Deamon Lover

Rogue was curled up in her bed, her mind drifting into the darkness from where her dreams
usually came from. Slowly slipping deeper into her mind to where the nightmares danced, Rogue
felt a voice call out to her from the great elsewhere of the dream-void. The voice spoke to her and
pulled her out of the decent into the dark dreams. The voice beckoned her, cajoled her into
finding the speaker. “Come to Remy ma cherie,” the voice flowed like liquid ecstasy down
Rogue’s spine and coaxed her from her usual night time darkness. Rogue shivered as the smooth
voice poured over her, “You call out to Remy and here he be. Where are you ma cherie?” Rogue
flew through black landscape of her mind, desperately searching for the source of that voice. A
glimpse of red flashed in the corner of her mind’s eye and she speed towards the light. The closer
she got the brighter it got until she was blinded and panicking. ‘Where are ya?,’ she yelled, ‘Ah
kin’t see.’
Movement stopped and Rogue stood inside the bubble of red light. It was dark and the red light
danced shadows all around her like fire gone mad. “Where am Ah?” she mred,red, hugging her
arms around her. A finger trailed down the back of Rogue’s neck- she jumped and whirled around
only to see nothing but shadows. “Don’t be scared ma cherie,” the voice said from behind her.
Instinctively Rogue knew if she turned around there would be nothing but shadows apon shadows
taunting her with their secrets so she stood still and let the speaker’s breath tickle the back of her
neck. “Who are ya?” she whispered breathlessly, melting inside as she could feel the speaker
closing the small gap between them until there was only a thin line of air that separated them. The
voice laughed quietly, “You call out to Remy in your dreams, breaking t’rough the shield he work
so hard to put up and you don’t know who he be?” Warm air caressed her neck as the mystery
speaker laughed. “La belle call out and not know to who she be calling. Maybe you should tell
Remy why he be here then, non?”
Slowly Rogue turned around to face her mysterious voice. The shadows somehow hid him until
she was facing him. Even then the darkness lingered over him, dancing across his features that
Rogue knew so well. The body she had pictured so many times in the last few days, the lips that
begged to be kissed, the auburn mass that writhed abon thn the wind of her thoughts. “Deamon
Lover,” she gasped.
The stranger flinched and backed away, “Now why you have to be calling Remy dat?,” he asked
harshly, “Jus’ cause de eyes be red don’ mean dat the soul be gone.” He whirled around and
stalked towards the edge of the bubble.
“Wait!,” Rogue cried, “Ah need to see your eyes! Ah can’t finish the painting without the eyes.
Oh please wait!” She started to run towards him but he stopped and half turned towards her. All
she could see was his profile in the flickering shadows of the eerie red light. “If you ha’ no see
Remy’s eyes den why you be calling him a deamon cherie?,” uncertainty and raw pain echoed in
his voice. He turned a little more and she could almost see his eyes through the shadows, “An’
what’s dis about a paint’ing?”
Rogue tilted her head in confusion. Normally her dreams weren’t as strange as this but she
thought it was especially weird that she had to explain to her painting that he was just a drawing.
“Ah’ve been painting you all week sugah. Ah kin’t git you outta my mind. Ah’m almost done but
Ah kin’t draw the eyes right.” Rogue was almost disgusted by the begging tone in her voice but
she was desperate to finish the painting. She needed to finish and if begging a figment of her
imagination was the way to get it done- then by god she would beg to her dream. “Please. Let me
see your eyes so Ah can git this painting done.”
He smiled. A wicked smile that made Rogue feel like she had stuck her finger in a light socket.
“Cherie been paint’ing Remy? Can’t get ‘im outta her mind? Remy t’ink he like the sound of dat,”
he paused and leaned against a rock, poised gracefully like she had painted him. “Here den ma
cherie. You can see Remy’s eyes, non?” The darkness fell away from his face and Rogue gasped.
The eyes were glowing red on black. They stared back at Rogue and it felt as though he was
looking into her, reading her inner thoughts and seeing everything about her. The glow from his
eyes encased her and sent streams of fire dancing down her body. The red light flared up around
him and Rogue couldn’t help but to reach out to him. Her hand was only a hair’s breadth from his
cheek before she stopped herself. “You’re perfect,” she whispered as her fingers trailed down his
jawline, never touching but so very close to his skin that it made her want to reach that extra
millimeter, “Ah wish you were real...”
The red on black eyes met hers with a curious expression, “But cherie, Remy is real. As real as
you are.” Rogue shook her head in disbelief, “Ya kin’t be real. Ah dreamed you up. Yer a drawing
Ah created for an art assignment. This is just a dream and ya are as real as this place is, sugah, so
don’t you try to convince ma otherwise.” Rogue’s heart whed.hed. “Ah wish ya were real
though,’ she said.
He smiled that wicked smile again, “Oh but ma cherie, Remy is very real. He be sleeping in his
bed dis very moment dreaming he be wit the most belle cherie he eva did see. Remy t’inking you
might not be so real, cause he neva seen such a face,” his face softened and he whispered “You
like an angel cherie.” His hand drifted up and gently cupped Rogue’s face. She felt his fingers trail
lightly down her cheek and brush against her neck. ‘Ah ain’t neva felt like this’ she thought, ‘Ain’t
no one eva touched me like- TOUCH!’ Rogue broke away with a scream, “Don’t touch me!”
Remy jumped back cat-like and bewildered, “What is it cherie? Why you no like Remy touching
heaven?” His eyes, those perfect eyes, met her’s for a moment before she looked away ashamed.
“Ah’m a mutant,” she said quietly with tears brimming in her eyes, “Wheneva someone touches
me, Ah drain away their life,” Rogue looked back at him expecting outrage and fear in his eyes
and finding only pity. “Ah don’t mean too, but Ah kin’t stop it. Ma skin is like poison and it steals
the life of who eva it touches.”
“Look at Remy cherie.” Rogue glanced up at thd ond on black eyes, fearful and hesitant but found
those deamon eyes filled with compassion. “Remy knows what it like to be a mutant. Dese eyes
you seem to like so much are not normal, non? Now, dat not de only t’ing bout Remy that be
mutant neither. He can make t’ings explode jus by touching em and t’inking. So don’ you go
worrying dat Remy not gonna like you jus’ cause you a mutant.”
Rogue stared at him. He sounded all growlie- like Logan did when he was pissed about
anti-mutant protests. And she knew they were both right. There was nothing wrong with being a
mutant, but... “But Ah steal people’s lives Remy and jus’ with a touch.”
Remy’s smile twisted into a smirk, “Remy t’ink he know a little ‘bout stealing too, cherie.” He
winked at her, “Remy be one of the best t’iefs in Naw’lins.” With a scandalous little grin, Remy
hands shot out and Rogue jerked back. Suddenly he was pressed as close to her body as he could
be without touching her. His left arm was wrapped around her waist with his hand grazing the
small of her back. Breathing in with surprise, she could feel something brush against her chest.
Looking down Rogue saw his right hand was placed just above the center of her chest. “You see
ma belle,” he murmured seductively, “Remy so good he jus’ stole your heart.”
Rogue giggled for a moment but then grew serious. “Remy, there ain’t nothing Ah want more
than ta have ya touch me but Ah kin’t let ya.” Rogue turned her head to the side and closed her
eyes. Here was the guy she had being obsessing over for the past week, asking to touch her,
taunting her with his charm, and it made her even more depressed about her life. ‘If only...,’ she
started to think but that thought was interrupted when she felt a line of heat stream across her
face. Rogue’s eyes flew open and her head jerked around. Remy hesitated but continued to let his
fingers stroke her face, “But dis is jus’ a dream cherie. You can’t steal Remy’s life if Remy not in
his body, non?”
Rogue shook her head, “That’s not the way it works sugah-”
“Ah, but it is working now, is it non’?” Remy said as he leaned in. Rogue made a small noise of
objection but it was cut off short when she felt his lips kiss her neck. “Remy not being sucked of
his life cherie. It’s jus’ a dream.” Rogue waited for the tenseness that came with her curse to
affect Remy but all she felt was him, kissing her neck, biting softly and making her melt into a
puddle of hormonal goo.
He nuzzled her neck and kissed her some more. “But...” Rogue tried to speak but her tongue felt
heavy and thick. Remy took her face in his hands and stared deep into her eyes, “But not’ing
cherie.” And then, to keep her from protesting any more, he kissed her.
******
Rogue abruptly woke to the sound of her alarm clock going off. “Damn it!” she shrieked as she
smacked the noisy thing across the room. It shattered as it slammed against the far wall and
Rogue hide her face in her hands, groaning, “An’ it was jus’ gitting good too...”