' feel your hands on me." She was pressing up into her hand now, trying not to rub too hard. To make herself wait. "Want you."
The sight of her, writhing on the bed, sucking her metal bracelet and touching herself for him...Erik was a man of great restraint, but he wasn't a fool. He pulled his belt off and undid his pants, moving to join her on the bed. He used his control over the metal to wrench her legs up and cross her ankles at his back, feeling the softness of her wet panties against his cock. "You are such a good girl," he murmured, kissing her, reaching down to simply push her panties aside so he could take her. Feeling her warm flesh clasped around his cock was a sharp pleasure, given all the months they'd had to mute this very contact to be safe.
Erik fucked her fast and deep, his mouth against her ear, panting as he took her. "My good soldier. Aren't you, Anna?"
Rogue whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck, shutting her eyes tight. "Am, Erik. Promise, promise, promise," she breathed, barely aware what she was saying. Focused on what he was doing, on his skin against hers, inside of her. Her lips pressed against his neck, leaving a flurry of hard kisses. Her metal bracelet discarded on the bed so she could taste him.
You killed for me, he wanted to say, but he didn't; it was a dark thought, and had no place between them now. But the possessiveness was there, the pride, the sense that he owned her, her allegiance and her body and her love and all of it--
Erik put his hand between her legs, wanting to feel her come for him, wanting her to shudder and gasp in pleasure. "Mine," he breathed against her ear. "And I'll never let you go."
She cried out, head pressing back against the mattress. Her hands tightening, unable to stop herself from gasping for air. Trying so hard to steady her breathing, wanting desperately for this to last. But she was helpless, his words, his hands, his cock driving inside of her. It was all too much, sending her over the edge entirely too soon. Holding tightly onto him as she shuddered and came, unwilling to let him go. Murmuring his name over and over again.
The pull of her muscles against him was a pleasurable torment, and he came hard, stifling a groan as his hips bucked one last time. He still had his pants on. He raised his head and gave a low, sated laugh. "See? You were so very good at that, I couldn't even get undressed." He kissed her soundly, then stood up, feeling a bit invigorated. "Did I tell you what Essex told me? Something about my mutation, it is going to give me some unnaturally long lifespan full of good health. I am very glad about that at the moment." He grinned down at her. Anna was likely the only one who ever saw him relaxed. "I'm going to have a shower. Do you want to join me?"
She raised her arms. "Ya're gonna have ta help me up." Rogue grinned back, wiping hair out of her face. "An' I'm very glad for that too. Cause I ain't lettin' ya go anytime soon."
He pulled her up, and led her to the shower. He'd have to talk to Pyro. He'd have to get Avalanche to work on the weapons code. But for the moment, he was content to be Erik.
Rogue and Magneto go on a mission, which doesn't quite go as Rogue planned, and then go back home and make-up.
The complex was fairly small. It didn't take a lot to get in, either.
There was a lot of metal.
Erik waved the door open, striding in through to the control room. Two men sprang up, guns at the ready. Erik waved the guns aside and used strips of metal to pin them against the door. "Don't try and be a hero," he warned them coldly, sparing them but a glance as he turned to Rogue. "We must find the disc, and then we may get out of here." This was not his favorite kind of mission. In fact, he would have sent Pyro and Toad, but Pyro was not in any condition to be going on missions at the moment.
Besides. It would be good to see how Rogue was progressing in her training. He turned to look at her. She was dressed in her black leather suit, wearing high boots and her usual gloves. Her hair was back. She looked very dangerous and official, but the way the leather molded to her curves was somewhat distracting.
Now is not the time to ogle your girlfriend, Lehnsherr.
"You won't find anything here," one of the men called.
Erik turned his head. He smiled. The man's companion was furiously shushing him. Don't you know who that is? "You should listen to your friend," Erik said softly.
"Don't matter. He's going to kill us anyway," the garrulous man said, kicking at the metal, trying to twist his body free.
Erik rolled his eyes and tightened it. "Only if you insist on trying to distract me."
"What, the great Magneto--"
He waved his hand, and the metal tightened too much, and the man gave a choking gasp and was then silent. The metal would have crushed him to death, most likely. "Like that. Now, Rogue, the disc, please."
She was bent over, looking through the shelves and shook her head. Looking over her shoulder at him. "I ain't findin' what ya want, sir." Rogue rose, not bothering to look at the one dead man, her focus on the one against the wall. Noting the way he was trying very hard not to look at anything. She drew off one of her gloves and stepped forward, glancing at Erik. "Whaddaya think?"
Rogue stepped closer, smiling sadly at the way the man's eyes widened. Obviously alarmed. "Think he knows somethin'?" She waggled her bare fingers. "I can find out if'n ya want."
"You gotta go to central command," the guy blurted. He wasn't sure what the woman was going to do, but Simpson next to him was obviously dead and no one had even touched him, so... "If you're looking for data."
"We are," Erik said. "Thank you. You have been most helpful. When the revolution comes, you may live."
The man squeaked something. Erik sighed. No one ever thought he was funny. "Onward, Rogue. Let us find this central command and be done with this."
Unfortunately, central command had a dizzying array of data from which to choose. They were marked, but with a code that made no immediate sense. Erik resisted the urge to swear. It would take hours to go through all of these and check them. This was supposed to be simple.
He turned towards the man on the floor, kneeling with his hands on top of his head, as Erik had instructed. "The code. Tell me what it is, so that I may find what I need."
The man shook his head. "I--I can't. I don't know it."
Erik stared at him. "I killed a man for boring me with idle chatter. Do you think I won't kill you for keeping information from me that I desire?"
The man was visibly terrified. "We don't know what it means. I swear."
Erik turned to Rogue. "See if he's telling the truth," he said curtly.
Rogue nodded and stepped forward, handing Erik her gloves. "Ya should've just told him," she murmured, kneeling down beside the man. Confident Erik would keep him from harming her. The man looked ready to bolt and she tried not to flinch as metal secured him in place. Her own hands pressing against his face.
His fear hit her immediately. Causing her to jump a little, tightening her grip. Trying to find what they needed as he poured into her. Rogue closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip, sifting through his memories as fast as she could. They were jumbled, erratic glimpses of numbers that she couldn't quite make out. Not with the overwhelming horror at what was happening to him.
Rogue let go, panting. "Can't," she whispered. "Too messy. Can't find anythin'."
The man was making a low sound of pain. Erik ignored him, looking down at Rogue. "That is not an option," he said firmly. "Do it again. Again, Rogue. I must have this disc."
"Why can't ya just torture him for the information?" Rogue snapped, trying not to tremble. The man's fear of Magneto pulsing through her, distorting Erik's voice to her own ears.
He stared at her, hard. "I am," he said quietly. "Again. Don't let go. If he dies, then he dies. But find me what I want. Now."
She nodded, grasping the man's face, trying to create as much skin-to-skin contact as possible. Maybe that would help. Rogue was trying to get to the memories that showed what the numbers meant but kept getting sidetracked. The man was thinking of his family and the images were slicing through her. Becoming one with her, shifting until she saw them as her own family. Crying openly now, his fear now her own. Wondering why this had been the job to take when Uncle Bobby had been all for hiring family.
No no no no. She didn't have an Uncle Bobby. No, did did. Uncle Bobby and Aunt Claire and...Rogue ripped her hands away. Cradling them to her body. Not bothering to open her eyes, speaking in a voice that wasn't hers. Telling Magneto what he needed. Curling in on herself. Trying to separate herself from the man. Trying to remember where she began.
Erik didn't bother to praise her. She was only doing what must be done. He found the disc easily enough and pocketed it. He leaned down to see if the man was still breathing, but he wasn't. He was dead, or close to it. Erik stood up and looked down at Rogue. "It's time to go." His voice was impassive, cold. "Get yourself together. The authorities will be here in a moment, and a bloodbath was not in the mission schematics."
He knew he was being harsh, but she needed to realize that this was how it was. Did I not impart these lessons strongly enough? Is that why she is reluctant and Pyro has gone off the deep end? At least Toad understood.
They were going to have some serious Brotherhood quality time together, this wayward team of his.
Rogue didn't process what he'd said at first. Lost in her own mind for a few moments but once she did, she rose and glared. "You try bein' forced ta become someone else an' then ya can snap at me ta get myself together." She snatched her gloves from him and stalked away. Shaking, trying to make the rest of the man leave her psyche.
Erik crossed to her in two long strides, grabbing her arm. "This is a mission. You are not to speak to me like that, do you understand me? Do what I tell you and you may yell at me at home, if you like." He pulled her with him, doors and metal flying out of the way as he marched towards the entrance. "That is a regrettable side-effect of your power, but we are soldiers, and there is no time for crying in battle. Get in the helicopter." He paused. "I don't like going on missions with you, because I can't stand to see you hurt," he said gruffly. "We'll talk about this on the way home. Quickly, now. I can hear the sirens."
Rogue wrenched her arm from his grasp and nodded, walking quickly to the helicopter. Forcing the door open with more force than necessary and slid onto the passenger seat. Not bothering to look at him. Waiting for him to board as she began getting the vehicle ready for liftoff. "Are we goin' home or somewhere else?" she asked, trying not to sound as snappy as she felt.
"No, that was the plan for the evening." Erik strapped himself in, behind the controls, but he used his powers to lift them up and away from the compound. "This is going to be incredibly beneficial information. I'll see that Avalanche translates it and gets it encrypted and sent to Forge." He looked over at her. She was obviously angry. "Rogue, you do realize you are my soldier, yes?"
She nodded, not trusting her voice. What she might accidentally say if she opened her mouth.
"Yes, very good. Then you can see why I don't have time to comfort you, when I am trying to keep us both from facing unpleasant situations that arise when a great many armed authorities show up to arrest us?" He radioed their location to the base, then leaned back and watched her carefully.
"Yes, sir." Rogue forced herself to remain outwardly relaxed, completing what she needed to help them fly safely. Trying not to wonder if his coldness was going to transfer back to their bedroom. Remembering the unpleasantness after Disney World, nervous that was beginning again. Because of Pyro and Doug and whatever crazy notions were going on in her lover's head.
At least if she had to leave their room this time she wouldn't be alone. She'd have their cat. Rogue let her hair fall in front of her face, shielding it as she brushed a tear away. "ETA is an hour, sir." There her voice had been fine. Not at all shaky.
"Rogue," he said, sounding a bit tired. "This isn't like before. I knew you'd think that, but I don't want you to. We will go home and go to our room, and I will pretend not to notice the cat hair that is rapidly accumulating--it was on my cape, Rogue, that is not going to inspire terror--next time you're out, get a lint roller." He gave her a half-smile. "I don't want you to argue with me in missions. But I seem to have found the most dedicated, loyal group of soldiers who happen to be a bit prone to disrespect and being hotheaded."
"I'll try an' remember that. Not arguin' with ya. An' yeah, ya really did pick an interestin' bunch of us." Rogue reached over, squeezing his hand. "An' it...it better not be." Her voice dropped low, barely audible, "Like before. That'd break me."
Rogue let go of his hand and stared out the window. Fiddling with the mechanisms. Pushing what she hoped were the last remnants of the man from her mind. "I liked how I killed the other humans more," she muttered, barely aware she was speaking. "Didn't have to bother with them in my head. Hate havin' them there."
Wait. Oh crap. She hadn't told Erik about that incident with Rachel...Maybe he hadn't been listening.
He blinked. "Who did you kill? What the hell is this? Kill a human for the Brotherhood without telling Magneto, win a prize month?" He gave an exasperated snort. "Honestly, am I just not sating anyone's desires for violence? Someone should be telling me these things." He was beginning to wonder if he knew what was going on with his soldiers at all. Things were definitely getting out of hand. "Rogue, tell me who you killed, and why, and if I am going to have to write another press release about it, you know those things do take time."
"It wasn't my fault. I was defendin' myself," Rogue groused, pushing her hair back. "It was when I was with Ray. We were lookin' at places for her ta work. We went inta one an' they were all for hurtin' us--recognized me from some mutant hater printout apparently. I dealt with them. Ray burned the place ta the ground. No big deal."
"Mutant hater printout?" He sighed. "The slang of young people today. And when we get home, I expect you to write this up and put it on my desk. Names, details, persons involved. Maybe I should have Avalanche create a form. Things I did on leave and forget to tell Magneto about." He scowled suddenly. "Anna, you didn't tell me anyone tried to hurt you. I'm glad you killed them."
"Apparently its a nice picture of me, the guy did say I was pretty." Rogue shrugged, running her fingers along the console. "I didn't wanna worry ya. It was already done an' over with. I used your power if'n that makes ya feel any better."
"It would make me feel better if you had told me, Anna," he said pointedly. "Why didn't you? This is what I don't understand. Did neither you nor Pyro think that I would support what you have done? Did you think you would get in trouble? I'm just unclear where the communications are falling apart, here."
"I thought ya might think seein' Ray was too dangerous. An' I didn't want ya ta worry. Not anymore than ya already do." Rogue bit her lip, frowning. Hating that what he said made sense. "I--I'm sorry I didn't tell ya. That was stupid. Should've said somethin'. But there wasn't anythin' ya could've done. They were already dead." She peered closely at him. "Are ya mad at me?"
"Of course not. I'm pleased you took out that operation. In fact, I'm mostly just proud of you. And grateful to Rachel, of course. It is a shame she is so enamored of Essex--you didn't think there is a chance we could woo her away from him, did you?" He looked hopefully at Rogue. Having Rachel on the Brotherhood's side would be a powerful ally, but as grateful to Essex as he was for helping Rogue (not to mention being able to touch her), Erik was not that fond of him.
"Do ya think anyone could woo me away from you?" Rogue asked, shaking her head. "Sides, he's good for Ray an' I like Sinny--don't you ever tell Skids that. Her an' I are already dealin' with enough issues." She sighed, leaning back. "When we get home is there gonna be any possible Anna an' Erik time? Cause I'd really like that but I understand if'n we're too busy." Really. Yes. She did.
"I just need to get this to Avalanche, and then I am happy to be Erik again for the duration of the evening." He yawned, which looked a bit incongruous in the helmet. "And did you just refer to Essex as Sinny? Good god, don't tell me you called the man that to his pasty-white face?"
"He likes me an' of course I did!" Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ya're gonna fall asleep as soon as we get home, ain't ya?" She was not going to sigh. Was not, was not.
"Give me a reason to stay awake, then," he said, smirking at her. "Actually, you in that leather outfit and those boots is definitely a good reason." He thought for a moment about how to say what he wanted. "I am...sorry I was a bit harsh, in there. I know it caused you distress, what you did. I wish it didn't have to hurt you as it does."
"Thank you, Erik. It means a lot you just sayin' that." Rogue blew him a kiss. "An' if'n ya stay awake, I'll let ya help me outta the outfit an' boots. The zipper is metal." She straightened up a bit, expression becoming serious. "An', I'll remember not ta argue with ya, sir. I shouldn't have done that. Gotta get better at differentiating our relationship as Anna an' Erik from ya as Magneto. I'll do better. Promise."
"Thank you," Erik said, then laughed. "Thank god you are rational. What is going on with my Brotherhood, Rogue? Why are my soldiers so concerned with things other than the Cause?" He wrapped his gloved fingers around the controls, though they moved with a thought. "Have I chosen poorly? You, and Toad--your loyalty is unquestioned. And I had thought that about Pyro. But he is distracted, distant." Erik's brow furrowed. "And Skids is so angry, all the time. Avalanche is only loyal because he's young and wants some place to be. I think that things need to change. We are hear for a reason. Some of my soldiers have forgotten."
"Well..." She paused, trying to formulate her thoughts. To figure out how best to say what she needed. "I think Skids is young an' will grow out of it. She seems ta have calmed down a bit since gettin' together with Av but that might just be cause she has somewhere else to focus that energy. Ya don't give Av enough credit but I ain't goin' inta that now. An' as for Pyro..." Rogue peered at him. "Well, since ya asked, I think you're wrong. I think he is loyal to you an' ta the Cause but Erik, he loves Doug. An' Doug is in jail. Do ya really expect him ta be able ta concentrate? Wait." She held up a hand, sighing.
"Don't answer that. I know ya do. But he's, what, nineteen? Hasn't had as much practice at focusin' his attention on the Cause as you have. An' how exactly would you be if'n I was in jail--an' that whole I'd never let you go ta jail spiel don't count. So think of a real answer." There. She'd managed to say it all.
"You wouldn't spend a night in some human prison," Erik snarled derisively, his eyes narrowed in anger at the thought. "I would get you out and kill them all for daring to put you in behind bars." His voice was dangerously sharp. The thought of her locked up was making him furious. He gripped the controls, too hard, and forced himself to respond to her.
"I understand Pyro's distress. But if he had simply come to me before deciding to take matters into his own hand, then we would have had less of an issue."
He raked a hand through his hair. "Avalanche needs direction. Skids needs some place to focus her considerable energy. Toad is performing admirably and should receive a commodation for his behavior, and Pyro...I am unsure if the best thing to do at the moment would be to give him leave until he gets his head on straight. He is of no use to me, now."
Rogue placed a hand on his arm, trying to calm him. "I know ya would."
She thought about the rest of what he'd said. "I...do ya really think sendin' him away is the best idea?" She wasn't all that certain it was. "I know we're an army, Erik. Soldiers an' all but...I'd like ta think we're more than just that."
"Rogue, Pyro is a danger to himself and every single member of the Brotherhood who accompanies him on a mission. He could end up killed, or getting someone else killed. Pyro would not countenance such a thing, he'd be a thousand times more distracted than he is now. No, I think perhaps I should let him go and let him figure out what he needs to do before he can be my soldier again." He headed towards the landing pad, stretching. "I don't want you to think I'm getting rid of him. He's welcome to come back, of course, but Rogue--I won't put the safety of others in jeopardy because Pyro is moping about his boyfriend. I realize that is harsh, but I am a harsh man, and I am a general with a war to fight. I don't have room for adolescent angst."
He sighed. "I know what you are going to say. You don't like it, and you think I am being cold. But Rogue, if he hurt himself--or anyone else--I wouldn't forgive myself, either. You are all important to me. I have to put what is best for the group first."
Rogue slowly nodded. "I guess there ain't any point in me sayin' it then." She sighed, leaning back against the seat. Watching their home come into view. "When're ya gonna tell him? How're ya gonna tell him? We kinda do want him ta have the impression that he is welcomed back."
He raised a brow at her rather imperious tone, but said nothing. "Yes, I know that. And I will call him to my office and I will tell him that he is being given leave to deal with these...personal issues...and he is welcome back if and when he deals with them accordingly." At her look, he gave an exasperated sigh. "He is welcome back, Rogue, but I am not going to coddle the boy any further. He must make his own choices and face the consequences. Now, we've arrived, let us land the helicopter, mmm?"
It was a fairly easy process to do, but he took the opportunity to save himself a lecture. Erik was learning.
* * *
After the helicopter was docked, he left Rogue to do the final checks and took the data disc to Avalanche. No statement was necessary about their attack, so he went straight to his bedroom and waited for Rogue to re-appear. The kitten bounded over to him--it liked him, much to Erik's chagrin--and he sighed, seeing one of his sweaters in the corner of the room, a tangle of pulled threads where smooth fabric had been before.
"You are lucky that I love her, or else you would be nice lining in my cape," he informed the kitten, which mewed and tried to climb up his leg. "Well, yes, just continue ruining my reputation, there. I am going to have to blow up a public monument to make up for it. I should have Rogue send Rachel one of you," he said, picking Finn up and holding him out at arm's length. "Let's see Sinister's reputation ruined by a puppy, perhaps, for variety?" Erik laughed. He was in a good mood. The mission was over, the data with Avalanche, and while he was mildly sad to have to send Pyro away, he did think it was for the best.
Rogue was intent on putting Pyro's inevitable departure out of her mind, at least for the evening. It wouldn't help any and she was looking forward to spending some time alone with Erik and Finn. Entering the room, she couldn't help but laugh at the way Erik was holding the kitten. "He ain't a bomb," she chided, scooping the cat out of his hands and held the animal close. Rubbing its neck and letting Finn rub his head against her. "Ya're supposed ta hold him close an' scratch his head. He really seems to like that."
She saw the sweater on the floor but decided not to say anything about it. "Did ya miss us?" she asked the kitten, smiling at his pitiful noise. "Think I should take that as a yes."
Erik sort of hated that she looked adorable with a kitten. Falling in love was making him ridiculous. "I should have insisted you get a more threatening pet. A large dog. Possibly a mastiff. Maybe a cougar, or something." He sat on the bed, then lay back, watching her from slitted eyes. "Put the kitten down," he instructed, and used his powers to tug at the zippers on her uniform. "I believe you promised to entertain me. Seeing you with a kitten is putting me to sleep."
"I dunno," she murmured, giving Finn one more scratch before placing him gently on the floor. "He is kinda amusin'. Keeps me plenty entertained." Rogue laughed at his look and crawled across the bed to straddle him, pressing her hands against his chest. "An' I did all the work today, shouldn't I be the one gettin' entertained?"
"You did, did you? Tell me, Rogue, did you even know what we were going to do before we went?" He used his powers again to unzip the front of her black leather outfit. Very, very slowly. "Had you any idea what I wanted from that particular target, or why? If I had asked you, Rogue, pick us a location that will yield us important information for an as-yet-fully-planned attack, is that what you would have picked?" He smirked up at her. "Some credit to your general, please, before I praise your admirable skills."
Rogue rolled her eyes and then bowed. "Oh great general whatever would we do without ya?" she asked, exaggerating her accent. "Clearly, we'd be lost."
"You would be," Erik said smugly, reaching his hand inside her shirt. She was wearing a bra beneath the leather, something silky. Red. He smiled, trailing his fingers across the silk. "Hmm. If I weren't here right now, pretty girl, what would you be doing?"
"Playin' with my kitten," she quipped, rapping him lightly on the nose. "An' then probably watchin' somethin' with Skids an' Avalanche an' bein' bored an' waitin' for you ta be ready for bed. An' then play with Finn again. Cause he's so cute."
"And what would you do," he asked her, finding the metal clasp with his powers and removed it carefully, so her breasts were framed in the opening of her uniform, "If you were excited and terribly aroused, and I was not here?" He quirked a brow. "Please, Rogue, if it has to do with the kitten again, make something up." He lightly tweaked her nipples, then pinched them, hard.
Rogue gasped, hands tightening in his shirt. "Are ya jealous of the poor kitten?" she asked, biting her lip to stop from laughing. "An' hmmm, I'd lay on the bed--on your side, cause I like bein' able ta smell ya on the pillow. An' I'd take this bracelet," she raised her arm, jingling the gift he'd given her so very long ago, "an' I like sucking on it while I touch my breasts the way you do. That'd be first an' think lots about ya doin' it. Cause your hands are so much better than mine."
"I am not jealous of the kitten," he said, watching her. "I shall touch your breasts. You show me what you do with that bracelet. If I had known you liked sucking on metal things, Anna, I would have obliged you with something more...substantial. A mace, of some kind." He laughed, feeling aroused, relaxed. The edge of the earlier violence was still riding him, and he was rougher with her than he sometimes was. "Show me," he said huskily, pulling the zipper down, exposing more of her body to his hungry gaze.
She nodded, breath catching a little as she brought her arm up. Brushing the bracelet against her lips. Her tongue darted out, slowly dragging over the metal, knowing he could feel it. Liking that he could, it was the reason she did it. Tasting the metal when he was gone was a way to be close to him. She pulled at the clasp, undoing it with her teeth and slowly brought it in her mouth, sucking. Watching him with wide eyes, hoping he liked it.
"That," he said huskily, "Is inspired. I am going to think of you doing just that, when I'm not around and you are sleeping alone." He flipped her so that she was beneath him, stripping her of the rest of her uniform. He left the boots on, edged with metal buckles. It meant he could jerk her legs up, wrap them around his waist, press them against his back. But he didn't do that yet. He moved a bit away, looking down at her, dressed only in panties and high black boots. "Show me what else you do," he murmured, staring at her with hot, predatory eyes.
Rogue licked her lips, breathing a little harder. Unable to look anywhere but at him, at his eyes. She left the metal in her mouth, one hand helping to slide it in and out of her mouth, slowly, like he would have done. Her other hand she trailed down her neck, fingers ghosting over her flesh. Across her collarbones, the upper swells of her breasts. Stroking down her sides, deliberately teasing herself before brushing her palm against her breast. Arching at the touch, whimpering softly.
"Very nice. You are clearly very good at pleasing yourself." He began pulling at the fabric of the shirt he wore under his uniform, which was hanging in the closet, the helmet on the shelf. He could feel the flush in his cheekbones climb as he watched. "More," he murmured. "Show me more. What do you do, when you are whimpering for me and I am not there?"
She kept rubbing her breasts, arching up into her hands. Gasping when she tugged lightly on her nipples and sucked harder on the metal. She left her breasts, hand trailing down her stomach, blushing brightly as she traced the top of her panties. Pressing her legs together tightly. "Erik," she whined, aching for his touch.
"Show me," he breathed, wanting to watch her. "I want to watch, Anna. Don't you want to please me? Do what I say, now..." his voice slipped easily into his tones of implicit command. "Touch yourself, tell me what you want. If you do it well, I may just give it to you." His hands went to his belt, but he didn't unbuckle it, not just yet.
"I want you," Rogue whined, sucking the metal, letting her tongue whirl around it. Her hand slid beneath her panties and she gasped as her fingers brushed her clit, not at all surprised how wet she was. "I want ya ta...oh...touch me an' feel your hands on me." She was pressing up into her hand now, trying not to rub too hard. To make herself wait. "Want you."
The sight of her, writhing on the bed, sucking her metal bracelet and touching herself for him...Erik was a man of great restraint, but he wasn't a fool. He pulled his belt off and undid his pants, moving to join her on the bed. He used his control over the metal to wrench her legs up and cross her ankles at his back, feeling the softness of her wet panties against his cock. "You are such a good girl," he murmured, kissing her, reaching down to simply push her panties aside so he could take her. Feeling her warm flesh clasped around his cock was a sharp pleasure, given all the months they'd had to mute this very contact to be safe.
Erik fucked her fast and deep, his mouth against her ear, panting as he took her. "My good soldier. Aren't you, Anna?"
Rogue whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck, shutting her eyes tight. "Am, Erik. Promise, promise, promise," she breathed, barely aware what she was saying. Focused on what he was doing, on his skin against hers, inside of her. Her lips pressed against his neck, leaving a flurry of hard kisses. Her metal bracelet discarded on the bed so she could taste him.
You killed for me, he wanted to say, but he didn't; it was a dark thought, and had no place between them now. But the possessiveness was there, the pride, the sense that he owned her, her allegiance and her body and her love and all of it--
Erik put his hand between her legs, wanting to feel her come for him, wanting her to shudder and gasp in pleasure. "Mine," he breathed against her ear. "And I'll never let you go."
She cried out, head pressing back against the mattress. Her hands tightening, unable to stop herself from gasping for air. Trying so hard to steady her breathing, wanting desperately for this to last. But she was helpless, his words, his hands, his cock driving inside of her. It was all too much, sending her over the edge entirely too soon. Holding tightly onto him as she shuddered and came, unwilling to let him go. Murmuring his name over and over again.
The pull of her muscles against him was a pleasurable torment, and he came hard, stifling a groan as his hips bucked one last time. He still had his pants on. He raised his head and gave a low, sated laugh. "See? You were so very good at that, I couldn't even get undressed." He kissed her soundly, then stood up, feeling a bit invigorated. "Did I tell you what Essex told me? Something about my mutation, it is going to give me some unnaturally long lifespan full of good health. I am very glad about that at the moment." He grinned down at her. Anna was likely the only one who ever saw him relaxed. "I'm going to have a shower. Do you want to join me?"
She raised her arms. "Ya're gonna have ta help me up." Rogue grinned back, wiping hair out of her face. "An' I'm very glad for that too. Cause I ain't lettin' ya go anytime soon."
He pulled her up, and led her to the shower. He'd have to talk to Pyro. He'd have to get Avalanche to work on the weapons code. But for the moment, he was content to be Erik.