Naruto and The X-Women (CH 1) (Patreon)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

All characters engaging in sexual or mature relationships are eighteen years or older.

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Chapter 1: Rogue

Xavier School [Danger Room]

The sound of adamantium colliding with high-density bone echoed through the Danger Room like a gunshot.

"Too slow, bub!"

Naruto Uzumaki didn’t bother dodging. He knew he didn't have to. He took the savage right hook from Wolverine directly to the jaw. The impact was enough to shatter concrete, and it sent Naruto spinning through the air, crashing into a simulated Sentinel boot with a metallic clang.

Most people would be unconscious. Or dead.

Naruto just groaned, rolling his neck with a sickening crack as his jaw realigned itself in a split second. The purple bruising on his cheek faded into healthy tan skin before he even stood up.

"You call that a punch, Logan?" Naruto grinned, wiping a streak of blood from his lip. His canines were slightly too sharp, his blue eyes slitted vertically like a predator’s. "My grandmother hits harder than that, and she’s been dead for twenty years."

Logan snorted, retracting his claws but keeping his fists raised. "Keep talkin', kid. Your healing factor is top-tier, but you fight like a brawler in a barroom."

"Works for me."

Naruto dropped into a crouch. He didn't have the discipline of Cyclops or the elegance of Storm. He was raw power. A mutation that stumped even Hank McCoy. Hyper-Vitality, they called it. A regenerative factor that rivaled Wolverine’s, coupled with a bio-kinetic energy output that made him a living reactor.

He didn't need technique when he was a walking natural disaster.

Naruto launched himself forward, the ground beneath his feet spider-webbing from the force. He moved as a blur of orange and black, his fist glowing with a volatile, crackling energy. He slammed it into Logan’s crossed arms, the kinetic discharge sending the veteran X-Man skidding back twenty feet, carving deep grooves into the metal floor.

"Computer, end session!" Scott Summers’ voice cut through the intercom, sounding annoyed. "Naruto, Logan. That was a stealth simulation. You two just destroyed the objective."

The holographic environment—a rainy New York back alley—fizzled out, replaced by the sterile silver grid of the Danger Room.

Logan straightened up, lighting a cigar he pulled from seemingly nowhere. "Kid's fault. He's got no stealth setting."

"Stealth is boring," Naruto stretched his arms above his head, his shirt riding up to reveal the hard, defined ridges of his abs. "If I knock everyone out, nobody can sound the alarm."

As the doors to the control room hissed open, Naruto caught a scent. It wasn't the ozone of the machinery or the acrid smoke of Logan’s cigar. It was sweeter. Vanilla, old books, and a distinct undercurrent of melancholy.

Rogue.

Naruto’s grin softened into something more predatory, yet playful. He grabbed a towel, draping it around his neck as he walked toward the exit, ignoring Scott’s lecture about tactical awareness.

He had a different target in mind.

The kitchen of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was usually a chaotic mess of teenagers, but at this hour, it was relatively quiet.

Rogue sat at the island counter, nursing a mug of coffee she didn’t really want. She wore her usual armor: a leather jacket over a full-body suit, gloves pulled tight up to her elbows. Every inch of skin covered. Every barrier in place.

She heard him before she saw him. Naruto was loud in everything he did, even walking.

"Mornin', Sunshine," Naruto’s voice rumbled as he breezed into the room. The air seemed to get warmer just because he was there.

Rogue didn't look up, staring into the black swirl of her coffee. "It's two in the afternoon, Naruto."

"Time is a construct," he chirped, opening the massive industrial fridge. He pulled out a jug of orange juice and chugged directly from the carton.

Rogue watched him out of the corner of her eye. She hated how easy it was for him. He was friendly. He touched everyone he encounters. He slapped Logan on the back, he ruffled Kitty’s hair, he high-fived Bobby. He lived in a world of physical connection that she was exiled from.

He slammed the fridge shut and leaned against the counter, directly across from her. He was shirtless, sweat still glistening on his chest from the sparring session. The three whisker-like birthmarks on his cheeks gave him a wild, untamed look that made something tight coil in her stomach.

"You look tense," Naruto observed, his voice dropping an octave. "Scott riding you about formations again?"

"Somethin' like that," Rogue muttered, pulling her jacket tighter around herself. "Just tired, I guess. Headache."

"I can help with that."

Rogue flinched as Naruto reached across the counter. "Don't!"

She scrambled back on her stool, nearly tipping it over. Her heart hammered against her ribs. "You know the rules, Naruto. No touchin'. I don't want to put you in a coma."

Naruto froze, his hand suspended in the air. But he didn't pull back. He didn't look scared. He looked... curious.

"Marie," he used her real name. He was one of the few who did. "Look at me."

"I ain't lookin' at nothin'," she warned, though her voice wavered. "Back off."

"McCoy ran the tests," Naruto said softly, stepping around the counter. He moved slowly, telegraphing his movements like one would with a frightened animal. "My regeneration isn't just biological. It's energetic. I produce more life force in a minute than a normal human produces in a decade."

Rogue’s back hit the refrigerator. She was trapped. "And I'm a bottomless pit, Naruto. I drain until there's nothin' left. I nearly killed Logan once, and he heals just like you."

"Logan heals tissue," Naruto corrected, stopping inches from her. He was close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. It was intoxicating. "I replenish energy. You're hungry, Marie. I can feel it. It's like static in the air."

He was right. The hunger was always there, a gnawing void in her chest demanding to be filled. Being this close to him was like standing next to a roaring bonfire in the middle of a blizzard. Every cell in her body was screaming to reach out, to take.

"It's too dangerous," she whispered, her eyes darting to his bare chest, then up to his blue eyes.

"I like dangerous," Naruto grinned, the expression full of reckless confidence.

He raised his hand.

"Naruto, no—"

He didn't listen. He reached out and wrapped his large, warm hand around her gloved wrist.

Even through the fabric, she felt the jolt. But that wasn't enough for him. His other hand came up, moving toward her face. Her exposed face.

Rogue squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable. The rush of memories, the draining of his life, the horror of seeing him collapse into a husk.

His fingertips brushed her cheek.

BOOM.

It wasn't a drain. It was a collision.

Rogue gasped, her eyes flying open. It felt like she had stuck her finger in a light socket, but without the pain. A rush of golden, warm syrup flooded into her system. It was overwhelming, thick and heavy, filling the void inside her instantly and then overflowing.

"See?" Naruto whispered. His voice sounded strained, but he wasn't collapsing.

Rogue looked at him. His eyes were glowing a faint, ethereal orange. The whiskers on his cheeks had thickened slightly. He wasn't dying. He was... feeding her.

"You..." she breathed, her southern drawl thick. "You're not hurt?"

"Tickles," Naruto gritted out, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. "You suck hard, Sugah. But I’ve got plenty to spare."

The sensation was changing. The fear was gone, replaced by a euphoric high. For the first time in her life, she was touching someone, and they weren't withering away. She could feel the texture of his skin, the calluses on his fingertips.

Instinct took over.

Rogue’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist, not to push him away, but to hold him there. She leaned into his touch, a moan escaping her lips as the energy transfer ramped up. It wasn't just life force; it was pleasure. His energy was vibrant, spicy, and incredibly masculine.

"Naruto," she whimpered, her legs feeling weak.

"I got you," he murmured. He stepped in, closing the gap. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his hard body.

Rogue didn't recoil. She melted. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent, her skin hungry for every point of contact.

"I need..." she didn't know what she needed, but she knew she was going to die if she didn't get more.

Naruto chuckled, a low, vibrating sound against her chest. "I know. Let's go somewhere private. Before Scott walks in and has an aneurysm."

Rogue looked up at him, her eyes blown wide, the pupils dilated. The hunger in her gaze had shifted from survival to something entirely carnal.

"Bedroom," she commanded, grabbing the front of his sweatpants.

Naruto’s grin turned feral. "Lead the way."

Rogue didn’t lead the way so much as she dragged him. Her usual reserve was shattered, replaced by an animalistic urgency she hadn’t felt since she first manifested her power—only this time, the hunger wasn't for life; it was for him.

Naruto’s feet scraped against the hallway carpet as she hauled him down the corridor toward her private room, her grip locked tight on his wrists. The gloves were still on, but they might as well have been bare skin, because the sheer power flowing from him was burning through every layer.

"Slow down, Sugah," Naruto chuckled, his own breath ragged, the effort of maintaining the massive energy output clearly straining him.

"No," Rogue panted, kicking open her door and shoving him inside. The room was simple, decorated with gothic posters and heavy blackout curtains. "No more waitin'."

She spun, pressing him back against the solid wood of the door. The moment his back hit the surface, she was on him, her full weight crushing him.

He was massive, hard, and utterly solid beneath her. But it wasn't just the physical contact; it was the flow. It was like connecting a drained battery to a nuclear power source. Her body was drinking him in, not just his life force, but his essence.

He was vibrant. He was chaos. He was pure, reckless joy.

She felt a phantom memory flash through her mind—a brief, confusing image of a tiny boy in a bright orange jumpsuit, screaming defiance at a towering toad. It was a fragment of his soul, a taste of his identity, and it vanished before she could process it. Her body discarded the memory; it only wanted the fuel.

Rogue tore her gloves off and tossed them violently across the room. She looked up at him, her eyes shining with manic desperation, her Southern accent now a low, guttural rasp.

"Now," she commanded.

Naruto’s control snapped.

He reversed their positions instantly. One hand gripped the back of her head, pulling her face to his, while the other clamped onto her bare shoulder.

When their lips met, it was like the convergence of two storms. She didn't kiss him; she devoured the energy that flowed from him.

His mouth was demanding and rough, tasting of mint and adrenaline. Rogue kissed him back with a furious, deep need, her hands burying themselves in his damp, golden hair. The flow intensified as skin met skin, sending a jolt of sheer, blinding euphoria through her system.

The void that had haunted her for years was being saturated, drowning in a golden, warm light. Her knees buckled as the pleasure became too much, and Naruto had to hold her up against the door, his arms like steel bands around her waist.

"Can you handle this, Marie?" Naruto asked, his voice a low growl of warning and excitement against her ear.

"Try me, ya big goof."

Lemon Scene Ahead

He wasted no time on zippers or buttons. With a savage tear, he ripped her leather jacket down the front, followed by the spandex suit beneath. The thick, orange kinetic energy crackled around his hands, making the tearing sound louder than it should have been.

Rogue didn’t protest the destruction of her uniform. She was already stripping him, pulling his soaked sweatpants down with a single, practiced tug. When the cloth was gone, she wrapped her hand around his hard cock.

The energy surged again, feeding her both physically and sexually. Her body felt light, invigorated, and impossibly sensitive.

"God," she gasped, her eyes rolling back as the torrent of energy made her feel like she was floating ten feet above the floor. "It's too much, Naruto. You're too much!"

"You're drinkin' me dry, Rogue!" he retorted, his eyes closed, his face flushed red from the dual exertion of arousal and maintaining the power output.

He lifted her abruptly, wrapping her powerful legs around his waist. He walked the three steps to the bed, never once breaking their kiss or the contact. He threw her onto the mattress, following her down, his weight pinning her.

She was the Southern Belle, the woman who had to keep the world at arm's length. He was the reckless Fox, the man who lived for impact and sensation.

Rogue reached for his body, tracing the powerful, defined muscles of his chest. His regeneration was working overtime, pushing back against the slow but steady pull of her absorption. Every stroke of her hand was a mutual exchange: she gained his power, and he gained her memories—tastes of Mississippi, images of flight, and the constant, crushing burden of her curse.

He felt the pain of her isolation, and it fueled his own passion.

"I need to feel it," Rogue insisted, her voice raw. "All of it."

She grabbed his hips, guiding him, not waiting for ceremony or suggestion. She was too desperate for that.

He entered her on a deep, shuddering gasp that was half agony and half ecstasy.

The physical contact was immediately amplified by the power exchange. The friction, the depth, the tightness—it was all coated in the buzzing, electric sensation of his hyper-vitality coursing directly into her core.

It wasn't just physical penetration; it was a soul bond, raw and unfiltered.

Rogue cried out, an uncontrolled, animalistic sound of pure release. She pressed her cheek against his chest, drinking in the heat and the power.

"Fuck me hard, Naruto. Don't stop. I can take it. I can take everything you give me."

He obliged, moving with a feral intensity that belied his sunny personality. His thrusts were powerful and deep, each one driving the orange kinetic energy into her body like a lightning strike.

Rogue felt invincible. Her fatigue vanished. Her pain vanished. She was completely full, filled with his life, his energy, his primal will. She felt like she could fly across the room, or lift a tank.

She met his pace, riding the surge, her own hands digging into the skin of his lower back, drawing faint trails of blood that sealed instantly under his regeneration.

"Look at me, Marie!" he roared, his voice thick with lust and exertion.

She looked up. His eyes were wide and blue, flecked with gold, the whisker marks twitching slightly. His passion was real, unreserved, and entirely for her.

"I see you, Sugah," she whispered, tightening her hold, her pussy crushing his cock in its vice-like grip.

The climax hit her like a tidal wave. The power flow spiked, becoming so intense that white spots swam across her vision. She screamed, her body arching off the bed, her muscles spasming as the torrent of pleasure and life force crested. She pulled everything he had to offer, emptying him almost entirely of his immediate energy stores.

Naruto slammed into his own release a moment later, a deep, guttural sound torn from his throat as his seed fill Rogue's womb. He collapsed onto her, heavy and breathing hard, his body now covered in a faint sheen of golden energy that quickly faded.

Lemon Scene End

They lay still for a long, blissful minute.

Rogue’s body felt utterly satiated, a sensation she had only dreamed of. She could feel his sweat, his heavy breathing, and the steady, normal beat of his heart against her chest. She hadn't killed him. She hadn't hurt him. She had just shared something impossible.

"You're somethin' else, Uzumaki," Rogue murmured, running a possessive hand through his sweaty hair. She had the faintest orange shimmer to her skin, the remnants of his energy.

Naruto lifted his head, a weak but genuine grin splitting his face. He looked exhausted, but triumphantly so.

"You're a demon, Rogue. You cleaned me out," he panted, propping himself up on his elbow. "I'll be fine in five minutes, but damn. I think you absorbed half my memories."

"I got a picture of a frog boss," she admitted, rubbing his cheek with her thumb. "And the taste of ramen."

"Yeah, that was my life," he laughed softly.

Rogue pulled him back down for a soft, lingering kiss. It was gentle now, no longer desperate, a kiss of two people who had just shared a secret and survived.

"We shouldn't do that again," Rogue said, but her actions showed the opposite; she was already running her hand down his side, inviting him closer.

"Yeah, we absolutely should," Naruto corrected, his energy already returning in slow, steady waves. He shifted beneath the covers, a renewed fire in his eyes.

"And next time," he added, his voice dropping low, "you get rid of the boots before you jump me."

Rogue glanced at her own body and realized she was completely bare except for her boots. Overwhelmed with excitement at the prospect of being able to touch someone without risking harm, she practically leaped at Naruto in her eagerness.

Reflecting on everything that transpired, Rogue couldn't contain her laughter. She realized that she shouldn't sleep with Naruto again, as next time he might not be so fortunate. Yet, deep down, she acknowledged her growing addiction to the sensations he brought her, hoping she wouldn't end up killing him.

Chapter End

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A/N: Hello everyone! I recently received a suggestion to create a series featuring Naruto and the X-Women. I hope you enjoy it! Below, you'll find the intended polls and the plan in case I choose to move forward with this series.

The Voting System:

Genin ($3): Gets the chapter immediately (Uncensored).

Chunin ($8): Votes on which X-Woman appears in the next arc.

Jounin Tier ($15): Votes on the specific kink/scenario for the lemon (e.g., "Danger Room malfunction," "Shower scene," "Mindscape bonding").

Kage ($25): Gets the "Extended/Alternative" lemon. (e.g., A version where Psylocke joins in).