Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue

A/N: I just wanted to place Scott right smack in the middle of a delicious threesome between Lance and Pietro… so I did. *heh*

IMPT: For the sake of the fic, please assume that after a stormy love-hate r/s, people have generally accepted that Lance and Scott are together …

I have found men who didn't know how to kiss.
I've always found time to teach them.
~ by Mae West ~

Scott sighed breathlessly, then re-inserted his tongue into his partner's mouth with renewed vigor.

Squeezing his eyes shut so tightly that it hurt, he concentrated solely on thoroughly exploring every crevice, every delightfully moist corner.

He was faintly aware of a pair of insistent hands brutally, desperately sliding and slithering over his body, fighting to hang onto some part of him in a vain effort to somehow regain control of the situation.

The situation.

Deep in his subconscious-a part of him that was not wonderfully intent on breaking the record for deepest penetration by a tongue into a throat, was wryly smiling upon the unfortunate situation he was in.

As if switching to automatic leader mode, there was a succession of rapid clicks in his mind as the situation was summed up for him.

Cause: Derided by smirking friend of boyfriend that he couldn't see what Lance saw in him, as he obviously was a cold fish- metaphorically.

Effect: Decided to demonstrate his prowess, particularly in kissing.

Verdict: Not good… as boyfriend would probably be very hurt and decide to kill the adulterous pair in an earthquake… or rather, only him as the other half of the adulterous pair would probably be able to run away in time. Damn.

Opening his eyes so fast he had to blink rapidly to adjust to the light burning through his shades, Scott shoved Pietro away.

The sudden imbalance caused him to swerve backwards wildly and just as he had resigned himself to the fact that his wheeling arms would not cause him to not fall on his butt rather painfully, his arm was grabbed by a disheleved, shell-shocked and ultimately, dissatisfied Pietro.

"Let me go!" Scott shrieked in a decidedly undignified manner as he tried to jerk his arm back.

Stunned but obliging, Pietro released his arm and Scott once again resigned himself to the fact that his butt would hurt somewhat in oh, one second.

Only a pair of arms caught him smoothly under his arms.

As he was gently steadied onto his feet, Scott turned so abruptly his nose bumped into that of his savior's.

"Ow," his savior grinned good-naturedly as he rubbed his nose.

Lovingly smoothing away the stray, damp strands of hair on Scott's forehead, Lance pulled Scott closer, possessively towards him.

"Were you guys fighting?" Lance asked incredulously, taking in their flushed countenances and guilty demeanours.

"Yes!"

Swiveling his head to quizzically stare at both of them who had yelled rather enthusiastically, Lance nodded his head slowly.

"O-okay," He drawled.

"No more fighting," Lance warned them, waving an admonishing figure at both of them. "In fact," He grinned. "I want you guys to kiss and make up."

Seeing the two shocked, pale faces that greeted him in a tense silence, he hastily waved his hand. "Kidding!" He smiled uneasily.

Unable to decipher the reason for their inexplicable behaviour, Lance simply hooked an arm under Scott's and led him out of the room.

TBC…