For Want of a Rogue

Reincarnation.

A common religious belief.

It wasn't mine... until it actually happened. I got run over, not by a truck, but by a sedan driven by a woman who was entirely too preoccupied with her cellphone. I lived long enough to tell the paramedics to donate my body parts, whatever could be salvaged, and then I died.

And then I was reborn. To a middle class family in some nothingtown I'd never heard of. They were... almost painfully boring people. But at least they were there, which was a step up, and they provided for me, which was a hell of a step up.

Now, lucky me, I didn't actually get reborn being the person I was the first time around. I am not me. It's hard to explain, but, there's a clear degree of separation between who I am and who I was, and I've only started recovering the memories of my past life, which is still me just, different, the last few years.

I suppose the trauma of a violent death kept it firmly locked.

What brought it back, you might be wondering?

Another death experience. A very near one, this time, but not lethal, and that was important. So what happened? Well, I should start by the start.

I'll skip my early years, suffice to say, my name is Cody, Cody Robbins. I guess you could say I'm traditionally handsome, I have very light brown, almost blond hair, a gifted musculature from the work I've put in as the quarterback of the school's team, and I would dare say, I don't need to do any jaw exercises if you catch my drift.

Of course I wound up being a contrarian and, rather than dating the cheerleader I was expected to, I wound up picking up the school's resident weirdo, one Anna Marie Darkholme. Not gonna lie, her improbably cool name was the first thing that attracted to me. The second was her fantastic ass, and the third and fourth were her tits. Having a pretty face certainly didn't hurt, and being a good conversationalist was the best.

We didn't share all too many interests, but we got along. I could count on one hand the amount of fights we had over several months of dates, and despite our relatively small spectrum of shared interests, well, the ones we did share we did together and we did them often.

And then, while we were talking, Anna Marie planted a kiss on me unexpectedly and out of surprise, and immediately I felt my life flash before my eyes. Her name, her nickname, the white bangs that she swore weren't dyed, her incredibly good looks, even the slight accent...

Luckily, going through all my memories at once took only a brief few seconds, and so a kneejerk reaction came through and I put my hands on her shoulder and shoved my girlfriend off me, a little more harshly than I intended.

"Oh, oh god, I- I didn't-"

She panicked. She panicked a lot. I could scarcely remember these events, I'm not a super savvy comic books fan, but at that moment I gained all the memories of someone who had been a bit more into them than I was, and those memories told me what was going on.

"Calm down, breathe," I said, my voice weaker than I intended it to. Goddamn I felt like I could pass out at that very moment. "I've had my mind blown by some kisses but that was ridiculous," I said, chuckling weakly. "Damn girl," I added, trying to wag my eyebrows at her.

"Y-You, I, I almost," she put her hands to her face, touching her lips. "I-"

"Calm. Down." I said, my tone commanding and harsh. "Breathe. In. Out. In. Out."

Luckily Anna Marie was the kind of delinquent that was actually more of a rebellious kitty rather than a feral wildcat. The kind that preferred guidance and rebelled against authorities they saw as unworthy. She listened to me well, as I instructed her.

Unironically, I was guiding her through the same breath catching exercises that I used when I was at the gym, one of the interests we pointedly didn't share.

"Alright, it's okay, I'm fine, you're fine, we're both fine," I spoke, trying to maintain my tone even and clear. "So..."

She managed to catch her breath.

Luckily, we were out on a literal walk in the park, and had chosen a bench for a little break for food and drink, and nobody had seen what had happened.

"I... I think I'm a mutant," Anna Marie said.

For a moment, I stopped, resisting the urge to tell her, yeah, I noticed. I also got a full rundown on her powers because of my alternate reality memories. She wasn't just any mutant, she was Rogue, whose powers allowed her to absorb others' powers, life energy and memories.

And... our world was disgusted by mutants, discriminated against them, saw them as less, precisely because they were more.

...

Needless to say, thanks to my other self's memories invading my mind, I knew exactly just how unbelievably stupid that was. Anna Marie panicked, a lot, and kept wondering if the other shoe would drop... but of course, I wasn't about to let her keep living her life like that. Since we couldn't touch, I couldn't reassure her physically at first, but we adapted.

We found her powers' limits. Skin to skin contact was necessary. The more intimate the touch, the more powerful the drain was. If she concentrated, she could make it faster or slower. She had changed her fashion, though being a goth punk girl to begin with made it easier.

Her fashion sense adapted really quickly to wearing full body covering at all times. She also didn't really have that much of an issue with people not touching her, she wasn't super into it before her powers anyway.

However, as our relationship progressed, hastened by her increasing reliance on me as I was the safe haven who knew both that she was a mutant, and how her powers worked, we came upon a conundrum.

She wanted to have sex. A lot. She really, really wanted to have sex.

Anna Marie was focusing all her desire for human contact into a desire to have sex with me. We couldn't, of course, it was dangerous. Oh, there was no legal issue about that, we were both already over the age of majority. But it was dangerous, of course, because of the whole, you know, no contact thing.

At least, it was until my other world knowledge came in clutch.

I had to get a couple things ready, but, well... as it turns out, acquiring them wasn't hard at all. Go figure.

So what did I prepare for our first night together?

A couple bottles, some fun some strictly necessary, a spandex bodyglove for a man and one for a woman, energy drinks and some scented candles. Once I had that ready, I took advantage of the fact that my parents would be out for a long time, and brought Anna Marie to my home. Being both adults, we were trusted to be responsible together alone, namely, my parents simply didn't care and she wouldn't have accepted her mother's orders to stay home anyway.

We couldn't make out, though damn did we want to, but it simply wasn't possible. She could slow down the drain rate enough that we could have a short peck, lip to lip contact, and I would only feel wobbly for a moment.

But tongue to tongue would still knock me out in moments.

So when she arrived at my home, we only had a little peck and a hug. She was fully dressed, covered neck to toe, and she had let her hair grow out past her shoulders, the wavy, voluminous two-toned auburn and white mass of her hair always calling my attention.

She had thought of dying the white bangs over her forehead, but I insisted she was sexy just the way she was and she thankfully desisted.

"Hey there sexy," I said, wagging my eyebrows at her.

"Right back at you," she replied.

"Would you like dinner, a bath or-"

"I've been looking forward to this for so long," she said, her gloved hands on my chest as she pushed me into my suburban home, closing the door behind herself. "How about we skip the pleasantries and head up to your bedroom?"

I smirked, and shook my head. "You take the wind out of my sails sometimes, you know that?"

"Where we're going we won't need sails," she said, taking my arm by the wrist, pulling me along. Of course she already knew the layout of my house, she'd been there plenty. My parents didn't like her but they were tolerant at least. We went up to my room, she almost ran up the stairs, but I stopped her.

"Why don't you step into the bathroom first? I left you something that you might like there."

I pecked her lips again and then stepped towards my room, as she gave me a bit of a queer gaze before shrugging her shoulders and stepping into the upstairs bathroom.

I knew what she would be doing for the next few minutes, and meanwhile, I went into my room and found the bodyglove I prepared for myself, shedding my clothes and slipping it on. At first I thought I might've gotten a size too small, but it did stretch to fit me. I felt completely naked, especially since once it was stretched to capacity, it became a lot less opaque.

Anna Marie's absorption wasn't actually too strong, even a thin layer of clothing would stop it, unless she was really focused on making it go through, and even then latex gloves were enough to stop it.

So this would serve us well, despite the fact that it was no different to being naked, thin enough that I was fully exposed.

Finally, I lit the scented candles, and then sat on my bed to wait for my beau.

She took a few minutes, but she did join me. Her outfit was... one from my alternate set of memories. A green and yellow spandex suit. I didn't have the right jacket for her to wear with it, but... she looked fantastic in it nonetheless.

"I feel silly wearing this, couldn't you have gotten a black one?"

"Girl you look delicious," I said, licking my lips. "Look at me," I said, spreading my legs and patting my hands close to my crotch on my inner thighs, then grabbing at my bulge.

This was probably the thing I was most gifted by. I wasn't just big, I was fucking huge. Enough that I actually got made fun of at the showers back in our school days.

But that didn't matter anymore, that was behind both of us, and right now, the only thing that mattered was that seeing Rogue in extremely tight spandex was making me stand at attention.

I only had to do a little bit of work, adjusting my position, the spandex, well, expanded around me and was stretched around my shaft, clinging to it and revealing it to her. Super Hero grade stuff wouldn't do this, it wouldn't let my erection show at all, but this was fetish grade stuff.

I stroked myself through the thin layer of spandex, to make sure I was fully erect. I didn't measure it, but, I knew Rogue would need both hands for it.

She gasped as her eyes became as wide as saucers. "This is..."

One of the other things I had bought was an appropriate, flavored, edible lubricant that was also an aphrodisiac. I didn't question its existence, only thanked whatever horny genius had created it. I grabbed the bottle from behind me, and smeared the stuff all over the thinly covered cock, feeling it already start to take effect.

"Come here," I said, "I know you've been wanting to."

Anna Marie, the one who bore the name of Rogue for years after she ran away from her family home, gulped. She had... well, since kissing was one thing we couldn't really do all that much of, she had developed a bit of a mouth fetish. She loved putting my fingers, gloved of course, into her mouth, and she quite liked when I played with her tongue.

She swallowed, dropped on her knees in front of me, her gloriously sexy body put on full display by her incredibly sexy bodyglove. She arched her back to show off her curves, and especially her ass, she knew I loved it, and put her hands on my thighs, opening her mouth and swallowing me in.

At the same time I rested a gloved hand on top of her head, gripping her hair as I petted her scalp while she took me all the way in.

I've seen her play with lollipops, popsicles and bananas, she's given me plenty of service like that, showing me images to handle myself to, and it was the first time I got to experience all that practice. Her lips went down, sliding along my lubed up, barely covered cock.

A moan erupted from me as I experienced my first blowjob, my hands gripped the sheets and mattress with a white knuckle grip, and my sexy little Rogue was taking it as a cue to intensify her ministrations. She lashed my cock with her tongue like a popsicle, slurped and sucked, caring little for the fabric of the bodyglove but taking in the aphrodisiac lube that tasted like candy.

She began bobbing her head up and down, rapidly, one hand stroking the part of my shaft not in her mouth, her other hand playing with my balls.

I am not ashamed to admit it was the single fastest orgasm of my life. I didn't last even a minute. She was just too good. If I didn't know any better, I would think her a fellatio freak, a blowjob beast, a cocksucking champion... but no, she really was just that much of a mouth maniac.

Trying to think stupid stuff to last more didn't work, and I arched my back, thrusting into her throat as she relaxed it and let me go all the way in, her throat closing around my thrusting erection, as I came. The spandex was stretched so thin that my semen went right through it, that was what it was designed for after all, and it went down her gullet.

She drank it eagerly.

So much so that I wonder why I never came up with an idea to let her drink it earlier. I guess a part of me really wanted to wait to make it special.

She slurped, sucked and swallowed, until I was drained of everything but my vital energy.

I collapsed on bed, and for a moment I felt her panic, but as she started to rise up, I patted her head, and she calmed when she felt me still strong, hale and hearty.

"Goddang, that was unbelievable..." I moaned, shuddering. "We should've done this ages ago."

"I agree," Anna Marie said, smiling at me.

I sat up and then pushed her back a little to stand up, stepped around her and gestured towards the bed, bowing. "How about we proceed to the next step, then?"

"What, no offer to return the favor?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as she got up and turned to sit on the bed.

I chuckled, and pointed at her crotch, a giant wet stain of darker yellow around her pussy. "I don't think you need my help, sweet..."

"You're right," she said, "I want you inside me, more than anything," she moaned.

I smirked as I took position. Luckily, her bodyglove was the same as mine, stretched around her mound. I got in position, between her legs. It was time to pull in what I spent almost a fortune on before we started. A face mask... actual super hero grade stuff, which I had to get off the black market using shady connections that I only knew about due to my alternate universe self's memories.

I put it around my face and it molded to me. We could kiss through it, we still couldn't do some crazy wild making out, but... as I pushed into her pussy through her outfit, my lips met hers, and we kissed deeply as we became joined as one.

She presented plenty of resistance, being a virgin, stiff, narrow and wet as all hell, she was an unforgettable experience that my body will never forget, and our hearts connected as one as our bodies melded.

It would be the first time we'd make love, but certainly, not the last. And when the time came for her to be called to action as a mutant, whether it be for one side or the other, I would make damn sure I would stand right next to her and support her, as well as help her make the best choices she could, for herself, and for both of us.

I did, however, feel incredibly silly when Professor Xavier reminded me that he can read my mind so of course he trusted me when I spoke about my alternate universe past life.