Deamon Lover

Rogue sat in her last hour class drawing sketches in the margin of her math notebook. Over and
over she drew the same thing- a pair of lips for her deamon lover drawing. At first Rogue tried to
draw the lips from the guys that she thought were cute. The guy in the second row with the spiky
blond hair, Scott Summers, Jon Davis, and hell- even Logan’s lips were sketched down the sides
of her notebook. But none of them were right. They were all wrong. None of those lips enticed
her. They bored her and made her angry. So tedious, no fun and its not like she could ever kiss
those lips. And if she did it would be the kiss of death for whomever the unlucky guy was. Rogue
sighed and stared at the clock. A half an hour left before the bell rang them to freedom.
‘Awwww, Fuck this,’ she thought bitterly, ‘ If Ah can’t kiss those lips Ah don’t want ta draw
‘em.’ Closing her eyes, Rogue tried to imagine the perfect pair of lips. Lips she would want to
kiss if she could. Lips that she could kiss. She sat there for a moment and concentrated furiously
on the dark recesses of her imagination. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and drew. And
drew.
For the rest of the class she sketched the lips that haunted her mind. And when the bell rang she
glanced up at the clock in surprise. She blinked and looked down at her paper. Rogue gasped as
she stared down at what she had drawn without thinking. Smirking lips. Lips twisted in a sardonic
smile. Full lips that begged to be touched, kissed, pulled between her teeth and licked.
“Hey Rogue,” Jean strolled over to Rogue’s desk and glanced down at her paper. Rogue slammed
the notebook shut and glared up at the red head, “What do ya want?,” she asked harshly. Jean
stepped back and blinked, “Nothing,” she said. Jean turned and walked from the door but paused
just before leaving the room to glance worriedly back at Rogue. But Rogue just glared back until
Jean left. Then she opened up her notebook to the page she had been drawing on. She stared
down at the deamon’s lips. And smiled.
******
The picture became an obsession for Rogue. She spent all her free time drawing and dreaming
about her deamon lover. Sketches were drawn over and over until they were perfect. One body
part at a time. Legs that were long and muscular. Legs to wrap her own around, hips to trail her
fingers down after sex with her head resting on his chest, listening to the heartbeat that wasn’t
affected by her curse. A warm sturdy chest that she could run her hands over with cute little
nipples, pierced and aching to be played with, kissed, bitten. A chest that his powerful arms would
press her against. Arms that were strong enough to hold her. Arms that could hold her, shield her
from the world and make her feel safe and loved. Longgersgers on strong hands that could wrap
her hair around themselves and pull her face close for a kiss. Clever fingers that would tickle her
to make her giggle and moan in delight, in pleasure, in ecstasy. Notebook after notebook was
filled with Rogue’s drawings. In three days of the constant artistic outpouring Rogue had almost
finished her picture. All that was left was the eyes.
On Thursday Rogue sat in the art room and stared at her canvas. Her picture was incredible. It
was the best thing she had ever drawn. The body of her deamon lover was almost complete. The
powerful well-built body was poised gracefully, leaning against a rock from the hellish
background she had painted. The clouds she had watched on Monday swirled in the background
while white hot flames surrounded her creation. They licked over his body and danced shadows
across the picture. The face was hidden in those shadows. Even in the light of the fire Rogue’s
deamon a mya mystery. The eyes she couldn’t picture were to be partially hidden in the shadows,
but they were supposed to glint mischief from behind the shaggy reddish brown bangs that drifted
across his face. The eyes were the key to the charm of the creature. But Rogue couldn’t get the
eyes right. Nothing she drew was right and it haunted her. All day she drew. Large eyes, squinty
eyes, brown, blue, green, pure white, the darkest black- nothing was right.
After school she tried to go straight to her room and draw but Scott caught her sneaking up the
back stairway and dragged her to the danger room. “Rogue, you know we need to practice,” he
stated in that calm arrogant manner he had perfected long ago, “We’re only going to be running
one or two simulations and then we’ll be done.” Rogue growled unintelligibly back at him but
followed along reluctantly. She scowled menacingly all the way to the danger room and spent the
warm up session glaring daggers at Scott and glancing curiously at the three large crates that were
in the middle of the practice floor. Time crawled along as Rogue waited for the others to get
warmed up.
Finally everyone was ready and they looked to Scott expectantly. “Today we’re going to practice
some moves against the robots that the professor acquired last week.” The group looked at each
other gleefully. Even since Kitty had phased through the boxes that had arrived the week before
and told everyone what was in them, they had waited in anticipation for the day when they could
go head to head against the machines. Scott continued with his pre-session lecture as the rest of
them grinned like idiots, “These machines are fully loaded and will hopefully prepare us in case we
ever run up against something like them in the future (author’s question- did they know about the
Sentinels at this point or is that a way-in-the-future thing?). Safety protocols are active but be
careful anyway.” Scott paused and looked them each in the eye- as best he could anyway. He
called out in a loud clear voice, “Simulation Robotic Attack 1 begin now.” A weird noise came
from each of the boxes- like the humming noise a cheap computer makes while warming up.
Then- just as the noise reached it’s pitch- the boxes exploded. The group momentarily gawked at
the massive robots that stood in front of them before scattering and assuming defensive postures.
The robots ned ned over the room for a milla-second and then began attacking the X-Men.
Scott and Spyke faced the middle robot and attacked it from both sides. Using their powers they
alternatively pelted the machine with barrage of laser beams and projectiles. The robots fired back
at them but the boys were careful to jump out of the way of the mini-missiles it shot at them. Kurt
and Kitty took the robot on the left, leaving Jean and Rogue with the right robot. Rogue glanced
over at Kurt and Kitty and noticed that they had chosen an interesting way to defeat the machine.
Kurt flipped around it- distracting it and drawing it’s attention away from Kitty- as Kitty phased
through it. She walked in through its backside and came out the front carrying a large part of it.
Rogue assumed it was the computer’s version of a brain because the machine stopped in it’s
tracks and slumped over. Focusing back on her situation she watched as Jean used her telekinetic
powers to try and control the robot. Knowing full well that she and Jean were not equipped to
take out a robot- with their powers being mostly effective against people- Rogue quickly thought
up a way how to get rid of the two robots left. “Jean!,” Rogue called out, “Get Scott to have his
‘bot to face this way!” Jean’s face flashed confusion for a moment but quickly caught on. Rogue
darted in front of the monolith and tried to punch it’s eye-scanner-thingies out. Succeeding in only
attracting it’s attention she quickly scurried over towards where Scott and Spyke were still
shooting at their robot. Rogue looked at Scott and saw that he froze- hopefully meaning that Jean
was tellinm Rom Rogue’s plan. He nodded at nothing and yelled Spyke’s name to get his attention.
Spyke broke off his attack and got out of the way as Scott used strategic shooting to direct the
machine towards the center of the room.
Meanwhile, Rogue was dancing around her mechanical problem, avoiding the shots it fired and
leading it closer to the other robot. Jean got in on the action by trying to use her powers to direct
the machine’s feet to where Rogue wanted it to go. Finally the two robots stood in the middle of
the room with Rogue pinned between them. “Ah hope this works,” Rogue thought as the two
mechanisms took aim. Rogue stood between the robots and watched as they fired at her head. At
the very last second she jumped out of the way. From the floor Rogue watched as the missiles
shot past where she had been standing moments before and blasted the robots. Rogue grinned as
Jean helped her stand. Jean grinned back at her, “Good plan Rogue! We did-”
*BOOM*
Jean was cut off as a wave of heat knocked them backwards. Rogue flew through the air and felt
herself slam into the wall. Not half a second later something crashed into her and Rogue slumped
to the ground stunned and blinded by the explosion of the two robots.
Rogue lay there for a second and tried to get her bearings. ‘Awww shit!,’ she thought as she
casually knocked something off her cheek. She rubbed the spot on her cheek where something
warm had landed, puzzled by the sudden feeling that she could hear people’s voices when she
knew darn well that no one was talking. Rogue’s eyes flew wide open and she gasped as she
noticed what was next to her.
On the ground next to where Rogue had landed, Jean lay spasming.
“Jean!,” Scott’s scream broke the silence and he ran towards them. Pushing Rogue out of the
way, he dropped to his knees and hugged Jean’s unconscious body to his chest. “Get the
professor!” he shrieked. Then, rocking Jean’s still and unresponsive body, he leaned down and
kissed her pale cheek. Rogue could hear him murmuring quietly to her, begging her to wake up
and telling her that it would be all right.
Rogue backed away as everyone else crowded around Jean. The massive doors to the danger
room opened and the professor rolled in, quickly followed by Storm and Beast. They fussed over
Jean and tried to bring her out of the trance that Rogue’s power caused. Finally, after much
indistinct muttering between the three adults, Beast just picked up Jean’s limp body and carried
her out of the room. Everyone’s eyes turned to the professor. “Jean will stay in the medlab
overnight for observation but Beast is sure she’ll be fine by morning. I suggest you all finish up in
here and go do your schoolwork.” the professors mild tone appeared to calm everyone down but
as soon as he and Storm left the room all eyes shifted over to Rogue. They stared at her and
Rogue was actually worried for a moment. Open hostility showed across Scott’s face and the rest
of the group didn’t look much friendlier. Rogue glared back at them. How dare they make her feel
like it were her fault! Jean crashed into her. Rogue had broken the contact as soon as she knew
what was happening and she couldn’t help it if it had been too late. It wasn’t her fault and yet they
stared at her like she were something to be scraped off the bottom of their shoes. Disgust flared
up in her turbulent mind and she knew she had to leave now or she’d get herself into trouble.
With one quick look at the rest of them Rogue stalked out of the room and slammed the door
behind her. The second the door was shut Rogue leaned against the wall and let her chin drop to
her chest. Tears dripped down her face as she thought about that last look at her so-called friends.
They stood together, united in their revulsion of her. Even Kurt- her own brother- had looked
horrified of her. “Fuck em,” Rogue grumbled bitterly. None of them knew what it was like. ‘So
why do they get to be so freaking judgmental?’ she wondered angrily. None of them had the right!
Kurt least of all. He knew what it was like to have to avoid being touched, although if only for
fear of being exposed as fuzzy. But even he could be touched by someone who knew what he was
and accepted it. Rogue didn’t have that option. She was hands off no matter where she was and
who she was with. She let out the breath she had been holding and sighed.
Angry at the others and frightened by what she had done Rogue turned and ran up to her room,
locking the door as she slammed it behind her. “Ah didn’t mean ta,” Rogue muttered as she
crossed the room to stare out the window, “It’s not like Ah wanted it to happen... and they didn’t
have to all stare at me like that. What a bunch of jerks.” Rogue wiped away the errant tear that
rolled down her cheek and reached for her notebook. Ignoring the part of Jean that was now in
her head Rogue crashed down on her bed and began drawing her deamon’s eyes again. Focused
completely on sketching the eyes Rogue didn’t even notice the time passing. Eventually she
looked up at a clock and groaned. “Ah can’t get this!,” she growled angrily, “Ah mias was well go
to sleep cause sitting up drawin’ ain’t doing me no good.”
Sighing unhappily, Rogue got ready for bed. She stomped around getting changed and brushed
her hair before slipping into bed. “Maybe Ah’ll get an idea while Ah dream,” she muttered as she
drifted off to sleep.