A/N: Make that a triple post... maybe even quadruple - I've been reading a lot of comics... :)
"Welcome to your first lesson in Calamity." Oliver said and rolled his eyes at the name Scott had given his course. It might as well have been called 'A 1000 ways to die at the mutant school'. "I am your instructor, Oliver Croix. My code name is 'Nine Lives' - aptly so seeing how I have lived at least that many different lives. I have also met two of my-selves, one from an alternate dimension and one from an alternate future." He introduced himself as he booted up the control panel. He looked at the class and tried to smile. There were so few of them since M-day - they barely filled fifteen seats. He knew that there were ten others currently in the infirmary. One girl raised her hand and he looked at her. "Yes, Cessily?"
"Mr. Croix what are we going to be learning here? There was no course description on the syllabus."
"You actually read that?" Julian asked before he snorted.
"I just want to be prepared." She said in a quieter tone now that she had earned his disapproval.
"Um first - please don't call me Mr. Croix. I'm only nineteen. Feel free to call me Oliver. Second, you'll finally be learning the real events of what we have come to call 'M-Day': what caused it, what happened, and how a lot of your friends ended up without their powers or dead." They all started talking amongst themselves - most of them noting that Scott had kept them ignorant of what happened because he thought they couldn't handle it. "Let's start shall we?" He brought up a picture of Wanda on the overhead as well as very gruesome picture of her twin sons being absorbed by Mephisto - something he found while on the Avengers computers. All the students gasped - one particularly fragile girl passed out. "Is she breathing?" Oliver asked as he moved to her and the other two girls that were checking on her.
"She's fine." Nori said as they helped Megan off the floor and back into her chair.
"Sorry about that - I've been desensitized to stuff like this. I'll be sure to warn you the next time one of the images is a little hard to look at." Oliver said as he went back to the podium. "Wanda Maximoff became increasingly unhinged when her children were absorbed by the wizard Mephisto. Made even worse by the fact they were never real in the first place. They were simply power constructs entrusted to the Scarlet Witch. But her years spent with 'the children' made her mental breakdown all the more devastating. Her father and professor Xavier did not realize the magnitude of her reality warping abilities until it was too late. If Xavier and Jean Grey are Omega level mutants then Wanda is off the charts - her power immeasurable considering what she was about to do. And for the most part she was unaware of the extent of her abilities until M-day."
"When attempting to keep her from losing control and potentially destroying us all in a fit of rage her father asked the Avengers and the X-men for help. Unfortunately by the time they all reached what remains of Genosha her brother: Pietro Maximoff had convinced Wanda to use her powers to create an Ideal World. A world were mutants were the majority and pretty much got whatever they desired." Oliver said. "This will come to be known as 'The House of M.' Working in tandem with Professor Xavier Wanda was able to create this world for us."
"How come none of us remember?" Julian asked loudly.
"Because getting what ever you want is a typical Tuesday for you." Nori chided. "Xavier made us all forget, obviously."
"It's not quiet that simple." Oliver spoke up to quell their argument. "A lot of us in the ideal world had no idea what was even happening. Xavier had convinced us that this had always been our lives. The only person to completely reject this ideal was Logan. His memories have been taken, fractured and falsified so many times that his mind can no longer be 'duped' as it were. Upon waking in the ideal world he immediately knew everything was wrong. And sought out anyone else who also knew. This led him to Luke Cage and a fledgling homo-sapien resistance and ultimately to a girl named Layla Miller. A girl who's mutant power manifested the day Wanda warped our reality. Currently not a lot if known about Layla - for a while we all speculated that she was another of Emma Frost's 'cuckoos', spawned when her telepathy was invaded by Xavier's. Layla had the ability to 'wake up' anyone in the ideal world - making them remember their real lives."
"Why?"
"Well the way she explains it she 'just knows things'."
"No, why would she do that? Weren't people happy in the ideal world. Why ruin it?" Cessily asked.
"Because that world was at the whim of a mentally unstable woman." Oliver said. "The next image is a bit graphic." he warned before he brought it up. He heard them groan as he turned to see the picture of Wanda 'disintegrated' a person. "Wanda had the ability to literally 'blink' you out of existence. The ones who were 'awake' knew that anything might set her off and while in this world she created we could all be dismantled. You could be going about your day and suddenly and painfully dissolve into nothing because she sneezed."
"Talk about PMS," Julian snorted.
"Watch it." Nori growled.
"Besides there was something to be said about ethical ramifications of manipulating everyone." Oliver said. "None suffered more than our human allies who were pushed to the bottom rung of society whether they were friendly to mutants or not. Families were ripped apart. Lives ruined. The best example of this is found in Peter Parker. Also known at Spiderman. In his ideal life Wanda brought not only his uncle but his first love back to life. Not only that but they had a son together. Peter has to live everyday knowing not only will he never have this life but that the child he cherished never existed. That the woman he is with now never crossed his mind in his 'dream' setting. To say he reacted badly to the news that House of M wasn't real, is an understatement. To have your most private desires put on display in front of you and then suddenly ripped away is a cruelty that is nearly unfathomable."
"What were yours." Santo asked bluntly.
"You idiot, he just said they were private." Anole quipped.
"Well he just dumped Peter Parker's 'purse' all over the table for public consumption." Santo countered.
"Maybe his ideal life involved you never talking again."
"It's alright." Oliver interjected.
"Oliver, you don't have to." Anole said. He already knew what Oliver went through after the events of M-day and he knew the ridicule that came from just mentioning you were gay. Let alone the humiliation Oliver suffered because of who he wanted.
"Actually I feel rather inspired by what I made of my life after seeing my desires on M-day." Oliver said as he brought up an image of himself. They all chuckled - it was picture of him from his first day at the institute. Suffice to say he was a mess, his hair stringy and his clothes torn and dirty from the way he and Hank had to fight through the mob of mutant haters to get out. He had been afraid, nervous - flung into a new place with strangers and his fear and anxiety showed in the old image. "I had been here about six months when M-day happened. I spent most of that time hiding under my bed, paralyzed in fear that I might hurt someone - that the mutant haters would find me, that my father might find me and kill me—"
"Who is your father?" Laura asked.
"Victor Creed." Oliver answered. The look on their faces letting him know they knew exactly who that was. "You've more than likely faced his hologram form in the danger room as Sabertooth. Anyway, I had been making strides to be a better person until the day I messed up, betrayed the trust of Mr. Wagner - we got in a fight, and just when we were talking things out I was blinded by a light. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in bed with Mr. Wagner." Some of the girls blushed and Julian actually laughed out loud.
"Whoa! Plot twist!" Santo whistled.
"Wanda and Xavier made us believe that we had been in a relationship for five years. Much like today I was Dr. McCoy's lab assistant, Kurt worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. Logan was his team leader and I was his adopted son. I called him dad and everything - we were so happy it was disgusting."
"That's the disgusting part?" Julian joked. "There's a lot of fur, tails and dicks between the two of you."
"Shut up." Nori said in Oliver's defense.
"Nah, he's right. I heard Mr. Wagner has two!" Santo said.
"I am neither confirming or denying that Santo." Oliver joked. "I lived two days in my ideal life. In that time Logan gathered enough of the Avengers and X-men to take down Magneto and hopefully convince Wanda to return us to our real world. He spared me the 'waking up' process - he thought we might be stuck in the false world and that I deserved to be happy, no matter what happened. Just being in Layla's presence for more than five minutes was enough to make me retain my memories of the House of M. Dr. Strange put me to sleep before the final battle - when I awoke it was to your worried voices in the foyer as you wondered why some of you had been struck down and others hadn't."
"So… what happened?" Julian asked impatiently. "How come everyone else lost their powers?"
"During the final battle when Wanda was confronted she became distraught that her world was once again falling apart. It was discovered that Pietro was responsible for manipulating her, not their father. Seeing them fighting again made her think that being mutant was the real problem. The reason Magneto was never there for them, the reason Pietro was so angry, the reason why everyone was mad at her was because they had been born mutants. She believed that she had made so many mistakes because of her powers that she used them one final time… the last words Dr. Strange heard her speak were 'No more mutants'."
"Well she messed up. We're still mutants." Josh said. "That should be pretty obvious seeing how the Purifiers came to exterminate the rest of us. Also there's this." He gestured to his face.
"There are a lot of theories concerning that." Oliver said before he brought up a few pictures of Hank, Dr. Strange and Emma Frost. "One being that the mutants at the final battle were shielded from those damning words by a combination of Strange's magic and Emma's psychic blocks. For example, on the Young Avengers team there is a one 'Billy Kaplan' whose spells only work if he can hear himself saying them. Pietro and Magneto were the closest to her at that time. The seconds before it took the spell to reach Emma we believe she had already shielded the mutants near her from hearing it - as well as a few others connected to her mind. The others around the world that could not hear her but were depowered because they simply didn't have the where with all to block such a powerful psychic attack. Those that did were spared. Hank believes that it may have just been random - like so much of our lot in life. A complete luck of the draw as far as effectiveness goes."
"You call that luck? Hydro died!" Julian yelled. "My girlfriend left me! DJ and all those kids on the bus are dead. And you still look like that! How the hell is this luck?"
"Excuse you - I actually like the way I look. Also it's a turn of phrase Mr. Keller." Oliver answered calmly. "I'm sorry you got dumped and some of your friends died but be glad in the fact you had them in the first place. Would you rather live in a dream world where you never met them because you never came here? Or in a world where you never existed because in her warped reality your parents never met - or were even born themselves? It seems harsh but death is a part of life - death is not going to stop happening just because you don't like it. You're not going to live forever. Your parents are going to die. Your friends are going to die. You are going to die! So yes I would call it luck that any of us are still alive after any of the crazy shit that happens to us! Because the unlucky ones are already in the damn ground!"
He hated the way they were staring at him. He also hated saying such harsh words to teenagers but honestly it was all stuff they should know. Especially being mutants. He had witnessed his father ending the lives of countless people who thought things would go differently for them. It taught him that it could all end in an instant and there's no amount of tears or anger that can undo death.
"So what happened?" Santo broke the silence and everyone looked at him.
"Really dude? This is what happened. You're living it." Josh said.
"No I mean with the Scarlet Witch. Is she dead? Did she 'blink' herself out of existence?"
"She hasn't appeared on Cerebra for a long time. The Wiccan - Billy Kaplan was convinced that he and his team mate Thomas are the carriers of the souls of Wanda lost children and he went in search of her last week… no reports have come back yet. Hank believes Wanda is akin to the Phoenix force. That someone so powerful will not just simply cease to exist. She's somewhere, living with her regrets. Or she's dead and she has no more regrets." Oliver shrugged.
"So… wait. You remember everything from your dream-life?" Santo asked. "Wasn't that super awkward to face Mr. Wagner after you did the horizontal monster mash." The other students groaned at his tactless comment but Oliver just chuckled.
"Not as awkward as me calling Logan 'dad' the other day." He answered. "Actually I did feel a lot of guilt over what happened between me and Mr. Wagner. For weeks I was convinced that it was my own fantasy that landed him with me in the House of M. You think given the chance to live your fantasies you'd wish to be taller or famous but then what you really wants bites you on the neck and it changes everything you thought you knew about a man." He cleared his throat. "Moving on. The phenomenon of M-day was that Xavier and Wanda were able to use their powers in tandem. Xavier read minds, fed the information to Wanda who in turn shaped the world around us. Seemingly in an instant. Everybody who remembers the moments before report that they were unaware that any time had passed. Despite how terribly invasive it was and how horribly it all ended it was actually quite amazing."
"Hey, there's my favorite T.I.L.F." Oliver was turning off the projectors when he heard Kurt. He smiled seeing the older man was holding a rather large stuffed penguin.
"Bonjour bae." Oliver greeted him. "Is that for me?"
"For your first day of teaching." Kurt said as he handed Oliver the plush animal. "I'm so used to getting flowers for women but it seemed a little odd to give them to a man and then I thought Andre could use a friend. That was sexist wasn't it - maybe I should've stuck with the flowers."
"No, he's perfect. I love it." Oliver said as he hugged it close. "I'm gonna call him… Archibald. A proper name for a proper gentleman penguin." He played with the orange bow tie sewn to it's neck before he rubbed his nose against it's beak. "What was that you called me? A 'tilf'?"
"Oh, it's an acronym. Stands for 'teacher I'd like to fuck'." Kurt said like he was talking about the weather.
"Mr. Wagner!" Oliver gasped - feigning shock and grinning wide afterwards. He covered Archibald's ears and Kurt chuckled. "How inappropriate I am a 'barely legal' T.A. - I have a clean cut boyfriend who would never use such language."
"Speaking of inappropriate it just made me incredibly hot when you called me 'Mr. Wagner'." Kurt confessed as he got closer. He put his arm around Oliver's hip and leaned in. "How long do you have until your next session?"
"Why?" Oliver played coy and put Archibald between them.
"Cause I got something I wanna run past you." Kurt said. "Wait, did I say 'past you'? I meant to say run 'through you'." He leaned in even closer and whispered right in Oliver's ear. "Over and over until you can't take anymore."
"Mon dieu…" Oliver shivered. Before he could even say yes Kurt teleported them up to the loft. Oliver tossed Archibald on to the bed before Kurt pulled him over to the sofa. Oliver assumed the mission went well since Kurt returned in such an amorous state. If it went bad he'd still smile and be affectionate but he wouldn't be quite so ravenous. They'd cuddle and kiss and Oliver would let him decompress. Kurt would tell him what went wrong, who got hurt, the good they managed to do that would lead to an ambiguous end. When things went well Kurt returned in a great mood - confident in himself, still riding high from their winning streak, ready to make love and talk about sweet nothings instead of the mission. Oliver loved it when things went well.
Kurt turned him around and put him on his knees on the couch. Oliver was already purring as Kurt guided his hands to the backrest. "Kiss me." Kurt panted. Oliver turned his head and shoved his tongue into Kurt's mouth. They both moaned when Kurt groped over Oliver's butt. "Stay." He order before he pulled away for a second to get a condom and lube from their nightstand. He unzipped his uniform on his way back and prepped himself. Oliver slid down his pants and lifted his tail.
"Ah!" Oliver gasped when Kurt quickly prepared him. He gripped the back of the couch and looked over his shoulder as Kurt slid in.
It was intense and hot. Oliver arched his back as Kurt thrust into him at punishing pace. It was so perfectly pleasurable and painful. He had gotten used to having Kurt inside him after their first time and the feel of him thrusting in quick and hard felt amazing. Oliver noticed that even his roughest movements had an underlying gentleness to them. The strong grip of his hands on Oliver's hips was sending tingles up and down his back. Over the the soft smack of his hips meeting Oliver's ass he could hear Kurt moaning in garbled English and German.
Kurt leaned over and wrapped his arms around Oliver's waist. The younger man moaned louder when Kurt nuzzled and nipped at his neck. He ground in particularly deep and growled something about Oliver being 'sweeter than zuckerwatte' before he bit his ear. Oliver tried to hold back but Kurt struck his spot and he was cumming all over the sofa before he could catch himself. It wasn't long before Kurt followed him over the edge - peaking with a deep growl and a strong tremble that shook them both.
Oliver sighed as Kurt slipped out but didn't let him go. He just lazily kissed Oliver's shoulders and neck. Oliver suddenly looked over his shoulder at Kurt. "Where you hugging a woman on your mission?"
"Hm? No." Kurt answered the awkward question. "I mean Ororoe and Kitty were there with me. If that what you smell?" Oliver leaned closer and inhaled deeply right near Kurt's mouth.
"No… it's younger. Like a teenage girl."
"Was?" Kurt asked confused.
"I think that might be me." Laura spoke up. Kurt jumped and immediately moved to cover himself.
"Laura! Jesus! How long have you been there?" He gasped as he turned so she couldn't see his genitals. Oliver seemed completely unabashed that they had an audience. He pulled his pants up like normal and looked at Kurt as he jittered about.
"I waited until you were done." Laura shrugged. "I have to talk to Oliver. You are done right?"
"Very." Kurt huffed. "I'm gonna go shower and pray - maybe crawl into a hole and die…" He trailed off as he shuffled to the bathroom quickly. Oliver watched him until he shut the door. He had never witnessed Kurt act that way about being nude. He always teleported out of his clothes as soon as he came in their loft.
"He's weird." Laura stated flatly. Oliver nodded his head like he agreed.
"What did you need to talk to me about?" He asked as he moved to the kitchen. He got some paper towels and wet them before he went about cleaning his cum from the surface of the leather couch. Laura didn't show any sign of disgust or aversion to what he was doing. He knew she could smell their mingled sex in the air. Oliver was enjoying it but he knew it had to be obnoxious to anyone else with heightened senses.
"Logan." Laura answered.
"Oh yeah." Oliver sighed as he threw the paper towels in the trash. He opened the small window in the kitchen before he joined her on the couch. "He's collecting us like strays isn't he?"
"I'm his clone." She confessed. Oliver didn't seem phased by the revelation. "But when you scented me just now you said I smelt like a girl."
"Yeah." Oliver sniffled. "Don't get me wrong, you do smell a little like him—"
"As do you." Laura said before she inhaled. "Well, him and Mr. Wagner." Oliver shrugged like he understood. They sat there staring at each other for a long moment. "I feel odd." she confessed.
"That's normal." Oliver said. "You've been mistreated, used - it's hard to connect to anyone because you think you might hurt them. You're whole life someone has made you feel like less than nothing. A brainless killer. And now you're suddenly here with all these judgmental brats trying to make a life for yourself but no one ever taught you what having a regular life meant."
"… Are you reading my mind?" Laura asked as she bristled.
"I was describing what I went through. We're just really similar." Oliver answered. "I didn't believe in all this 'change for the better' bullshit they kept feeding me at first but - and don't ever tell them I said this - but… Xavier and Scott were right. They just suck as mentors." Laura smirked. "Luckily Hank took me under his wing. You'll find your way Laura, don't worry."
"… Thank you." She said. "I'm still confused… about Julian."
"Oh that Keller kid. I know what you mean. Part of me wants to fuck him the other part wants to rip him open and bathe in his blood." Oliver growled.
"We really are similar." Laura sighed.
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