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 ;) -------------------------------------------------------------------- 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.