So it's been a while since I've written something. I figured since I'm usually writing SasuHina stories I'd have a multichapter story for something else. It's kinda of a shame that I picked a couple that nobody ever reads about. Or writes about for that matter. Hmm. Well I'm sure there are some closet fans somewhere! And I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I'll enjoy writing it. I love Pietro and Evan, they're a pretty snazzy couple :D.
I'll try and be as good as possible when it comes to updating, but I have a habit of getting writers block, or just not writing.
Dislcaimer: I do not, and will never, own X-Men Evolution.
Pietro was sick of it. Of all the hard work that he did for his father, but none of the recognition he deserved. He hated it. He hated The Brotherhood. He hated Mystique. And, sometimes, he hated being a mutant. When it all got to be too much, when his thoughts would overflow and he just needed to get away, Pietro found himself running.
Because that's all he ever did.
His body was built for it. The thrill of the wind in his hair, the power of speed - He loved it. He truly felt free while he was running, like nothing could stop him. He could run across bodies of water for Christ sakes!
Pietro had had the problem of having a fast thought process ever since he was younger. He would always solve problems faster than other kids and was first to guess answers during class. No one was faster than him, and nobody ever would be.
He felt he was superior… but why couldn't his father see him as so?
Was he bound to live a life where his father looked down on him? All he ever wanted was to receive his father's praise. But he couldn't, and probably never would, receive such words from him. And that's why he ran.
There was only one other thing he enjoyed just as much as running, and that was messing with Evan Daniels. He'd probably never admit it out loud, but he liked him. Had liked him ever since they were friends (just as much as they were rivals) at their old school – before Evan discovered he was a mutant.
He knew that as soon as he spotted Evan during a match one day, with his spikes exposed, the X-Men would come to recruit him. And after that they would no longer be friends but bitter rivals – enemies even. They would never have the same relationship after that.
And he hated how right he was about that. He didn't always want to be a douche to Evan, but he couldn't exactly be nice to him either. Not with The Brotherhood watching him. Well, he was sure Evan didn't want to be on friendlier terms with him either. Especially the kind of terms that he wished they could be on.
Evan might look at him in disgust and call him a homo and Pietro wasn't sure how he would deal with that. If enemies was the only sort of relationship he could form with Evan now, it was better than no relationship at all.
The problem was his dreams.
They weren't exactly innocent. And, well, a teenage boy at his age has needs. And for him, those needs included screwing Evan senseless until he was barely able to stand on his own two feet. Patience was not a characteristic that Pietro possessed. He moved fast, and he liked it that way.
The point being, Pietro wanted much more of their relationship and he was running out of patience. He wanted something, and he wanted it now. He was tired of all the bullshit between The X-Men and The Brotherhood. He was especially tired of the shit his father was feeding him.
Sometimes he thought of pulling a Lance and joining the X-Men. But he knew that that wouldn't work. If he wanted any sort of relationship with his father, he couldn't do that. But then again, he wondered if he even wanted a relationship with his father if he was getting nothing out of it.
It was thoughts like these that kept him running, and that's what he was currently doing. That is, until he finally decided to pay attention to the road he was running on and stop just before he collided with a poor pedestrian. It was pure coincidence that that pedestrian happened to be the dark-skinned boy he was infatuated with.
He skidded to nearly an inch away from him and Evan, startled, spun and pressed a spike close to his throat. Pietro sucked in a breath and grabbed his wrist to prevent him from further digging the bone-like structure into his skin. "Relax, Daniels, it's me." His chocolate brown eyes narrowed.
"And I should relax, why? What do you want?" Pietro attempted a grin as the adrenaline slowly, but surely, left his veins.
"I'm not here to fight you, Evan. I didn't even know you were here. I was careless and wasn't paying attention to where I was running." Evan quirked an eyebrow at his given name, not used to hearing it on the other teen's tongue. His eyes narrowed again, still pressing the point of his spike into the skin of Pietro's neck.
"And what were you doing using your powers in public!"
"I told you to relax, nobody saw me – I moved too fast. And not to mention, you're using your powers in public right now, aren't you?"
Evan frowned and slowly retracted his spike back into his wrist. "Get lost, Maximoff. I don't feel like dealing with your crap right now." He turned and started walking back to the institute, hoping Pietro would listen for once. Pietro, on the other-hand, was feeling slight hurt but curious as to what was making his love-interest so frustrated.
Using a little Quicksilver speed, he easily caught up to Evan. He gently prodded him with his elbow, earning nothing but a glare from the boy. "What's wrong?" Evan's glare sharpened and he turned his attention toward the front. "Why should it matter to you?"
Pietro bit back a sigh and tentatively reached for Evan's wrist. Successful in stopping him and bringing his attention back to him, he gently tugged him closer. "Contrary to popular belief, Daniels, I actually care." He was close enough that if he leaned down the slightest bit he could just place his mouth over his. Careful to keep himself in check, he took a step back, dropping Evan's wrist. "We used to be friends, you know."
A look crossed over Evan's features, of what – Pietro wasn't sure, and he turned away from him again. When he didn't start walking again, Pietro took that as a good sign. "I don't believe you. Why start acting friendly now out of all the other times you could have?" Pietro sighed, an anxious feeling starting in the pit of his stomach, and he reached over to cup Evan's cheek and face him toward him.
"I'm running out of patience." He noticed the half-hearted glare and frown, but above all else he noticed the light shade of pink tinting Evan's cheeks. Pietro could feel his heart hammering against his ribcage and he had to constantly remind himself to slow down.
Just take it slow.
He let his hand linger for a few seconds longer, relishing in the feel of the heat radiating of off Evan's cheeks, before dropping it to his side painfully slow. He took a deep breath, "What's bothering you?" Noticing their close proximity, Evan scowled and took a step back. "Nothing. I just… don't have as much control over my powers as I'd like to."
Still attempting to keep himself in check, he took a careful step forward to slowly decrease the distance between them. "Have you talked to Xavier about this problem?" Evan's frown deepened, but Pietro noticed with bated breath that he didn't take a step away from him. "Yeah… He keeps telling me that it's just going to take time. I'm tired of waiting for that."
Pietro moved to place a careful hand on his shoulder but Evan glared and backed away from him. "I don't even know why I'm talking to you about this. Forget it. I'm going home." He turned and started walking again. Feeling anxious Pietro blurted out toward his back, "I could help you!" Evan stopped and turned back toward him again.
"What? And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"
"We could train together."
"… I already train at the institute. How is that going to help?" Pietro frowned and attempted to move closer to Evan again. "Yeah, but if I'm not mistaken, at the institute they teach you in groups. I could help you. Just us. Kind of a one on one thing, so that we can assess what the problem is."
Evan stopped to think about it for a second, a look of confusion etching onto his features. "I don't know… wouldn't that be a bad idea? A Brotherhood member and an X-Men?" Pietro took a few more steps closer until there was barely an inch between them. "I won't tell if you won't."
A few more seconds of mulling it over and Evan slowly nodded his head. "Okay… how do we do this?" Ignoring the overwhelming feeling to touch him, Pietro stuffed his hand in his pockets instead. "Well, there's a part of the park that no one usually goes to, so we can try there."
Evan glanced at the time on his wrist and sighed. "Do you mind if we try this out now? I don't really want to back now…" Pietro bit the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning and tried his best to look apathetic. "Sure, no problem. Try and keep up, Daniels."
Despite his words, Pietro kept at a pace that Evan was comfortable with. By the time they reached the park, the sky was beginning to darken. "Are you sure this a good time for you? Don't you have a curfew, Daniels?" Evan shrugged. "It's fine."
"Okay, so what's the problem?" Evan sighed and shifted uncomfortably to the side. "Well, it usually isn't a problem. Not unless someone pisses me off, then they just sort of… you know." Pietro took a step closer, "Alright…" and then shoved Evan harshly so that he fell to the ground.
"Pietro, what the hell!" He then proceeded to kick hard at his shin. Evan hissed in pain and could feel the itching sensation at his skin from the bones probing at the thin layers. He stood up and grabbed at Pietro's collar, pulling him toward him. "Stop. That." Pietro smirked and moved too fast for Evan to register and pushed him to the ground again.
This time when Evan moved he shot a spike and effectively caught the sleeve of Pietro's shirt on a tree. Startled, he tried to move away but found that he was firmly stuck to the bark. When he finally pulled the spike free from his shirt sleeve he turned around only to be face-to-face with another one of Evan's spikes.
He took a deep breath and maneuvered quickly, grabbing the spike out of Evan's hand, and pinned him to the tree. "Okay… so you weren't lying about your spikes triggering from anger." Evan merely glared harshly at him and attempted to calm himself down. "The only thing I can think of to try and calm yourself down before your spikes protrude is, well…"
Evan's breathing was heavy and he closed his eyes in an attempt to chill his temper. "Spit it out, Maximoff!" Pietro licked his lips and leaned down toward him slightly, "Try not to get too mad about this…" Pietro reached up and cupped the sides of Evan's face, tipping his face upward ever so slightly so he could place his mouth over his.
Evan's immediate reaction was to reach up and grab at Pietro's wrists, gently tugging them down, but not with enough force to pull them away from him. He was hesitant, seemingly leaning into the kiss while pulling away at the same time. Pietro ended the kiss first, pulling back to gauge his response.
"What did you do that for?" Pietro moved closer, pressing his body closer to Evan's and inhaling his scent. "I figured you could try and think about that if you ever get angry enough." Evan placed a hand on his chest in an attempt to keep some distance between them. "And what makes you think I would possibly think of that if I get pissed?"
Blue eyes traveled to vulnerable lips and Pietro was finding it hard to stay patient. Take it slow. "I'm not really sure…" Evan sighed and applied pressure to the hand at Pietro's chest to try and push him away. "Then you just did that for no reason?" Pietro's hands traveled down to the base of Evan's neck, his thumb running lightly across the skin there.
"Not exactly." He felt Evan's hand twitch slightly when he moved his hand to cup his cheek. "But… it did seem to work this time." Evan narrowed his eyes into a glare.
"Well, of course it did. I mean you kissed me." Pietro nodded his head and moved his body closer to Evan's, breathing in his scent. "And you didn't get angry about that, so what does that say about you?" He tilted Evan's face up again, lightly tracing his bottom lip with his thumb.
God, he really wanted to kiss him again.
Evan leaned slightly into the hand caressing his cheek, furrowing his eyebrows. "I'm not sure, you tell me." Pietro bit back a grin and leaned down again to place a chaste kiss on his lips. When he pulled back he genuinely smiled, earning a slight blush from the darker boy. "Gladly."
He leaned down again, kissing him more prominently, all the while trying to keep himself in check. Although, that proved to be a bit more difficult than he hoped it would be, seeing as Evan seemed completely willing to kiss him back. Pietro had wanted nothing more than this ever since they were friends back at their old school.
That anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach started up again and he tried to remind himself to take it slow, but he really was running out of patience. When Evan's arms wrapped tentatively around his neck to bring him closer, Pietro nearly lost it.
His kisses became more fervent and he pushed Evan back closer to the tree he was already pinned against. Evan flinched when the bark scraped his back and groaned quietly into the kiss. Pietro froze at the sound of the quiet mewl and took in a shaky breath, shifting slightly at the sudden rush of heat to his groin.
Pietro then proceeded to trail kisses along Evan's jaw-line and down toward his pulse point, sucking and nibbling at the skin there. He felt the vibrations of an almost too quiet to hear moan when he nipped a particularly sensitive area and smirked against the skin there.
He licked his way back up Evan's neck and kissed along his jaw-line until he reached his mouth again. He let his hand run down the length of his torso, taking note of his defined muscles, and stopped at his waist. Take it slow.
Pietro forced himself to place one last quick kiss on his lips before pulling back, trying his best to keep his composure. He even had to bit his tongue at Evan's blatant look of disappointed. "Right. Well, I think that's enough for today." He gave a quick glance around the park and at the darkening sky. "It's getting late and you have a curfew, don't you?"
Evan nodded solemnly, hating the idea of being treated like a child. Pietro moved to grab Evan's wrists from around his neck to pry them away gently. He laced their fingers together in one hand and cupped the side of his face with the other leaning in to give him one last kiss.
Evan gave his hand a noticeable squeeze and after a few moments Pietro forcibly pulled himself away from the kiss and took a step back, gently releasing the other teens hand. He gave a cocky grin, "See you tomorrow, Daniels." He then proceeded to wink at him before leaving with ferocious speeds in the direction of The Brotherhood household. Evan bit his lip and cursed under his breath, still not exactly sure how to evaluate the situation that had just occurred.
He stood there for a few minutes longer, gently rubbing at the slightly pink mark left near the junction connecting his shoulder and neck before quietly making his way back toward the Institute. What the hell did I just do?
When Evan had gotten back to the Institute, he immediately just wanted to get to bed. It just so happened to be his luck that he would bump into Jean first. Suddenly feeling nervous, he gave a quick wave of his hand and tried to maneuver around her. "Oh, hey Evan. You're home late today, what were you up to?"
Evan frowned at the question, a light tint forming on his cheek and looked awkwardly to the side. "Nowhere, really. I was just… uh… skateboarding." Jean shot him a questioning look, observing his odd behavior. "…Where's your board?"
Evan nearly face-palmed but bit his lip to keep himself in check. "It uh broke. So I threw it away." Jean frowned, "Really? 'Cause I could've sworn it was in your room when I went to go get you for Logan's training earlier." Evan cursed under his breath and quickly racked his brain for another excuse. "I have two boards. You know, in case one breaks…"
Jean's eyes narrowed with suspicion and Evan looked to the side, breaking their contact. Please don't let her find out that I was with Pietro. "Evan!" His eye's went wide as his quickly locked eyes with her. "What were you doing with Pietro!"
"What? I can't believe you would just invade my privacy and read my thoughts like that!" Evan frowned, trying to control the blush threatening to color his face and moved past her. "I'm going to my room." Jean frowned and turned toward him. "Evan! Come back here and talk to me about this!" He mock blocked his ears and continued his path toward his room. "Don't make me go to the Professor about this!"
Evan stopped, turned on his heel and glared. "If you really want to know, why don't you just read my thoughts!" Jean looked taken aback at his harsh tone and faltered, not sure what to say. However after a few moments, she walked up to him placing a gentle hand to his temple. Evan frowned but made sure to concentrate on letting her see only part of the time he spent with Pietro.
"You're having trouble controlling your powers… and Pietro was helping you?" Evan kept quiet, still concentrating on blocking out the kiss they shared. "But why would he want to help you…? Wait. There's something else… what are you trying to block out from me?" Evan frowned but continued to block out their shared intimacy.
"Did something go wrong?" Evan sighed and pushed her hand away, breaking her telepathic connection. "Not really, we just got in a bit of a fight and I didn't want you to see it is all. Can I go now?" Jean frowned but nodded her head. Relieved Evan quickly moved to his room, shutting the door behind him.
Right, well that's about it for this chapter. I hope it was good enough for you guys :'). Reviews are welcome just as much as helpful criticism. I'm sorry if there are grammar errors and what not, I'll try my best to be careful about that.
I was going to write more for this chapter, so that it wouldn't end up being so short, but I really just wanted to get something out x]. I don't know, I'll try and write the next chapter longer.
~Unbalanced Kiss.