FANFIC: UXM "Rogue in the Savage Land, Part 2"
Title: Rogue in the Savage Land, Part 2
Author: resolute
Fandom: Ultimate X-Men, AU, sort of.
Characters/Pairings: Rogue, Magneto, Toad, Sabretooth, Original Characters
Rating: Part 2 is R, or Mature, or Adult, with sexual sequences, d/s fantasies, and violence.
Notes and Warnings: This is AU is two important ways. First and most importantly, I like the Savage Land. I know perfectly well that the UXM "Return of the King" story has Magneto in his Magritte-style fortress. But I like the Savage Land better, and have unilaterally moved the action to there. Second, this follows my previous UXM Rogue fics, the Weapon X series. Eventually this will all end up back at my very first Rogue fic, "Killers, the Lot of Them."
Part 1 is here.
Written for willowaus.
Rogue in the Savage Land, Part 2
Everyone had trouble falling asleep. The summer's midnight sun was hard on all the new residents. Rogue turned to look at the other beds. A few were probably actually asleep. She wasn't sure about Marrow or Wildfire. They might just be pretending. Rogue lay on her side, hot, tired, the light in the room strange and murky.
Magneto's token was on her wrist.
She'd tested to see if she could take it off. Nope. Not without hurting herself. Rogue was angry about that. Made the bracelet less of a token and more of a collar, a brand. Like tagging the ear of a sheep with the ranch's mark.
Hope he doesn't think I'm a damn sheep, she thought. In the odd light Rogue traced the letters, running her finger over the R, the M, the metal slightly cool. Heavy. Not warm and liquid like earlier in the day. Rogue held it closer to her face, studying it. It smelled good. Like salt. Like slow, heavy things moving underwater. She glanced around. No one was looking at her. The smell made her feel itchy, restless. More so than usual.
Rogue brought the bracelet to her lips. She licked at the metal, trying to see if it tasted the way it smelled. It almost did. Rogue kept it at her mouth, her lips open, breathing through her nose, trying to get the scent deep inside.
Oh. Rogue flushed a little, realizing what she was doing. Realizing what her body was doing, how it felt. Well, she thought to herself defensively, it's been a while. Rogue tried to remember the last time she'd wanted something sexual. Wanted to touch herself. It had been . . . before the X-Men came to the Weapon X facility. Over a month. Month and a half, maybe?
In the cell she had shared with Cain in Weapon X, they'd come to an understanding. After lights-out. As quietly as possible. In their own bunks. They could touch themselves, no sex with the other. Rogue knew Cain watched her, looked at her back while she curled facing the wall trying to come quickly. She knew by the way he breathed harder and started masturbating as soon as she finished, she knew he was thinking about her. She'd never minded. They were all going to die there anyway, it had seemed pointlessly mean to tell the boy to not think about her while he came.
But then the X-men had shown up, and there was the awfulness with Sabretooth. Rogue had stopped touching herself right around then. She'd tried once, but the things she had thought made her sick, made her cry and bite her arm hard enough to draw blood, and when she noticed she'd done that she really was sick, all over her bunk, and she'd slept on the floor until morning.
She hadn't touched herself, hadn't wanted to, since then.
Guess it's been long enough.
Rogue glanced around. No one seemed to be looking at her. She shifted, keeping the bracelet in front of her mouth and putting her free hand between her legs. She tried to move as slowly as possible. Made no sound, nothing that would catch the notice of the other people trying to sleep. She spread herself with her fingers and shuddered to find how wet she was. Been a while. She pressed her fingers inside a little, sliding back and forth slowly. The metal in her mouth was warmer, the smell and taste a little stronger. Rogue could imagine how it would feel warm and sliding inside her. She licked at it, sucked on the edge of the bracelet, and settled her fingers around her clit. She moved her hand fast now, trying to come quickly before anyone noticed. She was shaking and close, the metal taste thick in her mouth and her fingers moving and she was almost there, almost on the edge-
"I can smell you, Rogue." Catseye's voice was loud in the stillness of the dorm, shockingly so. Rogue yanked her hand away and froze. Someone, Marrow probably, giggled. Rogue lay still, aching, so close but she didn't dare finish now. She tried to not pant, stifled any whimpering. Some other time. Tomorrow, maybe, in the bathroom. By herself.
Rogue saw Wildfire stand up. The red-head walked to Catseye's bunk and leaned over. She whispered something to the girl. Catseye hissed. Wildfire whispered again. Catseye curled, backing away a little. Wildfire straightened, nodded, and came back to her bed, right next to Rogue's. She lay down facing Rogue and looked right at her. Rogue felt a touch on her hair. Like fingers smoothing her hair back. It moved under the invisible hand.
Rogue mouthed her question silently to Wildfire. You? she said.
Wildfire nodded. *Me,* Rogue heard in her mind. *Catseye won't bother you anymore,* the girl sent to her.
Thank you, Rogue thought.
Wildfire smiled. She touched Rogue's hair one more time, the telekinetic force sliding across Rogue's cheek and down her neck and shoulder before pulling away. *Good night, Rogue.*
Good night. Ray.
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The token meant Rogue trained in the mornings with the other favored soldiers, not her dorm-mates. Her first day was fine, she sparred with Toad. She stole his powers and he still won. She had no idea how to use his tongue or venom, and afterwards she thought she could taste dirt in her mouth for hours. Toad laughed at her and said he never noticed anymore. The second morning saw her facing Creed.
"Uh, no," she said when he stepped into the ring across from her. He pulled on a jacket. Buttoned the cuffs closed. "No." He wore gloves. Someone told him he was fighting me today, she realized. She looked around, but didn't know who it might have been.
"Been a while," he growled. "You miss Daddy?"
Rogue looked around. "I ain't fighting him," she said to Mastermind, who was today's referee. "Ain't."
Mastermind shrugged. "Then he throws your unconscious body out of the ring, what do I care?" He looked at Sabretooth. "Ready?"
"Hot and hard," Creed answered. He grabbed his crotch and Rogue was horrified to see he wasn't speaking metaphorically. "Been waitin' for another taste of you, bitch."
"On my mark," Mastermind said. "Three, two, one, mark!"
Rogue turned and ran. The thin ring of spectators parted, laughing. Creed caught her easily. He grabbed her hair and slammed her to the ground. He kicked her. Not making the mistakes he made last time. Not letting her near his face or skin. Rogue was crying but she still tried to get under his next kick. It worked and she shoved at the back of his knee. He laughed and dropped on her, his elbow crashing into the side of her head. Rogue lost track of things for a minute, and opened her eyes to see Creed's belt buckle. Her head throbbed with pain and she could not make her eyes focus. He was holding her up by her hair, holding her kneeling in front of him, and he was shoving his pants down. Still no underwear, not for Creed. Hot and hard. He was talking but Rogue couldn't understand him over the roaring in her ears. Her vision was awful, everything red and dark and spinning.
Then something happened. Creed let her go. She fell to the dirt. There was, shouting? Maybe? Rogue closed her eyes.
Someone picked her up and she heard herself whimpering. Someone touched her hair, her chest. She hadn't even noticed her chest hurt until it stopped. Someone was talking. " . . . cerebral hemorrhage of this severity, yes. She would have died." Her ears had stopped ringing. Rogue cautiously opened her eyes. The old man called Healer, he was just standing up, talking to someone behind her. Rogue started to get to her feet and was helped by the person at her back. Rogue turned around.
Magneto had his hand around her arm. He looked down at her. "Are you all right, now?"
"Uh." Rogue cleared her throat. "I think so. Healer," she said, turning to the other man, "thank you. I mean that, thank you." He turned and shuffled away, muttering and waving his hand at her. Rogue looked around. The other mutants were dispersing, sparring practice apparently over. She didn't see Creed. "Where's Sabretooth?"
"There," Magneto replied. Rogue had to turn around then, had to look and see where he was pointing. Straight up. She looked. Creed was hanging in the air above their heads, wrapped in metal bands. He was gagged and his eyes were wide. She could see his throat working as he tried to talk, or maybe scream.
"What're you going to do to him?" she asked.
"I was going to ask you what you wanted," Magneto replied. Rogue looked at him. "You wear my token," he said. "With that you have certain privileges. Rights. Certainly, the right to train for our war without assault from one's ostensible peers. Sabretooth acted . . . inexcusably. You may have him punished."
Rogue looked up. She thought over everything she knew about Creed. "Isolation," she said quickly. "He doesn't stand being alone well. Makes him crazy."
Magneto nodded. "It will be done." The metal of his token grew warm around her wrist. Shifted and slid. Rogue gasped, her eyes going wide. She flushed, knowing he could see her reaction. He smiled and she flushed further, suddenly remembering her aborted attempts to pleasure herself the other night.
Thank god he doesn't know about that, she thought.
The metal flowed up her arm, sliding up her skin like living heat. Rogue closed her eyes and tried to not whimper. It felt amazing. Amazingly good. This was insane. But she didn't tell him to stop. The metal flowed around her neck and settled into a smooth band. Rogue's breath caught in unexpected fear. "Please, sir?" She whispered. "Not that please."
"Why?" His voice was a warning.
Rogue felt like crying. "Weapon X," she said. "Made us wear shock collars. If we acted up. I -- The guards liked to. Um. Hurt. Me. With the collars on poles because I couldn't reach them," she finished in a rush.
The metal shifted as she spoke, reforming into a thin, loose necklace. "There," Magneto said softly. "In any case, a necklace suits you better."
Rogue's eyes flew open. He was looking at her, some expression she could not figure out on his face. "But, sir?" she heard herself say. "I like the bracelet, too. Uh. Sir." Why are you pushing?! Rogue thought at herself. It was like she couldn't help it, like something about him just brought out the brat in her. He's given you enough, take it and be grateful, girl!
Magneto leaned in. "Really," he whispered. "Tell me why, and I will give you one."
She could not answer that. Could not find the words to explain. Could not say to this man, this king of his own country, this man with his power and his shirts and the smell of him sharp and warm and salt right in front of her, could not say she held his token in her mouth at night. Rogue looked down, ashamed.
"Rogue." It was a command. She lifted her head.
"I just like them," she answered stubbornly.
"Hm. Ah, well." He turned to go, Sabretooth bobbing in the air above Magneto's head like a twisted balloon.
"Sir, wait!"
He turned back, silently.
"I like how the metal smells." She couldn't look at him. He walked back, standing directly in front of her. Too close, nearly touching her. Rogue was very aware of her skin, the fact she had on shorts, a tank top, no gloves. She did not back away. He was Lord Magneto. He knew what he was doing.
"Look at me."
She shook her head.
"Look at me, Rogue."
"I'm sorry, sir, I can't," she whispered.
He reached for her then. Gloved fingers touching her new necklace and sliding up to her jaw. He traced her jaw and she shivered. "You can't be cold," he murmured. Rogue didn't answer. He cupped her chin in his hand and pulled her head up. She shut her eyes and he chuckled. With his other hand he brushed her hair back out of her eyes. His hand traced behind her ear and came to rest at the back of her neck, holding her firmly. She could smell him, heard him shift, and then he leaned in over her. "Open your eyes."
She did.
He smiled. Without moving he pulled some of the metal from Creed's restraints. It rippled through the air, a pair of eels, strands of seaweed, mimicking life and flowing towards her. The metal swept up her arms, covering them, clinging and soft. Rogue gasped, her mouth opening, and her breathing stayed ragged, loud between them as the metal stroked at her arms.
He watched her face while he did it. They metal obeyed him, sliding between her fingers tight, then loose. It was warm and perfect and Rogue thought again of the ocean. Of the way the hot tropical water held her everywhere at once and how the first time she'd been in it she'd cried at the touch on her skin. She did not cry now. Didn't feel like crying at all.
The metal formed into bracelets, a pair of them, heavier this time and smooth everywhere. A small liquid piece of metal lifted from her wrists. It twisted slowly in the narrow air between her face and Magneto's. It moved towards her and, yes, she could smell it and her mouth was open and for a bare moment she thought he was going to touch her lips with the metal -- but he didn't. Instead it formed an M, and dropped, and attached itself to her necklace.
"My token," he said. He let go of her head. Turned. Walked away, Creed in trail.
Rogue stared after him. She stared long after he was gone from her sight.
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Rogue trotted back from the dining hall, occasionally hopping into the air for fun. Creed had been gone for days, Toad had told her she had a sound grasp of tactics this morning and the tokens . . . Magneto's tokens had been noticed. People talked to her. Asked her opinion on things. Invited her to do things. It was novel. And about damn time, Rogue thought, grinning. She wasn't stupid, she knew it was reflected glory. But it was fine while it lasted.
Coming up the back path to the dorm Rogue heard the noise. A sort of banging noise. She changed her jog to take a look. Rounding the corner she saw Wildfire. The girl was pounding her head into the dorm wall. The image was so familiar Rogue stopped in her tracks. Weapon X, the showers -- Jean Grey bloodying her head on the shower wall in guilt and anger.
"Wildfire?" The girl shook her head back and forth, her lips moving. Rogue took a couple steps forward. "Ray?"
"Yeah."
"Ray, you look bad, here. Why don't you stop that and tell me what's wrong?" She stepped closer again, nearly touching the girl.
Ray turned. She was blinking, shivering, but her eyes looked okay. "They think I'm someone I'm not," she whispered.
Rogue considered that. "I'm supposed to call for Toad," she said, "but I don't think we have time for that. Can you walk with me?" Ray nodded. and followed Rogue towards the perimeter of the camp. She stumbled, a lot. After a hundred yards or so Rogue stopped. "This ain't working," she said. Taking a deep breath, she put her hands on Ray's face.
The noise was deafening. A constant noise, like a fire roaring behind her, except when she turned around there was nothing there and the noise moved. Like the monster that is always out of sight, always about to catch you. Ray was terrified. The bad thing was going to happen soon. Rogue forced that thought to the back of her mind and concentrated. Ray was a telekinetic. Good.
Rogue wrapped her arms around the younger girl and lifted them into the air. She couldn't fly, not really, but she cold do long sorts of hops across the compound. Make a straight line for the edge of the camp. Girl is way too skinny, Rogue thought, her arms wrapping easily around ribs and bony hips.
*I can't eat, I get sick,* Ray thought back.
*Oh,* Rogue thought. *Sorry. You can hear me. Forgot.*
*It's okay. You think nice things. You're worried about me.*
*Well, yeah,* Rogue replied. *Of course. What -- what's wrong with you, anyway?*
Ray's eyes flared white light, then went black. All black. Rogue made one last leap out towards the lake and crashed into the jungle floor. Ray stood, stretching, grinning from ear to ear. She glanced at Rogue. {{Shield yourself,}} she said, and her voice was terrible. Ray faced out towards the lake and Rogue put up telekinetic shields, tried to put up telepathic ones but wasn't sure she'd done it right and then the storm broke, of light and fire. the noise the monster noise from behind her it crushed her crushed her into the ground and nothing left but dark-- Her hands were wrapped around her head and Rogue had one of her bracelets against her mouth for comfort. Waves of cold fire were rolling out of Ray's skinny body, explosions of energy flattening everything around them. It seemed to last forever, but only probably took a minute.
The noise stopped. Ray pitched forward.
"Ray!" Rogue scrambled over. Breathing, good, no blood, good. Actually, Ray looked pretty good. Better than she had before the, the incident. The whatever it was. She was moving already, shifting and opening her eyes.
"Hey," Ray said softly.
"Hey," Rogue replied. "You a little better?"
Ray pushed herself up, sitting next to Rogue on the ground. "Yeah. Lots, actually." She smiled. "Thank you. You were great. Helped, a lot."
"No problem." Rogue looked at the destruction around them. "Can you explain, now, maybe? What's wrong with you?"
"I. Yeah. Can we walk back to the camp?" Ray glanced at Rogue. Her eyes were green. A dark brilliant green. She was actually pretty, Rogue noticed. When she wasn't sick or scared.
"Sure thing, sugar," Rogue said, scrambling to her feet. She pulled Ray up and caught the girl when she stumbled a little. "Woah, there, hon. You okay?"
"Yeah." Ray nodded and started a slow walk towards their dorm. "Yeah," she said with more assurance. "Okay, my story. Um. I don't remember anything from more than a couple months ago. I don't know if I had a family, or a real name. Or where I might have lived, or how old I am. I have this scar on my arm, see?" She pointed at an old white line on the back of her arm. "I don't know what it's from. Did I fall out of a tree as a kid? Did I get hit by a car? I have no idea."
"That's . . . That pretty awful, Ray."
Ray shrugged. "That part's okay, really. I remember about two months ago, I was in a building. A hospital, maybe, or a prison? Or a lab? There was this organization. They did lots of tests on me. Called me the Holy Vessel. I, I'm a mutant, and I could do a little telekinesis. Move things a bit. A little telepathy. Not much. And they tested that, and took blood and cell samples. They said I was the chosen host. And then they did this, ritual, I guess?"
The girl's tone had gone flat, her words breathy and uneven. Rogue eyed her warily. "Sugar, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"No. It's okay. So. There was chanting, and they had three people tied to a cross and I was supposed to kill them, and there were these fires and symbols on the floor. They drugged me. And then I was supposed to kill these people. And I said no, and this fire filled the room and when it was gone the three people were dead. And the people who had me, the organization, some of them were hurt. And they said I was complete now. Except." Ray sighed. She was quiet for a moment. "Except after a day or so they knew they were wrong. They'd messed up. I wasn't the chosen host, or whatever. The thing they'd done, it didn't work right. I wasn't the Phoenix, the way they wanted. The power, I can't control it. It builds up and then explodes and then I'm okay for a few days, and then it explodes again. I can't control it."
"Oh, hon . . ."
Ray shrugged. "When they realized it hadn't worked, they gave me to the Genoshans to dispose of. I don't know what they thought would happen on the boat. I probably would have blown it up and killed everyone. But the Order of the Phoenix, they didn't care."
They walked into the dorm. Catseye was there. When she saw them she hissed and then turned her back pointedly. Ray rolled her eyes. They walked to the other end of the room. Ray say on Rogue's bed. Rogue tried to sit as far away as possible, aware of her skin and the potential for trouble. "So," she said quietly, "they tortured you and broke your powers and wiped your mind and then sent you to die?"
Ray shrugged her assent, not looking up.
"Those miserable little . . . flatscans!" Rogue hissed, using language she normally avoided. "Those dead-end powerless brainless piss-ant Neanderthals!"
Ray giggled. "Don't insult Neanderthals," she said, leaning to pat Rogue's bare leg. Rogue jerked away.
"Don't do that, sugar," she said quickly. "I can't control my power, I don't want to hurt you." Ray looked confused. Hurt. She pulled back and wrapped her arms around herself, nodding. "No, hon, it's not you," Rogue said. "Listen, my power? If you touch my skin to yours, I take your powers and your, you personality, you memories, right?" The girl nodded. "Well, I can't turn it off. I can't stop it. And I don't want to hurt you, that's all."
Ray looked up. Blazing green eyes a little bright with suppressed tears. "Rogue," she said softly. "My memories begin two months ago. You are the only nice person I've met, literally in my whole life." She shifted, then, laying down on Rogue's bed, on Rogue's lap, her shirt on Rogue's bare legs, her cheek on Rogue's shorts. "You couldn't hurt me. I know that."
Rogue froze. Ray's breath was warm and soft across her skin, her thigh at the edge of her shorts. Ray was laying pretty much between her legs, curled up like a little kid. Rogue lifted a tentative hand and began touching the girl's hair, petting her like a puppy. She touched down Ray's back, on her shirt of course, and frowned to feel the bones through hot skin. Way too skinny, she thought again. Better do something about that, feed her up.
Marrow walked by and looked at them. She snorted laughter and moved on, stopping at Catseye's bunk to whisper something. Catseye glanced at them and laughed, whispering something back. Rogue glared at them and pulled Ray up a little, to lean against her more. "C'm'ere," she said. "Rest here, hon. Then we'll get you something to eat."
"Okay," Ray said. Her eyes were closed, a small smile on her face. She reached up and touched Rogue's face, holding her hand there long enough for Rogue's power to kick in. Rogue felt it -- Ray's power, her sleepy feelings of safety and trust. But there wasn't a lot more than that. No memories, no overwhelming personality. Like Ray was barely there. Ray moved away. "See?" she said softly. "You can't hurt me. There's nothing to take."
Rogue felt tears of sympathy sting her eyes. She blinked them away. "Aw, sugar," she said, leaning close. "I hope I don't," she whispered, and kissed Ray on the forehead. She leaned back. Ray fell asleep a little, a light and fitful doze. Rogue watched her until she woke.
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Rogue woke up. It was too hot. Too light. She got up, got a drink from the bathroom. Used the facilities. Washed her face. She got back into bed and stared, frustrated, at the clock. Three a.m.
Dammit.
Rogue knew what would help her sleep. Touching herself. She still hadn't found a time since the other night. Hadn't found any privacy to make herself feel good. Masturbate, she thought in amused exasperation. C'mon, you can think the word, can't you? She rolled her eyes at her own internal delicacy. Can't do it if you can't think it, she told herself sternly. Now, what is it you want to do? Masturbate. That's right.
She thought suddenly of Magneto. Tell me that you want it, Rogue, she heard him say, leaning over her with the hot metal spinning between them. Her breath caught at the memory. His voice a stern rumble, eyes cold and laughing at her. The necklace stroking her neck, tight and then loose, his token brush the tops of her breasts. The metal of the cuffs pining her arms at her sides, new hot metal sliding over her stomach and hips and--
Rogue realized she was holding her breath. Realized she was fantasizing about Magneto. Realized she was incredibly wet. She hadn't touched herself yet and already her pulse was throbbing between her legs, her nipples stiff and aching. Her mouth was partly open and her fists were tangled in the sheet. Rogue let out a long, shaking exhalation and looked around. She had to sneak to the bathroom. Finish, this time, before she exploded.
The bathroom was bright and clean, a few stalls, a row of sinks, a few individual showers. She quietly went in one of the stalls and latched the door. Sat down. Her necklace was cool against her skin, not warm the way it was when he made it move. She tucked the pendant, the M, in her mouth. Pulled up her shirt. Her hands felt hot on her breasts, dry and almost too much. She covered each breast with a hand, her nipples hard against her palms. She kneaded at them slowly, brushing the over-sensitive skin. It was crazy, how intense this felt. Too long since the last time. Rogue closed her eyes to concentrate better. She thought of him.
Tell me you want it, Rogue, he said, his gloved hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees. I want it, she said, please sir, touch me, please. He laughed, pleased at her surrender, her easy shameful need. The metal plunged lower, covering her breasts. It was warm and somehow felt wet and it stroked her nipples, pinching a little. Rogue whimpered and writhed and he laughed. Shhh, little one, he said, and slid a finger into her mouth. The leather was soft on her tongue and she moaned, eyes rolling back in need as she sucked on his hand, three fingers now stroking slowly across her lips-
Rogue tried very hard to not make any noise. She was panting, definitely panting, but she couldn't help that. Her hips were jerking as she pinched her nipples, flicking at them with her fingers then twisting them a little harder. She knew she must look a fool, wriggling half-naked in the bathroom but she didn't care. Need this, god, yes. Her tongue worked at the metal pendant in her mouth, licking at it, sucking, tasting the sharp tang of the steel. She did whimper, a little bit, and stifled the noise immediately.
She took her hands off of her breasts and put them inside her shorts.
He ripped her shorts and panties down, angry with her, she didn't know why. He pushed her back on his throne and wrapped her ankles in metal, binding them apart. Her wrists he fastened above her head. Her shirt hung open and she was exposed, everything available for him to see. She whimpered, struggling against the cuffs.
Rogue slowly spread herself open.
He pushed his fingers inside her, getting the leather wet and sticky. Rogue cried out loudly, pushing her hips up into his touch. She begged him for more and he withdrew, laughing at her.
Her fingers fit inside her easily. She kicked out involuntarily, foot banging against the stall. She couldn't stand it, couldn't go slow anymore. Her other hand found her clit and she moved both hands frantically. Fucking herself fast and a little rough while lightly stroking her clit. So lightly, fast, and slick and her fingers inside her hurt almost, not quite. Rogue curled tight, concentrating on finishing fast. She did, and bit her lip to keep from yelling.
She stroked herself a few more times after she came, then stopped before she got worked up again. She stood, legs a little shaky, and tidied her clothes. Washed up at the sink. Went back to her bed.
Ray was awake. Rogue lay down, putting a finger at her lips for silence.
*I won't tell,* Ray said telepathically.
*Tell what?*
*I won't tell anyone you want Magneto to force you to have sex with him.*
Rogue glared at her friend. *I don't know where you get these ideas, but-*
*Telepath,* Ray interrupted. She looked down, frowning a little. *I could tell you what everyone in this dorm fantasizes about. But I won't. Anyway.*
Rogue could tell, somehow, from the girl's tone, maybe? That her feelings were hurt. Maybe I was thinking a little loud, she considered. Not used to telepaths. *I'm sorry, Ray,* she sent. *I guess you hear all kinds of stuff you don't want to . . . * Rogue sat up and patted the bed. *Come here,* she thought.
Ray blinked. She smiled shyly and padded across the floor to Rogue. She slid under the sheet. Rogue lay next to her on top of the thin cloth. Thin, but enough to protect the girl. Rogue hugged Ray and kissed the back of her head, on her hair. *I'm sorry,* she repeated. *Thank you for keeping my secrets.*
*No problem,* the red-head replied. *Do you . . . Do you really want him to do that to you? Really?*
Rogue blushed. legs forced apart with metal bands tight open and he laughs at her wet and pushing *I don't know,* she said, breathing a little faster at the thought. At the fantasy. *It's just what I was thinking and it made me, you know. Want stuff. So I kept thinking it. I don't know if I want anything like that from him, for real? He's . . . not a nice man.*
*I know.* Ray shivered. *He's like the metal he plays with. Very hard. Very sharp.* It was Rogue's turn to shiver at that. She could feel a new dampness between her legs at the thought, and squirmed in embarrassment. *He . . . * Ray stared, then stopped. Rogue could feel something, some odd emotion, in her friend's thought. *He's not the only one could touch you,* the girl sent. *Like that.* Ray went very still. Very still.
Rogue made sure she didn't jump, or flinch, or pull away. She hugged a little tighter, frowning briefly at the girl's sharp edges of hip and shoulder blade, no fat and not enough muscle. Ray was, what? Offering to touch Rogue? Have sex with her? Pin her to the wall and fuck her? Rogue wasn't sure. While she was thinking she felt a sense of affirmation, of a yes without words. Yes to touch and sex and holding her still and making her plead. Yes, Ray would do any those things. All of them. *Huh,* she thought finally. *I wouldn't know how that would be.*
*That wasn't yes.*
*Wasn't exactly no. Was . . . not sure. I guess.*
Ray rolled over in Rogue's arms, facing her. *Not mad at me?*
Rogue smiled. *Nope. You're sweet, is all.*
*Okay.* Ray nestled in against Rogue, tucking her head against her chest and closing her eyes. *Goodnight, Rogue.*
*'Night, sugar.*
Author: resolute
Fandom: Ultimate X-Men, AU, sort of.
Characters/Pairings: Rogue, Magneto, Toad, Sabretooth, Original Characters
Rating: Part 2 is R, or Mature, or Adult, with sexual sequences, d/s fantasies, and violence.
Notes and Warnings: This is AU is two important ways. First and most importantly, I like the Savage Land. I know perfectly well that the UXM "Return of the King" story has Magneto in his Magritte-style fortress. But I like the Savage Land better, and have unilaterally moved the action to there. Second, this follows my previous UXM Rogue fics, the Weapon X series. Eventually this will all end up back at my very first Rogue fic, "Killers, the Lot of Them."
Part 1 is here.
Written for willowaus.
Rogue in the Savage Land, Part 2
Everyone had trouble falling asleep. The summer's midnight sun was hard on all the new residents. Rogue turned to look at the other beds. A few were probably actually asleep. She wasn't sure about Marrow or Wildfire. They might just be pretending. Rogue lay on her side, hot, tired, the light in the room strange and murky.
Magneto's token was on her wrist.
She'd tested to see if she could take it off. Nope. Not without hurting herself. Rogue was angry about that. Made the bracelet less of a token and more of a collar, a brand. Like tagging the ear of a sheep with the ranch's mark.
Hope he doesn't think I'm a damn sheep, she thought. In the odd light Rogue traced the letters, running her finger over the R, the M, the metal slightly cool. Heavy. Not warm and liquid like earlier in the day. Rogue held it closer to her face, studying it. It smelled good. Like salt. Like slow, heavy things moving underwater. She glanced around. No one was looking at her. The smell made her feel itchy, restless. More so than usual.
Rogue brought the bracelet to her lips. She licked at the metal, trying to see if it tasted the way it smelled. It almost did. Rogue kept it at her mouth, her lips open, breathing through her nose, trying to get the scent deep inside.
Oh. Rogue flushed a little, realizing what she was doing. Realizing what her body was doing, how it felt. Well, she thought to herself defensively, it's been a while. Rogue tried to remember the last time she'd wanted something sexual. Wanted to touch herself. It had been . . . before the X-Men came to the Weapon X facility. Over a month. Month and a half, maybe?
In the cell she had shared with Cain in Weapon X, they'd come to an understanding. After lights-out. As quietly as possible. In their own bunks. They could touch themselves, no sex with the other. Rogue knew Cain watched her, looked at her back while she curled facing the wall trying to come quickly. She knew by the way he breathed harder and started masturbating as soon as she finished, she knew he was thinking about her. She'd never minded. They were all going to die there anyway, it had seemed pointlessly mean to tell the boy to not think about her while he came.
But then the X-men had shown up, and there was the awfulness with Sabretooth. Rogue had stopped touching herself right around then. She'd tried once, but the things she had thought made her sick, made her cry and bite her arm hard enough to draw blood, and when she noticed she'd done that she really was sick, all over her bunk, and she'd slept on the floor until morning.
She hadn't touched herself, hadn't wanted to, since then.
Guess it's been long enough.
Rogue glanced around. No one seemed to be looking at her. She shifted, keeping the bracelet in front of her mouth and putting her free hand between her legs. She tried to move as slowly as possible. Made no sound, nothing that would catch the notice of the other people trying to sleep. She spread herself with her fingers and shuddered to find how wet she was. Been a while. She pressed her fingers inside a little, sliding back and forth slowly. The metal in her mouth was warmer, the smell and taste a little stronger. Rogue could imagine how it would feel warm and sliding inside her. She licked at it, sucked on the edge of the bracelet, and settled her fingers around her clit. She moved her hand fast now, trying to come quickly before anyone noticed. She was shaking and close, the metal taste thick in her mouth and her fingers moving and she was almost there, almost on the edge-
"I can smell you, Rogue." Catseye's voice was loud in the stillness of the dorm, shockingly so. Rogue yanked her hand away and froze. Someone, Marrow probably, giggled. Rogue lay still, aching, so close but she didn't dare finish now. She tried to not pant, stifled any whimpering. Some other time. Tomorrow, maybe, in the bathroom. By herself.
Rogue saw Wildfire stand up. The red-head walked to Catseye's bunk and leaned over. She whispered something to the girl. Catseye hissed. Wildfire whispered again. Catseye curled, backing away a little. Wildfire straightened, nodded, and came back to her bed, right next to Rogue's. She lay down facing Rogue and looked right at her. Rogue felt a touch on her hair. Like fingers smoothing her hair back. It moved under the invisible hand.
Rogue mouthed her question silently to Wildfire. You? she said.
Wildfire nodded. *Me,* Rogue heard in her mind. *Catseye won't bother you anymore,* the girl sent to her.
Thank you, Rogue thought.
Wildfire smiled. She touched Rogue's hair one more time, the telekinetic force sliding across Rogue's cheek and down her neck and shoulder before pulling away. *Good night, Rogue.*
Good night. Ray.
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The token meant Rogue trained in the mornings with the other favored soldiers, not her dorm-mates. Her first day was fine, she sparred with Toad. She stole his powers and he still won. She had no idea how to use his tongue or venom, and afterwards she thought she could taste dirt in her mouth for hours. Toad laughed at her and said he never noticed anymore. The second morning saw her facing Creed.
"Uh, no," she said when he stepped into the ring across from her. He pulled on a jacket. Buttoned the cuffs closed. "No." He wore gloves. Someone told him he was fighting me today, she realized. She looked around, but didn't know who it might have been.
"Been a while," he growled. "You miss Daddy?"
Rogue looked around. "I ain't fighting him," she said to Mastermind, who was today's referee. "Ain't."
Mastermind shrugged. "Then he throws your unconscious body out of the ring, what do I care?" He looked at Sabretooth. "Ready?"
"Hot and hard," Creed answered. He grabbed his crotch and Rogue was horrified to see he wasn't speaking metaphorically. "Been waitin' for another taste of you, bitch."
"On my mark," Mastermind said. "Three, two, one, mark!"
Rogue turned and ran. The thin ring of spectators parted, laughing. Creed caught her easily. He grabbed her hair and slammed her to the ground. He kicked her. Not making the mistakes he made last time. Not letting her near his face or skin. Rogue was crying but she still tried to get under his next kick. It worked and she shoved at the back of his knee. He laughed and dropped on her, his elbow crashing into the side of her head. Rogue lost track of things for a minute, and opened her eyes to see Creed's belt buckle. Her head throbbed with pain and she could not make her eyes focus. He was holding her up by her hair, holding her kneeling in front of him, and he was shoving his pants down. Still no underwear, not for Creed. Hot and hard. He was talking but Rogue couldn't understand him over the roaring in her ears. Her vision was awful, everything red and dark and spinning.
Then something happened. Creed let her go. She fell to the dirt. There was, shouting? Maybe? Rogue closed her eyes.
Someone picked her up and she heard herself whimpering. Someone touched her hair, her chest. She hadn't even noticed her chest hurt until it stopped. Someone was talking. " . . . cerebral hemorrhage of this severity, yes. She would have died." Her ears had stopped ringing. Rogue cautiously opened her eyes. The old man called Healer, he was just standing up, talking to someone behind her. Rogue started to get to her feet and was helped by the person at her back. Rogue turned around.
Magneto had his hand around her arm. He looked down at her. "Are you all right, now?"
"Uh." Rogue cleared her throat. "I think so. Healer," she said, turning to the other man, "thank you. I mean that, thank you." He turned and shuffled away, muttering and waving his hand at her. Rogue looked around. The other mutants were dispersing, sparring practice apparently over. She didn't see Creed. "Where's Sabretooth?"
"There," Magneto replied. Rogue had to turn around then, had to look and see where he was pointing. Straight up. She looked. Creed was hanging in the air above their heads, wrapped in metal bands. He was gagged and his eyes were wide. She could see his throat working as he tried to talk, or maybe scream.
"What're you going to do to him?" she asked.
"I was going to ask you what you wanted," Magneto replied. Rogue looked at him. "You wear my token," he said. "With that you have certain privileges. Rights. Certainly, the right to train for our war without assault from one's ostensible peers. Sabretooth acted . . . inexcusably. You may have him punished."
Rogue looked up. She thought over everything she knew about Creed. "Isolation," she said quickly. "He doesn't stand being alone well. Makes him crazy."
Magneto nodded. "It will be done." The metal of his token grew warm around her wrist. Shifted and slid. Rogue gasped, her eyes going wide. She flushed, knowing he could see her reaction. He smiled and she flushed further, suddenly remembering her aborted attempts to pleasure herself the other night.
Thank god he doesn't know about that, she thought.
The metal flowed up her arm, sliding up her skin like living heat. Rogue closed her eyes and tried to not whimper. It felt amazing. Amazingly good. This was insane. But she didn't tell him to stop. The metal flowed around her neck and settled into a smooth band. Rogue's breath caught in unexpected fear. "Please, sir?" She whispered. "Not that please."
"Why?" His voice was a warning.
Rogue felt like crying. "Weapon X," she said. "Made us wear shock collars. If we acted up. I -- The guards liked to. Um. Hurt. Me. With the collars on poles because I couldn't reach them," she finished in a rush.
The metal shifted as she spoke, reforming into a thin, loose necklace. "There," Magneto said softly. "In any case, a necklace suits you better."
Rogue's eyes flew open. He was looking at her, some expression she could not figure out on his face. "But, sir?" she heard herself say. "I like the bracelet, too. Uh. Sir." Why are you pushing?! Rogue thought at herself. It was like she couldn't help it, like something about him just brought out the brat in her. He's given you enough, take it and be grateful, girl!
Magneto leaned in. "Really," he whispered. "Tell me why, and I will give you one."
She could not answer that. Could not find the words to explain. Could not say to this man, this king of his own country, this man with his power and his shirts and the smell of him sharp and warm and salt right in front of her, could not say she held his token in her mouth at night. Rogue looked down, ashamed.
"Rogue." It was a command. She lifted her head.
"I just like them," she answered stubbornly.
"Hm. Ah, well." He turned to go, Sabretooth bobbing in the air above Magneto's head like a twisted balloon.
"Sir, wait!"
He turned back, silently.
"I like how the metal smells." She couldn't look at him. He walked back, standing directly in front of her. Too close, nearly touching her. Rogue was very aware of her skin, the fact she had on shorts, a tank top, no gloves. She did not back away. He was Lord Magneto. He knew what he was doing.
"Look at me."
She shook her head.
"Look at me, Rogue."
"I'm sorry, sir, I can't," she whispered.
He reached for her then. Gloved fingers touching her new necklace and sliding up to her jaw. He traced her jaw and she shivered. "You can't be cold," he murmured. Rogue didn't answer. He cupped her chin in his hand and pulled her head up. She shut her eyes and he chuckled. With his other hand he brushed her hair back out of her eyes. His hand traced behind her ear and came to rest at the back of her neck, holding her firmly. She could smell him, heard him shift, and then he leaned in over her. "Open your eyes."
She did.
He smiled. Without moving he pulled some of the metal from Creed's restraints. It rippled through the air, a pair of eels, strands of seaweed, mimicking life and flowing towards her. The metal swept up her arms, covering them, clinging and soft. Rogue gasped, her mouth opening, and her breathing stayed ragged, loud between them as the metal stroked at her arms.
He watched her face while he did it. They metal obeyed him, sliding between her fingers tight, then loose. It was warm and perfect and Rogue thought again of the ocean. Of the way the hot tropical water held her everywhere at once and how the first time she'd been in it she'd cried at the touch on her skin. She did not cry now. Didn't feel like crying at all.
The metal formed into bracelets, a pair of them, heavier this time and smooth everywhere. A small liquid piece of metal lifted from her wrists. It twisted slowly in the narrow air between her face and Magneto's. It moved towards her and, yes, she could smell it and her mouth was open and for a bare moment she thought he was going to touch her lips with the metal -- but he didn't. Instead it formed an M, and dropped, and attached itself to her necklace.
"My token," he said. He let go of her head. Turned. Walked away, Creed in trail.
Rogue stared after him. She stared long after he was gone from her sight.
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Rogue trotted back from the dining hall, occasionally hopping into the air for fun. Creed had been gone for days, Toad had told her she had a sound grasp of tactics this morning and the tokens . . . Magneto's tokens had been noticed. People talked to her. Asked her opinion on things. Invited her to do things. It was novel. And about damn time, Rogue thought, grinning. She wasn't stupid, she knew it was reflected glory. But it was fine while it lasted.
Coming up the back path to the dorm Rogue heard the noise. A sort of banging noise. She changed her jog to take a look. Rounding the corner she saw Wildfire. The girl was pounding her head into the dorm wall. The image was so familiar Rogue stopped in her tracks. Weapon X, the showers -- Jean Grey bloodying her head on the shower wall in guilt and anger.
"Wildfire?" The girl shook her head back and forth, her lips moving. Rogue took a couple steps forward. "Ray?"
"Yeah."
"Ray, you look bad, here. Why don't you stop that and tell me what's wrong?" She stepped closer again, nearly touching the girl.
Ray turned. She was blinking, shivering, but her eyes looked okay. "They think I'm someone I'm not," she whispered.
Rogue considered that. "I'm supposed to call for Toad," she said, "but I don't think we have time for that. Can you walk with me?" Ray nodded. and followed Rogue towards the perimeter of the camp. She stumbled, a lot. After a hundred yards or so Rogue stopped. "This ain't working," she said. Taking a deep breath, she put her hands on Ray's face.
The noise was deafening. A constant noise, like a fire roaring behind her, except when she turned around there was nothing there and the noise moved. Like the monster that is always out of sight, always about to catch you. Ray was terrified. The bad thing was going to happen soon. Rogue forced that thought to the back of her mind and concentrated. Ray was a telekinetic. Good.
Rogue wrapped her arms around the younger girl and lifted them into the air. She couldn't fly, not really, but she cold do long sorts of hops across the compound. Make a straight line for the edge of the camp. Girl is way too skinny, Rogue thought, her arms wrapping easily around ribs and bony hips.
*I can't eat, I get sick,* Ray thought back.
*Oh,* Rogue thought. *Sorry. You can hear me. Forgot.*
*It's okay. You think nice things. You're worried about me.*
*Well, yeah,* Rogue replied. *Of course. What -- what's wrong with you, anyway?*
Ray's eyes flared white light, then went black. All black. Rogue made one last leap out towards the lake and crashed into the jungle floor. Ray stood, stretching, grinning from ear to ear. She glanced at Rogue. {{Shield yourself,}} she said, and her voice was terrible. Ray faced out towards the lake and Rogue put up telekinetic shields, tried to put up telepathic ones but wasn't sure she'd done it right and then the storm broke, of light and fire. the noise the monster noise from behind her it crushed her crushed her into the ground and nothing left but dark-- Her hands were wrapped around her head and Rogue had one of her bracelets against her mouth for comfort. Waves of cold fire were rolling out of Ray's skinny body, explosions of energy flattening everything around them. It seemed to last forever, but only probably took a minute.
The noise stopped. Ray pitched forward.
"Ray!" Rogue scrambled over. Breathing, good, no blood, good. Actually, Ray looked pretty good. Better than she had before the, the incident. The whatever it was. She was moving already, shifting and opening her eyes.
"Hey," Ray said softly.
"Hey," Rogue replied. "You a little better?"
Ray pushed herself up, sitting next to Rogue on the ground. "Yeah. Lots, actually." She smiled. "Thank you. You were great. Helped, a lot."
"No problem." Rogue looked at the destruction around them. "Can you explain, now, maybe? What's wrong with you?"
"I. Yeah. Can we walk back to the camp?" Ray glanced at Rogue. Her eyes were green. A dark brilliant green. She was actually pretty, Rogue noticed. When she wasn't sick or scared.
"Sure thing, sugar," Rogue said, scrambling to her feet. She pulled Ray up and caught the girl when she stumbled a little. "Woah, there, hon. You okay?"
"Yeah." Ray nodded and started a slow walk towards their dorm. "Yeah," she said with more assurance. "Okay, my story. Um. I don't remember anything from more than a couple months ago. I don't know if I had a family, or a real name. Or where I might have lived, or how old I am. I have this scar on my arm, see?" She pointed at an old white line on the back of her arm. "I don't know what it's from. Did I fall out of a tree as a kid? Did I get hit by a car? I have no idea."
"That's . . . That pretty awful, Ray."
Ray shrugged. "That part's okay, really. I remember about two months ago, I was in a building. A hospital, maybe, or a prison? Or a lab? There was this organization. They did lots of tests on me. Called me the Holy Vessel. I, I'm a mutant, and I could do a little telekinesis. Move things a bit. A little telepathy. Not much. And they tested that, and took blood and cell samples. They said I was the chosen host. And then they did this, ritual, I guess?"
The girl's tone had gone flat, her words breathy and uneven. Rogue eyed her warily. "Sugar, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"No. It's okay. So. There was chanting, and they had three people tied to a cross and I was supposed to kill them, and there were these fires and symbols on the floor. They drugged me. And then I was supposed to kill these people. And I said no, and this fire filled the room and when it was gone the three people were dead. And the people who had me, the organization, some of them were hurt. And they said I was complete now. Except." Ray sighed. She was quiet for a moment. "Except after a day or so they knew they were wrong. They'd messed up. I wasn't the chosen host, or whatever. The thing they'd done, it didn't work right. I wasn't the Phoenix, the way they wanted. The power, I can't control it. It builds up and then explodes and then I'm okay for a few days, and then it explodes again. I can't control it."
"Oh, hon . . ."
Ray shrugged. "When they realized it hadn't worked, they gave me to the Genoshans to dispose of. I don't know what they thought would happen on the boat. I probably would have blown it up and killed everyone. But the Order of the Phoenix, they didn't care."
They walked into the dorm. Catseye was there. When she saw them she hissed and then turned her back pointedly. Ray rolled her eyes. They walked to the other end of the room. Ray say on Rogue's bed. Rogue tried to sit as far away as possible, aware of her skin and the potential for trouble. "So," she said quietly, "they tortured you and broke your powers and wiped your mind and then sent you to die?"
Ray shrugged her assent, not looking up.
"Those miserable little . . . flatscans!" Rogue hissed, using language she normally avoided. "Those dead-end powerless brainless piss-ant Neanderthals!"
Ray giggled. "Don't insult Neanderthals," she said, leaning to pat Rogue's bare leg. Rogue jerked away.
"Don't do that, sugar," she said quickly. "I can't control my power, I don't want to hurt you." Ray looked confused. Hurt. She pulled back and wrapped her arms around herself, nodding. "No, hon, it's not you," Rogue said. "Listen, my power? If you touch my skin to yours, I take your powers and your, you personality, you memories, right?" The girl nodded. "Well, I can't turn it off. I can't stop it. And I don't want to hurt you, that's all."
Ray looked up. Blazing green eyes a little bright with suppressed tears. "Rogue," she said softly. "My memories begin two months ago. You are the only nice person I've met, literally in my whole life." She shifted, then, laying down on Rogue's bed, on Rogue's lap, her shirt on Rogue's bare legs, her cheek on Rogue's shorts. "You couldn't hurt me. I know that."
Rogue froze. Ray's breath was warm and soft across her skin, her thigh at the edge of her shorts. Ray was laying pretty much between her legs, curled up like a little kid. Rogue lifted a tentative hand and began touching the girl's hair, petting her like a puppy. She touched down Ray's back, on her shirt of course, and frowned to feel the bones through hot skin. Way too skinny, she thought again. Better do something about that, feed her up.
Marrow walked by and looked at them. She snorted laughter and moved on, stopping at Catseye's bunk to whisper something. Catseye glanced at them and laughed, whispering something back. Rogue glared at them and pulled Ray up a little, to lean against her more. "C'm'ere," she said. "Rest here, hon. Then we'll get you something to eat."
"Okay," Ray said. Her eyes were closed, a small smile on her face. She reached up and touched Rogue's face, holding her hand there long enough for Rogue's power to kick in. Rogue felt it -- Ray's power, her sleepy feelings of safety and trust. But there wasn't a lot more than that. No memories, no overwhelming personality. Like Ray was barely there. Ray moved away. "See?" she said softly. "You can't hurt me. There's nothing to take."
Rogue felt tears of sympathy sting her eyes. She blinked them away. "Aw, sugar," she said, leaning close. "I hope I don't," she whispered, and kissed Ray on the forehead. She leaned back. Ray fell asleep a little, a light and fitful doze. Rogue watched her until she woke.
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Rogue woke up. It was too hot. Too light. She got up, got a drink from the bathroom. Used the facilities. Washed her face. She got back into bed and stared, frustrated, at the clock. Three a.m.
Dammit.
Rogue knew what would help her sleep. Touching herself. She still hadn't found a time since the other night. Hadn't found any privacy to make herself feel good. Masturbate, she thought in amused exasperation. C'mon, you can think the word, can't you? She rolled her eyes at her own internal delicacy. Can't do it if you can't think it, she told herself sternly. Now, what is it you want to do? Masturbate. That's right.
She thought suddenly of Magneto. Tell me that you want it, Rogue, she heard him say, leaning over her with the hot metal spinning between them. Her breath caught at the memory. His voice a stern rumble, eyes cold and laughing at her. The necklace stroking her neck, tight and then loose, his token brush the tops of her breasts. The metal of the cuffs pining her arms at her sides, new hot metal sliding over her stomach and hips and--
Rogue realized she was holding her breath. Realized she was fantasizing about Magneto. Realized she was incredibly wet. She hadn't touched herself yet and already her pulse was throbbing between her legs, her nipples stiff and aching. Her mouth was partly open and her fists were tangled in the sheet. Rogue let out a long, shaking exhalation and looked around. She had to sneak to the bathroom. Finish, this time, before she exploded.
The bathroom was bright and clean, a few stalls, a row of sinks, a few individual showers. She quietly went in one of the stalls and latched the door. Sat down. Her necklace was cool against her skin, not warm the way it was when he made it move. She tucked the pendant, the M, in her mouth. Pulled up her shirt. Her hands felt hot on her breasts, dry and almost too much. She covered each breast with a hand, her nipples hard against her palms. She kneaded at them slowly, brushing the over-sensitive skin. It was crazy, how intense this felt. Too long since the last time. Rogue closed her eyes to concentrate better. She thought of him.
Tell me you want it, Rogue, he said, his gloved hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees. I want it, she said, please sir, touch me, please. He laughed, pleased at her surrender, her easy shameful need. The metal plunged lower, covering her breasts. It was warm and somehow felt wet and it stroked her nipples, pinching a little. Rogue whimpered and writhed and he laughed. Shhh, little one, he said, and slid a finger into her mouth. The leather was soft on her tongue and she moaned, eyes rolling back in need as she sucked on his hand, three fingers now stroking slowly across her lips-
Rogue tried very hard to not make any noise. She was panting, definitely panting, but she couldn't help that. Her hips were jerking as she pinched her nipples, flicking at them with her fingers then twisting them a little harder. She knew she must look a fool, wriggling half-naked in the bathroom but she didn't care. Need this, god, yes. Her tongue worked at the metal pendant in her mouth, licking at it, sucking, tasting the sharp tang of the steel. She did whimper, a little bit, and stifled the noise immediately.
She took her hands off of her breasts and put them inside her shorts.
He ripped her shorts and panties down, angry with her, she didn't know why. He pushed her back on his throne and wrapped her ankles in metal, binding them apart. Her wrists he fastened above her head. Her shirt hung open and she was exposed, everything available for him to see. She whimpered, struggling against the cuffs.
Rogue slowly spread herself open.
He pushed his fingers inside her, getting the leather wet and sticky. Rogue cried out loudly, pushing her hips up into his touch. She begged him for more and he withdrew, laughing at her.
Her fingers fit inside her easily. She kicked out involuntarily, foot banging against the stall. She couldn't stand it, couldn't go slow anymore. Her other hand found her clit and she moved both hands frantically. Fucking herself fast and a little rough while lightly stroking her clit. So lightly, fast, and slick and her fingers inside her hurt almost, not quite. Rogue curled tight, concentrating on finishing fast. She did, and bit her lip to keep from yelling.
She stroked herself a few more times after she came, then stopped before she got worked up again. She stood, legs a little shaky, and tidied her clothes. Washed up at the sink. Went back to her bed.
Ray was awake. Rogue lay down, putting a finger at her lips for silence.
*I won't tell,* Ray said telepathically.
*Tell what?*
*I won't tell anyone you want Magneto to force you to have sex with him.*
Rogue glared at her friend. *I don't know where you get these ideas, but-*
*Telepath,* Ray interrupted. She looked down, frowning a little. *I could tell you what everyone in this dorm fantasizes about. But I won't. Anyway.*
Rogue could tell, somehow, from the girl's tone, maybe? That her feelings were hurt. Maybe I was thinking a little loud, she considered. Not used to telepaths. *I'm sorry, Ray,* she sent. *I guess you hear all kinds of stuff you don't want to . . . * Rogue sat up and patted the bed. *Come here,* she thought.
Ray blinked. She smiled shyly and padded across the floor to Rogue. She slid under the sheet. Rogue lay next to her on top of the thin cloth. Thin, but enough to protect the girl. Rogue hugged Ray and kissed the back of her head, on her hair. *I'm sorry,* she repeated. *Thank you for keeping my secrets.*
*No problem,* the red-head replied. *Do you . . . Do you really want him to do that to you? Really?*
Rogue blushed. legs forced apart with metal bands tight open and he laughs at her wet and pushing *I don't know,* she said, breathing a little faster at the thought. At the fantasy. *It's just what I was thinking and it made me, you know. Want stuff. So I kept thinking it. I don't know if I want anything like that from him, for real? He's . . . not a nice man.*
*I know.* Ray shivered. *He's like the metal he plays with. Very hard. Very sharp.* It was Rogue's turn to shiver at that. She could feel a new dampness between her legs at the thought, and squirmed in embarrassment. *He . . . * Ray stared, then stopped. Rogue could feel something, some odd emotion, in her friend's thought. *He's not the only one could touch you,* the girl sent. *Like that.* Ray went very still. Very still.
Rogue made sure she didn't jump, or flinch, or pull away. She hugged a little tighter, frowning briefly at the girl's sharp edges of hip and shoulder blade, no fat and not enough muscle. Ray was, what? Offering to touch Rogue? Have sex with her? Pin her to the wall and fuck her? Rogue wasn't sure. While she was thinking she felt a sense of affirmation, of a yes without words. Yes to touch and sex and holding her still and making her plead. Yes, Ray would do any those things. All of them. *Huh,* she thought finally. *I wouldn't know how that would be.*
*That wasn't yes.*
*Wasn't exactly no. Was . . . not sure. I guess.*
Ray rolled over in Rogue's arms, facing her. *Not mad at me?*
Rogue smiled. *Nope. You're sweet, is all.*
*Okay.* Ray nestled in against Rogue, tucking her head against her chest and closing her eyes. *Goodnight, Rogue.*
*'Night, sugar.*