Without Masks
X-men: Evolution fanfic, sequel to "Triangle," and Lover100 fanfic challenge
Disclaimer – Rosaline, Madison, Adryen, and all other original characters are mine. The world of X-men, and its characters, belong to Marvel Comics though. I'm just borrowing the place to give them somewhere to live :)
Notes – This is a couple of things. 1) my contribution to the Lover100 fanfic challenge over on Livejournal. Of course, I picked Rosaline/Madison as my pairing. 2) A sort-of sequel to "Triangle." All the prompts for the challenge are different, and as such, this will be a very…abstract story, time-wise. It's really going to be a bunch of short stories strung together. There's no real chronological order, but all stories will take place during Rosaline and Madison's time away from Bayville, or during the future events I listed in the Extras. I think that pretty much covers it. Enjoy!
Kinky
About three weeks after they met Adryen, Rosaline and Madison found themselves over at his apartment again. They had been having dinner and planned to watch a few low-budget sci-fi films afterward, which the blue-haired man had an uncharacteristic love for.
However, before they could start, the small home was filled with sound of angry pounding on the door.
Adryen got up to answer it, peeking out with the security chain on. Waiting on the couch, the young women heard their friend curse in Spanish.
"Be right back, loves," he called to them as he stepped outside. "Just need to get rid of a pest."
He vanished through the door then, shutting it securely behind him. Five minutes passed, then ten.
"Do you think he's okay?" Rosie wondered.
"Probably. He told us he's a bit of a heartbreaker. I bet it's an old boyfriend or something."
The curvaceous blonde nodded, but showed her continuing worry as she twisted the fabric of her skirt between her fingers. ".....Well, if he's gone for another ten minutes, I think we should check on him."
Madison sighed. "Okay."
"Good." She stood up, smiling. "I'm gonna go explore while we wait."
"What? Why?"
"Because we can never get him to tell us anything about his past or his family, and I want to know if there's a reason."
She smirked. "Getting caught every time you snuck out of Xavier's school taught you nothing, did it?"
"Nope," she grinned back, leaning over to give her a quick kiss before she headed toward the bedroom and bathroom.
The bathroom showed her nothing unexpected – a towel rack with one hot pink towel on it next to the single-stall shower, a matching hand towel near the sink, three shelves above the toilet that were brimming with make up and other 'beauty' supplies, a very large mirror over the sink and an even bigger one on the wall opposite. It was so tiny that most of the wall space was taken up by the mirrors and the shelves, so there were no other decorations, and everything in there told her things that they already knew about their strange friend.
She frowned and turned away, ignoring the pang of guilt she felt as she stepped into his bedroom.
The space was dark and messy, filled with random articles of clothing – both masculine and feminine – that had found their way out of the closet and onto the furniture. Since they had started visiting him more frequently, he had gotten better about cleaning up the living room, but his messy habits still prevailed in a place so private. He had one set of drawers set up near the open closet, right across from his bed. The walls were covered with brightly painted harlequin masks and posters of popular music 'divas,' but there were still no photographs anywhere.
Rosie was about to go back to the living room, defeated, when she caught a glimmer of something on Adryen's bedpost. Stepping forward, she realized the setting sun was peeking through a crack in the window shade and bouncing off of a pair of silvery handcuffs that hung there. She stared, wondering innocently why he would have those, and then noticed another object hanging off of the post opposite it. Looking closer, she discovered that it was a wicked-looking whip with nine 'tails.'
Still not quite putting two and two together, she retreated, plopping back down on the couch with a confused look on her face.
"So, is he really an alien or something?"
She shook her head. "Um, no, I didn't find anything like that."
Madison quirked an eyebrow at her. "Looks like you found something else."
"Well, um, yes."
"What?"
"He has handcuffs and a weird whip on his bed," she whispered. "Why would he have those in the first place, and why would he keep them there?"
She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. "Wow, that's more about him than I ever wanted to know."
"What? Why? What does that mean?"
The scarred woman leaned over and kissed her. "I love you, and you're adorable."
Rosaline half-frowned, half-pouted back at her. "You're making me feel dumb."
"I don't mean to, honey. You're just more.....sexually innocent than a lot of people, and I forget that sometimes. Sorry."
A blush rose to the short mutant's cheeks. "Oh.....so those are.....?"
"Yeah."
Her entire face now red, she nodded slowly. "I am so not telling him I saw that, ever."
Madison reached over to put her arm around her girlfriend and pull her closer. "Probably a good idea."
A few moments passed, then Rosie asked, "Wait, how do you know about that kind of stuff?"
She turned to respond, but was interrupted as Adryen finally came back inside. They both shut up, pretending that nothing at all had been discovered.
