Secret Bonding

A/N: Yes, I know, I've been neglecting this story lately, and I'm sorry. Here's the epilogue. I hope you guys like it. Reviews are always welcome! No warnings, besides some m/f sex. ;)

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Raven was hoping Erik would already be asleep when she returned to their lair, as she really did not want to confront him at the moment. It was already past midnight, and she had promised to come back as soon as possible.

She began to wonder what Erik would do and say next time they saw each other. He had gotten what he wanted, and she wouldn’t see Rogue anymore, but there was still no guarantee he’d be happy. Only time could tell.

Raven’s head and back hurt from the ruthless treatment Logan had subjected her to. Some of her usual agility was gone now, and the wound in the back of her head was still bleeding, though not as abundantly as before. Morphing didn’t help this time. The wound remained no matter who she changed into.

Well, she thought wryly. That’s another scar caused by the Wolverine!

The house appeared dark and quiet at first, and Mystique almost started to believe she wouldn’t have to confront Erik tonight, but her hopes were crushed when she went to the kitchen to have herself a painkiller. The lights were on, and Erik was sitting by the table, sipping a drink that appeared to be red wine.

He put his glass away when she entered, and leaned back in his chair, giving an audible sigh. He was wearing a dark, velvety robe plus slippers, and she got the impression he had stayed up just to wait for her.

“Erik…” she said, trying to find a good excuse for her late arrival. She found none, except for not wanting to face him.

“So, back at last…” Erik muttered and looked up in her blue face. “I almost thought you had been lost on the way. So, how did it go?”

“Fine,” she said, trying to sound casual. “I won’t see her anymore.”

“And how did she take it? Did her heart break?” It was impossible not to grasp the slightly ironic undertone in Erik’s voice, despite that his countenance was serious.

Raven tried to stay casual. “Not really,” she said. “I mean, she was a bit down, but she’ll get over it.”

“Good. Did anything else happen?”

“No.”

Erik raised his eyebrows. “Really? Raven, now I believe you are not being completely honest with me. I can see something is wrong. Come here.”

“Why?” she asked frowning.

Erik gestured at her with his hand. “Come here, Raven. Don’t ask me questions. Just come.”

Reluctantly Mystique began to approach the older man, and when she reached him, he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her close, looking up toward her face.

“My beautiful Raven…” he whispered, suddenly sounding awestruck. “I am sorry for being so harsh, but I was afraid I was going to lose you…” he continued, passing his hands up along Raven’s sides. “I couldn’t let that happen… Not to those X-geeks. I hope you understand me, and forgive me my actions.”

Mystique felt her heart soften, because this was something she definitely hadn’t expected. Erik rarely apologized to anyone, and when he did, it really meant he was sorry, and he was now showing genuine concern for her.

“It’s alright,” she replied gently and pulled her fingers through his thick, grey mass of hair. “I’m not mad at you.”

Erik wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head against her belly. Suddenly he looked very old and tired. Raven stroked his hair, and remained silent, because she just didn’t know what to say to him. They stayed like that for a long while, locked in an embrace, but when Erik’s hand travelled upwards, and made contact with the small of her back, she winced from the pain it caused her.

“Raven?” Erik asked. “What is wrong?”

Mystique decided to give Erik a short, concise and honest answer. “Logan caught me, and kicked my ass,” she told him. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing.”

“Let me have a look. What did he do to you?” the older man asked, suddenly sounding very concerned.

“Nothing much… Just caught me off guard… Don’t worry, Erik, it’ll heal…”

“Yes, I know, but let’s have a look anyway,” Erik persisted, rising from his chair and placing his arm around Raven’s shoulders. He began to lead her out of the kitchen and directed their course towards his own bedroom.

“Where is John?” Raven asked, trying, but failing, to sound casual. She really hoped the little fire-starter would not be in Erik’s room tonight, as she really didn’t feel like dealing with randy, lovesick young boys right now. A nice, relaxing night with Erik sounded much better.

“He’s asleep, of course. It’s really late,” Erik replied.

“Yes, but *where* is he?”

Erik gave her a knowing smile. “He’s in his own room tonight. Don’t worry, my dear. He won’t bother you. You’re all mine for now!”

Erik took her into his bedroom, where Raven had not been alone with him for months, it seemed. Pyro was always with them. He led her to his large, elegant bed, big enough for three people, and coaxed her to lie down while he went to the adjacent bathroom to bring peroxide to clean the wound in the back of her head.

It hurt a little when he did it, but the bleeding had almost stopped, and he didn’t think it required stitches.

“Now, Raven…” Erik mused, “…would you like a backrub?” He rubbed her slim, blue shoulders with his long-fingered hands, and she sighed blissfully, leaning back against him and allowing her taut, aching muscles to relax.

“Yes, I’d love to…and maybe something else, too…” she added suggestively, arching her brows.

Erik laughed good-naturedly. “Let’s start with a backrub, shall we?”

He urged Raven to lie on her belly, and even made sure there was a pillow under her head to make it more comfortable for her. Secretly Raven wondered what made Erik treat her so nicely all of a sudden. Of course she had longed for his undivided attention, and now she had it. This was a treasured moment, and she wasn’t going to ruin it by asking Erik annoying questions. Perhaps he actually felt bad for treating her as he had done?

Erik’s hands began to knead her aching back muscles, and all Raven could do was sigh in bliss. Erik’s hands were strong even though he was getting old, and excellent for massage. He started with her shoulders, and gradually worked lower and lower, until he reached the small of her back, still sore from her earlier confrontation with Wolverine.

“Raven…” Erik whispered, “…were there any other needs I need to tend to, as well?”

Without expecting an answer from her, he moved on to kneading her buttocks. Mystique groaned, spreading her legs as an invitation. Erik smiled, sliding a finger into the crease between her blue buttocks to brush her anus. Mystique winced slightly. Erik didn’t want to fuck her anally tonight, did he? It would be highly uncomfortable, and she was too tired to morph into a man right now.

“Erik… you wouldn’t…” she murmured into the pillow.

Erik gave a chuckle in reply, saying, “No, my dear, tonight I want you as you are!”

He passed her hand further down and let two of his fingers slip in between her nether lips. The erotic backrub had already drawn a distinct wetness from her, and his fingers slid in effortlessly, parting her slick inner folds. Raven moaned when he applied firm pressure on her clit, moving his fingertips in circles around it. Despite that Erik doubtlessly was more used to masturbating men, a woman’s anatomy was no stranger to him.

“Do you like that, sweetheart?” he asked with a teasing snicker, though his heavy breathing was a clear sign of his own growing excitement.

“You know I do…” she muttered quietly and squirmed to add further stimulation.

“Then perhaps you’d like to feel something more than my fingers?”

Erik withdrew his fingers from her pussy and she rolled around just in time to see him untying the sash of his robe. He was naked underneath. Erik never slept clothed, so it was really no big surprise. His arousal was evident already before he removed his robe and tossed it aside, leaving him as naked as the blue woman he was about to fuck. Erik cupped the shape-shifter’s head in his hands and drew her close for a kiss. If he’d had Logan or Sabretooth’s heightened senses, he would have caught the scent of Rogue on his beloved, but Erik’s senses were only average, and the scent of Rogue had long ago gone too weak for a mere mortal to feel.

“Lie down…” he whispered in her ear, gently pushing her onto heck ick in the bed.

Raven spread her legs and waited for Erik to settle between them. He didn’t, though, before he reached inside his drawer to take out a condom. Erik had no paternal instincts whatsoever, and did not feel like becoming a daddy now, when he was 68. When he slept with John they weren’t needed, of course, but Raven was, after all, female.

“One advantage with same-sex sex is that there is no risk of unwanted pregnancies,” he remarked, pulling the silly rubber thing on his engorged cock. Really, he hated them, but right now it was necessary.

Mystique chuckled ruefully. Yes, she if anyone knew how troublesome unwanted pregnancies could be! Her memory of the tiny mutant boy-child she had abandoned over 30 years ago had put everlasting marks in her soul. She was older and more mature now, but another baby was nothing she wanted.

Once the condom was in place, Erik leaned over her and entered her in one single stroke. She gasped, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, marvelling at the intensity of the entry. It had been a long time since they last did this. Erik’s obsession with the young Fire-starter and Raven’s affair with Rogue had gotten in their way, but not anymore. Raven knew she belonged with Erik, no matter what happened.

He started moving in her immediately, thrusting hard and deep. Raven could only gasp. Her plump blue nipples were rubbed against his pink and smaller ones, stimulating them both further.

“Erik…Erik, yes…” she panted after a while, wondering at the aggressiveness the older man showed tonight. Erik was usually a calm, almost passive lover, and never had his thrusts been as fierce and stabbing as now. Not that she had any complains, though. Sometimes even Raven needed to get royally fucked.

His mouth found her throat, and he started licking and sucking her velvety blue skin, so smooth, like a wrap of silk to cover a bubbling volcano. Raven’s hands soon tangled in his thick grey mass of hair, and the strength she used to pull it was almost painful. Erik didn’t care. Tonight was theirs, and theirs alone.

He kept thrusting into her tight, wet pussy, pleased to be the cause of the cries of passion and pleasure his Raven was giving. A few minutes later he exploded in a powerful and body-racking orgasm, emptying himself in her, though luckily in the condom he’d been sensible enough to put on before he started. She came too, howling and screaming out his name. A triumphant smile curved Erik’s lips at the sound of it. It was exactly what he craved to hear. Raven was his, and *no one*, least of all an X-geek was going to take her from him. He’d been close to losing her earlier that day, and the recollection now made him shudder.

He collapsed on top of her when he’d spent himself, panting heavily and waiting for his strength to return. Raven sounded exhausted as well, which was unusual. Her stamina usually won over his.

Erik stayed in her, even when his cock had shrunk and gone limp. Her inner walls were still pulsating around him, cradling his flesh, and with their sweat-slick bodies intertwined, it caused a comforting sensation.

Raven’s face was hot and damp, her lips wet and swollen. Erik kissed her again, just to sample her taste.

“I’m glad you’re finally back again,” he said finally.

“So am I, Erik,” she whispered back, brushing his slick tresses back from his forehead. “So am I…”

She belonged with him.


The End