X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Confirmation and Compensation ( Chapter 23 )

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 another exciting chapter of...Well, I hope it's exciting, don't you? Hate to think you've gotten this far only to be bored!

 

Warnings: More sex! A little profanity. Questionable morals. Twinkies.

 

As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

 

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

 

<b>Chapter Twenty Three: Confirmation and Compensation </b>

 

Todd stared at Pietro in disbelief.

 

“Marissa did what?”

 

“She arranged for somebody to get Salvador out of our hair.” Pietro repeated it again.

 

“How?”

 

“She didn't say. And I'm not going to ask.” Pietro crossed his arms and sniffed impatiently.

 

The two least disturbing photos sat on the coffee table where everyone could see them.

 

“Sabertooth did this.” Lance added with conviction.

 

“Sabertooth? Why would Sabertooth do anything for us?” Todd was still dumbfounded at the idea.

 

“Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Todd.” Wanda picked up one of the photos and wrinkled her nose in disgust. “This is good news. Really good news.”

 

“Yes. It is.” Pietro scowled impatiently. “Sabertooth did this freelance. My father doesn't know…Won't know as long as we all stick to the same story.”

 

“I still don't understand…” Todd was shushed by Wanda and Lance.

 

“The official story is, we went in and kicked Salvador's ass. Any injuries we can't explain were caused by his men turning on him. And…there's one more thing.”

 

Pietro vanished in a blur, leaving them hanging. Then he returned at a human pace dragging a thin, frightened looking blonde down the stairs. He stopped at the foot of the stairs and gave her a little shove forward. She stumbled awkwardly.

 

“This is Angie. She used to be with Salvador's gang. She's asking us for protection. Aren't you?” Pietro's voice dripped venom and everyone but Fred looked at him strangely. Fred just looked curious.

 

“Y…Yes. Protection. Right.” The young woman wrung her hands nervously, looking from face to face.

 

“Since Todd won out the last time we had a…guest. It's Fred's turn to play.” Pietro gave her a too-hearty slap on the shoulder and she flinched.

 

“Come on, Pietro. That wasn't funny the first time…” Lance began to protest.

 

“Oh. I'm not joking. Am I Angie?”

 

“No…No, Sir. So…um…which one of you is Fred?” When Fred raised his hand, she blanched, but managed a shaky smile.

 

“Can I talk to you upstairs, Pietro?” Wanda's tone was icy.

 

“Sure…In fact, why don't we all give these two a few minutes alone?” He gave Angie another little shove and a smirk. “Don't be shy.”

 

The rest of the Brotherhood crowded upstairs in Wanda's bedroom since it was the largest.

 

“What the hell are you doing, Pietro?” Wanda was pissed. “I thought once was enough. It was just plain luck that things worked out with Marissa and Todd.”

 

“Yeah. That's fucking nuts…How long do you think it'll be before Rogue starts asking questions? Or your girlfriend?” Lance was right on her heels.

 

“This is stupid, yo! Freddy'll kill her.” Todd was genuinely afraid that Fred might hurt a girl if he ever tried to…Well…do what he was going to want to do.

 

“Shut up and listen! All of you.” Pietro held up both hands.

 

“First…This was actually Marissa's idea. That…whore…downstairs is the bitch that set her up. She's also the one that drugged me. Marissa's letter said she used to be one of her best friends…So she's getting one last chance.”

 

“Marissa? What letter?” Pietro shut Todd up with another glare.

 

“Second…Angie agreed to it. Since the alternative was going back on the streets where she'll be a sitting duck. Sabertooth used her to take those photos and to do all the crap he didn't feel like doing to keep the bastard alive. They'll want her dead.”

 

“What about Fred, yo? He don't know his own strength.”

 

“That's her lookout. She's tougher than she looks. If she survived a couple of weeks with Sabertooth, she should be able to handle Fred.”

 

“Weeks?” Lance looked sick.

 

“Yeah. Weeks.” Pietro gave them a cold smile. “Fred ought to look pretty good to her after that.”

 

“Don't you think Daddy might have a problem with us bringing in another normal?”

 

“Not this time…She's our proof that we took care of Salvador and his gang. As long as we all stick to the `official' story. But we'll keep things pretty quiet anyway.”

 

He looked at them all waiting for more objections, when he didn't get any, he clapped his hands once.

 

“Now…Let's go downstairs and eat that dinner that Fred was nice enough to make for us.”

 

Downstairs they found the blonde curled up on the couch next to Fred. Fred was feeding her Twinkies and watching her suck the cream filling from his thick fingers with a sort of incredulous fascination. The look on her face was almost orgasmic and the way her tongue was moving over Fred's fingers was almost pornographic.

 

“I…uh…Don't think I'll ever think of Twinkies the same way again.” Lance murmured as they filed into the kitchen.

 

“Tell me about it, yo.” Todd shook his head.

 

“Don't get any ideas, kiddies.” Pietro turned to wag a finger at them. “Nobody touches her but Fred.”

 

“Who says?” Wanda scowled at him.

 

“Me.” Pietro stared her down.

 

“She's really not my type anyway.” Wanda shrugged after a moment. “Could someone please pass the garlic bread?”

 

 

Victor was back. He'd given her a quick nod and a toothy smile as he passed her in the corridor on his way to Magneto's office. So when she found him waiting for her in her room that afternoon, she wasn't particularly surprised. She just shut the door and locked it securely behind her.

 

“Job's done…” She squelched the nervous trill of fear that crept down her spine as she took the empty chair.

 

“You got some proof?”

 

“Yep. Pictures and video. That Angie broad's pretty good with a camera.” He had brought that DVD player again and a small stack of photos. “Can't leave `em wit' ya though. Boss might find `em.”

 

“No problem…” She reached for the stack of photos and began to flip through them, her face unreadable. But, inside her guts were twisting. She had imagined what Victor could do, but seeing it was something else altogether. “Did Pietro get his copies?”

 

“Yep.” He hit the play button on the DVD player and images sprang to life. The terrified wreck on the screen had Salvador's face. “Delivered `em yesterday. Along wit' yer skinny friend.” Her face went pale and she swallowed hard several times as she watched. Victor had put on quite a show with the son of a bitch. It was a wonder that Salvador had survived.

 

“Ya ain't gotta be scared of that bastard anymore.” Her eyes rested on Victor for a moment before returning to the screen. She nodded slowly and cleared her throat.

 

“And his men? Did you kill anyone?”

 

“Didn't kill nobody. Scared `em shitless. Shouldn't cause ya any more trouble.”

 

“Good. I want the Brotherhood's hands to stay clean.” The video was over and he closed the case. She never wanted to see those images again, but she suspected they would be there the next time she closed her eyes.

 

“Ya all right?”

 

“Yeah.” She blinked in surprise at his expression of concern. “So…um…When did you want to collect the rest of your fee?”

 

“Soon. Tonight mebbe if the boss don't keep me busy…But, first, I wanted ta thank ya.”

 

“Thank me?” She was staring at the black case; the images were still playing across her imagination.

 

“Yeah. Boss don't let me cut loose like that. Was fun. Been a long time.”

 

“Fun?” Now he had her full attention.

 

“Yeah. Fun. Sick of all this surveillance shit. Like ta get out and get my claws dirty.”

 

“Guess that must get boring.” She was getting nervous. Now she had seen just how brutal Victor could be and she still had promised him two more nights…

 

“Brought ya something. Coupla somethings actually.” He pulled out another stack of photos. These were of the Brotherhood, nothing special, just her friends going about their daily lives. Well, nothing special to anyone except her. “Ya can keep those.”

 

“Thanks, Victor.” She held the stack of photos against her chest. Was he really being nice, or trying to up his fee? Victor and nice just didn't go together did they?

 

Victor gathered the evidence he'd collected and dropped them into a leather briefcase. Then he reached under the desk and pulled out a large flat white box.

 

“Ya been a real lady `bout all this…So's I thought ya might want ta look the part.”

 

Marissa stood and opened the box curiously. Beneath the tissue paper was a mass of wine colored silk. She pulled the garment from the box and draped it against her body, running curious fingers over the textured fabric. The gown was cut in an asian style with a mandarin collar and thigh high slits. In the bottom of the box was a matching pair of soft slippers and a few ornamental hair pins.

 

“It's beautiful, Victor. I've never worn anything like this.” She couldn't resist moving about with it a little, wondering how it would feel against her skin. “But, won't Magneto want to know why you're giving it to me?”

 

“I'm as free ta court ya as any of the others.”

 

“Is that why you're giving it to me?”

 

“Nah…I ain't no family man.”

 

“How'd you know my sizes?”

 

“That Angie broad—she don't shut up unless you shut her up.”

 

“Yeah. She's like that.” She folded the dress carefully back in its box. “Thank you Victor.”

 

“Ain't nothing…Just like ta show the rest of `em how to treat a lady.” He grinned at her. Then she surprised him by walking around the desk and slipping her arms around his neck to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

 

“Thanks, Victor. For everything.” Funny, as he sat there with that stunned look on his face, he didn't seem quite so frightening any more.

 

 

Speaking of stunned…The looks on their faces were well worth the hour she'd spent fiddling with her hair. Magneto had wanted another of those formal dinners, so she decided she'd make use of Victor's gifts. She felt like a queen, and from their reactions thought she might have looked like one, too. Or at least a lady, like Victor had said.

 

She took her seat between Peter and Magneto without speaking. She felt all their eyes on her and couldn't resist a little smile as she unfolded her napkin and draped it across her lap. Magneto cleared his throat before speaking.

 

“Good evening, Marissa.”

 

“Good evening.” She rested her hands in her lap and waited as the platters began their slow rounds.

 

“Is that a new gown, my dear?” Magneto's tone was hard to read.

 

“Yes. Victor gave it to me.” No point in lying. Especially when Victor had assured her it would be O.K. She reached for the platter in front of her, beginning to fill her plate. A quick glance showed her that all eyes were now on Victor.

 

“Thought she might like ta have something pretty ta wear.” He shrugged and speared a piece of chicken with his fork. Magneto raised an eyebrow at that.

 

“Indeed.” Magneto gave her an appraising look. “It is very becoming, Marissa.”

 

“Thank you.” As the others fumbled to make small talk, Marissa was tempted to ask Magneto about going home. But, she wasn't sure she was supposed to know anything about Salvador's defeat. So she kept quiet, only speaking to answer the occasional question sent her way.

 

When everyone was finished, Magneto cleared his throat again. When he had everyone's attention, he spoke.

 

“Marissa, I have some news for you. It appears the Brotherhood has finally managed to remove the threat of Salvador and his men.”

 

“Does that mean I can go home?”

 

“In time.”

 

“What does that mean?” Marissa frowned. No changing the rules at the last minute, damn it.

 

“I have one more set of lessons for you. And some preparations I wish the Brotherhood to make before you return. Unless you have changed your mind about staying?”

 

“No. I'm going home.”

 

“Very well. When you return to your workstation, you will find a new menu of subjects. Study them.”

 

“What are they?”

 

“Business, finances, public relations…A few others I believe you will find useful.”

 

“To do what?”

 

“To put your dream in motion, child. To build your legacy. I simply have a few more preparations to make before sending you home.”

 

“No tricks?”

 

“No tricks. Apply yourself well. I have invested a large sum of money in this venture and I will expect a significant financial return.”

 

“And my first born child.”

 

“In a manner of speaking…Yes.”

 

 

After dinner, Victor escorted her to his quarters, firmly brushing aside Peter's questions. Remy and John had better sense than to voice any objections. Magneto merely watched the little drama with cold amusement from his place at the table.

 

“Ya look good tonight.” He rested one hand on the small of her back as they walked down the corridors.

 

“Thanks…I feel good. This dress is…just incredible.” Her pulse was starting to quicken as they got closer and her palms began to sweat.

 

“Relax. I ain't hurt you yet.” He unlocked his door and ushered her inside.

 

“I…um…Sorry.” She stood uncertainly a few feet inside the door. Would it be the same as the first time? She'd hardly been able to move the next day. She watched him nervously as he moved around the room, switching on a stereo she hadn't noticed before and turning down the lights.

 

“I'd take ya out fer a night on the town if I thought the boss would let me.” Then he returned for her and reached for her hand to pull her into the center of the room.

 

“What? Like on a date?” She followed him slowly…So far this wasn't what she was expecting.

 

“Sure…Ya make a nice piece of arm candy in that outfit. Dinner…Dancing…Maybe some drinks.” He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, and began to move with the music.

 

“I didn't know you danced.” And they were dancing. To something slow with a pulsing beat.

 

“I'm older than I look. I done a lotta things.”

 

“I'm surprised…Pleasantly surprised.”

 

He smiled and continued to guide her across the floor, making slow lazy circles. She began to relax into the rhythm. This was different from the sort of bump and grind she'd done for Salvador and his boys. Or even the more tame stuff that went on at parties.

 

“Fellas don't dance wit ya much?”

 

“No. Not like this.” The music slowed down and he pulled her a little closer until she could feel his body moving against hers. They were silent for a while. When the music stopped he gently tugged her towards the armchair. He sat down on it and pulled her into his lap.

 

“No rough stuff tonight. Had enough of that lately.” He stroked her cheek with his knuckles, tucking his claws out of the way.

 

“Good. `Cause what you showed me…That was kind of scary.”

 

“Was whatcha wanted wasn't it? Ya ain't regrettin' it are ya?” He continued stroking her face slowly.

 

“I…don't know. I regret that it needed to be done. But, not that I asked for it.”

 

“Ain't the first time ya done somethin' like this is it?”

 

“I've never ordered someone broken or killed before…But, I planned a lot of Salvador's moves for him. Way back when I thought he actually cared about me. Before he started using me as a party favor.” She plucked at the buttons of his shirt, not looking at him.

 

“Hmm…Thought so.” He pulled her chin upwards until she looked at him. “He shoulda never done that. Ya's too smart fer that.”

 

“If I were smart…I wouldn't be here…” She noted the small scowl that passed over his face. “I don't mean you…I mean here, with Magneto.”

 

“Didn't think ya meant me.” He shifted a little and pulled her a little closer, resting her head on his shoulder. He began pulling the pins from her hair, letting it fall freely. “Ya ain't scared of me now?”

 

“Should I be?” She snuggled into his bulk, wondering at herself.

 

“No. Leastways not tonight.” He ran his fingers through her hair slowly, tickling the back of her neck with the tips of his claws. She shivered a little. When he seemed in no hurry to do anything else, she shifted in his lap, turning until she straddled his thighs.

 

Marissa leaned forward and kissed his lips. She nibbled at his lower lip as she pulled at the buttons of his shirt. He continued to play with her hair as his mouth opened under hers. He let her explore his mouth slowly, running a curious tongue over his sharp teeth. She pulled his shirt open and began to stroke his chest slowly, listening to the low rumbling noise coming from inside it. She could feel the vibration in her fingertips.

 

His touch was still slow and gentle as he cupped her face with his hands and deepened the kiss. When he let her go, her hands slid lower, following the hard contours of his belly to his belt. She began to unfasten his belt, but he stopped her, covering her hand with his own.

 

“Let me do that. Take that pretty dress off fer me. Nice and slow.” When he pulled his hand back, she slipped from his lap and stood before him. She ran her hands down the front of her dress, smoothing the fabric over her curves before reaching for the zipper. She pulled the zipper down slowly, taking her time, watching his face.

 

Victor began pulling his clothing off, his eyes never leaving her. By the time she slipped the silky fabric over her head, he was standing in front of her. His naked bulk dwarfed her slim form and she swallowed as she looked again on his hardened cock. She remembered how large it had felt and how she had hurt the last time. She continued to strip, pulling off her bra and slipping her panties down her hips and finally kicking off the soft slippers.

 

He reached for her, picking her up easily and draping her arms around his neck. He kissed her again slowly as he carried her to the bed. He set her down gently and lay beside her, kissing and stroking her carefully. He pressed her back on the bed as his mouth found her breasts, sucking and licking at them while he reached between her legs to stroke across her clit with his fingertips.

 

Marissa moaned and sighed beneath him and her hands caressed his shoulders and smoothed back his hair. The rumbling was growing louder now. He left her breasts and kissed her again, a little more roughly. She returned his kiss hungrily and ground her hips against his fingers. He pulled away just enough to speak.

 

“Don' wanna hurt ya, gonna do this the easy way.” Then he rolled over and pulled the tube of lubricant out. He took the time to work some carefully into her entrance, making her groan a little before smoothing some on his cock. Then he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of his body.

 

Marissa took the hint and reached between them to guide his slick cock as she carefully lowered herself onto him. He put his hands on her hips to steady her as she slid down. She exhaled slowly as she felt herself being filled, the flesh almost burning as it stretched.

 

“Yes…” He hissed under her as she began to move. At first she moved slowly, but as her own juices mixed with the lubricant, she moved faster. His rumbling grew even louder and she grunted and moaned as she drove herself on his cock. His hands were firm on her hips, the claws just touching her skin. He guided her hips into a faster rhythm as he began to thrust upwards into her. She began to squeal and gasp as she got closer and closer.

 

“God…Yer so tight…So damned hot…” The words came out in a growl. She was panting now, beads of sweat breaking out on her back. Suddenly she arched above him, throwing her head back as her orgasm crashed over her. He held her hips tightly as he continued to thrust into her, excited by the feel of her clenching around him and the wordless cry that came from her throat.

 

Then she fell forward onto his chest, letting him move her body as she rested passively for a moment. She kissed his chest and rubbed her face against the muscles before pushing herself upwards again to meet his thrusts. Soon she was gasping again.

 

“Victor…Oh…God…” She panted when another wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Her clenching muscles seemed to wrench a deep growl from his chest as he came hard. His cock twitched and pulsed as it released its load into her body. He held her still until it was over. Then he gently pushed her aside, letting his still hard cock slip free.

 

He rolled over and pulled her close for a slow, lazy kiss. Then he wrapped his arms around her and pillowed her head on his shoulder. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his dick and he rumbled again.

 

“Did you want to go again?” She stroked him slowly, letting the slick flesh slide through her fingers.

 

“Not yet…Don't wanna wear ya out.” She kept stroking him lazily and the rumbling continued. She sped up a little and his breathing became raspy.

 

“I'm not worn out yet.”

 

“No. I guess yer not.” She shifted a little against him until her other hand could reach his balls. As she cupped them and pulled at them gently, the rumbling grew louder again. She continued her efforts, speeding up slowly. Now his hips were moving gently in time with her hands and he was gasping. She could feel his heart racing under her cheek.

 

“I want to watch you come.” She pulled away a little and sat up so that she could watch his face.

 

“Ya seen me come…”

 

“Not like this…I was too busy to watch before.” Now she was working him in earnest, her eyes fixed on his face. He grinned up at her, then closed his eyes as she tickled the underside of his sack with her fingernails. She squeezed his balls gently and pumped his cock vigorously, letting the head slip back and forth between her fingers.

 

Victor growled, his teeth bared and his eyes closed as his balls tightened. His hips bucked, driving his dick in her hands. Then he groaned loudly as his cock jerked in her hand, shooting sticky white come all over her hand and his belly. His head was thrown back against the pillow, his expression intense, almost as if in pain. Then he relaxed, his breathing slowing gradually before he opened his eyes.

 

“Like what ya see?” He grinned up at her. She giggled.

 

“Yep. You looked…Hot…Wild…I don't know how to say it. But, I liked it.”

 

“Humph…Yer a funny one.” He reached to the floor beside the bed and pulled up a towel, using it to clean himself off before giving it to her. He seemed vaguely pleased.

 

“Take a break, now?”

 

“Sure…” He pulled her down beside him, this time pinning her arms against her body. “Yer gonna need yer rest. I ain't done with ya yet.” He held her until they both drifted off to sleep.