No Man's Land
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marysuevirusTitle: No Man's Land
Chapter Nine: Training
Fandom: the Marvel Universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic sex and violence, language, incest and anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of Marvel and whoever the hell else owns them. i'm
merely borrowing them for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. the Sues are the sole property of their originators, Ginevra, Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, SilverFoxChan, Samuraiter and ladydeathfaerie. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from Dazzledfirestar. plot bunny cultivating is being done with Daz.
Author's Notes: nothing really spectacular.
No Man's Land - the Index
Remy sat in the chair and simply watched. The sun had come up some time ago and the room was flooded with soft golden light. It slanted across the floor and touched everything it could with fingers of weakly warmed, pale yellow fingers. Presently, it was creeping slowly across Stark's face, which was relaxed in sleep. There was nothing left to speak to the difficulties he'd faced the day before. Nothing except perhaps the shadows under his eyes and the empty bottle of bourbon that lay on the floor on its side. One drink had ended up being the rest of the bottle. The whole time Stark had been drinking, working hard at pretending he wasn't even remotely turned on by the glancing touch of Remy's skilled fingers, those fingers were working hard to break down some of Stark's personal barriers. Between the occasional 'accidental' brush against the man's cock and the abundant use of his charm, Stark had almost allowed a good night kiss.
Almost. But his annoying heterosexuality had reared its ugly head at the last moment and he'd pushed Remy away before their lips could touch. Then he'd fallen into unconsciousness, because of both the alcohol and the push Remy had given him with his charm.
Stark lay sprawled across the bed on his back, one arm thrown up over his head as if he was trying to protect himself from the sun even in his sleep. And he'd obviously been gifted with at least a few pleasant dreams, his cock hard and erect. Of course, it could simply be that the man woke with a hard on every morning, regardless of the situation. It was an event the male sex was prone to. And it was a condition Remy planned on taking full advantage of.
He allowed his gaze to rake the man's body, stroking and memorizing every line with his eyes. There were scars here and there, some shiny white and old while others were pearly pink and fresh. The light from the device implanted in his chest created a halo of blue light in the room, a halo that fought for dominance with the growing strength of the sun's rays. There was no fat on the man anywhere, his arms and legs filled with well shaped with muscles. A flat abdomen and defined pectorals, combined with every other curve of muscle, spoke to a daily regimen of work outs that kept him lean and strong. In his prime. Ready for anything.
But the care that the man had put into his body was easily forgotten when one looked at the disheveled look to his hair or the growth of stubble that covered his jaw. It was there in his face, marked by the faint circles that crowded under his eyes. Even in his sleep, there was a type of exhaustion that rested in the lines of his face. So well cared for and yet so forgotten. The war had taken its toll on Stark and left him a study in contradictions.
Despite all that, there was no denying that the man was handsome.
Remy rose from his seat and casually leaned down to scoop up the empty bottle. The move was, as with almost everything he did, filled with grace and sensuality. Roxxy had remarked once that the gods who had crafted Remy had made him for the enjoyment of everyone. And then they'd promptly broken the mold when he'd charmed their powers from them. After that, they'd cursed the world with his presence in it.
To be sure, he was definitely one of a kind, more a lover than a fighter. Oh, he'd done his part in the war. First Magneto and then Harper had been sure to make good use of Remy's unique ability. Hundreds had fallen to his explosive attacks and, at times and with just a hint of melancholy, he recalled a time when he would have done anything possible to avoid killing. Lover. Fighter. Once upon a time, they'd been two separate entities. Now, they'd come to mean the same thing. Survival.
With studied care, Remy carried the bottle over to the trash and made sure it was deposited in the can quietly. There was no need to wake his captive. Not just yet. He wanted to Stark to warm to his touch. Such an event wouldn't happen with the man conscious and aware. Iron Man needed a slow, tender introduction to the joys of a blow job given by a member of the same sex. It was said that a man knew better how to suck cock than any woman, simply because he knew what felt good to him. Not that Remy hadn't experienced some mind blowing fellatio given by a member of the opposite sex. But they needed Stark pliant and easy. They needed him hungry for the touch of a hand, be it a man or a woman's hand.
Returning to the bed, he lowered himself to sit on the edge, his hip close to Stark's thigh. Remy deliberated for just a moment, pondering the merits of a hand job as opposed to a blow job. Given the man's preference for women, Remy decided that it would be best for the moment to stick with a simple hand job. It would be easier to pretend that way. For at least a little while. But before he began such an obvious means of indoctrination, some sweet, tender seduction was called for.
And so Remy allowed himself to touch Stark. Anywhere. Everywhere. His fingers grazed the man's lips, just a touch of his charm collected in their tips to leave a gentle tingling behind. Slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, he let his hand drift across Stark's cheek to trace the line of the man's throat. A sigh, soft and light as down, passed between Tony's lips and he shifted on the bed, His body, already caught up in the need for pleasure, made the attempt to keep contact with the hand that lightly stroked his skin.
When he traced a path from the man's neck to his nipples, Stark drew an unsteady breath and moaned so quietly that Remy almost didn't hear him. But it was still early and most everyone liked to sleep in. Especially after a night of play. Most mornings were his and his alone. So the place was silent, only the sound of bird call from outside the patio doors to distract him from his task. Bird song wasn't enough to distract him from the sounds of Tony Stark's pleasure.
No doubt the man was dreaming, envisioning himself in bed with some buxom blonde. Or a fiery redhead. Or a vivacious brunette. Or all three. Remy almost wished he had the power to strengthen and deepen the dream. But he didn't. All he could do was bathe Tony in his charm while his fingers moved with agility and purpose toward their final target.
After teasing Tony's nipples with his fingertips, Remy allowed his hands to drift lower and play along the rippling plains of Stark's abdomen. At the same time, he leaned forward just enough to drag the tip of his tongue around the other man's peaked nipples. The length of his hair brushed against Tony's skin and brought forth another moan. There was a slight shift in the man's body, suggesting that the desire and need were building to a fever pitch. It would soon be time to bring all of his not insignificant skills into play. But for just a while longer, he wanted to continue the sweet torture that came with teasing the man's nipples and abdomen.
Remy didn't stop his teasing until he felt the faint tremors that rolled through tense muscles in Tony's abdomen. Until he saw the man's hips shift and jerk at random intervals, as if his body was seeking out the promise it felt in Remy's hands. Only then did he drag his mouth from the man's flat nipples. He kissed a path down Stark's body, tasting the salt and dirt that clung to his skin, as well as the bourbon that he'd downed the night before. The man tasted of hedonism and intoxication.
A long, low groan rolled up Tony's throat when Remy's hair brushed against the other man's erection, when those silken strands tangled and teased the man's length. It was enough to see a shudder roll through him, to see the man's body arch while his hands reached absently for Remy's head. The Cajun was careful to slip away before the man's fingers found him. Stark groaned and let his hands drop back to the bed.
Remy reached out with one hand so that he could trail two fingers up and down the length of the man's cock. Stark's body reacted immediately, his hips jerking while his erection twitched. Remy smirked and let his fingers slip down until he could cup the man's balls in the palm of his hand. He brought his thumb up and let it stroke back and forth, from the base of the man's erection to his sac. A shudder rolled up the length of Tony's spine and ended in a long, loud, hoarse moan of intense pleasure.
That's when he turned on the charm.
The jumble of emotions that poured off the sleeping man were almost as heady an aphrodisiac as the way he moaned, so deep and throaty, like a twenty dollar whore who'd never before experienced such pleasure. Hunger and need and pleasure were all there, all rolled up in one big bundle that teased and taunted Remy's empathy. Made his body run tight with his own hunger and need. Blood rushed to his groin, pooled in his cock until it stood hard and erect. Until it damn near hurt with the need for release.
For a moment, he considered coaxing Stark into fisting his cock and stroking it until he exploded in orgasm. But only for a moment. He knew he could make Stark hornier, could make him hungrier, but he couldn't cloud the man's mind and trick him into thinking he was touching himself. Besides, when Stark came to him that way, it would be broken to Remy's hand and touch. The man would come to him on his knees, crawling and begging to be allowed the honor and privilege of touching Remy. Stark would be eager to be granted such rewards.
He didn't relent on the charm until Stark's hand crept across his belly toward his own cock, intent on bringing himself relief. Only then did he let up. But that was only so he could lift his hand a scant few inches and curl it around the man's erection. Tony hissed in reaction and arched his back in an effort to drive his shaft further into Remy's hold. The move did him no good. Remy simply tightened his grip and waited for the man to stop moving.
The head of Tony's erection glistened with a drop or two of moisture. The pre-cum beckoned Remy closer, demanded he lap it up and take an intimate taste of the other man. There was no better time than now, before his prisoner woke and realized what was happening. So Remy leaned over until his mouth was nearly touching Stark's shaft, dipped his tongue out so that it could drag a long, slow lick over the mushroom shaped head. The saltiness of that single drop coated his tongue. Remy had to fight the urge to moan out loud. But he didn't fight the urge to drop a kiss against the slit. Stark's body surged upward in reaction.
Remy made his strokes along Tony's length long and slow, the same way he'd used his tongue to taste of the other man. In response, Stark lifted his hips so that each downward motion of Remy's fist saw it ending at the base of the man's cock. The intensity of Tony's pleasure was thickening, growing deeper with each motion of his fist and Remy's hand. A glance at Stark's face showed Remy that the man's mouth hung open as he gasped for air. There was a tightness around the man's closed eyes that came with his mounting pleasure. Stark's fists were curled tightly around the bedding.
Underneath the growing desire was a faint sense of awareness. It told Remy that he didn't have much more time before the man woke and turned prudish on him. In the light of day, after the defeat of the previous morning and the siren's call of the bourbon, Stark would jerk away from Remy's touch and stridently declare that he didn't do men, that he was a lover of women. And all the while, his body would be high from the pleasure Remy had given it, would be caught up in the release of the orgasm. Stark wouldn't know what was truth and what was lie. It was that state of confusion that Remy was counting on. Just as Harper was counting on it. That confusion would be Stark's downfall.
Confusion and Remy's charm.
Remy moved his hand just a little faster, curled his fingers just a little tighter around Tony's cock. Applied just a little more charm. The subtle panting grew in sound. Tony's hips shifted and moved in time with Remy's stroking hand, his body blindly seeking the release that lurked just under the surface. It was time to hasten that release along.
The Cajun's free hand slid between Stark's thighs, nudging them apart ever so slightly to give him more room. The man obliged without thought, spreading his legs so that Remy would be able to make that one last overture that would help seal the deal. There was no way that Stark would be able to deny that it had happened. And there was no way he'd be able to deny the pleasure Remy had given him. It would be the first nail in the coffin that sealed Stark's fate.
He let his fingers stroke Stark's balls again, felt a rush of need pour through him at the desperate quality that filled the man's moans. As he'd hoped, Tony planted his feet against the mattress, providing him not only with more leverage on the man's cock, but access to the crack of his ass. To the hidden treasure that lay between them.
There was a momentary hesitation as Remy's finger came to rest on the ring of muscle, but his charm soon had Stark's body relaxing and he carefully worked the single digit deep into the dry heat of Stark's anal passage. The moan became a hoarse gasp and Tony's cock jerked in Remy's grasp. And when the pleasure grew to almost unbearable heights, the man lifted his hips and allowed Remy to slide his finger deeper.
Tony's hips jerked in short, sharp thrusts that signified he was right on the cusp. Remy smiled and poured charm into him, flooded the man's body on two fronts with a heightened sense of intense pleasure that threw him over the edge. Stark's eyes flew open as a loud cry left his throat. His hips slammed up into Remy's fist. His muscles tensed around Remy's finger. "Dat right, Tony. It feel good. So good. Jus' let it go. You know you want to."
Another wave of charm had Stark nearly screaming as his cock twitched and then exploded. Thick ropes of Stark's seed splattered Remy's hand and Tony's chest. All the while, Remy kept stroking his cock, kept filling him with charm, kept whispering words of encouragement to his partner. Kept it going until Tony Stark, once the world's biggest playboy, lay sated and limp and spent against the mattress.
Sweat clung to the man's brow, darkening his hair and plastering it to his forehead. The morning light shone off the pearly white fluid that coated his chest. A chest that rose and fell rapidly as he tried to get his breath back. Remy withdrew his hands and rose from the bed, sauntering to the bathroom to collect a towel and a wash cloth. While he was there, he took the opportunity to wash his hands. Then he returned with the gathered linens and handed them wordlessly to Tony.
Silence hung thick and heavy between the two of them as Stark went to work cleaning himself up. Remy resumed his seat, taking care to adjust himself within the tight confines of his jeans. The pair was old and worn, a favorite of his. Absently, his hands sought out the deck of cards that rested on the small table by his chair and he began shuffling them before laying out a hand of solitaire. He was vaguely aware of his companion pulling himself into a sitting position, the wash cloth left on the night stand while the towel rested primly across his lap.
After several long moments of pregnant silence, Stark spoke. "Do you make a habit of jerking off strange men in your bed?" There was heat in the man's voice, the heat of embarrassment and anger.
Remy lifted a brow at him. "Non. All my partners willing."
"You call molesting a man while he's asleep willing?" Anger darkened Stark's gaze while the man's hands were fisted in his lap. He was filled with a boiling mix of rage and humiliation and confusion. Beneath that, buried by the strength of the other emotions, was a lingering sense of pleasure that the man had no way of hiding from him.
Remy turned a knowing grin on him. "Jus' helpin' a friend out in his time of need."
The other man leveled an arctic glare his way. "I can take care of my own time of need, thank you very much."
Remy chuckled, lifting one shoulder lazily. "If dat what you want. Seem to me you enjoy youself."
The words hit Stark like a slap in the face and the remembered sensation of Remy's charm sliding along tingling nerve endings made him want to shudder. And based on the way the man's hands tightened and shifted across his lap, that remembered sensation had his traitorous cock growing hard once again. Remy gave consideration to offering a hand again, but the scowl on Tony's face suggested that such an action would be unwelcome at this juncture. The man's cheeks darkened as blood rushed to his face. Maybe he was thinking the same thing. Then the scowl deepened and Stark shot a hateful glare Remy's way. "I didn't."
A single, disbelieving brow shot up at that. "You don' hear de way you moan. You don' see de way you hips rock or de way you writhe in you sleep. You almost begged me to touch you. Seem to me like you came pretty hard for someone who don' like men." With that statement, Remy rose from his seat and crossed to where Tony still sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn't miss the frown that twisted Stark's lips when he positioned himself so that his obvious arousal was in the other man's face.
Slowly, carefully, he leaned over to take the towel from Stark's lap. As he did so, his fingers grazed the exposed skin of Tony's thigh. His mouth brushed lightly against the stubble on the man's cheek. And each touch sent a new shot of charm racing along the man's nerves. As close as they were, Remy couldn't miss the hitch in Tony's breath or the moan he tried to stifle. "Even now, you mouth denyin' de pleasure you feel while you body remember it. And it beggin' for more."
The words were breathed into Stark's ear while his free hand crept between them to stroke lightly along the steadily growing erection the man had been so desperate to hide from him. "You want dis old Cajun to make you fly again? You want me to wrap my lips around you and suck you hard until you explode?"
Stark's cock twitched in silent answer. Even if Stark didn't think he wanted it, a part of him was certain it did. But Tony clenched his teeth together and rose from the bed, his actions forcing Remy to step away from him. Arms crossed over his chest, his shaft hard and standing tall, Tony looked Remy in the eye and lied. "I want to take a cold shower. And I want you to leave me the hell alone."
Those words made him chuckle. But he showed Stark to the bathroom all the same and made sure that the man knew the door would remain open while he tried to wash away the confusion and embarrassment along with the evidence that his body knew what it wanted. He hadn't expected Tony to want any more contact. Not just yet. But even if he wasn't willing to admit to the need, his body was.
Yes. Even though it had only been one night and one single sexual encounter, Tony Stark was well on his way to being broken. A little more charm and Remy's smooth tongue...
Iron Man would be putty in their hands.
~*~*~*~*~
It no longer resembled the school it had once been. That thought kept rolling around Jamie's head as he strolled the grounds around the mansion. Oh, it still looked the same on the inside, with all of the same mellowed wood and dark colors he remembered from before. And even the mansion itself still had the same look on the outside. Even the grounds immediately surrounding the mansion were kept in much the same manner that they'd been before the start of the war. But the walls that surrounded the place... Those were definitely different.
The walls were thick and high, like those he'd seen built around castles in Europe, and made for defending the keep hidden away behind them. There were men and women walking the walls, obviously on patrol, ever vigilant in the face of the enemy. Weapons were set up on spaced platforms some ten to fifteen feet from one another. No one would make it past those walls if it could be helped. And he was sure that there were more weapons hidden away, lying in wait in case someone decided to storm the walls of the castle. Shaking his head, he turned to keep walking.
Only a fool would try attacking this place.
"You're up early." The voice startled him from his musings and saw him turning to meet the voice's owner. Pietro was approaching at a normal pace, his hair a bright beacon in the morning light. Jamie had last seen him in blues. It felt odd now, seeing the man in black. Almost as if he was a ghost.
"I spent far too much time locked away behind closed doors. I fully plan on enjoying my freedom," he replied casually. The other man nodded mutely. Jamie let his gaze wander over the mansion, taking note of a few men placed on the roof. They stood guard, just like those that walked the walls. "I used to dream of coming back here in my sleep. Some place I knew to be safe." A soft sigh escaped him and he began to walk again. Pietro fell into step with him and waited for Jamie to finish his thought. "It all seems the same. As if nothing has changed. But everything's changed. Hasn't it?"
Pietro heaved a sigh and nodded, his gaze skimming the men on the roof before turning to the men on the wall. "The war was brutal. It changed everything. And everyone."
"I missed almost all of it." Jamie frowned. "And there was almost no news to be had in that prison. We heard about it when the war finally ended. The humans were solemn and hateful. We also heard about it when Magneto was killed. I'm sorry about your father, Pietro."
"He would be proud of his sacrifice. He gave his life for the cause." Pietro fell silent a moment, as if lost in memories. Then he shook himself and waved a hand, as if erasing those things he didn't want to recall anymore. "He was never the same after Xavier was killed. They might have had their differences, but Charles Xavier was the only man my father ever looked up to."
It was obvious that the subject was difficult for Pietro, so Jamie sought another topic to pursue. He asked the first question that came to mind. "How did it all come to this? How did Harper Stone end up in control of this place?"
"When my father took control and began leading the mutant armies, he turned to some of Xavier's best and former students into his generals. Harper happened to be one of them. With Xavier and Jean gone, only Emma's telepathic power is stronger than Harper's. My father made the strongest mutants his generals. All of the members of the Inner Circle were generals. They fought together under Magneto's direction until he died. And then they fought together under Harper's direction. Without them, the war would have been lost."
"But Harper was barely old enough to vote. How could he lead the world's mutants?" Jamie was skeptical of the younger man's abilities. But hadn't Harper been the one to send people after Ororo? Hadn't it been Harper's people who had freed him and the rest of the mutants being held there?
"Harper is skilled, smart, and devious. There's nothing he can't do when he puts his mind to it. Nothing. Harper took control of the mutant armies. And it was because of his leadership that we weren't all exterminated from the face of the earth," Pietro said, a sneer in his voice. Jamie wasn't sure if it was directed at Harper or the unmentioned humans they'd fought for so long.
"And this?" Jamie motioned around the courtyard with one hand, the gesture meant to encompass the enclave and the Inner Circle in one move. "This was Harper's idea?"
"You didn't see the way it was when the war ended. There was almost nothing left," Pietro's gaze focused inward, as if he was recalling what it had been like in the aftermath of all the death and destruction. "Harper had the foresight and drive to unite the mutants. There are enclaves like this all around the world. The mutants take care of their own. They form communities and protect one another. They work the land and grow crops. They hunt down deer and elk for meat if they have no cattle on hand. They fish. They're as unified as I think they'll ever be. In the horror left behind by war, Harper found a way to make it work. And other people copied his actions."
Jamie pondered that for a few minutes as the two of them kept walking. Pietro seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, giving Jamie the needed silence to work through the things going around in his own head. "What about the group here? What's their story?"
"The Inner Circle?" Pietro asked. One silvery brow lifted at that. "They are the elite."
Jamie frowned. "The elite? How do you mean?"
"Harper and Haley Stone. Dare Scott. Roxxy Stewart. Remy LeBeau. Warren Worthington. Magneto's elite. They were his best generals, each with power strong enough to take down the humans easily. When the war ended and the treaties were signed, Harper was there. Harper and his Inner Circle. They practically control the East coast. The only domain they don't ever touch is Emma's and that's because they respect each other enough not to make trouble."
Jamie took a moment or two to absorb that. Pietro gave him the time, then went on as if he hadn't paused.
"They rule with an iron fist. They do not suffer many humans to live and no one dares step into their territory and question their actions or motives." It as information as much as it was a subtle warning. Jamie merely nodded his head to signify he understood. "Harper's concern is the continuation of the mutant race."
"And how does he plan on doing that? We both know that mutations aren't a guaranteed thing."
Pietro nodded and, by the look on his face, seemed to be considering his words. "Harper is convinced that the coupling of two strong mutants will result in a child with strong mutant abilities. He has been trying to set up a small breeding program here."
Jamie puzzled that over for a second before understanding dawned. "He wants Haley, Dare and Roxxy to get pregnant by Remy and Warren. What about himself? Isn't he in on that deal?"
Pietro paused before answering, once again choosing his words very carefully. "Harper only holds affection for one person and he won't dare risk impregnating her."
"Haley?" Jamie couldn't quite keep the confusion and disgust from his voice. Pietro shot him a cool look.
"I would advise you not to judge things you have no knowledge of. Times were desperate." Something shone in Pietro's eyes as he spoke. Jamie thought it might be loss or regret, but he couldn't be certain. "During the war, my father encouraged intimacy where ever it could be found. No one frowned upon what Harper and Haley did because it didn't affect their positions in the mutant army. Those of us in positions of power were granted certain allowances. And we all sought the softer things where we could."
"Those of you in power. The Inner Circle?" Pietro nodded in reply to the question. "What makes them the Inner Circle? Why them and not some other group?"
"They are the ones with all the power. Naturally you know of Harper and Haley's mutations. As well as Remy's and Warren's. But what do you know of Roxxy and Dare?"
"Not very much. I know them in passing, but I never got to know anything about them," Jamie admitted.
"Roxxy is a shape shifter. She can take on the form of a mountain lion and she is deadly. She's the only one here who can control Logan." At Jamie's confused look, Pietro went on. "He's completely feral. He eats whatever he's given as food. Sometimes, he'll even fuck it before he devours it. There is nothing left of the man we used to know. And Dare... I've never seen a more gifted pyrokinetic. Or a more deadly one."
"She's worse than Pyro?"
"Pyro was a babe next to Dare. Her talents are amazingly strong. She needs no accelerant. She is the accelerant. And she has no problems setting to flame whatever gets in her way." Pietro smiled at that, and it wasn't a very nice smile, either. "Nick Fury would cream himself if he could gather any information on her. I have no doubt she could set the entire world on fire if she wished to do so."
Jamie fell silent as he considered what Pietro had told him. After some moments, he offered the other man a quirky smile. "Can we not give her that idea, please?"
"You have no need to fear on that front, Jamie. Harper is more concerned with ruling the world than destroying it." There was a hint of laughter in the other man's voice. Jamie nodded his head briefly, then considered what he'd heard.
Some things still didn't make sense. Why had they holed up in this place if they wanted that kind of power? Why hadn't Harper taken his apparently unbeatable Inner Circle out into what was left of the world and crush every pocket of resistence under his heel? "If he wants to rule the world, why is he still here? Why all this?" As if to make his point, Jamie motioned around him with one hand at everything.
"Before the war turned, the mutants were very careful about ensuring their own safety. Self-preservation became a rallying call to all mutants. Some of us hid and stayed hidden until we were told it was safe to come out. Some, like those here, joined together out of necessity, as a way to watch each other's backs. As time passed and the dire fear of being hunted began to die, what had once been a decision made to protect one another slid into something less frantic but by no means less important."
Jamie couldn't miss the meaning behind Pietro's words. "There's some affection held between the members of the Inner Circle?"
"A twisted kind of affection, but yes. There is affection. Harper treats Dare as both sister and child. Roxxy is a beloved partner capable of delivering death to his enemies on silent, stealthy paws. Warren's mind is caught somewhere between the man he was and the man he became in order to survive the war. You remember Death well, I'm sure. And Remy... His power is so great that most people fear him. Harper welcomes him with open arms. Then there is the sex." Pietro slipped into silence for a moment, obviously considering the sex he'd just mentioned.
"I take it Harper isn't picky who he sleeps with," Jamie replied softly.
"Anyone is welcome to share his bed. It allows him to mind fuck them on more intimate terms." Pietro turned a look Jamie's way. What he saw in the man's eyes might have made him shudder once upon a time. But not now. Not after all he'd seen in the prison he'd been held captive in. "Very rarely does he allow anyone to share Haley's bed. He only allows a few select people that honor."
Something in the man's voice... Jamie frowned. It was starting to sound so sick and horrible. "He offered her to you, didn't he?"
"Harper believes that the mixing of the Stone DNA and my own, thanks to my father being who he was, will create the strongest mutant the world has ever seen." Pietro's tone of voice suggested that such a union was the furthest thing from his mind.
"You turned the offer down?"
Pietro shrugged one shoulder and even that move looked arrogant. "I've left the decision up to Haley. She has no deep love for me. If she says yes, then I imagine we'll deal with it then. For now, I'm content with my position. It affords me the ability to protect those here who are in need of protection."
There was an edge and a kind of softness to his voice that told Jamie the person he protected was someone close to him. Someone who couldn't defend themselves against the insanity of this life. "She must be special."
"Indeed. And I worry what Harper will do to her if she were left to her own devices. Her mind is fragile and Harper's hunger for power knows no limits. He will use anyone he can to attain his goals."
"And that goal is?" Jamie asked curiously.
"The power to rule the world." The way Pietro said it was flat and steady, the way someone might remark on the weather or the color of the sky. No emotions, no inflection. Just a simple statement of fact.
"What about you? Don't you want to rule the world? Don't you want power?"
"I have no aspirations toward power. Those kinds of aspirations were what got my father killed. Sadly, the explosion that killed him also killed hundreds of people. Humans and mutants alike. Wanda was with him that day. She died there with him. She and Jean Grey." For a brief moment, Jamie heard the note of grief in Pietro's voice. He still mourned his sister, even if he didn't grieve for his father.
By the time they finished their talk, they'd strolled around the mansion to the grounds behind it. Jamie could see that everything still looked as it had back before the war had started. It killed something inside of him at the mockery the former school's grounds made of the new world he found himself living in. Everything here had stayed the same.
But the rest of the world had changed.
~*~*~*~*~
Storm was awaiting her as she walked into the Danger Room. And she didn't have to flick her gaze toward the window to know that Harper and Haley were in the control room. They were going to watch her first training session with Johnny. No doubt to be sure she didn't do anything they didn't want her doing. Like throwing him on the floor and fucking him until he passed out from exhaustion. She knew what her task here today was.
Dare stood in the shadows by the door for a few seconds, allowing herself to look him over. Johnny was as naked as he had been the night before. And someone had thoughtfully removed the cuffs from his wrists so his hands hung at his sides. Years of service as one of the Fantastic Four had left him well muscled and trim. She let her gaze travel over the swell of each group of muscles, from his biceps and triceps to his pectorals, from his abs to his ass, from his thighs to his calves.
He was sculpted and well formed. Fucking beautiful to look at. Except for the blatant defiance on his face. That was ugly and unwanted. But wasn't that why she was there? Wasn't it her job to take that defiance away, bit by tiny bit, until he was little more than putty in her hands? And wasn't she completely looking forward to doing her job?
Purring with appreciation, she stepped out into the light. The sound of her approach brought his gaze her way, though she was sure that he didn't really want to look at her. She'd dressed carefully for this meeting, intent on making an impression on him. So that he knew what he could have, if he only said yes. The bra was black lace and barely contained her breasts. The twin globes strained against the material, overflowing the cups that held them as gently as a lover's hands would. The fishnet shirt was purple and she'd made sure to arrange it just perfectly so that the threads that made up the weave were positioned around her nipples. Nipples that were hard and pushed against the lace cups of the bra. The last piece of her ensemble was a black mini skirt with pleats. It barely covered her and she'd decided against panties.
"Good morning, Johnny. I trust you slept well." She made small talk, her mind already turning over just how she was going to start this show. Despite the fact that she knew Harper had mentally blocked Johnny's powers, Dare had decided to hold on to them and the feel of them coursing through her body left her feeling giddy. Positively high. As if she could float. She was sure that Johnny didn't know she had them. But he would. Soon.
"Why can't I have some clothes to put on?" he demanded, not bothering to answer her question.
"Oh, but Johnny. I thought you loved being naked. You've been with so many women over the years. I just assumed..." she began, but the look he shot her brought her words to a halt. Anger burned in his eyes and she watched as his hands clenched into fists. Dare made a tsking sound, then crossed her arms over her chest so that she pushed her boobs up. She watched his gaze flick to them. "Because you're not trained yet, Johnny. Right now, you're anyone's meat. But when I finally have you trained and you're the perfect pet, when you've said yes to everything I ask of you, then you'll get clothes to wear. Because I won't share you with anyone and no one gets to look but me."
Unfolding her arms, she reached out and laid her hands on his chest. Just a touch of her power saw heat transferring to him from her touch. She knew by the way his muscles clenched and the hiss of breath he gave that the power was burning and tingling under his skin. "And by the gods, aren't you delicious?" she whispered before leaning into press a kiss against one nipple. Flames broke out where her mouth had touched, a burning lip print that didn't move at all.
Her hands glided down his chest, trailing heat in their wake. The muscles in his belly contracted under her touch and she noted that his fists were clenched. "Did you miss the flames last night, Johnny? Was it difficult to sleep, knowing that I was burning up with your power? Do you know what it was like for me? I was so horny and turned on that I had to fuck myself with anything I could find. None of it was enough. None of it was what I wanted. This," she hissed softly as her hand closed around his cock, only just starting to fill with blood. She gave it a good squeeze. "This is what I want filling me, Johnny. This is what I need inside of me."
She leaned in, allowed her tongue to lick his jaw. "Will you burn for me, Johnny?"
His jaw clenched, his eyes going hard. "Go to hell."
"Wrong answer, my pet," Dare said and stepped back. She took with her the heat and the tingling she'd deposited under his skin. The loss of something so familiar saw him sagging just a little bit. The fear of not having his powers showed in his eyes even as he glared at her. "But if you want to go to hell..."
With a mere thought, the entire Danger room was a swirling, pulsing mass of flames that rose to the ceiling, burned and crackled with heat. But didn't come anywhere near touching him. She watched as he turned a circle, taking in all of the fire around them. One hand even reached out, as if he thought he could draw it into him. But he ended up jerking his hand back in a motion that made her think he'd been burned by the fire. "Welcome to hell, Johnny. Your hell. A place where the fire won't touch you, no matter how desperately you want it to. A place where the fire will come to me when I call it."
Dare held her arms out at her side. The fire moved nearly, climbed into her hands before creeping up her arms to slide lovingly over her body. And then it was lifting her up, raising her toward the ceiling. She allowed it to carry her up for a few moments, then gently rode it back down to the floor. Once standing upon her feet, she smirked at Johnny and pulled her skirt up to expose herself to him. In the blink of an eye, the flames were crawling up inside of her, filling her over and over again.
He watched the whole thing, watched how the flames thrust into her, how they curled thin fingers around her nipples and stroked lovingly across her face. She showed him the lust and desire in her eyes. "I want you to do this to me, Johnny. I want you to fill me and fuck me. I want you to burn while you do it. I want both of us to burn while we fuck."
She sent the flames away, much against their will, and closed the distance between them. A touch of her hand saw them crawling up over him, enveloping him up to his chest so that only his arms and face were still flesh. "Picture it, Johnny. Imagine what it'll be like."
Taking his hands in hers, she lifted them to her breasts. He paused only a moment, unsure of what was happening, but she pressed herself into his palms and shut off his brain. His fingers curled around her breasts, kneaded and squeezed gently. A thought saw the flames sprouting from his hands to slowly move across her body. She inched closer until his growing erection was caught between them. "Imagine fucking me while you're on fire, pet."
The flames shifted her body, lifted her ever so slightly so that she floated above the ground. Her skirt rode the thermal currents, drifting lazily on the air around her hips. It didn't take much work to wrap her legs around his waist so that the head of his cock sat just at the opening of her pussy and she could feel the flames encasing him, licking at her. All she needed to do was lower herself just a little...
He hissed out a moan when just the head of him slipped inside of her body. She nearly screamed in pleasure as the flames crawled up inside of her. They should have gone out without oxygen, but perhaps because her ability to control them was why they hadn't gone out. She wanted more. So much more. So did he, apparently, because his hands curled around waist and he made to pull her down on top of him.
A snap of her fingers took the flames from him, pulling an angry cry from his lips. Dare dropped to her feet before him and let her gaze rake over him. "Sorry, pet. But you don't get to finish until you say yes to me."
Johnny said nothing, but his lips pressed together in a thin line and he crossed his arms over his chest. He could pretend he didn't want her all he liked. But his cock, stretched tight and standing proud with its rush of blood, made a lie of his posture. He wanted her. Just like he wanted his flames back. The flames around them faded into nothing and left the two of them standing in the metal room. Dare gave him a pouty look before she slowly went down on her knees before him. "Maybe I'll be able to eat fire. Wouldn't that be lovely, Johnny? Wouldn't you love to shove yourself down my throat? I know I'd love it."
Dare leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the head of his cock, then let her tongue dart out to lick it. A tiny flame danced to life where her tongue had touched. She slowly let the flame grow stronger, let it multiply and slide down to cover his shaft like one of Harper's prized condoms. "Doesn't that look beautiful?" she asked, gazing up at him from her knees. His eyes were locked to the flames that covered him. His hand reached out and absently touched the fire. It didn't move from his cock to his hand. "Doesn't it feel amazing? I know how much you love the feel of your flames, Johnny. You can have them back, can have this back, if you just say yes."
She let go of her control on the flames and they spread across his body like a wildfire through a field of dry grass. He moaned and she heard the sizzle of liquid hitting the floor. Drops of his seed had fallen from the head of his cock as an orgasm had started ripping through him. Either it had been small or Harper had put a stop to it. Smirking, she rose up to her feet and called the flames to her. They crowded close, waited for her to give her orders. Dare reached out and took hold of Johnny's hands.
The fire climbed over her, engulfing her in its heat. It lifted them both off the floor, raising them up and up. She tugged Johnny closer until their bodies touched. "Do you think that we could fuck up here in the air like this?"
He was gone, lost in the pleasure from being filled with his power once again. His hands reached for her, tugging at her clothes until it dropped away from her body and left her naked against him. His mouth found hers even as he fitted her hips against his. She allowed him a half dozen thrusts, allowed him to shove himself inside of her a handful of times before she took control of his powers once again.
He looked surprised to find himself on his knees on the floor of the Danger Room. She knelt with him but avoided the hand he reached toward her. "You have to say yes, pet. You have to give in to me and give me everything. Only then can you have it all. Your flames. Me. My body. Say yes an I'll let you fuck me in every orifice. Just say yes, Johnny."
"Go fuck yourself." The words were spoken in a harsh, hoarse voice. But he got them out all the same. She smiled at him.
"No fun at all, Johnny." Her sigh was heavy. "No matter. I didn't expect you to capitulate so soon. That would be betraying all of those superhero-ey things you used to believe in."
"You used to believe in them too, Dare."
"Of course I did. When I was young and naive. Stupid. When I thought that the humans were only confused and afraid." She stood and frowned down at him, let him see the hate in her eyes. "All of that was cured for me when humans went to my parents' home and ripped them to pieces for daring to give birth to me. And you don't want to know what they did to my little brother. An innocent child. All because they were related to me. All because my parents had dared bring a mutant into the world. They were innocent souls, Storm. Innocent. And those fucking animals killed them without remorse! Humans you've sworn to protect, Storm. Nothing more than dirt under my feet."
"Your family didn't deserve that, Dare," he commented softly.
"You're fucking right they didn't," she snarled. "Don't try to soften me up, Storm. I'm not that stupid, naive little girl anymore."
Johnny shook his head at her and she thought she saw a hint of pity in his eyes. "No. You aren't." That look, his words, saw her anger come boiling to the surface in the blink of an eye. "But not all humans are like the monsters who killed your family, Dare. Not all of them deserve to die."
"Yes. They. DO!" Her statement ended on a scream of rage that echoed loudly through the empty room. She glared at him, dared him to say more.
"Everyone deserves to live, Dare. Everyone."
His quiet assertion pissed her off. He hadn't been there to see what those creatures had done to her parents. To her little brother. He didn't understand. He'd never understand. No one understood. None of them. "Shut up," she snapped at him.
"Not every human took up arms against the mutants, Dare. I don't know what Harper told you and made you believe, but not everyone of the humans fought against you."
"Shut up!" Her anger overrode her and the power exploded from her like a supernova. A large ball of fire burst from her chest like the alien had burst out of that guy in that science fiction movie and flew across the room to slam into Storm. She put everything she had behind it, every ounce of her power and anger. But it hadn't touched him. Not the way she'd wanted it to.
Instead of being afraid and cowed, Storm's face held a look of euphoria. His cock was hard as steel, begging to be touched. She smiled at that and carefully tucked her temper away for another time. "Already the training is making an impact, Johnny. Your body knows what it wants. And its begging so prettily for it. Maybe I'll let you have this to play with..."
A thin, snakelike finger of flame slithered across the room and climbed up his leg. It circled his waist, writhed there for a moment before it divided itself and crept around the base of his cock. It crawled around his balls and she knew the moment it slid between his ass cheeks. "Mmmm. Doesn't that look lovely?" she whispered, her body responding to the sight of him like that. "Maybe, when I've got you trained and you've taken your place at my side as my pet, I'll get a cock ring with a ring on it. Then I'll snap a leash onto it and lead you around by your erection. Doesn't that make a pretty picture?"
"Keep dreaming and don't hold your breath. I won't ever agree to be your pet," Storm told her. He sounded so sure. She only smiled at him and waved a hand toward him. The fire wiggled and squirmed and stroked along his length until he couldn't stop his hips from snapping up into the movement.
She watched him closely, greedily ate up the sight of him trying to fuck himself with the flames. Why he didn't lift his hand, she didn't know. Nor did she care. She simply loved the sight of him caught in the throes of ecstasy like that. Dare inched closer and closer until she stood by him. When she knew he was close, she called the flames back and reached down to make him look up into her eyes.
Leaning in, Dare pressed a kiss to his lips that was quick and full of promise. "You will fall all over yourself to be my bitch, Johnny. Mark my words. And when you say yes... That's when the real fun begins."
Without another word, Dare straightened and walked away, leaving him kneeling in the middle of the floor, hard and horny and needy, with her dark promise ringing in his ears.
Chapter Nine: Training
Fandom: the Marvel Universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic sex and violence, language, incest and anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of Marvel and whoever the hell else owns them. i'm
merely borrowing them for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. the Sues are the sole property of their originators, Ginevra, Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, SilverFoxChan, Samuraiter and ladydeathfaerie. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from Dazzledfirestar. plot bunny cultivating is being done with Daz.
Author's Notes: nothing really spectacular.
No Man's Land - the Index
Remy sat in the chair and simply watched. The sun had come up some time ago and the room was flooded with soft golden light. It slanted across the floor and touched everything it could with fingers of weakly warmed, pale yellow fingers. Presently, it was creeping slowly across Stark's face, which was relaxed in sleep. There was nothing left to speak to the difficulties he'd faced the day before. Nothing except perhaps the shadows under his eyes and the empty bottle of bourbon that lay on the floor on its side. One drink had ended up being the rest of the bottle. The whole time Stark had been drinking, working hard at pretending he wasn't even remotely turned on by the glancing touch of Remy's skilled fingers, those fingers were working hard to break down some of Stark's personal barriers. Between the occasional 'accidental' brush against the man's cock and the abundant use of his charm, Stark had almost allowed a good night kiss.
Almost. But his annoying heterosexuality had reared its ugly head at the last moment and he'd pushed Remy away before their lips could touch. Then he'd fallen into unconsciousness, because of both the alcohol and the push Remy had given him with his charm.
Stark lay sprawled across the bed on his back, one arm thrown up over his head as if he was trying to protect himself from the sun even in his sleep. And he'd obviously been gifted with at least a few pleasant dreams, his cock hard and erect. Of course, it could simply be that the man woke with a hard on every morning, regardless of the situation. It was an event the male sex was prone to. And it was a condition Remy planned on taking full advantage of.
He allowed his gaze to rake the man's body, stroking and memorizing every line with his eyes. There were scars here and there, some shiny white and old while others were pearly pink and fresh. The light from the device implanted in his chest created a halo of blue light in the room, a halo that fought for dominance with the growing strength of the sun's rays. There was no fat on the man anywhere, his arms and legs filled with well shaped with muscles. A flat abdomen and defined pectorals, combined with every other curve of muscle, spoke to a daily regimen of work outs that kept him lean and strong. In his prime. Ready for anything.
But the care that the man had put into his body was easily forgotten when one looked at the disheveled look to his hair or the growth of stubble that covered his jaw. It was there in his face, marked by the faint circles that crowded under his eyes. Even in his sleep, there was a type of exhaustion that rested in the lines of his face. So well cared for and yet so forgotten. The war had taken its toll on Stark and left him a study in contradictions.
Despite all that, there was no denying that the man was handsome.
Remy rose from his seat and casually leaned down to scoop up the empty bottle. The move was, as with almost everything he did, filled with grace and sensuality. Roxxy had remarked once that the gods who had crafted Remy had made him for the enjoyment of everyone. And then they'd promptly broken the mold when he'd charmed their powers from them. After that, they'd cursed the world with his presence in it.
To be sure, he was definitely one of a kind, more a lover than a fighter. Oh, he'd done his part in the war. First Magneto and then Harper had been sure to make good use of Remy's unique ability. Hundreds had fallen to his explosive attacks and, at times and with just a hint of melancholy, he recalled a time when he would have done anything possible to avoid killing. Lover. Fighter. Once upon a time, they'd been two separate entities. Now, they'd come to mean the same thing. Survival.
With studied care, Remy carried the bottle over to the trash and made sure it was deposited in the can quietly. There was no need to wake his captive. Not just yet. He wanted to Stark to warm to his touch. Such an event wouldn't happen with the man conscious and aware. Iron Man needed a slow, tender introduction to the joys of a blow job given by a member of the same sex. It was said that a man knew better how to suck cock than any woman, simply because he knew what felt good to him. Not that Remy hadn't experienced some mind blowing fellatio given by a member of the opposite sex. But they needed Stark pliant and easy. They needed him hungry for the touch of a hand, be it a man or a woman's hand.
Returning to the bed, he lowered himself to sit on the edge, his hip close to Stark's thigh. Remy deliberated for just a moment, pondering the merits of a hand job as opposed to a blow job. Given the man's preference for women, Remy decided that it would be best for the moment to stick with a simple hand job. It would be easier to pretend that way. For at least a little while. But before he began such an obvious means of indoctrination, some sweet, tender seduction was called for.
And so Remy allowed himself to touch Stark. Anywhere. Everywhere. His fingers grazed the man's lips, just a touch of his charm collected in their tips to leave a gentle tingling behind. Slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, he let his hand drift across Stark's cheek to trace the line of the man's throat. A sigh, soft and light as down, passed between Tony's lips and he shifted on the bed, His body, already caught up in the need for pleasure, made the attempt to keep contact with the hand that lightly stroked his skin.
When he traced a path from the man's neck to his nipples, Stark drew an unsteady breath and moaned so quietly that Remy almost didn't hear him. But it was still early and most everyone liked to sleep in. Especially after a night of play. Most mornings were his and his alone. So the place was silent, only the sound of bird call from outside the patio doors to distract him from his task. Bird song wasn't enough to distract him from the sounds of Tony Stark's pleasure.
No doubt the man was dreaming, envisioning himself in bed with some buxom blonde. Or a fiery redhead. Or a vivacious brunette. Or all three. Remy almost wished he had the power to strengthen and deepen the dream. But he didn't. All he could do was bathe Tony in his charm while his fingers moved with agility and purpose toward their final target.
After teasing Tony's nipples with his fingertips, Remy allowed his hands to drift lower and play along the rippling plains of Stark's abdomen. At the same time, he leaned forward just enough to drag the tip of his tongue around the other man's peaked nipples. The length of his hair brushed against Tony's skin and brought forth another moan. There was a slight shift in the man's body, suggesting that the desire and need were building to a fever pitch. It would soon be time to bring all of his not insignificant skills into play. But for just a while longer, he wanted to continue the sweet torture that came with teasing the man's nipples and abdomen.
Remy didn't stop his teasing until he felt the faint tremors that rolled through tense muscles in Tony's abdomen. Until he saw the man's hips shift and jerk at random intervals, as if his body was seeking out the promise it felt in Remy's hands. Only then did he drag his mouth from the man's flat nipples. He kissed a path down Stark's body, tasting the salt and dirt that clung to his skin, as well as the bourbon that he'd downed the night before. The man tasted of hedonism and intoxication.
A long, low groan rolled up Tony's throat when Remy's hair brushed against the other man's erection, when those silken strands tangled and teased the man's length. It was enough to see a shudder roll through him, to see the man's body arch while his hands reached absently for Remy's head. The Cajun was careful to slip away before the man's fingers found him. Stark groaned and let his hands drop back to the bed.
Remy reached out with one hand so that he could trail two fingers up and down the length of the man's cock. Stark's body reacted immediately, his hips jerking while his erection twitched. Remy smirked and let his fingers slip down until he could cup the man's balls in the palm of his hand. He brought his thumb up and let it stroke back and forth, from the base of the man's erection to his sac. A shudder rolled up the length of Tony's spine and ended in a long, loud, hoarse moan of intense pleasure.
That's when he turned on the charm.
The jumble of emotions that poured off the sleeping man were almost as heady an aphrodisiac as the way he moaned, so deep and throaty, like a twenty dollar whore who'd never before experienced such pleasure. Hunger and need and pleasure were all there, all rolled up in one big bundle that teased and taunted Remy's empathy. Made his body run tight with his own hunger and need. Blood rushed to his groin, pooled in his cock until it stood hard and erect. Until it damn near hurt with the need for release.
For a moment, he considered coaxing Stark into fisting his cock and stroking it until he exploded in orgasm. But only for a moment. He knew he could make Stark hornier, could make him hungrier, but he couldn't cloud the man's mind and trick him into thinking he was touching himself. Besides, when Stark came to him that way, it would be broken to Remy's hand and touch. The man would come to him on his knees, crawling and begging to be allowed the honor and privilege of touching Remy. Stark would be eager to be granted such rewards.
He didn't relent on the charm until Stark's hand crept across his belly toward his own cock, intent on bringing himself relief. Only then did he let up. But that was only so he could lift his hand a scant few inches and curl it around the man's erection. Tony hissed in reaction and arched his back in an effort to drive his shaft further into Remy's hold. The move did him no good. Remy simply tightened his grip and waited for the man to stop moving.
The head of Tony's erection glistened with a drop or two of moisture. The pre-cum beckoned Remy closer, demanded he lap it up and take an intimate taste of the other man. There was no better time than now, before his prisoner woke and realized what was happening. So Remy leaned over until his mouth was nearly touching Stark's shaft, dipped his tongue out so that it could drag a long, slow lick over the mushroom shaped head. The saltiness of that single drop coated his tongue. Remy had to fight the urge to moan out loud. But he didn't fight the urge to drop a kiss against the slit. Stark's body surged upward in reaction.
Remy made his strokes along Tony's length long and slow, the same way he'd used his tongue to taste of the other man. In response, Stark lifted his hips so that each downward motion of Remy's fist saw it ending at the base of the man's cock. The intensity of Tony's pleasure was thickening, growing deeper with each motion of his fist and Remy's hand. A glance at Stark's face showed Remy that the man's mouth hung open as he gasped for air. There was a tightness around the man's closed eyes that came with his mounting pleasure. Stark's fists were curled tightly around the bedding.
Underneath the growing desire was a faint sense of awareness. It told Remy that he didn't have much more time before the man woke and turned prudish on him. In the light of day, after the defeat of the previous morning and the siren's call of the bourbon, Stark would jerk away from Remy's touch and stridently declare that he didn't do men, that he was a lover of women. And all the while, his body would be high from the pleasure Remy had given it, would be caught up in the release of the orgasm. Stark wouldn't know what was truth and what was lie. It was that state of confusion that Remy was counting on. Just as Harper was counting on it. That confusion would be Stark's downfall.
Confusion and Remy's charm.
Remy moved his hand just a little faster, curled his fingers just a little tighter around Tony's cock. Applied just a little more charm. The subtle panting grew in sound. Tony's hips shifted and moved in time with Remy's stroking hand, his body blindly seeking the release that lurked just under the surface. It was time to hasten that release along.
The Cajun's free hand slid between Stark's thighs, nudging them apart ever so slightly to give him more room. The man obliged without thought, spreading his legs so that Remy would be able to make that one last overture that would help seal the deal. There was no way that Stark would be able to deny that it had happened. And there was no way he'd be able to deny the pleasure Remy had given him. It would be the first nail in the coffin that sealed Stark's fate.
He let his fingers stroke Stark's balls again, felt a rush of need pour through him at the desperate quality that filled the man's moans. As he'd hoped, Tony planted his feet against the mattress, providing him not only with more leverage on the man's cock, but access to the crack of his ass. To the hidden treasure that lay between them.
There was a momentary hesitation as Remy's finger came to rest on the ring of muscle, but his charm soon had Stark's body relaxing and he carefully worked the single digit deep into the dry heat of Stark's anal passage. The moan became a hoarse gasp and Tony's cock jerked in Remy's grasp. And when the pleasure grew to almost unbearable heights, the man lifted his hips and allowed Remy to slide his finger deeper.
Tony's hips jerked in short, sharp thrusts that signified he was right on the cusp. Remy smiled and poured charm into him, flooded the man's body on two fronts with a heightened sense of intense pleasure that threw him over the edge. Stark's eyes flew open as a loud cry left his throat. His hips slammed up into Remy's fist. His muscles tensed around Remy's finger. "Dat right, Tony. It feel good. So good. Jus' let it go. You know you want to."
Another wave of charm had Stark nearly screaming as his cock twitched and then exploded. Thick ropes of Stark's seed splattered Remy's hand and Tony's chest. All the while, Remy kept stroking his cock, kept filling him with charm, kept whispering words of encouragement to his partner. Kept it going until Tony Stark, once the world's biggest playboy, lay sated and limp and spent against the mattress.
Sweat clung to the man's brow, darkening his hair and plastering it to his forehead. The morning light shone off the pearly white fluid that coated his chest. A chest that rose and fell rapidly as he tried to get his breath back. Remy withdrew his hands and rose from the bed, sauntering to the bathroom to collect a towel and a wash cloth. While he was there, he took the opportunity to wash his hands. Then he returned with the gathered linens and handed them wordlessly to Tony.
Silence hung thick and heavy between the two of them as Stark went to work cleaning himself up. Remy resumed his seat, taking care to adjust himself within the tight confines of his jeans. The pair was old and worn, a favorite of his. Absently, his hands sought out the deck of cards that rested on the small table by his chair and he began shuffling them before laying out a hand of solitaire. He was vaguely aware of his companion pulling himself into a sitting position, the wash cloth left on the night stand while the towel rested primly across his lap.
After several long moments of pregnant silence, Stark spoke. "Do you make a habit of jerking off strange men in your bed?" There was heat in the man's voice, the heat of embarrassment and anger.
Remy lifted a brow at him. "Non. All my partners willing."
"You call molesting a man while he's asleep willing?" Anger darkened Stark's gaze while the man's hands were fisted in his lap. He was filled with a boiling mix of rage and humiliation and confusion. Beneath that, buried by the strength of the other emotions, was a lingering sense of pleasure that the man had no way of hiding from him.
Remy turned a knowing grin on him. "Jus' helpin' a friend out in his time of need."
The other man leveled an arctic glare his way. "I can take care of my own time of need, thank you very much."
Remy chuckled, lifting one shoulder lazily. "If dat what you want. Seem to me you enjoy youself."
The words hit Stark like a slap in the face and the remembered sensation of Remy's charm sliding along tingling nerve endings made him want to shudder. And based on the way the man's hands tightened and shifted across his lap, that remembered sensation had his traitorous cock growing hard once again. Remy gave consideration to offering a hand again, but the scowl on Tony's face suggested that such an action would be unwelcome at this juncture. The man's cheeks darkened as blood rushed to his face. Maybe he was thinking the same thing. Then the scowl deepened and Stark shot a hateful glare Remy's way. "I didn't."
A single, disbelieving brow shot up at that. "You don' hear de way you moan. You don' see de way you hips rock or de way you writhe in you sleep. You almost begged me to touch you. Seem to me like you came pretty hard for someone who don' like men." With that statement, Remy rose from his seat and crossed to where Tony still sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn't miss the frown that twisted Stark's lips when he positioned himself so that his obvious arousal was in the other man's face.
Slowly, carefully, he leaned over to take the towel from Stark's lap. As he did so, his fingers grazed the exposed skin of Tony's thigh. His mouth brushed lightly against the stubble on the man's cheek. And each touch sent a new shot of charm racing along the man's nerves. As close as they were, Remy couldn't miss the hitch in Tony's breath or the moan he tried to stifle. "Even now, you mouth denyin' de pleasure you feel while you body remember it. And it beggin' for more."
The words were breathed into Stark's ear while his free hand crept between them to stroke lightly along the steadily growing erection the man had been so desperate to hide from him. "You want dis old Cajun to make you fly again? You want me to wrap my lips around you and suck you hard until you explode?"
Stark's cock twitched in silent answer. Even if Stark didn't think he wanted it, a part of him was certain it did. But Tony clenched his teeth together and rose from the bed, his actions forcing Remy to step away from him. Arms crossed over his chest, his shaft hard and standing tall, Tony looked Remy in the eye and lied. "I want to take a cold shower. And I want you to leave me the hell alone."
Those words made him chuckle. But he showed Stark to the bathroom all the same and made sure that the man knew the door would remain open while he tried to wash away the confusion and embarrassment along with the evidence that his body knew what it wanted. He hadn't expected Tony to want any more contact. Not just yet. But even if he wasn't willing to admit to the need, his body was.
Yes. Even though it had only been one night and one single sexual encounter, Tony Stark was well on his way to being broken. A little more charm and Remy's smooth tongue...
Iron Man would be putty in their hands.
~*~*~*~*~
It no longer resembled the school it had once been. That thought kept rolling around Jamie's head as he strolled the grounds around the mansion. Oh, it still looked the same on the inside, with all of the same mellowed wood and dark colors he remembered from before. And even the mansion itself still had the same look on the outside. Even the grounds immediately surrounding the mansion were kept in much the same manner that they'd been before the start of the war. But the walls that surrounded the place... Those were definitely different.
The walls were thick and high, like those he'd seen built around castles in Europe, and made for defending the keep hidden away behind them. There were men and women walking the walls, obviously on patrol, ever vigilant in the face of the enemy. Weapons were set up on spaced platforms some ten to fifteen feet from one another. No one would make it past those walls if it could be helped. And he was sure that there were more weapons hidden away, lying in wait in case someone decided to storm the walls of the castle. Shaking his head, he turned to keep walking.
Only a fool would try attacking this place.
"You're up early." The voice startled him from his musings and saw him turning to meet the voice's owner. Pietro was approaching at a normal pace, his hair a bright beacon in the morning light. Jamie had last seen him in blues. It felt odd now, seeing the man in black. Almost as if he was a ghost.
"I spent far too much time locked away behind closed doors. I fully plan on enjoying my freedom," he replied casually. The other man nodded mutely. Jamie let his gaze wander over the mansion, taking note of a few men placed on the roof. They stood guard, just like those that walked the walls. "I used to dream of coming back here in my sleep. Some place I knew to be safe." A soft sigh escaped him and he began to walk again. Pietro fell into step with him and waited for Jamie to finish his thought. "It all seems the same. As if nothing has changed. But everything's changed. Hasn't it?"
Pietro heaved a sigh and nodded, his gaze skimming the men on the roof before turning to the men on the wall. "The war was brutal. It changed everything. And everyone."
"I missed almost all of it." Jamie frowned. "And there was almost no news to be had in that prison. We heard about it when the war finally ended. The humans were solemn and hateful. We also heard about it when Magneto was killed. I'm sorry about your father, Pietro."
"He would be proud of his sacrifice. He gave his life for the cause." Pietro fell silent a moment, as if lost in memories. Then he shook himself and waved a hand, as if erasing those things he didn't want to recall anymore. "He was never the same after Xavier was killed. They might have had their differences, but Charles Xavier was the only man my father ever looked up to."
It was obvious that the subject was difficult for Pietro, so Jamie sought another topic to pursue. He asked the first question that came to mind. "How did it all come to this? How did Harper Stone end up in control of this place?"
"When my father took control and began leading the mutant armies, he turned to some of Xavier's best and former students into his generals. Harper happened to be one of them. With Xavier and Jean gone, only Emma's telepathic power is stronger than Harper's. My father made the strongest mutants his generals. All of the members of the Inner Circle were generals. They fought together under Magneto's direction until he died. And then they fought together under Harper's direction. Without them, the war would have been lost."
"But Harper was barely old enough to vote. How could he lead the world's mutants?" Jamie was skeptical of the younger man's abilities. But hadn't Harper been the one to send people after Ororo? Hadn't it been Harper's people who had freed him and the rest of the mutants being held there?
"Harper is skilled, smart, and devious. There's nothing he can't do when he puts his mind to it. Nothing. Harper took control of the mutant armies. And it was because of his leadership that we weren't all exterminated from the face of the earth," Pietro said, a sneer in his voice. Jamie wasn't sure if it was directed at Harper or the unmentioned humans they'd fought for so long.
"And this?" Jamie motioned around the courtyard with one hand, the gesture meant to encompass the enclave and the Inner Circle in one move. "This was Harper's idea?"
"You didn't see the way it was when the war ended. There was almost nothing left," Pietro's gaze focused inward, as if he was recalling what it had been like in the aftermath of all the death and destruction. "Harper had the foresight and drive to unite the mutants. There are enclaves like this all around the world. The mutants take care of their own. They form communities and protect one another. They work the land and grow crops. They hunt down deer and elk for meat if they have no cattle on hand. They fish. They're as unified as I think they'll ever be. In the horror left behind by war, Harper found a way to make it work. And other people copied his actions."
Jamie pondered that for a few minutes as the two of them kept walking. Pietro seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, giving Jamie the needed silence to work through the things going around in his own head. "What about the group here? What's their story?"
"The Inner Circle?" Pietro asked. One silvery brow lifted at that. "They are the elite."
Jamie frowned. "The elite? How do you mean?"
"Harper and Haley Stone. Dare Scott. Roxxy Stewart. Remy LeBeau. Warren Worthington. Magneto's elite. They were his best generals, each with power strong enough to take down the humans easily. When the war ended and the treaties were signed, Harper was there. Harper and his Inner Circle. They practically control the East coast. The only domain they don't ever touch is Emma's and that's because they respect each other enough not to make trouble."
Jamie took a moment or two to absorb that. Pietro gave him the time, then went on as if he hadn't paused.
"They rule with an iron fist. They do not suffer many humans to live and no one dares step into their territory and question their actions or motives." It as information as much as it was a subtle warning. Jamie merely nodded his head to signify he understood. "Harper's concern is the continuation of the mutant race."
"And how does he plan on doing that? We both know that mutations aren't a guaranteed thing."
Pietro nodded and, by the look on his face, seemed to be considering his words. "Harper is convinced that the coupling of two strong mutants will result in a child with strong mutant abilities. He has been trying to set up a small breeding program here."
Jamie puzzled that over for a second before understanding dawned. "He wants Haley, Dare and Roxxy to get pregnant by Remy and Warren. What about himself? Isn't he in on that deal?"
Pietro paused before answering, once again choosing his words very carefully. "Harper only holds affection for one person and he won't dare risk impregnating her."
"Haley?" Jamie couldn't quite keep the confusion and disgust from his voice. Pietro shot him a cool look.
"I would advise you not to judge things you have no knowledge of. Times were desperate." Something shone in Pietro's eyes as he spoke. Jamie thought it might be loss or regret, but he couldn't be certain. "During the war, my father encouraged intimacy where ever it could be found. No one frowned upon what Harper and Haley did because it didn't affect their positions in the mutant army. Those of us in positions of power were granted certain allowances. And we all sought the softer things where we could."
"Those of you in power. The Inner Circle?" Pietro nodded in reply to the question. "What makes them the Inner Circle? Why them and not some other group?"
"They are the ones with all the power. Naturally you know of Harper and Haley's mutations. As well as Remy's and Warren's. But what do you know of Roxxy and Dare?"
"Not very much. I know them in passing, but I never got to know anything about them," Jamie admitted.
"Roxxy is a shape shifter. She can take on the form of a mountain lion and she is deadly. She's the only one here who can control Logan." At Jamie's confused look, Pietro went on. "He's completely feral. He eats whatever he's given as food. Sometimes, he'll even fuck it before he devours it. There is nothing left of the man we used to know. And Dare... I've never seen a more gifted pyrokinetic. Or a more deadly one."
"She's worse than Pyro?"
"Pyro was a babe next to Dare. Her talents are amazingly strong. She needs no accelerant. She is the accelerant. And she has no problems setting to flame whatever gets in her way." Pietro smiled at that, and it wasn't a very nice smile, either. "Nick Fury would cream himself if he could gather any information on her. I have no doubt she could set the entire world on fire if she wished to do so."
Jamie fell silent as he considered what Pietro had told him. After some moments, he offered the other man a quirky smile. "Can we not give her that idea, please?"
"You have no need to fear on that front, Jamie. Harper is more concerned with ruling the world than destroying it." There was a hint of laughter in the other man's voice. Jamie nodded his head briefly, then considered what he'd heard.
Some things still didn't make sense. Why had they holed up in this place if they wanted that kind of power? Why hadn't Harper taken his apparently unbeatable Inner Circle out into what was left of the world and crush every pocket of resistence under his heel? "If he wants to rule the world, why is he still here? Why all this?" As if to make his point, Jamie motioned around him with one hand at everything.
"Before the war turned, the mutants were very careful about ensuring their own safety. Self-preservation became a rallying call to all mutants. Some of us hid and stayed hidden until we were told it was safe to come out. Some, like those here, joined together out of necessity, as a way to watch each other's backs. As time passed and the dire fear of being hunted began to die, what had once been a decision made to protect one another slid into something less frantic but by no means less important."
Jamie couldn't miss the meaning behind Pietro's words. "There's some affection held between the members of the Inner Circle?"
"A twisted kind of affection, but yes. There is affection. Harper treats Dare as both sister and child. Roxxy is a beloved partner capable of delivering death to his enemies on silent, stealthy paws. Warren's mind is caught somewhere between the man he was and the man he became in order to survive the war. You remember Death well, I'm sure. And Remy... His power is so great that most people fear him. Harper welcomes him with open arms. Then there is the sex." Pietro slipped into silence for a moment, obviously considering the sex he'd just mentioned.
"I take it Harper isn't picky who he sleeps with," Jamie replied softly.
"Anyone is welcome to share his bed. It allows him to mind fuck them on more intimate terms." Pietro turned a look Jamie's way. What he saw in the man's eyes might have made him shudder once upon a time. But not now. Not after all he'd seen in the prison he'd been held captive in. "Very rarely does he allow anyone to share Haley's bed. He only allows a few select people that honor."
Something in the man's voice... Jamie frowned. It was starting to sound so sick and horrible. "He offered her to you, didn't he?"
"Harper believes that the mixing of the Stone DNA and my own, thanks to my father being who he was, will create the strongest mutant the world has ever seen." Pietro's tone of voice suggested that such a union was the furthest thing from his mind.
"You turned the offer down?"
Pietro shrugged one shoulder and even that move looked arrogant. "I've left the decision up to Haley. She has no deep love for me. If she says yes, then I imagine we'll deal with it then. For now, I'm content with my position. It affords me the ability to protect those here who are in need of protection."
There was an edge and a kind of softness to his voice that told Jamie the person he protected was someone close to him. Someone who couldn't defend themselves against the insanity of this life. "She must be special."
"Indeed. And I worry what Harper will do to her if she were left to her own devices. Her mind is fragile and Harper's hunger for power knows no limits. He will use anyone he can to attain his goals."
"And that goal is?" Jamie asked curiously.
"The power to rule the world." The way Pietro said it was flat and steady, the way someone might remark on the weather or the color of the sky. No emotions, no inflection. Just a simple statement of fact.
"What about you? Don't you want to rule the world? Don't you want power?"
"I have no aspirations toward power. Those kinds of aspirations were what got my father killed. Sadly, the explosion that killed him also killed hundreds of people. Humans and mutants alike. Wanda was with him that day. She died there with him. She and Jean Grey." For a brief moment, Jamie heard the note of grief in Pietro's voice. He still mourned his sister, even if he didn't grieve for his father.
By the time they finished their talk, they'd strolled around the mansion to the grounds behind it. Jamie could see that everything still looked as it had back before the war had started. It killed something inside of him at the mockery the former school's grounds made of the new world he found himself living in. Everything here had stayed the same.
But the rest of the world had changed.
~*~*~*~*~
Storm was awaiting her as she walked into the Danger Room. And she didn't have to flick her gaze toward the window to know that Harper and Haley were in the control room. They were going to watch her first training session with Johnny. No doubt to be sure she didn't do anything they didn't want her doing. Like throwing him on the floor and fucking him until he passed out from exhaustion. She knew what her task here today was.
Dare stood in the shadows by the door for a few seconds, allowing herself to look him over. Johnny was as naked as he had been the night before. And someone had thoughtfully removed the cuffs from his wrists so his hands hung at his sides. Years of service as one of the Fantastic Four had left him well muscled and trim. She let her gaze travel over the swell of each group of muscles, from his biceps and triceps to his pectorals, from his abs to his ass, from his thighs to his calves.
He was sculpted and well formed. Fucking beautiful to look at. Except for the blatant defiance on his face. That was ugly and unwanted. But wasn't that why she was there? Wasn't it her job to take that defiance away, bit by tiny bit, until he was little more than putty in her hands? And wasn't she completely looking forward to doing her job?
Purring with appreciation, she stepped out into the light. The sound of her approach brought his gaze her way, though she was sure that he didn't really want to look at her. She'd dressed carefully for this meeting, intent on making an impression on him. So that he knew what he could have, if he only said yes. The bra was black lace and barely contained her breasts. The twin globes strained against the material, overflowing the cups that held them as gently as a lover's hands would. The fishnet shirt was purple and she'd made sure to arrange it just perfectly so that the threads that made up the weave were positioned around her nipples. Nipples that were hard and pushed against the lace cups of the bra. The last piece of her ensemble was a black mini skirt with pleats. It barely covered her and she'd decided against panties.
"Good morning, Johnny. I trust you slept well." She made small talk, her mind already turning over just how she was going to start this show. Despite the fact that she knew Harper had mentally blocked Johnny's powers, Dare had decided to hold on to them and the feel of them coursing through her body left her feeling giddy. Positively high. As if she could float. She was sure that Johnny didn't know she had them. But he would. Soon.
"Why can't I have some clothes to put on?" he demanded, not bothering to answer her question.
"Oh, but Johnny. I thought you loved being naked. You've been with so many women over the years. I just assumed..." she began, but the look he shot her brought her words to a halt. Anger burned in his eyes and she watched as his hands clenched into fists. Dare made a tsking sound, then crossed her arms over her chest so that she pushed her boobs up. She watched his gaze flick to them. "Because you're not trained yet, Johnny. Right now, you're anyone's meat. But when I finally have you trained and you're the perfect pet, when you've said yes to everything I ask of you, then you'll get clothes to wear. Because I won't share you with anyone and no one gets to look but me."
Unfolding her arms, she reached out and laid her hands on his chest. Just a touch of her power saw heat transferring to him from her touch. She knew by the way his muscles clenched and the hiss of breath he gave that the power was burning and tingling under his skin. "And by the gods, aren't you delicious?" she whispered before leaning into press a kiss against one nipple. Flames broke out where her mouth had touched, a burning lip print that didn't move at all.
Her hands glided down his chest, trailing heat in their wake. The muscles in his belly contracted under her touch and she noted that his fists were clenched. "Did you miss the flames last night, Johnny? Was it difficult to sleep, knowing that I was burning up with your power? Do you know what it was like for me? I was so horny and turned on that I had to fuck myself with anything I could find. None of it was enough. None of it was what I wanted. This," she hissed softly as her hand closed around his cock, only just starting to fill with blood. She gave it a good squeeze. "This is what I want filling me, Johnny. This is what I need inside of me."
She leaned in, allowed her tongue to lick his jaw. "Will you burn for me, Johnny?"
His jaw clenched, his eyes going hard. "Go to hell."
"Wrong answer, my pet," Dare said and stepped back. She took with her the heat and the tingling she'd deposited under his skin. The loss of something so familiar saw him sagging just a little bit. The fear of not having his powers showed in his eyes even as he glared at her. "But if you want to go to hell..."
With a mere thought, the entire Danger room was a swirling, pulsing mass of flames that rose to the ceiling, burned and crackled with heat. But didn't come anywhere near touching him. She watched as he turned a circle, taking in all of the fire around them. One hand even reached out, as if he thought he could draw it into him. But he ended up jerking his hand back in a motion that made her think he'd been burned by the fire. "Welcome to hell, Johnny. Your hell. A place where the fire won't touch you, no matter how desperately you want it to. A place where the fire will come to me when I call it."
Dare held her arms out at her side. The fire moved nearly, climbed into her hands before creeping up her arms to slide lovingly over her body. And then it was lifting her up, raising her toward the ceiling. She allowed it to carry her up for a few moments, then gently rode it back down to the floor. Once standing upon her feet, she smirked at Johnny and pulled her skirt up to expose herself to him. In the blink of an eye, the flames were crawling up inside of her, filling her over and over again.
He watched the whole thing, watched how the flames thrust into her, how they curled thin fingers around her nipples and stroked lovingly across her face. She showed him the lust and desire in her eyes. "I want you to do this to me, Johnny. I want you to fill me and fuck me. I want you to burn while you do it. I want both of us to burn while we fuck."
She sent the flames away, much against their will, and closed the distance between them. A touch of her hand saw them crawling up over him, enveloping him up to his chest so that only his arms and face were still flesh. "Picture it, Johnny. Imagine what it'll be like."
Taking his hands in hers, she lifted them to her breasts. He paused only a moment, unsure of what was happening, but she pressed herself into his palms and shut off his brain. His fingers curled around her breasts, kneaded and squeezed gently. A thought saw the flames sprouting from his hands to slowly move across her body. She inched closer until his growing erection was caught between them. "Imagine fucking me while you're on fire, pet."
The flames shifted her body, lifted her ever so slightly so that she floated above the ground. Her skirt rode the thermal currents, drifting lazily on the air around her hips. It didn't take much work to wrap her legs around his waist so that the head of his cock sat just at the opening of her pussy and she could feel the flames encasing him, licking at her. All she needed to do was lower herself just a little...
He hissed out a moan when just the head of him slipped inside of her body. She nearly screamed in pleasure as the flames crawled up inside of her. They should have gone out without oxygen, but perhaps because her ability to control them was why they hadn't gone out. She wanted more. So much more. So did he, apparently, because his hands curled around waist and he made to pull her down on top of him.
A snap of her fingers took the flames from him, pulling an angry cry from his lips. Dare dropped to her feet before him and let her gaze rake over him. "Sorry, pet. But you don't get to finish until you say yes to me."
Johnny said nothing, but his lips pressed together in a thin line and he crossed his arms over his chest. He could pretend he didn't want her all he liked. But his cock, stretched tight and standing proud with its rush of blood, made a lie of his posture. He wanted her. Just like he wanted his flames back. The flames around them faded into nothing and left the two of them standing in the metal room. Dare gave him a pouty look before she slowly went down on her knees before him. "Maybe I'll be able to eat fire. Wouldn't that be lovely, Johnny? Wouldn't you love to shove yourself down my throat? I know I'd love it."
Dare leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the head of his cock, then let her tongue dart out to lick it. A tiny flame danced to life where her tongue had touched. She slowly let the flame grow stronger, let it multiply and slide down to cover his shaft like one of Harper's prized condoms. "Doesn't that look beautiful?" she asked, gazing up at him from her knees. His eyes were locked to the flames that covered him. His hand reached out and absently touched the fire. It didn't move from his cock to his hand. "Doesn't it feel amazing? I know how much you love the feel of your flames, Johnny. You can have them back, can have this back, if you just say yes."
She let go of her control on the flames and they spread across his body like a wildfire through a field of dry grass. He moaned and she heard the sizzle of liquid hitting the floor. Drops of his seed had fallen from the head of his cock as an orgasm had started ripping through him. Either it had been small or Harper had put a stop to it. Smirking, she rose up to her feet and called the flames to her. They crowded close, waited for her to give her orders. Dare reached out and took hold of Johnny's hands.
The fire climbed over her, engulfing her in its heat. It lifted them both off the floor, raising them up and up. She tugged Johnny closer until their bodies touched. "Do you think that we could fuck up here in the air like this?"
He was gone, lost in the pleasure from being filled with his power once again. His hands reached for her, tugging at her clothes until it dropped away from her body and left her naked against him. His mouth found hers even as he fitted her hips against his. She allowed him a half dozen thrusts, allowed him to shove himself inside of her a handful of times before she took control of his powers once again.
He looked surprised to find himself on his knees on the floor of the Danger Room. She knelt with him but avoided the hand he reached toward her. "You have to say yes, pet. You have to give in to me and give me everything. Only then can you have it all. Your flames. Me. My body. Say yes an I'll let you fuck me in every orifice. Just say yes, Johnny."
"Go fuck yourself." The words were spoken in a harsh, hoarse voice. But he got them out all the same. She smiled at him.
"No fun at all, Johnny." Her sigh was heavy. "No matter. I didn't expect you to capitulate so soon. That would be betraying all of those superhero-ey things you used to believe in."
"You used to believe in them too, Dare."
"Of course I did. When I was young and naive. Stupid. When I thought that the humans were only confused and afraid." She stood and frowned down at him, let him see the hate in her eyes. "All of that was cured for me when humans went to my parents' home and ripped them to pieces for daring to give birth to me. And you don't want to know what they did to my little brother. An innocent child. All because they were related to me. All because my parents had dared bring a mutant into the world. They were innocent souls, Storm. Innocent. And those fucking animals killed them without remorse! Humans you've sworn to protect, Storm. Nothing more than dirt under my feet."
"Your family didn't deserve that, Dare," he commented softly.
"You're fucking right they didn't," she snarled. "Don't try to soften me up, Storm. I'm not that stupid, naive little girl anymore."
Johnny shook his head at her and she thought she saw a hint of pity in his eyes. "No. You aren't." That look, his words, saw her anger come boiling to the surface in the blink of an eye. "But not all humans are like the monsters who killed your family, Dare. Not all of them deserve to die."
"Yes. They. DO!" Her statement ended on a scream of rage that echoed loudly through the empty room. She glared at him, dared him to say more.
"Everyone deserves to live, Dare. Everyone."
His quiet assertion pissed her off. He hadn't been there to see what those creatures had done to her parents. To her little brother. He didn't understand. He'd never understand. No one understood. None of them. "Shut up," she snapped at him.
"Not every human took up arms against the mutants, Dare. I don't know what Harper told you and made you believe, but not everyone of the humans fought against you."
"Shut up!" Her anger overrode her and the power exploded from her like a supernova. A large ball of fire burst from her chest like the alien had burst out of that guy in that science fiction movie and flew across the room to slam into Storm. She put everything she had behind it, every ounce of her power and anger. But it hadn't touched him. Not the way she'd wanted it to.
Instead of being afraid and cowed, Storm's face held a look of euphoria. His cock was hard as steel, begging to be touched. She smiled at that and carefully tucked her temper away for another time. "Already the training is making an impact, Johnny. Your body knows what it wants. And its begging so prettily for it. Maybe I'll let you have this to play with..."
A thin, snakelike finger of flame slithered across the room and climbed up his leg. It circled his waist, writhed there for a moment before it divided itself and crept around the base of his cock. It crawled around his balls and she knew the moment it slid between his ass cheeks. "Mmmm. Doesn't that look lovely?" she whispered, her body responding to the sight of him like that. "Maybe, when I've got you trained and you've taken your place at my side as my pet, I'll get a cock ring with a ring on it. Then I'll snap a leash onto it and lead you around by your erection. Doesn't that make a pretty picture?"
"Keep dreaming and don't hold your breath. I won't ever agree to be your pet," Storm told her. He sounded so sure. She only smiled at him and waved a hand toward him. The fire wiggled and squirmed and stroked along his length until he couldn't stop his hips from snapping up into the movement.
She watched him closely, greedily ate up the sight of him trying to fuck himself with the flames. Why he didn't lift his hand, she didn't know. Nor did she care. She simply loved the sight of him caught in the throes of ecstasy like that. Dare inched closer and closer until she stood by him. When she knew he was close, she called the flames back and reached down to make him look up into her eyes.
Leaning in, Dare pressed a kiss to his lips that was quick and full of promise. "You will fall all over yourself to be my bitch, Johnny. Mark my words. And when you say yes... That's when the real fun begins."
Without another word, Dare straightened and walked away, leaving him kneeling in the middle of the floor, hard and horny and needy, with her dark promise ringing in his ears.
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Date: 2011-08-21 12:46 am (UTC)Love the backstory bit with Jamie and Pietro. Good to see some of how this all came to be.
Oh Johnny... you're in so much trouble baby and you don't even know it. LOL Can't wait to see how that all plays out! Great work, hun. Looking forward to more.
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Date: 2011-08-21 12:49 am (UTC)i'm surprised that the talk between Jamie and Pietro came as it did. i expected it to really give me problems but... it didn't. not like i expected. i'm pleased.
and yes. Johnny is so screwed. he has no clue. we'll have to see how it all plays out when we get there. cos i'm not even sure what's going to happen next.
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Date: 2011-08-21 01:35 am (UTC)I also liked the bit with Pietro and Jaime, not just the backstory and dialogue, but the image of the school with it's nearly unchanged interior and it's heavily guarded exterior. Good work there.
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Date: 2011-08-21 01:46 am (UTC)i think that both couples are hot to deal with, though each in their own ways. Tony trying to deny that Remy's touches feel good even though the combination of those touches and the charm are pushing him closer and closer to the edge and fighting the notion that maybe, just maybe, he likes men more than he lets on. and then Dare and Johnny, who i think just kind of naturally rub each other the wrong way so there are quite literally sparks between them. but damn. when that boy gives in...
i felt that it was time to put Jamie, the one kind of sane person there, into play to show what's happened since he was imprisoned. and i thought it interesting that the school would escape damage or destruction in the war. so it still retains is original look, but then one sees the fortified wall and... damn. lots has changed.
glad you liked, hon.
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Date: 2011-08-21 02:00 am (UTC)I think my brain is broken. I think you killed it. I think you made me appreciate fire.
I think I hate you. ;-)
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Date: 2011-08-21 02:14 am (UTC)i love you, too.
glad you enjoyed, sweetie.
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Date: 2012-02-28 01:22 am (UTC)Tony doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hell and neither does Johnny. lol
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Date: 2012-02-28 02:02 am (UTC)glad you enjoyed the backstory, hon.