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Lock Eleven

Chapter Four: First Deadline

Gwendolyn didn't like the term 'boyfriends'. They weren't boys. Not a one of them. Gwendolyn only dated men. But they were friends. And she had a lot of them.

Cooper was the sweet one. He still believed in 'true love' and 'happily ever after'. He was convinced that if he stuck at it long enough, that Gwendolyn would eventually come around and realize that she was in love with him and they would be married and have their happily ever after. It was sweet.

But not very exciting.

Their dates consisted of going out to eat -usually somewhere nice. Cooper's treat. He quit being a Plumber to pursue a career as an independent weapons contractor years ago and now made six times as much as he ever would have as a space-cop. Then a short evening stroll. See the city lights, look at the stars, discuss humanity and their place in the greater landscape of the universe. Sweet. Like a campy high school romance.

Then they'd retire back to Cooper's place. And that was where things stopped being like a sweet, chase high school romance.

It didn't matter who initiated it. It always ended up with Gwendolyn's hands tangled in Cooper's hair -she liked hair pulling, their hair, not hers- as he sucked on her breasts, and left dark red bite marks. Cooper had a bit of a marking fetish. It was actually a pretty common one as far as fetishes went, and -as per her rules- he never left a mark in a place that couldn't be covered in everyday casual wear.

When they got down to it, Gwendolyn was on her back, bent in half, her legs up around his shoulders as he pounded into her. Her nails scrapping down his back, leaving marks of her own, when her climax came.

It was a perfectly satisfying experience. But that was about it. Satisfying. Nothing great or spectacular.

But then, neither of her other guys were really anything spectacular either. Oh, sure, they all made her cum. But it was all the same. Satisfactory. Not extraordinary.

Jimmy was an uncommon experience.

He subscribed to a unique fetish called 'pegging'. Which was basically a short way of saying 'heterosexual butt-sex'. But not the kind you might expect. Pegging was when the guy was the one being penetrated by the woman.

Gwendolyn did have to admit that she liked the role reversal of it. Being the one to bend her partner over and make them take it. And with a double-ended vibrating dildo, she made sure she got her own orgasm in while Jimmy writhed and moaned beneath her -occasionally crying for more lube, she wasn't quite as attentive to the lubricant as she should be. (Being female, she made her own and so never really thought about men needing to apply it.) The one thing she could have done without was the occasional mess.

It didn't happen often, mind you. Jimmy was usually pretty good about prepping himself before their rendezvous. But it did happen.

The closest Gwendolyn came to having the hard, fantastic orgasm she craved so much was when she was with Cash and T.J.

They did everything together.

Including her.

And that was how they were able to push her so close to falling over the edge. Both, penetrating her at the same time. Gwendolyn felt so full. Stuffed. Words escaped her as they held her between them. Moaning with ecstasy. She came harder than she came with any of her other partners. Faster too.

But then one of them would say something like, "Oh… Cash, I can feel you rubbing against me…"

Or, "T.J., you're so hard…"

And that made Gwendolyn think they were more into each other than they were into her, and their double penetration was just because they were still in the closet and just using her to have sex with each other without having to feel like they were having sex with each other.

That was a real shame. They would be so much happier if they just admitted their feelings for each other. Eventually, she imagined they would. Some day. And on that day, Gwendolyn would lose access to such wonderful DP action. It would make her both happy for them and sad for herself.

Perhaps that was one of the reasons Gwendolyn found herself fantasizing about Kevin now. In his new 11,000 form. With those four lovely tentacles. Mm! She wanted to give those a try. Oh! How she wanted to give those a try. It really, really was a real shame he was their enemy. He couldn't just be morally ambiguous, or nuanced, or really a good guy who's just done bad things. No. He had to be a petty, cruel, vengeful, egotistical, moderately unhinged son-of-a-bitch.

Devlin, for his part, was in a panic.

What was he gonna do?

Ken was the first real friend he ever had and Ben was Ken's dad. How could he spy on Ken's dad and help his own dad kill him?

Sure, Gwendolyn told him not to worry. She would handle his dad. But what could she really do? It wasn't like she could send him back to the Null Void. Even if she did, he'd just break out again. Like he always did. The Null Void wasn't a prison, it was a rustic vacation. Hell! Kevin probably had a nice summer cottage set up there by now. Complete with cobblestone garden gate and stained glass windows. What good would sending him to the Null Void do?

Or was she going to do something magic-ish to him. Turn him into a toad or a pumpkin. She couldn't exactly turn him into a beast, he already did that himself.

Then again, maybe Gwendolyn didn't actually know what she was doing. Same as him. Maybe she was just stalling him. Trying to give Devlin a small taste of freedom so that he knew there was more to life than just his father's gang, before the excuses ran out and Devlin was dragged back to the Lock. Or killed. No one left the Lock Eleven.

Not unless it was in a bag.

...

Kevin slept curled up on his side of the bed -just as he'd done for the past eleven years. On his side, hugging the edge of the bed, and trying to take up as little space as possible. Because god forbid he inconvenience Leeta in the least.

And then it dawned on him.

Leeta wasn't there anymore! Leeta was gone! He saw to that.

With an indulgent sigh, Kevin rolled over into the center of the bed and stretched. Oh, god, it felt so good to stretch out on the bed! To take up the whole bed and not get snapped at by an obnoxious bitch for encroaching on her space. An unintended moan of sheer undiluted pleasure escaped his lips. Kevin couldn't remember being this relaxed in a very long time. A very long time.

Leeta was gone, and while Devlin wasn't home yet, he was in a position to be far more helpful than Kevin would have ever dreamed his son could be. A spy in Tennyson's own house! He never would have thought of it. He wasn't the one who thought of it. Benji's cousin had.

Gwendolyn Tennyson.

Kevin vaguely remembered her from ages ago. When they were still just children, not even in their teens yet! He recalled her being mouthy and obnoxious. A little bossy. Make that very, very, bossy. But smart. Always smart. And it looked like she was still smart.

But he was surprised at her suggestion. Kevin seemed to remember Gwendolyn being irrationally loyal to her cousin. To a fault. She and Ben seemed to argue a lot and disagree almost all the time, but she was also always ready to jump into a fight if Benji needed the back-up. It was near unbelievable that she would be the one to suggest he use his son -whom was about to be adopted by Tennyson- as a spy. Such a callus thing to do… It looked like Gwendolyn had grown up to become just his kind of scum. Kevin approved.

Now the question was, would she hold up her end of the bargain. Make sure Devlin didn't chicken out. Make sure the kid followed through. Or, would she welsh on their deal? Come clean to Tennyson and expose Devlin as a mole. Kevin didn't think she would. But at the same time, he couldn't understand why she would even suggest he use his son as a spy on her own family in the first place. Such a betrayal of her own kin...

She was an incredibly complexed woman. Gwendolyn Tennyson.

And if he wasn't mistaken, Kevin could have sworn she was getting aroused while he had her restrained. He could smell her pheromones spike with the intoxicating musk of a female in heat. That was new. In his mutated alien form he was used to being regarded with fear, terror, disgust, or revulsion. Attraction was a new animal entirely. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about that either. It was… new.

Just one more thing to think about. Another facet of the mystery that was Gwendolyn Tennyson.

Devlin attended school with Ken, and when Ben allowed his son to accompany him on hero missions Devlin attended those too.

School was awkward. Education hadn't exactly been a priority with his parents, but Kevin cared enough to make sure his son could read and write, and do basic math. But these lessons were delivered by tutors. Educated people who were either hired by his father or -as was more likely the case- owed him favors. Tutoring sessions were held in the comfort of his own room -usually under the watchful eyes of the gang's muscle- Devlin was not used to being shoved in a large room with twenty other kids his own age.

The teachers were impersonal, of course, that was understandable. Being given only one hour-long blocks to teach twenty-plus children, they couldn't afford to give each student individual attention. This wouldn't have bothered Devlin much, except that he quickly came to realize that the meager education he received back home just wasn't enough. He was depressingly behind all the other students in his class and it made him feel stupid.

On top of that, he didn't even have Ken to fall back on because, while they attended school together -that is, they attended the same school- they were a year apart in age and so were placed in separate classes.

Fighting campy bad guys who love hamming it up was much easier. Devlin knew what to do in a fight.

Against Dr. Animo, Ben had him and Ken running interference and crowd control. Keeping his mutated animal hordes and minions occupied while Ben got at the good doctor himself. Or protecting by standards from getting attacked or crushed in the crossfire.

When Ssserpent tried to crush him, wrapping his whole body around Devlin in his mutant alien form and trying to constrict him, all the boy did was bite down into the snake-man's scaly body and he let go immediately. Ken threw a Null Void egg, and that was that.

Then Devlin broke Captain Nemesis' arm.

He didn't understand what the problem was. People get injured in fights all the time. Ben was always getting his ribs cracked. The grown-ups used words like 'unnecessary force' or 'abuse of power'. Apparently, he went to far when they already had Nemesis on the ground -his power suit off- and Devlin thought it necessary to bend the man's elbow backwards until it snapped and the bone stuck out from the skin.

After that he was grounded.

Devlin expected this grounding to entail being locked in his room, required to make no noise, and not bother the grown-ups until they decided they weren't mad at him anymore. But that wasn't what happened at all. He was confined to the base, yes. But not to his room. He still had free run of the place, and he could still leave to attend school (although that did not seem like much of a freedom to him). But it was so strikingly different from what he was used to. Devlin didn't really feel 'punished' so much as 'reprimanded'. It was a nice change.

And before he knew it, two weeks had gone by.

The deadline for the first check-in Kevin expected came…

…and went. Past by completely and utterly forgotten in the chaos of adjusting to a new home and new rules. Devlin hadn't even thought about his agreement with his father until he received a lock of Gwendolyn's hair.

Much like the warning padlock had been delivered to him. Devlin received the note in much the similar way. Passed to him by a complete stranger in a public place under mundane and unassuming circumstances. He and Ken were on their way home when their hoverbords collided with an olderman in a Delorean. While Ken was making his apologies and picked up the man's sports statistics book, the old man grabbed a fistful of Devlin's shirt and made his displeasure know.

When they parted ways, Devlin realized that he had slipped an envelope inside his hoodie during their altercation.

Inside the envelope was a note with a lock of Gwendolyn's red-gold hair taped to it. On the note was written a single line.

'Don't be late again'. −11,000

He didn't sign it 'Dad' or even 'Kevin'. No, now it was 11,000.

Gwendolyn was just finishing up another off-planet mission when they appeared.

Nothing big and difficult, or very far away. In fact, she was still in the Sol System. She was sent as a moderator -and subsequently a witness- to the signing of the Jupiter Independence Treaty. Jupiter had been wanting to break away from Earth's control for a while, and now the Jovians had finally achieved it. Gwendolyn was just there to make sure the signing happened without any further drama. -And it did. No drama. At least, not for the Jovians.

Gwendolyn got drama. But it had nothing to do with her mission.

She was on her way back to the shuttle port, on her way back home when they jumped her.

Or more accurately, when they tried to jump her.

Three men. All wearing clothing that would not look out of place on Jupiter, but also all with padlocks hanging around their necks (or closest equivalent to a neck) on large heavy-looking chains and each padlock was inscribed with a different number. A five, a seven, and a two. Devlin explained to her that the numbers referred to how many powers or abilities each member of the gang had. That was interesting, because the gang unit's intel told her differently. The Plumbers devoted to taking down smugglers and pirates (like the Lock Eleven) had assumed the number referred to a member's rank or level within the organization. (Gwendolyn had made a metal note to correct them, but she just hand't gotten around to it yet.)

They formed a triangle around her. Two blocking the way to her shuttle, the third covering her exit. They were alone on the shuttle dock.

Gwendolyn huffed, placing a hand on her hip. "Now, I know you boys aren't gonna go and spoil a perfectly good trip. These missions are the closest thing I get to a vacation and I'll take it as a kindness if you don't spoil it."

They did not comment on her statement. Instead, the one with the Two scratched on his lock said, "The Boss wants to have a word with you."

"I don't give a flying fuck what Kevin wants." She informed them calmly.

"He wants to speak with you. So we're gonna bring you in." The one with the Five informed her, crackling his knuckles. Sparks of blue electricity appeared between his fingers. "He was non-specific as the condition you had to be in. Just so long as your mouth works."

Gwendolyn heaved a sigh. "Well, if I suppose there's no other way…"

She didn't give them a warning. She called up the quickest spell she knew and threw all three of them down on their asses. That gave her enough time to chant a slightly longer, but farm more effective spell.

Meanwhile, the Seven was the first to recover from her stagger charm. He sprang back to his feet with the agility of a cat and leapt inhumanly high into the air. So, ability number one must be acrobatics or some equivalent. She wondered what ability numbers two through seven were. He came down in front of her, swinging out one leg to try and sweep her feet out from under her. But Gwendolyn jumped back just as she was finishing her incantation and the Seven froze in mid motion. Fixed in his kicking pose -motionless as a statue. Only his eyes were still able to move, darting around wildly with the realization that he was now helpless.

The Five didn't bother trying to get back up. He just let loose a bolt of blue electric energy. The blast caught Gwendolyn in the shoulder, but it was a grazing blow, skidding off her skin-tight magic shield like water over an umbrella. Speaking of water, if he had electric powers, wouldn't that be something he was weak against? Gwendolyn waited until the Five was calling forth more of his electric blue power and just before he let it loose again, she summoned a cascade of water to surround him, soaking him, and ultimately frying him with his own power.

She smirked in triumph.

But when Gwendolyn looked around, she realized she'd somehow lost sight of the Two.

"Not bad." Someone said behind her, almost in her ear.

She didn't have time to react. Gwendolyn felt a hand touch her shoulder. Then everything went blissfully dark. She remembered falling, but was already out before she even hit the ground.

When she did regain consciousness, Gwendolyn was being dragged. The floor was cool and smooth, like the metal paneling used in most space stations, so she supposed she could still be on Jupiter Colony. But that didn't seem right. The gravity was wrong, the echo was wrong, and the men who pinched her worked for Kevin and Kevin's seat of operations was on Saturn Colony.

A door slid open and Gwendolyn was thrown inside.

And, sure enough, there he was.

Gwendolyn dug her nails into the thick, black -brand new looking- carpet and pushed herself to her feet. They looked to be in an office of some kind. Black carpet, black over-stuffed armchair behind a utilitarian desk -made of metal and bolted to the floor-, black curtains pulled back to reveal a view looking out over the inner rings of the planet.

It was in front of this window that Kevin stood, his back to her. Arms clasped behind his back. Dressed in the same style black combat suit he'd been wearing the last time Gwendolyn saw him. Seriously. There was to much black in this room. Didn't this guy like any other colors? At all?

"Devlin missed his deadline." Kevin informed her, not bothering to turn around.

"That's one of the risks you take when you get a child to do your dirty work." She shot back.

He turned around to face her, glaring reproachfully. "It was your idea, Gwendolyn." He reminded her. "I had hopped that you would remember that, and keep the kid on his task. Since you haven't-" he was out from behind the desk and up in her face in less than the blink of an eye. "-I have no choice but to make good on my threats."

One hand reached up to pull her long hair free of its pony-tail. The movement was slow and purposeful, and… strangely gentle. Far gentler than Gwendolyn would have ever imagined Kevin was capable of. It was an almost sensual motion and she found herself leaning into him, her red-gold hair tumbling around her face. Wild and free.

The moment ended, however, just as abruptly as it had begun when he morphed one hand into a small knife and cut a lock of her hair. Without another word, he crossed back to the desk and taped her hair to a piece of paper, which he then folded and slid into an envelope.

"What the hell was that!?" She demanded. She had thought he was going to- never mind what she thought.

"A message." Kevin shrugged as if this should have been obvious. He pressed a button on his desk and the same Two that captured her earlier came in, took the envelope and exited again. "Now then, until Devlin makes good on his end of the deal, you'll stay here as my hostage. So… how shall we pass the time?"

"Like hell am I just gonna stay here!" Gwendolyn snarled back. She didn't care how fucking hot he was or how much she wanted to bone those tentacles of his. She was not about to let him dictate to her. Especially not when he was using her to manipulate his own son!

He smiled a cunning smile. "I'm looking forward to seeing you try to leave. Tell me, Gwendolyn, have you ever tried escaping from a space station before? Its deceptively difficult. It'd be much easier just letting my men show you to a room where you can wait until my son caves."

She matched his cunning smile with a glare of defiance. "And what am I expected to do while I wait patiently like a docile little lamb?"

He shrugged. "You're a clever woman. I'm sure you could think of something to entertain yourself with. Or…" In the blink of an eye he was no longer standing by the desk but was instead right in front of her again. Almost pressed up against her, they were so close. "Or I could entertain you…"

The heat from his body nearly brushing against her made Gwendolyn's heart pound and she felt tingly all over. Giddy. She knew she shouldn't. She really, really shouldn't. It was Kevin for fuck's sake! Kevin mother-fucking Levin! Ben's enemy! Her enemy by proxy. But… Ben wasn't here right now. And she so wanted to take a ride on those tentacles. It was just sex. It wasn't like it would mean anything. So long as she stuck to her rules, it would be fine. Just sex.

With Kevin.

At the moment, Gwendolyn didn't care. She leaned forward. Brushing past his mouth -she never kissed on the lips- she instead scraped her teeth over his earlobe. He must have liked it, because he shuddered against her, his hands coming up to grip her waist as he dipped his own head down to her neck.

"You're a biter." He muttered into her collarbone.

"If the occasion calls for it." She whispered back.

Kevin trailed kisses up her neck, alternating between nipping and scraping with his teeth until he got to her ear. "Do you like being bitten back?"

Gwendolyn was about to answer 'yes', but paused just a moment long enough to remember that this was Kevin 11,000, a sadistic bastard with sociopathic tendencies. Someone who enjoyed hurting others with little to no sympathy. So, instead she said, "Don't break the skin. The moment you draw blood, this stops being sex and becomes an attack and I'll defend myself."

"Sex?" He chuckled, breath hot against her ear. "I thought we were just necking. You must lead a very boring life if this is what you call 'sex', Gwendolyn. No wonder you never had any children."

She pushed him away at that, genuinely annoyed at his assumption. He didn't know anything about her or why she never had children. Believe it or not, not every goddamn woman in existence has to want or have children! "The reason I never had any kids is because I actually know what the word 'responsibility' means. Unlike you and Ben! Do you even have protection on you? Or did you not plan ahead that far?"

"I'll pull out." He promised, determined not to lose the mood, and moved his attentions from her neck and ear to her mouth.

Gwendolyn stopped him before his lips could brush hers. "Not good enough."

Now he was the one getting annoyed. "Ya know, I am trying to be a gentleman about this. I could just as easily overpower you and take what I want."

"I would never let you rape me without a fight -by the end of which I guarantee you, you will no longer want it." She shot back, refusing to feel threatened by him. "No, Kevin. If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do it my way. You are gonna wear a condom. There will be no mouth kissing -I don't kiss on the mouth, ever. The safety word is 'sonnet', if either one of us says it everything stops. Biting and scratching is okay so long as nobody bleeds. Any marks left have to be easily concealed by normal clothing. I'm willing to do lots of weird and kinky shit, but if I say 'no' to something that means no. If I have to repeat myself then this arrangement ends. Do you understand and agree to these terms?"

Kevin just stared at her for a moment. "Why no kissing on the mouth?"

"None of your fucking business." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Do you wanna do this or not?"

There was another beat of silence. Then, "I don't have any condoms on me."

"Well then, I guess this just isn't gonna happen."

It didn't take Kevin long to find a prophylactic. He had been intrigued by Gwendolyn Tennyson since remeeting her the night he tried to collected Devlin. He never would have imagined a member of Ben's Team would double cross the obnoxious hero by suggesting to his enemy to place a spy in his house. Especially not Benji's own family! Yes, smart-mouthed and bossy little Gwendolyn had somehow managed to grow up and become cunningly interesting.

But more than that was the fact that she appeared to find him just as stimulating.

Kevin's sense of smell was an ability he received from Wildmutt, the Vumpimancer he absorbed from the Omnitrix back when he was still just a kid himself. It was one of the few abilities that still stuck with him even in human form, like XLR8's super-speed. He usually used it for sniffing out fear or nervousness which usually indicated lies -an invaluable talent in his line of work. Since stupidly committing himself to Leeta, he hadn't really used it for sniffing out women who might be interested in him. But Leeta wasn't here anymore and it had been so very, very long since anything but his own goddamned hand had stroked his cock.

And Gwendolyn was definitely interested. Definitely.

He was a little skeptical after their short skirmish in Bellwood. But just now, in his office… God! It took every ounce of Kevin's limited self-control not to just bend her over his desk and tear her clothes off. The scent of her arousal wafted between them. Warm and receptive -like he imagined her body would be.

But then she had to ruin everything with those stupid rules! No kissing on the mouth? What kind of bullshit was that? Always wear a condom? Well… okay. That was actually a legitimate concern. He certainly didn't want any more accidents coming along. Devlin had turned out -more or less- alright. He wasn't exactly happy with the kid right now (choosing to stay with his enemy and all), but overall he was a good kid and Kevin did care about him. But he didn't want to have anymore kids. So, Kevin begrudgingly agreed to her request. He went out and got some protection.

The room his men escorted her to was just a step up from prison cell status, but several significant steps down from army barracks. It was a small square room that felt more like a box. With no windows and only one door. It held nothing but a switch on the wall for the overhead light, a small table by the bed, and the bed itself. The bed was equally as disappointing as the room. A little to narrow to accommodate both of them side by side. It would serve his purposes for now, but if they continued this… whatever it was between them ('affair' sounded like to much of a commitment) then he was definitely going to have to move her to more comfortable quarters.

She was standing in the middle of the room when he entered. Arms crossed over her chest. Looking annoyed.

"So, is this where you stick all of your harem bitches?" She asked.

"Its a room with a bed." He informed her. "It will do for now."

"You're still under the impression I'm gonna stay here passively?"

"Your passivity is the last thing I want right now." Kevin assured her.

He shut the door behind him and crossed the small space between them. One hand snaking around her back to grab at her ass, pulling her closer to him, forcing her thighs to rub against his erection. And her scent spiked at the feel of his stiff member straining against his clothing. It drove him crazy! The other hand traveled up to tangle in her ginger hair, pulling her head to the side slightly, exposing her unblemished neck to him. He leaned down, chose a spot, and closed his teeth on her.

She gasped with pleasure before reminding him, "No marks where people can see."

Kevin lifted his lips. There was a red mark there, but not an actual love-bite. It would be gone by the next morning.

Her hands roamed over his broad shoulders and toned chest. Even though the fabric of his shirt she could feel the sculpted muscles of his pectorals and she found herself wondering about his chest hair. Did he shave it, or let it grow wild and natural. She could guess either. His chin was so smooth and clean-shaven, but his hair was long and unkept. Gwendolyn twirled a lock of it around her finger as she slipped her free hand up his shirt and felt a light dusting of thin chest hair. So, he let it grow but kept it trimmed. That was actually nice. She liked a bit of chest hair on men, just not so much that they looked like bears.

Kevin raised his arms so that she could lift his shirt off and he saw it in her face the moment she noticed his scars. They didn't really show much on his front, just thin jagged marks creeping over his shoulders. But on his back… oh, boy! He hoped she didn't ask to see his back.

"What's this?" Gwendolyn ran a hand over one shoulder, feeling the marred, uneven skin. She followed one mark over the shoulder and down the back until it intersected with another.

The memory of it made Kevin wince. "Its nothing you need concern yourself with." He growled. Then, because he was still justifiably bitter about it, he elaborated anyway. "In the Null Void there's this prison redundantly called 'Incarceration'. There they make the prisoners mine crystals like slaves -and they lash them like slaves."

She took a step back in horror. Obviously, Gwendolyn hadn't known that and Kevin found himself wondering if Benji knew. Would he condemn so many of his enemies to the Null Void and Incarceration if he did know just how horrible it truly was? Gwendolyn wouldn't. Kevin could see that written clearly in her face, he heard it in her voice when she asked, "These are scars from a whip?"

"An energy whip. A mechanical hilt that generates a plasma lash, when it breaks the skin it instantly cauterizes the wound so that there's no blood. But I don't wanna talk about that." He picked her up and threw her down on the narrow bed. His hands finding her belt buckle and pulling her slacks down to her ankles. "Right now I just wanna eat this pussy of yours."

The scent of her arousal wafted around him the moment her pants were off and her panties were down. It nearly drove Kevin into a frenzy. He spread her knees and knelt between her legs, his breath tickling the triangle of red-gold hair there -the same shade of hair as the locks on her ginger head. Kevin flicked his tongue out experimentally, tasting the wetness that pooled at the juncture between her thighs.

Gwendolyn gasped with the sudden sensation, hands reaching down to tangle her fingers in his hair. She was so juicy and enthusiastic. It felt like it had been forever since a woman was enthusiastic about sleeping with him. He lapped up her wetness greedily, enjoying the texture as his tongue slid over her open and inviting slit. The flavor was clean and sweet, better than he expected. Kevin plunged his tongue inside her, tasting deeper. Drinking her in.

Her fingers tightened their grip on his hair. Pulling in a not unpleasant way. Kevin withdrew his tongue from inside her and switched his attentions to that most sedative of nubs just above her slit. Alternating between licking and gentle sucking. Gwendolyn gasped at the sensation. Her hips rocking with desperation for more.

"I have to have you!" She moaned, and something in her voice -more than her words- drove him over the edge.

Kevin stood just long enough to unfasten his belt and slide his own pants off, fiddling with the condom to slide it over his stiff member. He crawled on top of her, one hand sliding up her shirt to push it up over her breasts, exposing her bra. Front snap. That was convenient. He unfastened it with one quick motion -so much easier than a normal bra. He closed his lips around one tight nipped just as he was about to slide into her.

"Transform." Gwendolyn commanded.

Kevin froze. "What?"

"Transform for me." She repeated. "I want you in your alien form. Use your tentacles."

"What!?" He echoed. She wanted his mutant alien form? No one wanted his mutant alien form! Leeta hated his mutant alien form, wouldn't even look at him when he was in it, wouldn't even look at their son when he was in it. It was grotesque, horrifying, and ugly. There was no way anyone could find it attractive. Especially not someone as upright and good as Gwendolyn Tennyson. She was setting up for something. She had to be. Kevin slid off of her and stood, pulling his pants back up. "No."

Gwendolyn sat up, not even trying to cover her nakedness. "What? Why?"

Kevin just stared at her.

"I don't know what kind of game you're playing." He growled, frustrated and confused. He was so horny, he wanted to just jump back on the bed and pound his hard cock into her, but he also couldn't understand how she could want his mutant form and it frightened him. Leeta used his mutant form as an excuse to stab at his pride, deny him, and ignore their son plenty often. There was no way someone could want him in his mutant form. Not unless they were working some kind of angle. "But I've been played by bitches like you before and I am not gonna fall for that again!"

"'Bitches'? Excuse me!?"

He picked his shirt up off the ground and left the room. He didn't know what she was thinking. Kevin didn't need this.