X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Patience and Compassion ( Chapter 14 )

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.

 

I did it because I wanted to...but there is plot buried in all the sex, honest. These damned -- oops I mean darling -- rugrats need to go to a bed at a decent hour so that Mama and Daddy can have some quality time. Enjoy the fruits of my frustration folks.

 

Warnings: Yes...I did say sex...More Toad sex...oral sex...and I think I've strayed a bit into the d/s realm here and there. Some profanity. If I forgot something, consider it a bonus.

 

As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

 

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

 

<b>Chapter Fourteen: Patience and Compassion </b>

 

Remy's grip on her arm was firm as he led her quickly, not to her room, but to his. He pulled her inside and locked the door firmly. His room was dimly lit and dominated by a large bed against the far wall. Marissa was given no time to see much else as he turned to press her back against the wall, pinning her there for a maddeningly slow kiss. She groaned in frustration and began to tug on the hem of his uniform shirt. He chuckled into her mouth and caught her wrists in his hands.

 

“Slow down, cher.” He spoke quietly. “Is better if we don' rush, no?” Then he began to kiss her again with the same slow and thorough pace as before. He let go of her wrists and took her face in his hands. Marissa relaxed and let him set the pace, resting her hands against his chest, his body pressed against hers.

 

When he broke the kiss she felt dizzy.

 

“Touch me, petit.” He whispered into her ear as he kissed her neck. “Like this.” He pulled her farther into the room and began to slip his fingers beneath the edges of the uniform, teasing and stroking her skin with clever fingers. Marissa shivered, feeling goose bumps rise wherever his fingers went. She tried to match him, taking the time to feel the texture of his skin, savoring it.

 

“Tres bon…” Now his hands were sliding beneath her top, trailing across her ribs, pulling the garment upwards and finally off, tossing it aside. Then he stepped back just enough to tug his own off before returning to give her another of those slow kisses. Now her fingers could explore the lean hard contours of his chest and belly, reaching around him to stroke up and down his spine. His mouth trailed from her lips to her neck and he sighed into her skin as she hit a sensitive spot. His long fingers never stopped moving over her skin and she shivered under his touch.

 

“Kiss me. Here.” He took one of her hands and touched his jaw and slid it down his neck to his collarbone. “And here.” His eyes were strange red pools in the dim light as she looked up at him. She moved closer, stretching to brush her lips against his skin, feeling the slight roughness there and trailing her lips along the path he had shown her. The spicy scent of him surrounded her and his skin tasted of salt.

 

His hands dropped to her hips and he guided her backwards to the bed, pressing her down to sit on it. He dropped to his knees in front of her and began to kiss her again while he quickly stripped off her boots and socks. Marissa trailed caressing fingers through his hair and down his neck and across his shoulders. Then he rose and sat beside her to strip off his own boots. She rose to slip her pants off, and then moved to stand between his thighs, leaning down to kiss him. He drew his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

 

“You don' squirm away?” His lips tickled the tops of her breasts, following the edge of her bra.

 

“No.” Marissa ran her fingernails down his spine and he shivered a little. Then those arms pulled her even tighter and she found herself suddenly beneath him, back pressed against the cool white sheets. He pushed himself up to look at her, running a single finger along her cheek down her jaw and neck to follow the thin chain around her neck. He rubbed it across the little silver toad.

 

Then he pulled away just long enough to strip off the rest of his clothes. The dim light played off the hard lines of his body and again she was struck by the strange look of his eyes. He watched her a moment, his cock hard and twitching a little in time with his pulse. Then he knelt on the bed beside her and drew her up for another kiss, slipping his fingers around to unclasp her bra, pulling it free and sliding it down her arms slowly. He trailed kisses along her bare shoulders and his hands moved to mold and shape her small breasts rubbing and pinching the nipples until she began to moan open-mouthed.

 

“Touch me.” He guided her hand to his cock, moving it down the shaft to trail across his balls slowly and back. “Slowly.” He claimed her mouth again, his kiss deepening and becoming more urgent as she slowly caressed the hard flesh in her hand. His hands began to move, one trailing down to stroke her through the cloth of her panties. She groaned as he slowly rubbed across her clit and her already aching pussy.

 

“God…Remy…please…” She couldn't seem to help the way her hips were rocking against him, instinctively groping for more contact.

 

“Remy gon' teach you patience…dat your first lesson.” He pushed her back on the bed, lying against her side, pinning one leg with his own. His hand never stopping its slow, teasing stroking. His erection pressed against her hip and his lips nibbled at her neck then moved lower to take a hard nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked and rubbed across it. Marissa moaned, burying a hand in his hair, pulling and stroking it in encouragement.

 

Her breathing grew heavier and came in sobbing breaths as her body grew heated. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter under his hand. She began to shudder as she got close. Then his hand stilled, resting against her and she groaned with frustration.

 

He chuckled and kissed her, teasing her with tongue and lips as her hips rocked slightly against his palm. He moved his hand, slipping it down inside her panties, questing fingers reaching for her swollen clit, rubbing and pinching at it. She whimpered into his mouth. His fingers skimmed farther, finding her entrance, rubbing and teasing at the tender lips. He brought her close again…swallowing her frustrated groans and whimpers as if they were some sort of heady drink.

 

“Remy…please…” She pleaded when he let her breath again. He moved against her and then his hands were slipping her soaked panties off her hips and down her legs. He placed a heavy hand between her legs, pinching the lips closed and pressing firmly against her clit.

 

“This is mine...yes?”

 

“Yes, Remy.” She nearly sobbed her answer.

 

“An' Remy teach you?”

 

“Yes.” Her hips rocked against his hand. She swallowed hard at the heat in his demonic eyes.

 

“Den you will wait a little longer, petit.” His hands and mouth began to move over her body, seeming to touch everywhere at once. Everywhere except where she really needed it, wanted it. She reached for him, touching and kissing every bit she could reach. No longer thinking, just reacting, awash in the sensations.

 

Finally, his hand returned, rubbing and stroking. She shuddered under his touch, her body begging him for release as her mouth fed on his hungrily. He slipped a finger inside her and she rocked against his hand as he began a slow, teasing rhythm. He brought her close again and when he stopped, she lay against him shivering helplessly.

 

Then he was above her, spreading her legs wide, raising her hips to meet him as he pressed the head of his cock inside her. She moaned as she felt him enter her. When he'd only gone a few inches he stopped. One hand stroked and rubbed at her clit as the other held her straining hips still. She moaned and whimpered in frustration, looking up at him to see him watching her, his gaze intense.

 

“Now you come for Remy.” He grabbed her hips with both hands and thrust himself deeply inside her. Marissa screamed and her body arched beneath him, shaking her with the force of her release.

 

He began to thrust slowly and drew his arms around her, pulling her tight against him. Marissa held tightly to him, mouth seeking his warm skin, nipping at his neck and shoulder, trying to drive him into a faster rhythm. He stubbornly kept his slow pace until she began to shake against him. Then he sped up, driving her over the edge again. She screamed his name. He continued to thrust faster and harder, his rhythm becoming more urgent.

 

He muttered something in French that she didn't understand. Didn't care to since her body was shaking with another impending orgasm. She moaned loudly as he thrust hard, groaning when his cock jerked within her, forcing another shuddering climax from her. He thrust a few more times until she stopped shaking. Then he rolled over to lie beside her.

 

He leaned on his elbow and looked down at her, a smile playing at his lips. He ran a lazy finger from her lips all they way down to her still tingling clit and lay his hand against her wet pussy again.

 

“Patience…You remember dat.” He pinched the wet lips together and held them closed. “Remy have more lessons to teach. Body and mind.”

 

Marissa nodded silently, still breathless.

 

“Not all so pleasant. You want ever'ting?”

 

“Everything.” Marissa swallowed, hoping she wasn't making a mistake.

 

“We in agreement? Master and apprentice. Remy teach you all he can while you here and maybe after.”

 

“And I do whatever you want?”

 

“You learn what Remy teach you an' you belong to him. Until he release you.”

 

“What about Todd…and the Brotherhood?” She suddenly feared she'd made a mistake.

 

“Remy no fool…He don't try to keep you from dem.” He reached to touch the little silver toad again. “Body and mind. Remy don' ask for more.”

 

“All right. It's a deal.”

 

“Good. Now you go. More lessons tomorrow.” He rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling, head resting on his hands. “Don' care if you play wit' John. Or Piotr if you can crack de tin man. But you stay away from Victor. He play too rough.”

 

“I wasn't even thinking about going there.” Marissa rose from the bed and began to pull her clothes back on.

 

“Good.”

 

Marissa glanced at him over her shoulder as she left. That cool detachment was back and she wondered if he would figure out what she'd done.

 

White rook takes black bishop…she was really starting to get this chess thing. She stifled a giggle as a startled Peter caught her leaving Remy's room. She gave him a little smile and a wave and wondered idly…was Peter a rook or a knight? Hmm…

 

 

Todd was tired. It had been a long day at the junk yard and he was filthy and slimy. To top it off, he'd have to walk home. Lance was working late and couldn't pick him up…and of course Pietro had something more important to do. Like taking his pretty little girlfriend out…

 

Shit.

 

Marissa…what was going on with her anyway? Lance had hinted at some things he wasn't happy about. And she hadn't called in a couple of weeks. Did she not want to? Or couldn't she get to a phone? He was almost pissed about that. That she'd made plans with Lance without consulting him. He wasn't some stupid kid. Not anymore.

 

He was lost in thought, going on autopilot and at first he didn't see them…

 

“Hey you!” A large guy, tattooed from wrists right up to the back of his bald head blocked his path. “You that Toad guy?”

 

Shit.

 

“Looks like a Toad to me.” A voice to his left…a second guy, shaggy brown hair, wiry muscles showing under his sleeveless shirt.

 

“That's the one what was neckin' with `Rissa at the movies.” A third voice to his right, a black dude with cornrows and black t-shirt.

 

Fuck. A quick glance around showed him two more figures in the shadows.

 

“Yo! Don't want any trouble.” Todd held up his empty hands. “Just going home.”

 

“No. I don't think so. Salvador wants to talk to you.” The big guy pulled out a switchblade. Todd snatched the switchblade with his tongue, sending it spinning under a dumpster. Before he could do anything else, two bodies hit him from opposite sides, fists connecting with his jaw and his stomach. He fought them and for once he was glad he was all sweaty…their groping hands kept slipping right off his slimy skin.

 

But they weren't as dumb as they looked and they stopped trying to hold him and started hitting him. They surrounded him too close for him to leap away. The slime still helped a little, making their punches skim across his skin, except when they hit his torso.

 

It wouldn't take long to beat him into submission and he began to panic. He spit in the big guy's face and he went down clawing at the sticky goo. Some of the others backed away, freaking out, giving him enough room to leap away. Which he did, as fast as he could, adrenaline giving extra power to his legs. He didn't stop hopping until he could see the Boarding House, even though his legs ached and his lungs burned.

 

The adrenaline began to drain away. And he hurt. All over. He limped slowly down the driveway and climbed heavily up the steps to fumble with the door. His hands were still slimy and the handle kept slipping through his fingers. In frustration he leaned on the doorbell, too tired to deal with it further.

 

Wanda opened the door with a scowl, wrapped in a fuzzy old bathrobe.

 

“Oh my God! Todd!” She was beside him, pulling his arm over her shoulder and half carrying him inside. She leaned him against the wall as she locked the door behind them. “What happened? Who did this?”

 

“That fucker Salvador sent some dudes to pick me up. `Bout five or six…can I sit down, yo?” Wanda grabbed him again and helped him to the couch. She sat next to him, her expression anxious as she reached to touch his jaw where a dark shadow showed beneath the pale skin.

 

“Why?”

 

“Don't know, didn't stick around to ask. Ouch!” He flinched away from her curious fingers. Wanda's expression darkened and for a moment, Todd was reminded of her more…homicidal days.

 

“Where were they?”

 

“They caught me about a half mile from the junk yard. Wasn't paying attention to where I was going…I'm sure they're gone by now.” He caught her fingers, stopping their painful probing.

 

“Do you need a doctor?”

 

“No…been banged up worse, yo. People like to kick the Toad around.” He dropped her hand and looked down at his scuffed shoes. Why did people like to kick his ass so much anyway?

 

“Not anymore.” Wanda took his chin in her hand and turned him to look at her. Her eyes were dark and seemed to hold some sort of secret. He felt dizzy for a moment…and Wanda looked away from him. “Let's get you upstairs and cleaned up.”

 

Wanda helped him climb up the stairs slowly. He wondered idly why Wanda never seemed to have trouble holding on to him, even when he was all slimy. Maybe it was her power. She led him to the bathroom and began to run a tub full of warm water. She turned to help him undress as if he were a child.

 

This was different…Wanda's hands were gentle and careful as she stripped his clothes from him, running curious fingers over each bruise and scrape. When she spoke her voice was warm and soft. He'd never seen her quite like this…

 

Wanda helped him climb into the tub and shed her bathrobe, kneeling on the bath mat in her nightshirt. He blinked at her in confusion as she reached for a wash cloth and began to wash the dirt and slime from him slowly. She even poured water over his head and lathered him up, her strong fingers massaging his scalp.

 

“I…I can do this for myself, Wanda.” He protested, but didn't move to stop her. It was nice…really nice to have someone take care of him for a change.

 

“I know…But, I told `Riss I'd take care of you.” She covered his eyes with one hand as she carefully rinsed the shampoo out of his hair.

 

“I don't think this is what she meant, yo.”

 

“Are you sure?” A little smile seemed to be dancing at the edge of her lips and her eyes sparkled with secrets again.

 

“Well…no.” Todd reached for the washcloth but she held it out of his reach playfully. Wanda reached to wipe away a spot of dirt from the side of his neck and looked at him critically.

 

“I think that will do.” Wanda helped him out of the tub and insisted he stand still to let her dry him off. Todd obeyed, still befuddled by her unusual behavior. When he was dry she wrapped a towel around his waist. She stood close to him, studying his face.

 

Then she kissed him, her lips soft and warm and gentle on his bruised lips. He hesitated a second before returning it, a little surprised. It had always been the four of them, or the three of them, or Wanda and `Riss, or maybe `Riss and Lance…he wasn't sure about that. But, never just him and Wanda. He wanted to ask her why…but he was afraid she'd stop.

 

Wanda drew back and put his arm around her shoulder again, though he didn't really need the support now. She walked him down the hall and into her room and sat him on the bed. She locked the door quietly and returned to sit beside him.

 

“How are you feeling, now?”

 

“A little better.”

 

“Good.” She pushed him back onto the bed, her touch still gentle. Then she pulled off her nightshirt and lay next to him, naked. Once again she ran her fingers lightly over each mark that shone through his pale skin, this time her touch was more caressing than curious. His body was beginning to respond, forgetting its aches and pains. He reached to touch her, but she gently pushed his hands away.

 

“I'm going to take care of you, Todd.” She leaned over him to kiss him again, her mouth was sweet and careful. Her tongue licked at his swollen lip and she trailed feather light kisses along his bruised jaw. She tugged the towel away from his body and then her fingers were stroking lightly along the inside of his thighs, brushing the hair on his balls. Trailing softly along the underside of his hardening cock. He sighed and shifted slightly, opening his legs further. God that felt good.

 

Then Wanda's mouth began to move over his body, stopping to kiss a bruise there, lick a pebble-hard nipple there. She nibbled at the skin on his shoulder and kissed the sensitive skin below his navel. Todd sucked in a gasping breath as she moved lower and he could feel her breath warm on his straining dick. Her fingers gently stroked his balls, pulling lightly at the skin there, scratching carefully along the shaft.

 

Then she kissed the head and he groaned, his hips moving slightly in response. She wasn't really going to do that was she? Wanda? She rubbed her face against it like it was a little kitten, rubbing it across her lips before she gave it a teasing lick. Todd made a little noise, half plea, half moan. Then she opened her mouth, taking him into the warm wetness. She sucked at him, moving her mouth up and down, her fingers still teasing his balls. He gripped at the bedspread, balling it up in his fists, not daring to touch her. This wasn't his `Riss. This was Wanda…and Wanda never gave up control.

 

“Oh God…Wanda…” Her fingers moved lower, stroking the sensitive skin behind his balls and he shivered all over. She chuckled at the response, the vibration passing from her mouth into his cock. He groaned and tried to control the bucking of his hips. Wanda let his cock slide from her lips with a wet “pop.”

 

“See? It's good to let someone take care of you once in a while.” Todd nodded weakly, not knowing what to say. Wanda began to kiss her way back up his body, finally straddling his hips as her lips brushed his again. She kissed him with another one of those carefully gentle kisses, then shifted her hips to bring the head of his cock to rest against her wet entrance. She gave a little sigh as she slowly began to take him inside her, rising to rest her hands on his chest.

 

She was warm and wet and tight and when she began to rock against him he moved his hands to her hips. She smiled down at him and continued to rock her hips, letting him guide her gently, her breasts bouncing above him. Her face was flushed and her eyes seemed large and dark above him. She sighed and moaned softly, closing her eyes.

 

“Wanda…Oh God…” He could feel the pressure slowly building. He wanted to go faster, but Wanda fought his tentative urging, so he stopped. Wanda's moans became deeper and her rocking became erratic. Then she was clenching around him, mouth open, head thrown back, a wordless cry coming from her throat, her body arcing above him.

 

When it was over she relaxed, smiling down at him and began to rock her hips again, a little faster. His hands tightened on her hips and he began to thrust with her. It wasn't long before his climax crashed over him, driving his cock up into her, tearing a groan from his throat and leaving him stunned and panting. Wanda rocked against him a few more times, then let his softening dick slip free.

 

She lay beside him and kissed his shoulder, dark eyes watching his face. A little smile played at her lips, as if she found the whole thing amusing. Maybe she did. He rolled over and kissed her, not caring about his bruised lips. She let him explore her mouth, tongue stroking against his. Then he lay back, blinking at the ceiling.

 

“We'll have to tell Lance and Pietro when they get home.” Wanda snuggled up to him.

 

Todd groped with his sluggish thoughts for a moment…the attack, yeah. That's what she meant. Shit…that sucked. He should have been able to take them. Instead he'd gotten shit-kicked and had to run home with his tail between his legs.

 

“Magneto was right, yo. We suck….” He turned his head to look at her. She watched his face silently. “Gonna do something about that…gonna go see the X-Geeks tomorrow. See if they're serious about the `we're here for all mutants' shit.”

 

“My father isn't going to like that.”

 

“So what? Yo. Not like he's actually helping us…” Todd forgot for a moment that Wanda wanted…no needed to believe in Magneto.

 

“You're right. He's not.” Wanda trailed a black painted nail down his belly. “That's why Marissa's gone…” Todd looked at her in confusion. What did she mean? Was she talking sense or was this another trip into La La Land?

 

“When she gets back, it will all be better. I promise.” Wanda leaned over him and kissed him again. “Make sure you talk to Kitty…she's a softy. When she sees these, she'll just melt.” Wanda stroked his bruised lips and jaws.

 

“Yeah…right.” Todd snorted.

 

“You'll see.”