X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Witness ( Chapter 1 )

Authors Note/Disclaimer:

I do not own XMen Evolution, its characters, or the universe they live in. I intend no disrespect or copyright infringement. This is a work of adult fan fiction and is intended only for entertainment purposes. I make no money from this work.

This story began as a one shot consisting solely of this first chapter. It received such an enthusiastic response from my readers that I have expanded on it until it has become a full length novel, complete with a relatively complex plot. While it starts as very Toad-centric, it does expand to encompass other points of view, but will return to Toad’s POV frequently.

Much of this piece was written in direct response to my reader’s feedback. It does meander a bit…sometimes becoming downright smutty. But, it is not intended as PWP. This story runs the gamut from funny to very dark and many places in between. Hope you enjoy it.

I have included warnings with each chapter where appropriate. Here is the list of warnings for this piece as a whole: Graphic Sex, M/M, F/F, M/M/F, anal sex, oral sex, masturbation, nonconsensual sex, bondage, dominance/submission, torture. Unusual use of mutant abilities during sex. Mind control. Abuse. Pregnancy. Profanity. It is not meant for those who squick easily. If you are too young to view such materials by the standards of your community or are offended by any of the above do not read this story.

The Brotherhood kids here are a little more grown up than in the show. I’m thinking Toad is probably about 18, give or take a year. And maybe some of that homeliness was just adolescent awkwardness. Maybe. This first chapter includes M/F sex and some bondage.

Welcome to another expression of my warped imagination. Yes, this is intended to be slightly tongue in cheek. Enjoy.

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

‘Nuff said.

Chapter One: Witness

Pietro had had the marvelous idea to raid the electronics repair shop in the older part of town on the theory that the place would have outdated security. He wanted a new TV and Fred had gummed up the DVD player with Twinkie crumbs. Lance was nowhere to be found and Wanda was too busy doing whatever it was she did in her room. So of course, Todd got dragged along for the ride.

Turned out Pietro was wrong about the security, as soon as Fred smashed open the service door, an ear piercing alarm echoed through the alleyway. Pietro dashed inside to carry out a TV and DVD player and piled them in Lance’s jeep. Todd hopped back and forth down the alley, supposedly watching for trouble. Really, he was nervous and couldn’t stay still.

As he approached a dumpster, a ragged figure suddenly darted past him, heading towards the open end of the alleyway. He shouted in surprise – actually fright – the figure had nearly bowled him over.

“Hey! Get her!” Fred stepped out into the alleyway and the figure slammed into him, then fell to the ground, dropping a duffel bag in the process. She was dressed in a torn denim jacket and jeans and her hair was a wild mass of red and black. Fred pulled her upright by the front of her jacket.

“Let me go!” The girl kicked at him to no effect.

“What’s this?” Pietro stopped his shopping spree and looked at Fred’s catch.

“Dunno. Toad said to get her.” The sound of sirens reached their ears. The girl kicked again and Fred ignored her as she continued to shout.

“Time’s up. Bring her along. Get that.” Pietro kicked at the duffel bag and jumped into the Jeep revving the engine. Fred shifted his grip on the girl and slung her over his shoulder, climbing into the back of the Jeep while Todd snatched up the duffel and bounded into the passenger seat. Fred sat the girl in his lap and ignored her continued efforts to bite, kick and punch him. She started to scream.

“Shut her up, Blob.” Pietro glared over his shoulder as he hit the gas and pulled out of the alley. Fred covered her mouth with one large hand and held her body still with the other.

“Yo, Pietro. Don’t you think maybe we should let her go?”

“You’re the one who told Blob to get her.”

“I was startled, that’s all.” Todd turned and looked at the Fred and the girl. She was continuing to protest behind Fred’s hand and the man’s other massive hand was under her shirt. “Hey! Yo Blob. Cut that out!” The girl’s eyes met his and she made another noise.

“What’s he doing back there?” Pietro glanced in the mirror as he made a sharp turn.

“You don’t want to know, man.” Todd turned back around and watched, certain that this was a really bad idea. Robbery was one thing, kidnapping was another, and what Fred was doing…well that was really bad news. But no one ever listened to him, except when it was a bad idea.

When they pulled the jeep into the driveway in front of the Boardinghouse, Lance was already waiting, pissed off again. Pietro hadn’t asked to borrow his jeep. He’d just taken it.

“Hey! You creep. What did I tell you about taking my wheels?” Pietro laughed and tossed him the keys.

“We went shopping.”

“Who the hell is that?” Lance’s eyes widened as he saw Fred climbing out of the jeep with a girl over his shoulder. The girl was no longer fighting and just hung limply.

“Witness.” Pietro glanced at Fred. “Take her inside, then come back for the stuff.”

“Are you crazy?” Lance ran a hand through his hair. “That’s kidnapping!”

“Talk to Toad. It was his idea.” Pietro laughed and then disappeared into the house in a blur.

“Yo man! I didn’t say bring her along!” Todd snatched the girl’s duffel from the jeep and hopped after Fred.

Once inside Fred dumped the girl on the threadbare sofa leaving Todd to watch her. Todd sat the duffel bag on the floor next to the sofa and crouched next to her. Her eyes were closed and he wondered if Fred had been too rough with her. Then she cracked one eye open beneath the shaggy mess of hair. When she saw him, she closed it again.

“I saw that.” Her eyes opened and she looked at him suspiciously, still not moving.

“So? Is that fat bastard gone?”

“He’s coming back.”

“Shit.” She tugged at her shirt to pull it down. “You smell bad.”

Todd shrugged. The girl sniffed and wrinkled her nose.

“Ew…it’s me. My bad. God I need a shower.” Just then Lance stalked in with Fred just behind him carrying a TV under one arm and a DVD player under the other.

“Where the fuck’s Pietro?” Lance scowled at Todd and the girl. Todd shrugged again. Lance bounded up the stairs. “Wanda! You won’t believe what that nut-job brother of yours did this time.”

Fred carefully lowered the electronics to the floor. He rubbed his hands together and smiled at the girl on the couch. She blanched. Fred walked over and sat carefully on the end of the sofa next to her. The girl squirmed away from him until he laid a heavy hand on her shoulder.

“Fred. I don’t think she likes that, yo.” Todd felt queasy as he watched.

“Oh god! Get off me!” The girl pushed at him ineffectually, and then looked at Todd pleadingly.

“Want a Twinkie?” Fred reached behind the sofa and pulled out a box of Twinkies and dumped them in his lap. He offered her one.

“No.” She looked like she wanted to throw up. Fred grinned and opened one up. He ate it in a single bite.

“What is this?” Wanda stood at the head of the stairs with Lance at her elbow. She walked carefully down, avoiding the broken steps. “Since when do we keep pets?”

Pietro zipped in from somewhere and sat in an armchair with a smug look on his face. “We got a new TV and DVD player and a playmate for Blob here.” He gave Todd a malicious grin. “Or maybe Toad. Since this was his idea.”

“Wait a minute!” The girl protested as Fred rubbed her head affectionately.

“Can I keep her?” He asked eagerly.

“I don’t know. Toad saw her first. Didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I guess. I didn’t mean for you to bring her here, yo!”

“Don’t I get any say in this?” The girl slapped at Fred’s hand and tried to slip off the couch. “Don’t touch me!”

“Nope. Pets don’t get a vote. Right Wanda?”

“Now wait a minute here, Pietro. This is going too far.” Lance objected. “I’m not going to prison for this shit.”

“Who said anything about prison?” Pietro smirked. “She’s not going to tell anybody anything, are you?” He smiled at the girl, but his voice was icy.

“No.” She tried again to push Fred away. “Just get him off!”

Wanda walked across the room to stand next to her brother and whispered in his ear. Pietro nodded thoughtfully and smirked.

“All right. Wanda thinks we should let her choose her playmate. So what’s it going to be? Toad or Blob?” He pointed at each as he spoke the name, then he made a ticking sound as he flicked his finger back and forth.

Todd watched Pietro’s finger for a moment, then looked at the girl. She looked him up and down and he felt himself blush.

“Him.” She jabbed a finger at Todd.

“Wait a minute. What am I supposed to do with her?” Not only was he getting all the blame, now he was getting all the hassle too.

“See? I told you he would have no idea what to do with a girl if he had one.” Wanda laughed and elbowed her brother. Pietro laughed at him again and Lance gave a disgusted snort, then retreated to his room and slammed the door.

“That’s not fair!” Fred protested, still holding the girl in her place on the couch.

“You did get a nice new DVD player out of the deal. But let’s see…” Pietro rested his chin in his hand and pretended to think. “I think we need a few rules about pets. Toad, she’s your responsibility. You make sure she doesn’t leave the house unless I say so. When you aren’t here, she stays locked in your room.”

“But…” Todd began to protest.

“But…” Wanda added, “If Blob here catches her outside the house, or downstairs without you, he gets to play with her.” She smiled at the girl on the couch and crossed her arms across her chest. “Call it…motivation.”

“Now I suggest you take your little pet upstairs.” Pietro waved at Todd. He liked to do things like that, acting like somebody important.

“Come on, yo.” Todd grabbed the duffel and one of the girl’s hands and yanked her to her feet. She stumbled, but didn’t protest. Instead she followed him quickly up the stairs.

“This sucks.” Todd muttered as he had to stop and help her as she stumbled on a loose tread.

“No shit.” The girl glanced back down the stairs and turned away quickly as Fred saw her and waved jovially. She shuddered.

“In here.” Todd led her through a door into his bedroom. The floor was scattered with discarded clothes and magazines and his bed was a rumpled mass of stained bedding. The entire room had a unique odor to it that wasn’t exactly pleasant. He dropped the duffel at the foot of the bed and turned to lock the door. He turned around and the girl backed away from him.

“Nice room…sort of.” The girl looked around nervously.

“It’s a dump.” Todd kicked aside some of the debris on the floor.

“Better than a dumpster.” The girl nudged at a pile of clothes with her foot.

“What were you doing in the alley anyways?” Todd looked at her, still wondering what to do with her.

“Sleeping.” She crossed her arms across her thin body and squared her shoulders. “Until you guys set off that alarm, that is. And that is totally gross.” She nodded at the bed.

“Yeah, well I wasn’t expecting company.” Todd crossed the distance to the bed in a single hop and the girl flinched away. He yanked impatiently at the bedding and bundled it up.

“So…you guys are mutants, right?” She swatted at an insect that had been disturbed by Todd’s attempts at straightening the bed. Todd extended his tongue and snatched it from the air and swallowed it. “Right...Stupid question.” Her face bore an expression of mixed disgust and fascination.

“What’s your name?” Todd had stripped the bed to the bare mattress and piled the bedding near the door.

“Marissa. Is yours really Toad?”

“No. It’s Todd.

“Oh.”

“I’m gonna get some clean sheets. You stay put.” Todd tried to look intimidating as he grabbed the bundle of soiled bedding and backed out of the door.

“Yeah. Wouldn’t want to run into your chubby friend, there.” The girl bent to pick up a magazine from the floor.

Todd schlepped the dirty laundry down the stairs as quickly as he could. It took longer than he expected to find clean sheets and when he returned to his room, the girl was gone.

“Damn it! Pietro’s gonna kill me.” He tossed the sheets onto the bed angrily. He looked around quickly and saw her duffel was gone too. He hopped out into the hall and met Pietro coming up the stairs. Pietro pointed further down the hall with a smirk.

The girl had managed to pry open one of the second floor windows and was trying to climb out. Todd hopped toward her quickly and tried to snare her leg with his tongue. At that moment she reached for the duffel bag at her feet and he grabbed a mouthful of nylon instead. When the bag was snatched from her hands, the girl ducked her head back in and grabbed for it.

“Hey! Give that back.” She wrestled with him over it and managed to elbow him hard in the ribs.

“Oof!” He could hear Pietro’s laughter behind him and he grew angry. “Cut it out!”

“Don’t touch me!” She hit him in the groin with a knee and he saw stars. She tore the duffel free and tried for the window again. This time he grabbed her ankle with his tongue and brought her crashing to the floor. She rolled onto her back and that’s when he spat in her face. The goo covered her face and he could hear muffled shrieking as she tried to wipe the sticky mass away, but it only stuck to her hands.

“Ooohhh! Nice one there Toad.” Pietro clapped slowly. “How long does it take for somebody to suffocate?”

“Shit!” He hadn’t quite meant to do that, just to blind her. He snatched her up and dragged her bodily to the bathroom. The girl was panicking and it was hard to hold onto her. He slammed the door in Pietro’s face as he hauled her into the shower with him and turned the water on.

“Yo! Quit squirming!” He held her under the freezing spray and let the water begin to dissolve the goo. As the water slowly began to warm the goo loosened and ran off her face. She gasped for breath and spat repeatedly. He grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed at her face. When she tried to turn from him he gripped her chin hard in one hand.

“Hold still, I need to get this shit out of your eyes.”

“What the fuck did you do to me?” The girl planted her balled fists against his chest, but held still.

“Take your clothes off.”

“What?”

“Take them off. I hawked a bigger loogie than I meant to and it will burn you if it stays on your skin too long.”

“You spit on me!”

“Yeah.” Todd turned away from her and began tugging his t-shirt off, it had gotten stained with the goo and it would burn him too. “Crap. I liked this shirt.” He tossed it in the middle of the bathroom floor.

“Help me?” He turned around and Marissa was struggling to pull off her soggy clothing in the narrow confines of the tiled shower. Her jacket and t-shirt had somehow gotten tangled.

“How’d you do that?”

“I don’t know. Just get it off of me.” The girl’s voice was still panicky.

“Calm down. I can’t do this with you flailing around.” Todd untangled the soggy jacket from her t-shirt and pulled it off, tossing it after his shirt. He looked down and swallowed. He could see the perfect outline of her bra and the cleft between her small breasts right through the wet fabric. He slid his fingers beneath the hem to help her peel it off. Then she held onto him as she bent to pull off her shoes so she could slip her soggy jeans off. She looked up and caught him staring.

“Are you gonna strip or what?” She reached behind to unhook her bra and pulled it off, grimacing at the stain on the right cup. Todd crouched to pull off his shoes. When he glanced again at her she had turned away from him and was shimmying out of her panties. Todd stood and hesitated before pulling down his jeans.

“I think some of it’s still in my hair. Do I need to shampoo it out?” She reached for a bottle of shampoo.

“Not that one. That’s Wanda’s. She’ll bitch something awful.” Todd reached around her and picked out another bottle. “Try that one.”

“O.K.” Marissa started rubbing shampoo in her hair and closed her eyes. Todd took the moment to pull off his jeans and shorts and toss them in the growing pile of wet clothing. He looked down at his growing erection and turned around to hide it, reaching blindly for a bar of soap. He soaped himself up quickly.

“God it feels good to get clean.” He glanced over his shoulder to see her rinsing her hair and reaching for another bar of soap. She opened her eyes and caught him staring again. He looked away quickly.

“First you kidnap me, then you almost kill me, and now you’re too shy to look at me?”

“Yo! I didn’t kidnap you. That was Fred and Pietro, not me.”

“Uh, huh.” He could hear the sounds of her hands running over her wet skin and he peeked again. She was running the bar of soap all over her chest and belly.

“I’m not shy. It’s…uh…rude to stare.”

“I’m thinking it’s rude to shower with someone and not look.” He jumped as he felt her hand on his back. “I’ll do your back if you do mine.” She didn’t wait for him to answer and began rubbing the soap across his back.

“Why are you doing this? A few minutes ago you tried to jump out a window to get away from me.” He’d learned a long time ago people were never nice to him unless they wanted something.

“Did anyone ever tell you you’ve got great legs?” She rubbed the soap across the small of his back and around his ribs.

“No.” Todd filed that observation away for later thought. “I’m serious. Why?”

“O.K. A…I’d do just about anything to avoid getting suffocated under your chubby friend’s horny ass. B…I don’t want anything to do with the psycho sibs. C…I don’t actually have a place to go if I did leave.” The soap moved a little lower as she stroked it around contours of his ass. “And D…I just realized you’ve got a really nice ass.”

“I do?” Todd craned his neck to glance over his shoulder at her. She smiled at him wickedly. Then she knelt down to soap the back of his legs and he felt himself get even harder at her touch. “Is uh… that it? You want a place to stay?”

“You aren’t too good at this bad boy stuff are you?” She stood and gave him a tap on one cheek. “My turn.” He turned around slowly and she waited patiently with her back to him, her hair pulled forward to bare her neck.

Todd hesitated a moment then began to tentatively rub the soap across he shoulders and back. She made a small sigh as he ran the soap down her spine. He soaped up her ribs and lower back carefully as he worked up the nerve to go lower.

“Come on Todd, the water’s starting to get cold again.”

“All right.” He slipped the soap down the cleft of her ass and back under one cheek and she made a small noise. He took it as encouragement and gave the other side the same treatment. Then he crouched down to soap her thighs and calves. That was when Lance began pounding on the door.

“Hey! You’ve been in there long enough.” The pounding continued. “Get out!”

“Yo! Hold your horses, man!” Todd stood back up and put the soap back reluctantly. Marissa turned under the shower spray to rinse off, pushing her soggy hair back and glanced down. “Hey!” Todd moved to cover himself.

“It’s not like you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” She smirked. “Anyways, nice dick.”

“Just…get the fuck out and dry off before Lance busts the door in.” As soon as she moved out of the way he closed his eyes and ducked under the cold spray. He hurried to shampoo his hair. He could hear the girl scrubbing herself dry and rummaging around.

“Any extra toothbrushes around here?”

“Under the sink.” The cabinet door thumped and when he emerged from the shower, she was vigorously brushing her teeth, a dingy towel wrapped around her body. The cold water had taken care of his erection and left him shivering. He grabbed a second towel and dried himself off, wrapping it around his hips when he was done. As soon as she was finished, he shouldered her aside to brush his teeth and gargle.

“I said hurry up!” Lance was back pounding on the door. Marissa sat on the toilet toweling off her hair. Some of the red had washed out of it and now that it was wet it was a curly mess.

Todd spat in the sink and snatched the door open.

“Yo! What is your problem?”

“Pietro wants her under lock and key – and no screwing in the shower man. We all have to share this bathroom.” Lance glanced past him at the girl and then saw the sodden mass of clothes on the floor. “Shit. Go put something on for Christ’s sake. And clean up that mess.” Lance walked into the bathroom and grabbed the girl by the arm.

“Yeah. Whatever.” Todd ducked into his room long enough to slip on a pair of sweats, then passed Lance in the hall. Lance marched the girl into Todd’s room and nodded at the bed. Someone had already spread the sheets on the bed and the contents of her duffel had been dumped in the middle. The entire sum of her possessions consisted of four stolen hotel towels, two changes of clothing, a hair brush and comb, an unopened box of condoms and an open package of scrunchies. Lance shut the door behind her and she could hear the sound of a drill coming through the door.

The girl hurried to slip on a pair of panties and a t-shirt, and then sat down to brush her hair. She was just pulling it back with a scrunchie when Lance opened the door. As he stepped in, she could see Wanda watching from the hallway.

“Lie down on the bed.” Her eyes widened as she saw that he held a pair of handcuffs in his hand.

“Wait a minute…” He ignored her protest and grabbed her arm again. “I’m not going anywhere, honest.”

“Just lie down.” He snapped a cuff around one wrist and pushed her firmly toward the head of the bed. Not seeing any other choice, Marissa complied, lying on her side to face the door.

“Make sure she’s comfortable, Lance.” Wanda spoke through the open door. “After all, she is our guest.” Wanda’s voice dripped with amusement.

Lance slipped the cuff through the bars of the headboard and snapped the end around her other wrist. He took a moment to check the fit and adjusted her pillow.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Marissa wriggled suggestively and met his eyes. Lance gave a small smile but continued his work.

“I’m not going there. Wanda would kill us both.” He murmured and looked up to see Todd glaring at him from the doorway.

“Yo! What are you doing man?”

“Pietro’s orders. Here.” Lance tossed a set of keys to him. “She stays cuffed for tonight and I just put a lock on the outside for tomorrow.” He walked past Todd.

“Come on Lance. Let’s go back to bed.” Wanda gestured for Lance to follow her. Todd watched as they went together into Wanda’s room and shut the door.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Todd shut his door quietly and stood still for a moment. “That’s where he was! Goddamn it! I’d do anything for her instead she turns around and screws him.” Each word was punctuated by the pounding of his fist on the doorjamb and when he turned around the look in his yellow eyes frightened the girl on the bed.

Marissa backed away from him as he approached the bed, watching in horrified fascination as some sort of film blinked across his eyes. Beneath the covering, his eyes looked dead and his face had become even paler than before.

“And you! I heard that. I saw that.” He closed the distance to the bed and landed beside her in a single leap. “You would have fucked him too, if he’d let you.” She curled her thin frame against the head-board, pulling her knees up tightly as he loomed over her.

“I…Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You were just going to use me. Just like everyone else does.”

“I don’t have any powers. I...It’s all I’ve got.” Her voice broke and she turned her face away as tears began to well up.

“Shit.” Todd sat glaring at her for a moment, then hopped off the bed and impatiently swept her belongings back into the duffel and tossed it in a corner. He put the keys Lance had given him in the nightstand drawer, out of the girl’s reach. Then he pulled down the top sheet of the bed.

“Lie down.” He ordered her impatiently. She was still curled into a ball, trying to hide her tears. He sighed. “Just lie down and go to sleep.” She sniffled as she slowly unfolded herself and stretched out. He pulled the sheet over her and turned out the light.

“You’re not going to…”

“No.” He flopped down on the empty side of the bed and closed his eyes. Maybe this was a dream and it would all be over in the morning. Right. A dream. Wanda was fucking Lance. Some dream. He rolled over and pulled his pillow over is head and willed himself to sleep.

Todd’s dreams were filled with images of Wanda and Lance writhing together interwoven with the memory of his shower with Marissa. When he woke she was still there beside him, asleep. He blinked at the fading dream. He could still feel her hands on his body, feel her warm, wet skin. The girl shifted in her sleep and her t-shirt rode up, baring her midriff. She was a restless sleeper and had kicked the sheet off. As his gaze traveled over her body, he couldn’t resist touching himself.

He sat up on the edge of the bed and began to stroke himself. He tried to be quiet and he stifled his gasps. He thought about just rolling over and taking the girl. Even if it was just an act, she had acted like she wanted it. That was a new experience for him. As he tried to imagine what it would be like, he stroked himself harder. He bit back a moan.

“I know what you’re doing.” Her voice was low and sleepy.

“Shit!” He leapt up from the bed. “I’m not doing anything!” He fumbled with his pants.

“It’s O.K.” She rolled over towards him awkwardly as her hands were still cuffed. “I could help you with that.”

“I…wasn’t…You just want me to cut you loose.” He sat back down on the edge of the bed.

“Actually…it’s kind of kinkier if you don’t.” He could see her biting her lip and her legs moved against one another restlessly. “Come on.”

“Are you serious?” Todd turned towards her. “I don’t get you.”

“You have no idea how hot it made me when I felt you jacking off. I can’t even touch myself!” She tugged at the cuffs in frustration.

“I’m not cutting you loose.” Todd stretched out beside her and reached out a tentative hand to stroke her belly, sliding his hand upwards under her shirt. He kneaded her small breast experimentally and when he brushed the nipple with his thumb she gasped. Bolder now he began to explore her upper body with both hands, pushing her shirt up so he could see her breasts. She moved under his hands and made little noises of frustration.

“I want to kiss you.” He moved closer and waited for a response, watching her face. He knew people were grossed out by his tongue and he thought it might be a deal breaker.

“Just…don’t try to stick your tongue down my throat or anything like that.” She squirmed a little closer to him. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She opened her lips and nibbled at his bottom lip. He moaned and felt his dick throb. When he opened his mouth he felt her tongue slip between his lips to explore his mouth. He tentatively reached out with the tip of his tongue to tickle her lip and she groaned. He kissed her as deeply as he dared for a long moment before pulling back for air.

“Marissa.” He whispered her name. She slowly opened her eyes to look at him, her wet lips still parted. The look in her eyes seemed to send waves of lust straight through him. She licked her lips and he was fascinated by the movement.

“Not to spoil the mood, but, there should have been a box of rubbers in my bag.” She gave him a little smile.

“Wait right there.” Todd hopped off the bed to snatch up the duffel, accidentally spilling some of the contents in the process. He didn’t care as he rummaged for the box. “Found it.” He returned to the bed and opened it, tearing one off and putting the rest on the nightstand. He turned it over in his hand nervously, then looked at her again.

“Something wrong?” She looked at him, puzzled.

“No. I…uh…want to do this right.” He put the condom on the nightstand, within easy reach. Then he stretched out beside her again. “I never do anything quite right.”

“I thought you were doing just fine.” She smiled at him again. “Why don’t you start by taking off those pants?”

Todd looked at her for a moment, wondering if she was telling the truth. Then he slipped his sweats over his hips and kicked them to the floor, letting his erection bob freely. He leaned closer to her and kissed her again. She responded eagerly and he pressed closer to her until his cock rested against her hip. She wrapped a leg around his hips and pulled him closer, straining against the cuffs. She moaned into his mouth and he reached for her breast to knead it and pinched the nipple experimentally.

She squealed, then kissed him even more fervently. After a moment, he pushed her onto her back and moved his mouth to her breasts. He sucked on each one briefly, using his tongue to tickle and rub across her nipples. Her body moved against him and she gasped with each new sensation. He bit down gently and her hips bucked against him and she groaned.

“More. Please.” She whispered.

Todd slid his hands down her body, along her ribs, past her waist and down her hips, exploring the angular curves. She was a little too thin, but he didn’t care right now as he moved downwards to kiss her navel. He moved his hands gently to the inside of her thighs and moved them upwards, caressing and gently pushing them apart. When he reached her panties, he found the fabric already damp with her juices. Her hips moved slightly under his touch.

Todd moved his mouth downwards and planted a kiss on her cloth covered sex. She made a small noise of encouragement. He reached to pull the little bit of cloth down over her hips and down her legs. Now he could smell her arousal and it excited him even more. He touched her tentatively with his hand, exploring her folds until he found her swollen clit. She moaned louder as he rubbed and squeezed it gently. Then he moved his attention lower until he found her moist entrance. As he pulled at her lips and traced the outlines of her pussy her moans became pleading.

“I um…want to try something. I’ll stop if you don’t like it.” Todd licked his lips nervously, then extended his tongue to flick against the little nodule of flesh. Marissa squealed and bucked her hips. He continued his efforts for a few moments, and then replaced his tongue with his fingers. He extended his tongue again and began to lap at her entrance, exploring her folds with his tongue. He’d never tasted anything quite like it before, but it wasn’t unpleasant. She continued to writhe and moan, so he pushed farther, extending his tongue until it entered her.

“Ooohh! More.”

Todd pressed more of his tongue into her, letting it travel deeper and deeper inside. As it did, her moans became louder and louder. He began to move it in and out and rolled it around experimentally. The effect on her was electric.

“Oh my God. OhGodOhGodOhGod!” Her hips writhed frantically, then suddenly her whole body went rigid and she screamed. Todd withdrew his tongue suddenly and she collapsed back on the bed.

“What did you do to me?” She panted.

“I…uh…used my tongue.” He licked his lips thoughtfully. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

This time Todd moved up her body, kissing her belly and tasting each nipple again. Then he let his tongue snake its way down her body, brushing across her clit to seek her entrance. She squirmed and squealed as it passed until she felt his tongue nudge at her opening. He wormed his tongue inside, scraping across her clit in the process. She moaned again. Now he could reach her breasts and he began to knead them and roll her nipples in his fingers. Her moans grew louder and louder as he pressed more of his tongue inside her. Soon she was shuddering again and he smiled as he heard her scream his name. He let her rest for just a moment before beginning again.

He liked hearing her pant and moan. And the sound of her screaming his name was almost enough to make him come right then and there. Finally, he withdrew his tongue slowly, listening to her pant and sigh as it left her. Her taste filled his mouth and he savored it. Then he kissed her again, pressing his tongue into her mouth, feeding her her own juices. Her mouth was soft and yielding under his lips. When he withdrew she lay still watching him.

Now he reached again for the condom and showed it to her. She nodded slowly. He opened it and slipped it onto his erection. He moved between her legs, pushing them gently apart. He held his cock steady with one hand as he prepared to enter her. He looked up to see her grasp the bars of the headboard tightly. Then he began to press inside her. She was tight and wet and she moaned softly as he slid in. He wrapped his arms around her and began to thrust. She lifted her hips to meet him, and called his name again and again. She arched under him with a loud moan and he felt her contract around him. He gritted his teeth and held onto his control, wanting to make it last.

He waited for her to still under him, then began to thrust again, harder. She moaned and squealed as she struggled to keep from hitting her head. He heard the headboard thump against the wall and he pushed even harder.

“OhGodOhGod! Fuck me Todd! Fuck me!” Her voice was hoarse now as she shouted. He didn’t care if they woke the whole house. It was too damned hot hearing her scream his name. It was that that finally sent him over the edge and he came with a wordless shout. Afterwards he lay with his head on her shoulder, panting.

Slowly he realized she was probably pretty uncomfortable, though she didn’t say anything. She just kissed his ear and shifted a little underneath him. He pushed himself up and rolled away enough to slip off the condom and tie it off. He dropped it on the nightstand and lay next to her.

“Hey Todd.”

“Yo.”

“If you did that any more right, you’dve killed me.”



The noise had woken everyone from their sleep. One by one they poked their sleepy heads out into the hallway. There was no doubt who was responsible as they could hear the girl screaming his name over and over.

“You gotta be shittin’ me!” Lance rubbed at his hair sleepily as Wanda followed him out, pulling a robe around herself.

“No way! She’s faking it.” Pietro tapped his foot impatiently as the girl’s voice got louder.

“I’m sure you would know.” Wanda rolled her eyes.

“Hey!”

“Shhh! They’ll hear you.” Fred listened intently as the sounds stopped briefly.

“What do I care if they hear me? It’s them that woke us all up!” Pietro snapped.

“It was your idea to cuff her to Toad’s bed, man.” Lance pointed out.

They fell silent as the girl’s moans began again and now they could hear something thumping against the wall. The moans became shouting. No one moved as they listened. Finally, they heard Toad shout and then there was silence.

“Do you think they’re done?” Fred asked.

“God I hope so!” Wanda added, trying to tug Lance back to bed.

Suddenly the door opened and Toad came out of the room dressed in nothing but a pair of sweat pants. He scowled at them.

“What?”

“Next time try putting a pillow over her face, Toad.” Pietro snapped.

“My name’s Todd.”

“So we heard.” Lance smirked.

“Heh. Yeah.” Todd grinned. “Anyway, she wanted a glass of water. Thirsty, yo!” And he walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

“Show’s over folks. Back to bed. Especially you.” Wanda dragged Lance into her room forcibly.

“Ew…I think I’m going to need therapy.” Pietro slammed his door.

“Good night!” Fred closed his door quietly.