Spare Change:  Mystique's Two Cents

Title: Spare Change: Mystique’s Two Cents
Author: Terri
E-mail: xgrrl26@yahoo.com
Rating: R, adult themes
Archive: Peep Hut, Dolphin Haven, Agony and Ecstasy –
anyone else, please ask ;)
Feedback: Please? With a tardy slip on top? Good,
bad, and ugly welcome…..
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Rats.
Summary: Installment # 12 of Same Coin, Different
Sides. Mystique. Bobby. Conversation. And
something more…….
Comments: Sorry for the tardiness in making with the
next three installments of this series – RL, as it has
been wont to do lately, has kept me pretty busy. But
there’s been a little actual free time this past week,
and my travel schedule doesn’t get going again until
Friday, so I have high hopes for more fic and fewer
delays ;)

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Well, well, well. If it isn’t my old friend Bobby,
all nicely tied up and restrained for my pleasure.
Logan wasn’t kidding when he said he’d left me a nice
little present in here. All that’s missing is the
bow. And I know just what I’d like to hang it
on………“Hello.”
 
“You.” Ah, I see he’s a tad upset about my
impersonation of his little girlfriend – correction:
Logan’s little girlfriend now, I suppose. Well,
that’s the way it always does tend to go, and I
accepted a long time ago that most people find
illusion preferable to reality. Illusion is my
specialty, after all, my ‘power’ as Magneto would say.
  And it is a power, not a ‘gift’ like some of Xavier’s
people so quaintly call it. Illusion has the power to
make people love, make them hate, make them hard, make
them horny, make them do all manner of things. I
suppose that’s a lesson that our dear Bobby is
learning right about now.
 
“Yes, it’s me.” The true me, the real me, without
even clothing to hide my form. The blue me, the scaly
me, the red-haired and yellow-eyed me. Not quite your
prissy little girlfriend and certainly nothing you’d
be interested in anymore. “How are you faring, my
darling?”
 
“Let me go.”
 
“Ah, but I can’t do that. You see, I’m not done with
you yet.”
 
“What do you want with me?” Trying to be brave – how
predictable. And how boring. Begging for mercy would
be so much more interesting. Especially if I’d have
some time to go get my whips and chains………
 
“Why, lover, I was hoping that you and I might have
another go. You were so……*passionate* last time.”
 
“Last time I thought you were Rogue.” Hmm…..some real
hurt in his eyes there. Don’t tell me he actually put
some credence in all those puppy love feelings he had
for the girl. Silly boy.
 
“Well, I wasn’t Rogue.” And I suppose if he did have
feelings for the girl, there’s no chance of a romp
now, even if I were to change back to –
 
“Why did you do it? I mean, I know why you did it –
to make us all think Rogue left. But why……”
 
You know, I didn’t notice before that his eyes were
blue. A very nice shade of blue, at that. Blue has
always been my favorite color, for obvious reasons,
and I usually do tend to notice anything blue right
off. I wonder how I missed his eyes. “Why what?”
 
“Why were you………with me all those times?”
 
“Because you’re a good lay, Bobby.” Oh, don’t look so
surprised. You may be inexperienced, lover, but
surely even you can tell I wasn’t faking it. You
don’t seem quite that obtuse.
 
“So you – you just wanted sex out of me?”
 
“Mmm-hmm.” And what’s this – a little spark of
interest? You can’t hide much in those pants, lover,
and I could swear I see –
 
“What, you wanted to do it with a virgin or something?
  You got some big, twisted thrill out of
de-um……de-virginizing an X-Man? Hey – what – what are
you staring at?”
 
“Your penis.” And now it’s staring back at me, I’m
sure of it. But did he say something about being a
virgin? Oh dear – I thought he’d – well, I knew it
was in the single digits, but I didn’t think it was
his *first* time. Heh. What do you know? I’ve had a
virgin. He deserves a little something for that, for
giving me my own ‘first,’ as it were. “I didn’t
realize you’d never been with a woman before. Really,
one would never have known.”
 
“Really?” You know, if I had a heart, it might
actually be touched by that half-confused, half-proud
look. “I, um, I didn’t really know what I was……….Um,
I mean – hey, let me go.”
 
“Oh, there’s no chance of that now.”
 
“The X-men will be here any minute. They’ll come to
rescue me.”
 
“Certain parts of you don’t look very much like they
want to be rescued right at the moment, lover.” And a
little stroke and squeeze to one particular part
should help things along. I can’t say I’m not
surprised at seeing his desire – I am in my natural
form, after all, and there’s the whole matter of his
puppy love heartbreak, something I played a major role
in effecting – but on the other hand, he *is* a
teenager. “And besides, Bobby, if you’re good – very,
*very* good – I’ll let you go.”
 
“Wh-what?”
 
“I’ll let you go.” Magneto won’t like it, but he
won’t exactly be upset – it is his grand plan, after
all, to feed them information discrediting Xavier and
to break apart the X-Men from within. He’s debriefing
the weather witch right now, as a matter of fact. I
might be letting this one go ahead of schedule and
with slightly less information than Erik planned, but
he’ll get over it. And in the mean time, I’ll get
off.
 
“You’ll let me go?”
 
“Yes. Something wrong with your hearing, lover?”
Because the rest of you is functioning splendidly as
far as I can tell.
 
“N-No. But – I can’t – I can’t have sex with you just
so you’ll let me go.”
 
“I certainly think you can.” A nice, firm, stroke
should get the point across. “Come on, lover. Do it
for the team.”
 
“But I – ”
 
“You, darling, have a chance to escape. Take it.”
 
“I, um – it’s – it’s just wrong. It would be using
you. I can’t.” Dear God, he actually means that. He
really does. That’s – that’s almost touching. And
it’s also damn funny. “Just let me go, OK? I won’t
say anything.”
 
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.” I have to get
something out of the deal. That’s rule number one,
lover, and I’m not about to deviate from it now. Even
if you are amusing me quite a bit at the moment.
 
“I don’t want to…….” Even he can’t really believe
that given his bodily reaction. “I mean, I shouldn’t
– ”
 
“Bobby, just relax.” Everything will be better that
way, and if you stop talking there’s much less chance
I’ll do something stupid. Like listen to you and
therefore feel a twinge of regret. I mean, come on,
I’m not made of stone – all that earnestness can get
to anyone, even me. And it *is* kind of funny –
giggling just wouldn’t do at the moment either.
Besides, I’m about to make it up to him, he just has
to learn to let go and enjoy my particular form of
apology. “I’m going to take off these nasty,
confining pants, and – ” And hello – no underwear
beneath. Hmmm. Naughty, naughty, my dear little
Bobby. Maybe he does have some potential after all.
“ – and have a little fun together. You will remain
tied up, just in case you get any ideas, and I shall
enjoy myself. When I’m finished, I’ll let you go. Do
we have a deal?”
 
“No – I told you, I can’t – ”
 
“Oh, but Bobby, you can.” If my nimble hands can’t
make him see that, maybe my mouth can.
 
“Urrrgh……..” Yes, there we go. This – this will be
quite an interesting evening indeed. 


 
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