A.N.: Pure evil! Someone gets taken advantage of and that someone is not happy about it and will do anything to get even and to regain their virtue. R&R!

Don't Have Your Way with Me

-I-

"C'mon Todd, please just let me in. I need to talk to her."

"Nope, no can do Cyke, we don't want nothin' to do with the X-Geeks, get off our turf before we bust some balls." Scott exhaled angrily and said, "Well can you at least give this to her and tell her I dropped by?" Todd gleefully shook his head and stuck his abnormally long tongue out in the air. "Go back to where you came from in Nerdville, pal, we don't like your kind around here."

The ground where Scott stood on the doorstep of the Brotherhood headquarters trembled slightly as Scott stepped back and Lance Alvers showed up next to Toad. "Funzo! Look who showed up! Let's have some fun with our boy scout, boys!"

"Very funny, Alvers. Look, can't we just go about this like civilized people? I'm just here to drop something off for Tabby, as soon as I get it to her, I won't stay a second longer. I'm not looking for a fight or anything, besides; I promised Jean I'd swear off powers and fighting."

Lance chucked his chin up, "Tabs is taking a shower and we don't go near her or the bathroom when she is, so now comes the fun part."

Scott protested but was soon overwhelmed by Blob who had snuck up behind him as sneakily as a massive elephant could and picked him up over his head.

Scott cried out and struggled but to no avail. The other members of the Brotherhood gleefully closed in on him.

x-X-x

Tabitha Smith toweled herself dry and wrapped her towel around herself and hummed on her way to her bedroom. She quickly went inside her room before the perverted and immature boys she lived with could glimpse her. Shedding the towel to the floor, she happily turned around and blasted her music on her radio loudly. She chuckled to herself, "Bada bing, bada fuckin' boom."

When she turned, she screamed out in shock at the sight on her bed.

A muffled cry returned her own and she frowned and then her face lit up into a huge smile as she looked at what appeared to be her former teammate, Scott Summers, tied up on her bed in nothing but his boxers, and one of her leopard print bras wrapped around his head. A gag was tied around his mouth and he desperately grunted through it.

Tabby jumped up to him on her bed giddily, like a little girl unwrapping her toys on Christmas day, and undid his gag. "What a great treat! This is the best surprise I could ever get!" He exhaled sharply and panted, "Tabby, thank goodness, undo the rest now so I can get out of here."

Tabby giggled manically and then threw herself on him, wrapping him up in a hug although he was tied into a bundle. Scott blushed fervently and gasped, "Tabby please put some clothes back on! You forgot your towel!" She drew back and crawled on top of him lying back on her bed helplessly, bound with knots. She rubbed her nose to his and smiled, "How 'bout we have a bit of fun before I turn ya loose, huh Scooter? Loosen you up a bit, if you know what I mean, but I won't loosen the knots 'til way later."

Scott turned his face away from her, as his neck was the only thing not confined by bindings. He struggled in his knots and writhed away from her, "I was just coming by to drop something off for you that you left at the mansion, but your boys decided to have some fun with me too. Tabby, please, untie me, I have been worried about you ever since you left."

"Aw, that's sweet Scoot. I've missed ya too. You know, it does get lonely here sometimes, being the only girl in a house full of gross pervs and losers. I've been wanting a real man's touch…like yours and to know what it feels like to be with a decent sorta guy like you." She rubbed her cheek against his chest and mewed crazily.

Scott struggled harder in his bindings but that seemed to excite Tabby more. Her short blonde hair tickled his chest and her fingers tickled his waist as she fiddled with the hem of his boxers naughtily. Scott froze and waited in suspense, holding his breath while she played with the hem before finally slipping her fingers into the other side of his boxers, pulling the elastic band away from his tanned skin, revealing the lighter shade of the tan line where his shorts cut off the sun.

She snapped it back like the pink bubblegum she usually popped in her mouth. Scott winced slightly and stared at her in anticipation. He looked fearfully at her and asked timidly, "Y-you're not g-going to take them off?" Tabby looked down and grinned evilly, "Why? Do ya want me to?"

When it was all over, it was getting late into the night as Scott limped home, still suffering from a massive…err…correction: a massive head ache.

Jean found him face down in his bed with the lights off, undressed and wearing torn boxers. She flopped onto his bed with him and tickled the nape of his neck lightly, then pulled at his torn boxers and said, "Scott maybe it's time you throw these away, they look pretty ragged." After getting no response from her best friend and somewhat boyfriend, she frowned and tried to get his attention by blowing at his ear.

Scott turned towards her and asked in a somber tone, "Am I weak?"

By the look on Scott's face, Jean could tell that he was serious and so she replied unsurely, "Um, no Scott, you've never been weak. Why? Is something wrong?" Her boyfriend just shuddered and trembled in her arms, and she stroked his back soothingly. After a few moments of silence, Jean asked, "Oh yeah, did you get Tabby's bra back to her? I hope the Brotherhood didn't give you too much trouble." After getting no reply, Jean touched her boyfriend's face and said, "Scott, are you crying?"

She gently probed his mind, but was shoved out the second she reached in. Scott turned from her and curled up into a ball. Jean made him turn back towards her and lightly caressed him and kissed his face, to kiss away his tears. The despondent boy sighed and mumbled, "Jean, I want to be alone now." Deciding not to push it any further, Jean silently got up and left her mysterious boyfriend, wondering what on Earth had gotten into him. She was used to him being frisky behind closed doors, revealing a whole other side to the fearless leader, but today he seemed shut down and like something was off. Deciding to give him time and not scare him away, Jean resolved that he would come to her on his own time.

In the darkness of his bedroom, Scott Summers was in a state of shock and could recall certain noises and images in his head that disturbed him greatly. He thought of the blonde mutant girl who had deserted his team and as he thought of her, his thoughts turned darker and his moroseness was replaced by flashing anger. He pressed his face against his pillow and thought that he would seek vengeance and make her pay for what she did to him. The tables would be turning and he would be the one in control and she would be the one crying.

A new darkness swept over Scott as he tore off the remaining bits of his boxers and began planning his revenge.

A.N.: R&R!