Updated late, but hey look - another chapter!

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A loud bang resonated in the empty room as Evan's back collided roughly with the locker. He let out a pained moan and grabbed onto Pietro's shoulders tightly. He leaned in, placing fervent kisses along his jaw line, nibbling at the skin, all the while trying to push his body closer to Evan's. The grip that he had on his hips loosened and he moved one hand up the squirming boy's shirt, desperately wanting to feel more of him.

Evan moaned quietly when their mouths connected in a heated kiss and his hips arched forward, rubbing almost harshly against Pietro's growing erection. He wasn't sure how or really when things between Pietro and himself had escalated to this point. They had been meeting like this, quietly – stealthily, for a few weeks now, careful to make sure no one knew. Another quiet moan from Evan and Pietro kissed him more fiercely. Evan was finding it difficult to process right from wrong, having already crossed the line. But there was still that feeling deep down and he couldn't help but find himself thinking:

This is so wrong.

But he couldn't stop. His mouth moved against Pietro's with ease – like he had been doing it for years – and he wrapped an arm around his neck. He arched into his touch when Pietro tried urgently to bring their bodies even closer, as if it were even at all possible. Pietro urged his hips forward into Evan's, creating a very pleasing sort of friction between them that sent tingles of pleasure down his spine.

Pietro heard the door to the locker room creak open and gently pushed Evan into the closest shower stall, closing the curtain behind them. Evan stumbled backwards in his confusion and his hand slipped and turned the shower knob, effectively soaking them in seconds. Pietro pushed his hair out of his face, licked his lips, and moved to remove the shirt sticking to his skin. Once that was done, he moved as close to Evan as possible and nipped at his bottom lip, his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. Evan exhaled into the kiss, moving so there was enough room for him to remove his own shirt. He had just barely gotten his shirt off when Pietro's mouth was on his again.

Pietro pushed forward until his body was flush against his and rolled his hips, earning another moan from Evan, a little louder this time. He could hear the quiet mumble of conversation from whoever had entered the room, but was too busy concentrating on the friction between them.

It wasn't enough; he wanted more.

He pulled back, Evan's distressed whine making his member throb, and moved to unbutton the loose fitting cargo pants. He stopped, however, when he thought he recognized one of the voices. Evan whined his name almost breathlessly though and Pietro was immediately distracted; he swallowed at the harsh tone of pure need in Evan's voice. He leaned down close to his ear, grinding harsh against him over and over. Evan moaned his name again, pulling him closer and arching against each thrust. He bit down gently on Evan's neck and gripped his hips almost brutally. Evan groaned nearly a little too loudly when their members met in a harsh grind. Pietro sucked in a breath and tried to slow his pace. He leaned toward his ear again and licked along the outer shell of it, "Shhh."

The voices spoke again, louder this time as they were getting closer, and they both froze in simultaneous recognition. The first voice was the most obvious, Kurt, with his German accent, "Where is he?" Pietro scowled.

"Son of a..."

The second voice was recognized as Scott's. "I don't know, maybe he's the one in the shower?" Pietro looked down at Evan's lust-struck face and frowned, disappointed in the interruption. He moved in closer to Evan, attaching them at the mouth and dipped his tongue in, tracing over Evan's more compliant than hesitant tongue. He moaned Pietro's name in distress, his eyes holding a warning yet lustful glint to them. Pietro kissed him more gently then pulled back, sighing.

He grabbed his soaked shirt and awkwardly tried to put it back on, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to his skin. He moved close to Evan, placing gentle kisses along his jaw line. His hand roamed over Evan's pectoral muscles, earning a quiet grunt of satisfaction as Evan leaned closer. Pietro leaned in close to his ear once again, careful to keep his voice quiet. "I'm going to go; there should be a towel close by and just change into your gym clothes." Evan gave a curt nod and barely recognized the blur of motion that was Pietro leaving. He gave himself another few minutes to calm himself down and then stripped down to his boxers.

He found the towel Pietro was talking about and wrapped it around his waist, moving toward his locker. Kurt and Scott were sitting on the benches waiting for him. "Where have you been, man? Logan's pissed; this is the second time this week that you've missed training." Evan shrugged, stuffing his wet clothes in his bag and grabbing dry ones out of his locker. "I was practicing shooting after school; it's not that big of a deal, guys." The two of them shared a concerned look before looking back at Evan.

"Is something going on, man? Because you know you can talk to us." He threw his dry clothes on and turned towards his friends. "Guys, relax. There's nothing wrong, I'm fine. I've just been preoccupied with basketball lately." They both shared another skeptical look but dropped the subject. Kurt shrugged and teleported across the room, nosily looking into someone's locker. "Well, hurry up and get ready." Scott walked up to Kurt and dragged him away from the locker.

"We'll wait for you in the parking lot." When Evan was finally alone he knocked his forehead against his locker lightly and took deep breaths. As soon as he was sure he was calm enough, he gathered his bags and met the two at Scott's car. He raised a brow when Kurt gave him an impatient look. Scott unlocked the doors and turned the engine on. "Hurry up, The Brotherhood is causing trouble again."Evan ignored the tightening of his chest and quickly took a seat in the back.

He was silent most of the ride there, mainly listening to Kurt exclaim how he was going to kick some Brotherhood ass. Apparently, according to Scott, they were causing trouble at a food market, stealing food and disrupting the peace as usual. As soon as they were in the building, Evan noticed Kitty and Jean preoccupied with Lance, Todd, and Fred. Scott and Kurt had already run to help, but Evan let his eyes linger on the scene a little longer.

He nearly jumped when someone behind him spoke. "Looking for me?" He hesitated a moment too long before shooting a spike in Pietro's general direction; it missed and hit a shelf instead. Pietro smirked and grazed a slightly protruding red mark on Evan's neck with the tips of his fingers. "What's the matter, Daniels? Not gonna thank me for earlier?" Evan's face flushed red and he attempted to sweep Pietro's feet from under him, missing.

He growled quietly to himself, anger bubbling up in his chest. "You're such a douche bag, Pietro!" He pulled a spike and shot it, managing to graze his arm. Pietro quickly moved up close, pushing Evan to the ground with ease and kneeling lightly on top of his chest, bending close down to his ear. "Careful there, if I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you were actually trying to hurt me." Evan bit his lip, trying to ignore the beating of his heart, and managed to switch their positions. He hadn't even realized he held a spike in his hand until the jagged edge was pressed up against the pale skin of Pietro's neck.

He smirked down at him, feeling triumphant. "Are you so sure that I wouldn't?" When he said nothing, Evan turned his head to see how the others were doing. Before he could even get a good enough look, Pietro had knocked away the spike he was holding and managed to pull him by the collar, knocking their foreheads together almost brutally. Evan lost his balance, falling on top of Pietro who pushed him off, chuckling. "Almost thought you had me there, huh?"

Evan held his head in his hands and groaned quietly. "What the hell, Pietro that hurt!" He moved closer just as Evan was sitting up, "You should know that I don't play nice." Evan scowled, felt his face heat up and tackled Pietro to the ground without even thinking about it. He fisted his palm, ready to punch him, but stopped before his fist connected with Pietro's cheek. "Shit." Pietro looked up at him expectantly, "Problem?" Evan furrowed his brows and pushed Pietro closer to the ground. "Shut up." Pietro lifted a brow and grabbed the wrist holding his collar.

"Hit me."

Evan seethed and tightened his fist, his nails digging into his palm almost painfully. The next time he brought down his fist, it connected harshly with the tile ground next to Pietro's head. He had punched with a lot more force than he had meant, so when he pulled back the skin was cut and raw. He shook his hand in a useless attempt to make the pain go away. "Fuck!" He heard Pietro chuckle quietly as he reached for his hand to inspect the wound. "You should've just hit me."Evan scoffed and looked away, watching as Jean lifted Fred and threw him into a shelf. "No kidding."

He looked back in time to see Pietro's tongue dart out and lick the wound. His face flushed red and he pulled his hand back, pushing Pietro until his back was against the floor again. He heard someone faintly yell for his name and he made sure his position on top of Pietro was more of an offensive stance, having a spike held at his throat to add to the affect. "You're not supposed to do stuff like that in public! Someone could've seen you!" Pietro smirked suggestively which quickly turned to a glare when Jean ran up behind Evan. "The others ran away, do you still have-" Pietro quickly pushed Evan off of him, "That's my cue to go then."

He gave a quick wave and then speeded out the door before they could register what had happened. "What the..." "Evan, are you okay?" Evan sighed and stood up. "Yeah, I'm good." "Good because we have to help clean up the market." Evan nearly face-palmed. "You have got to be kidding me!" Jean gave a stern look, "let's go." The next morning, Evan was exhausted. He remembered thanking God it was the weekend, and then sleeping in until everyone had already left to do their own thing. By the time he woke up and had something to eat it was nearly twelve.

Deciding doing anything was better than being stuck in the institute, he grabbed his board and left. He had nearly made it to the park when a familiar voice interrupted him. "Hey Daniels, what're you up to?" Evan sighed "Can it, Maximoff. I'm not in the mood." Pietro frowned and moved in front of him. "Oh really? And why is that?" Evan frowned and moved past him. "Because you and your stupid gang decided to trash the market, we had to stay there almost all night fixing it up." Pietro scoffed and walked casually beside him. "You guys could've just left it that way."

After finding a suitable tree, Evan took a seat and wasn't even half surprised when Pietro sat next to him. "We're not assholes like you guys. So no, we couldn't have." Pietro was silent a moment and then gently tugged Evan until he was resting on his lap. "You look exhausted." Evan didn't even feel the need to protest; he shifted until he was comfortable. "You're the cause of my exhaustion, you know." Despite the fact that Pietro was skinny, Evan found that he was actually really comfortable to lie on. He sighed, "I don't even know what I'm doing anymore."

Pietro ran his hand down Evan's side and rested his hand on his hip bone. "I don't know what you mean." Evan scoffed and sat up. "I'm friggen... I don't know, fraternizing with an enemy. And not only that, but you're a guy!" Evan stood up and turned, ready to leave. Alarmed, Pietro followed suit.

"Hey-"

"I think we should stop."

"Daniels-"

"I'm serious, Pietro." He turned to face Pietro, showing him just how grim he was about the matter. "What we've been doing is wrong. You're part of The Brotherhood, we shouldn't be doing this." Pietro frowned; he didn't care about the details.

"Evan-"

"I'm ending this here. This just isn't right, we both know that. This will be the last time we meet like this." He turned again, fully intent on leaving this time but Pietro grabbed his wrist before he could get too far. Evan turned, ready to tell Pietro off, but stopped at the sharp glare he received at opening his mouth. "You're not going anywhere." Evan scowled, "What?"

Instead of repeating himself, he took a step forward, tilted Evan's head up slightly and connected their mouths in a profound kiss. Evan froze, unused to kissing Pietro like this. It was slow and steady and gentle; a kiss without the lust. When Pietro pulled back slightly, Evan almost lost his balance. His knees suddenly felt weak; he couldn't remember a time when he felt like this. "Pietro?" He was surprised at how quiet his usually loud voice was.

There was a brief moment where their eyes locked and then Pietro's mouth was on his again, in the same fierce kiss as before. He pulled back, tugging Evan closer to him and farther away from prying eyes. He leaned in close, his lips grazing over Evan's the slightest bit as he spoke,

"I want you."

Evan found that the one thing he could even manage to mumble out was a barely coherent, "Okay..." before Pietro's mouth was on his again. He wasn't sure kissing someone was meant to be this good. It was like Pietro's mouth fit perfectly to his and the way that the kiss was so fervent and gentle at the same time was almost mind boggling. It was hard for him to catch up and he found himself getting dizzy.

He figured that if it wasn't for the fact that Pietro's hands where gripping his hips, then he would definitely not be able to stand on his own. His arms had somehow managed to find their way around Pietro's neck and he could've sworn his knees were shaking.

He couldn't even think straight anymore.

Pietro pulled back and rested his forehead against Evan's, staring intently into his eyes. "Don't end this..." He sighed and screwed his eyes shut, "You can't end this." If it were any other time, Evan would have been pissed. He would have marched away angrily with a snide comment, "watch me!" However, at this exact moment all he could manage was the slight shaking of his head. Pietro was right, he couldn't end this. Whatever it was that they had, he just couldn't end it. It was too late for that.

His voice was barely above a whisper when he replied, "I won't." Pietro sighed and dropped his head in the crook of Evan's neck, kissing the exposed skin there lightly and just breathing in his scent. He reached for Evan's hand and laced their fingers together and Evan could feel his heart begin to race. He could swear that Pietro must have been able to hear it and that thought alone made his face change a dark shade of red.

He couldn't fathom how things had managed to turn out this way. Not in a million years would he have thought to himself that he would be in this kind of relationship with Pietro. Well, now that he thought about it, he wasn't entirely sure what kind of relationship that was exactly. Yes, Pietro had said that he "wanted him" but was that meant in a purely sexual manner, or did he actually want him? And not only that, but how did he feel on the matter? He wasn't sure.

He couldn't really say that this had happened too fast for him to be able to process and understand what he felt on the matter because this had been going on for several weeks now, almost a month. Did Pietro like him? Or was this just a way to get rid of his sexual frustration? He hadn't said anything to Evan, so he didn't really know. Did he like Pietro? Probably. Was he ready to admit that to himself let alone Pietro? Not really. If he tried to sum up their relationship, it was just… complicated.

Pietro removed his head from Evan's shoulder, bringing their laced hands up to his mouth so he could kiss the palm of Evan's hand. "Wow, Daniels, you're being unusually quiet." Evan could feel his face flush and he tried to hide it by looking to the side. "Sh-shut up, Maximoff!" Pietro leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on his jaw line. "Don't call me that." Evan turned his head, slightly grazing his nose against Pietro's.

"Why?"

"I like it better when you call me Pietro, is all." He leaned down connecting their lips in a short kiss. Evan gripped at Pietro's shirt, relishing the feeling of his mouth on his. He swore that with each kiss he felt even more breathless than from the previous one. "Fine, but you can't call me 'Daniels' either then." Pietro lifted a brow and placed a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Evan."

"What?"

Pietro chuckled quietly at the pink tint staining Evan's cheeks. "Nothing… just," He leaned in and pressed his mouth firmly against Evan's. He dipped his tongue in and ran it along Evan's, savoring each and every moment of the kiss. He liked that Evan immediately leaned in closer, almost as if he was just as desperate to kiss him as he was. More than that, he liked the way that Evan looked at him when he pulled away from the kiss, pressing their fore-heads together.

"I just really want you."

He especially liked the way that, despite his dark skin color, Pietro could still see the obvious blush that stained Evan's cheeks. Evan sputtered for a moment, the words still new and unexpected, and tried to look anywhere but at Pietro. That proved to be a lot easier said than done, however, when Pietro grabbed his chin and forced their eyes to meet. "Evan-" "I… I know." His heart was beating hard against his chest as Pietro leaned down close to his ear.

"Good." Evan had just barely managed to suppress a shiver when the warmth of Pietro's breath sent tingles down his spine, leaving goose bumps on his skin. He moved, leaving feather light kisses along his jaw line and down his neck. He pushed his body closer to him and Evan had immediately wrapped an arm around his neck. He felt Evan's fingers tangle in his hair and he shifted so that his mouth was on his again.

He kept the kiss gentle and slow, his hands resting lightly on Evan's hips. He pulled Evan flush against him, his fingers linking behind his back, when he felt him tug his body closer. There was a slight reminder in the back of his head, telling him that he should keep things slow for right now and for once in his life, Pietro listened to it. He didn't want things to get too heated right now, no matter how badly he wanted the other boy.

Instead he pulled back, resting his fore-head against Evan's. He lifted a hand and ran it smoothly across the warm skin of his cheeks. "Evan, I-" He stopped when he felt Evan's phone vibrate. Evan nearly jumped and reached for it in his pocket, mumbling a quiet apology, reading the text he had just received. "Shit." Pietro frowned, watching Evan's distressed expression.

"What is it?"

"I didn't realize it was this late… I'm supposed to be training with Logan in ten minutes. He's gonna kill me if I'm late again!" Pietro's frown deepened and he took a step away from Evan. "Then you should hurry up and go, stupid." He knocked Evan on the head playfully and smirked at him. "Hurry up before he kicks your ass."

Evan gave him a small smile, "Yeah… What was it you were gonna say?" I like you. "Never mind, it's not important. Hurry up before you get yourself into deep shit." Evan nodded and turned to leave but Pietro grabbed his wrist. "Hang on a second." He leaned down and gave Evan a chaste kiss before pulling back and lightly pushing him forward. Evan's face reddened and he gave a curt nod, running off. Pietro sighed and rubbed at his fore-head. I can't believe I almost… He sighed and sat down, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. He focused up where the clouds seemed to be moving unusually slow.

I'm an idiot.

Yeahhhh, I'm going to end things there for now. I don't know. It's really late and I reallly reallllyyy just wanted to get another chapter out for you guys... Which I think just consists of like... what? 4 people? But that's okay :'D. I appreciate you reading this story and hopefully you enjoy it.

I seriously wanted to make this chapter ten million times longer than the last one, but you have no idea how HARD that is to do! Goodness! Everything seems so much longer when I'm typing it out on Word and then as soon as I get here I'm like, "Oh... it's THAT short?" Apparently 3K words isn't really that much.

Oh well.

Reviews and criticism is welcome.

~Unbalanced Kiss