X-Men 3: Additional Aftermath,
			an erotic tale by AchtungNight.

Celebs: Various people from the movie X-Men 3 reprising their
roles- read the story to find out exactly who. :)
Codes: MF, MFF, first, oral, reluc, cons, interracial, rom, voy.

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic sexual situations and
adult themes and is therefore not suitable for those under age 18
or the close-minded. It may be illegal in some areas too. :(
Please also note that it is not a true story, instead merely a
fantasy. Real events may be referenced and real names,
likenesses, and other personal details of celebrities and other
real people may be part of the story- however they are used in a
fictional manner styled to the author's liking that may be
satirical at times. The author has never met any of the
celebrities used herein, so he has no way of knowing if they
really act the way they do in the story, and is confident that
they probably don't. One hopes that these facts do not keep you,
the reader, from enjoying the story.

Acknowledgements: Thanks as usual to all who have aided in the
creation of this story, even those who have done so without
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Notes: This story is my unofficial follow-up to the film X-Men 3:
The Last Stand. Great movie and hopefully not the last of its
kind. If you have not seen it, beware- Spoilers Are Within This
Tale. SPOILERS! Got that? :) This whole story takes place shortly
after the movie, and ties up some loose ends. Any writers of
X-Men 4 who want to use the ideas I put across, feel free. All
readers- Enjoy!

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X-Men 3: Additional Aftermath
The Not-Too Distant Future. Xavier Mansion, NY.

	"I can't go on," he whispered, rubbing his head in his hands. "I
can't go on."

	His inner strength was gone now. He had always had it, fought
with it, been legendary for it. It had satisfied him, even though
it had kept him alone. Then, suddenly, he had not been alone. He
had found friends, a family. They had been a better salve to his
pain than any drink, any cigar, any berserk rage. He had loved
them, and he still did.

	But now things would be over soon, he knew. The man who had
given him the family was dead- after he could have saved him. The
woman he had wanted to start another family with was dead too- by
his own hand. She had killed one man who loved her, and destroyed
the other as well. Only part of her had even cared. The other
part, the part he'd had to kill, had laughed at both of them,
then set out to destroy the world.

	"Jean," he recalled, shaking his head at her memory. "Jean. I
miss you."

	Before their final battle he had been able to put all thought of
her aside, concentrate on the man who had always been a threat to
both of them. A threat to their entire family, and their dream.
They had beaten that man, finally destroyed him. But then they
had had to destroy Jean too. She was one of their own, and they
had had to kill her. Specifically he had had to. The knowledge of
that, the memory of what he had done, what he had tried and
failed to do, was rooted inside him now. And it was worsening all
his other pain.

	"Logan," a voice said.

	He looked up to see a darkskinned woman in black standing before
him. Short white hair framed her aristocratic features.

	"Storm," he said, smiling wryly. She had always trusted him,
even though they barely knew each other. Even now, her presence
brought with it a feeling of warmth. Of course, that feeling only
slightly eased what lurked inside his bones.

	"Ororo," she said, stepping closer. She knelt before the bed he
sat on, took his hand in hers. "You should call me Ororo after
all we've been through together."

	"Ororo," he repeated, grimacing at the name. For only an
instant, though. He liked it. Storm was nice too, but it was also
uncomfortably close to the feelings he often had. Those feelings
always disturbed him no matter what. Unlike his body, they did
not easily heal.

	"You were screaming," she said, looking up at him. "What
happened?"

	"Nightmare." He gasped, remembering. "I saw it all again. We
fought Magneto, we defeated him. But then Jean..."

	"I know."

	Logan gasped. "This time she destroyed me. I wasn't strong
enough to stop her. I died, just like Scott and the Professor..."

	"You didn't die," Ororo reminded him, squeezing his hand.
"You're still here."

	He took one look at her, then turned away, pulling his hand from
her grasp.

	"Logan!" she shouted. He did not look back. "Logan!"

	"Go away," he snapped, waving his hand at the door of the room.
For a moment it clenched, the claws within about to spring forth.
Then Logan stopped himself, remembering Ororo was not his enemy.
"Get out of here," he told her instead. "Just leave me." Words,
he knew from experience, could be sharper than adamantium.

	Ororo shook her head, then stood up and sat down on the bed. She
took Logan's face in her hands, turned it back towards her. He
grimaced at her cool touch. For a moment he felt something inside
change at its pressure. Then he frowned again, remembering all
the reasons for his pain. The substance inside him, his body and
yet not his body. The echoes of his long life, all the things he
could remember and those he couldn't. The death of his mentor,
his rival, and the woman he'd loved. His enemies had died too,
but that didn't matter. Not when joined with the death of his
friends. At their funerals and afterwards in public he'd held it
all inside, but now his grief was coming out. He had always been
alone, and suffered alone. The family he had now hadn't changed
that, even though it had changed so much else.

	"Logan," she said, looking directly at his eyes. "Logan, look at
me."

	For a long instant he was silent, trying to drive her from him
with his naked fury. But she did not even seem to notice, or if
she did, she did not leave. She only continued looking at him.
Then he turned and saw a reflection of himself inside her eyes.

	"What?" he snarled, his tone changing. "What do you want?"

	"You're in pain. You need help."

	"Yeah, I am," Logan shrugged. No use challenging her impression.
"What makes you think you can do anything about it?"

	She took a deep breath. "I've lost people too."

	She had, he realized. Jean, Scott, and the Professor had also
been her friends. How could he have forgotten?

	"Yeah," he said, looking at her. "You did."

	"Not just them," Ororo replied. She dropped her hands from his
face. "I lost my parents, long ago. Charles gave me a new family,
but now..." She turned away, tears coming to her eyes.

	Oh my, Logan realized, staring at her. He wasn't the only one
alone inside, he realized. She was too. He should have read the
signs. So often she trembled in enclosed spaces, and seemed
uncomfortable in the open too. So often she seemed to be sharing
his own feelings about their family, living and dead. For so long
he'd been confused by their misunderstanding. She saw the X-Men
as a team, and himself as part of that team. He had not seen the
true advantages of that viewpoint, though- not until their most
recent battle. And even then, at the end of that battle, Logan
had once again had to stand alone.

	Ororo had too, he knew now. She had led the team to safety while
he took care of Jean. The new members of the group- Bobby, Kitty,
and Peter- had all looked up to her. They had admired her, and
Hank too- but even that veteran had deferred to Ororo. Logan also
respected her. She and him were the only ones left of the group
from back when he'd first joined the X-Men. The girl he'd brought
with him was still there, but she was no longer a mutant. Instead
she was human, gone to what he hoped was a better life even
though she was still part of Logan's. Scott, Jean, and the
Professor were gone too, gone farther away to something Logan
knew had to be better. The only one who was there with him at the
beginning who was still with him now and still like him was Ororo
Munroe.

	Logan clenched his fists, looking at her. He still wanted to
shove her away, get up and run as he always had in the past. Bear
his own pain, forget about other people. But now, thanks to all
they had shared, he knew he could not do that again. And also, he
knew he shouldn't. Not when this woman was next to him, willing
to share what troubled him now.

	"St..." he began, then shook his head. Reaching out, he put his
hand on her shoulder. "Ororo."

	She turned and looked at him. "What?"

	He coughed, then sighed, deciding to forget what was bothering
him. Temporarily, of course. "I understand how you feel."

	"Do you?"

	He took her hand, nodding. "Yeah." Then he frowned. "Well, not
exactly. I never knew my family. I can't even remember having
one. Not until now."

	She smiled at him. "We have to keep the family going. Charles is
gone, and so many others. Scott, Jean, Hank..."

	"Furball's still alive."

	"Yes, but he has another mission now." She took a breath, looked
down and then back at him. "Logan, you and I have to go on. We
have to keep the school going. We're the only ones who can.
There's a cure now, but not everyone wants it. Some of us have
useful abilities too. Things we have to manage, control..."

	"I know," Logan cut her off. "I've been thinking about all
that." He sighed. "I want to do it. I just... I just don't know
if I can." He wondered why he was being so open with her, then
shook his head, deciding it didn't matter. Besides, from the look
on her face, Ororo was reading his thoughts as good as Jean ever
had, maybe even more so.

	"It's easy," she said, taking his hand in hers. "Just think of
us as the family you never had, what you always wanted. How would
you live with that family, if you had the chance?"

	"I don't know. I'm not this family's leader."

	"This family's leader is dead, Logan. They need a new one now. I
thought it could be Scott, but he's gone. Charles chose me to
take his place."

	Logan grinned, remembering. "Good decision."

	"Yes. But I can't do it alone." She looked him up and down, then
took another breath. "Every family needs a mother. And a father."

	Logan's mouth fell open for an instant. Then he slammed it shut.
"What are you talking about?"
	
	"You know what," Ororo said. "You can lead them, Logan, teach
them. They respect you. You're the strongest fighter here."

	"Yeah," Logan agreed, raising his hand to his eyes. He looked at
his palm for a moment, then smiled and dropped it. "I am the best
at what I do."

	Ororo nodded. "They know that. So do I. You can't bury yourself
anymore, Logan. People need you."

	"I guess so." He wondered why he was having trouble believing
it. "But I can't be their father. That isn't me. I'll just be
their friend."

	"And their teacher too. They all need a teacher."

	"Right." He took another breath. "Look, if you think I'm walking
away from all this..."

	She shook her head. "I don't, but I'm afraid. I've seen so much
in you that worries me. I know that staying here is probably the
hardest thing you've ever done."

	Logan thought for a few seconds, then nodded. "You're right."

	"And killing Jean. That was also hard for you."

	"I loved her." He shook away a tear.

	"She was a good friend to me too. But it was more than that with
you and Scott, I know it was. It was something like I had with
the man I loved."

	Logan blinked. "I've never seen you with anyone."

	Ororo sighed. "He was a student here before you came. He's dead
now. You remember the clinic Magneto blew up, before San
Francisco?"

	"Yeah..."

	"The man I loved was there. I don't know if he was outside or
inside, protesting the cure or waiting for it. I..." Her voice
broke and she fell sobbing against Logan's bare chest.

	Damn it, Logan thought. I didn't know. "Tell me about him."

	"His name was Forge. He was a good man. A brilliant inventor.
There was nothing he couldn't create."

	"Sounds like he was as strong as Jean."

	"He was, but in a different way. I loved him as you loved her.
He saved my life several times, and I saved his. We were going to
be married, but then..." Her voice caught, then deepened. "He
told me he thought I'd say no. I hated him for that, drove him
away. But now... I would have said yes, Logan!" She pressed her
face into his chest, crying and shaking against him. "If he
hadn't told me his fear, I would have said yes!"

	Logan looked down at her as she poured out her sadness. For some
reason he felt his own lessen, or at least become easier to bear.
He had thought he was the only one who felt as he did. Now he saw
he was wrong. "Damn it." He paused. "You know, he might not be
dead. We thought Rogue was at that clinic at first, but then she
came back okay."

	"No! He's dead! I know he is! He has to be!"

	Logan sighed again, then threw his arms around Ororo, cuddling
her close to him. "I'm sorry," he said. "I wish I could have met
this guy."

	Ororo ceased her tears and smiled, looking up. "You would have
liked him. He had your free spirit, and your strength. Useful
talents too. I was going to invite him back here- he would have
made a good teacher. But now..."

	"We'll find other teachers. Bobby will be one, and Peter, and
Rogue, and Kitty too. We'll find more."

	She nodded. "I already have some people in mind. Charles left me
names. Emma Frost, Alex Summers, Alison Blair..."

	Logan gave her a look of surprise. "The disc jockey?"

	"Another person who left before you came."

	Logan nodded, then asked another question. "This Alex...
he's..."

	"Scott's brother. There's a lot you don't know about us."

	Logan laughed. "I guess so." He moved his hand down, wiped a
tear from her eye. "Hey, look, we're going to move on. They're
gone now. I keep telling myself that. We can't bring them back.
We have to go on."

	"Yes," Ororo agreed, staring at him. "We have to go on, Logan."
She touched his hand, then moved up against him, pressing her
body against hers.

	"What are you..." Logan gasped out, then was interrupted by her
lips.

	"We have to go on," Ororo repeated, pulling back from the kiss.
She looked at him, smiling once more. "Together."

	Logan grimaced. The feel of her against him was nice, but...
"Together?"

	"Yes, Logan. Together. You have pain and so do I. We can..."

	He put a finger against her lips, shaking his head. "No. I can't
get close to people. They all die, they all..."

	Again her voice stopped him. "I'm still alive, Logan. And I want
you."

	"You..." He paused, glancing her over. She was lovely. Her body
was inspiring, and her spirit as well. This wouldn't be the first
time Logan had eased his pain with the help of a woman. But such
a woman as this... something about her scared him. He shook his
head, wondering what the matter was. Jean was gone. Ororo's lover
was also. She had obviously been nurturing some sort of feelings
for him. He had for her too, he now realized. Jean wasn't the
only strong admirable woman he'd met since he came here long ago.
Ororo was equally interesting, perhaps even more so. There was no
Cyclops between them, and she was alive.

	"You want me."

	"Yes," Ororo said, running her fingers over his cheek. "Do you
have a problem with that?"

	He chuckled. "No. Just, uh... It's so soon for both of us. Are
you sure you..."

	She put her hand against his lips again. She said nothing, only
nodded. Okay, Logan thought. Glad you know why I had to ask.
Pushing that aside now, he grasped Ororo in his arms and pulled
her into him. He planted his lips on each of her cheeks, then her
mouth. Her tears fell anew as he did so, but he sensed a
different feeling behind them now. Sadness was still there, and
something else also. He wondered how long she'd wanted this.

	"Logan," Ororo said, pushing herself closer to him. He felt the
softest part of him, the only part of his body that did not
contain adamantium, begin to grow strong.

	"Hey," he replied, running his fingers through her hair. His
claws started to come out, but he held them in, just as he always
had to at moments like this. She was keeping her power in too,
Logan knew. They both had learned their lessons well since coming
to the school.

	Ororo's lips touched his, and ignited sparks that flashed
through Logan. The weather wasn't the only part of nature Ororo
could stir up, he reflected. There was something of nature in
him, feral and primeval. Perhaps the connection would enliven a
relationship between himself and Ororo. Maybe they could...

	Such thoughts flowed deep into his mind as she traced her hand
down his torso. She felt the lean muscles of his chest, then his
stomach. Logan let several long breaths out as she moved on to
his waist. It had been a long time, he realized. Too long. And he
was certain now that there was no way this would not be great.

	He smiled, stopping her hand with his. He moved his other hand
over the curves beneath her black leather bodysuit, probing for
the zipper. Finding it, he pulled it down. Gleaming dark skin was
revealed, covered in sweat and other fluids. Ororo's nipples were
small and hard against his palm. Logan rubbed each of them, then
reached his hands up and pushed the suit over Ororo's shoulders.
She helped him, pulling her arms free of the sleeves and letting
the suit fall back.

	His hands roamed across her sides, squeezing her arms as they
once again encircled him. Logan pulled her closer, grabbing and
massaging her lower back and then her rear. His hands moved
around the latter, took hold of Ororo's belt buckle and unsnapped
it. Another push, and the suit was off her hips. With powerful
thrusts of her legs, she kicked it off and away. Logan looked at
the white patch of hair revealed between her thighs and chuckled.
"I was wondering about that."

	Ororo smiled, then kissed him again. Maybe I wasn't the first,
Logan thought. Then her hands were back on him, moving quickly to
his pants. Unsnapping his fly and pulling down the zipper.
Grasping the edges, yanking them apart. Logan smiled as he
watched her disrobe him. Like most women who got this close to
him, Ororo seemed pleased with his manhood's shape.

	She looked confused as she ran her fingers across him. "They
didn't..."

	"No," Logan replied, smirking. "Looking back, I'm kind of glad."

	She returned his pleased expression, then began tickling his
shaft's underside. Her fingers sent a charge into him, exciting
Logan's every nerve. He moved his left hand back to her breasts,
returned her touches with his own. His other hand swept down
across her tight belly. It lingered there, then leapt onwards,
entering the forest of Ororo's snatch. Logan sighed as he felt
the heat there, and the humidity.

	"Nice."

	"Yes," Ororo agreed, massaging him. "Be nice to me."

	"You got it."

	With that, he thrust his fingers into her, pulling apart Ororo's
folds. Just as with battle, Logan was long experienced in this
art, and he was good at it. He was different here than in a
fight, though. He knew that women liked gentleness, for the most
part. So he used it. And soon, he could feel it working just as
it always did in the past.

	"Yes!" Ororo moaned as Logan caressed the sides of her interior.
He soaked up her essence with his fingers, longing for the flood
that he knew was waiting to burst forth. Her hand remained on his
shaft, squeezing it as it lengthened. Ororo's other hand touched
his shoulder, then pulled him close, touching his lips with hers.
Her mouth was open this time, and her tongue came out to touch
Logan's. He met it with his, sucked on the organ, then
involuntarily clenched it in his teeth. He bit down, then
withdrew.

	"Ah!" Ororo gasped, shaking and pulling back from him. Logan
frowned and opened his mouth to mutter something. Before he
could, she shook her head, smiling. Then she took hold of his
shoulder and his cock, squeezed both, sent a charge into them.
Logan grimaced, feeling his body vibrate. Then he grinned. This
was different than when Magneto manipulated his bones. He liked
it the way Ororo did it. Haven't been with many mutant women, he
thought, and never one with her abilities before. Damn, I think
this could really be fun.

	"Let's go," he said, then stroked his fingers faster within her.
Two shoved inside, then three. Logan found Ororo's clit, pulled
on it with all his strength. He slacked off, hearing her let out
a scream. Then she shook her head again, throbbed back and forth
against him. He laughed, then once more touched her most
sensitive part gently. He set up a rhythm to his touches, varied
the pressure. First he was soft, then he let his animal lust out,
then he was tender, then once again hard. Ororo moaned and
gyrated at each emotion, growing tighter and wetter. Logan
smiled, his inner turmoil almost forgotten. Just as with Ororo,
something new and glorious was bubbling forth beneath his skin.

	"Logan," she said, fingers wrapping around his shaft. They
pressed deep into the skin, touched his balls for an instant and
then resumed holding Logan's member. Ororo's other hand left his
shoulder, moved to his side. "I need you."

	"Okay," he said, removing his hands from her pussy and breasts.
He took hold of Ororo's thighs, pulled her groin into his own.
She opened herself to him, accomodated his manhood, then closed
her inner folds tight around it. Logan felt something within him
let go with her contractions. She grabbed him hard with every
fiber of her being, and he now felt he should mimic that.
Growling, he swept his hands up, took hold of Ororo's shoulders.
He rolled her down onto the bed, feeling her arms and legs wrap
around him as he did so. Stabbing himself deep into her body, he
rubbed her back and kissed her lips. He pulled out, then thrust
again, matching each motion with an oath or a snarl.

	"Yes!!" Ororo cried between his touches. "Yes!!! Oh yes!!!!"

	Logan grinned, predicting what was coming.

	Another gasp, and then Ororo quaked heavily around him, the
flush of an orgasmic hurricane coming to her face. Her eyes
flashed white, and electricity briefly sparked through both of
them. One quick charge, then it died. "Sorry," she frowned,
feeling Logan shake.

	"It's okay," he said. "I kind of like it." Grimacing, he pressed
her down into the bed. "Don't be afraid. I'll heal."

	"I didn't mean to..." Ororo said. Then her words were cut off as
Logan again pushed into her. He thrust himself forward with all
the strength in his bones, squeezing her shoulders and kissing
her in the same motion. Then, right before he felt Ororo shaking,
he pulled back. "Yes!" she moaned, raindrops falling from her
eyes as she vibrated against him. Her breath got faster. Logan
felt its warmth on his face, and the warmth of her body close to
his too. Gentle, then strong, matching his motions. He kept hold
of Ororo as she kept hold of him, pushing forth and then back.
Keeping things going for both of them, building up passion,
until...

	Logan came inside her with a deep long roar. His face took on
the aspect of his namesake creature, and his viciousness
increased likewise. His claws almost came out, but he caught
them, feeling their points against his skin. Logan grimaced at
the pain. He didn't like pain, and yet it was such a part of him.
He could not ignore it. It was always there, it never healed. It
only got worse. Everyone close to him passed on, and...

	Suddenly Ororo shook around him again, and his thoughts fled as
he watched. She was calmer now, he noticed, keeping her power
inside. Her spasms were more frequent too, and deeper. Logan
smiled. Perhaps she can teach me how to deal with things, he
thought. Affect me as I'd hoped Jean could, teach me to get
comfortable with what I have inside. Ororo controls her ability,
and she doesn't need illusions and mental blocks to do it. Maybe
if Jean could have lived, Ororo could have shown her how to keep
this kind of control. It might have calmed her rage. But Jean
wasn't willing to give anyone a chance. She was too scared of
herself, scared like I was. I know I am not going to repeat her
mistake.

	"Ororo," he said, grasping her shoulders as she calmed down.
"Thank you."

	"Thank you," she replied, grinning back. Her hands moved over
his rear end, gripping the muscles there. "You're still..."

	"Yeah. It's my power. Once I get started..."

	"I thought so," Ororo said, breathless. Then she laughed. "Go
ahead, wear me out. I want you to."

	Logan returned her chuckle, then resumed his frenzied motions. I
hope you're ready for this, he thought. But you probably are. You
seduced me. I was shocked, but now I'm glad you did it. Thanks to
you, Ororo, I feel great. I think I can stay here, and enjoy it.
Just as long as you stick around too.

	"Don't leave me," he said, pushing himself into her to the hilt.

	"Never," she promised, kissing his mouth.

***

	Downstairs, in another part of the mansion, someone else was
also feeling a new confidence.

	"Bobby," she said, touching his hand. He stared at her agape,
but did not wilt. No trace of his self slipping away was revealed
to her. She smiled at the sight- for so long she had doubted it
could happen. Only now, touching him, did she feel sure what
she'd done was the right thing.

	"Rogue," Bobby said, staring at her hand on his. "You... This
isn't what I wanted!"

	"It's what I wanted," she smiled, gripping his hand and tossing
back her dark red hair. The white streak was still at her
temples. She had considered getting rid of it along with her
power, but in the end she had decided not to. She still wanted to
feel different, unique, and her streak would be a symbol of that.
The other difference- the bad one- was gone now. She had rid
herself of it. It had to be so, she reminded herself. She could
touch him now, kiss him, do all that she couldn't before. Still,
though, she felt a very deep loss inside.

	"Rogue," the young blonde man repeated, his blue eyes locked on
her brown ones.

	"Marie," she corrected him. "My name is Marie, Bobby."

	He only shook his head, still unable to believe what was
happening. "You had gloves on when you got back," he rambled. "I
thought you didn't go through with it. But now you..." He looked
at her hand, then again at her face.

	"Yeah," Rogue smiled. Marie, she corrected herself. "You knew I
wanted to do it. I had to."

	"Yeah, but..."

	"I told you about this already, Bobby. That counselor I talked
to before I went into the treatment room."

	"Right," said Bobby. "You told me she told you it wasn't
reversible, and that really got you thinking your power was part
of your identity. You didn't want to give it up. That's why you
came back." He frowned. "But I thought you kept it." He started
to pull his hand from Rogue's, then grimaced, liking the touch.

	"I let you think that, Bobby," Marie told him. "But now it's
time for me to stop lying." She took a breath, then resumed her
speech, trying to recall what she'd rehearsed. "The counselor
told me other things too- things I needed to remember. All my
friends are here. My life is here now, it has been for years. I
couldn't give it up. I can stil be a teacher here too, even now.
Anyone who's thinking about giving up their power, I can talk to
them about it. That's why I came back- I'm valued here."

	"But without your power..."

	"Bobby, please stop coming back to that. Don't you remember our
talk about how my power was the only thing wrong with me?"

	He paused, then nodded. "Right."

	"That's why I had to get rid of it. So I did. Then I came back.
Where else could I go? I didn't tell anyone at first, because I
wasn't sure how people would react, but then I decided I had to."
She waved her hand. "The people here are my friends. They
wouldn't just turn their back on me, right?"

	A hundred different thoughts ran through Bobby's mind. She could
have gone back to her family, he thought. No, wait, I tried that
and it didn't work. Damn it. He gulped, then voiced his next
thought. "Your power was what made you special. If you gave it
up..."

	Marie shook her head. "I'm still special, Bobby. I always will
be. You think mutants are the only special people in this world?"

	Bobby frowned. "I didn't mean. I..."

	"Look at it this way," Marie cut in. "You remember that favorite
show we had before they took it off the air? One girl was the
Slayer, one was a witch, another was a demon. One boy was a
werewolf, one was a super-soldier..."

	"And the other guy was normal!" Bobby gasped, realizing what she
was talking about. "You want to be our Xander."
	
	"Yes," Marie laughed. The explanation still sounded crazy to
her, maybe because it was so simple. It had made equal sense when
the counselor at the clinc had first put it across. "I want to be
Xander. The one normal person in a group of powerful beings. The
one who keeps them down-to-earth, reminds them of what they're
fighting for. The one who touches them all, even when they won't
let themselves be touched. I want to be the person here who's
like that." She ran her fingers across Bobby's hand again. "We
need that sort of person, don't you think?"

	"I..." Bobby stopped. He had thought the same thing many times
when the show was on, but the opportunity had never came up.
Now...

	"And I want you too, Bobby," Marie's voice intruded on his
thoughts. "You know that."

	Oh no. Were they going to have this conversation again? He ran a
hand through his hair. "Look, I told you, I've never put any
pressure on you. You're the one who's obsessed with sex because
you can't have it. You're the one who reads all the stories on
the Net. The one who looks through all those magazines Angelica
and Shiro have in their rooms. The one who masturbates more than
anyone else in the mansion. Don't go blaming all that on me
again, okay?"

	Marie glared at him, then dropped it, reminding herself he was
right. "Yes, Bobby," she admitted. "I'm the one whose mind is on
the one thing. And now I can have that one thing."

	He nodded, looking at her hand. "But we broke up. The last time
we had this conversation, we broke up. You let me go, told me I
could go to Kitty or whoever I pleased. Then the Professor died,
you left the mansion and went to that clinic. Then all that other
stuff happened, and now..."

	"I know," Marie said. "And you said things didn't work out as
you hoped with Kitty. You were just friends, you saw that after
your skating. You couldn't get close to her. You told me."

	Bobby stared at her. She didn't see what Kitty and I did after
skating, he remembered. I was so overjoyed she came back I tried
to blow it off. That, and forget what Kitty told me after we
finished. That we could be friends, only friends. She liked being
with a lot of people, but her heart belonged to only one man. And
I got there too late to be that man. I hated that, hated it even
more when I found Kitty and me were still friends regardless. Our
teamwork in the final battle with Magneto showed me that, and
calmed me down to the fact, but still... I want to get back with
Marie, he remembered. At least my relationship with her made
sense. Or does it now?

	"Come on, Bobby," Marie said. "You told me."

	"I didn't tell you everything."

	Marie stared at him agape. "What?" Quickly she recovered. "Wait.
Are you telling me Kitty _isn't_ with Peter?"

	"She is," Bobby snapped, then frowned. "But, um, well... she's
not..."

	"Why don't you let me explain it, Bobby?" a soft voice
interrupted. Marie and Bobby both turned to see their fellow
young X-Man Kitty Pryde standing beside the bed, arms crossed. An
pleased look was on her calm features, framed nicely by long
brown hair. I didn't hear her come in, Marie thought, then
remembered Kitty didn't need to use doors to enter rooms. Not
only that, she was frequently in the background- so quiet people
barely noticed her. But now she'd revealed herself, and perhaps
she was again about to say something very profound.

	"Yeah, Kitty," Bobby waved at her. "You explain it." He looked
at Kitty, then at Marie, then at the wall. Marie glanced at Kitty
expectantly.

	"You've read Internet erotic stories," Kitty said. Marie nodded,
wondering how much of their conversation Kitty had just heard.
"You know all about sex, even though you couldn't have it till
now?" Again Marie nodded. "So you know what a swinger is, right?"

	Marie gasped. "You're a..."

	Kitty chuckled. "Of course! You know about my power and how it
makes so many things easy for me? One of them is being a voyeur.
I've walked into every room in this mansion, and before that I
walked into every home in my neighborhood. I've seen all the
secret things people don't want me to see, all the fun things.
Since I came here I've been sorting out what I like from what I
don't. Shiro and Angelica have been helping me. Of course,
well..." She frowned. "You know what kind of people they are,
right?"

	Marie paused. She didn't know Shiro and Angelica that well, only
knew that they were both relatively new students at the mansion
who shared fire-based powers and a somewhat weird obsession with
pornography. Now, Marie, she reminded herself again, you like it
too. How many times have you enjoyed looking at their magazines?

	"I owe you some thanks," Kitty said at her nod. "I needed
something badly that day the Professor died. Thanks to you, the
Iceman cometh." She grinned.

	Marie gave Bobby a confused look. "Iceman?"

	"It's a really dumb name Kitty came up with for me," he
explained. "She talked to Dr. McCoy a lot before he went away,
and he told her about all these plays. I don't really like the
name, but..."

	"It's appropriate, Bobby," Kitty cut in. She pointed a finger at
Marie. "Rogue is appropriate for you too. A Rogue by any other
name..."

	"Don't say it," Rogue stopped her. She kept her smile on,
though. She knew the line, and it fit. Good, she thought. That
settles one problem I've had with all this. "So you're with Shiro
and Angelica and Peter?"

	Kitty nodded. "Peter told me you played videogames with him on
his new bigscreen before you left, while Bobby and I skated. You
didn't notice that something was bothering him?"

	Rogue's hand went to her head. I got that thought for an
instant, she realized. But then I discarded it, too caught up in
my own issues. We didn't talk much about anything, just played.
Why didn't I guess this before now? "So he..."

	"Yeah," Kitty said. "He doesn't fully approve. But he will
eventually. I'm working on it. When you got back, I decided I was
going to work on you and Bobby too. We all know you need this. I
thought I'd have to wait until Jimmy was old enough to help
before I could do anything, but now..."

	Bobby's mouth fell open. "Kitty, Jimmy's just a...!"

	"Yeah, I know," Kitty grumbled. "That was the problem. But now I
guess we don't need him, right?" She pointed at their still
joined hands.

	Rogue looked at her hand and frowned, withdrawing it from
Bobby's. "I... Wait, what do you mean 'we'?"

	"What do you think I mean?" Kitty asked, stepping closer and
sitting next to the other two young X-Men on Rogue's bed. "Don't
try and lie to me, okay? Shiro and Angelica told me how you've
looked at their magazines. I've seen the way you look at me too."

	Rogue gaped. "I was jealous!" she insisted. "That was it!"

	Kitty shook her head, then placed her hand on top of Rogue's.
"Really? I don't think so. Neither do Peter, Shiro, or Angelica.
Or your boyfriend here."

	Rogue looked at Bobby. "You..."

	He nodded. "It was her idea. I was shocked by it too, but..."

	Rogue turned away from him, looking at Kitty's hand. It felt
nice, she realized. Soft, different from Bobby. I did know about
this, I've read about it in a lot of the stories I've liked. I
didn't think it was real, though. And I never expected Kitty to
be...

	"Yes," Kitty said, smiling as Rogue looked back at her. "If you
want it, you can have it. You can have him too. All you have to
do is let us in."

	Let them in, Rogue thought. That was my biggest problem. It
always has been. Yes, I can touch people now, but the emotional
walls are still up. And they aren't going to fall as easy. For
them there is no Leech, no cure. They can easily be
insurmontable. You can also be confused as to what the walls are.
I realize that now, because of what Kitty told me. I was
attracted to her, and I mistook it for jealousy. That's the real
reason I didn't want her with Bobby. I wanted her too. So much I
didn't let myself consider...

	She looked at each of her friends, evaluating them. Bobby was
good-looking, she decided, and Kitty too. They were both fun
people. She could accept that now, since the main barrier between
them was gone. The other barriers were surprisingly easier to
conquer once she thought about it. But did she really want them
both? Could it happen? Should it?

	Oh, why not? Rogue shrugged. Kitty seems okay with it. And
Bobby, well, he'll go along. I've always been the leader in our
relationship. He does whatever I tell him. She gave him a look to
indicate that this time should be no different.

	Bobby frowned, then nodded, looking happy but surprised by how
things had progressed. "Okay, Rogue," he said. "Are you sure
about this?"

	Rogue's eyes flicked for an instant to Kitty's patient smile,
then back to Bobby. "If you two are sure, then I'm fine." She
wanted this, she told herself again. Ever since she had been able
to touch people, it had been like a dream come true. This would
be too, Rogue knew, recalling how she had played doctor with both
girls and boys as a child, before her power manifested. The games
had never gone that far, something had always held her back. Then
had come puberty, and Cody, and then... She stopped, remembering
all too well what had come next.

	I can have what I've wanted now, Rogue silently laughed. Not
from Cody, but that doesn't matter. I don't think I really wanted
him anyway. He probably doesn't remember me, or if he does, it
isn't in a good way. Bobby and Kitty, though, they're my friends
now. They'll always be my friends. They remember who I was, and
know who I am. And I like them. I want them. Okay!

	Smiling, she took her hand from Kitty's and turned to the
bedside table. Time for stage two of the plan. "This will be my
first time," she said. "Bobby, you'll have to be careful. I've
got something right here that..."

	"Condoms?" Kitty asked.

	Rogue nodded, confused by her and Bobby's strange looks. "You
might not think we need them," she told Kitty, "but..."

	"It's a good idea," Kitty said. "You don't always know when your
partner is going to come. I can phase so it goes through me, but
if I can't predict..." She stopped, looking at Bobby. "But you
can use your power again, right? The way you did when we did it?"

	Rogue turned to Bobby. "What is she talking about?"

	"You'll see," he said, taking her hand. "It was another of
Kitty's ideas. I thought it crazy at first, but then it worked,
and..." He laughed. "Sex is better without condoms anyway. Trust
me."

	"Okay," Rogue shrugged, withdrawing her fingers from his grip.
They both knew more about this than she did, she reminded
herself. She had read so much about it, planned so much for it,
but had never done it. Not until now.

	She reached for her shirt and pulled it over her head, then
tossed it aside. Bobby and Kitty both smiled, enjoying the sight
of her pink lace bra. Rogue unsnapped the bra's clasp and removed
it also, causing them to smile again. They shouldn't be, Rogue
thought. My breasts aren't that big. They are larger than
Kitty's, though, so maybe...

	Her thoughts were discarded as Kitty started pulling down the
zipper on her black jumpsuit. Pale skin was revealed beneath, the
edge of a dark brown nipple, then a thin curl of brown hair at
the bottom. Kitty pushed the zipper all the way down, then
slipped the jumpsuit off. "What do you think?" she asked, putting
a hand on her hip.

	Rogue looked over her slim body, noting its differences from her
own. Kitty was smaller than her, and not just in the chest area.
She was shorter, but her legs were longer. She was also more
toned, built up from all the fighting training she did. The
training Rogue had never really seen the point of before, due to
her power, which she would have to learn now. Moving her eyes on,
Rogue noted other more subtle differences. Kitty didn't shave her
special area. And her nipples were dark, not pink. Her face also
had less of a flush than Rogue knew hers did right now. Turning
away, she looked at Bobby.

	The young man paused for an instant, still staring at Rogue and
Kitty. Come on, Rogue thought. You've seen her naked before. And
me too. We were able to masturbate in front of each other, and we
did. Every time, you were like this. What is it with guys?
They're always supposed to initiate things, and yet whenever...

	She stopped as Bobby finally stood up and began unbuttoning his
shirt. She ran her eyes over the familiar sight of his bare
chest, smiling once more at the expanse of pale hardened muscle.
Bobby took off his shirt, then his shoes, and after that his
jeans. He slipped his boxers off next. Rogue grinned at the sight
revealed. She had seen it before, but now she could have it. It
had been in her dreams so often, so long she'd been aching for
it. Judging by the look on her face, Kitty too was pleased with
the sight.

	Bobby looked at each of them, nodding. Then he sat back on the
bed. "You are sure," he told Rogue. "This is what you want?"

	"Yes," Rogue told him. She frowned, looking at Kitty. "Is this
the first time you..."

	"No," Kitty shook her head. "We did one with Angelica. It didn't
go well."

	"Yeah," Bobby agreed when Rogue looked back at him. "Fire and
ice don't exactly mix. She's not the fire-powered mutant I've had
the most trouble with, but..."

	"Let's just do it, okay?" Rogue broke in, a smirk on her lips.
She held up her hand. "Enough emotional barriers. They're always
a problem for me."

	"Me too," said Kitty. "Physical ones I can walk through, but..."
She laughed and sat down beside Rogue, taking her hand again.
"You'll like this. Trust me. It may hurt the first time- you know
that, right?"

	She nodded. "I'm not afraid."

	"Good," said Bobby. He touched her other hand, still getting
used to the feel of her. Then he moved his fingers up her arm,
across her neck, and then to her cheek. Rogue sighed. Ever since
she was cured, she had felt unusually sensitive. This was normal,
the counselor had told her. Yeah, Rogue chuckled to herself. And
it's also very nice. She sighed again as Bobby leaned in and
kissed her lips.

	He only touched them briefly, pulling back, shocked at the
feeling. He's still getting over the fact that he can touch me,
Rogue guessed. Taking the initiave, she reached up and put her
arms around him, pulled him back close. She kissed Bobby, her
heart quivering in fear as she did so and then calming down. She
smiled at him, then turned to Kitty. Guessing what she wanted,
the brunette leaned in and pressed her lips to Rogue's. She
gasped, noticing the difference. One hard, the other soft. Both
were warm, though, even Bobby. She had expected him to be cold to
the touch, but he wasn't. That was good, she decided. Very good.

	Kitty grinned at her as she broke the kiss, then moved in again.
She was bolder now, more insistent. Her lips touched Rogue's, and
this time they parted, then her tongue came through. Rogue
shuddered at the intrusion. Then she recalled all the times she'd
read about this, wanted to do it. Now she had her chance. She
extended her own tongue and licked the other girl's.

	"Wow," Bobby said. Kitty took her lips from Rogue's, then turned
and smiled as she gave him a similar kiss. Bobby grabbed her and
pulled her to him, rubbing the muscles of her back. Rogue glared
at them, part of her still not liking that they were together.
Then she sighed and moved in, determined to remind them they
weren't the only ones here. Her arms moved between their bodies,
pushed them apart. She kissed Kitty again, then Bobby. Both times
she let her tongue lash out and join with theirs.

	"You're getting into this," Kitty said, chuckling.

	"Yeah," Rogue said. Then she moved her hands up, putting one on
each of their chests. "And you haven't seen anything yet."

	Smiling, she started moving her fingers over each of them. Her
right hand was on Bobby, her left hand on Kitty. Rogue gasped as
she felt them- again they were different and yet the same. Both
warm, both new, and so... I am glad I did this, she chuckled to
herself as she felt their chests. She took one of their nipples
between each of her fingers, rubbing at it. This made her feel
good too, and from their expressions she could see she was not
alone in this emotion.

	Kitty grinned and moved her hands onto Rogue, touching the other
girl's breasts. Her fingers seemed to almost push through Rogue's
skin at first, then pulled out. Rogue smiled, guessing Kitty was
surprised by this on some level. Like Rogue, she'd been wanting
it to happen but disbelieving the possibility. Rogue hoped that,
like her, Kitty was enjoying things now.

	She gasped, feeling the other girl's fingers on her aureola.
Kitty made wide strokes, as if she knew Rogue wanted to feel
everything she could. Rogue moaned, sensing a stirring in her
loins. Then Bobby's fingers moved in, joining Kitty's. They
roamed along the valley between Rogue's breasts, then farther
down. Over her belly, then around her waist, then pushing under
the hem of her sweatpants. Rogue let out a cry of shock as she
felt them touch her cunt. Bobby frowned at her, and she shook her
head, dropped her hand to Bobby's wrist. She gripped him tightly,
keeping his hand on her skin. The feel of it was so different, so
much better than her own hand. Bobby grinned at her in relief,
then started moving his fingers back and forth against her. Rogue
smiled anew at each spot they hit.

	Taking her hand from the no longer hesitant Bobby's wrist, she
moved it to his thigh and squeezed the muscle there. She had done
this before with gloves, but bare skin was nicer. She could touch
him more directly, feel the sweat on him and the emotion beneath.
No longer did she have to imagine. She also felt Kitty's hands on
her breasts, the brunette's skin against hers. That was nice too.
Grinning at the sensations, she ran her fingers over Kitty's
stomach and Bobby's leg. Kitty smiled and moved in closer to her,
rubbing Rogue's nipples and then leaning in to kiss each one.
Rogue gasped at this sudden odd touch. She had thought about it
so often, but now, having it, she... Suddenly she cried out,
coming on impulse as Kitty sucked on her left nipple at almost
the same instant Bobby's fingers brushed her clit.

	They both withdrew their hands and stared at her, surprised
again. Rogue bit her lip, willing herself back to peace. Looking
at them, she smiled. "This is all so new."

	"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" laughed Kitty. She took Rogue's fingers
in hers. "Here, let's go farther." She placed the other girl's
hand back on her nipple. "Touch it." Rogue did so, smiling at the
feel and the reaction it produced in Kitty. She pinched and
pulled at the nipple, reveling in its differences from her own.
It was similar, though, she noted, and that was good too. Then
Kitty's hand again closed around hers, moving it on.

	"Touch me," she urged Rogue, pressing the other girl's hand to
her belly. Rogue cupped it in her hand, liking the warmth she
felt there. Kitty let her hand linger for an instant, then
clenched her wrist hard, pushing it farther down. Rogue gasped as
she felt a greater heat, a softer warmth. Kitty was remarkably
solid, and wet too. Rogue let her fingers roam, watching Kitty's
body as she did so, quickly picking up on the most pleasurable
spots.

	She felt her other hand taken suddenly, placed on another organ
of pleasure. "Touch it," Bobby said. "Come on, go ahead."

	Rogue looked at him and frowned, then grinned, deciding she
liked the feel of his cock. She closed her fingers around it and
stroked it, gripping it hard and moving back and forth. She moved
her fingers on Kitty's cunt also, pressing their tips hard into
its upper surface and then from side to side. Kitty moaned and
put her hands on Rogue's hips, grabbed the edges of her
sweatpants and pulled down them and her panties. Rogue opened her
mouth to say something. Before she could, Kitty was leaning close
and interrupting her with a kiss. Rogue opened her mouth to admit
the other girl's tongue and also her breath, smiling at the feel
of both. She also felt her sweatpants moving down, and Kitty's
fingers on her legs, touching her inner thighs. "Yes," she told
the other girl with her eyes, moving her fingers faster on both
Kitty and Bobby's sex organs. She could feel their bodies growing
tighter as she stroked them. Their skin was getting redder too.

	They both moved in closer to her, their hands on Rogue's legs.
Rogue smiled, feeling them touching her. They were both so
hesistant, but quickly growing bolder, happy in the knowledge
that they could safely do this. She urged them on with her hands
and facial expressions, feeling them both get as excited as she
was. They were shaking, then moving against her, moaning and
breathing hard against her. Rogue kissed each of them, pressing
her fingers into their organs. Their hands rubbed her sides, her
waist, her breasts, then the space between her thighs. They all
grinned at each other and then breathed harder, their movement
speeding up too.

	Rogue looked at Bobby, then turned towards him. "Do it," she
said, grabbing his cock. "Don't be afraid. Take me."

	Bobby nodded, and she withdrew her hand. His own hands came up
and gripped her shoulders. In one smooth motion he pushed
forward, his cock entering Rogue's snatch. Rogue gasped at the
sensation. Again it was new, and different. There was pain at
first, as she'd expected, but not a lot of pain. Maybe all the
fighting she'd done as an X-Man had stretched her somehow, Rogue
had often thought that it might. Then such reflections were
chased away by the pleasure of having Bobby inside her. She felt
full all of a sudden, and stretched wonderfully. Kitty moved
aside as Bobby pushed Rogue down onto the bed, her hands still
darting in to touch Rogue, increase her feelings of passion.
Rogue pulled her fingers out of the other girl as Kitty moved
away, wanting to keep them in her but distracted now. Her hands
came up and gripped Bobby's arms, aiding him as he moved in and
out of her pussy.

	"You like it?" Bobby asked. She nodded and kissed him. Smiling,
he pushed deeper. Rogue gasped, feeling another barrier break
apart. Before now, only her own fingers had touched her there,
and now... She felt the ache in her loins increase, and the
moisture too. The latter aided Bobby, and so did Kitty's hands,
touching Rogue and causing her to come farther open. Then came
more aid from a current of cold air Rogue felt forming around
Bobby. His power, she realized. Nice.

	"Don't let it get too much," Kitty told the boy, moving over and
sitting down above them. "Angelica and I always have to tell
Shiro..."

	"Hey," Bobby glared at her. "I have control, okay?" He moved
back and forth in Rogue as he spoke, letting her smile provide
emphasis.

	"He does, Kitty," Rogue said, pulling Bobby against her. "He
trains the hardest of us, and this is helping. His power..." She
gasped as she felt Bobby's cock touch her deepest nerve again,
then pull back.

	"Okay," Kitty said, looking at them. "I guess you're right." She
got on her knees and approached their heads. "Hey- can one of you
lick me?"

	Bobby nodded, then opened his mouth. Rogue put up her hand,
stopping him. "No," she said. "I'll do this." The act was another
thing she'd always wanted to do, and only thought and read about
until now. Now there was nothing in the way of it, and she wanted
to do it. So she would. "Let me," she told Kitty. The other girl
smiled, then moved in over Rogue's face.

	Rogue looked up at her, then opened her mouth to take in Kitty's
scent. Whoa, she thought. She liked it immediately. There was a
warmth to it, and an intriguing taste. Remembering what she'd
read, she thrust her tongue up, touched it against Kitty. She
licked the top of the other girl's cunt, then moved on to the
sides, then back up. Bobby continued moving back and forth in her
as she lapped at it. Rogue felt her cunt walls closing tight
around him, her thighs moving in involuntary contractions. Soon,
she knew, she would come again. But not quickly, she told
herself. Prolong this. It's so good. It can't stop. I don't want
it to stop, I...

	Her thoughts fled again as her tongue felt yet another odd
sensation. Not that odd, she thought. I taste myself all the
time, I know how female juice tastes. But this is sweeter, and
it's flowing harder. It's... Tossing aside reflection, she
reached up and grabbed Kitty's thighs, pulled the other girl's
cunt closer to her mouth, and kept licking.

	"Yes, Rogue!" Kitty smiled down at her. "Do it. There, right
there. Yes! Oh yes!!! Oh!! Ahh!!" Throwing her head back, she put
her hands on Rogue's and clenched the other girl's fingers hard
with hers, gritting her teeth in ecstasy. Kitty seemed to fade
for a second as Rogue stabbed her tongue deep into her, then
instantly popped back, solid once more. She was different now,
though, shaking and flowing more freely. Rogue increased the
speed and power of her licks, gripping the other girl's thighs
tightly as Bobby continued pushing into her and smiling at them.
Rogue didn't know which she liked better- the feel of his organ
inside her pussy or the feel of Kitty's core against her mouth.

	Shrugging and wondering why she even cared, she kept moving back
and forth against them. Her hands gripped Kitty, and her legs
grasped Bobby, maintaining her hold on each. Kitty's hands
pressed into hers, and then Bobby's came up, took hold of her
wrists. Rogue gasped, feeling afresh his touch on her. His blue
eyes shone as he rubbed her skin, alight with all the love she
had hoped for and more. She looked back at him and tried to
return it with her gaze, then turned and tried to pass the
emotion on to Kitty. It wasn't quite there, though- her thoughts
towards the other girl were different. Oh well, Rogue thought.
We're still friends, right? Yes, we are, and that's all that
matters. I don't need love to enjoy doing this.

	She gripped Kitty's thighs hard and licked more fervently, urged
on by the other girl's cries and Bobby's grunts as he pressed
into Rogue. Suddenly he clenched his jaw and nodded, then
erupted. Rogue felt an odd cold sensation in her loins, something
bursting out of Bobby's cock and impacting hard into her. Oh
shit, she remembered, no condom. Wait a second, I... She stopped
and smiled, noticing the temperature of his come. He's freezing
it, she realized. I guess that's killing the sperm. I'm glad he
can do that. He shouldn't always do it, of course, but... wait,
would that actually work? Somehow I doubt it. Oh well, I took
pills before deciding to do this anyway and I have more for
afterwards just in case. I should be fine. Laughing it off, she
licked harder at Kitty's pussy, showing the other girl how much
she appreciated the idea.

	Kitty let out another gasp, then spasmed against Rogue.
"AAAAAHHH!" she cried, her juices flooding into the other girl's
mouth. "YES!!!! AHHHH!!!"

	She's vocal in this act, Rogue thought. So quiet most of the
time, but now... She smiled, realizing there was something
familiar about the cries. Kitty's room was next to hers, and
Rogue had heard her cries often from the other side of the wall.
She hadn't thought much about them, as usual too caught up in her
own fears and traumas. But she was feeling them now, and
recognizing them for what they were.

	This is what I gave up my power for, Rogue thought. And I made
the right choice. I doubted it so much, until now, every moment
leading up to this. But in this moment, I am free. In this
moment, I don't care. Now I'm feeling what I wanted, in every
part of me, and I... I... She gasped, knowing what was suddenly
overcoming her. A powerful wave of feeling, everything she'd
wished for from this moment. It echoed through her, crashed down,
then reared up and crashed again.

	"Yes!" she cried softly, shaking and pressing her hands, tongue,
and other muscles deep into her two best friends. "Yes! I'm
burning! I'm coming!!!"

	Kitty and Bobby both smiled at her, rubbing their hands across
hers. Bobby was wilting inside her, Rogue noted as she calmed
down. He was moving slower now. Kitty was moving slower too- her
feelings were also receding. But we can bring them back, Rogue
thought. There's nothing between us now. Nothing except these new
glorious things. And we will continue them. We must. Not only
that, I want more. I want to feel Peter, and Shiro, and Angelica,
and Jubilee, and maybe others too. I... She smiled, glad she
would be getting the chance.

	Her lovers also smiled, even as they seperated themselves from
her. "I'm sorry about before," Bobby said, taking Rogue's hand.
"I... You're still special, Marie. You always will be."

	"Rogue," she corrected him, grinning. "Call me Rogue. After all,
I'm even more seperate from the rest of you now, right?"

	"Yeah," Kitty said, lying down beside her body. She pulled
Rogue's sweatpants the rest of the way off and tossed them aside.
"But we still like you." Chuckling, she pressed her body into
Rogue's, touching breasts against breasts and thighs against
thighs. Her hands took Rogue's and held them, and her lips again
touched the other girl's. Rogue opened her mouth and sucked
Kitty's tongue as it came inside. Kitty sucked back, Bobby
laughing as he watched them. Both girls reached out their hands
and took hold of his cock, their fingers clashing as they started
stroking it back to full hardness. They smiled and broke their
kiss, delighted in the ease of the task. "I'm next, okay?" Kitty
asked Rogue.

	"Sure," Rogue replied, smiling and kissing her again. Later
you'll have to introduce me to your other friends, she added
silently. They're my friends too now. I will make it so. I've
lost my power, but now I have confidence, and happiness. And I
must have more. Every day.

	Letting out a breath and again thanking herself for taking so
many difficult steps, she grabbed Bobby's cock in her hand and
pulled him towards them. Kitty moved off her and onto Bobby, 
phasing into him slightly as she kissed him. "No!" he gasped.
Kitty pulled out, then settled down on him, solid again and
grinning. Damn, Rogue thought, eyeing her pleased look and
Bobby's continuing shocked gasp. Are the others like this?

	Probably not, she thought. After all, we are each in our own way
unique, mutation or no mutation. And now that I can, I'm going to
find that out in the best way.

	She gave her friends a pleased look once more, then moved closer
and returned her hands to Kitty's breasts. I am content now,
Rogue thought, smiling at the other girl and Bobby. All my
problems- Magneto, my powers, the lines between us- are gone. And
this will only be the first of many times we enjoy ourselves like
this.

***

	Outside the estate, someone else was not feeling happy or
confident.

	"Charles," he whispered, shaking his head as he stared at the
gates. "Charles..."

	Charles, old friend, he thought. Why did you have to leave? Why
didn't I save you? Why did I ever turn against you? Why did it
have to take me so long to realize you were right about
everything? The world could have found room for me, for all of
us, if only I listened to you. We were friends once, but then so
much happened. So much, and now I know it was all my fault. The
solution to all our problems was staring at me right in the face,
and I ignored it, blinded by my own flawed vision. But now I have
seen the light. And I have seen what lurks behind the light as
well. I need you, my friend.

	He shivered, recalling his ordeal in the park. He had sat at a
chessboard trying to move the pieces with his power. His power
that was gone. He had tried to ignore the fact that this was so,
but in the end he had had to face it. He was nothing now, again.
No, worse, he was less than nothing. This time, he had no secret
weapon, no shadowy threat to turn against his tormentors. This
time he truly was alone.

	No, you're not, Erik Lensherr reminded himself. You are not
alone. There are still people you can inspire. That power of
yours had nothing to do with being a mutant. You can use it here,
if you can get them to forgive you. And you have to. You have no
other home. The world thinks you died in the final act of the war
you started. And even if they knew you were alive, would anyone
want to take you in after what you've done?

	"I hope they will," Erik whispered. Like Rogue, he had long put
aside his other name. He was now Erik Lensherr again, friend to
Charles Xavier. He prayed Xavier's other friends would realize
this, and remember the man he used to be before he made all his
mistakes. He knew they had never really known him as that man,
only as the monster, but still he had to try. He had to become
somebody again, whatever it took. To get back at least something
of what he'd always wanted- a family. He had had one, long ago,
and it had been taken away. Ever since then he had found many
substitutes, but none had ever satisfied him. So he had abandoned
them all, or led them to their dooms- all over some stupid dream
he could never have realized anyway. Only now, without his youth,
without his powers, were Erik's eyes open to that fact.

	He had to get it all back. Not everything, that was impossible.
But some things. Some things at least. It would be hard, but Erik
knew he could do it. He had to. The X-Men were his enemies, but
they would have to accept him. They would need a new visionary,
someone who had known their old one well enough to remember his
teachings and someone who was now humbled enough to let them keep
the control he should have given them in the first place. They
would also need him for what was coming.

	Erik shivered, remembering it. The second event that had
happened to him in the park, almost immediately after he finally
reached out and moved a pawn with his hand instead of his mind.
"How does it feel?" a voice had asked at that very moment. He had
turned to see the woman who had once been his most ardent
follower standing behind him.

	"Mystique," he had said, for a moment looking surprised, then
hopeful. Then she had shattered all his hopes.

	"No," she had smiled, changing from her human form back into her
more familiar blue one before his very eyes. "Famine. My name is
Famine now."

	Smiling, she had sat down across from him and told him of her
new master. A truly great visionary, she had said, one greater
even than the man she used to worship. A being who would never
forsake her as Magneto had. A being who knew humanity,
mutantkind, and evolution far better than Magento ever had- it
had observed them far longer. A being who had undertaken much
greater preparations to become the master of the world than
Magneto could ever have dreamt- it had had the time. A being who
was a mutant even stronger in power than the Phoenix, and worse,
it had complete control of everything it could do.

	The being had servants also- and soon it would have far more
servants. A leader among them would be the woman Erik had once
known as Mystique, who now called herself Famine.  Another
servant of the being, someone Famine had referred to as both
Pestilence and Sinister, had created something that many mutants
longed for now. A way to get their powers back. A cure for the
cure. Famine had offered it to Erik, and also offered him a high
place among her new master's followers, but he had turned her
down. He no longer wanted to become Death, the Destroyer of
Worlds.

	Besides, he knew even if he did, it would be an empty title. His
former acolyte's new master was someone far stronger than he,
someone he had long tried to emulate, someone who to him and most
mutants was only a legend- until now. Erik now knew the being was
not a legend, and he had to alert others to the being's
existence. First on the list was the only group of people Erik
knew who could possibly stop the being. They had stopped him,
after all.

	But could they stop this one? Erik wondered. Deep inside he
doubted it as he felt his insides shake at the mere thought of
the being's name.

	"Apocalypse."
***