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ALERT! ADULT CONTENT! NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER 21!
THE FOLLOWING CONTENT CONTAINS SCENES OF NUDITY, STRONG LANGUAGE AND SCENES OF A GRAPHIC SEXUAL NATURE. THIS IS NOT RECOMMENDED FOR THOSE 21 YEARS OF AGE OR YOUNG. I REPEAT, THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER IS OF AN ADULT NATURE AND NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE 21 YEARS OF AGE OR YOUNGER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
ALERT! ADULT CONTENT! NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER 21!
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The Hallways of the X-Mansion, Evening
Xander's P.O.V
( version)
Well this is one encounter that I'm not exactly looking forward to. He thought as he headed for the library that Pyslocke and Cecilia had converted to a dojo.
It wasn't that he didn't like Cal' per se but more that she was afraid of just what her idea of foreplay and sex was. While he had read a little about Shi'ar culture and biology when he'd been with the others in the successful attempt to rescue the Imperium from the Phalanx but he hadn't had time to read everything. Therefore he wasn't sure just how vigorous their foreplay and sex was so he didn't know if it was something similar to the way humans did it. Personally he was leaning more towards the fact that it was since he very much doubted that the revered Charles Xavier would have been able to endure it if it were something too out of this world. After all while he had been one of the world's most powerful telepaths he was a paraplegic and so he'd be seriously hindered if he tried to do something too physical. That fact alone was enough to reassure him that whatever Deathbird thought up he'd be up to the challenge. He even had a theory about how she'd handle this situation and while he was probably going to be sore tomorrow he hoped it'd be more of the good sore than the bad sore.
Entering the library he saw Cal'Syee standing at the far side of the room waiting for him but at the moment he didn't want to think of what was about to happen just yet. So instead he gazed about the room trying to imagine what the place had looked like prior to Bastion stripping it clean of just about everything artificial. Considering the size of the Xavier estate and how bloody rich the man was he imagined that this room would have been filled with first edition literary works that would have had Giles drooling. There'd also probably be a few generic books that the other X-Men would enjoy reading and some pictures hanging on the wall. He imagined that it would have been a decent place to relax when you wanted to be alone or get some work done.
Now though it was stripped bare and only had a large used exercise mat on the floor, some sparring gear on the shelves and a cooler in the corner. Obviously Betsy had claimed the room for her martial arts exercises and would not relinquish it until they already had the stuff to restock the library. Seeing as how they didn't have access to Charlie's fortune and Warren 'Wings' Worthington was avoiding the mansion because of Gambit's presence the odds of that happening any time soon was slim.
Returning his gaze to Deathbird he could see that she was looking at him intently, as though nothing else mattered to her, and was clad in some kind of bodysuit. It covered just about everything except her arms, her neck and her feet with a dip in the front that displayed a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Unfortunately considering the universal constant that no woman liked guys who mistook their chest for their face when they were trying to have a conversation. Given how volatile Cal' was most of the time he was fairly certain that he didn't want to piss her off by looking at her the wrong way. Taking a deep breath he prepared himself for what was about to happen and while he was still not entirely happy with the position he'd put the ladies in he'd go with the flow. That flow of course would be dictated by Deathbird and while some might call that suicidal but he was confident he'd survive it.
He'd be sore as hell of course but he'd survive.
"It's about time you got here, Terran." She said in her usual snobby tone, "I sent word about the location thirty minutes ago. Where were you?"
"I figured I'd get into something a little more appropriate for the occasion." He replied as he approached her position.
"A waste of time! This is not a 'date' as you terrans call it." Cal declared with an edge in her tone, "This is a means to an end. A way to neutralize the filth you unknowingly introduced into my body. Nothing more."
Oh yeah! She's in the mood. He thought as he restrained the urge to either sigh or roll his eyes at his current predicament.
"Fine. Then let's get this over with." He said deciding that idle chit-chat wasn't going to be worth the effort this time around.
"My thoughts precisely." Cal' said and then before he could do more than blink she lunged at him with her talons pointing in his direction.
Surprised by this hostile act he was a second too slow in dodging the attack and that resulted in four slash-like holes in the front of his shirt. He tried to ask her what the hell she thought she was doing but her attack continued at an increasing rate of speed as well as ferocity. He didn't know what was going on in the bird lady's head but he did know that he wasn't going to get any straight answers until he convinced her to back off for a minute. So with moderate annoyance he began to fight back and used his right hand to transfer some extra momentum into one of Cal's slashes thus throwing her off balance. It also had the side effect of providing him with an opening which he took advantage of with a knee thrust aimed at her stomach. However she skillfully blocked the blow with her own knee before spinning and slamming the heel of her left foot into his face. Stumbling backwards a bit he forced his mind back into proper working order and it was a good thing that he did so because it allowed him to evade a follow up kick. Taking a sizeable leap backwards in order to gain some thinking room he decided that the best thing he could do was piss her off somehow then attack.
He'd either score a serious hit or get the tar beat out of him.
He had an unpleasant hunch that it was the latter.
"What's the matter with you Cal'? That kick barely had any bite to it at all." He said with some disappointment in his voice, "If you put that kind of effort into screwing a guy then maybe I wasted my time coming here."
THAT did it!
With that one statement about her ability to perform in bed she began to lay into him with renewed fury as well as a substantial increase in skill.
Not necessarily a good thing where his continued survival was concerned.
This was proven when an attempt to roll out of the way of an attack resulted in the back of his shirt receiving a quartet of slash holes to go with the ones in the front. Taking a moment to inspect the damage he was forced to realize that this shirt was pretty much a complete right off. Even if he had someone try and sow it back together it'd be pretty obvious to anyone looking at it that it had been slashed to pieces. With a grunt of annoyance at another item of clothing becoming trash he ripped off his shirt not seeing the purpose of keeping it on any longer. Now clad in only boxers he decided that if he was going to lose an article of clothing over this smackdown then so was Ms. I-Am-Shi'ar. With increased incentive to land a blow he chose to go on the offensive this time with a chaotic series of punches, chops and grab attempts. Contrary to what some might believe this wasn't because he was too angry to think strategically but rather because he knew that Cal'Syee would be able to pick up on any pattern fairly quickly. At the moment all he was concerned with was the 'perfect opening' he was hoping she'd provide him with so he could get some payback for the ruined shirt. Fortunately he didn't have long to wait because when she lunged forward with the intention of tackling him to the ground he saw his chance. Grabbing her by the shoulder straps of her body suit he used her momentum to his advantage and fell onto his back while using his right foot to push her past him with quite a bit of strength.
The key to his plan though was that he didn't let go of the shoulder straps of her bodysuit and put just enough power behind his right leg to ensure his plan worked.
And it did.
BOTH shoulder straps were torn off the Shi'ar woman's outfit.
Getting back to his feet he dropped both pieces of cloth immediately he waited for the inevitable blow up, the rush to conceal her chest and the promise of retribution later on. While he was somewhat not looking forward to her experiencing the two week withdrawl session with Rogue it was clear that she was either insane or completely against doing anything intimate with him. Personally he thought that it could very well be a combination of the two and while a two week period of her PMSing wasn't going to be pleasant he wasn't about to force her to do anything she didn't want to do. If she was so against the idea of receiving the counteragent then he was so going to leave and wait for who ever was next in line. Sure she had said that she was only here to get rid of the pheramones in her body but if that was the case then why was she trying to pound him into paste.
Hearing a sound coming from her mouth he was soon inspired to ask another question.
Why was she laughing?
"It's about time you got into the spirit of things Xander." Cal' said as she stood up completely fine with the fact that she was now essentially topless, "I was beginning to think that you weren't interested."
"Interested? In what?" he asked completely clueless about what she was getting at.
"Why the foreplay of course." She replied with an interested grin as she prepared to renew her offensive, "Nothing so boring as what Storm likely employed. Besides I find 'screwing' to be much more interesting after a light sparring session."
FOREPLAY!?
Before he could get her to elaborate on that bizarre and somewhat troubling statement she darted forward with the intent to continue her bizarre version of foreplay. He tried to put up a defense but was less than successful with all the…bouncing…that was going on. As a result she managed to throw him to the ground and straddle him resulting in her…endowments…to dangle right in his face further distracting him. While he wouldn't place them at watermelon size they were definitely superior to anything in the B-cup range. If he recalled correctly there also wasn't an ounce of sag in either one with perky nipples that unless he was mistaken were quite pointed with arousal. It was then he decided that he was focusing entirely too much of his attention in the area below her shoulders when he should be putting up more of a defense. However with her in the position she was in he would have a hard time knocking her off or rolling her over without some kind of a distraction.
It took him less than a second to decide on what to do.
After all if his mind was already on them then why not put them to use.
So without further delay he used what maneuvering room he had with his arms pinned down and began to stimulate her breasts. By his logic she'd either be shocked by this act enough for him to turn the tables on her or like it much she wouldn't be able to maintain her focus. Either way he'd have an opening to get her off and then he'd show her just where she stood in this little skirmish. Also he had picked up a few…tricks…during his session with with Storm that were quite effective when it came to stimulating a lady. He knew he'd hit the right spot when her eyes threatened to roll back under the onslaught of pleasure however instead of loosening her grip or unbalancing herself it seemed to strengthen her position. So he was forced to do something that would probably be something he'd pay for later but it was the only thing that sprang to mind. So with only a moment of hesitation he went from inducing pleasure to inducing pain. Nothing too serious was done of course but certainly enough to hopefully startle her into backing off thus allowing him to escape. However the reaction he got from her was the complete opposite of the one he wanted AGAIN.
Instead of backing off, she actually leaned forward more!
"It would seem Xander that your performance with the Windrider was not the fluke I thought it was." Deathbird said with a smile that sent shivers down his spine, "Let us hope that your performance doesn't shrink in quality before the night is done."
She liked being bit like that.
He suddenly had a bad feeling about how the rest of the night would go for him.
A VERY bad feeling!
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Gambit's Bedroom, Second Floor of the Mansion, 11:00a.m, Remy's P.O.V
While I be the last person to bother a friend when it come to pleasing the ladies, those two were too loud last night. Remy thought as he pulled a shirt on so he could go get some breakfast.
He was pretty certain that that would be the opinion of just about every member of the household aside from Xander and Deathbird. While those to were making like rabbits, everyone else was doing their best to get a good night's sleep but, unfortunately, the bird lady's vocal judgments on Dragon Boy's skills hindered that idea. In the end he'd been forced to get some Kleenex and stuff it into his ears just to muffle the noise those two were making enough to fall asleep. He still felt a little tired and, if it weren't for the fact that he'd promised to help Stormy with some work in her greenhouse, he'd still be in bed until mid-afternoon. Opening the door to his room, he was about to step out and begin the trek to the kitchen when he heard footsteps heading his way. Never one to suppress his inner curiosity, he turned and saw a sight that had him wondering just what the HELL happened last night.
Walking down the hallway in his direction was none other than one Xander Harris himself but the interesting part was that the guy was limping a bit and had some light scars on his body.
Well, that and the fact that the man had only a purple piece of cloth wrapped around his waist to preserve his virtue and that cloth looked sorta like something Deathbird had worn once. This, of course, raised all sorts of questions about just what had gone on between the two and what sort of damage the bird lady did to the young man that would linger in someone that healed almost as fast as Logan. As Xander closed to the eight foot mark, he noticed the Cajun's questioning stare and grimaced for a moment before saying just one thing.
"Trust me, Gambit. You SO don't wanna know!"
With that said, the young man continued down the hallway, opened the door to his room, entered and then closed the door behind him. For a time he thought on what the golden-eyed boy had said, thought on what he'd seen and in the end he decided that there was only one thing he could do.
He went back into his room, closed the door, stripped off the shirt he'd just put on and got back into bed.
The reason?
He believed that either he hadn't gotten enough sleep the previous night and considered what he just saw to be a bad omen.
Considering the life he'd lived so far he knew better than to ignore the signs of a bad day in the making.