X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Making Friends ( Chapter 4 )

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 to the Boarding House folks. Warnings include but not limited to: S-E-X, voyeurism, exhibitionism, f/f slash, bondage. If I give you all the warnings, then I'll give away all the fun! BTW: Next chapter will give some insight into Marissa's past and will focus more on plot.

 

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

 

<b>Chapter Four: Making Friends </b>

 

After a squirmy, giggly, joint shower, Todd and Marissa headed downstairs to join the others. Lance had ordered pizza and they joined Fred on the couch to watch movies on the stolen DVD player. Lance and Wanda curled up together on one of the beat up old armchairs and Pietro lounged in the other. Marissa glanced at Pietro nervously from time to time, but he ignored her completely.

 

Todd scowled once at Wanda and Lance, but Marissa snuggled closer to him, blowing softly on his neck. He pulled her closer and ran his fingers through her hair, playfully pulling out her scrunchie and tucking it in his pocket.

 

“Pest.” She whispered. In response he ruffled her hair, causing her curls to tumble into her eyes. As Todd turned his attention to the movie, Marissa caught an approving nod from Wanda. By the end of the second movie, Lance and Wanda wandered off to bed and Marissa was yawning. She let Todd lead her upstairs. She was too sleepy for more than a few kisses and they curled up together and slept.

 

Over the next few weeks, the Brotherhood adjusted to their new resident. Slowly, her efforts at cleaning up Todd's room spilled out into the shared bathroom. By the third day, she was helping Fred in the kitchen, keeping everything spotless. By the second week, Marissa had cleaned up the living room and was intent on repairing the broken staircase, enlisting Lance's aid. A few days later Wanda recruited her for a shopping trip, having noticed she was wearing Todd's outgrown clothes. They returned loaded with packages.

 

All this while, Pietro ignored her when he could, never speaking to her. But there were no more overt displays of hostility. In fact, he often spent much of the evenings out of the house, making it easier to avoid him. Marissa wondered what Wanda had said to him, but didn't have the nerve to ask. The other girl had been more than generous. Marissa couldn't shake the feeling that she might have to pay up sometime.

 

Todd walked around in a happy fog these days. Marissa's playful affection and hungry desire seemed dreamlike to him. He was relieved that she seemed to be making friends and it was hard to be angry at Wanda and Lance anymore. He was eager to take `Rissa out and show her around, usually doubling with Wanda and Lance, since he had no wheels of his own. He seemed oblivious to the shocked and sometimes openly hostile stares he and Marissa received. Marissa, however, missed nothing and stuck close to her companions.

 

There was an awkward moment when they encountered a group of the “X-Geeks” as Todd called them. One of the girls got upset about seeing Lance and Wanda being a little touchy-feely at the local burger place. Lance brushed her off coldly when she tried to question him about exactly when he'd started “fooling around” with Wanda. The girl then stalked off, grabbing the guy with the German accent and dragging him with her.

 

“Ex-girlfriend.” Was Lance's explanation. As he watched the German guy wrap his arm around her waist possessively, he pointed at them. “Kitty never would admit something was going on with her and Kurt. Best friends my ass.”

 

Wanda had merely laughed, nodding and smiling at the rest of the “X-Geeks” across the room. Todd shrugged and ordered a milkshake. Marissa made a mental note to ask about them later.

 

A few nights later, Todd and Marissa lounged on the couch together to watch a movie, having the house to themselves for a change. Lance and Wanda pulled up in the jeep outside and then came in a few moments later. Without a word, Lance picked up Marissa's feet and sat down on the couch, settling her feet back down across his lap. When she started to pull her legs up, he placed a firm hand across her shins, but said nothing, just watched the screen. Wanda circled around to perch on the arm of the couch beside Todd. He blinked yellow eyes at her as she reached to brush a lock of hair back from his face.

 

“Hey Wanda. What's up, yo?” Wanda was leaning very close and he could smell her perfume. Marissa turned her head to look back and forth between the Wanda and Lance and felt a knot of nervousness coil in her belly.

 

“I've been thinking…” Wanda continued to run black-lacquered nails through Todd's clean and shining hair. Since Marissa had moved in, he'd become meticulous about his hygiene. “I haven't exactly been fair to you. Have I?” Todd licked his lips nervously and glanced at Marissa before answering.

 

“It's O.K. I'm over it, yo.” His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed and he tightened his grip around Marissa's waist.

 

“I've been watching you with Marissa, here. I never suspected that you could be…well…like this.” Her fingers trailed downwards from his hair to rest on the back of his neck, where she kneaded the flesh lightly.

 

“What?” Todd started a bit. “I…I…Marissa's my girl…” Todd was getting quite confused. Wanda had never, ever, touched him like that. And that she would do it in front of Marissa and Lance was just…insane.

 

“Relax.” Wanda continued to knead his neck and shifted her seat a little on the couch arm so that her skirt rode up slightly, baring a fishnet covered thigh. “I'm just…curious. You know these walls are pretty thin…”

 

“Wanda. I don't think…” Marissa began to protest. Lance's grip on her shins tightened slightly, then there was an approving little pat when she fell silent.

 

“Shh…” Wanda moved her hand to grasp Todd's chin and turned his face up to look at her. “I want to see just what it is that you do to make her scream.” Todd's jaw dropped open as he struggled to come up with some response. His heart pounded and he knew Marissa had to be able to feel his dick getting hard between them.

 

“I…um…don't know…” He tried to pull away to look at Marissa. Was she angry? Was she turned on? Freaked out? Or what? She wasn't saying anything, but her hands covered his and squeezed. Wanda wouldn't release him and kept his gaze on her face.

 

“I want to see you do it again. Watch you.” She licked her lips and glanced at Marissa and Lance before continuing. “If I like what I see…maybe I'll let you try it on me.”

 

“Wanda…Christ!” He tore his chin from her grip and looked at Marissa's face. Her eyes were wide and almost frightened. He followed her gaze to where Lance held her legs across his lap. Lance was no longer pretending to watch the movie, instead he was studying Marissa's face.

 

“Todd?” Marissa whispered. He wasn't sure if she wanted him to say yes or no. Or if he liked the way Lance was looking at her.

 

“What about him?” Todd nodded at the still silent Lance.

 

“Lance would like to watch, too. He won't touch her if you don't want him to.”

 

“Don't seem quite right, yo.” Todd rolled it over in his head. Why didn't Marissa say anything?

 

Wanda moved from her perch on the sofa and knelt in front of Marissa. She reached to trace a finger along the other girl's cheekbone and to trace her lips. Wanda leaned in close, watching Todd's face from the corner of her eye until she could no longer hold the eye contact. Then she closed her eyes and kissed Marissa slowly.

 

Todd held his breath as he watched Wanda tease the girl's mouth open and coax her into returning the kiss. Marissa's hands drifted from their place on Todd's and reached hesitantly to rest on Wanda's arms, as if not quite certain whether to push her away or pull her closer. When Wanda broke the kiss at last, she looked up at Todd. His gaze was heated and his grip around Marissa's waist was white-knuckled.

 

Marissa slowly opened her eyes and licked her lips, glancing from Wanda's face to Todd's, then to Lance's. Lance's eyes were dark and unreadable, but she could feel the pressure of his erection beneath her calves as well as Todd's behind her.

 

“What if…can I say no?” Marissa asked uncertainly, looking at Wanda.

 

“No one will force you to do anything you don't want to `Riss.” Lance responded quietly. Marissa shot him a nervous glance and he smiled at her reassuringly.

 

“You don't want to say no do you, Marissa?” Wanda focused her gaze on the girl and Marissa shivered slightly.

 

“No. I don't.” She didn't, not yet. How far would this game go?

 

Wanda smiled, first at Marissa, then at Todd. She rose and offered her hand to Todd as Lance reached to scoop Marissa into his lap. Todd followed her quietly as she led him toward the stairs. Lance gave Marissa a quick hug before pushing her to her feet and taking her by the arm to lead her up the stairs.

 

Upstairs, Wanda led Todd into her bedroom and he looked around curiously as he passed the forbidden threshold. The windows were hung with old fashioned velvet drapes and a large four poster bed dominated the room. Wanda led him to the far side of the bed as Lance brought Marissa inside. Lance shut the door firmly behind him and locked it, never letting go of Marissa's arm.

 

“Get undressed.” Wanda ordered and began to move around the room, turning on her stereo and the bedside lamps. Todd hesitated, then began to pull off his shirt. He tried to squelch his self-doubts and just go with it.

 

Lance pulled a heavy chair in front of the door before turning to Marissa. He raised her arms in the air silently, then pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. Marissa could smell his cologne as he leaned over her and she felt disoriented. Lance then sat down and pulled her into his lap to take off her shoes and socks. She let him do this as she watched Todd undressing and Wanda pulling out a set of leather cuffs.

 

“Wait a minute…” Marissa began to protest and Lance pulled her close so he could whisper in her ear.

 

“It's O.K `Riss. It'll be more comfortable than those handcuffs were.” It was all part of the game, then? Marissa began to relax again as Lance pushed her forward to unhook her bra and pull it off. Then he stood her up so that he could pull her jeans and panties down her legs, holding her carefully as she stepped out of them. His touch was firm and reassuring throughout.

 

When she turned around, Todd was already sitting on the bed, naked, watching her. Wanda had kicked off her heels and loosened the buttons of her blouse and was tethering the cuffs to the head of the bed. Lance took Marissa by the arm again and led her to the bed, gently pushing her down on it. As Wanda backed away to let Lance fix the cuffs to the other girl's wrists, she paused to skim her fingernails along Todd's spine, making him shiver.

 

When Lance was finished, he withdrew to sit on the chair in front of the door. Wanda sat on the edge of the bed to observe as she waved to Todd to begin.

 

Todd glanced uneasily at his audience, then at Marissa. She looked nervous and pulled experimentally at the cuffs before giving him a little smile. He moved to lie beside her and began to kiss her and stroke her ribs and belly. Marissa sighed into his kisses and moved against him enticingly. He thought he'd have trouble performing in front of the others, but knowing they were watching seemed to add a new level of excitement. Todd rubbed his erection against her hip as he began to squeeze and mold her small breasts with his hands. He moved downwards to suck each hardened nipple for a moment.

 

Todd then kissed his way further downwards, glancing now and again at Marissa's face and at Wanda. She crept closer, her blouse now open to the waist, revealing a lacy black bra beneath. Todd could smell her perfume mixing with the scent of Marissa's arousal. As he kissed the first wisp of hair he glanced up to see Wanda's hands reaching to cup and knead Marissa's breasts. Wanda's eyes were on him and he moved lower to lick at Marissa's clit, making her buck and moan. When he looked up again, Wanda was pulling her blouse off and tossing it aside.

 

“Come on Todd. Make her scream.” Wanda lay beside Marissa letting her hands wander across the bound girl's writhing body.

 

“Don't rush me.” Todd muttered, then moved upward to kiss Marissa's lips once more, taking his time. He was a little nervous under Wanda's intense gaze. Wanda seemed to sense this and reached to bury her hand in his hair and pulled him over for a brief kiss, her lips soft and warm against his.

 

“Do it your way then.” Wanda pushed him back gently. Todd kissed Marissa again, savoring the different taste of the two girls' lips.

 

Todd moved downwards kissing his way to Marissa's navel. There he stopped, kneading and stroking Marissa's breasts. Then he extended his tongue slowly, letting it snake between their bodies downward until it scraped across her clit. Marissa gasped and moved under him as he sent his seeking tongue further. He found the wet folds of her entrance and began to trace them with his agile tongue, all the while letting it writhe and scrape across her clit. Marissa bucked under him and he let go of her breasts to reach downwards and push her legs a little farther apart.

 

“Oh God! More…” Marissa pleaded and Wanda made a small sound of encouragement. Todd was momentarily distracted by the creaking of a chair as Lance shifted his weight to see better. He had almost forgotten the other man's quiet presence. He glanced again at Wanda who had somehow managed to shed her skirt without his noticing, revealing a pair of black satin panties beneath the fishnets. Wanda lay close to Marissa stroking and teasing the other girl's nipples.

 

Todd closed his eyes to concentrate on what he was doing. He pressed his tongue farther, slipping it inside her, lapping at the wetness. Marissa groaned and tried to press against his tongue, seeking more contact. He pressed more and more of his tongue inside her, listening to her squeals and moans. Then he began to thrust and roll his tongue inside her and she began to writhe under him.

 

“OGodOGodOGod!” He glanced up at Wanda and was shocked to see her hands on her own naked breasts, pinching and pulling at the nipples. He pressed his tongue a little further and Marissa arched beneath him and shouted his name. He pressed her thighs a little further apart and began again. Marissa bucked and writhed under his tongue and her shouts were muffled. When he looked up, he saw Wanda kissing her fiercely, almost seeming to drink in the other girl's cries. He worked his tongue even faster and Marissa shuddered again, screaming into Wanda's hungry mouth.

 

“Good girl.” Wanda drew back and examined Marissa's flushed face, reaching down to tug gently on Todd's hair. Todd looked up and retracted his tongue slowly, causing Marissa to moan and gasp quietly. He pushed himself up to look at Wanda.

 

“My turn, now.” Wanda slid her hose and panties slowly down her legs as Todd watched in disbelief. He didn't notice Lance's presence until the man sat on the bed to remove the cuffs from their tether, leaving Marissa's wrists still joined. Todd started to object as Lance gathered Marissa into his arms. The other man was now naked and made no effort to hide his arousal as he rested Marissa's head on his shoulder. Marissa was quiet and pliant in his hands.

 

“Lance won't hurt her.” Wanda reached for him, pulling him close. “Kiss me. I want to taste her.” Then her lips were on his and he forgot what he was going to say. Wanda's mouth was hot and hungry against his, sucking Marissa's juices from his lips and tongue.

 

Lance rose with Marissa cradled against his chest and carried her to the chair. He sat her in his lap and turned her face up to kiss her slowly. Marissa was soft and yielding under his lips. He turned her around to face the bed, leaning her head against his shoulder.

 

“Watch them.” His voice was pitched low so that only she could hear it. She could feel his erection beneath her, pressing against her ass. His lips brushed her neck and one hand moved slowly to cradle her breast while the other gently pressed her thighs apart. She shivered slightly as his warm breath tickled the hairs on the back of her neck.

 

On the bed, Wanda had pulled Todd down beside her and was kissing him deeply. Todd's face was flushed and when he glanced at Marissa, his gaze was heavy-lidded. When Wanda released him, Todd began to explore her body with mouth and tongue. Wanda's moans were husky with desire.

 

“Listen to them.” Lance murmured in her ear. “Do you think she'll scream for him?” His hand moved between her thighs, stroking slowly, strong fingers searching for the little nub of flesh there. Marissa made a little sound of agreement that turned into a moan as he found her clit and began to toy with the already sensitive bit of flesh. When his fingers dipped a bit lower, she moaned louder.

 

“Shh…” Lance hushed her and the hand cradling her breast moved to cover her mouth. He held her tightly as his fingers began to explore her in earnest. On the bed, Todd crouched now between Wanda's thighs, his eyes closed in concentration as he pleasured her. Wanda's moans were growing louder and wilder as he worked. A flush covered the pale skin of Wanda's chest and face and her black painted nails flashed as she pulled and rubbed at her nipples.

 

“Isn't she beautiful?” He whispered into Marissa's ear. “I love to watch a woman come.” His fingers began to thrust inside her, a calloused thumb rubbing against her clit. Wanda gave a low shuddering cry as she reached her orgasm. Marissa groaned behind Lance's hand as her body began to stiffen.

 

“Come for me, Marissa.” He whispered into her ear. “You are so beautiful when you come.” Marissa shuddered against him, her cries muffled behind his hand, her bound hands balled into fists before her. He stilled his hand for a moment as she rested limply against him. He turned her face so that he could kiss her again, slowly and deliberately. Then he rested her head on his shoulder again.

 

On the bed, Wanda was now straddling Todd's thighs, his cock in her hand. Todd groaned loudly as she pumped it slowly. Wanda leaned down to murmur something in his ear, her hand never stopping. Todd's response was a breathless “yes.”

 

“I want you.” Lance murmured in Marissa's ear and now he was gently opening her hands, placing a small foil packet in her palm. He nuzzled her neck, sending shivers through her as she turned the packet over in her hand nervously. He held her gently, slowly caressing her thighs and kissing her neck as she considered.

 

She looked again at the two on the bed. Wanda was gradually lowering herself onto Todd's cock and then began to ride him slowly. Todd gasped and called Wanda's name over and over again, his voice low and hoarse with need. Wanda continued to murmur to him, her voice rising and falling with the rhythm of her strokes, but never quite loud enough to make out the words.

 

Marissa carefully tore open the little packet. Lance shifted her in his lap until she could slip it over his cock. He gasped a little as she touched him and when he moved her again, his touch was more urgent. He shifted in the chair, lifting her hips so that he could slip his cock inside her with a groan. He leaned her back against him, still watching the two on the bed as he began to move her slowly up and down on his cock. He lifted her thighs to hook them over the arms of the chair, leaving her open to his fingers as he thrust slowly into her.

 

Marissa leaned back against Lance, panting as she watched Wanda riding Todd deliberately, teasing him. Todd's eyes were closed and his eyebrows were drawn as he groaned. When Wanda raked her nails down his chest he cried out wordlessly.

 

Lance groaned in her ear as his clever fingers pinched and rubbed her clit. Again he covered her mouth to muffle her cries. Her thighs trembled as she tried to move with him, but she could only lay still in his grasp as he fucked her slowly.

 

Todd was moaning now, pleading for release. Wanda chuckled, refusing to speed up her pace. Todd's hand's gripped her hips and tried to urge her into a faster rhythm, but she only grinned wickedly.

 

“Marissa…” Lance murmured into her ear as his pace began to quicken. She shuddered against him with another orgasm, moaning into his hand. Marissa reached down with her bound hands, pressing against his hand, pleading for more.

 

Wanda had begun to ride Todd hard, her breasts bouncing. Todd called her name, gasping. He gripped her hips and thrust upwards, grunting with the effort.

 

Beneath Marissa, Lance was now gasping, his hands pressing her hard against him at each thrust. She squealed and moaned, meeting his thrusts as well as her position allowed. From the bed she could hear Wanda's and Todd's cries as they came, first Wanda then Todd a breath later.

 

“Yessss…” Lance hissed in her ear as he thrust once more, driving his cock deep inside her. He held her tightly as his hips jerked under her, breath rasping as he came. Marissa lay limp in his arms, waiting for her breath to return. After a moment, Lance gently unhooked her thighs from the arms of the chair and turned her around so that he could kiss her again. Then he silently unshackled her wrists.

 

A few moments later, Lance carried a sleepy Marissa to Todd's room and tucked her into the bed as Wanda gave Todd one last kiss in the doorway. Then they left, smirking at Pietro as he came up the stairs.

 

“I don't want to know.” Pietro said as he let himself in his room and locked the door.