Chapter 4
Hey! Skchuu team here! Time for breakfast with the boys! Too bad Kitty's cooking :[ Yup, back to Kurt (Kchuu) and Mort/Todd (Sketchy) in this chap! If you don't recognize some of the characters, it's because they're from the comics : A quick comicvine search should help you find them well enough! Next chap we get back to Pietro and his captor… and the first real explicit stuff we've posted on here! Yipes!
Look forward to it : Buh-bye!
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The morning wakeup call sounded just after sun-up every day, and was done by a certain mutant whose scream seemed loud enough to wake the dead, and easily went through the entire camp.
It was a sound that was impossible to sleep through, especially for those whose tents were nearby the morning alarm mutant's.
Which, unfortunately, was where Mortimer's tent was.
The frog-like mutant started into alertness, and quickly clapped his hands over his ears, trying to block out the sound.
The sound eventually faded, and Mortimer gave a groan, keeping his eyes shut tightly, as if trying to deny that the morning was already there.
"Can't they let us sleep in, just for one fucking day?"
He grabbed his blanket, which had only been loosely covering him, and pulled it up so it was over his head.
"….To hell with the stupid wake up call."
Kurt hopped up from his bed, and quickly began pulling on his clothes.
"It's not stupid. Yeah, it's freaking annoying, but ve all have to do our parts. Ve can't just sleep half the day..." He pulled his shirt over his head, then fixed his ruffed fur. "It's not like ve can ask the humans to take a break from killing us for one day..." Kurt strapped on his gun-belt.
"Time for breakfast, froschi." Kurt walked over to Mort's cot, and kicked it, yanking the blanket off of the swaying cot with his tail. "Rise and shine, slimeball..."
Mortimer's eyes snapped open, and he clung to the unsteady cot so he didn't fall off.
"Shit, man! Don't do that!"
As soon as the cot stopped moving, Mort scowled and glared over at his roommate.
"...I miss the old days. Y'know, when you lived in a different house."
The younger man hopped up off of his cot, still dressed in the same clothes as the day before. He quickly smoothed out the rumpled garments, then crouched and searched underneath his bed for his goggles.
He soon found them, and put them on as he stood up again.
"Ugh, do we really hafta go to that stupid mess hall? It's crowded, has a long line, and I think Pryde's cookin' today."
Fifteen minutes later, the two men were sitting at the end of one of the mess halls long tables, both staring at their plates.
"…She messed up waffles, yo."
Mortimer prodded his food with a fork, shivering as it's almost goopy texture gave way.
The waffles looked terrible. The chef had managed to burn one side of them to an almost charcoal black, and leave the other side barely cooked at all.
The only compensation was that, alongside the waffles, two links of very good looking, steaming hot polish sausages had been served.
"Thank God Colossus took care of the meat this time."
Mort stabbed one of the sausages with his fork and brought it up to his mouth, biting into it and looking somewhat pleased.
"…Yeah, saves my breakfast."
Kurt laughed, choking down a bite of the blackened waffle.
"Yeah, I mean, vho put her in charge of cooking? Seriously.. and these measly rations..." He cringed as the last bit of burned waffle passed his lips. "If I vasn't so damn hungry all the time, I vouldn't have to eat this crap... Man, Piotr sure has it rough..."
He chuckled again. "I guess it's good that I didn't hit that vhen I got the chance..."
Mortimer nearly choked on his food, and swallowed painfully before staring at the other mutant in shock.
"…You and Pryde? What the hell, man?"
Behind his goggles, the frog-like mutants eyes narrowed.
"No effing way. I'm not stupid, Nightcreeper. I remember how she acted when we were kids. The first few weeks she knew you, she wouldn't even get within ten feet of your blue hide."
Kurt grinned, taking a bite of the steaming sausage. "Things change, man! I vas her best friend, and vhen her human boyfriend turned on her..." Kurt shrugged. "I guess chicks really do dig zah fuzzy dood!" He swallowed the last of his food, eying Mort's half-finished sausage. "Though... it didn't feel right to just screw her, you know? Ve'd been best friends for so long..."
He looked back at his own plate, smiling a little sadly.
"And I knew she deserved better."
The younger man gave a snort of laughter, and a grin came over his face.
"Yeah right. Nice try, Furball, but I ain't believin' that story. Miss Appearances would never stoop to askin' you, best friend or not."
He caught Kurt's eyes looking at his sausage, and he quickly spiked the piece of meat with his fork, stuffing it in his mouth before the older man could take it.
He swallowed the thing whole and gave his roommate a smug smirk.
"…In fact, I don't even know what kinda girl would wanna do a shag carpet in the first place."
Kurt grinned smugly, raising his eyebrows. He tossed his empty plate into a cart as it rolled by, a short kid with knobbly green skin and a giant arm pushing it.
"I don't care if you believe me or not, it's true. And..." He locked eyes with Todd for a moment before looking over at the table where the Magneto Family sat. "Wanda Maximoff, for one."
Mortimer's smirk fell, and for a minute he was completely silent.
His voice came out, strained and enraged.
"You…Wanda actually…Fucking hell."
With his goggles on, Mort simply looked like he was disgusted and angry, but under his eyewear, his eyes sparked a violent red, proof of his hate and displeasure.
One thing Mort knew about his long term rival right now, was that with the way he was looking at the Maximoff table, he wasn't lying.
"…That just fucking figures."
Mortimer dropped his glare to his silverware on the table, and began to think that, if he wasn't in public, he'd consider throwing the fork at the former X-man.
But, as a traitor and a generally unliked guy, that was just asking to be beat up, or worse.
Kurt laughed, and slapped Mort on the back in a teasing sort of way. He knew that the fact of him screwing the froggy mutant's old crush would grind on his nerves like nobodies business. It'd be best to rub it in while they were still in public-so Mortimer wouldn't do anything crazy.
"Yeah, man! It vas effing ace, dude! I have no idea vhy she came onto me, that chick is veird for sure... and talk about freaky in bed..."
Mort's eyes snapped back up to his rival, glaring daggers at him.
"It fits. She got freaky, you're a freak. Makes perfect sense, man."
Mort's eyes wandered over to the Maximoff table, his intent to take a look at the first, and only girl he'd ever had a crush on. But what he noticed was something entirely different.
His eyebrows furrowed, and his voice lost all its former malice.
"Hey, where the heck is Pietro? He's always with Wanda and their dad at mealtime."
"Shut up, dude, you know you're jealous." Kurt rolled his eyes, then glanced back at the table. Pietro's seat was conspicuously empty. That was odd. Usually the silver-haired speedster would never miss the chance to brief his dad of the goings on, usually at a lightning-fast pace. But today...
"Hm, I don't know... maybe patrolling or something? He's not vone to miss these group type things, especially vhen his father's here..." Kurt looked a little concerned. "I don't think ve should vorry too much, though... If that guy gets into trouble, he could alvays run avay..."
"Yeah, unless someone broke his legs."
Mortimer chuckled, and a grin came back onto his face.
"Oh what I wouldn't give tah see that. 'Mighty Pietro, leader of the Brotherhood' all helpless and useless. Then karma would finally have gotten him back for torturing me as a kid."
Mort shifted his attention down to his untouched waffles, and he pushed them away, sticking his tongue out in disgust.
"Ugh, though I'd be cool with karma if they just gave me decent waffles every Tuesday. This is disgustin'."
"Dude, I'll eat them if you don't vant them. Gimme." He pulled Todd's plate towards him, calling across the room to Hisako to pass him the soy sauce. "I think they just need some flavor!" He caught the expertly-thrown bottle, and dumped a little puddle of the brown sauce onto the undercooked food.
"So..." Kurt started munching. "Vhen vas the last time you got some, huh, Morty?"
Mort stared oddly at what Kurt was doing to his food, but snapped out of his daze at the question his enemy posed.
The frog-like mutant scowled, and looked away.
"Like I'd tell you, yah circus act."
Kurt sneered, laughing sardonically.
"Hey, at least circus acts are charming! Come on, spill it! ...And there's no shame in fucking prostitutes, man, If that's the best you can get, then that's vhat you get." He prodded the skinny man's side with his tail. "Come on, man."
Mortimer paused a minute, obviously thinking, then gave his answer in a bitter and hateful tone.
"Fine. Yeah, I banged a prostitute way back when this camp was first being set up. It fucking sucked and I haven't done it since. Yah happy?"
Kurt glanced sadly at him, biting his lip.
"S-sorry, dude... It... it sucked? Did you at least... get your money back or something? If she vas no good, it couldn't have been that mu... shit, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." He actually felt bad for pressing the subject... he didn't know what he was thinking... of course a frog-dude like Mort hadn't had any decent women, or men, or whatever... He wasn't bad looking, but he was so closed all the time...
"So err... vh-vhat's the lover of your dreams like...? your ideal piece of tail?" He smiled shakily, trying to salvage what he could of the mood.
Mort visibly tensed up, and his eyes, still thankfully hidden by the goggles, slid over to look at Kurt, his head never moving.
"…Why do you wanna know, Fuzzball?"
Kurt swallowed the last bit of his now-spicy waffle, thinking for a moment before responding.
"I-I don't know, I just felt kinda bad for asking you a question like my first vone. It's just something ve used to talk about all the time vhen I vas on the front lines... I guess I didn't really think so much. But... come on, ve talked about this vone on the battlefield encampments, too!" He smiled at the memory, wiping his mouth on the thin paper towel.
"So spill, man! If shag carpets aren't your thing... vhat is? Who'd you like to ...shag?" Kurt winked, chuckling.
"…Yer makin' it sound like you thought I was… gay for you or somthin'."
Mortimer shifted, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
"I dunno…someone taller, makes me laugh I guess…Just...Just someone who makes me happy, okay!"
The younger mutant stood, and started walking away angrily, needing to get out of this crowded room, and away from that stupid X-man.
That freak show had no right to ask him these things. No right to make him…Make him remember his first time, and what it had made him realize.
…No right at all…
Kurt just sat there for a moment, a horrified expression on his face. He hadn't meant for it to sound like that at all... It hadn't even crossed his mind...
But the way Toad had said that...
Kurt stared at the space where he'd been only moments before. What self-respecting straight guy wouldn't enjoy his first time scoring...? Though Mort was far from self-respecting...
And possibly... Kurt's eyes widened at the thought, and he quickly began to scamper after the man, he couldn't lose sight of his prisoner.
Far from... straight...?