Synopsis/Warning: Take thirteen X-men, keep them drinking for about two hours straight, and then introduce "dirty" Jenga, and something like this story might pop out. Lots of flirting and naughtiness abound. If you dislike these, desist from reading.
Story Note: This is set in my personal X-Universe. Jean and Hank are a couple, as are Scott and Rogue. Sean Cassidy is still recovering from Moira's death. Kurt is being stalked by a succubus, who is after his body, not his soul. Wolverine is still recovering from Jean's defection to Hank, and Remy is still halfheartedly flirting with Rogue. Kitty and Bobby have been flirting, but nothing more. Professor X has been healed again, and is walking unassisted.
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The adult New Year's Eve party at the X-Mansion was proceeding on schedule. After steady drinking for about two hours, everyone had a nice buzz on, and Jamie Madrox, the Multiple Man, pulled out the dirty Jenga game. "Come on, everybody!" he shouted. "Who's up for some real fun?"
Pretty soon, everyone other than Rogue, Beast, and Angel had gathered into a circle and the Jenga blocks were set up for the game. The three X-men who were not playing did watch with interest from the sidelines, though.
Bobby pulled the first block out and read it. "Spin around till you're dizzy? Aw, man. Why couldn't I have gotten an interesting one?"
"I'll take it for you, Bobby!" Kitty quickly interjected. She had only reluctantly agreed to play.
"No trades!" Wolverine called. "What you pick is what you get, no matter what."
Bobby fake pouted, and then spun around in a circle till he fell to the floor, crying out "I'm melting! I'm melting..."
Sean drew the next block and read it. "Kiss any person of your choice in the room." He looked around mischievously. Other eyes met and challenged his or looked away, and then he got up. He headed directly for Emma Frost. She stood to meet him, and he gave her a kiss that lasted for thirty seconds. He released her to catcalls, wolf whistles, and clapping. She swayed slightly, then sat and adjusted her miniskirt.
"Have a woman go next!" Rogue called from the sidelines. Betsy nodded and moved her hand to a block. "Speak in a silly British accent for thirty seconds." The group broke into drunken laughter and she sighed. "Bloody waste of time, if you ask me, but here goes. 'Do you have 28 Days in the Samarkand Desert With the Duchess of Kent by A.E.J. Elliott, O.B.E.?'"
Psylocke acquitted herself admirably, and received a round of applause as well. Jamie then nabbed a block and read it smugly. "Kiss everyone in the room. No problem." With a few quick blows, there were twelve Jamies approaching the twelve other X-men in the place. Loud smacking kisses, short fast kisses, and a few soft romantic kisses were exchanged, and Jamie absorbed his clones again. "Once again, I prove there's more than enough of me to go around," he smiled.
"You're a one-man orgy, Madrox, but that's not necessarily a good thing." Wolverine took a block and waited for the response.
Jamie yawned. "Maybe I'll have to prove to all of you that it is."
"Sing a song from a musical," Wolverine read. He looked around, and faces met his expectantly. "Great." He clapped his hands. "Stand up, stand up if you can, everybody."
People got to their feet, some shaking, other than Emma, who was sitting, giggling helplessly into a glass of white wine. He grabbed Kitty first, then whirled from X-man to X-man as he sang, "I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain..."
He sat to thundering applause and growled out, "Beat that, Jackman, you poser..."
Kitty snatched a block, her cheeks red from the dance and laughter, and blushed deeper. "Can't I choose another one?" she begged the crowd.
"NO!" everyone yelled back, even those who weren't playing.
She put her piece in place, then put her hands on her waistband. Red as a fire hydrant, she lowered her pants swiftly, spun around once, and then pulled them back up and sat down. She got wolfwhistles and applause.
Kurt, eyes shining with good humor, took a block and sat back down. "Hmmmm..." he said, looking around to make sure people were paying attention to him.
"Hmm, what, mon ami?" Gambit asked.
"Which one to choose, mein freund, which one..." He stared off into space for a moment and then put his block in place. Sean turned it and read it out loud. "Tell us one of your sexual fantasies."
"Well, since you ask so nicely," he bowed, "I shall. I have thought it would be nice to be lying naked on a beach, warmed by the sun, and be surprised by my lover there on the sand...cooled by the wind from the water and serenaded by the gulls as we love each other. I don't know who he, or she, is, but it's very nice."
"She or he?" Kitty giggled.
Kurt smiled. "I haven't ruled out the possibility, though I have never wanted a male lover yet."
Jamie spilled part of his drink. "Then I'm going to see you later tonight. Hell, I'll see all of you later!" he pointed around the room, spilling the rest of his drink in the process.
Through cat-calls, whistles, and a few quiet hopeful looks, Gambit drew a block and read it. "Take off your underwear one-handed, without using your powers to help you. Sure thing."
He moved his hand to his waist, and then stripped his sweatpants and underwear off in one fluid movement. He stood proudly, not trying to hide anything. He separated his underwear from his pants and looked over at Rogue, who was pointedly ignoring him. He shrugged and threw his briefs to Kitty, who shrieked as they hit her and fell to the floor. He put his pants back on and gave the room a wink.
Jamie roared. "I'm definitely seeing YOU later!"
"Not if Gambit see you first, cher!" Gambit screamed back over the crowd, cheerfully.
Ororo reached out to take a piece, but Emma waved the one she had taken while people were reacting to Gambit and Multiple Man. She stood and read, in a "I'm trying to talk as if I'm not as drunk as I am" voice, "Tell someone here something you've never told anyone before." She smiled and beckoned to everyone's favorite target, Kitty.
"No, no, no," Kitty burbled as Wolverine led her over to Emma. "Don't wanna know it, no, no, no..."
Emma gave an almost sweet drunken smile and whispered gently into Kitty's ear. Kitty gasped and leapt back. "It is NOT!" she cried out, looking down at her shoes and blushing.
"I saw," Emma said with drunken dignity. "Ask him yourself."
Kitty's panicked eyes darted to Emma, then back to the floor as she muttered, "Don't want to do that."
"It's true. It is. All the way down." Emma laughed. "Or should that be up? Anyway, it must be a feared wheeling..."
Kitty put her hands over her ears and sat down hard. Ororo quickly jerked a block out of the pile and read it loudly, "Tell everyone in the room why you would have sex with them."
"And tell us how many quarts of beer it'd take, too!" Bobby called from his place by Kitty, where he was trying to get her to tell him what Emma had said.
Storm sighed and tried to get it over with as quickly as possible. She hurriedly listed, "Sean, you're experienced. Beast, your fur looks warm. Angel, we could fly together. Emma, you're also experienced. Jamie, you'd be easy. Rogue, you're not. Kurt, you're charming..." She stopped as the door opened and Professor Xavier stuck his head in. Her face froze and she stared at him.
"Why would you have sex with him, Storm?" called a random drunken fool. Others started asking, too. The professor looked confused and started backing away, and Storm stood like a deer in the headlights for a few seconds.
The chanting stopped and the room grew quiet as Storm violently tossed her head back and forth. In the resulting silence, everyone heard Kitty say, "...to the very tip of his cock, okay?" As heads turned toward Kitty, Storm broke and ran from the room. The professor followed her, Bobby said, "You're kidding!" and Wolverine swept his arms through the Jenga game, knocking down all the blocks. Everyone stared at him. "Oops. My elbow slipped," he said without any trace of humor. "Oh, and I think the party's over." He stalked from the room, and everything broke up.