X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ The Morning After ( Chapter 2 )

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.

 

Please see the first chapter for complete warnings. For this chapter: More Toad sex -- If it squicks you, move on, Yo!

 

<b>Chapter Two: The Morning After</b>

 

Todd woke up slowly. Something was different. As memory slowly seeped into his conscious mind he felt something moving against him. Something warm and smooth and soft…and…Yo! He opened his eyes and she was there, her wild curls had tumbled over her face and her lips were parted slightly as she slept. Her t-shirt was still rucked up above her tits and his leg rested across her nude lower half. He gently tugged the shirt down to cover her, feeling it was somehow not quite right to leave her like that all night.

 

“Mmmm?” She made a sleepy noise and wiggled a little closer to him. He brushed some of the curls from her face and they stubbornly fell back again. He should probably uncuff her, that couldn't possibly be comfortable, he thought.

 

Had she really wanted him last night, or was she just playing him? Did it matter anyway? It's not like anyone else had ever wanted to touch him. Even at her warmest, Wanda had never let him actually touch her. She accepted his gifts and his adulation, even expected his servitude, but had she really given him much in return? He turned the question over and over again in his mind.

 

He was still thinking when the girl opened her eyes. Then she smiled. At him. There was no hesitation, no guarded look in her eyes. She actually seemed to be happy that he was there. Touching her. Holding her. Instead of pulling away, she snuggled closer and nuzzled his shoulder affectionately.

 

“Good morning.” She whispered, her breath warm on his skin. He could still smell the scent of shampoo in her hair and he felt himself grow hard again.

 

“Morning.” What did you say the next morning anyway? His fantasies had never actually gotten that far. “I…uh…should take those off.”

 

“Mmm…hmm…” She nodded assent, her hair tickling his chest. He rolled over and retrieved the keys, reluctantly releasing her. Would she let him touch her again after they came off? He fumbled nervously with the tiny keys as he leaned over her to release the cuffs. He started as she blew playfully across his bare torso. She chuckled lazily.

 

“Here ya go.” He pulled one end free and then unlocked the other, taking the cuffs and keys and putting them out of sight in the drawer. The girl rolled onto her back and rubbed her wrists for a moment. He rested his head on his hand and watched her.

 

She sat up and pushed her hair back, looking around for something. With a quiet “aha” she pulled her orange scrunchie from beneath the corner of her pillow and used it to pull her hair back from her face. A few curls popped free and fell in her eyes immediately and she pushed at them impatiently.

 

“You…um…still want to stay?” Todd expected her to say no, make some excuse. “Pietro's had his fun; I could probably get you out without much fuss.” Actually, Pietro might want to kick her out after last night.

 

“Do you want me to leave?” She turned to look at him, her face solemn. “I kinda thought…you know…after last night…you might like me to stay?”

 

“No. I want you to stay. With me.” He licked his lips nervously. Could he stand it if she wound up fucking Lance too? Shit. All cleaned up and in the morning light she was actually, well, cute. A little skinny maybe, but cute.

 

Marissa studied his face for a moment, almost seemed to follow his thoughts as they churned through his brain. He started to wish he hadn't said anything.

 

“You want me to be your girl.” She looked away. “Really be your girl, not just a … a …fuck buddy or whatever?”

 

“I uh…Yeah.” Time seemed to slow to a crawl. What kind of idiot was he to throw himself at the first girl he fucked? After having Wanda rub things in his face like that, how much more rejection did he need? He bit his lip to keep himself from saying anything else. Whatever it was, it was guaranteed to be stupid.

 

“Wow.” She looked at him again. “I didn't expect that. `Course I didn't expect what happened last night either.”

 

“Sorry. Never mind. It was stupid.” Todd swallowed hard, trying to sound as if he didn't care.

 

“It's not stupid.” She turned and leaned toward him, brushing her lips against his. “It's sweet. And scary. I'd be the only normal in a house full of mutants.” She pulled back enough to look in his eyes. “I'd have to depend on you to protect me.”

 

“Yo, I can do that.” She was really considering it?

 

“And I haven't got a cent to my name. Everything I own was in that bag.”

 

“I got a job. And Pietro and Wanda's dad pays the bills here.”

 

“Well, that explains a few things.”

“Yeah.”

 

“And we have to keep Pietro from kicking me out, right?”

 

“Right.” It took a few ticks to sink in. “We do?”

 

“Yes.” She kissed him hard and pushed him backwards onto the bed. “After all, I'm your girl.”

 

“You are?” His brain had stopped working from lack of blood, it was flowing elsewhere…

 

“Damn right, I am. After last night, you just try and get rid of me!” She kissed him again and then began nibble his chin and down his neck. She ran her fingernails lightly across his ribs and he gasped. He reached for her, running his hands across her shoulders, down her back and under her ribs where he squeezed her tits gently. She moaned into his skin and moved lower, licking playfully at his nipples. He buried one hand in her hair, cool and soft. He pulled the scrunchie from her hair and let it fall freely.

 

“Todd!” She looked up at him through the riot of curls. “Cut it out.”

 

“But you look so sexy.” He brought his other hand up to play with it, letting a lock curl around his finger then watching it coil back on itself when he let it go. He pulled her upwards for another kiss, loving the feel of her hair tickling his cheeks. When he let her go, she returned her attention to his nipples, sucking and licking at them.

 

Then her mouth began to move lower and his dick throbbed as she traced the muscles of his stomach with her lips and tongue. Each time she glanced up at him, her dark eyes peeking through her wild hair, it sent a shiver down his spine. When she reached the waistband of his sweats, she sat up and pulled off her t-shirt. Then she grinned at him with that same wicked grin he'd seen in the shower and reached down to pull down his sweats. He sat up to help her pull them off and kissed her again, leaning down to take each of her nipples in his mouth. She ran her fingernails down his spine and back up again before pushing him firmly back on the bed.

 

“Just lie back and relax.” She grasped his dick in one hand and squeezed gently.

 

“Oh god. `Rissa.” She stroked him a few times, reaching below to gently cup and knead his balls with her other hand. She licked her lips thoughtfully as she studied him. Then she leaned down and kissed his belly, moving lower, releasing his dick and letting it brush against her cheek. She leaned on her elbow and continued to moved lower, her lips traveling over the hair there until she reached the base of his cock, letting it rest against her face. She rubbed her face along his length then raised her lips to kiss the head.

 

His dick twitched and he moaned. Her tongue flicked out to stroke the head, curving around to tease the underside. He gasped and tried not to buck his hips. Her clever fingers continued to knead his balls and he held his breath, praying she wouldn't change her mind. She gave him another one of those dark glances before opening her mouth and taking him inside. Slowly she took him into her warm wet mouth and he felt her tongue begin to work him, writhing and stroking. She began to stroke slowly up and down and he buried a shaking hand in her hair.

 

“Oh god yes! Don't stop. Please don't stop.” He whispered. It felt so good. He couldn't believe it was happening. He couldn't help moving his hips in time with her mouth. He wanted to grab her head with both hands and fuck her mouth, but he was sure that would put an end to the whole thing. Her mouth dipped lower and lower with each stroke. Her hand left his balls and wrapped around the base of his cock to stroke in time with her mouth. Then she pulled up and let his dick fall from her mouth with a wet “pop.”

 

“Enjoying yourself?” She panted a little and licked her lips, watching his face with a little smile.

 

“Hell yes!” He swallowed hard and stroked her hair a little. He wanted to ask for more, but he'd already gotten far more than he expected.

 

“You…ah…don't have any other…dangerous…bodily fluids do you?” She stroked him slowly as she waited for his answer.

 

“No.”

 

“Good.” Then she took him in her mouth again and began to slip her mouth up and down even faster than before, her tongue writhing wildly. He heard himself moaning and panting and he could feel the pressure building.

 

“Oh god, `Riss. I'm gonna cum.” He panted a warning. She sucked him even harder and suddenly he was spurting into her hungry mouth. She continued to suck on his dick until it stopped twitching, then let it slide free and sat up. He watched her swallow and lick her lips thoughtfully before stretching out beside him and resting her head on his shoulder.

 

“You…um…why?” He fumbled for something to say.

 

“I felt like it.” She moved a little, tickling his shoulder with her hair. “Are you hungry? I'm starving.” She gave his shoulder a little kiss then rolled off the bed and started looking for her clothes.

 

“I could eat, Yo.”

 

 

Twenty minutes later Todd led her carefully down the stairs, pointing out the broken treads. The smell of frying bacon and toast met them halfway. When they reached the kitchen, Marissa stopped as she took in the unlikely sight of Fred in an apron pulling a sheet of biscuits from the oven. The rest of the household were already seated around the rickety table, waiting impatiently.

 

“Come on, yo.” Todd sat her between himself and Pietro, ignoring the other man's glare. “Fred don't let no one eat `till everyone sits down.”

 

“Since when do we feed pets at the table?” Pietro grumbled. Marissa looked at him uneasily from the corner of her eye.

 

“Give it a break, man.” Lance reached to pour a glass of juice for himself.

 

“Good morning.” Fred beamed at Marissa as he slid the biscuits onto a platter.

 

“Morning…um…Fred. Something smells wonderful.”

 

“I made bacon and eggs, and biscuits and pancakes, and waffles and…”

 

“Can we just eat already?” Pietro interrupted.

 

“No need to be rude, brother dear.” Wanda was in a mood this morning. “So, how did you sleep last night…ah…I'm sorry I didn't catch your name.” She smiled at Marissa warmly, but the warmth didn't reach her eyes.

 

“Marissa. Fine. Thank you.”

 

Fred took off his apron and sat heavily in the reinforced chair obviously reserved for him and began to pile food onto his plate.

 

“You want pancakes or waffles, `Riss?” Todd asked as he reached for a platter and snagged a couple of waffles for himself.

 

“Waffles.” He passed her the waffles and she took a couple and tried to pass them to Pietro. He sniffed disgustedly and waved them away. Marissa had to reach awkwardly to hand the platter to Lance. This little game continued until everyone but Pietro had a full plate.

 

“Could you pass me the orange juice, please.” Marissa looked at Lance. He rolled his eyes at Pietro and reached across the table to hand it to her.

 

“I don't think so.” Pietro grabbed her wrist as she reached and snatched the orange juice from Lance. “I've had enough of Toad's little slut touching my food.” He squeezed her wrist so hard she winced. She tried to pull it back but he held it tightly.

 

“Let her go, Pietro.” Todd stood up.

 

“No. I don't think so.” He snapped. “It's one thing to have your fun with this little piece of street trash. But expecting me to eat something she's touched is just…just…” Pietro fumbled for the right word as he deliberately ground the girl's thin bones in his hand. “Disgusting.”

 

“Pietro! Come on man. You eat with Toad and Blob every day. Nothin's more disgusting than that. What's your deal?” Lance grabbed for the orange juice, but Pietro wasn't done.

 

“Toad…at least is one of us. This…” He jerked Marissa's arm hard enough to pull her half out of her chair. “Isn't.”

 

“Get your hands off my girl!” Todd shot his tongue out to wrap around Pietro's wrist. Marissa looked at him and blanched. His face had gone pale again and his eyes were filmed over. Pietro recoiled, letting her go. Lance backed his chair from the table and stood up and Wanda sat speechless. Fred paused in his eating and scowled.

 

“Todd?” Marissa rose slowly. “Come on. It's O.K. Really.” She placed a tentative hand on his shoulder. The strange film blinked, briefly revealing the yellow of his eyes before covering them again. He released Pietro, but continued to glare at him.

 

“Since you asked…It takes about five minutes for someone with a normal metabolism to suffocate. But, yours isn't normal is it, Pietro?” His voice was cold and distant.

 

“Is that a threat?” Pietro rubbed at his wrist, and backed away a step.

 

“No. It's not. Right, Todd?” Marissa tugged at his arm. The film blinked again and he glanced at her. He'd frightened her again. He tried to relax.

 

“No. But you should think about it, yo. I have.” He put a possessive arm around Marissa and pressed her back into her seat. Then he pulled his chair closer and sat down next to her, so close their thighs touched.

 

“Just sit down and eat, Pietro.” Wanda was the first to regain her composure. Lance was still looking back and forth between Todd and Marissa.

 

“It's about time Todd grew a spine, if you ask me.” Lance shrugged and sat back down.

 

“I didn't ask you.” Pietro tugged his chair further away from the girl and began to pile food onto his plate at super speed. Marissa shot quick, nervous glances at him out of the corner of her eye.

 

“Good. I don't like all this arguing. It's bad for the digestion.” Fred observed between mouthfuls. But the looks he gave Todd and Marissa were more thoughtful than usual.

 

When the meal was finished, Todd reluctantly returned Marissa to his room. He had to go to work. It was a crap job, junking dead cars, but it gave him some money of his own. Now that he had somebody to spend that money on, it took on a new importance.

 

Lance waited quietly outside while he said good-bye. He kissed Marissa repeatedly as she assured him again and again she'd be fine. He didn't trust Pietro and he could see that the bastard had actually bruised her wrist.

 

“I don't know what his problem is, yo.”

 

“I do. And there's really no help for it.” She shrugged.

 

“What's that?”

 

“He's jealous. I bet he's never made a girl scream his name.” She gave him that wicked grin again.

 

“Come on. We're gonna be late.” Lance opened the door. He held a set of keys in his hand. “Sorry. Wanda and Pietro don't agree on much, but they both say I gotta lock the door.”

 

“That's OK. I think I'm better staying out of their sight anyway.”

 

“Probably right.” Lance nodded. “Gonna leave a copy with Fred.”

 

“You're kidding me? Right?” Her eyes widened.

 

“Don't worry. Had a little chat with him. He'll behave.” He waved as he shut the door tightly behind Todd. Then the girl heard him locking the padlock mounted on the outside.

 

“This is going to be a long day.” She said to herself as she turned look at her prison.