Among the Strong
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Title: Among the Strong
Chapter Three: It Begins
Fandom: the Marvel universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic violence, language, sex, dark themes, anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of Marvel. i'm merely borrowing for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. Haley belongs to
dazzledfirestar Morgan belongs to
ginevra Roxxy belongs to
nanaeanaven Jehnna belongs to
silverfox_chan and Dare belongs to me. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from
dazzledfirestar .
Author's Notes: this is almost entirely Daz's fault. okay. so it really isn't. its actually almost 100% my fault. Daz just did a whole lot of encouraging. this fic is going to be kind of dark, so please keep that in mind while reading.
Among the Strong - the index
Her head hurt. That was the first thing she became aware of. The slow, steady, dull throb that said she had one killer headache going on. For a moment, she couldn't recall how she'd gotten that headache. Then it came to her. A body of red crystals. Dozens of blasts that hit like she'd been punched by Colossus. Repeatedly. That was not a thing she wanted to do again. Ever.
The feel of slightly scratchy cotton came next. It rubbed against the skin of her arms and shoulders, as well as her legs, both front and back. That told her she was in bed. Which made sense after having War bulldoze over her the way she had. She took a moment to take stock and make sure everything was okay. After a quick test of her arms and legs, fingers and toes, she concluded she didn't have any broken limbs. Muscles felt tender, but that was typical after a fight.
So far as she could tell, it was just a headache and some sore muscles. Again, typical things to find after a fight. Which was a relief. She could recall just how powerful War's blasts were, which made her think she was lucky. Either that or War hadn't been using her powers at full blast. Something tickled her brain about War, reminding her that so many things about the woman had seemed familiar. But she brushed it aside as unimportant. What was important was finding her team and assessing their injuries.
She took a deep breath, her mind already trying to gauge just how bad injuries would be, then let it out on a long sigh. Her intention was to get out of bed and go searching. But that sigh saw her arm shifting so it brushed against something on her left hand side. That was curious. Rolling her head ever so slightly, she opened her eyes to find herself lying in bed next to the very last person she would have considered for such a thing.
She threw herself out of the bed in an attempt to put some distance between them. Her haste to do so saw her legs getting tangled in the sheets. Added to the throb in her skull, she stumbled and wound up on her ass on the floor. Which hurt, because there wasn't much padding on the floor. "Ow. Fuck!" she spat.
She was too loud because the bed creaked as the figure in it stirred. She watched it roll to the side, one hand reaching out to touch the other side of the bed. "Jean?" The name was a sleepy question. And then his eyes opened and she found herself staring into a pair of very confused brown eyes. "Stone? What the hell?"
Scott sounded both confused and angry. Which she supposed was fair. It wasn't like she'd want to be in bed with someone other than her husband and she imagined he felt the same about not waking up next to his wife. "What the hell are you doing in my bed, Stone?" he demanded. Apparently someone didn't recall their last mission.
Haley flung a hand out toward the room behind her, which she'd caught a very brief glimpse of as she'd gone down. "It isn't your bed, Captain Oblivious! Take a look around!" She politely left off the 'jackass' part, but it was a close thing. Based on the look he gave her, he heard it anyway. But she watched as his eyes shifted to take in the room around them, and the anger slid away to leave his eyes filled with nothing but confusion.
Summers sat up in bed, the sheet dropping into his lap to expose the expanse of his chest. Which was bare. Which... Haley found herself staring even though she hadn't meant to. It was a nice chest, after all. It was obvious he kept himself in shape, what with the washboard abs and the subtle swell of his pecs. Even his arms were nicely muscled. She found herself wondering if...
Haley cut that thought off really damn fast. Where the hell had that even come from? Scott Summers, while easy on the eyes, had never been on her radar. She could maybe see why Jean was attracted to him with the way the muscles in his right arm flexed and stretched when he lifted his hand to run it through the thick, shiny, touchable length of his hair.
What the fuck? Where were those thoughts coming from?
Angry with herself for her brain's flights of extremely not happening nor helping fancy, Haley rose to her feet. "Must have a concussion," she muttered to herself.
"Did you say something, Stone?"
"Nothing," she replied, taking in their surroundings. Whoever had decorated the room hadn't done any kind of job worth writing home about. The walls were bland and beige. There was nothing hung on the walls, no art or photos of any kind. There were also no windows, which suggested it was more a cell than an actual room. A table and two chairs were pushed up against the wall across from them. There was a shelf on the same wall that the bed was on that contained books, a record player, and some records. Facing the end of the bed was a love seat. On the other side of the table was what appeared to be a dresser and a door.
The sound of Summers sliding out of bed had Haley moving toward that door in the back. She stopped at the dresser and tugged the top drawer over. Bras and panties. Plain and functional. Nothing special, nothing sexy. The next drawer was filled with boxer briefs. She shut it quickly and moved on to the third. She found it filled with tank tops and shorts. The style of the shorts said they were meant for women. Haley frowned and tugged open the last drawer. Men's shorts. And more tank tops. She saw a theme to their clothing choices. Considering she was in a room with a man who was not meant to see her in her underwear, she didn't like the lack of actual clothes.
Opening the door next to the dresser, she found herself in the bathroom. It was not large. The white tile was boring. Especially when one factored in the white of the sink, toilet, and tub. There was a shower head on the wall above the front of the tub and a plain clear shower curtain to keep the water in. A cabinet over the toilet held towels and wash cloths. A cabinet enclosed the sink. Checking it showed her a stock pile of soaps, lotions, shampoos, and conditioners. There was also deodorant for both men and women. Cheap plastic razors. Feminine hygiene products. Haley noticed they were not stocked as well as the other items. She frowned at that.
A lack of proper clothes and a lack of feminine hygiene products didn't sound like a good thing to her.
When she exited the bathroom, it was to find Summers staring at the room with a frown on his face. She had to admit, without the ever-present visor, it was a nice face to look at. And then she mentally slapped herself. She had no right. The only nice face she should be looking at like that was Johnny's and... The thought of him stopped her in her tracks and she went seeking the link. It wasn't there. Instead, she found a hole. A kind of wound that tingled and ached a little. Kind of like when you had a sore tooth and you pressed it with your tongue. She was about to fall right into panic, but Summers' voice killed it.
"We're locked in here," he announced. It was unnecessary, but Haley welcomed the comment because it drew her back from the edge.
"There are no real clothes in the dresser. Men and woman's underclothes. Men and women's shorts and tanks," Haley told him. She turned toward the bathroom door, motioning to it with one hand. "The bathroom has all the necessities."
When she turned back, she caught Summers' gaze flicking away from her. She thought she saw a faint blush in his cheeks, but he frowned and shook his head. "There's something blocking our powers." One finger tapped the upper curve of his cheekbone, right by an eye.
"I noticed," Haley confirmed. She very resolutely kept her gaze on the man's ear so that she wouldn't get caught staring at him.
"Also," he began, only to fall silent almost immediately. He sighed, his hand coming up again to run through his hair. She found her gaze drawn to the action. "There's something... off about this place."
"Off?" she blinked. Her gaze stayed locked on his hand when he returned it to his side and she suddenly found herself face to face with ... Oh. Oh! She tore her gaze away and brought it back up to his face. "What do you mean?" Her voice came out strangled and she could have kicked herself for it.
He shook his head. "There it is again."
"What?" she blinked.
"The staring thing. You did it earlier. And you're doing it again now. That's not natural."
"I am NOT staring!" she declared and shot a glare his way. Anger saw her crossing her arms over her chest. The actions pushed her breasts up. Since she was glaring directly at him, she didn't miss how his eyes dipped lower. How they lingered. How there might have been a faint touch of hunger in them. "Hey! Eyes up here, Summers!"
"You first," he muttered before his gaze rose to meet hers. By the time he was looking her in the eye again, her cheeks were on fire and she wanted to climb into a hole. And then his hand moved and she found herself staring at his crotch again. Oh, God! He was turned on. She could see that he was getting turned on and... "Hey! Eyes up here, Stone!"
Haley jerked her eyes up to his face. Her blush got even worse. She could feel the heat pouring off her cheeks. "I thought you weren't staring, Stone. You were clearly just checking me out."
"I was not!' she snarled.
"The blush on your face says you're a liar. The fact that I caught you staring says you're a liar," he replied.
"Why on earth would I check you out? I'm happily married. And anyway, what about you? You were totally staring at the goods!" she pointed out.
"I was. I admit I was. Don't you find that odd? That you can't seem to stop looking at me. That I can't seem to stop looking at you. Despite the fact we've both been in a relationship with someone for a long time. We shouldn't be reacting to one another the way we are. And yet... " His voice trailed off, leaving the rest of the statement to hang in the air. Then the bastard turned to the side and Haley found her gaze once more flicking toward him. It was almost as if he was trying to prove a point.
Oh, he was proving a point, alright. Haley had always thought he was gifted. Now she knew just how gifted he really was.
Son of a bitch! He was right. This wasn't normal. Haley was going to blame it on the concussion. She was pretty sure she didn't have a concussion. But she was blaming all... this on it. Because, otherwise, that meant she really did find him attractive.
"That'll be a cold day in hell," she muttered to herself.
Before Scott could respond to that, there was a noise like a locking mechanism turning, then a panel on the same wall the head of the bed occupied slid open and allowed four... things to enter the room. They were all maybe three feet tall and were nothing she'd ever seen before. The torso of each one was some weird kind of lizard body, covered in scales and kind of grey in color. A tail flowed from the body between four pairs of legs. Said tail was long and thin, like one would see on a lion. It ended with a rounded bulb that had been topped with a stinger. It was long and thick and looked like it was dripping a clear liquid. Two sets of arms protruded from very human-looking shoulders. They were bulky, muscular arms with large hands. Each finger was topped with long claws that looked terribly sharp. There was some kind of sheen to them that made Haley think having them touch her would be bad.
The head... It looked like these things had a spider's head. Each one was round and black and slightly fuzzy looking. If the presence of fangs in the midst of all that black was anything to go by, they had mouths. The fangs, or whatever they were, moved back and forth. Each creature had eight eyes, all black as pitch with no pupil. They looked liquid in the light and those eyes were all focused on her and Scott. "What the ever-loving fuck?" The question came before Haley could think better of it.
"You will come with us," one of the creatures said. "Your presence is expected"
"I don't fucking think so," Haley responded. The creature looked at her a moment, then took a few steps into the room. It looked like it was coming right at her, so she took a step back. The creature moved further into the room, trailing after Haley like a bloodhound on the scent. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the thing. Somehow, all four sets of legs were propelling it forward, giving it a gait that reminded her of the skittering of horror movie insects.
"You will come with us," a second one said and followed its companion into the room. It looked as if it was going to come straight at her, too. Shit, She was running out of room and the first one was damn near on top of her. One of its hands reached for her, the gleaming claws only centimeters from touching her.
And then Scott was just suddenly in front of her. That clawed hand landed on the meaty muscle in his thigh and drew a hiss of pain up his throat. The thing's hand drew back, allowing her to see the bright red mark on Scott's skin. "What the fuck? Seriously. What the fuck?" Haley demanded. She really hoped Scott didn't hear the faint note of hysteria coloring her words.
"You will come with us," the first creature repeated. "Your presence is expected. If you fight, you will be hurt."
"Where are you supposed to take us?" Scott asked, teeth still clenched together against the pain. Whatever was on those claws, it was obviously not fun. For a moment, Haley wanted to check his thigh and make sure he was okay. But she pushed that stupid notion aside. Scott didn't need her to play nursemaid to his injuries. He was a grown man.
Boy, was he ever.
She mentally slapped herself and brought her attention back to the matter at hand. The other two things had crowded into the room and had circled them, effectively boxing them in. One of the things hands moved toward her as if it meant to touch her. "Haley. Do as it says and follow it." She shot a look toward Summers that was meant to ask him silently if he was out of his mind. But the tightness at the corners of his eyes and mouth suggested he was in a good deal of pain.
"Fine," she agreed. She didn't like it, but she was pretty sure she didn't want that thing touching her. Scott looked like he already regretted trying to protect her. "I guess I'm coming with you," she told the closest creature, then skirted around it and moved for the door. She heard it move and it was suddenly in front of her. She felt a second one move in close behind her.
"Your presence is expected," one of the others said. Obviously to Scott. Great. She really didn't want to know what was going to happen next.
The hallway they traveled was short and plain. The walls were gleaming white and there was nothing on them to suggest there might be rooms or something behind them. There wasn't much time to consider what might or might not be behind those walls, because they were pushing through a pair of swinging doors at the end of the hall soon enough. Haley stopped dead in her tracks the moment she laid eyes on what waited for them behind the doors. "Oh, hell no."
~*~
It didn't come as a surprise when Scott stepped through the doors behind Haley and found that they were in some sort of lab. It was also no surprise to find Sinister waiting for them in that lab. He was giving them an oily smile that had long ago ceased to bother Scott. What did surprise him was the clear cube set into the floor in the middle of the lab. He didn't know if the walls were glass or some kind of plastic. What he did know was it contained nothing beyond what looked to be a king-sized bed set on a platform in the very center. The mattress was covered with a bottom sheet in a shade of royal purple. Fluffy pillows in cases of the same color rested at what meant to be the head of the bed.
Shit.
"Welcome and thank you for joining me," Sinister said. He stood on the other side of the cube, near a bank of computers.
"You didn't give us much of a choice," Scott replied. He was careful to keep his tone level and devoid of any emotion. He wasn't going to give Sinister anything without a fight. And he knew there would be a fight. Especially with Haley in a ready position. Between the sight of that bed and the knowledge that they'd been acting very much not like themselves back in their room, Scott had a good idea what was about to happen. It was highly likely she would like it about as much as he did. Which was to say, not at fucking all.
"You'll have to forgive me my poor manners. I was simply too excited to wait until you were comfortable enough to come on your own." Scott heard the sadistic glee in Sinister's voice. The man's hand moved far enough to press a button on the console. The clear panel that was the cube's door slid down into the floor. Sinister's free hand motioned to the cube. "Now, then. Inside. Both of you."
The genteel Victorian manners slid away to leave them staring at the calculating asshole that had made Scott's life hell for as long as he could remember.
"I don't fucking think so," Haley responded, arms crossed over her chest. He knew, if there wasn't something in the air that suppressed their powers, she'd have been armored up by now. One thing he'd learned about her over the years as leader of Purple Team. She was always spoiling for a fight.
"Stone," he said softly, not looking back at her.
"I'm not going to play his games," she responded. There was a tightness in his voice that told him she'd caught on to what was about to happen and she wasn't happy about it. Scott wasn't, either. They both had someone to go home to. Whatever went on in this room, it would change their lives in ways he couldn't even begin to imagine.
"I believe you'll find you do not have a choice, my dear," he responded. Scott watched his hand move slightly to tap another button. Nothing seemingly happened, but Scott wasn't going to hold his breath. Then Sinister smiled again and motioned with his free hand toward the box. "Allow me to assure you that whatever it is you fear will happen once you step inside that room will happen. Whether or not you are conscious to experience it remains up to you. I would much rather see you be a willing participant in things. But it doesn't matter if you chose not to cooperate."
The touch of another button produced a tray from within some kind of cabinet at the end of the console. Syringes were laid out in a row, along with other medical supplies. The unspoken threat was obvious. "Of course, if you prefer some pain before you're rendered unconscious, my goblins will be more than willing to give you what you need."
Scott heard the sound of one of those things moving and he turned in time to catch the things tail slice through the air just in front of Haley's thighs. The stinger had extended and he could see it dripping with what was likely a mild venom. Haley managed to step back, but the look on her face said she was about to lose her cool. The last thing they needed was to make Sinister mad. So he caught her eye and flicked his gaze toward the box. Better to do it on her own terms and get it over with.
She stared at him, disbelief on her face. He wanted to tell her this was the only way to do things, that Sinister would up the game until he got what he wanted. But he couldn't tell her that in front of the man. He wasn't about to play to the man's ego. Scott flicked his gaze toward the box again. She'd obviously taken too long, because that tail swung at her again and she barely avoided it.
The seriousness of the situation must have fully sunk in, because Haley heaved a sigh and seemed to almost deflate. She skirted the goblin closest to her and gingerly moved toward the box. The goblin fell in line behind her, its tail sliding back and forth across the floor with a faintly grating sound that was no doubt meant to keep her going. Haley hesitated a moment before stepping through the opening. The goblin who had escorted her stood there and waited.
Scott shot a look toward Sinister, then drew a breath and followed Haley into the box. Their captor tapped a button and the door slid up to enclose them in the room. He glanced at the bed. Haley glanced at the bed. Then she retreated to the far side of the cube and turned her back on him. Tension ran across her shoulders and down her spine, telling him this was going to be a fight.
"Now, then. I expect to see results. Remove your garments and engage in carnal pleasure."
Haley said nothing to that, but the tension in her shoulders grew and she crossed her arms over her chest in blatant denial. Not that Scott blamed her. This wasn't his idea of a good time, either. And he certainly wasn't going to just jump into action, no matter what Sinister said. No matter that his cock, traitorous flesh that it was, strained against the front of his shorts like a dog pulling at its leash in the effort to reach the food dish. Or the nearest bitch in heat.
He tried to think of Jean. He tried to remind himself that Haley was happily married. He tried to remember that Purple Team had, for better or worse, always found him to be a raging asshole. He tried not to remember Haley gone to stone, vibrating with anger and staring him down like he was going to break him in half. His cock twitched at the memory. Fuck! There was definitely something in the air. He was so keyed up that just staring at her shoulder was turning him on in ways that it never would have normally.
He could imagine just how soft her skin was. How throaty her moans were. How silky her hair would be as it sifted through his fingers. How tight and wet she'd be when she was wrapped around him. How...
Scott took a breath and turned. It was in time to see Sinister tapping a button. Not just pressing it but tapping it. That wasn't good. It was about to get so much worse in here. He wished he could tell her, give her some warning. But there was no way of doing so without either getting close to her or Sinister hearing. The first one was no good simply because if he got close to her, he'd be inside of her before he could really think about what he was doing. The second one was no good because he didn't want Sinister to have any more information than he already did.
Still, he focused on the wall behind Sinister. There wasn't anything to look at. It was just an invisible speck that he could use to keep his wits about him. Because he knew what was coming. He could feel it. He could feel the desire practically burning through his veins. The desire to take her and make her his. To throw her onto the bed and fuck her right through the mattress. He wanted to leave his mark on her. On her skin and on her soul.
He gave himself a mental shake. He shouldn't be having these thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking such things about anyone other than Jean. He shouldn't but... He had to admit there was something about Haley. It had always been there. And it had always drawn him. He'd never been able to admit it. Not to himself. Certainly not to anyone else. But he'd seen it. He respected her. For her abilities as a leader. For her maturity in the face of difficulty. For her resolve after Harper's death. She was a force to be reckoned with and he'd always liked that about her. But those thoughts had never been anywhere near sexual.
Until now.
He knew, on some level, that it was Sinister's doing. The man couldn't leave anything alone. He meddled with everything and everyone that caught his fancy. Somehow. Haley had caught his fancy. He was almost certain about that. Oh, they'd had their song and dance thing happening for years. But he'd mostly sat back and left Scott alone. So he had to wonder, briefly, what it was that Sinister wanted to get out of this exchange. He thought he knew.
There was a flash, a memory, of facing down a woman with red hair. With brown eyes. With a body made of red crystals who hit him with blasts that had no problems knocking him on his ass.
Yes. He was sure he knew what was happening here. And he knew, he just knew, that he had to hang on to his sanity. Because to do anything else, to give in to his burgeoning desire, would be to invite disaster.
Scott grasped at that reasoning with all the mental strength he had. Gripped it and pulled it to him. He was going to do everything he could to shield himself with his reasoning and his thoughts and his knowledge. He was going to grit his teeth and stare at the wall and completely ignore the burning desire flooding his veins.
He stood by the door and repeated the words in his head, repeated that knowledge to himself in the hopes of ignoring the woman behind him. He swore he could smell her all the way across the cage. The scent of her shampoo. The scent of whatever lotion she used. The scent of her arousal. He swore he could almost see in his mind's eye droplets of moisture rolling slowly down her thighs. He muttered a curse, closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to the wall.
His heart thundered in his ears. His blood pounded in his veins. He was so aroused that his cock ached with the need to be inside of her. He just couldn't. He couldn't betray Jean, though that thought was starting to hold less sway over his mind. He couldn't take Haley and use her like that, despite the fact that doing so was exactly what his body and mind cried out for. He wasn't going to give in. He wasn't.
She moaned. It wasn't even very loud. It was a soft sound. Exhaled on a breath. But he heard it. In the absolute silence of their cage, he heard her moan. His body reacted so sharply that he almost came on himself over it. Scott found himself turning toward her. All he could think of was sinking into her. All he could see was her face when it wore a look of bliss. All he could hear was her name on his lips.
Haley was on her knees, head pressed against the wall. Somehow, she was huddled around herself despite the way she sat. Her entire body shook with need. Physically shook with it. He couldn't imagine what was going through her mind. He wanted to tell her that it would be okay. But he couldn't. Because it would be a lie. He wanted to pin her to the wall and fuck her like her life depended upon it. He wanted to whisper filthy things into her ear. He wanted to hear her scream out his name. He just wanted.
He didn't remember crossing the room. He was just suddenly standing over her. She felt his presence and lifted her head to look at him. Her cheeks were stained red with hunger or embarrassment. He didn't know which. He didn't care. There were tears in her eyes. Her lower lip was bright red and swollen. He could see the imprint of her teeth in the plump flesh. A glance past her face showed him nipples that poked enthusiastically against the material of the bra she wore.
"Goddamn it," he muttered.
A moment later, he had Haley hauled to her feet. Had her caught up against him. He saw it when she felt his erection prodding her flesh insistently. He saw it when her eyes widened because she knew what he was going to do. For a moment, he thought she'd fight him, Then she was throwing her arms around his neck, her mouth hot and hungry as it covered his. Her tongue pressed inside, slid along his own. And she moaned. Like a wanton whore.
He wanted to push her away. He wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her until she couldn't walk straight.
A tendril of anger brushed him. How dare she make him feel like this! How dare she make him think of things he couldn't have! How dare she turn him into this thing he'd been keeping hidden deep inside for far too long!
Anger saw him pushing her away. Saw him shoving her back against the clear wall of their cage. His hand lifted, circled her throat and squeezed. Just a little. Just to show her what she did to him. She made some noise, something that was a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Her hands were at his hips, curling around the waistband of his boxer briefs so she could try to shove them down. At the same time, he was attempting to remove her bra. But it was a sports bra, so taking it off meant letting go of her so he could pull it over her head. He didn't want to let her go.
It took time and effort, but he managed to rid her of it by pulling it down her arms one strap at a time. In moments, it was at her waist. Moments after that saw it pooled on the floor by her feet. Her panties were easier. They quickly joined the bra on the floor and allowed him his first look at her naked.
Her breasts were more than a handful, soft and tempting, with nipples that were puckered tight. Her waist was narrow while her hips flared. The perfect spot to put his hands. There were muscles in her arms from working out. Not bulky, but not subtle, either. Long legs bunched with muscle when the flexed, as if she was fighting with herself to keep from wrapping them around his waist. Pale creamy skin stretched as far as the eye could see. A thatch of hair between her thighs, the same fiery color as the hair on her head, hid her most intimate flesh from his view. She was fucking perfection.
And she was his.
His underwear hadn't even gotten anywhere near his ankles. They were stuck at his thighs, He didn't care. She was naked and his cock was out. That was the only encouragement he needed. One hand reached down and took hold of her leg, fingers curled behind the knee. It took no work to lift it up, to hook it over his arm. His hand left her throat to repeat the action with her other leg. Then he pressed closer, moved his arms so that her legs touched the wall behind her. That opened her up to him. He took a moment to look down.
Pink flesh met his gaze. It glistened with an abundance of liquid. He couldn't stop the groan that rolled up his throat. She was so wet. For him. Scott leaned in, pressed his mouth to her ear. "Put my cock inside, Haley. I'm going to fuck you senseless. But you're going to put me inside of your body so that I know you want it as much as I do."
Haley shuddered. But her hand slid between them until she could take hold of his erection. He couldn't hold back a groan when her hand fisted the length of his cock. His hips jerked into her hold, a silent plea for more. He thought he heard a soft huff of triumph from her, but it was buried under the loud groan that rolled up his throat when the head of his cock pressed into all of that hot, wet flesh.
He inched forward, letting himself sink balls deep into her body. She shuddered again, a low moan brushing his ear as she did so. Her body gripped him tight, as if it never planned on letting him go.
He held himself there a moment, enjoying the way her body fit around his. Enjoying the soft, mewling sounds that Haley made. He knew, without even having to ask, that she would welcome that part of him that he kept carefully locked away. How he knew, he couldn't say. But he knew. Haley would take it. Not only just take it. She'd enjoy it. Something inside Scott unfurled, a desire he rarely let himself feel. He drew back, held himself poised on the brink until Haley made a sound of protest. Then he shoved himself back into her hard. Let his hips slap up against Haley's so that he ground into her.
He gave her a moment to catch her breath, to still the trembling that had come to her limbs with his forward thrust. Then he shoved forward again, pressed deep and drew back. She moaned again, encouraging his hips to move faster. To drive deeper. He thrust again. And again. Another time. Haley's teeth caught his throat and bit down. She soothed the bite with her tongue. Then she was pressing into him so that she could take his earlobe between her teeth and bite down. "Fuck me harder, Scott."
The words were music to his ears. No gentle begging or soft sighs. Haley's voice told the same story her body did. She wanted him to fuck her senseless. She wanted him to hurt her. She welcomed the pain. That was the sweetest aphrodisiac anyone could offer him. This was the thing that he kept locked away. Because Jean... This was never something he could do with Jean. She had never welcomed this kind of pleasure. She'd never been able to give him this one thing he needed.
"She fits with you perfectly, Scott," Sinister's voice cut into his thoughts. He kept his attention on Haley, unwilling to have an image of the man's face in his head while he was doing his best to pound Haley through the wall of their cage. "Your wife would never allow such rough pleasure. But Haley welcomes it. She relishes it. She was made for you, Scott. She's perfect for you. This was meant to be."
Haley dragged him closer, buried her face against his neck. Her tongue dipped out so that it could drag across his skin. It teased its way up to his ear, trailing over the lobe slowly. "I'm here, Scott. I'm here," she whispered. It was a sultry whisper, all unleashed heat and burgeoning need. Her hips shifted into his, urging him to continue. "I need more. Give me more."
Scott shifted his hands so that they were cupped around her ass cheeks, then planted his feet against the floor. This encounter wouldn't last much longer. Haley's muscles clenched tight around him, her slick heat pushing him to the very edge of his endurance. She didn't shy away from the way he slammed up into her, the way his hips ground into her flesh. And when her head tipped back, when she exposed the long line of her throat, he leaned down and took that soft flesh between his teeth.
She hissed in pleasure, her hips jerking in response to the pain that came with his teeth pressed tight to her skin. Her fingers found their way into his hair and twisted around it, pulled it until his scalp tingled. All that did was force him to fuck her harder.
"Such a wanton woman, Haley. What would your beloved husband say if he could see you like this?" Sinister spoke again, this time turning his attentions to Scott's partner. "Does it matter what he'd say? Because to see you like this... This is the woman you were meant to be. This is where you were meant to be. You and Scott were destined for this glory, child. Accept this gift I've given you."
Sinister's words should have dulled his rampant desire. They didn't. Instead, his cock got harder. Haley's body clung more tightly. She got wetter. And he heard, in the way she panted and gasped for air, that she was beyond ready to climax. Scott clenched his jaw, curled his fingers tighter around her ass cheeks. His hips moved faster, drove his cock deeper, slammed against her harder.
"Yes, my toys. Reach for that peak. Urge one another to completion. Let your animalistic natures run free. Find your pleasure with one another," Sinister whispered. Scott's balls drew up in preparation of his climax. He pulled back from her slightly, one hand leaving her ass so that he could press it against the glass next to her head. The other hand lifted away, prompting Haley to wrap her legs around his waist. His hand slipped between their bodies, his thumb brushing against her clit before he flicked it with the nail.
She gave a strangled cry, her body going tight around him. And then she was coming, her hips pressed so tightly to him that he was buried to the hilt. The feel of her muscles clenching around him was all he needed to empty himself inside of her. He let his head rest against her shoulder while hers dropped back against the wall behind her. They both panted for air, struggling to get a full breath after the ferocity of their coupling.
"Excellent!" Sinister crowed. "An excellent start to what should be an intriguing experiment."
Their captor moved away from the cage. Scott lifted his head to find Haley staring at him. Her eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, her pleasure clinging to them the way her body still clung to his. With the way her head was tipped back, he couldn't miss the bite mark he'd left on her throat. It was bright red, suggesting he'd bitten her hard enough to damn near break skin. Dark pleasure rolled through him at the thought.
He shifted his hands back to her ass, cupping it so that he could hold her close. Then he turned them for the bed. Sinister wasn't ready to let them out of their cage yet. He no doubt had more planned. So Scott moved them to the bed, dumping Haley onto the soft surface before he followed her down and pinned her under his body.
She stared at him, a hint of confusion edging into the pleasure. Scott dipped his head and drew a nipple into his mouth, sucked at it and bit the hardened peak until she writhed beneath him. He lifted his head and gave her a look. Gave her a crooked smile.
"Rest up, Haley," he told her before dragging his tongue over the other nipple. "When I get my energy back, I'm going to fuck you into the mattress."
Chapter Three: It Begins
Fandom: the Marvel universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic violence, language, sex, dark themes, anything else i can toss in.
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Author's Notes: this is almost entirely Daz's fault. okay. so it really isn't. its actually almost 100% my fault. Daz just did a whole lot of encouraging. this fic is going to be kind of dark, so please keep that in mind while reading.
Among the Strong - the index
Her head hurt. That was the first thing she became aware of. The slow, steady, dull throb that said she had one killer headache going on. For a moment, she couldn't recall how she'd gotten that headache. Then it came to her. A body of red crystals. Dozens of blasts that hit like she'd been punched by Colossus. Repeatedly. That was not a thing she wanted to do again. Ever.
The feel of slightly scratchy cotton came next. It rubbed against the skin of her arms and shoulders, as well as her legs, both front and back. That told her she was in bed. Which made sense after having War bulldoze over her the way she had. She took a moment to take stock and make sure everything was okay. After a quick test of her arms and legs, fingers and toes, she concluded she didn't have any broken limbs. Muscles felt tender, but that was typical after a fight.
So far as she could tell, it was just a headache and some sore muscles. Again, typical things to find after a fight. Which was a relief. She could recall just how powerful War's blasts were, which made her think she was lucky. Either that or War hadn't been using her powers at full blast. Something tickled her brain about War, reminding her that so many things about the woman had seemed familiar. But she brushed it aside as unimportant. What was important was finding her team and assessing their injuries.
She took a deep breath, her mind already trying to gauge just how bad injuries would be, then let it out on a long sigh. Her intention was to get out of bed and go searching. But that sigh saw her arm shifting so it brushed against something on her left hand side. That was curious. Rolling her head ever so slightly, she opened her eyes to find herself lying in bed next to the very last person she would have considered for such a thing.
She threw herself out of the bed in an attempt to put some distance between them. Her haste to do so saw her legs getting tangled in the sheets. Added to the throb in her skull, she stumbled and wound up on her ass on the floor. Which hurt, because there wasn't much padding on the floor. "Ow. Fuck!" she spat.
She was too loud because the bed creaked as the figure in it stirred. She watched it roll to the side, one hand reaching out to touch the other side of the bed. "Jean?" The name was a sleepy question. And then his eyes opened and she found herself staring into a pair of very confused brown eyes. "Stone? What the hell?"
Scott sounded both confused and angry. Which she supposed was fair. It wasn't like she'd want to be in bed with someone other than her husband and she imagined he felt the same about not waking up next to his wife. "What the hell are you doing in my bed, Stone?" he demanded. Apparently someone didn't recall their last mission.
Haley flung a hand out toward the room behind her, which she'd caught a very brief glimpse of as she'd gone down. "It isn't your bed, Captain Oblivious! Take a look around!" She politely left off the 'jackass' part, but it was a close thing. Based on the look he gave her, he heard it anyway. But she watched as his eyes shifted to take in the room around them, and the anger slid away to leave his eyes filled with nothing but confusion.
Summers sat up in bed, the sheet dropping into his lap to expose the expanse of his chest. Which was bare. Which... Haley found herself staring even though she hadn't meant to. It was a nice chest, after all. It was obvious he kept himself in shape, what with the washboard abs and the subtle swell of his pecs. Even his arms were nicely muscled. She found herself wondering if...
Haley cut that thought off really damn fast. Where the hell had that even come from? Scott Summers, while easy on the eyes, had never been on her radar. She could maybe see why Jean was attracted to him with the way the muscles in his right arm flexed and stretched when he lifted his hand to run it through the thick, shiny, touchable length of his hair.
What the fuck? Where were those thoughts coming from?
Angry with herself for her brain's flights of extremely not happening nor helping fancy, Haley rose to her feet. "Must have a concussion," she muttered to herself.
"Did you say something, Stone?"
"Nothing," she replied, taking in their surroundings. Whoever had decorated the room hadn't done any kind of job worth writing home about. The walls were bland and beige. There was nothing hung on the walls, no art or photos of any kind. There were also no windows, which suggested it was more a cell than an actual room. A table and two chairs were pushed up against the wall across from them. There was a shelf on the same wall that the bed was on that contained books, a record player, and some records. Facing the end of the bed was a love seat. On the other side of the table was what appeared to be a dresser and a door.
The sound of Summers sliding out of bed had Haley moving toward that door in the back. She stopped at the dresser and tugged the top drawer over. Bras and panties. Plain and functional. Nothing special, nothing sexy. The next drawer was filled with boxer briefs. She shut it quickly and moved on to the third. She found it filled with tank tops and shorts. The style of the shorts said they were meant for women. Haley frowned and tugged open the last drawer. Men's shorts. And more tank tops. She saw a theme to their clothing choices. Considering she was in a room with a man who was not meant to see her in her underwear, she didn't like the lack of actual clothes.
Opening the door next to the dresser, she found herself in the bathroom. It was not large. The white tile was boring. Especially when one factored in the white of the sink, toilet, and tub. There was a shower head on the wall above the front of the tub and a plain clear shower curtain to keep the water in. A cabinet over the toilet held towels and wash cloths. A cabinet enclosed the sink. Checking it showed her a stock pile of soaps, lotions, shampoos, and conditioners. There was also deodorant for both men and women. Cheap plastic razors. Feminine hygiene products. Haley noticed they were not stocked as well as the other items. She frowned at that.
A lack of proper clothes and a lack of feminine hygiene products didn't sound like a good thing to her.
When she exited the bathroom, it was to find Summers staring at the room with a frown on his face. She had to admit, without the ever-present visor, it was a nice face to look at. And then she mentally slapped herself. She had no right. The only nice face she should be looking at like that was Johnny's and... The thought of him stopped her in her tracks and she went seeking the link. It wasn't there. Instead, she found a hole. A kind of wound that tingled and ached a little. Kind of like when you had a sore tooth and you pressed it with your tongue. She was about to fall right into panic, but Summers' voice killed it.
"We're locked in here," he announced. It was unnecessary, but Haley welcomed the comment because it drew her back from the edge.
"There are no real clothes in the dresser. Men and woman's underclothes. Men and women's shorts and tanks," Haley told him. She turned toward the bathroom door, motioning to it with one hand. "The bathroom has all the necessities."
When she turned back, she caught Summers' gaze flicking away from her. She thought she saw a faint blush in his cheeks, but he frowned and shook his head. "There's something blocking our powers." One finger tapped the upper curve of his cheekbone, right by an eye.
"I noticed," Haley confirmed. She very resolutely kept her gaze on the man's ear so that she wouldn't get caught staring at him.
"Also," he began, only to fall silent almost immediately. He sighed, his hand coming up again to run through his hair. She found her gaze drawn to the action. "There's something... off about this place."
"Off?" she blinked. Her gaze stayed locked on his hand when he returned it to his side and she suddenly found herself face to face with ... Oh. Oh! She tore her gaze away and brought it back up to his face. "What do you mean?" Her voice came out strangled and she could have kicked herself for it.
He shook his head. "There it is again."
"What?" she blinked.
"The staring thing. You did it earlier. And you're doing it again now. That's not natural."
"I am NOT staring!" she declared and shot a glare his way. Anger saw her crossing her arms over her chest. The actions pushed her breasts up. Since she was glaring directly at him, she didn't miss how his eyes dipped lower. How they lingered. How there might have been a faint touch of hunger in them. "Hey! Eyes up here, Summers!"
"You first," he muttered before his gaze rose to meet hers. By the time he was looking her in the eye again, her cheeks were on fire and she wanted to climb into a hole. And then his hand moved and she found herself staring at his crotch again. Oh, God! He was turned on. She could see that he was getting turned on and... "Hey! Eyes up here, Stone!"
Haley jerked her eyes up to his face. Her blush got even worse. She could feel the heat pouring off her cheeks. "I thought you weren't staring, Stone. You were clearly just checking me out."
"I was not!' she snarled.
"The blush on your face says you're a liar. The fact that I caught you staring says you're a liar," he replied.
"Why on earth would I check you out? I'm happily married. And anyway, what about you? You were totally staring at the goods!" she pointed out.
"I was. I admit I was. Don't you find that odd? That you can't seem to stop looking at me. That I can't seem to stop looking at you. Despite the fact we've both been in a relationship with someone for a long time. We shouldn't be reacting to one another the way we are. And yet... " His voice trailed off, leaving the rest of the statement to hang in the air. Then the bastard turned to the side and Haley found her gaze once more flicking toward him. It was almost as if he was trying to prove a point.
Oh, he was proving a point, alright. Haley had always thought he was gifted. Now she knew just how gifted he really was.
Son of a bitch! He was right. This wasn't normal. Haley was going to blame it on the concussion. She was pretty sure she didn't have a concussion. But she was blaming all... this on it. Because, otherwise, that meant she really did find him attractive.
"That'll be a cold day in hell," she muttered to herself.
Before Scott could respond to that, there was a noise like a locking mechanism turning, then a panel on the same wall the head of the bed occupied slid open and allowed four... things to enter the room. They were all maybe three feet tall and were nothing she'd ever seen before. The torso of each one was some weird kind of lizard body, covered in scales and kind of grey in color. A tail flowed from the body between four pairs of legs. Said tail was long and thin, like one would see on a lion. It ended with a rounded bulb that had been topped with a stinger. It was long and thick and looked like it was dripping a clear liquid. Two sets of arms protruded from very human-looking shoulders. They were bulky, muscular arms with large hands. Each finger was topped with long claws that looked terribly sharp. There was some kind of sheen to them that made Haley think having them touch her would be bad.
The head... It looked like these things had a spider's head. Each one was round and black and slightly fuzzy looking. If the presence of fangs in the midst of all that black was anything to go by, they had mouths. The fangs, or whatever they were, moved back and forth. Each creature had eight eyes, all black as pitch with no pupil. They looked liquid in the light and those eyes were all focused on her and Scott. "What the ever-loving fuck?" The question came before Haley could think better of it.
"You will come with us," one of the creatures said. "Your presence is expected"
"I don't fucking think so," Haley responded. The creature looked at her a moment, then took a few steps into the room. It looked like it was coming right at her, so she took a step back. The creature moved further into the room, trailing after Haley like a bloodhound on the scent. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the thing. Somehow, all four sets of legs were propelling it forward, giving it a gait that reminded her of the skittering of horror movie insects.
"You will come with us," a second one said and followed its companion into the room. It looked as if it was going to come straight at her, too. Shit, She was running out of room and the first one was damn near on top of her. One of its hands reached for her, the gleaming claws only centimeters from touching her.
And then Scott was just suddenly in front of her. That clawed hand landed on the meaty muscle in his thigh and drew a hiss of pain up his throat. The thing's hand drew back, allowing her to see the bright red mark on Scott's skin. "What the fuck? Seriously. What the fuck?" Haley demanded. She really hoped Scott didn't hear the faint note of hysteria coloring her words.
"You will come with us," the first creature repeated. "Your presence is expected. If you fight, you will be hurt."
"Where are you supposed to take us?" Scott asked, teeth still clenched together against the pain. Whatever was on those claws, it was obviously not fun. For a moment, Haley wanted to check his thigh and make sure he was okay. But she pushed that stupid notion aside. Scott didn't need her to play nursemaid to his injuries. He was a grown man.
Boy, was he ever.
She mentally slapped herself and brought her attention back to the matter at hand. The other two things had crowded into the room and had circled them, effectively boxing them in. One of the things hands moved toward her as if it meant to touch her. "Haley. Do as it says and follow it." She shot a look toward Summers that was meant to ask him silently if he was out of his mind. But the tightness at the corners of his eyes and mouth suggested he was in a good deal of pain.
"Fine," she agreed. She didn't like it, but she was pretty sure she didn't want that thing touching her. Scott looked like he already regretted trying to protect her. "I guess I'm coming with you," she told the closest creature, then skirted around it and moved for the door. She heard it move and it was suddenly in front of her. She felt a second one move in close behind her.
"Your presence is expected," one of the others said. Obviously to Scott. Great. She really didn't want to know what was going to happen next.
The hallway they traveled was short and plain. The walls were gleaming white and there was nothing on them to suggest there might be rooms or something behind them. There wasn't much time to consider what might or might not be behind those walls, because they were pushing through a pair of swinging doors at the end of the hall soon enough. Haley stopped dead in her tracks the moment she laid eyes on what waited for them behind the doors. "Oh, hell no."
~*~
It didn't come as a surprise when Scott stepped through the doors behind Haley and found that they were in some sort of lab. It was also no surprise to find Sinister waiting for them in that lab. He was giving them an oily smile that had long ago ceased to bother Scott. What did surprise him was the clear cube set into the floor in the middle of the lab. He didn't know if the walls were glass or some kind of plastic. What he did know was it contained nothing beyond what looked to be a king-sized bed set on a platform in the very center. The mattress was covered with a bottom sheet in a shade of royal purple. Fluffy pillows in cases of the same color rested at what meant to be the head of the bed.
Shit.
"Welcome and thank you for joining me," Sinister said. He stood on the other side of the cube, near a bank of computers.
"You didn't give us much of a choice," Scott replied. He was careful to keep his tone level and devoid of any emotion. He wasn't going to give Sinister anything without a fight. And he knew there would be a fight. Especially with Haley in a ready position. Between the sight of that bed and the knowledge that they'd been acting very much not like themselves back in their room, Scott had a good idea what was about to happen. It was highly likely she would like it about as much as he did. Which was to say, not at fucking all.
"You'll have to forgive me my poor manners. I was simply too excited to wait until you were comfortable enough to come on your own." Scott heard the sadistic glee in Sinister's voice. The man's hand moved far enough to press a button on the console. The clear panel that was the cube's door slid down into the floor. Sinister's free hand motioned to the cube. "Now, then. Inside. Both of you."
The genteel Victorian manners slid away to leave them staring at the calculating asshole that had made Scott's life hell for as long as he could remember.
"I don't fucking think so," Haley responded, arms crossed over her chest. He knew, if there wasn't something in the air that suppressed their powers, she'd have been armored up by now. One thing he'd learned about her over the years as leader of Purple Team. She was always spoiling for a fight.
"Stone," he said softly, not looking back at her.
"I'm not going to play his games," she responded. There was a tightness in his voice that told him she'd caught on to what was about to happen and she wasn't happy about it. Scott wasn't, either. They both had someone to go home to. Whatever went on in this room, it would change their lives in ways he couldn't even begin to imagine.
"I believe you'll find you do not have a choice, my dear," he responded. Scott watched his hand move slightly to tap another button. Nothing seemingly happened, but Scott wasn't going to hold his breath. Then Sinister smiled again and motioned with his free hand toward the box. "Allow me to assure you that whatever it is you fear will happen once you step inside that room will happen. Whether or not you are conscious to experience it remains up to you. I would much rather see you be a willing participant in things. But it doesn't matter if you chose not to cooperate."
The touch of another button produced a tray from within some kind of cabinet at the end of the console. Syringes were laid out in a row, along with other medical supplies. The unspoken threat was obvious. "Of course, if you prefer some pain before you're rendered unconscious, my goblins will be more than willing to give you what you need."
Scott heard the sound of one of those things moving and he turned in time to catch the things tail slice through the air just in front of Haley's thighs. The stinger had extended and he could see it dripping with what was likely a mild venom. Haley managed to step back, but the look on her face said she was about to lose her cool. The last thing they needed was to make Sinister mad. So he caught her eye and flicked his gaze toward the box. Better to do it on her own terms and get it over with.
She stared at him, disbelief on her face. He wanted to tell her this was the only way to do things, that Sinister would up the game until he got what he wanted. But he couldn't tell her that in front of the man. He wasn't about to play to the man's ego. Scott flicked his gaze toward the box again. She'd obviously taken too long, because that tail swung at her again and she barely avoided it.
The seriousness of the situation must have fully sunk in, because Haley heaved a sigh and seemed to almost deflate. She skirted the goblin closest to her and gingerly moved toward the box. The goblin fell in line behind her, its tail sliding back and forth across the floor with a faintly grating sound that was no doubt meant to keep her going. Haley hesitated a moment before stepping through the opening. The goblin who had escorted her stood there and waited.
Scott shot a look toward Sinister, then drew a breath and followed Haley into the box. Their captor tapped a button and the door slid up to enclose them in the room. He glanced at the bed. Haley glanced at the bed. Then she retreated to the far side of the cube and turned her back on him. Tension ran across her shoulders and down her spine, telling him this was going to be a fight.
"Now, then. I expect to see results. Remove your garments and engage in carnal pleasure."
Haley said nothing to that, but the tension in her shoulders grew and she crossed her arms over her chest in blatant denial. Not that Scott blamed her. This wasn't his idea of a good time, either. And he certainly wasn't going to just jump into action, no matter what Sinister said. No matter that his cock, traitorous flesh that it was, strained against the front of his shorts like a dog pulling at its leash in the effort to reach the food dish. Or the nearest bitch in heat.
He tried to think of Jean. He tried to remind himself that Haley was happily married. He tried to remember that Purple Team had, for better or worse, always found him to be a raging asshole. He tried not to remember Haley gone to stone, vibrating with anger and staring him down like he was going to break him in half. His cock twitched at the memory. Fuck! There was definitely something in the air. He was so keyed up that just staring at her shoulder was turning him on in ways that it never would have normally.
He could imagine just how soft her skin was. How throaty her moans were. How silky her hair would be as it sifted through his fingers. How tight and wet she'd be when she was wrapped around him. How...
Scott took a breath and turned. It was in time to see Sinister tapping a button. Not just pressing it but tapping it. That wasn't good. It was about to get so much worse in here. He wished he could tell her, give her some warning. But there was no way of doing so without either getting close to her or Sinister hearing. The first one was no good simply because if he got close to her, he'd be inside of her before he could really think about what he was doing. The second one was no good because he didn't want Sinister to have any more information than he already did.
Still, he focused on the wall behind Sinister. There wasn't anything to look at. It was just an invisible speck that he could use to keep his wits about him. Because he knew what was coming. He could feel it. He could feel the desire practically burning through his veins. The desire to take her and make her his. To throw her onto the bed and fuck her right through the mattress. He wanted to leave his mark on her. On her skin and on her soul.
He gave himself a mental shake. He shouldn't be having these thoughts. He shouldn't be thinking such things about anyone other than Jean. He shouldn't but... He had to admit there was something about Haley. It had always been there. And it had always drawn him. He'd never been able to admit it. Not to himself. Certainly not to anyone else. But he'd seen it. He respected her. For her abilities as a leader. For her maturity in the face of difficulty. For her resolve after Harper's death. She was a force to be reckoned with and he'd always liked that about her. But those thoughts had never been anywhere near sexual.
Until now.
He knew, on some level, that it was Sinister's doing. The man couldn't leave anything alone. He meddled with everything and everyone that caught his fancy. Somehow. Haley had caught his fancy. He was almost certain about that. Oh, they'd had their song and dance thing happening for years. But he'd mostly sat back and left Scott alone. So he had to wonder, briefly, what it was that Sinister wanted to get out of this exchange. He thought he knew.
There was a flash, a memory, of facing down a woman with red hair. With brown eyes. With a body made of red crystals who hit him with blasts that had no problems knocking him on his ass.
Yes. He was sure he knew what was happening here. And he knew, he just knew, that he had to hang on to his sanity. Because to do anything else, to give in to his burgeoning desire, would be to invite disaster.
Scott grasped at that reasoning with all the mental strength he had. Gripped it and pulled it to him. He was going to do everything he could to shield himself with his reasoning and his thoughts and his knowledge. He was going to grit his teeth and stare at the wall and completely ignore the burning desire flooding his veins.
He stood by the door and repeated the words in his head, repeated that knowledge to himself in the hopes of ignoring the woman behind him. He swore he could smell her all the way across the cage. The scent of her shampoo. The scent of whatever lotion she used. The scent of her arousal. He swore he could almost see in his mind's eye droplets of moisture rolling slowly down her thighs. He muttered a curse, closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to the wall.
His heart thundered in his ears. His blood pounded in his veins. He was so aroused that his cock ached with the need to be inside of her. He just couldn't. He couldn't betray Jean, though that thought was starting to hold less sway over his mind. He couldn't take Haley and use her like that, despite the fact that doing so was exactly what his body and mind cried out for. He wasn't going to give in. He wasn't.
She moaned. It wasn't even very loud. It was a soft sound. Exhaled on a breath. But he heard it. In the absolute silence of their cage, he heard her moan. His body reacted so sharply that he almost came on himself over it. Scott found himself turning toward her. All he could think of was sinking into her. All he could see was her face when it wore a look of bliss. All he could hear was her name on his lips.
Haley was on her knees, head pressed against the wall. Somehow, she was huddled around herself despite the way she sat. Her entire body shook with need. Physically shook with it. He couldn't imagine what was going through her mind. He wanted to tell her that it would be okay. But he couldn't. Because it would be a lie. He wanted to pin her to the wall and fuck her like her life depended upon it. He wanted to whisper filthy things into her ear. He wanted to hear her scream out his name. He just wanted.
He didn't remember crossing the room. He was just suddenly standing over her. She felt his presence and lifted her head to look at him. Her cheeks were stained red with hunger or embarrassment. He didn't know which. He didn't care. There were tears in her eyes. Her lower lip was bright red and swollen. He could see the imprint of her teeth in the plump flesh. A glance past her face showed him nipples that poked enthusiastically against the material of the bra she wore.
"Goddamn it," he muttered.
A moment later, he had Haley hauled to her feet. Had her caught up against him. He saw it when she felt his erection prodding her flesh insistently. He saw it when her eyes widened because she knew what he was going to do. For a moment, he thought she'd fight him, Then she was throwing her arms around his neck, her mouth hot and hungry as it covered his. Her tongue pressed inside, slid along his own. And she moaned. Like a wanton whore.
He wanted to push her away. He wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her until she couldn't walk straight.
A tendril of anger brushed him. How dare she make him feel like this! How dare she make him think of things he couldn't have! How dare she turn him into this thing he'd been keeping hidden deep inside for far too long!
Anger saw him pushing her away. Saw him shoving her back against the clear wall of their cage. His hand lifted, circled her throat and squeezed. Just a little. Just to show her what she did to him. She made some noise, something that was a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Her hands were at his hips, curling around the waistband of his boxer briefs so she could try to shove them down. At the same time, he was attempting to remove her bra. But it was a sports bra, so taking it off meant letting go of her so he could pull it over her head. He didn't want to let her go.
It took time and effort, but he managed to rid her of it by pulling it down her arms one strap at a time. In moments, it was at her waist. Moments after that saw it pooled on the floor by her feet. Her panties were easier. They quickly joined the bra on the floor and allowed him his first look at her naked.
Her breasts were more than a handful, soft and tempting, with nipples that were puckered tight. Her waist was narrow while her hips flared. The perfect spot to put his hands. There were muscles in her arms from working out. Not bulky, but not subtle, either. Long legs bunched with muscle when the flexed, as if she was fighting with herself to keep from wrapping them around his waist. Pale creamy skin stretched as far as the eye could see. A thatch of hair between her thighs, the same fiery color as the hair on her head, hid her most intimate flesh from his view. She was fucking perfection.
And she was his.
His underwear hadn't even gotten anywhere near his ankles. They were stuck at his thighs, He didn't care. She was naked and his cock was out. That was the only encouragement he needed. One hand reached down and took hold of her leg, fingers curled behind the knee. It took no work to lift it up, to hook it over his arm. His hand left her throat to repeat the action with her other leg. Then he pressed closer, moved his arms so that her legs touched the wall behind her. That opened her up to him. He took a moment to look down.
Pink flesh met his gaze. It glistened with an abundance of liquid. He couldn't stop the groan that rolled up his throat. She was so wet. For him. Scott leaned in, pressed his mouth to her ear. "Put my cock inside, Haley. I'm going to fuck you senseless. But you're going to put me inside of your body so that I know you want it as much as I do."
Haley shuddered. But her hand slid between them until she could take hold of his erection. He couldn't hold back a groan when her hand fisted the length of his cock. His hips jerked into her hold, a silent plea for more. He thought he heard a soft huff of triumph from her, but it was buried under the loud groan that rolled up his throat when the head of his cock pressed into all of that hot, wet flesh.
He inched forward, letting himself sink balls deep into her body. She shuddered again, a low moan brushing his ear as she did so. Her body gripped him tight, as if it never planned on letting him go.
He held himself there a moment, enjoying the way her body fit around his. Enjoying the soft, mewling sounds that Haley made. He knew, without even having to ask, that she would welcome that part of him that he kept carefully locked away. How he knew, he couldn't say. But he knew. Haley would take it. Not only just take it. She'd enjoy it. Something inside Scott unfurled, a desire he rarely let himself feel. He drew back, held himself poised on the brink until Haley made a sound of protest. Then he shoved himself back into her hard. Let his hips slap up against Haley's so that he ground into her.
He gave her a moment to catch her breath, to still the trembling that had come to her limbs with his forward thrust. Then he shoved forward again, pressed deep and drew back. She moaned again, encouraging his hips to move faster. To drive deeper. He thrust again. And again. Another time. Haley's teeth caught his throat and bit down. She soothed the bite with her tongue. Then she was pressing into him so that she could take his earlobe between her teeth and bite down. "Fuck me harder, Scott."
The words were music to his ears. No gentle begging or soft sighs. Haley's voice told the same story her body did. She wanted him to fuck her senseless. She wanted him to hurt her. She welcomed the pain. That was the sweetest aphrodisiac anyone could offer him. This was the thing that he kept locked away. Because Jean... This was never something he could do with Jean. She had never welcomed this kind of pleasure. She'd never been able to give him this one thing he needed.
"She fits with you perfectly, Scott," Sinister's voice cut into his thoughts. He kept his attention on Haley, unwilling to have an image of the man's face in his head while he was doing his best to pound Haley through the wall of their cage. "Your wife would never allow such rough pleasure. But Haley welcomes it. She relishes it. She was made for you, Scott. She's perfect for you. This was meant to be."
Haley dragged him closer, buried her face against his neck. Her tongue dipped out so that it could drag across his skin. It teased its way up to his ear, trailing over the lobe slowly. "I'm here, Scott. I'm here," she whispered. It was a sultry whisper, all unleashed heat and burgeoning need. Her hips shifted into his, urging him to continue. "I need more. Give me more."
Scott shifted his hands so that they were cupped around her ass cheeks, then planted his feet against the floor. This encounter wouldn't last much longer. Haley's muscles clenched tight around him, her slick heat pushing him to the very edge of his endurance. She didn't shy away from the way he slammed up into her, the way his hips ground into her flesh. And when her head tipped back, when she exposed the long line of her throat, he leaned down and took that soft flesh between his teeth.
She hissed in pleasure, her hips jerking in response to the pain that came with his teeth pressed tight to her skin. Her fingers found their way into his hair and twisted around it, pulled it until his scalp tingled. All that did was force him to fuck her harder.
"Such a wanton woman, Haley. What would your beloved husband say if he could see you like this?" Sinister spoke again, this time turning his attentions to Scott's partner. "Does it matter what he'd say? Because to see you like this... This is the woman you were meant to be. This is where you were meant to be. You and Scott were destined for this glory, child. Accept this gift I've given you."
Sinister's words should have dulled his rampant desire. They didn't. Instead, his cock got harder. Haley's body clung more tightly. She got wetter. And he heard, in the way she panted and gasped for air, that she was beyond ready to climax. Scott clenched his jaw, curled his fingers tighter around her ass cheeks. His hips moved faster, drove his cock deeper, slammed against her harder.
"Yes, my toys. Reach for that peak. Urge one another to completion. Let your animalistic natures run free. Find your pleasure with one another," Sinister whispered. Scott's balls drew up in preparation of his climax. He pulled back from her slightly, one hand leaving her ass so that he could press it against the glass next to her head. The other hand lifted away, prompting Haley to wrap her legs around his waist. His hand slipped between their bodies, his thumb brushing against her clit before he flicked it with the nail.
She gave a strangled cry, her body going tight around him. And then she was coming, her hips pressed so tightly to him that he was buried to the hilt. The feel of her muscles clenching around him was all he needed to empty himself inside of her. He let his head rest against her shoulder while hers dropped back against the wall behind her. They both panted for air, struggling to get a full breath after the ferocity of their coupling.
"Excellent!" Sinister crowed. "An excellent start to what should be an intriguing experiment."
Their captor moved away from the cage. Scott lifted his head to find Haley staring at him. Her eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, her pleasure clinging to them the way her body still clung to his. With the way her head was tipped back, he couldn't miss the bite mark he'd left on her throat. It was bright red, suggesting he'd bitten her hard enough to damn near break skin. Dark pleasure rolled through him at the thought.
He shifted his hands back to her ass, cupping it so that he could hold her close. Then he turned them for the bed. Sinister wasn't ready to let them out of their cage yet. He no doubt had more planned. So Scott moved them to the bed, dumping Haley onto the soft surface before he followed her down and pinned her under his body.
She stared at him, a hint of confusion edging into the pleasure. Scott dipped his head and drew a nipple into his mouth, sucked at it and bit the hardened peak until she writhed beneath him. He lifted his head and gave her a look. Gave her a crooked smile.
"Rest up, Haley," he told her before dragging his tongue over the other nipple. "When I get my energy back, I'm going to fuck you into the mattress."
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Date: 2024-02-10 11:02 pm (UTC)i realized that the description of what Haley feels and that Johnny feels regarding the link is different and i didn't mean to do that. i thought about switching it, then i realized that i actually liked that they both felt different things. so i left it.
i imagine the goblins do hiss when they speak. i also imagine that their tails kind of make the same sound on the floor as a snake's belly scales might. because why not? i'm sure the creep factor isn't just for Sinister alone.
i am pleased (i think) that i've got Sinister's voice right. maybe?
well, certainly the man knows things. but he obviously won't know all the details. plus, no better way to fuck with people than mention their SOs whilst in the middle of sexual congress with someone else.
Scott probably needs to let go a lot. and with great frequency.
thanks, hon. glad you enjoyed! i can't wait to see what's next, either.