X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ A very long day. ( Chapter 3 )

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.

 

Welcome back! Warnings include: profanity, dirty laundry, bitch slapping, sexual tension, and even more Toad sex. I'm upping the squick factor just a tad. Heh heh.

 

Please see the first chapter for complete warnings for this piece.

 

<b>Chapter Three: A very long day. </b>

 

At noon, Marissa was startled by a knock on the door. It was quickly followed by a smiling Fred carrying a heavily loaded tray of food. She pushed a sweat-soaked curl of hair from her eyes for the hundredth time and dropped the armful of dirty laundry she had been attempting to sort. So far the piles were: clean enough to wear, almost too dirty to wear, dirty, and “oh my god, kill it before it breeds!”

 

“I brought you some lunch.”

 

“Is that all for me?” She approached cautiously, still not trusting Lance's assertion that the large man would keep his hands to himself.

 

“You're too thin.” He set the tray down carefully on the bed. “Besides, I like to cook.” He seemed to be waiting for something, so she sat down and picked up a sandwich.

 

“Looks really good. But I can't eat all of this by myself.”

 

“I wasn't sure what you liked.” He shrugged. “I…um…wanted to say I'm sorry. For um…you know.”

 

“Copping a feel or two?” It was surreal watching a man that large shuffle his feet like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He actually blushed?

 

“Yeah.”

 

“OK.” She took a bite of the sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. She swallowed. “I love peanut butter and jelly.” The big man smiled. “Want the other half?”

 

In the end, she ate maybe a third of the tray, slowly coaxing Fred into sharing tidbits about his housemates. Fred ate the rest happily. She was slowly building a picture of how this little kingdom worked. Aside from his complete lack of social skills, Fred wasn't such a bad character. Just lonely and not very bright.

 

“Hey Fred. I was wondering if maybe I could do some laundry.” She waved at the stacked piles of clothes.

 

“I dunno. I think Pietro might have a fit.”

 

“Oh, I'm pretty sure Pietro would `have a fit.'” They turned to see Pietro leaning on the doorjamb. Marissa suddenly found the cookie crumbs in her mouth dry and hard to swallow. “What. Are. You. Doing?”

 

“I brought her lunch.” Fred reached for the tray.

 

“I can see that!” Pietro tapped his foot impatiently. “Nevermind. Get out.”

 

“But, Lance said...”

 

“Who's in charge, here?” His voice was hard and icy.

 

“You are.”

 

“Go.” Fred took the tray and left the room, throwing a nervous glance over his shoulder. Pietro closed the door firmly behind him. He turned around and wrinkled his nose at the odor as he glanced around at the stacked clothes.

 

“What the hell is this?”

 

“I've been cleaning.” Marissa nervously pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees. How much longer before Todd came home?

 

“Cleaning? In here?” The idea seemed to surprise him so much that for a moment he appeared to forget why he had come.

 

“Yeah.” She tried again to brush her hair out of her eyes. “Just because I was sleeping behind a dumpster doesn't mean I actually want to live in one.”

 

“Unbelievable.” He shook his head and scowled at her.

 

“Um…Pietro…what is it you want?” She braced herself, uncertain of what to expect. She really did think the guy was a borderline psycho. Even if he wasn't she couldn't forget he was a mutant.

 

“I want you to get out.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“Go. Leave. Get out.” He pointed to the door. “Are you just too stupid to understand?”

 

“No. I understand.” Marissa drew a deep, shaky breath. “Why?”

 

“It doesn't matter why!” He seemed shocked that she would even question him.

 

“It does to me.” She hugged her knees tight and tried to keep her voice steady. Why was she hesitating anyway? Shouldn't she be jumping at the chance to get out of this nuthouse?

 

“I want you gone. I don't like you. It was all just a stupid joke.”

 

“Some joke. You kidnap me, threaten me, and chain me to some guy's bed for the night? Very funny, asshole.”

 

“You didn't seem to mind it all that much.” His face was suddenly mere inches from hers, eyes flashing and cheeks flushed with anger. “Oooh! Fuck me Toad! Fuck me!” He mocked her.

 

“It's `Oh! Fuck me *Todd*.' Dickhead.” He slapped her hard, she'd expected it and rolled with it, her cheek stinging. He followed her motion and flipped her onto her back and sat on her stomach, pinning her to the bed.

 

“You can't tell me you want to stay here and let that…that thing…drool all over you. What did he promise you to get you to put on that little performance, huh?”

 

“He promised to fuck my brains out. Over and over and over again.” O.K. That was stupid. She knew it as soon as the last word fell from her lips.

 

Pietro's jaw clenched and he began to slap her, again and again, hands so fast they were a blur. He was careful to leave no bruises. But he didn't stop until she stopped fighting and just lay sobbing beneath him.

 

“You want to stay so bad. OK. Stay then.” He sat back and watched her tears fall. “Go ahead. Clean this pig sty up.” He leaned close again. “But, if your boyfriend gets any more ideas, I won't just slap you around a little. Do you understand?”

 

“Yeah. I understand.” Then he was gone so fast it seemed impossible that he had been there at all. Except for the stinging of her face and the open door. She sat up slowly and pulled her knees to her chin and tried to stop the tears.

 

Why did she stay anyway? Yeah things had gotten so bad that she'd actually stolen that box of rubbers planning to stake out a corner and start turning tricks. But she hadn't yet worked up the nerve to try it and wound up sleeping behind a dumpster. Again.

 

Was it worth dodging Pietro and playing all these stupid games? Yeah, she'd traded sex for a place to stay before. And if she could have managed it, it would have been Lance, not Todd. But, that was before.

 

That was before the screaming, oh my god, can't take it anymore, wake up the next morning and want to do it all over again, sex. And Todd was so sweet, so eager to please she actually found herself wanting to snuggle instead of making excuses so she could wash off the sensation of being dirty, inside and out.

 

“So. Are you staying or what?” Wanda stood in the doorway, watching her. How long had she been standing there?

 

“Did you come to beat me up, too?” She sniffled.

 

“Hmmph.” Wanda strode over to the bed and stood in front of her. “Let me see.” She reached for Marissa's chin and tilted it upward, moving it back and forth. “I always hated that little trick.”

 

“I'm not too fond of it, myself.”

 

“Come on, the guys will be back soon. We don't want them to see you like this.” Wanda dropped her hand and backed away.

 

“Why?” Marissa sniffled again as she rose cautiously, not quite trusting Wanda's concern.

 

“Everyone knows Lance should be leading this bunch of misfits. Not Pietro. That's why he's so pissed. You've stirred things up.”

 

“It's not my fault.”

 

“No. It's mine.” Wanda turned and crossed her arms. “Those cuffs were mine - I'll admit I thought it would be funny. And Todd wouldn't hurt anything but a fly.” She gave a little smile.

 

“No. He wouldn't.” Wanda moved again, beckoning her to follow her into the bathroom and sat her down on the toilet. She picked up a wash cloth and wet it.

 

“Mostly, I wanted to keep you out of Pietro's way.” She began to press the cool cloth against Marissa's red cheeks, soothing the stinging welts. “And maybe Lance's too.”

 

“So?”

 

“So…Are you a hooker or just homeless?” Wanda's voice was quiet, her tone soft enough to take some of the sting out of the question.

 

“Things hadn't quite gotten that bad…yet.” Marissa flinched, more from the question than from the pressure on her cheek. Wanda pushed a curl of hair out of the way as she moved the cloth.

 

“You're not a junkie are you?” Wanda tapped her elbow to ask her to show her arms. Marissa extended both arms.

 

“No. I'm clean.”

 

“Good. `Cause if you were, Lance would boot you himself.” She looked thoughtfully at Marissa, brushing the sweaty curls from her forehead. “Too bad Todd's so possessive.”

 

“What?” Wanda's touch had gone past friendly and had become a caress as she smoothed back Marissa's hair.

 

“Do you really like him, `Rissa?”

 

“Yeah. I do.”

 

“Are you sure?” Wanda stroked her cheek and traced her lips with one black painted nail. “Lance and I were talking last night…”

 

“I'm sure.”

 

“All right. Then I'll make you a deal.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“You take good care of Todd. Keep him off my back, keep him happy. And I'll take care of Pietro.”

 

“And you and Lance?” Marissa swallowed as Wanda's fingers stroked her hair again.

 

“Won't have to tiptoe around anymore to save poor Todd's feelings.” Wanda leaned close and brushed Marissa's lips with her own. Then stood up and dropped the washcloth in the sink.

 

“Was he really that good?”

 

“Yeah. He was.”

 

“Keep the cuffs then.”

 

 

 

“Hey man, you OK?” Lance glanced over at his passenger, who'd been unusually quiet since he'd picked him up from the junk yard.

 

“You sure she's all right, Yo?” Todd tapped nervous fingers on the jeep's door.

 

“Sure. I straightened Fred out. As far as he's concerned she's hands off.”

 

“Not Fred I'm worried about.”

 

“That's why I left the key with Fred.”

 

“What if she leaves anyway?”

 

“Oh. Well…from the sound of things last night, I doubt she's going anywhere.” Lance pulled the jeep into the driveway. “By the way, man. What did you do?” Lance shut off the engine, and turned around to look at him.

 

“Heh. This tongue's good for more than just catching flies. Yo!” Toad bounded out of the jeep and hurried inside.

 

“Hey man! I've got the key.” Lance called after him, too late.

 

Todd bounded up the stairs, avoiding the broken steps without consciously thinking about it. When he saw his bedroom door open, he stopped. Suddenly he was afraid to go inside. Who had unlocked the door? Would she still be there? He stepped carefully inside and looked around.

 

First he saw the piles of clothes against the wall and next he saw the neatly made bed. Nervously he stepped around the foot of the bed and found her kneeling on the floor, reaching under the bed for something.

 

He must have made some noise because she suddenly sat up and turned to look up at him. The wary look she gave him quickly melted into a smile of relief and she stood up quickly.

 

“Yo! You all right, `Riss?”

 

“I'm fine.” She reached up to kiss him, but he caught her hands before she could touch him.

 

“Don't. I'm all slimy.” It was true. The junkyard was hot and he'd been working hard. He didn't exactly sweat … what oozed out of his pores was viscous and slick. “Let me get a shower…” He was stopped by her lips on his, warm and insistent.

 

He groaned as her mouth opened and her tongue tasted his lips. She took the opening and soon he forgot about everything else as their tongues danced together. He let go of her hands and slipped one hand behind her head and the other around her waist. She reached for his neck to pull him closer…and her hand slipped.

 

“I'm sorry…” He let go of her and stepped back.

 

“You weren't kidding about the slimy, huh?” She looked at the stuff on her hand in fascination.

 

“No. It's part of…of all this.” He made an awkward gesture indicating his mutation. “I don't really sweat. I kind of…ooze.” He blushed. “Just…Let me get clean, yo.”

 

“I'm not exactly shower fresh myself.” She wiped her hand on her t-shirt. Only then did he notice the dirt on her clothes and the sweat-damp curls on her forehead. And the smudge on her cheek.

 

“Why don't we get even dirtier before we clean up?” She gave him another one of her wicked grins and grabbed him by the shirt to pull him down for another hungry kiss. Neither one of them noticed Lance quietly pulling the bedroom door shut, leaving them alone.

 

Todd reached for her again, holding her face tightly as he kissed her deeply. She responded hungrily, her hands moving to pull up his t-shirt, rubbing against his slippery skin. He broke the kiss long enough to yank the shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. He started to pull her towards the bed.

 

“Nuh-uh. Floor.” She grabbed his hands and guided them to her waist. He moved closer and pulled her shirt upwards, sliding his palms along her ribs as he went. He slipped the shirt over her head. Her hands had returned to stroking his chest and his ribs, skimming over the slick skin, rubbing the viscous stuff between her fingers. He traced the outline of her bra with his fingers before tugging down the straps so that he could kiss her bare shoulders. She reached behind herself to unhook it and let it fall to her feet.

 

“Jeez, `Riss.” He muttered as her hands began to tug at the fly of his pants. He caught up her hands and held them as he kissed her mouth again, harder this time. Then he pressed her downwards to the floor. He couldn't believe how hot she was or how fucking good it felt to have her hands sliding all over him.

 

He kicked his shoes off and shucked his pants as she lowered herself to the floor and pulled off her shoes. He paused to grab a condom from the nightstand before crouching down beside her. He sat it on the floor a few feet away. Then he reached for her, grabbing the waistband of her jeans and unbuttoning them. He jerked them downwards and she wriggled to help him slide them off her hips.

 

“I want to see it.” She reached a hand and rubbed his hardening cock through his boxers. The fabric stuck to his slick skin and he peeled them off eagerly. His erection throbbed and bobbed as he crouched beside her again and she rubbed a slick palm against it. He groaned.

 

“God I want to fuck you.” He moved to straddle her hips and leaned over her, letting his slick skin slide across hers. She gasped under him and reached for him. He rubbed his cock against her panties and she moaned, her hands sliding all over his back and ribs, as if seeking something to grip. He leaned down and kissed her again and now she let her hands fall to the floor to either side of her head. He moved his hands to pin hers down and continued to kiss her, sliding the whole length of his body against her. She groaned and kissed him harder when he broke the kiss she was gasping.

 

He reached between their bodies to pull her panties down. The fabric bunched and stuck to itself as it scraped its way down her legs. She reached for him again, her hands slipping and sliding over his skin. She spread the stuff on her breasts, making them slick, stroking and kneading them. He watched for a moment, mesmerized by the glistening flesh.

 

“I want you to fuck me, Todd. Fuck me hard.” Her tone was low and urgent and sent a throbbing excitement all the way through him.

 

Impatiently he used his tongue to snatch the condom and tried to rip it open, slick fingers, slipping on the foil. He grabbed her t-shirt and wiped his fingers off. Then he opened it and slid it on. Marissa's hands never stopped moving across her breasts, down her belly to slide between her legs and back up to her breasts, rubbing and massaging all the while.

 

He grabbed her ankles now and pulled her to him. She squealed as he pushed her thighs upwards, kneeling between them. He grabbed her hips firmly and plunged himself into her hot wetness. She arched into his thrust with a cry. He began to drive hard into her, pressing her hard into the floor. Their bodies were slick and he held tightly to her hips to keep her from sliding away from him. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist as he continued to pound into her.

 

“More. More. Oh God! Harder!” She moaned, back arching and hands grasping, trying to find some hand hold as he thrust ever harder, grunting with the effort. Her slick hands slid across the floor, leaving wet trails before she returned them to her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples. As their bodies glided across each other it was almost as if his entire body was sliding in and out of her. He felt her contract around him as her body shuddered beneath him and she called out his name. A few more thrusts and he was groaning and gasping as he came deep inside her, pulling her to him with all his strength as if he could merge with her completely.

 

They lay panting together for a few moments before he rolled away and slipped off the condom.

 

“You are nuts, `Riss.”

 

“Probably…Oh my god. I am so slimy…” She mopped at the slime on her belly with her hand and turned her palm over to examine it. “You could bottle this stuff and sell it as lubricant. Whee!” She slid a playful hand along her belly and flicked some of the slime in his direction.

 

“Heh. Be a top seller, Yo!” He grinned at her. “Shower now?”

 

“Yes!”