Mishaps of Otto and Jett: Game Night
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel characters, but I do own Jett and Floyd. I really wish I did own the Marvel characters though. Not only because I would be freakin' rich, but then because I could say that I owned Otto.
Notes: Miss me? Come on, you know that you did. I figured that I would start off with this installment to Otto's misery, but I'm working on a second chapter for Blue Eyes, the epilogue to Make Me Feel, a whole new story (WOOT!) and maybe some Teen Titans stuff. I'm suddenly very fond of the idea of putting Raven and Slade together. But back on the original subject, I would like to thank all of the readers that have been waiting for me to start writing again. I've been grounded, not lazy. So, thank you PinkPantherx6x, spidermanfreak2001, hazelstarr, AngelGardian666, Space Toaster, samus20018, Repto, anacsadder, Jun aka Iron Yaoi Fan Jun, Goldbryn Callow Lyte, NatzandtheRatz, Shir-ran, hpnjdevanescence, The Dredful Flying Glove, and of course, Agent Silver! And as always a thanks to any and everybody who didn't review last time as well.
Oh by the way. This installment is dedicated to anacsadder! I got the idea from your review and a bit from your story Opening the Gate. Hope you like it, babe! Well, enough of my stupid stalling!
Octo-Torture Away!
Jett wandered around the fair sized apartment lazily but his eyes took in every bit of the place. He smirked as he thought of how the dear doctor had put the place together and had managed to make it look like a combination of a library, college dorm, and a rat's nest. Books were thrown in every direction and found in the oddest of places. While Jett had skulked through the kitchen he opened up a cabinet and a pile of books, ramen noodles and small snack foods came flying out onto his head. He had been taken by surprise but he just grinned and scratched at the slight stubble on his chin.
"Well, not exactly what those stupid fangirls would expect."
He said this with the cockiest grin of all but the obvious dislike burned in his electric eyes. In truth, Jett loathed Otto's fangirls. They were just stupid slutty bimbos that he believed Otto shouldn't even pay attention to. But the scientist did. And Jett hated it. When driving to the apartment, they stopped at a light and in the car next to them a group of girls looked over and gaped at the good doctor,
"Doctor Octopus!"
"It's Otto Octavius!"
"Can I have an ottograph?"
"Want my number!"
And what did his super villain do? He smiled at them and waved. He waved! And they just looked at him and swooned from that smile. Jett hated them. If anyone was going to get into Doc Ock's pant, it was going to be him. Jett shook his head and muttered "women, what's the point of hav'in them?"
"Unlike yours, their company can be quite enjoyable. That's the point. Not to mention their existence is necessary for survival. One again, unlike you." A low growl retorted.
Jett grinned and turned to the aggravated older man with a look of appreciation, as he looked him over. "Otto! I thought you were still knocked out. I gotta admit, I'm known to wear men out. 'specially men as hot as you."
The other man in question pulled away in disgust as though the perverted freak's words had actually burned him. They had already gotten on his nerves before they were even out of the idiot's mouth. And there was something even worse to grind where he was mad.
The air in his home was turning a hazy green. The rancid smell assaulted all of his senses and he was not amused. The atmosphere in the apartment could make people who worked at toxic waste facilities gag.
"If your going to stay here, I want you to open a few windows to let this disgusting gas/smoke whatever it is out. Then I want you to run to Costco and buy a crate of tic-tacks, I expect you to pop those like kids at a rave popping ecstasy. You hear me? Company is coming tonight so I expect you to have that crap you exhale smelling like spearmint. Got it?"
"Sure, I got it. But Otto, why spearmint? Does it do something for you?"
Jett purred the last part as his fingers played with the fabric of his stone gray prison uniform. Otto's eyes bulged behind his glasses and bared his teeth with a snarl.
"Get out of here and get your scrawny ass to Costco!"
With that, he used a tentacle to shove a wad of money into the kid's hands and flung him out the door, slamming the barrier shut behind him. Then the other tentacles moved through out the apartment opening the windows. But as he slowly began to relax, he heard one sentence faintly from behind the door as Jett turned to leave.
"Oh Doc, your so forceful!"
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"Have you guys heard about this new guy Ock got landed with? Somebody told me the guy's a queer." Quinton Beck said to the others walking with him.
Max Dillon suddenly barked with laughter and the group stared at him. He looked at all of them grinning, glee written plainly on his face.
"I was there when the guy was signed up! He didn't even have a contract and he was all over Otto. Literally! The poor guy couldn't get away from him. You shoulda' seen Otto's face when the guy started to feel him up right there in the waiting room! It was madness!"
Felecia gave him a look. "And I bet you went straight to his rescue, right?"
He looked at the beautiful woman with a sheepish grin. "I figured he could handle it."
She clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes at his suddenly sheepish face. Flipping her hair she strutted ahead of the men and said loudly and clearly, "Wow, he's so lucky to have a best friend like you to help him out of really gay situations."
Mac snerked behind them and grinned, " can't wait ta see 'dis guy. 'eard 'e's gets real jealous."
Max glared at the human scorpion behind him. "Do you come with subtitles?"
Quinton stated at the two of them and snapped. "Shut up, already! Were here, we can see for our selves what this newbie is really like." A sudden grin. "And we can see exactly how much torture he put's old Ock through."
Felecia glared at the group of men she was surrounded by. "Maybe it's a good thing I agreed to come along this time. At least I can help Octavius out if this guy won't leave him alone. Let's face it, do any of you guys really want to watch him be molested?
That shut them up.
"Maybe we should show this gay freak which end of the scale he's on."
They all nodded.
Help had finally arrived.
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Yeah, I know I'm leaving a cliffhanger. I think I'm going to give this one a second chapter or something. Well, there you go. I might get back to work on it tomorrow.
Later!
Stray-
