X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Condoms and Awkward Conversation ( Chapter 24 )

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... How do you have sex with the Blob? Not a problem. Especially if you're experienced.

 

And because I find awkward conversations highly amusing...I've put poor Todd and Peter in an uncomfortable situation. Love them dudes...can't you tell?

 

Warnings: Blob sex...that does sound gross doesn't it? But, it's not. Really. Oral sex. A few swear words. Oh yeah! Twinkies. I must be hungry...

 

As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

 

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

 

Chapter Twenty Four: Condoms and Awkward Conversation

 

They were still on the couch because Fred had no idea what to do next. They had polished off the Twinkies…No. She had polished off the Twinkies, sucking every bit of cream and golden sponge cake from his fingers. Then they had gone into the kitchen to join the others for dinner. Afterwards everyone else disappeared upstairs. Pietro wouldn't even let him do the dishes. He'd finished them off at super speed before Fred could even argue.

 

Now they were alone on the couch…

 

Her name was Angie. She liked pop music and romantic comedies. Her favorite color was fuchsia…whatever that was. She used to be Marissa's best friend but she wasn't anymore and she was so happy she didn't have to go back to Salvador and…and…

 

She sure talked a lot. That was OK. Since he didn't really know what to say. She was snuggled up beside him bouncing the remote on her knee chattering about the movie on the TV. Really snuggled up like she wanted to be there.

 

“So…Pietro says you're the strongest guy he's got.” She paused her rapid-fire speech long enough to look at him for a response.

 

“Yeah. I guess so…Pietro said that?”

 

“Yep. He said you're a really nice guy too. Thought we'd really get along. We are aren't we? Getting along?”

 

“I…um…yeah. I like you.” He shrugged. He never knew what to say to girls.

 

“Cool. So…Um…Where do we sleep?” She tapped the remote nervously against her knee. He was starting to worry she might break it. Then Pietro would yell at him. Because it usually was his fault when something broke around here. The silence grew and he realized she was waiting for him to speak.

 

“Where do…we…sleep?” Did she mean…They had just met...? Did Pietro really mean…Was she supposed to sleep in his room?

 

“Yeah. You and me. A bed.” She nodded at him, her shaggy blonde hair bouncing.

 

“I…um…You don't have to sleep with me. There's the couch.” Now he was tapping his fingers nervously on his thigh.

 

“Oh… Don't you like me Fred? I thought I was supposed to be your girl.” The nervous remote tapping continued and he reached to pull it from her hand before something happened.

 

“I like you. But, you don't have to do everything Pietro says. We don't.” He put the remote out of her reach on the coffee table. “Most girls either laugh at me…Or they're afraid of me.” He looked down at her, her empty fingers still tapping.

 

“I'm not gonna laugh at you. And I like the big, strong, kinda scary thing.” She grabbed his arm and pulled it around her shoulders. “Makes me feel safe. Lotta scary things been happening lately.” And now she was quiet…really quiet...for the first time since Pietro had dragged her down the stairs.

 

He sat for moment thinking. Something a little unusual for him. He usually liked to just do things and let smarter people do the thinking. Must have been scary being there when Sabertooth did what he did—just being around Sabertooth was scary.

 

He wondered how Marissa was doing. He missed her pretty badly. No one, not even Todd, had ever taken so much time to talk to him and actually listen to what he said. He gathered that Marissa was somehow responsible for this, even if Pietro didn't come out and say it.

 

He tightened his arm around Angie a little. She was shaking a little and when he looked down, her face was all red and it looked like she was crying. She sniffed a little…And yeah, she was crying.

 

“Hey. Don't do that.”

 

“I'm sorry…”

 

“You can sleep with me if you want to…Come on.” He reached over to flick off the TV, then scooped her up. She weighed almost nothing at all. He was almost afraid she'd break. She wrapped her arms around his neck and mumbled something.

 

He carried her upstairs to his room and opened the door. His room was neat and orderly and he'd repainted it recently in a nice cheerful shade of yellow. He started to set her down, but she clung to him tightly. So he carried her inside and shut the door.

 

“This is it. You can let go now.” Her arms loosened a little and he set her down.

 

“I'm sorry…” She sniffed again and looked around. The only furnishings were the king sized bed against one wall, flanked by two nightstands and a dresser in the corner. He didn't like bumping into things in the dark.

 

“It's OK.” He shrugged and sat down on the bed to pull off his boots. The bed creaked a little under his weight, but it held. He and Lance had reinforced the frame a long time ago. When he looked up he was startled to see the girl had pulled off her shirt and unbuttoned her jeans. He blushed. “I didn't mean…”

 

“I did.” He heard the rustle of fabric as she continued to undress. He looked anywhere but at her, noticing now that someone had left a box of condoms on his nightstand. Who did that? They definitely weren't his. The last time he'd been this close to a willing girl was more than a hundred pounds ago.

 

“Fred…Hey! Fred! You can look at me.”

 

“Those aren't mine.” He pointed at the box of condoms, still not looking at her.

 

“Come on, Fred…” Now she was standing right in front of him and he couldn't avoid looking at her anymore. “Somebody was just trying to be helpful. That's all.”

 

Without her clothes, she was even thinner, the only softness about her were the curves of her breasts. She was pale and the neatly trimmed brown patch of hair between her legs proved that she wasn't a natural blonde. He was staring, so he dragged his eyes back up to her face. Her eyes were still red from crying and so was her nose. And she looked a little anxious.

 

“They're making fun of me again. They think I'm too stupid to understand.”

 

“I don't think so…At least not this time.” She sidled closer until she stood between his knees and he'd have to push her away to go anywhere. “Please Fred. I got no where else to go…And nobody that cares if I'm dead or alive.”

 

That was too much for Fred. He reached out and pulled her into his lap and kissed her clumsily. She quickly took over the kiss and he was transported elsewhere…It was unreal, her lips and tongue teasing and stroking his mouth. He groaned and felt his pants getting tighter. She squirmed in his lap and he felt her rub across his growing erection.

 

Her hands were pulling at his clothes and she didn't protest when he squeezed her breasts cautiously. In fact she moaned a little and kissed him harder. He got bolder, running his thick fingers over her ribs and down past her waist to grab her ass. She squealed a little as he gave it a gentle squeeze. She pulled back a little, licking her lips.

 

“Take your clothes off, sweetie.” He shifted her onto the bed and stood up to pull of his clothes quickly, hoping she wouldn't change her mind. Hoping she wouldn't be completely turned off by his bulk…Well, to be honest…blubber.

 

“Ooohhh! I'm impressed.” He looked at her expecting to see a look of scorn on her face, but she was staring at his dick, fully erect now and bobbing in time with his pulse. She licked her lips and beckoned him over.

 

“Really?” He climbed onto the bed next to her carefully. She seemed so frail.

 

“Really…That's a real monster you got there. Why don't you just lie back and relax?”

 

“O.K.” He rolled over onto his back and before he could settle himself she was kissing him again. He let his hands roam over every bit he could reach, wanting to remember everything in case she changed her mind. She wriggled under his touch like a puppy, moaning and squealing enthusiastically.

 

Then she began to drop kisses down his body, stopping to lick and suck at his nipples. She even kneaded the flesh around them a little. If she found the extra flesh there a turn off, she didn't give any sign. Then she moved down his belly slowly, trailing her fingernails over his ribs and sides, blowing into his navel as she passed. By the time she nuzzled at the nest of hair around his cock he was panting and moaning, his mind a blank.

 

She stroked and tickled at the shaft of his dick and gently scraped his balls with her fingernails. Then she pushed his cock aside as she dipped her head to suck first one nut into her mouth, then the other, rolling them around gently. Her tongue moved against the hairy skin, drawing out more gasps and groans. Then she released them, blowing across them playfully and watching the skin crinkle up.

 

“Oh God…Angie…”

 

“Hang on sweetie…Gonna do something nice for you…Just don't choke me, O.K.?”

 

Before he could answer he felt her warm wet mouth around his dick, licking and sucking. He couldn't help bucking his hips as she began to bob her head up and down. He touched her hair, his thick fingers tangling in it. She sucked harder and her tongue…God, what was she doing with her tongue? And her hands…They kept moving, stroking the base of his cock, kneading his balls, tickling the sensitive skin behind his sack.

 

“Oh…God…Jesus…Angie…I'm gonna cum…” He gasped out a warning.

 

She sucked even harder on his dick and now she was…humming? The tuneless noise rose in volume and sent incredible sensations through his dick. He couldn't hold back anymore and he groaned as his cock spurted into her mouth. She kept sucking and licking at him as it twitched and he could hear her swallowing. Feel it even.

 

She let his cock fall from her mouth with a wet pop. She sat up panting a little.

 

“How was that?”

 

“That was…God. You're great Angie.” He reached down and pulled her up to his face so he could kiss her again. He didn't care about the funny aftertaste in her mouth. Didn't care about much of anything right now except kissing her and touching her. Then a thought occurred to him.

 

“What about you?”

 

“Don't worry sweetie…Let me go and I'll get you ready for round two.” He did and she wriggled back down to attack his half hard cock again. She sucked and licked at him avidly and he found himself getting harder. After a moment she stopped.

 

“Can you hand me one of them rubbers?” Then she returned to what she was doing, holding a hand out.

 

Fred snagged the box of condoms and opened it clumsily, spilling the contents across the bed, before he managed to tear one off. Damn his thick fingers! Rather than risk tearing the condom itself, he just handed the little packet to her.

 

Angie took the little packet and sat up, tearing it open and slipping the rubber over his cock with expert fingers. She giggled a little at seeing the spread littered with condoms.

 

“Anxious are we?”

 

“Kinda clumsy sometimes…Oh!” He gasped as she stood up on the bed to straddle his hips. She squatted over him, lowering herself onto his dick with a sigh. She shifted a little to get comfortable then began to rock against him. It felt…amazing. He lifted his head to watch her and reached his hands to rest on her thighs.

 

“Yes…Oh Fred…So good…” A faint flush covered her chest and face and her breasts bobbed in time with her motions. He moved his hands a little higher to rest on her hips and began to pull and push in time with her motions. She seemed to like that since her moans got louder. She started running her hands across his belly, drawing her fingernails across the skin. He began to pump his hips a little and she gasped.

 

“Oh…More…” Her hands were now clutching at her breasts and pulling at her nipples. Her eyes were shut and her brows were drawn tight. Her mouth hung open and he thought she was close. He sped up a little more and she squealed in response, then stiffened suddenly and he had to hold her tight as her back arched and she nearly overbalanced backwards as her muscles spasmed around his cock.

 

“Fuck me…More…Fuck me!” She was grinding hard against him now and he was feeling his own orgasm building. He bit his lip and tried to hang on as he thrust upwards into her wet heat over and over. He wanted to make her come again. She was almost sobbing now and he could see her hair sticking to the back of her neck where she'd begun to sweat.

 

“Come for me…Angie…Please…One more time…” He grunted with the effort of holding back a few more moments. It was enough. She stiffened again, then her body shook for a few moments and he could feel her pussy clutching at him. That was it…and he felt himself explode inside her. She rested on top of him for a moment, panting and grinning down at him before she rose, carefully sliding the condom off of him and tying it off. She disposed of it in the wastebasket before tucking the rest of the condoms back into the box.

 

Fred watched her move about in a daze…Unbelievable. She was his girl? He could do that with her whenever he wanted? Or at least when she wanted? Oh God, he hoped she'd want to again.

 

“You all right, sweetie?” She plopped down on the bed next to him.

 

“I'm great! That was great. Did you um…like it?” He licked his lips nervously.

 

“Don't be silly…Of course I liked it. Loved it…” She picked up the box of condoms and read the label. “Hmm…One down and eleven more to go.”

 

“Eleven huh?”

 

 

A few days later, Magneto called with one of his cryptic instructions.

 

“Clean out the basement by Tuesday.”

 

He didn't give Pietro a chance to ask why. But, Pietro was certain he could expect a visit from his father no later than Wednesday. The Brotherhood grumbled, asking questions that he couldn't answer. The basement was filthy, full of spiders and God only knew how many years worth of discarded junk.

 

He had to bully them into it - except for Angie of course. All he had to do was look at her and she'd scurry off to do whatever he said. It was kind of fun ordering her around, but he decided to back off a little when Fred started to glare at him. The big guy was already completely gone on the skinny little thing.

 

They did make a few nice finds down there. Like a couple of forgotten antiques and some vintage clothing that Wanda confiscated immediately. Some of the stuff went in the attic; most of it went to the dump. When they found some old jewelry, it went to the pawn shop of course.

 

Monday night saw them sweeping floors and scrubbing walls, everyone tired and irritable. But they were done by midnight. And thankfully, too tired to ask any more annoying questions.

 

 

At 10 AM the next morning, a large gray moving van pulled up in front of the Boarding House. Todd cursed his luck, since he was the only one home. When he answered the door, it was Magneto and that big Russian dude. Shit.

 

“Good Morning, Todd.” Magneto gave him an icy smile. God the man always made him feel like a cockroach.

 

“Yeah. Hello. Pietro and Wanda are at school.”

 

“I will see them when they get home. Please show me the basement.”

 

“Come on.” Todd led them through the kitchen to the basement steps. “We spent all weekend cleaning that dump up.” He debated about asking Magneto about Marissa. He snuck a glance over his shoulder at the Russian. Maybe he could get him to talk.

 

“Very good.” Magneto looked at the large dingy room. It was dimly lit by a couple of bare bulbs. “This will do nicely.”

 

“Um…For what? Pietro didn't say.”

 

“Because I didn't tell him.”

 

“And you're not gonna tell me either, huh?”

 

“Part of it will be a gymnasium. There will be a storage room. And a few other additions.” He turned to walk back up the stairs. “Please try to stay out of the way. Perhaps you might help Piotr unload the van.”

 

“Damn…Why did it have to be me?” He grumbled as he followed the Russian dude outside. The van was filled with boxes, stacks of metal plating and beams and spools of cables and wires. The big guy was already pulling out boxes and setting them carefully down on the ground.

 

Some of the metallic pieces began to unload themselves and drift into the house. Todd ducked a heavy stack of plating as it floated over his head, a little too close for comfort.

 

“Watch it, yo!”

 

“You should pay more attention.” The Russian commented dryly.

 

“What is all this junk?” Todd hopped up into the open van, watching the contents warily.

 

“Building materials, exercise equipment…The rest I do not know.” The Russian continued to extract boxes carefully, waiting patiently for several steel beams to pass by his head. Todd yelped as a beam brushed his back.

 

“I do not need your help.”

 

“I um…just wanted to talk, yo.”

 

“I am not here to talk.”

 

“Obviously...Shit!” He was saved from being brained by a heavy spool of wire by the Russian snatching him off his feet and backwards. The big dude finished the motion by dropping him on the ground behind the truck.

 

“If you will not pay attention, get out.” The Russian scowled at him.

 

“Thanks for the assist…Maybe I'll just wait over here.” Todd sat down on a crate out of the path of flying building materials. He couldn't see Magneto, so he supposed Magneto wasn't really watching what he was doing.

 

The Russian continued to unload the truck silently. The guy was sort of intimidating with the kind of big muscles that Todd would never be able to get, no mater how many hours he spent in the gym.

 

“So…Um…P…Pie...How do you say your name?”

 

“Piotr.”

 

“Pee…o…ter?”

 

“Call me Peter.”

 

“So Peter…Do you see much of Marissa?”

 

“Yes.” The Russian….Peter…didn't look at him as he picked up a heavy crate.

 

“How is she doing?”

 

“She is well.” He dropped the crate next to the growing pile, pausing to let another stack of plates pass.

 

“Oh…I was hoping for a little more detail, yo.”

 

“She is healthy. She studies hard. She advances well in her lessons.” He glanced at Todd briefly before returning to the van for another crate.

 

“Is…um…Magneto treating her O.K.?”

 

“I believe so.”

 

“How about…about you guys?” Magneto's threat to “give” her to one of his men still haunted him. Peter was silent as he moved farther back into the van to pull out more boxes and crates. The last of the metal plates and wires seemed to have flown away.

 

“Yo! I asked you a question.” Todd hopped into the van to pursue the big dude.

 

“I do not wish to continue this conversation.” Peter shoved a heavy crate in his direction, forcing him to move aside.

 

“I'm not going to leave you alone until you answer me. What's been going on between you guys and Marissa?” He leaped onto the crate Peter was moving and glared at the man.

 

“You are annoying.” The Russian continued to shove the crate as if Todd weren't there.

 

“Better believe it, yo! Did Magneto `give' her to somebody?”

 

“No.” He stopped at the end of the truck bed, where he'd either have to brush Todd off, or risk dropping both the crate and the man on top of it.

 

“Then what are you hiding?” Peter stared at him a moment, then he grew larger and his skin turned silver. He plucked Todd off of the crate by the back of his shirt and dumped him on the ground. Then he stepped off the truck and lifted the crate to the ground easily before returning to his human appearance.

 

“Do you love her?” He looked down at Todd who was crouched and ready to spring at him. Todd blinked at him. For a moment there he thought there was going to be a fight.

 

“Of course I love her! She's my girl, yo!” He stood up and tugged his shirt back in place.

 

“Did you know that she has…traded herself…for favors?” Todd felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. But, yeah, if he really thought about it, he knew that's what she must be doing.

 

“I…uh…kinda knew. What kind of favors…and from who?”

 

“We should not have this conversation.”

 

“Come on…You can't just say something like that and clam up, yo!”

 

“I do not think Magneto would approve.” Peter climbed back inside the truck. “Come inside.” Todd hesitated then hopped in after him. Peter sat down on a large crate and waited for Todd to join him.

 

“Come on…Who and for what?” His stomach was twisting in knots.

 

“Pyro allows her to use his cell phone and perhaps other things. I would not know.” The man shifted uncomfortably and the crate beneath him creaked.

 

“What else?” He could deal with that he supposed…She was doing it so she could call home, right?

 

“She says that she has `apprenticed' herself to Gambit. He teaches her how to fight and the skills of a thief. Perhaps other things as well.”

 

“That bastard! Did he even give her the necklace?” Todd was angry now.

 

“He did. She rarely takes it off.” That was harder to swallow…But, the guy was supposed to be a ladies man, right? And Riss was probably pretty lonely…And she had been so scared of Salvador, maybe she wanted to get tough or something.

 

Tough…Oh shit! Sabertooth. She couldn't have…

 

“Did…Do you know if Sabertooth ever…?”

 

The Russian looked very grave as he considered his answer.

 

“I…I am not certain. But, I believe so. She has not spoken of it with me.”

 

Todd had a horrible sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. That's how she had “paid” Sabertooth. How bad could it have been with Salvador if she could even consider doing that? He remembered how fascinated the man had been with her. He'd probably just been waiting for the opportunity.

 

“How….How do you know all that stuff? Are you friends…Or are you fucking my girlfriend too!” He clenched his fists and hunched his shoulders. He was angry enough to spit. Poisonous spit.

 

“Is she still your girlfriend? She has been with…us…longer than she was here, with you.”

 

“Answer me! What did she ask you for? What the fuck did you give her?”

 

“Be quiet! Magneto will hear you.” The Russian sat back and crossed his arms with a scowl.

 

“She's still my girlfriend. Mine! So answer me or I'll fucking kill you.” Todd had gone pale and a film covered his eyes making them look dead.

 

“She…has made it clear that she intends to go home. To you. That…what goes on between us is only temporary. She asked me for nothing.” The larger man stood up. “And you should not make such threats.”

 

“She…didn't ask you for anything?” Todd tried to think through the rage. Why then? Why do this to him?

 

“No.”

 

“Do you love her?” Why did he ask that? Was he just a fucking masochist at heart?

 

“Yes.”

 

“Shit.” Todd swallowed, trying to reign in his temper before he started something he might not be able to finish. The guy loved her. He wouldn't hurt her. At least somebody there cared about her. It didn't bother him that Lance and Wanda loved her, right?

 

“Does she love you?”

 

“She says that she cares for me. But, no, she does not love me.”

 

“Sucks for you.”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Do you think Magneto will really let her come home?”

 

“We have agreed that we will not allow him to break the deal he has made with Marissa.”

 

“Who's we?”

 

“The Acolytes.”