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Fatal Attraction
Chapter 4
It was a knock that woke him up.
His orbs rotated slightly behind his eyelids.
Another knock which wrought a stinging to his head.
Another one.
Lifting himself he felt the sheet fall to his waist.
Wincing as light penetrated his pupils Max noted a few things.
Starting with the glaring fact he wasn't clothed - he was naked, which he could feel by moving his body - the only fabric felt being the sheet covering him. Next thing was his clothes which a wayward thought reminded him of having wore the day before - and the sour taste in his mouth.
"Max?"
He felt drained, very drained.
Whatever he did last night took the toll on his body - if only he could remember.
"Max wake up, you're going to be late for school."
It was his mother.
"I'm awake Barb." His face clenched - his voice's momentum took a sharp turn, directly into his ears causing a massive tremor inside head.
"Alright, breakfast is ready. And I prepared a warm bath for you honey."
A small smile grazed his lips. He often forgets his mother was one of the most dependable individuals in his life.
"Thanks mom, be right up."
"Okay honey."
Standing up he stumbled slightly using the sheet to cover his privates.
"I'm definitely going to need some aspirin."
- Line Break -
That great feeling between her legs.
She always thought sex was exaggerated - but yesterday proved her wrong. As a matter of fact she wanted more of it - more of him.
He wasn't rough. He took his time. He was gentle. Taking time to spare her lips with attention, kisses to add to the smothering pleasure of their union.
She completely ignored the momentary pain at first - before her moistened walls grew accustomed to his size. From there on her mind went blank as inundate pleasure ran through her body.
She couldn't stop her mouth from auto piloting his name through centered moans. His thrusts grew with vigor as his bed rocked in rhythm with his thrusts - hitting the chin of the slide.
Yesterday was more than romantic. After his release, Max literally collapsed on top her - out of exhaustion. She kissed him one last time before making for her room. She had tucked him in and folded his clothes on his bedside - having left with a long loving gaze towards his sleeping figure before she left his lair.
She sighed out of bliss and continued combing her hair.
"Phoebe."
She froze - her comb falling down. Her eyes, a fraction wider. Her heart, an accelerated thump out of expectation - anticipation - and fear?
Max narrowed his eyes while rubbing his temple and levitated the comb into his hand while moving towards her.
"Phoebe..." she could feel him over her shoulder. Something touched her! Something is touching-. "You dropped this."
Her hand trembled to her shoulder to retract her comb from his grasp.
"Anyway, have some of that aspirin by any chance?" he asked plopping down on her bed.
All in all one thing Phoebe picked up ever since he entered her room was_He doesn't remember.
"Y-Yeah, I-I think... its in the sex-"
"Excuse me?"
"I mean six! The sixth cunt-"
"What?"
"Sixth cupboard drawer!" she corrected clamping her mouth shut with both hands.
"Something things never change eh?" he asked lowly eyes closed.
".. What do you mean?"
"You're still weird."
And you're the one I'm hopelessly in love with.
"Anyway, see you at school." he stood up and made for her door.
A little courage made her turn to his retreating figure.
"Max."
"Yeah."
"... Are you going to be alright?"
He caught on.
"Yeah, I think I will." he said moving out the door.
Although Phoebe knew he was far from it.
- Line Break -
Phoebe was grateful. Grateful that Alison hadn't made appearance at school for about a week. None knew where she was - not that anyone cared anyway.
A video was made viral online, the same day as the farewell party. In which a certain Alison was busy getting intimate with some older looking guy.
Clear blatant evidence/proof that she was was cheating on Max.
Everyone had been sympathetic towards Max. Literally everyone. They all know the heartache of being betrayed - They all knew how Max loved Alison.
School was the worst. The pity was mind gnawing.
Her parents had tried their best to console him. As his friends - going as far to inviting him to sleepovers, parties and making sure to spend most of their time with him.
He'd shrug off the subject when it sprung up. Claiming she probably had her reasons for what she did. He hardly left the house, opting to stay cooped up in his lair - inventing.
But Phoebe had ulterior motives in her efforts to comfort him. She begged him to accompany her to the mall, amusement park and the movies. Everything was complacent between the two of them.
Phoebe was all smiles yet cautious not to give away the fact she had slept with him. Walking together to and from school was one of her most favourite times alone with him. She'd make sure they weren't too far apart. She'd often thread their hands - deeming them a couple in her own little world. She loved him. She did.
And Alison messed up big time... Big time indeed. She could Max still missed her, vaguely if so.
An opening of the bathroom door made her focus and hold her breath, making sure she remained incognited behind her bedroom door which was slightly ajar - slightly.
She heard footsteps... They came closer. A shadow defeated the light in the narrow hallway, signifying his close presence.
Her vision focused as Max appeared wearing a towel waist down. Everything seemed to slowen as her eyes recorded every inch of skin - of his manly chest to his wet hair plastered against his forehead concealing his thick eyebrows - or the droplets of water leisurely falling south on his chest.
She bit her lip glancing to that particular droplet fall from a strand of his hair splashing on top of his nose. When he wiped it away she bit a bit too harder as he seemed to have inhaled when his arm reached his face and caused a protruding of his abs.
Time seemed to originally encompass as he completely vanished from her sight and disappeared.
She closed her door - gently, and leaned behind it with her back as she sat down. Releasing the breath she held, her hand travelled to her chest - where her heart is located. 'Max.'
- Line Break -
Max was standing, leaning against the door frame watching Phoebe being debriefed about what he supposed to be her latest mission.
Her conversation with Super President Kickbutt seemed rushed. He deduced it was of importance since the Hero League was adamant in capturing Dark Mayhem, the villain who currently posed a greater threat to the world at large. How he knew? Hacking their database out of boredom of course.
He rose an eyebrow when Phoebe cast a glance towards him before turning to the ThunderMonitor to converse with Super President Kickbutt.
A few minutes and Phoebe turned to him.
"Max." She beckoned with her head.
He reached and glanced at Phoebe before turning to the monitor with his arms crossed. "Evelyn."
"Max." Phoebe berated lightly. "Sorry, you know how he is."
"I'm aware of your brother's blatant disrespect Phoebe." Super President Kickbutt said. "Anyway, I'd like you to accompany Phoebe on a mission."
"I'm not a certified Superhero."
"Yes, but this is an unofficial mission. Class D to be exact."
"Fitting, since class D mission require, more to say allow hero's to receive aid and support from external sources apart from the Hero League's resources."
Evelyn wasn't surprised at Max's knowledge of mission ratings at all. There were impressive things the boy could do using only his mind.
Phoebe was impressed - a part of her wondered how great of a hero he'd turn out to be with his genius mind - if he wanted to become one that is.
"So, will you do it?"
"Of course. Anything for my Supersis." he said pulling Phoebe to his side.
"Max." she whispered to the side - although enjoying being in his hold - the same hold that causes the butterflies in her stomach to flap harder.
"The mission is quite simple. As you know we've been keeping tabs on lower level villains who might link us to Dark Mayhem. We've received anonymous reports from unmentionable sources that a villain associated with Overlord has been detected in the HiddenVille Mall."
"Right, logical since Overlord was known to have worked with Dark Mayhem in the most recent of times." Evelyn nodded. "So what do we need to do?" Max asked.
"You have to identify this villain. That's all. No confrontations whatsoever - we need any lead we can get to subdue Dark Mayhem without alarming the Villain League or those on a small scale."
"Good thinking. Overlord isn't much of threat since he's more of a crime lord, with lethargic syndicates under him. He has manpower. But not the force behind the manpower." he blinked. "It's come to my attention that the Hero League has been losing track with all villain activity. Meaning this is the only viable lead you have. "
Evelyn nodded.
"Even if there's a high chance this villain isn't associated with Overlord it'd be wise to keep him under a watchful eye. Its suspicious enough that Villain activity suddenly dropped. For another to pop out of nowhere seems a little for go." Max focused on the monitor. "Though I request the Z Force combatants, at the ready should the plan go haywire and this villain is more of a threat since civilians would be in the vicinity."
Evelyn stared at Max. "Your intelligence is commendable Max Thunderman. Just what the Z Force needs."
Max read between the lines. "I'll think about it."
Evelyn gave a curt nod. "Anyway, to make sure the immediate success of this mission, the Z Force will be your aid if the plan goes south. Goodluck! And brief us once the mission is complete. Super President Kickbutt! Out!"
The transmission was cut.
Phoebe shifted in his arms. Max pressed her further into his side.
"Relay some strategy?" he asked, his face hovering a couple inches from hers.
Phoebe didn't bother contemplating. She knew he'd be disgusted if she chose the wrong cause of action her mind was currently encouraging.
Luckily he let go of her just in time.
- Line Break -
The mall wasn't overly packed. A big disadvantage for them in more ways than one.
Rounding on a corner. Max stood next to a pillar on the bottom floor while Phoebe kept on top. In search of anyone suspicious looking.
There were less people inside the mall. Meaning the Villain would be aware if he was being tailed. Good thing was all the exits were stationary with a disguised Z Force combatant ready to use force if necessary or when the villain resists capture if it recognises their efforts in identifying them.
Max's eyes scanned the lower floor - taking in all the surroundings making sure his perspective focused everything in detail.
That was until he saw it.
It was a male.
In his late 50s to be exact. Wearing your typical elder American clothing consisting of blue worn out jeans, brown boots and a long sleeved checked shirt concluded by a white hat.
Max chalked it up as nothing at first but when he noticed this particular individual had been circling the first floor continuously then to the second floor before using escalator to come back down - his suspicions rose.
He rose an eyebrow when he noticed this particular man scratch his chin.
And saw a small insignia - tattooed on the top of his palm.
'I'd recognise that sign anywhere.'
The man stood a few metres away from where he stood.
He pressed on the side on his binoculars as they snapped a quick picture of the man who momentarily glanced his way.
The man had stared at Max for a while who kept up his façade of running his finger on the side of his binocular tilting his head ever so in different angles.
- Line Break -
"Is that him?" Phoebe asked from her standing position near a photo booth on the second floor with Max slightly beside her.
"I'm sure its him. He has an Overlord insignia on the palm of his left arm." Max returned eyeing their target ascend with the escalator towards the floor they were on.
"Did you snap him?"
"I did."
"I guess our work here is done. Question is, what is he still wandering about?"
It was a good question which Max commenced to.
They observed the man for a while. Max ignored everything around them, focusing intently on the Overlord lackey. He tried predicting his movements but came up with naught. The man seemed as if in wait - sending casual glances towards the-
Max eyes opened more. He tapped Phoebe's shoulder. She turned to him - and he ignored the way she dramatically did so.
"See they way he casts cursory looks towards the exits?" Max asked.
"Now that you mention it..." she murmured in response to his statement leaning a bit forward and adjusted her binoculars on her eye line.
Alarmed shook within her when the man stared directly into her eyes.
Making a violent turn into the photo booth she tugged on her brother's hand sending him a near terrified look. "I think he saw me. He directly peered into my-"
"Calm down Pheebs." he whispered. "I know for certain he's onto us now, that's for sure." he breathed and pulled his hand from her grasp, missing her downcast expression. "From his actions, I predict he wants to leave but I think he knows he's being watched. They way he keeps glancing at the exits gives away his intentions."
Max tentatively stepped out of the booth. With Phoebe in tow.
"Our mission is complete. If only convincer would do us just and pronounce ourselves as ordinary teenagers. I'll tell the Z Force to evacuate the premises around the vicinity."
Though Phoebe didn't hear him.
"Max!" she whispered in alarm. Before he could get a word out she shoved him into a near wall - a finger to his lips.
"Pheebs-"
Before he could finish that sentence, his thoughts and logic evacuated his mind.
Whatever senses his body possessed numbed.
Though his spectral view was in place - clear enough to display Phoebe - his twin sister's face close before him, with her lips on his. Max had literally nothing to contribute to his judgement regarding Phoebe's bold incestuous move.
Neither moved lips. Neither recoiled apart, neither did anything.
Phoebe knew this was wrong - not in the brother sister kind, but in the he's aware kind. She guided his hands to her waist, and left them there - he was motionless, that Phoebe could tell and somewhat feel, not that their lips were moving anyway.
Phoebe felt his eyes question her motives - her sanity. Yet he made no move to lift his fingers barely above her back pocket.
They shared breaths through their noses - it felt so inviting, enticing to have him this close after 5 whole days of not being able to touch him.
A stuttered breath from him reminded her of the mission.
She backed away and glanced to the man pointedly heading towards them - having probably not bought their little act.
She met his gaze.
"I'll explain later. But its important that you kiss me, or you let me kiss you, whichever comes first." she whispered not caring how desperate and stupid she sounded, using that vulnerable look that always curbed his mind to her heed.
"Phoebe-"
"Please Max." her voice wained hastily looking him in the eye.
When she cast her eyes to the side Max followed her gaze only for Phoebe cup his strong jaw redirecting his face to hers and captured his lips.
She leaned further into is chest, her hands and lips forming the only contact. She moved her lips against his - tentatively though - ignoring that nostalgic feeling of intimacy days ago.
He mimicked her actions albeit slowly, his hands hanging by his sides - which Phoebe noticed and intertwined with hers. He didn't seem to agree with her course of action as he unthreaded his hands from hers.
It stung - but didn't let that bring her down instead she firmly planted her hands against the back of his neck.
Gasping for air, she dove and reclamped her mouth over his without hesitation.
Though this time kissing him with vigor - her aligned train of thought temporarily thrown out the window since this chance won't pass by again for her to snatch and take advantage of.
People were staring. Throats were cleared and Phoebe didn't know how long the relentless attack on her brother's lips kept going on.
Letting go of his neck Phoebe's head turned to the nearest exit to see a certain someone leave.
She turned back to her brother - and automatically flinched out of guilt. Taking a step back she regarded him.
"Max I-"
"Let's go home. We've to brief in on the mission." Was his firm reply pushing past her.
Pursing her lips, Phoebe silently stalked after him.
- Line Break -
The house was empty. Except the twins.
Phoebe was debriefing their mission to Super President Kickbutt.
With Max arms crossed scowling at the floor, leaning against the wall in the hallway leading to the door of his lair - the place he practically yearned to be in right now - away from her.
She'd glance his way but he didn't bother returning a look towards her...
He deduced it was inquiry from Evelyn as to why Phoebe was debriefing by herself.
He made sure to avoid this scenario by practically shoving the small memory drive from his jpg binoculars into her arms - to retrieve the image stored in its memory.
He was deeply dwelled into his thoughts that the movement of two brown boots that appeared into his line of visual trajectory informed him of her presence.
"Done?" Was the curt question.
He felt her nod.
He unfolded his arms and made for his lair. Which he could have if Phoebe hadn't firmly grasped his wrist.
"Let go Phoebe."
"Not until you hear what I have to say." Was her firm reasoning.
"There's nothing to say!" He bit out, roughly retracting his wrist from her grasp. Now directly glaring at her.
She momentarily flustered out of anticipation, considering his face was literally a few ounces of a step away.
"Hear me out. Please." When he didn't make a move to leave, she continued. "It was... a last minute effort in avoiding the Villain from busting us. He was moving towards us and I-I panicked. I was afraid we'd fail the mission." she paused momentarily, having confessed without meeting him eye to eye. "This mission was of importance to the Hero League. I-I guess I just didn't anticipate failure..." Right as of now Phoebe knew she was spouting disbelievable nonsense.
Through this Max watched her face in concentration. The curve around her cheeks in full view as her mouth moved. Her long hair cascaded to one side. Her eyes near half lidded. Too caught up in explaining to actually regard him.
He tuned her out. Focusing rather on the beautiful self she was.
".. What I mean to say is-"
Whatever she planned on babbling further was stopped in its tracks as her back met what felt like the wall.
She blinked as Max rushed for her lips, lifting her up in the process encouraging her to wrap her legs around him - which she did out of perfected reflex.
The same reflexes that rendered her fragile in his hold - the same reflexes that had no qualms regarding his actions - the same reflexes screaming at her to seize the opportunity to touch and feel him in return.
Hands travelling through his soft scruffy hair, she deepened the kiss pulling the back of his head. Her mouth opened as his tongue slid inside - tilting her head to bliss the sparks around them in their compatriot intimacy.
They rushed everything. Need for air overlooked as she clamped her entire mouth over his disclosing all thin veiled for reentry's of conspicuous air.
He pressed her harder against the wall, hands on her thighs while his tongue embarked on an escapade inside her mouth - gliding - surfing and caressing.
Lips pursed as Phoebe's lips enclosed his upper lip demandingly - they kept on kissing while their noses feverishly kept interchanging oxygen between the two of them.
Out of breath, Max was the first to back off. Eyes wide. Shock clearly evident.
Her boots touched the floor as he slowly backed away.
She noticed he couldn't say a thing, the guilt rolling of off him was blatant enough for her to detect.
"P-Phoebe, I'm-" He sounded so apologetic as he committed something akin to murder.
"It's alright."
"No, its not!" he affronted. What does she mean 'Its alright?' "I-I kissed you." He appeared disgusted - while in whisper wiping at his lips. "You just... You look so much like her."
The last part of what he said was what she cleared out.
"Oh." What could she say?
'Alison.'
Her fingers hovered over her lips her eyes seemingly lost. So caught up in the aftermath of their moment that she didn't hear the echo of a slammed door resonating through the narrow hallway.
- Chapter End -