Heat

Heat

Chapter 2

By: RogueBHS

 

Author Notes: I can not get this fic out of my head, so here its going to be a multi-chapter after all. Due to its highly sexual nature, its only on AdultFanFic website. This has the most hits of any of the three one-shots I've posted so far, and I'm happy to see people like it.

Rogue will be a mix of her fiery self from Evo as well as her timid/shy self that only existed around Scott. This takes place roughly 4 years after her arrival in Bayville, putting it 2 years post conclusion of the show. Rogue has just completed the basic college courses (science, math, english, etc) and is trying to decide what to do with her life, while Scott is in the middle of online courses to become a teacher. I'll get into more history in the fic itself.

Contains: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Master/Slave, Fingering, Oral, Spanking, S&M.

 

Hey did ya know you're makin' nice with a murderer

Hey did ya know you're swappin' lives with a dirty girl

In order for me to play your nurse,

You gonna have to tell me where it hurts



Hey you know you're lockin' lips with a libertine

Hey did you know you're knockin' hips with a killer queen

Another victim of my method of seduction

I made you look but you never saw me comin'



Come on and give it to me

Take you to give it to me

Give it your best shot

My love is black and blue

Come on and give it to me

Take you to give it to me

Give it your best shot

Give it your best shot



 

The sound of rock music playing softly somewhere near his head roused Scott from his nap, and the feel of a warm body snug against his had his eyes opening behind ruby quartz to look down affectionately. Letting memories of their earlier activities fill his mind, he enjoyed looking down at the peacefully sleeping girl. He could already see bruises forming around the bites he had made on her neck and shoulders, as well as hickeys in between. It might have been foolish, marking her flesh so clearly, but her responses had made him feel so powerful, so in control. For a moment he thought of when he had walked in on Jean that morning, the lack of control he had felt. He had never been the dominant one in their relationship, despite the fact that he definitely was a dominate-type personality, which perhaps was at the core of why they failed. The feeling of Rogue moving in his arms alerted him to her waking, and as her green eyes opened, he smiled at her.

“Nice nap, angel?” he asked softly, smoothing back some hair from her face.

“Mm...” She murmured, stretching against his body. Her wince told him she was in a bit of pain, and he touched her arm gently, getting her attention again.

“You okay? I didn't hurt you too bad did I?”

The tenderness he was showing seemed to surprise her a bit, if the way she looked at him was any indication, but she smiled anyhow and stretched up to kiss him. “No worse than one o' Logan's training sessions,” she assured him, her hands sliding up over his chest. “But Ah expected some discomfort, it bein' mah first time an' all...”

He had forgotten that somehow in the haze from his nap, and pulled her closer, kissing her deeply. “I never did thank you properly for sharing that gift with me, angel.”

“Ya did fine,” was her response, her eyes all soft as she gazed at him. “Ah doubt many gals have a lovah who makes sure they get their release twice th' first time they're t'gethah.” Her fingers were beginning to slide up into his hair, nails lightly scraping at his scalp in a soothing way. “Mah question is, are you okay?”

Leaning down, he placed a few kisses along her neck and shoulder where she was bruised, unable to stop his smile when she hissed lightly from pain. “I'm fantastic...thanks to you.”

“Ya know what Ah mean,” Rogue insisted, her eyes loosing some of the softness as she became more awake and focused.

Sighing, he nodded and pulled away enough he wouldn't be tempted to distract himself with her body again. “I'm still pissed as hell...at her I mean...and I guess myself too, for not realizing. I mean, how long has she...?” He paused, looking at her. “Do you...I mean, did you know?”

“Ah only found out a couple o' days ago...Kitty let it slip t' meh by accident...” she admitted, looking a bit fearful at the fact, as if she thought he might be upset with her for not saying anything to him.

Smiling a bit, he slid a hand down her arm to soothe her. “Let me guess, you went and said something to Jean?” he asked, knowing her well enough to know she'd not let the fact that Jean was cheating on him slide.

Blushing a bit, she gave that timid look of hers and ducked her head. “Yeah...”

Seeing that timid look again had him wanting her, and he knew the moment she realized it because her eyes were no longer focused on his. Instead, they were focused on where he had pushed the sheet to his waist, the tip of him barely visible. He had wanted to be gentle, soothe her after their first time, but with her so focused on him, desire beginning to fill those deep green eyes...

It took him barely a moment to pull her to him and crash his lips to hers, pressing every inch of his hard body to those soft curves of hers. Her responding moan and the enthusiastic way her arms circled his neck conveyed her eagerness, and he groaned as she rubbed her already damp core against him. She'd be the death of him, more than likely, but at least he'd have plenty of fun along the way, he mused. Pulling his mouth from hers, he attacked her neck again, loving the little whimpers of pain and pleasure that escaped her mouth as he did. Her insistent rubbing against his length became too much to bear, and after lifting her left leg to hook over him was able slide home with relative ease. The feeling was just as divine as before, and despite the pain she said she was feeling, she moaned right along with him as he entered her.

Beginning to slowly work his hips, he kissed her again to smother the delightful sounds she was making, as well as keep himself from making too much noise. He wasn't sure what time it was, but there was a definite chance the adults were home, as well as many of the other students, and while he had enjoyed her screaming for him earlier, now was probably not a good time for her to do so again. Their tongues dueled as they kissed, and he flipped them so he was atop her, allowing him to gain more control of his thrusting. He kept hold of her left leg, and coaxed her to wrap the other around his hips as well while he slipped his hands under that perfect ass of hers. Breaking his mouth from hers, he locked eyes with her as he slammed his hips to hers, earning him a string of moans and whimpers.

“Scott...please...” she begged, and he felt her begin to tighten around him.

Smiling, he leaned down and placed his lips right at her ear. “What do you want, angel?” he asked, slowing down his pace to keep her from going over the edge.

“Please,” she whimpered, and tried to move her hips to get some pressure against her throbbing clit.

Grabbing hold of her hips, he heard her hiss as his hands gripped right over where he had bruised her earlier, and stopped her from getting the contact she craved. “Uh uh...tell me what you want.” His voice lowered, became dangerous and dark. “Tell your master what you want, angel...”

Her eyes met his, and he saw a brief smile of satisfaction cross her lips before she whimpered again, a mix of pleasure and pain. “Please mastah...” she breathed, and he felt the dark pleasure of the title rush straight through him. “Ah want...Ah need t'...oh gawd...please, let meh cum, mastah...” she begged, panting as he purposefully hit her g-spot.

Feeling his own release nearing, and knowing her body would be able to coax him to that edge, he nodded once. “Cum for me then, angel...” he instructed her, slamming his body into hers. He managed to hit her g-spot and clit simultaneously, making her climax that much more intense, and he had to kiss her to smother the near scream that resulted. Her body throbbed and quaked beneath his, and as he had predicted, sent him to his own climax directly after her. Rolling back to his side to prevent himself crushing her, he kept her close to him, and it wasn't until he finally was laying down again that he felt himself slide from her, fully spent. She curled herself into him at once, nuzzling at his neck softly as she recovered from her orgasm. Giving a contented sound, Scott returned the gesture of affection before managing to capture her lips with his for a gentle kiss.

“Mm,” she murmured, pulling back to smile at him. “You are so good t' meh.”

After nipping at her neck, he returned her smile. “Master,” he teased her.

“Mastah,” she purred, earning her a bruising kiss. “Ah think Ah need clues as t' when ya wanna play, an' when ya don't...”

“Makes sense,” Scott admitted, and took a few moments to think about it. “Well if I call you angel, you can assume we're playing...or if I refer to you as mine...” Kissing her briefly, he became serious. “I want you to promise me something...”

“Anythin,” she replied, and he was instantly reminded of how much he enjoyed the fact she made no effort to hide the fact she would honestly do anything for him.

“If I go too far...if you get uncomfortable...tell me...please...”

When she considered him for a moment, he began to wonder if she would make the promise, but then she leaned in, kissing him in a way she hadn't yet. It was soft, sweet, and made his heart give a little thump that was out of its normal rhythm. “Always,” she murmured, and when her eyes met his again, the purity of the feeling there left him absolutely speechless. “Ah'll always be honest with you about how Ah feel...or if you're doin' somethin' that hurts too much...”

Still unable to speak, he nodded slowly, cupping her face as he tried to place that look in her eyes. It was beyond her normal devotion, and nothing like the shyness her eyes sometimes conveyed. Assuring himself she'd tell him how she felt once she was sure of it herself, he settled for kissing her gently before pulling back to look at her again. “Thank you,” was all he could get out once words returned to him.

“Ah told you, lovah,” she said with a smile. “Anythin' for you...”

The sound of rock music got his attention again, and this time Rogue reached for her bedside table and turned off the alarm. “What was that alarm for?” he asked, sliding his hand along her curves, as much for his enjoyment as hers.

“Dinnah,” she murmured. “When Ah was doin' my courses, Ah'd forget about dinnah sometimes, so I added that as mah second alarm.”

“Dinner?” he repeated, surprised. But sure enough, when he looked at the clock, it read 5:50 PM and dinner was always promptly at 6. “Oh damn...” His stomach gave a growl at the thought of food, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Smiling, she snuggled to him again. “You think we should go down?”

“Much as I hate the thought of having to see the little bitch, I know everyone else will wonder why we didn't go down.”

“No they won't,” Rogue told him, then elaborated when he gave her a curious look. “Lovah, ya walked in on ya now ex-girlfriend bein' fucked by someone else...No one in this house who knows that is gonna think twice about ya not turnin' up for a meal or two.”

“In that case,” Scott murmured against her neck. “I think I'd rather devour you instead of going downstairs...” His lips and teeth began to work at the exposed flesh, pleased when she tilted her head to expose more of it to him and let a soft whimper pass her parted lips. “You're going to have to wear something to cover your neck,” he informed her, smiling before he placed another kiss where her jaw and neck merged near her ear.

“Mm...That's...fine...” she breathed, pausing every time his lips or teeth touched her skin. After four years of lusting after and loving him, to have him in her bed, lavishing her with attention, she was in absolute heaven. When his lips began to work down her neck to her collarbone, and from there onto her breasts, her eyes fluttered shut and a low sound of pure pleasure came from deep in her throat.

Watching her through his sunglasses, Scott smiled as he slowed his path, taking time to explore every bit of skin that covered those beautiful breasts of hers and paying attention to every sound she made as he had earlier. Every sensitive area was exploited, and used to make her squirm as he rolled her onto her back yet again. “Oh, angel, you are a work of art...” he whispered against her skin, reverence in his tone for the beauty of her. His lips found a particularly nice spot just where the side and underside of her right breast met, and when he gave it a little nip, she clawed at his hair. “Easy, sweet,” he cautioned. “No need to draw blood.”

Her only response was a whimper, and she arched her back, trying to force him to return his attention to her breasts. She did ease her hands up on his scalp though, and settled for gripping at his shoulders when he latched his warm mouth onto a nipple at long last. “Oh gawd...” she moaned, even as she tried to keep enough thought in her head to keep from clawing him to death in her pleasure.

As he lavished first one, then the other nipple with his mouth's attention, one of his hands began to seek out other areas to tease and tempt. It started by testing the smooth skin of her flat stomach, the curve of her hip, then down to the lean muscles of her thigh. As her moans became louder, he let his hand finally drift up her inner thigh and to where he desired to be most. His first touch against her made her hips buck, and when his fingertips grazed her clit, she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. His fingers traced over her slit, testing how ready she was, and he was pleased to find her wet. Spreading that liquid proof of her arousal, he let his thumb begin a steady rhythm over her clit, watched her eyes go dark as her arousal spiked. His mouth continued its assault on her breasts with tongue, teeth and lips, earning him mewls and whimpers as her body arched, aching for more of his attention.

“Please,” she whimpered, pushing her hips up towards his hand. “Please...oh lawd...mastah...” The last word was a content purr as he slipped three fingers into her core and began to thrust them in and out repeatedly. His mouth left a trail of kisses and gentle nips down her sides and over her stomach before settling over her already extra sensitive clit. When his tongue began to tease and taste, going so far as to dip in along with his thrusting fingers, her eyes went blind, the pleasure he was imparting becoming even better than anything so far.

Her sudden silence, aside from the breathless panting, alarmed him, and he pulled up for a moment. Her sweet mouth was parted in a silent exclamation of pleasure, her voice no longer under her control. Giving a self-satisfied smile, Scott went back to work, driving her closer to another orgasm. Little love bites along her thigh might bruise, but with as much as he had already marked her, he figured a few more was no big deal. She seemed to be holding back her own release, and it took Scott a good few minutes to finally realize why. Everything to now had been part of their play, she had been calling him master...she was waiting, holding back her orgasm until he gave her permission.

“Oh angel,” he murmured as he lifted his mouth from her for a moment. “I'm sorry...I didn't think...” Using his thumb to stimulate her little bundle of nerves instead of his tongue, he pressed a kiss to her stomach. “Cum for me, sweet...”

The first quiver of her body was a clue to how intense the orgasm was going to be, and in a flash, Scott rose up and pressed his lips to hers, barely in time to catch the scream of the word 'mastah' that tore from her throat. Her already blind eyes rolled back, and as the scream died, her body went completely limp, exhausted.

Rolling to his back and off of her, he propped himself against the headboard and pulled her to lay beside him. It took her longer than expected to recover this time, and Scott had to remind himself that she had probably never had more than one orgasm in the course of a day before. Not that he had either, actually, but he supposed the nap had been plenty for him. When she first began to stir, her movements were less coordinated than her usual, but finally everything seemed to return to normal. And as the deep green eyes opened to meet his, her slow, completely relaxed smile was as good as a thank you for him.

“You alright, my sweet?” he asked softly, sliding his fingertips along her spine, making her shiver. For the life of him, he couldn't seem to quit touching and teasing her soft skin.

She took an extra moment to answer, and when she did, her voice was smooth and slower than normal, perfect example of a Southern Belle's gentle drawl. “Oh, lovah...if Ah had th' energy...Ah'd show ya just how good Ah feel...” A tired but sexy smile curved her lips, and she slowly trailed her fingers over his six-pack abs that he had only earned in the past year or so. “But make no mistake...Ah fully intend to make it up t' ya latah...”

He assisted her in rising to sit on his lap, and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. “Let your body heal for a night, angel...I've taken advantage of you enough for one day...” He watched her frown a bit, and traced a finger down her arm. “Angel, believe me...this is not just a one time thing...and because it's not, I want to make sure I don't hurt you too bad.” Kissing her again, he pulled back to smile at her.

“Ya...ya mean that?” she asked, the timid expression back in place, insecurities playing clearly in her eyes.

“Of course,” he insisted, cupping her face gently to ensure she was looking at him and no where else. “Rogue...no one else knows me like you...no one else wants to know me like you...”

“Scott...” she began, but was interrupted.

“No one, Rogue. You know that.” Fingers traced down her jaw. “You're the only one...” He hesitated. “You're the only one who I know won't betray me...the only one I know honestly cares about me...the way I really am.”

Sighing softly, she turned her head, pressed a kiss to the palm of each hand he had at her face. “Oh, lovah...” she murmured, her hands coming up so she could run her fingers through his hair. Leaning in, she kissed him in that same soft, sweet way that made his heart loose rhythm for a moment before pulling back to look in his eyes. “Ah'll always be heah for you...howevah ya want meh...whenevah...wherevah...” Another soft kiss. “Ah act lahke Ah do...because Ah love you...Ah always have...”

Her confession left him speechless, and with a heart that seemed to have stopped beating for a second before it began to try and beat its way out of his chest and into hers. Not even Jean, in the two and a half years they had been together had ever told him she loved him. It was a sort of unspoken fatherly thing with the Professor, or a sisterly thing with Ororo, but in all of his time at the mansion no one had actually said 'I love you' to him. Pressing his lips to hers, Scott tried to convey exactly how her words made him feel, and had he not just spent so much time worshiping her body, he would have done so now in an attempt to make her understand.

 

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