X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Confessions ( Chapter 25 )

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.

Did I say I find awkward conversations amusing? Well here's another--enjoy it. I did. Marissa finally settles the tab with Sabertooth. Magneto plays one last card.

Warnings: Overuse of the word "fuck." A few more swear words. Sabertooth sex. Violence.

BTW: This piece is now over 95,000 words. Long enough to consider a novel. Unbelievable!

As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

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

Chapter Twenty Five: Confessions

Marissa was startled by angry pounding on her door. She hadn’t been in bed for even half an hour. She was flat out tired from spending most of the day at her workstation, cramming her head full of new information.

She stumbled out of bed and opened the door.

“What the fuck, John?”

His hair was wild and his face was red. He wore nothing but his pajama bottoms and he held his cell phone in one hand.

“How the bloody hell did your boyfriend get my number?”

“How the fuck should I know? I don’t even know the number!” She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into her room just in case anyone was wandering around. “Is he on now?”

“No. The little bastard keeps calling every two minutes. Like a rootin’ egg timer.” He shoved the phone at her. “And I want a goddamned apology from the fucker–I don’t have to do this. Maggie will kill me if I get caught!”

“You could have turned the phone off, you know.” The phone rang in her hand.

“Yeah...And what if he’s got one of the other numbers too? I’m gonna catch hell anyway…” She waved a silencing hand at him while she checked the incoming number. Yes. It was the Boarding House.

“Hello?”

“Marissa! Finally! That idiot Pyro wouldn’t let me talk to you! I’ve been calling for the last hour! ‘Cause babe, we really need to fucking talk!”

“O.K…O.K…Chill out.” What had happened that had Todd so wound up? And how did he get the number anyway? It was supposed to be untraceable. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong, yo? Are you fucking with me Riss? Since you’re fucking everybody else anyway…why not me too, huh?”

“Hang on Todd…What are you talking about?” She stumbled backwards, almost knocking over her desk chair and barking her shins on the desk before sitting down hard on the bed. John made no move to leave, instead he locked the door and pulled one of the chairs up against it and sat down.

“Magneto was here today…With that big Russian dude…Peter…you know the guy you’ve been fucking? Oh…yeah…I mean one of the guys you’ve been fucking!”

“Oh…Jesus…Todd. Just slow down…and…” She glared at John and covered the mouthpiece with one hand. “What are you doing? This is a private conversation. Go!”

“Oh! No…It’s my bloody phone and I’m going to enjoy the show. Go on, tell your little lover boy everything.” Sometimes John could be a little bitch.

“Is that bastard still there? He’s got some fucking nerve! Marissa? Are you still there?” Todd’s voice was loud enough that John could probably still hear him from across the room. He must be shouting into the phone. Which probably meant the whole Brotherhood was hearing this…Sonovabitch! This was so not the way she wanted to break this to him.

“Give me a chance to think…I was asleep.”

“What do you need to think about? Is it true or not?”

“This…this wasn’t something I wanted to tell you over the phone.”

“Shit! Riss…”

“I don’t know exactly what Peter told you.”

“I want to hear YOU tell me!”

“I came here with nothing but the clothes on my back, all right? I needed things…I needed to call home…I needed someone who would…would back me if Magneto turned on me. Other things…I can’t talk about all of them right now.”

“So you fucked them? You couldn’t think of anything else?”

“No…I couldn’t. And it’s really fucking complicated. And all I really want to do is go home!” She could feel her eyes starting to sting. She didn’t want to cry now…

“Why? That Peter guy says he’s in love with you. Why not just stay there with him? Or one of those other guys?”

“I don’t belong here. I belong with you. And the Brotherhood. And I love you…Not Peter. You.”

“What if I don’t want you anymore? ‘Cause right now, I’m not sure I do. I’m not even sure you’re trying to get home at all.”

“I am coming home. If Magneto was there, that’s proof that he’s getting things ready for me to come home. What did he do?

“He completely redid the basement. We got an exercise room now. There’s a storage room and some sort of office. And a room that’s locked that he won’t let anyone in.”

“He did that all in one day?” Tears had begun to fall and she wiped at them with her fingers. She didn’t even look at John, wishing he’d just go away.

“Yeah…It’s metal all over the place. And you’re changing the subject, yo!”

“Are…are we done then? Are you dumping me?”

“I don’t fucking know...Did…Did you really screw Sabertooth to pay him for what he did to Salvador?”

“Yeah…And…I still owe him a…a night.”

“Why? Did you really hate the guy that much?”

“It wasn’t for me.”

“You did that for Pietro? Huh? I thought you hated each other.” He didn’t sound quite so angry now.

“I don’t hate Pietro. And it wasn’t just for him. But, mostly for him. Nobody fucks with my family.”

“Since when is Pietro family?”

“Since he saved me from Salvador – he said I was one of his people. I was part of the Brotherhood. And there’s more…I can’t really explain over the phone. Especially not with PEOPLE listening.” She glared at John who still sat watching her with his arms crossed. “It was Brotherhood business.”

“Shit. Nobody asked you for that, Riss.”

“Doesn’t matter. So…are…are we done? I’m still coming home, either way.”

“No…I…uh…I’m not dumping you, I guess. Lance and Wanda…they said you asked them to…take care of me.”

“I did. I’m glad they did.”

“Kinda weird…But, it works. Is that Pyro guy really as much of an ass as he sounds?”

“Sometimes…But usually he’s an all right guy. And he’s the guy that lets me use his phone…Not even Peter is willing to do that, you know.”

“I think I pissed the big guy off, yo.”

“Knowing you, you probably did. Could you please apologize to John – and maybe he’ll let me call you later?” She gave John a pleading look. If he was really pissed off, there might not be anymore phone calls.

“Do you know what he said to me?” Todd sounded more exasperated than angry now.

“No.”

“He asked me to suck his dick and lick his balls….Is he high or drunk or something?”

“Ummm….no…maybe…” She looked at John. “Did you really ask Todd to suck your dick?”

“Yeah. Why not? Bet that tongue’s a lot of fun. Then he got all pissy and started yelling at me.”

“Jesus, John. Get a new pick up line. Damned perv.”

“Was he serious?” Todd asked.

“Probably…” She sighed. “You gonna apologize if I give him the phone?”

“No. I’m gonna ask him to suck my dick, yo!”

“Only if I get to watch.”

“Now who’s the perv?”

“I don’t know…But, here he is.” Marissa rose and handed the phone to John.

“Yeah?” She watched John’s face as he listened to Todd. He was no longer shouting and she couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. But John was grinning.

“No worries, mate. Just don’t call this number…Maggie’ll kill me if he finds out I’ve been letting your little lady call home on my dime.” Then he hung the phone up.

“Well?”

“Well what?” He winked at her.

“Do you really expect me to share Todd with you too?”

“Don’t think it’s up to you. Anyways…I think he was joking.” He shrugged. “I wasn’t.”

“I think I’ve created a monster…”


She had to get home soon, before her relationship with Todd was completely destroyed. Peter was somehow angry and guilty at the same time. Not much fun to be around and she was kind of mad at him anyway. Remy was distracted with something…maybe it was John. Or maybe it was something to do with Magneto. She didn’t ask. Instead she concentrated on plowing through the lessons Magneto had assigned her. The sooner she got through them, the sooner she’d go home. At least she hoped it would work that way.

She was lost in concentration at her workstation when she felt a quick tug on her hair. She nearly jumped out of her seat when she heard Victor’s voice in her ear.

“Tonight. The gym…come ready fer a fight. Ya don’t come. I’ll come for ya.”

“I’ll be there.” By the time she turned to look over her shoulder, he was gone. Her heart was thumping and it took a long time before she could get her mind back into her lessons.


After dinner she dressed carefully in one of her practice uniforms, tucking each of her weapons in its place. She even slipped her switchblade into one pocket. She wasn’t sure what Victor wanted this time…But, it was probably going to get rough.

He was waiting for her when she got there. He smiled at her when she entered, then circled behind her to close and bar the doors. That made her a little nervous. Remy had always left them open.

“I wanna see what old red-eyes been teaching ya.”

“I thought you wanted something else.”

“Oh. I still plan on having my fun with ya. But, I want ya ta make me work fer it.” His grin was feral.

“So this is your idea of foreplay?”

“I ain’t gonna hurt, ya. Much. But yer welcome to cut my heart out and eat it, if ya can manage it.” His chuckle was more like a growl to her ears.

“All right, then.” She pulled out one of her collapsible staves and extended it. Before she finished the motion he was already within claw’s reach of her and she feinted at him and dodged away. He followed her and she turned to strike at him, hard and fast. It hardly fazed him at all and she found herself losing ground.

Soon he had her backed up against the wall and she was struggling just to keep him from pinning her. At the last moment, she managed to kick him in the groin and wriggle away from him, but lost her staff in the process.

Now it was a game of chase, catch, struggle and slither away. She was getting tired and he was still fresh, thanks to his damned healing factor. Now he was clawing at her uniform, pulling it away in patches and laughing at her frightened exclamations. Oh yeah. She was scared now.

She was beginning to panic, no longer sure whether he was just playing with her. When he pinned her with one clawed hand at her neck and began tearing at her waistband, she reached for her switchblade, hiding the motion with a frantic flurry of squirming. When he leaned over her, whether to kiss her or bite her, she wasn’t sure, she rammed the blade into his chest. It sank in to the hilt and she lost her grasp on it as he recoiled from the blow. She squirmed away from him staring at the blood staining his shirt.

Victor grasped the handle and pulled it out. He looked at it and growled at her.

“Didn’t think ya had it in ya.”

Then he tossed it aside and leaped at her. She stifled a scream and scrambled backwards, but there was no where to go. He dragged her to her feet by her neck and shook her. Then he shoved her to the mat and stood over her.

“Don’t stop now, it’s just startin’ ta get interesting.”

She scrambled to her feet and fell into a crouch, ready for his next move. Hopefully. Her heart was pounding in her ears. Then he came at her again, knocking her back and forth with heavy blows that she struggled to block or deflect. She was out of tricks and running out of energy fast. Finally, he knocked her to the mat and she wasn’t fast enough to get back up before he was on her. He pinned her with his body and took her mouth in a rough kiss. She stopped struggling and he growled.

“Don’t stop fightin’ or I will hurt ya.”

Then he began tearing at her uniform again, the tough fabric shredding under his claws. She bucked and kicked under him, but he was too heavy to budge. In a few moments her shirt hung in tatters from her shoulders and her bra was torn in half. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her leg as he lowered his mouth to suck roughly at her breasts. She tried to beat him with her fists until he pinned her hands above her head.

When he tired of her breasts, he kissed her again, grinding his hardness against her. She writhed under him and he began to make the same rumbling noise she’d heard before. Then his hand was around her neck again and he was tugging at her pants. He couldn’t get them off without pulling off her boots, so he let go of her neck. She kicked at him and tried to scramble away, but he held onto her boots, yanking them off roughly.

Then he was on her again, kissing her with bruising force, capturing her hands and pinning them above her head. He gathered her wrists in one hand so that he could open his fly and pull out his cock. He let her feel it rub against her belly for a moment before he forced her legs apart with a knee.

When he pushed at her thigh with his hand she spread her legs wider, knowing it would hurt more if she fought him there. Still, she continued to wriggle and fight. He shifted until his cock rested at her entrance. Then he lowered his mouth to her shoulder and bit her, teeth not quite piercing the skin and she cried out. Now he thrust into her hard and she sobbed under him. He began to fuck her, driving her into the mat, his cock stretching her until it hurt.

His teeth let go of her shoulder and he kissed her again, teeth scraping against her lips and his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth. She moaned and whimpered under him. She struggled, trying to shift into a less painful position, but he was too strong and too heavy. He was growling now, and his grip on her wrists was painful.

“God…please…Victor…you’re hurting me…”

He grunted in response and let go of her wrists, using both hands to push her knees higher and her thighs wider. But the merciless pounding continued. In desperation she bit him hard on the shoulder. Suddenly he was howling, his cock plunged deep inside her and twitching. Then he was pushing her away roughly, still rumbling deep in his chest.

He rose and stalked across the room to rest his head against the mirror, fists clenched at his sides. Marissa pulled herself up into a sitting position and watched him warily. The rumbling continued while she began to pull away the remains of her uniform shirt. She was hurting and was pretty sure she was bleeding a little.

“Victor? Are you O.K.?”

“Don’t do that again.”

“Bite you?”

“Yeah. No more fightin’ girl. Yer bleedin’, I can smell it.”

“We’re not done.”

“No. Don’t wanna kill ya. Just fuck ya.”

Now he was pulling off his clothes and she could see the stab wound had already closed leaving a pink mark that was fading to white. His cock was still hard and the look in his eyes was predatory.

She couldn’t help recoiling a little when he stalked over to her and reached for her. But, she didn’t fight him as he pulled her over to a stack of folded mats and pushed her down on them. He parted her legs and pushed her thighs high and wide before plunging his cock inside her roughly. She squealed in protest and he leaned over her, wrapping one hand around her neck and the other clutched at her hip. He began to fuck her hard, the hand on her neck squeezing a little in time with his thrusts. Not hard enough to cut off her breathing, just enough to let her know he could.

“Been wanting to do this since I first smelled ya. Even before I seen ya.”

Marissa’s heart was racing and she still hurt, but her body was starting to respond. She was moaning now, pulling her knees higher so that she could take him in deeper. She could feel the tension mounting and she whimpered helplessly.

“Know why I was watchin’ ya in that alley? I was s’posed ta grab ya. Only that bastard got at ya first.” He was grunting now. “Mighta grabbed ya anyway if that damned runt hadn’t shown up.”

“Oh…God…Victor…” She was hovering on the edge now. His words were just a jumble to her as her body was begging for release. He leaned closer and kissed her again, growling into her mouth. She felt the pricking of his claws on her throat and she sobbed, half fear, half begging need. He started to thrust faster and she was sent spinning over the edge, her body shuddering as she screamed into his mouth. He kept thrusting hard and fast for several more moments before he came again with a harsh growl.

He lay panting against her for a long moment, then scooped her up into his arms and sank down to the floor with her. He rested her in his lap, tucking her head under his chin.

“Was s’posed ta grab ya and makes ya disappear. Boss didn’t like his kids playing wit’ a human. I was supposed ta make it look like ya run off.”

“What…what were you going to do with me?”

“Keep ya fer a while mebbe. Fuck ya till ya couldn’t take it no more. Wasn’t gonna kill ya, boss wanted ya alive. Didn’t know ya were like this…”

“Like what?”

“Yer a tough one. Don’t find many what can keep up wit’ me all night.”

“You know this is it right? No more after tonight.”

“Yeah. That’s the deal.” He stoked her hair and held her tighter. “But, tonight ain’t over yet.”


Something was going on. But nobody was talking to her. She knew for a fact that Remy was nervous about something thanks to the link, but she couldn’t seem to get him to talk about it. John and Peter seemed jittery too. Victor…well he was hard to read. And the few times she bumped into Magneto, he seemed irritable. Though he was polite enough. And not one of them seemed to be willing to be alone with her.

“Have I got the plague or something?” She mumbled to herself as John took off like a shot when she sat down next to him to watch T.V. She’d pretty much reached capacity on the brain front – she was burnt out. She sat mindlessly flipping channels for at least an hour. She just couldn’t seem to focus on anything except why no one was talking to her.

“Taking a break, my dear?” Magneto’s voice startled her and she dropped the remote.

“Yeah. I’m pretty much studied out for the evening.”

“I thought we might play a game of chess.”

“Sure, why not? Course you’ll probably beat me. I think my brain is completely fried.”

“I’m sure you will recover soon enough.” He sat down at the chessboard and waited for her to join him.

“Hopefully.” They played in silence for a while. Soon it was clear that she was fighting a losing battle, but she had missed their games and let it drag out anyway.

“This may be our last game together.” He paused and studied her over the board.

“What does that mean?” At this point she was afraid to get her hopes up.

“You will be going home in the next few days. I should congratulate you on how neatly you’ve managed to subvert my men.” He moved his bishop to capture her knight before looking up at her again.

“Subvert...Well, I’d call that a ten cent word.” So that’s why everyone was jumpy…things were coming to a head.

“I have been informed…both separately and jointly…that my men will feel that I am not trustworthy if I renege on our agreement.”

“I think I’ve had this conversation before…with Pietro. Only he doesn’t have your vocabulary.”

“I do not like being placed in this position.”

“Why? Were you planning on backing out on me?”

“I was not…But, not only have you raised the question in their minds, you have divided their loyalties.”

“You picked this fight. Not me.”

“How was that?”

“You threatened me, Todd, and the Brotherhood as a whole. Pietro and the others were terrified of you. Except for Wanda. And she’s a little whacked.”

“Did you know that it was Wanda who asked me to protect you?”

“Was that before or after you gave Victor the green light to snatch me off the street and rape me? I thought Pietro was being paranoid at the time.”

“After. And I most certainly did not tell Victor he was allowed assault you.”

“What did you think he was going to do? All you told him was to bring me in alive.”

“I see. You have been talking to Victor.”

“Yeah.” She was no longer even pretending to play the game. “And no. I didn’t know Wanda actually asked you. Though, I’m not surprised.”

“I am sorry; I had not intended this conversation to be so…confrontational.”

“I am everything you said I was. I am a shameless opportunist and manipulator. Had to be to survive. And I won’t apologize. So don’t ask.”

“I wouldn’t think of it.” He sighed heavily.

“Once, I asked Pietro what you wanted from the Brotherhood. He couldn’t tell me. I think I know.”

“Tell me, then.”

“It’s where you keep your disappointments. Pietro, Wanda, Lance and even Todd and Fred. You feel responsible for them. But, you’re disappointed with them and you want them hidden away. You’ve given up on them.”

“I do not think that is a fair assessment.”

“No. Your assessment of them is not fair. They have enormous potential. They only needed a goal. A purpose. Something they could get behind.”

“They show no enthusiasm for my goals…or even for those of Xavier and his lot. Even that would be preferable.”

“Where are they now? What are they doing? Working, going to school, training…making something more of themselves. To get me back–to make our little family whole.”

“I am pleased with their efforts. And yours.”

“So? What’s the issue with me going home?”

“My men have made it clear that I risk losing their services and may even be forced to defend myself if I keep you here much longer. And now, I regret that I did not voice my most pertinent worry earlier. At this late date, it would appear to be no more than a ploy to change your mind.”

“What are you talking about?”

“My objection to Todd is not the boy himself. It is his medical history, or rather that of his mother. You see, unlike most mutants his mutation was active at birth…from conception I suspect.” He paused, waiting for a response.

“I’m not following you.”

“His mother was very ill during her pregnancy, showing signs of exposure to some sort of toxin that was never identified. When the boy was born looking different, it was assumed to be a result of the same toxin.”

“You think Todd made his mother sick.” Her stomach felt queasy as she remembered that first night with Todd and how anxious he’d been about the poisonous goo.

“I cannot confirm this. The medical records simply don’t contain enough detail. But, yes, I believe that the infant Todd was the source of the toxin. Mrs. Tolansky was close to death when she delivered and then recovered just as mysteriously.”

“You’re lying.”

“I know you have little reason to trust me. I do have copies of the records in my lab. And, perhaps you should speak with Todd yourself.”

“No. There’s no guarantee his exact mutation would breed true. And he would feel guilty over something that’s not his fault…and might not even be true.”

“There are alternatives. You would not have to remain here. You could still return to the Brotherhood.” He meant pick another father, maybe even syringes and stuff. Ick.

“I can’t do that to Todd. I’ve already screwed things up enough.”

“If you are decided then…”

“I am.”

“Then let us discuss our final terms.”