X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Conversations ( Chapter 11 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
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 chapter touches on my three main POV's. Pietro, Todd, and Marissa. Some not-quite-gratuitous sex. Back when I collected comics my first "love" was the New Mutants. So I definitely have a soft spot for Rahne. I really wish the show had made more use of her and her teammates.
Warnings: Sex. A little profanity. Rahne might be considered under age where you live. Where I live, the age of consent is sixteen for both genders. It would probably be eighteen in “Bayville.”
Please see the first chapter for complete warnings for this piece.
<b>Chapter Eleven: Conversations </b>
At least they didn't have to hide anymore. Pietro waited in the Institute's courtyard astride his motorcycle, ignoring the curious and sometimes hostile stares of Rahne's teammates. Jubilee had gone inside to fetch her and he fiddled with his helmet, wondering if he should bother trying to make small talk with her friends. When Rahne emerged with her friend, she looked a little pensive, but then she smiled and he could see nothing else. God was she beautiful!
“Pietro!” She walked past her friends and stood beside him, tugging his sleeve until he leaned down for a quick kiss. “I canna wait to get out o' here.” Then she climbed on board behind him, ignoring the disgusted noises her friends were making. They put on their helmets and she wrapped her arms tightly around him, snuggling up to his back.
“You have her home by curfew, buddy!” Roberto shouted. “Or we'll come looking for you!” Pietro gunned the motor to drown them out. Then they were through the gates, alone on the road. He could feel her hands sliding beneath his shirt, running teasing nails across his belly. He grinned beneath his helmet.
They left town quickly, Rahne loved to ride behind him. And on days like this, when the unseen moon was full, she liked to tease him. She pressed her breasts against him, dropping one hand to scratch against the fabric of his jeans. He was tempted to speed up - there was a room waiting for them. The key was in his pocket. Her hand roamed farther and he grunted - they'd be going straight to that room then. But he slowed down a little, seeing how far she'd go, trusting his fast reflexes to keep them out of trouble.
Her fingernails scratched up and down his thigh, then traveled a little higher and inwards. She pressed even closer to him as she reached to stroke the growing bulge in his jeans. He felt rather than heard her chuckle as she laid a warm palm against it, then squeezed gently. He sped up again, anxious now to get off the bike. Her hand remained where it was, sometimes squeezing, sometimes stroking, always warm.
When they pulled up at the little roadside inn, he felt a little guilty. She deserved better, but his father didn't give him much spending money. And now that he was going to be going to school full time, it wasn't like he'd have the time to actually earn any. The best thing about this place was the price.
He barely had time to put down his keys and pull off his jacket before she was on him. Her mouth was hungry and tasted of mint. And her skin was creamy pale and silky. He pulled her shirt and bra away quickly, just slow enough to keep from tearing them. This first time would be quick. She was too worked up to go slow. He pushed her toward the bed so he could pull his own clothes off. She landed with a soft thump and a growl. But when he looked again she was slithering out of her jeans.
Her green eyes glittered and her pale cheeks were flushed. She lounged across the stained bedspread and looked him over hungrily. He let his eyes travel over the cool pale curves of her body. Skin so light you could trace the blue pathways that carried her life's blood. Skin that he itched to touch and caress. But not right now. This was Rahne the wolf and if she didn't get what she wanted soon, there'd be hell to pay.
He zipped to the bed and flipped her onto her back quickly, enjoying her little gasp of surprise. Then he was kissing her hard, parting her legs with his thigh, rubbing hard against her wetness. She growled and scraped her fingernails across his shoulders, grinding herself harder against him. He made her wait a little, grabbing her hands and pinning them down, moving his lips to her breasts, sucking greedily at the hard nubs, biting gently at the soft mounds. She moaned and growled at him.
“Tell me what you want.” He teased.
“Pietro you bastard! You know what I want.” She growled again and writhed under him, pelvis grinding against his thigh.
“I want to hear you say it.” He chuckled against her skin as he bit her shoulder. She growled again.
“Fuck me! Goddamn you, Pietro!”
In answer he kicked her legs further apart and shifted his weight. She drew her legs around his hips as he plunged himself into her. Then they were moving, bodies crashing together. He let go of her wrists and she clutched at his shoulders, marking his pale skin with livid red lines. He hissed and thrust harder. He held himself just out of reach of her mouth, knowing she'd bite him bloody if he let her. He was panting as he drove himself hard. Rahne began to shake beneath him, coming with a harsh cry that was half moan, half howl.
God he loved that sound - she only did that at these times. It sent spikes of pleasure through him and he felt his own orgasm rushing towards him. Now he let her pull him close, let her claim his mouth with hungry kisses as he drove himself over the edge. He came with a groan and lay still in her arms for a timeless moment.
He pulled away just a little. Now she would let him caress her, touch her face, stroke her hair. Tell her she was beautiful. For the moment, the wolf was gone and it was only Rahne, sweet and soft and gentle.
He loved the wolf - it was the wolf that had wanted him, had sought him out under the full moon. Had nearly dragged him off behind the bleachers at Bayville High. And when the wolf was gone, there had been sweet, shy, vulnerable Rahne - who had proceeded to do to his heart what the wolf had done to his body. If he loved the wolf, then he cherished Rahne.
The second time was slow and gentle and sweet. And afterwards they lay tangled together, just looking at each other. A shadow seemed to cross her eyes and she sighed.
“Something wrong?”
“Some bad news, love.”
“What?”
“The Professor ha' called off the search. He says we are needed elsewhere.” Pietro studied her face for a moment. There was something else.
“That's not all of it.”
“No.” She reached out to brush a strand of white hair from his forehead. “Someone told me folks about ye. There's talk o' sending me home. Moira says you're naught but a common thief, an I shouldna' have anything to do wit' ye.”
“Can they make you go?”
“I canna stay without the Professor's support.”
“Would it help if you told them I'm about to start college? Wanda and I start classes next week.”
“Maybe…When did ye decide to go back to school?” She propped herself up on one elbow to look at him.
“My father…persuaded us. He's paying for it.”
“Magneto…is sending ye to school?” Pietro nodded silently. “What's the catch…how did he `persuade' ye?”
“He…took…Marissa.” Pietro couldn't meet her eyes.
“He what!?!”
“He said it's to keep her safe until we take care of that Salvador guy.”
“Are ye' daft? You canna believe that!”
“No. I don't.”
“Christ! Why didna ye call me?”
“He came with all of his men - there wasn't a chance to call anyone. If we had fought them, it would have been a massacre.”
“And what are ye doin' now? We shouldna be here foolin' around…”
“Listen Rahne…just listen.” He did his best to explain why they hadn't tried to mount a rescue. To explain that it was Marissa herself that had vetoed the heroic route. Rahne didn't like it any better than Todd had. But he saw Marissa's point. If it came to a full out battle, people would get hurt. People like Marissa and Todd. People like Rahne.
He'd rather see her on a plane back to Scotland than see what would happen to her if she got involved. Maybe he should tell her to go before his father found out about her. But then if he knew about Marissa, it was probably too late anyway.
That last thought was too frightening to think about and he pulled Rahne close again, stifling her objections with his lips. Chasing away her doubts with his hands as he coaxed her into making love one more time before he had to get her home. If only it was that easy to silence his own.
About a week after Rahne's announcement that they were on their own, Magneto showed up. Lance and Wanda were out on a date. They had offered to take Todd with them, but he'd felt like they should have some real “couple time.” Fred had just started a job at the local diner, so it was just him and Pietro.
Todd answered the door, and blanched paler than usual when he found himself face to face with Magneto. The look the man gave him made him feel like a bug under a microscope. Behind Magneto loomed Sabertooth. Gambit lounged against the side of the limo and he thought he saw the big Russian behind the steering wheel. He saw no sign of Marissa or Pyro, but Magneto didn't give him much chance to look. He brushed Todd aside and walked into the living room as if he owned the place. Oh yeah, he kind of did, didn't he?
“Where is my son?”
“He's um...upstairs. Want me to go get him?”
“Please.” Todd fled upstairs to fetch Pietro. The young man was in his room studying.
“Yo! Pietro! Your old man is here.” Todd knocked on the open door for good measure. Pietro started violently, dropping the heavy text he was reading with a thump.
“Shit. What does he want now?” Pietro grumbled as he stood and straightened his clothes nervously.
“Don't know. Didn't say. Ask him about Marissa, yo.” Todd fidgeted nervously.
“Chill out. I will. Just…Be quiet, all right?”
“Yeah. Whatever.” Todd followed him downstairs.
“Father? I wasn't expecting you.” Magneto was sitting in one of the armchairs with his hands folded in front of him. Sabertooth was stalking restlessly around the room.
“I thought I should take the time to check on your progress.”
“Ask him about Marissa…” Todd hissed at him. Pietro waved him off behind his back and Todd circled around to perch on the far end of the couch
“We're doing fine. Wanda and I started classes this week.” Pietro sat stiffly in the second armchair. He glanced at Todd and Todd nodded at him pointedly. “We...wanted to know how Marissa was doing.”
“She is safe and doing well in her studies. I hope you are applying yourself as well.”
“Classes have just started. I was studying when you came in.” Pietro frowned. “When do you think she could come home?”
“Have you made any progress in neutralizing this Salvador character?”
“Things are going a little slow since the Institute folks pulled out of the search.” Pietro rubbed his palms nervously on the arms of his chair. “Look, Father, this is really not fair. Not to Todd or Wanda or any of us.”
“Sending you to school is unfair? It is costing me a good deal of money to send you and your sister to school. And I assure you, Marissa is receiving a better education than that school can provide.”
“Come on, Wanda's not here. Cut the act. We all know you're using her as a hostage. I think even Wanda knows it somewhere in that cracked skull of hers.”
“Very well. Marissa will be released when you have taken care of her foster-brother and his men. And when I am satisfied that you *all* are making some effort to better yourselves. If she wishes to return.”
“Why wouldn't she?” Todd blurted out.
“It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind, isn't it?” Magneto gave him a cold smile.
“She wouldn't.” Todd asserted.
“That remains to be seen. She seems to be one to make the most of her opportunities. I think I may find her quite useful in the future.” Todd sputtered, but fell silent at a growl from Sabretooth.
“Now Pietro, I wanted to ask you about this young woman, Rahne Sinclair.” Pietro blanched as white as his hair.
“What about her?”
“I asked Marissa if you were seeing her. She claimed she didn't know. Are you?”
“What if I am?”
“Don't look so alarmed, Pietro. I am just curious.” Magneto raised a cautioning hand.
“Last time you were `curious' you took one of my people.” Pietro snapped.
“Pietro…”
“Oh no. Every time one of us actually finds a little bit of happiness…finds something…normal…You swoop in and take it away or find some other way to wreck it!”
Pietro rose to his feet, his face flushed. Sabretooth advanced, but Magneto waved him away. Todd swallowed nervously. Maybe he should leave…
“I was not intending to do anything to this young woman. I am merely concerned…”
“No. Not this time. If you were any kind of real father…A father at all…You'd be happy for me. Rahne is a nice girl. A really, nice girl.”
“Pietro. You will not raise your voice to me!” Magneto stood up.
“Yes I will! You arrogant, egomaniacal, insane excuse for a father!”
“Yo! Pietro! I don't think…” Todd started to panic - if Pietro pissed Magneto off what would happen to Marissa?
“Silence!”
“Shut up!” Todd flinched as father and son yelled at him in unison.
“O…Kay…This is me going outside…” Todd hopped quickly to the front door to make his escape. Behind him he could still hear their angry voices.
“You will not do to me what you're doing to Todd and Wanda!”
“What does Wanda have to do with this?”
“She's half in love with `Riss too. When it finally sinks through that fantasyland you put in her skull, she's gonna blow.”
“In love? Are you saying…” Todd hopped away quickly, not wanting to hear how Magneto would take that bit of news. And Holy Shit! He hoped Pietro wouldn't tell Magneto everything. Pietro picked a hell of a time to be a rebel.
He stood in the driveway with no idea where to go. Didn't seem right to abandon Pietro, but he sure as fuck wasn't going back in there right now.
“Trouble?” The voice caught him by surprise. The sun had set and Gambit's figure blended into the dark shape of the limo, making him nearly invisible.
“They're…um…talking…sort of.” Todd moved a little closer until he could make out the taller man's features.
“De boss, he don' talk. He give orders.”
“Yeah. Pietro's just like him.” Gambit chuckled in the darkness. It occurred to Todd he might be able to get some answers from the man. At least Gambit hadn't told him to shut up.
“Do you ever see Marissa?”
“Yes. Gambit show her how to defend herself.” Gambit shifted his weight against the car.
“How is she?”
“She learn fast. She tough.”
“I mean…how is she feeling?”
“Gambit her teacher…we don' talk `bout such tings.” He felt the man's strange eyes studying him in the thin moonlight. “He `tink she lonely, scared.”
“Did…was...Magneto serious about giving her to…one of you?” Todd's voice cracked, but he got it all out and waited anxiously for the answer. What if this was the man Magneto wanted to give her to? He shuffled his feet nervously. Gambit seemed to be thinking about the question.
“Magneto, he did some tests. She drugged an' don' remember. Gambit `tinks he see something dere. Some `ting he don' want to waste.”
“And he thinks she'd be wasted with me.”
“Oui.” Gambit shifted again, eyes roaming over the Boarding House's dark silhouette before returning to Todd's face.
“She still wants to come home doesn't she?”
“Gambit `tink so.”
Todd fumbled in his pocket. He pulled out a small green jewel box.
“Could you give her something for me?”
“Perhaps.” Gambit held out his hand for the box. He opened it. Inside lay a silver pendant in the shape of a toad with yellow flecks for eyes. Todd had put it on layaway before Marissa was snatched and hadn't had the heart to cancel it. Gambit pulled it out of the box and let it dangle by its fragile chain, watching the moonlight play across it.
“Please.”
“Dere a message?” Gambit replaced the silver toad in its box and tucked it in his pocket.
“I um…just want her to come home.” Todd was never good with words. He wished he could come up with something better. “I miss her.” He shrugged.
“Look like it time to go.” Gambit cautioned him and straightened up. Magneto and Sabretooth were walking down the steps.
“You'll give it to her, right?”
“Oui. You should go. Boss look mighty hot.” Gambit stepped aside, opening the door to the limo. Todd moved away quickly, putting some distance between himself and the Cajun. Magneto climbed into the limo without a word, the dome light illuminating his scowl. Sabertooth and Gambit climbed in after him and the limo pulled away in a spray of gravel.
Todd headed inside. Pietro was nowhere to be seen but there was a light under his door. Todd tried knocking but all he heard was the sound the door being locked.
“Talk to you later, yo!” Todd looked at the door for a long moment, and then went downstairs to wait for the others. He hoped Lance and Wanda were feeling like company tonight. He sure as hell didn't want to be alone.
Marissa woke from a confusing mishmash of dreams - flashes of those demonic red on black eyes and visions of Todd's yellow ones. Her body still tingled with the lingering sensuality of it. Damn that Remy. He'd started something she didn't want to deal with right now. Sex was a tool…a commodity. Not something you just did for the hell of it. Not here, not now.
Remy was probably going to be pissed after what happened yesterday. She hadn't seen him for the rest of the day. Even Peter had noticed she was distracted and had scolded her for it. Kind of funny that…even though he was so big…now that she'd gotten used to him…she couldn't imagine him actually punishing her for anything. It was kind of cute to see him trying to be the stern schoolmaster…and there it goes again. Stop it.
She shook it off and went through her morning routine, seeing no one except a sleepy Pyro fumbling with a box of cereal in the kitchen. When she wished him a good morning he mumbled something unintelligible and waved at her. After she'd eaten she headed to the gym.
She waited for a good ten minutes past the time they usually began, but Remy didn't show. He wouldn't skip a training session because he was pissed would he? On the good chance that he would follow through on his threat to beat her for slacking, she started to go through her routine, alone. She was almost finished when she heard a voice behind her.
“You're starting to look like him.” She whirled around to see Pyro leaning against the doorway, wide awake now, wearing an abbreviated version of his costume. That usually meant he was in a mood to play with his fire figures.
“Don't be making those fire things in here. Remy'll have a cow if you scorch the mats.”
“Boss said I should keep an eye on ya.” He flipped open his lighter and blew a stream of fire from it to form a life size replica of Gambit. The flame Gambit began to move, copying Marissa's routine. Pyro moved further into the room and the figure moved with him. “Everybody's gone walkabout.”
“Gone where?” Marissa backed away from the flaming figure - she could feel the heat.
“Need to know…And you don't.” Pyro frowned and flame Gambit split into two, reforming into a half-sized Gambit and a copy of herself. The two figures moved in unison for a moment, then began to mock battle one another. Marissa watched, fascinated.
“You've been watching us.” Marissa looked around the room…Mirrors…some of them were probably one-way mirrors. Pyro giggled, whether at her comment or at his puppet show, she wasn't sure. His figures were startlingly real and she did begin to see what he meant.
“You mean I'm starting to move like him.”
“Maybe.” The two figures suddenly merged and Marissa was looking into her own face. “Do you like it?” An idea began to form in her mind…she needed some sort of edge here. She was playing so far out of her league it wasn't funny.
“It's brilliant. Really, Pyro.” She circled around the figure studying it - studying herself as Pyro saw her.
“It is?” Pyro moved closer to study it, waved a hand through the figure's chest without being burned. Then he reached as if to touch its cheek. Then it shrank down and winked out. “But, it's not real.” He turned to look at her.
“My name is John, by the way.” He offered his hand to her as if they'd just met. She took it cautiously, it was warm and dry.
“All right then, John.” She dropped his hand with a nervous smile. How long was she going to be left alone with looney-tunes here? “I think I'm done here. Gonna go hit the shower.”
“Good onya.” He gave her a little wave as she left for her room and that shower. She heard him giggle again and squared her shoulders, refusing to look back and see what amused him this time.