Disclaimer: None of it’s mine, except the plotline of course.

A/N: I was really ticked off when I started this next chapter so um....I apologize now for taking out my personal rage on the characters. You can all blame a stupid college teacher who doesn’t give a **** about my class. *growl*

WARNING: Sex and violence in this chapter! The rating was upped for a reason. If you can’t deal, don’t read! You have been warned!

The locker room shower was full of steam. Rogue preferred hot showers, the hotter the better. And her near invulnerable hide could easily take the temperatures. She wasn’t going to stay in long though. He was waiting for her. At least that’s what she thought.

He sort of materialized through the steam. She hadn’t seen this but more felt it, as he came up close behind her, dropping a soft, slow kiss on her shoulder. She sighed as his hands slid around her waist. His hands roamed over her water slicked skin, up to her breasts, teasing them, then down over her belly to her thighs.

She closed her eyes, laying her head back onto his shoulder. She moaned softly as his hands diverged, one returning to her breast, the other slipping between her legs. She parted her legs more for him, her hips moving against his skillful hand as he lovingly teased and tormented her body, while his wonderful mouth slowly ravaged her neck.

When she finally shuddered in climax, he held her up, waiting for it to pass enough for her to stand on her own. Then he took her hands and placed them on the wall in front of her, letting his hands slowly trail down her arms to her shoulders, and then down her sides to her hips. The hot water rained down her back as he pulled her hips back ever so slightly and pushed inside her with a groan of a man long denied.

He moved inside her long and slow, drawing the pleasure out for them both. God it felt so good to have him in her like this. It was like she’d been drowning and finally given that gulp of air she’d long craved. His hands moved over her body, touching her, arousing her. And when she peaked again she moaned out his name.

“Remy....”

The body behind her stilled, then abruptly withdrew from her. Hands grasped her hips and spun her around, shoving her back against the wall.

The face she saw was not Remy’s. It was Apollo, his glorious body naked, and fury burning in his molten sliver eyes. He pinned her shoulders to the wall violently, bringing his face close to hers.

“That whelp will never touch you,” his voices was low, soft. And for some reason that made Rogue more afraid than if he’d bellowed at her. “You belong to me.”

“Ah don’ belong to anyone,” her anger came to her rescue now. She was a fighter, and he wouldn’t intimidate her. “Least of all you.”

“So you think.” He drew her arms over her head in a move so fast she didn’t think it were possible, and out of the wall came metal straps that fastened around her wrists. She struggled against them, but for all her strength she couldn’t seem to break free. “You belong to me Rogue. No one else will ever have you.”

He crushed his mouth down on hers, forcing her teeth apart so he could push his tongue into her mouth. There was no tenderness in his kiss, only violence and anger. His hands grabbed her legs and lifted them up. She tried to struggle, to kick, but he seemed so much stronger. He held her like she was nothing.

When he shoved himself inside her she screamed.

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Remy loved these parties. Women and men of wealth dancing around, exchanging witless and overdone banter, their clothes and pockets just teeming with excess. All of which they could be and would be parted from, without so much as a scratch on their bank accounts.

He was doing well, but it really wasn’t hard to rob these people blind, especially the women. Oh the women just flocked around him, drawn by his looks, his smile, that air of mystery and danger that he just seemed to radiate. Women loved to flirt with danger, and danger loved to flirt back. However, the women rarely expected to let it go too far, while danger dragged them along without them ever realizing it.

He was moving through the crush of people when he saw her. A gorgeous beauty with hair the color of midnight, all piled up on her head in a sophisticated fashion, and clad in a red dress that exposed a good deal of tantalizing flesh, and clung to the parts it didn’t. He wanted to fall to his knees where he was and offer praises to her....or lay her down and worship her in a totally different fashion.

She made eye contact with him, deep rich green meeting sexy red on black, and held it for a moment. Then she turned motioning for him to follow. And he did. She went into a quiet salon, and stood looking out the far window. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him softly. All was silent for a moment, it seemed he couldn’t even hear the drone of voices or the lilt of the music outside. Then she turned toward him.

“She needs you,” she said firmly.

“Who?”

“Wake up now, LeBeau.” She was moving across the space toward him, fast, but it didn’t seem like her feet were moving at all. “Before it’s too late.”

“Rogue.” His eyes snapped open. He shoved the covers off of him and lept from his bed. He flung open his door and raced down the hall. His heart was pounding and in his mind he was screaming. Rogue! Jus’ hang on!

He could hear her screams before he even made it to her door. He tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. He began ramming it with his shoulder. Where the hell was everyone? Didn’t they hear her screaming in there? And the damn door just wouldn’t give!

With a growl of anger and fear and placed his hand on the door knob and charged it up with explosive energy and jumped back as half of the door blew to splinters. Instantly he was raced inside through the hole he’d made.

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“Stop! Please stop!” She was screaming, begging. Kicking and struggling and he just didn’t hear her. Or he did and he just didn’t care that he was hurting her. His hands were rough on her body, feeling as if he were trying to bruise her. The water beating down on them had gone cold as ice, freezing her but not bringing any longed for numbness. It just intensified her senses if anything else.

He just kept thrusting and thrusting, harder and harder, growling in her ear, telling her over and over that she belonged to him. It hurt so much. She was ready to do anything, say anything he wanted, if only he would stop!

She opened her mouth to say so, to give in, submit, but suddenly she heard something. It sounded so far away, but she was sure it was an explosion. And then...

Rogue!

Apollo’s head jerked up. He’d heard it too then. She wasn’t just imagining it. Remy had called to her.

Rogue! Wake up!

“No! No damn you!” Apollo raged, his voice shaking the walls.

Rogue, I’m here, chere. Wake up!*

She felt the shackles release, and as she vanished she heard Apollo’s outraged howl.

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