Blink stepped off the Danger Room floor, breathing steady despite the sheen of sweat along her temple. Strands of violet hair clung to her cheek, and even though the arena was already resetting, the memory of sparking wreckage and crushed robots still lingered in everyone's mind.
"Holy crap, Clarice," Jubilee blurted, eyes wide. "Since when do you hit like Colossus?"
Kitty gave her a stunned once-over. "Or kick like a truck. That teleporting behind robots and attacking… was awesome."
Blink flushed faintly, brushing her damp hair back. "I… just fought the way it felt natural."
"Natural, huh?" Rogue drawled with a grin as she clapped her shoulder. "Sugar, that was a slaughter. You made it look like those bots owed you money."
That finally cracked the tension, drawing a few scattered laughs. Even Blink chuckled, though her gaze dropped, the faintest blush still tugging at her cheeks.
It didn't last long.
"Next."
Logan's gravel voice cut across the chamber. His claws slid out with a sharp snikt, the sound snapping every head toward him. His yellow gaze swept the room before locking on Rogue.
She blinked, turning half around. "…Me?"
"Yeah, you." Logan jerked his chin toward the arena. "Time to see if that new 'Control' of yours is more than talk."
The warmth drained from the air as attention shifted. Rogue straightened, smirk faltering as a flicker of hesitation crossed her face. Her bare fingers curled against her thigh.
She took a breath and spoke, her drawl steady but edged with something raw. "Because of this new skill — Control — I can decide what to absorb. Ability, memories, or life force. Before, it all came at once. Didn't have no choice, and every touch was a gamble. Dangerous as hell."
She lifted her hand, palm bare for all to see, her green eyes sweeping the room. "But now? I can separate it. If I just want an ability, I can take that. No more accidents. No more killin' by mistake. You won't be harmed as I won't absorb the life-force."
Silence followed. Students exchanged uneasy glances. Old instincts didn't fade overnight — Rogue's touch had been feared for too many years.
She gave a short, bitter laugh. "See? Still don't trust me. Can't say ah blame you."
The tension stretched thin — until Nova stepped forward.
"Then try it on me." His voice was calm, too calm, cutting through the unease like a knife.
A ripple went through the students. Jean's brows shot up, Kitty's mouth fell open, and Jubilee actually grabbed Nova's arm. "Are you insane?!"
Nova's gaze never wavered from Rogue. Ever since gaining a copy of her ability, he hadn't tested it himself. But with her new 'Control', he was certain nothing would go wrong.
With Occlumency shielding his mind, he could easily lock away any memory he didn't want her to see. Also his own 'Control' skill, Rouge would only get what he wants to give her. She will only get reality altering power of his, not the wish granting ability.
Besides, this was the perfect chance to score solid points with Rogue — points that might one day let him tangle her up in the sheets.
"One thing, though," he said evenly. "My ability works on the principle of knowledge. As long as I understand the underlying mechanism, I can use it. So if you touch me… you'll also take memories. My question is — will I lose them?"
Every eye swung back to Rogue.
She shook her head, slow but certain. "No. You won't lose nothin'. Ah'll only get a copy. When the time limit runs out, those memories fade from me. You'll still have everythin' you had before."
Her words carried weight — not just confidence, but certainty. The hum of Control in her veins told her this truth as surely as her own heartbeat.
Nova gave a single nod. "Then go ahead."
Nova stretched his hand toward her, calm and steady. Rogue looked at him for a moment before her lips curved into a sweet smile. It made Nova smile back — but their intentions couldn't have been more different.
Rogue smiled because she felt a rare sweetness at Nova's trust in her. Nova smiled because he knew this was one step closer to banging her.
The room was thick with silence, every student and teacher watching closely.
Rogue inhaled deeply, then pressed her bare palm to Nova's hand.
At once, a wave of raw vitality surged into her senses. Her eyes widened. This life force… it's massive. Almost equal to Logan's… maybe even stronger? How? She shook the thought away. Focus, girl. The task first.
She directed her power, carefully controlling the flow. Slowly, she began to draw from Nova — not his life, but his ability.
The absorption was steady, but sluggish. Nova felt it too. She's holding back. With a faint grin, he deliberately pushed, letting the connection deepen. The flow surged faster. Rogue glanced up at him, startled, but Nova only smiled back.
Rogue steadied her breath as the pull of power grew stronger. She could feel the imprint almost solidifying inside her — the echo of Nova's ability beginning to root itself into her veins.
As the process neared completion, her instincts shifted. Memories. To use this power, she needed context, understanding of how Nova wielded it. Slowly, cautiously, she pressed into that current, trying to draw on his experiences.
Nova's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, his calm mask unbroken. He felt her probing deeper, brushing against the edge of his mind. And with precise intent, he directed what she would find.
At first, the memories came clean and clear.
Rogue's breath hitched as the images sharpened — but it wasn't like watching through a window. It was as if she were inside them. Her hands, Nova's hands, moved with flawless precision. The power thrummed through her veins, the weight of knowledge directing every motion.
She gasped softly. It's like … I'm the one doing this personally.
Every strike, every surge, every application of that strange, boundless ability felt like her own actions. The line between Nova's experience and her own blurred until she couldn't tell where he ended and she began.
Then, without warning, something else slid into the stream.
Her breath caught.
The vision shifted — the crisp rhythm of training blurred, melting into something heated, carnal, suffocatingly intimate.
Nova sprawled across a bed, chest slick with sweat. Three women pressed close around him, their bodies flushed and gleaming under dim light.
The first — a brunette with long brown hair — arched against him as his mouth closed over her breasts. She gasped, writhing, while his hand slid lower, fingers curling between her thighs. Rogue felt it all — the tightness, the wet heat that spread against his hand — and then the pull of lips on her nipple, every jolt of sensation striking her own chest. Her knees weakened, phantom wetness slicking her fingers even though they were dry.
The second came into focus — a redhead, hair fiery and wild. She dropped to her knees, taking Nova deep into her throat. The wet heat swallowed him whole, her lips sliding down until her chin brushed his base. Rogue's eyes flew wide — she wasn't watching it, she was inside it. The sharp, unbearable pleasure burned through her nerves, foreign yet overwhelming. I'm a girl… why does this feel so— The memory jolted again — Nova groaning, release surging. Rogue shuddered as the redhead swallowed thickly, then pulled back with strings clinging to her lips. His cock, impossibly heavy and slick, brushed her tongue one last time before painting her face white. Rogue stumbled, cheeks flaming, pulse hammering in her throat.
The last came in a rush. A blonde, hair platinum-bright, straddled him. Her hips rolled with merciless rhythm, sweat dripping, moans tearing from her throat as she took him deeper. Rogue's chest heaved as her muscles clenched instinctively, phantom echoes of him buried inside her pulsing with every thrust. Heat coiled low in her belly, every sound of pleasure from the blonde mirrored by Nova's growls. The pressure built, higher, hotter, until it broke — Rogue's breath caught as she felt the moment of release, the blonde's body trembling as he spilled deep inside her.
The shock was too much.
Rogue tore herself free, gasping like she'd been burned, stumbling backward with her whole face blazing crimson. Her chest heaved, her hands trembling as if she could wipe the sensations from her skin.
Why… why did it feel like I was there? Like it was happening to me?
Jealousy clawed at her chest, sharp and ugly. Not at the women — but at Nova. He's really been with them? All of them? At once?
She shook her head violently, refusing the heat pooling inside her. No. No, I ain't jealous, especially not at Nova. I ain't like that. I'm straight… I'm straight…
She tore her hand away, breathing hard, her entire face flushed bright red, her control severing the link.
"Rogue?" Jean's voice broke the silence, concern cutting through the tension. Kitty leaned forward, eyes wide. "What happened?"
Rogue exhaled sharply, forcing her breath to steady. She didn't answer. Instead, she turned on her heel and marched toward the waiting robots, jaw set, cheeks still burning.
All attention shifted to Nova. He stood relaxed, rolling his shoulders, a faint sheen of sweat at his temple. Apart from that, he looked completely fine. Maybe just a little exhausted.
But none of them noticed faint smirk on his face.
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