Home Alone

Summary: Rogue is left alone at the mansion while the others go off on vacations, retreats, and missions by accident. What happens when both the Brotherhood decides to mix things up? (note: Tabby is a part of the Brotherhood.)

Disclaimer: If I owned it, it wouldn’t be call FAN fiction.


Rogue walked aimlessly about the mansion. If you knew her, you’d notice a few differences in her just from a glance: a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, her posture was far more relaxed than normal. But most of all, you’d notice what she was wearing, or more precisely what she wasn’t wearing. Today, Rogue strolled around the mansion in nothing but a pair of blue-jean daisy duke cut-offs and a stripped blue and purple halter-style bikini top.

Once she reached the massive den, she moved all the furniture off he she sides of the room. She ran up the stairs and returned with a boom-box. A rather large one at that. Mischievous grin gracing her lips, she opened the CD case she’d managed to carry while she’d been dragging the boom-box down. She pulls a seemingly harmless CD out. Upon closer inspection, the title reads: “Kitty’s Dance Grooves #4.” Her grin is replaced with a wicked smile as she places it in the boom-box and cranks the volume up. Soon the mansion is filled with the thumping sounds of Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Baby Got Back.”

OH, MY, GOD. BECKY, LOOK AT HER BUTT.
IT IS SO BIG. *SCOFF* SHE LOOKS LIKE,
ONE OF THOSE RAP GUYS' GIRLFRIENDS.
BUT, Y'KNOW, WHO UNDERSTANDS THOSE RAP GUYS? *SCOFF*
THEY ONLY TALK TO HER, BECAUSE, SHE LOOKS LIKE A TOTAL PROSTITUTE, 'KAY?
I MEAN, HER BUTT, IS JUST SO BIG. *SCOFF*
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S JUST SO ROUND, IT'S LIKE,
OUT THERE, I MEAN - GROSS. LOOK!
SHE'S JUST SO ... BLACK!

I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE...

With a quick glance around, she starts to dance—a bump and grind if she’d had a partner—with moves no one at the X-Mansion, hell, in New York even, knew she had. And the knowledge would’ve stayed with her if it weren’t for the prying eyes looking in the mansion windows.


* * *

One thought was running through the minds of most of the Brotherhood boys at that moment: This just has to be a dream. For, in front of their very eyes, was Rogue, half-naked and booty-dancing. Her abundant chest bouncing attractively as her hips gyrated in an imitation of sex. A slight sweat began to drip over her, and it was like each of the boys adopted super vision—their eyes honing in on the droplets of sweat the trickled down her cleavage, across her flat abdomen, and down the small of her back. Time stood still while they gawked at her like peeping-toms. It was no time at all before each of the boys felt themselves getting hard, noticeably hard. Tabby stood behind the guys, slightly bored and confused.

“Um, hey guys? I thought we were here to start a little trouble, maybe vandalize somethinLancLance’s head snapped back first.

“Huh?” Impatiently, Tabby pushed forward.

“Just what is that’s got you guys so distr—Whoa! Is that Rogue?” She paused briefly in awe of just exactly the way her former teammate moved. “Where the hell did she learn to do that?” Her answer was the silence that accompanied four glazed stares.

* * *

Rogue was enjoying herself. It had been nearly three years since she could allow herself to relax and really move. Yea, she’d let Kitty and Evan think that she didn’t have any moves of her own. After all, they wouldn’t have believed her and she didn’t want to embarrass herself by trying to prove it either. A little known fact about most Southern girls: They know all the right ways to move. They know the ins and outs of toying with a guy’s mind, using “feminine wiles” to get just what they want. She’d done it before, but not since she’d arrived in New York. And even before then, it had been a few years since she’d exercised her skill. It was almost as if in the back of her mind she knew that at any moment her powers could come out. So she’d stayed away from her sexy side. She actually like her wit and cynicism better, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying this side of her.

The song stopped and she grabbed the bottle of water she’d set beside the boom-box while leaning in and pressing the pause button. She tilted her head back and gulped a few drinks of the pure aqua before pressing the play button. What spilled out of the speakers would’ve been enough to give those who thought they knew her a heart attack: Britney Spears.

I KNOW I MAY BE YOUNG BUT I'VE GOT FEELINGS TOO
AND I NEED TO DO WHAT I FEEL LIKE DOING
SO LET ME GO AND JUST LISTEN

ALL YOU PEOPLE LOOK AT ME LIKE I’M A LITTLE GIRL
WELL DID YOU EVER THINK IT'D BE OK FOR ME TO STEP INTO THIS WORLD?
ALWAYS SAYING LITTLE GIRL DON'T STEP INTO THE CLUB
WELL I'M JUST TRYIN' TO FIND OUT WHY CAUSE DANCING IS WHAT I LOVE, YEAH
GET IT,GET IT,GET IT WHOA
GET IT,GET IT,GET IT WHOA
GET IT,GET IT,GET IT WHOA
I KNOW I MAY COME OFF QUIET
I MAY COME OFF SHY
BUT I FEEL LIKE TALKIN, FEEL LIKE DANCIN' WHEN I SEE THIS GUY
WHAT'S PRACTICAL, WHAT'S LOGICAL, WHAT THE HELL WHO CARES
ALL I KNOW IS I'M SO HAPPY WHEN YOU'RE DANCING THERE
I’M A SLAVE FOR YOU

* * *

If they had been drinking something, it would’ve spewed from their mouths and noses. The Rogue dancing to BRITNEY?! It was just too much. Freddy and Todd both passed out from the shock, leaving Tabby, Lance, and Pietro to stare wide-eyed and speechless through the window. Both Lance and Pietro felt the growing need to go in there and touch Rogue. Not just touch, grab handfuls of; feel her tight ass pressed against them, her hips grinding into theirs. Both needed her to touch them, squeeze them, press herself hard and grinding into their bodies. Their faces flushed at the thought of that creamy pale skin gliding, hot and sweaty, against theirs; at the thought of being a prisoner between her long, long legs. Their need was almost tangible. It was without conscious effort that they began to walk around to the front door.

“Hey! What are you doing? Are you fucking crazy? Or just stupid? That’s Rogue in there. Rogue. She’ll kick both of your asses if you show up right now.” Tabby chastised following at their heels. But her arguments fell on deaf ears. And she had to admit, Rogue was even turning her on. Admittedly, Tabby was the closest thing Bayville had to a Bisexual. So, with Rogue’s hot, sweaty flesh and the heated looks on her two male companions’ faces in mind, she followed, falling nicely into the role of “fly on the wall.” She was never one to pass up a free show.

* * *

The tell-tale sound of footsteps on hardwood still Rogue as Usher’s “Nice and Slow” began. ‘Ah, screw it. I’m probably just imaginin’ it.’ She resumed dancing, at a slower pace. As the song moved on, she let her thoughts drift. How she wished for a partner to dance with. To feel so intimately pressed against. True she and the Professor had been working on her control. True she’d basically mastered it. But she was still self-conscious. She couldn’t just come out to one of the X-Men and say what she wanted. Not without getting a lot of looks and having to do a lot of explaining, two things she didn’t want.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands on her hips. She froze for a second, concentrating on switching her power “off” before she turned to find out who it was. Shock flooded her features.

“Pietro?” She breathed. It had been so long since he’d expressed this type of interest in her; she’d still been at the Brotherhood house. She moved into him, rolling her hips against his, eliciting a shudder from him. Two more hands moved onto her body and another body pressed against her from behind. She felt a very aroused male behind her and turned to see Lance. He had been like a brother to her before she’d changed sides. She knew he and Kitty had long since called it quits. She’d never seen him in a romantic light before, but that didn’t stop her from enjoying his attentions. She pressed her back into him while simultaneously grinding into Pietro. It was then that the CD decided to move on to another song. It was a song Rogue had persuaded Kitty to put on the mix. Kitty had agreed to it saying “Well, it, like, does have a great beat to move to.”

YOU LET ME VIOLATE YOU,
YOU LET ME DESECRATE YOU
YOU LET ME PENETRATE YOU,
YOU LET ME COMPLICATE YOU

HELP ME I BROKE APART MY INSIDES,
HELP ME I'VE GOT NO SOUL TO SELL
HELP ME THE ONLY THING THAT WORKS FOR ME,
HELP ME GET AWAY FROM MYSELF

I WANT TO FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL
I WANT TO FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE
I WANT TO FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL

MY WHOLE EXISTENCE IS FLAWED
YOU GET ME CLOSER TO GOD

To Rogue’s surprise a third body joined them; it squeezed between Pietro and herself, revealing itself to not only be female but be Tabby. Pressed closer to each other, Rogue soon found that she’d never been so aware of another girl’s body. It was almost as if the world narrowed to be just the two of them. Tabby’s hand on her waist, Tabby’s hot core pressed on her leg while her equally hot core pressed on Tabby’s leg. A hand found its way up Rogue’s shirt. It was soft and delicate and she knew it to be Tabby’s hand. The hand caressed her in a knowing way, the way only another female could know to do, with that knowledge of just what a woman wanted. Her breath came in pants as the friction between the two of them increased. Lips found hers. A tongue thrust in expertly warring with hers. A mouth latched onto her neck sucking and biting. Two other pairs of hands groped around her body.

She reached out to Tabby’s breast, squeezing it, massaging it. She pulled and pushed, toying before sliding her hand down to grasp Tabby between her thighs over the fabric of her too-tight jeans. Distantly, she heard thund und of zippers and the swish of clothes being discarded. It was almost instantaneously that she found herself and her three companions stripped of any clothing.

Her hands itched to feel one of the boys. She wanted to hold their length in her hand and know what it felt like. She groped blindly and found Lance. He gasped at her touch. She let her fingers be her eyes, exploring, finding just what turned him on. She rounded her hand and began to pump. She heard him moan.

Fis pls plunged into her depths eliciting a gasp and a moan of pleasure. A mouth followed those pumping digits. It sucked, it licked, it praised her. Lance came quivering in her hands to the sounds of her mounting orgasm. And suddenly it stopped. Pietro stood behind her while Lance and Tabby took up post in front of her. Pietro leaned her over, bending her at the waist before nudging her thighs apart with a hand. From behind, he entered her sopping wet center. The angle causing the right penetration, hitting all the right spots. Sensation exploded inside of her as he began to thrust into her.

Kneeling in front of her dangling, naked breasts, Tabby and Lance each took one into their mouths. Sucking and gently grazing teeth across the nipple. Rogue braced herself against them. Pietro’s thrusts became more and more insistent. Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster. Erratic.

Opening her eyes, Rogue looked down to see Lance’s hand between Tabby’s thignd Tnd Tabby’s hand moving up and down the length of Lance. She closed her eyes again as they all four came in a simultaneous scream.