Author Note
I openly admit that at least the start of this story is somewhat based on an adult game called Rogue-like and I do not have permission to use it even though I did try to ask. If you have played that game, then you know what I mean. If you haven't, it won't be hard to guess what will happen. Anyway, I like the game, and I keep meaning to do a story with a Mutant Gothic character, so here it is. I'll add elements from different versions of Marvel that interest me.
Beta Read by James Pratt.
Mutant Gothic
Part 1
Office. Xavier's School for the Gifted.
I'd had what could be considered by many as a busy day. I'd woken up on a park bench in New York City, and that had given me some mixed feelings, mostly confusion since while it had meant that I was far from home. I actually didn't mind ending up in New York because of it being one of those places I'd always wanted to visit. How I'd gotten there was a total mystery, as was how I'd suddenly become years younger overnight as well as in better shape. If all of that wasn't strange enough, I'd found myself dressed in new casual clothing with a wallet full of American money, a wallet that kept refilling itself for some unknown reason.
Not that I'd known all this at first, and I wouldn't have if I'd not left Central Park to find something to eat and try and think about what had happened to me. Of course, I'd brought a Hot Dog because what else does a guy lost in New York buy when he wants fast food?
The full realisation of what must have happened to me didn't hit me until I noticed the wallet refill itself. I'd shouted out in joy that I'd been ROB'd in the middle of the side walk. As in I'd been sent off somewhere in the multiverse at the whim of Random Omnipotent Being. So far the ROB had not appeared to explain anything, not unless he'd been that old lady walking her dog who'd assured me that I'd not been mugged as my wallet was in my hand.
What happened next involved a version of the X-Men showing up a few minutes after a giant robot landed in the middle of the street and started chasing me. That giant robot that had wanted to drag me off somewhere for the crime of having a specific gene or so it said. I'd been saved by the X-Men, and while that had been very exciting/terrifying, it had also been a rather intense experience for some one who had only been in this universe for less than an hour. I still hadn't fully processed what was had happening to me to me as they loaded me onto their jet, strapped me in and launched into the sky.
It didn't help that for the rest of the day I'd gotten poked and prodded by Jean Grey and Beast, who was I had to admit a rather intimidating in person even with his gentle bedside manner. I hadn't understood half of what he'd been saying about me.
The tests had all lead to me finding out that I was a mutant with an ability that arguably made me one of the most powerful mutants around and, at the same time one of the weakest. Mutant powers would never work on me directly. This meant that Professor X couldn't read my mind and Jean Grey could not move me with her telekinetic abilities. At least not directly. She could still move the chair I was sitting on or throw stuff at me though, which we found out when she started throwing cushions as part of a way of testing my powers.
This meant that many mutants would be powerless against me, but I was helpless against any indirect uses of mutant powers and everything else a normal human had to worry about, like getting shot. So while Xavier couldn't use his powers to affect my mind, he could still summon help if I ever attacked him. Not that I intended to.
Also, I could nullify a mutant's powers on contact. Meaning that any mutant dependant on their powers to defend themselves would be helpless as long as I could stay in physical contact with them. So I figured that if I did learn to fight, I should focus on wrestling moves or maybe Aikido. I could see I would need to give some serious thought about it in the future, and it wouldn't be a bad idea for me to start carrying on my person some sort of weapon. Nothing too dangerous, but I could see I would need something to defend myself with when the inevitable bad guys showed up and shut off my powers somehow.
This had all lead to me ending up here in Xavier's office, in his school, which he was inviting me to join. He was offering me a college-level education, protection, food, and my own room. As if I'd say no to that even without the threat of giant flying robots wanting to carry me off somewhere. For now, I had nowhere else to go, and I could use my time here to try and get a handle on my powers, and to figure out what I wanted to do in this borderline insane universe.
"For now, feel free to look around and get a feel of the school." said the man who did look a lot like Patrick Steward, only younger than I'd ever seen him. "This isn't a decision that should be rushed into after all. I've had a room prepared for you, someone will be along shortly to show you around the school and the facilities."
Since I'd not long arrived here, I could only assume that Professor X, as he was affectionately known to his students, both younger and the older group, had made arrangements with his telepathy. That would also explain how one of his students knew to arrive exactly when I needed someone to show me around.
"You called for me, Professor?" Rogue asked casually, her eyes flickering over to me for the briefest of seconds before she looks back at Xavier. "Do you need ma help?"
As she spoke, I looked her over. She definitely looked like the X-Men Evolution version, with short auburn hair with a few white streaks in the front, pale skin covered by some make-up and a spiked collar for some reason. Not sure what sort of fashion statement she was supposed to be making, but to me, she looked damn hot. Which was somewhat of a problem as I was not a teenage boy mentally only physically. I really shouldn't be attracted to her, but I also wanted her to get down on her knees and suck me off.
This was made worse because her somewhat see-through green top revealed the black halter-top beneath it, which revealed a nice amount of cleavage, just not enough to be indecent. Still, she clearly doesn't mind showing off what she has, same with the short black skirt showing that her long legs were covered in dark leggings. Despite her outfit, very little skin was exposed, a precaution to stop her from accidentally draining people. She's even wearing gloves. Alas, no man got to touch what she had to offer. What cruel, cruel irony.
"Yes, I did Rogue. This is Zero he'll be staying here for tonight at least, and possibly be joining us as a student." The mind reader guy replied. "I'd like you to give him the tour and answer any questions he may have about the school."
At least I'd get to admire the view. It wouldn't be too bad if I just looked. I didn't know how long I'd be able to resist the temptation to touch up some mutant girl, but I could hold out for a while.
As for the name, well, it made sense since mutants tended to take new names once there powers activated. Not all of them did, but it was a tradition for people who found they had mutant powers. I was Zero because mutant powers have zero effect on me. That name had been decided for me during the testing.
"Yeah, sure," she replied "Is that all you need?"
She seemed nervous for some reason. This was odd because I should be the nervous one here. New kid and all that.
"It is, thank you," the teacher said before turning to address me. "For now, Zero, please make yourself at home, if you have any questions feel free to ask either me, one of the other teachers or the students themselves. They are quite willing to help."
Getting some sleep before I decided what to next would be a good idea I thought. It felt like I had been running non-stop since I had woken up in central park despite having spent most of time sitting. And it was only now really hitting me that what had happened to me. I needed some peace and quite so that I could sit down and try to sort myself out.
"I will, thank you." I said, figuring that I might as well be polite.
Since I wasn't supposed to know everyone here, I decided to act that way.
"So, Rouge was it?" I pretended to ask. "Please lead the way."
And that wasn't just so I could check out her ass.
"It's Rogue" she corrected.
Of course I knew that. I knew her name, and all about her mutant powers.
"Come on, let's go," she said as she turned and walked out of the office.
We travelled only a few meters from the office before I found out why she seemed to be so nervous around me. Looking around fidgeting a bit as she seemed to be trying to work up her courage for something, though I had a good idea what this was about.
"So, is what I heard about you true?" she finally asked.
Given her powers and the nature of my powers, I doubted that Xavier had called Rogue to his office by chance. I could not be directly affected by mutant powers, and I cancelled them on touch, so Rogue should be able to make physical contact with me without endangering my health. Something she had to be thinking about intently given how much she biting her lower lip in a way that it is both very adorable and a bit sexy.
"Can you really cancel out other Mutants powers?" she asked, with a look of profound hope and longing on her face. "I mean stop them from working?"
There was no sense lying to her about it.
"According to the people who've been poking and prodding me all day" I replied "Mutant powers can not affect me directly, but I don't know if I can turn them off when the mutant isn't trying to use them on me. That will be one of the things the teachers will try to help me with."
Mutant powers might not always grow in strength over time, I simply didn't know. Still, like anything else, they benefited from some training. Maybe I would learn to switch powers off from a distance. That could be quite the shock to some of the villains in this universe.
"Did they tell you about my power?" she asked after another long moment.
"No, they didn't." I answered truthfully.
I had heard Jean Gray or Grey. However, it was spelt, mention Rogue, but without any context. She couldn't have known that I already knew all about Rogue.
"You see I drain the people I touch. Everyone I touch... I almost killed my first boyfriend with a kiss, and I haven't really touched anyone ever since," the mutant girl told me. "Ca... Can I touch you? Just a little bit, just to see if your power works on me?"
I could so leverage this into becoming her boyfriend who wouldn't have to treat her that well since I was literally her only choice for any real physical intimacy. But if nothing else it would be wise to take a little time to adjust to my new life first. Most of the shock had worn off while I was still in the lab, but I should at least decide if I was staying or not before trying to score with a teenage girl. Of course, it would be rather cruel of me not to let her have that intimacy despite our age difference.
"Sugah I promise, if you feel anything, I'll stop right away" she assured me "I just want to know if you can stop my power from hurting you."
I figured that, at worst, she'd knock me out for a few hours. Frankly, I could do with the rest.
"Sure, I need to try out my power," I said.
I really liked the sound of 'my power'.
"But if I pass out you'll have to drag me to my room," I warned with a smirk.
She seemed willing to take the risk.
"How do you want to do this?" I asked.
I'd heard the expression 'seeing her face light up, but I'd never seen any woman brighten up like as she did.
"Just stay still for a moment, let me know if you feel anything weird," she instructed.
Taking one of her gloves off, she let the very tips of her fingers brush my cheek, which was smooth for a change as I had no facial hair there for a change. When nothing happened, she ended up just placing her hand on my cheek and leaving in there for a minute. Once she removed her hand, she inspected the spot she'd touched as if she was expecting it to have changed somehow. Then after pulling her other glove off, she placed both her hands on my cheeks, caressing them gently as if she was scared I might break.
"Is that enough?" I asked.
This was starting to feel strange, and not in a life-sucking way.
"I'd forgotten how it feels," she admitted with a whisper.
Soon we got back on with the business at hand, pardon the pun, which involved me getting a campus tour. I was not thrilled about the shared showers, but at least I had my own room, with a toilet and sink in a side room. Aside from that, there was a group living area, a nice kitchen, a cafeteria, classrooms and so on, even a fantastic looking game room. The Danger Room interested me the most as this world was a hostile place for a mutant. My powers were useless against non-mutants, so I would need some heavy duty training to learn how to defend myself.
"This is your room," said Rogue at the end of the tour, "I'm just down the hall with Kitty."
I had no idea if she wanted to ask me something or if she wanted me to ask her something, and by this point I was too tired to care. I went into my new room so that I could get some sleep. It had been a long day.
Hallway. Xavier's School for the Gifted.
I'd been out like a light as soon as my head hit the pillow, and I'd slept straight through the night. The next morning I woke up with the sun streaming in through the window, since I'd forgotten to close the curtains. Awakened due to the sun, I rolled out of bed and got back into my clothes. After getting dressed, I headed out in the hopes of finding food or at least some coffee, since I'd woken up at the crack of dawn I found that the cafeteria wouldn't be open for a couple more hours. I ended up wandering around for a while until I found the kitchen and someone already in it. I had no idea which of my fellow freaks he was, but given that he was eating ice cream for breakfast, I figured he might be the ice guy.
"Hi I'm Bobby Drake," he said, looking up from his bowl of ice cream as I walked over to him. "Some people with no imagination called me Iceman."
Well, that greatly helped in narrowing it down.
"So you either you have ice-based powers or you're a big Eugene O'Neill fan." I said.
He gave me a confused look.
"Eugene O'Neill he wrote a play called The Iceman Cometh," I explained.
I had some very odd and nearly always useless information stored in my head. That's how I knew this guy was Rogue's boyfriend in the X-Men movies, but I was getting a gay vibe from this version, not that it bothered me. It just came as a surprise since I'd not been expecting it from him. I could be wrong, but I'd had gay friends in the past, and there are certain signals they give off. Something in the body language.
At this point, I decided that it might be polite to introduce myself using my real name.
"It's Zero right?" Drake then asked. "Your mutant name I mean."
Yes, I had a freaky new name, but so much of my life had turned strange in the last 24hrs that I'd forgotten about it.
"Sure. That seems to be the new name I was given, we'll see If it sticks," I said before deciding to change the subject. "So ice cream for breakfast?".
"I like cold food," he said.
Well, that made sense, and I figured that since I now had my teenage metabolism back that I might as well take advantage of it, so I joined Bobby for some ice cream for breakfast.
"From what I hear you can cancel out mutant powers," Iceman mentioned as I began tucking into my own bowl of ice cream. "It's more like mutant powers don't work if they are used on me directly and if I touch a mutant their powers don't work while I'm touching them. But I don't know how that would work with your ice powers."
Bobby reached out and touched my arm.
"Feel colder?" he asked.
I did not, and we began to experiment, he could freeze a glass of water that I was touching on the outside, but if I placed my finger inside the glass, the water would only freeze around the finger with ice never making contact with my skin.
"So I guess you can throw ice at me and surround me with it to trap me, but you can't just turn me into a popsicle" I summarised.
My powers were strange, looking at the oddly frozen glass of water with a frown. I and was thinking there was a lot more to them than there seemed. Shaking my head a little, I had a lot to figure out about my it looked as if I'd met someone willing to help me test them out.
Hallway. Xavier's School for the Gifted.
Three bowls of ice cream and a few odd experiments later. Bobby was kind enough to show me the way to class, not that I had to go any since I wasn't actually a student here yet. Still, it seemed wise to see all the school had to offer before deciding to stay or not to, and that meant finding out what kind of education this place could supply me with.
"So what kind of classes do guys have here?" I asked.
Drake showed me his timetable as we talked. Soon I learned about the subjects, lengths of the lessons, and how they were spaced out made sense given the college level of education provided here. I had no idea how topics were chosen. Still, I felt confident that if I asked some arrangements could be made to put me in classes that interested me. The courses even mattered as they might help me to get specific jobs in the future.
One of the bizarre things about my magic wallet was that it contained a valid driver's licence, and I somehow knew how to drive, as well as some sort of citizenship card. I had an entire history in this world, although it wasn't much of one. Apparently, I was an orphan. According to my medical records, I had those too. I'd been bounced around from one dumping ground for unwanted children to another for most of my life. Perfect background story for a traveller from another universe. No real friends and just enough background for people to look into, so as to not look strange.
"Ethics that sounds dull," I said as I looked over Drakes timetable.
Bobby didn't agree.
"The Professor teaches that class himself, he's brilliant" Drake said as we walked towards the class room.
Bobby had just finished warning me about this universes version of the mutant Pyro, who was an emo, self-harming type who stayed in his room and played a lot of loud heavy metal music when I realised that everyone was quite a bit older than I'd been expecting.
"There aren't any little kids here?" I asked.
Bobby looked at me as if I was being odd.
"This is a college campus," he said.
Well, I knew that already.
"Professor X would never train kids to be X-Men" Bobby insisted "Not that we have to become X-Men."
That did make sense. Only evil people made use of child soldiers.
"Yes, but what happens to mutants who get their powers before they can go to college?" I asked.
Now Bobby seemed to understand my confusion.
"Most mutants don't get their powers until they're around our age. And if they do get them earlier then there's another school for them," he told me as he checked his watch. "Come on we'll be late.
On the way to class, I got hit by a girl sized projectile, mostly in pink. She ran right into me and got knocked on her cute little butt.
"Kitty, you okay?" asked Bobby as he bent down to help her back up.
My mind raced as I tried to remember what I could about this girl.
"I hit you!" she yelled.
Getting some odd looks from the other kids as they were walking past us in the hall. Yes, that was what had just happened. At least her short term memory hadn't been damaged I thought with smile.
"You need to look where you're going." I advised.
She looked offended and then realisation was written on her face.
"Oh you're the new kid," she said.
I resented her use of the word kid as she was like four foot nothing yet I repressed my anger.
"New I am," I confirmed with a smile "And it's really lucky that my power nullified yours before you began phasing through me or we'd have ended up fused together as one person, or maybe exploding into chunky people soup."
That got me some odd looks from the people walking by.
"So you're the weird new kid, good to know," she said in a not mean way with a big smile. "See you later weirdo."
I checked out her cute little ass as she carried on running down the corridor and through several other people who barely even seemed to pay attention to someone running through them.
"Nice girl." I commented with a grin,
Bobby saw me checking out her ass.
"Sure, if you like that sort of thing," he said "She's a little on the shrimpy side, for my tastes."
With that, we both headed off to class.
Classroom. Xavier's School for the Gifted.
The classroom, or lecture hall as it was called, seemed typical for a college classroom that you might see on TV. The layout had the students sitting at desks which were on levels higher up the further back you go auditorium style to give everyone a clear view of the teacher. I'd been to college during my old life, but they'd not had lecture halls as fancy as these, I noted as I moved to my seat.
Not that I paid much attention to the lesson or the place it was held in once I'd found out that the teacher was Emma Frost. I was pretty certain that she was both telepathic and a bad guy. While the telepathic part didn't really matter to me, the villain part did. Usually there would be no chance of someone who'd been part of a terrorist organisation being allowed to teach at any sort of school, but this could be a Snape situation in that Frost used to be evil and now is apparently good.
That would make Xavier the Dumbledore in this situation and that made sense when you considered his position and overly trusting nature, and I was reasonably sure he'd purposely called Rogue to his office yesterday so we'd meet knowing that she'd be drawn to a guy who could make physical contact with her. Perhaps he really believed that it would make us both happy if we were together. Still, the more cynical part of me suspected that the Professor wanted me to stick around and was willing to use Rogue as an incentive.
I could certainly see a use for me in the X-Men group. Suppose I could learn to turn off mutant powers at a distance. In that case, I could switch off the abilities of mutants who made trouble or perhaps any meta-human. All the other X-Men would have to do was pin a bad mutant down long enough for me to do whatever it was I might be able to do to switch off their powers and that would be the end of the fight. That was the kind of long term plan that involved manipulating a few people. Still, Xavier was one of those kinds of people who were convinced that their way of thinking and doing things was correct. If he believed it was the right thing to do to make me an X-Men despite my own desires, he'd find a way to make it happen, even if he couldn't affect me directly with his powers.
My musing came to an end as I noticed that everyone was getting up to leave, class being over. When I got up to leave to follow everyone else, Miss Frost asked me to stay behind.
It turned out that she didn't want to speak with me because I wasn't paying attention in her class, but rather because of something she'd failed to do, and that was to get a read of me, which meant she'd not been able to enter my mind during class and simply find out what she wanted.
"Do you telepaths normally invade people's private thoughts without their permission?" I asked.
While I seemed to be immune to this type of intrusion. I'd be very upset if she'd managed it.
"Most people's thoughts aren't worth reading. And teenage boys thoughts aren't exactly difficult for most women to figure out" she replied "You don't need to be a mind reader to know what most of the boys in this class are thinking about when they look at me."
She leaned back arching her spine a little on her desk, forcing her cleavage forward with a small smile as she caught me staring.
"But you looked at me differently" she then added.
She was basically a female version of Snape as far as I was concerned, and I knew that she must have done some real shady things while playing for the other side. Not that I was judging her past actions too much, I was more concerned for the future, and how she might be here trying to recruit for Magneto, and how he might not take no for an answer if he made me an offer through his spy. Assuming that she wasn't a spy for Xavier or both. Or working on her own plans I could see her working for both sides, to get what she wanted from what I understood of her personality.
"I was hoping that we'd be able to spend some time together." Frost was now saying. "Since I can't simply figure you out I'd like to do so the old fashioned way. As an experiment of sorts, and maybe I can help you out at the same time."
By that, I assumed she meant talking to me rather than violating my mind.
"I don't want to be a lab rat," I said.
It suddenly became clear to me just how much cleavage this woman had, and it was a lot.
"There must be some way I can make it worth your while," she said.
Okay, this made no sense. There had to be some sort of ulterior motive behind this, and perhaps I should go along with this just to find out more about what was going on around here.
"Alright, I guess I can make some time for you" I offered.
And just like that, as if she hadn't just been flirting with me, she was back to business, though that small smile she kept on her face could mean almost anything.
Maybe one day I'd see those big tits of hers, I mused as I walked down the packed corridor. They looked huge from where I'd been standing.
Bedroom. Xavier's School for the Gifted.
"Something I can help you with?" I asked with a frown.
Rogue had just barged into my room without so much a single knock, and I would have gotten mad about it if not for the fact that she looked a little ill. Or maybe like someone who needed a fix or at least a strong cup of coffee, I'd seen this look before, and it made me a little worried about what I may have done to her.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"So... ever since I touched you, I-I've had an aching need for more," she told me.
Wait, was she craving for some touch like it was some sort of narcotic. She couldn't be this desperate just to make skin to skin to skin contact.
"I need this, it's all I've been able to think about," she admitted.
A wicked part of me quickly recognised that I could get a lot from Rogue if I played my cards right here, but I felt terrible thinking that way. At times having a conscience can really suck the fun out of life.
"Why don't go you see that Beast guy maybe he can figure out if this is something to do with my powers," I suggested. "Perhaps making contact with someone without draining anything has affected you some how."
She assured me that she'd already gone to talk to Beast, but I wasn't sure I believed that.
"What if I make it worth your while?" she offered, "What if I let you touch me back? Wherever you want?"
I simply couldn't resist the offer. I blame it on my new teenage hormones and Emma Frost. My desire for female flesh was simply too strong.
"Okay" I said while patting the part of my bed next to me.
Let's just see where this goes I thought.
While it's usually the guy trying to stick his hand up a girl's top at a time like this, that was Rogue's opening move. She gently placed a hand on my chest after going up into my shirt, and she soon started running it across my chest. This seemed to be an intensely erotic experience for her.
"Just... start touching when you want to." she invited.
Before long, we were snogging and grabbing at each other like a couple of horny teenagers because that was what we actually were. At least physically and this was very much consensual. If anything, she was the more aggressive one. Actually going as far as to pull my shirt up so that she could plant kisses on my bare chest.
Not to be outdone by some novice, I began moving my hands behind Rogue so that I could undo her bra. Getting the damn thing off took some work. I had to stop the kissing for a few moments, an act that resulted in her giving me a sad pout, but she smiled again when I ended up simply staring at her now bare chest.
"Like what you see, Sugah?" she asked.
Her accent seemed to have gotten stronger all of a sudden.
"Oh yeah" I said.
At this point, I pretty much attacked her breasts, sucking her nipples, pinching them, kneading the flesh with my hands when they weren't wrapped around her hips. I went at them for a while, with Rogue holding on to me so tightly that you'd she was afraid that I might try to run away. Just when I'd been thinking about coming up for air, Rogue shuddered and called out as if cumming. From the look on her face as she was panting that looked as if what had just happened.
"Did you just get off from me messing with your boobs?" I asked.
There had to be something mutant related going on here. Perhaps I should talk to one of the teacher's about my powers and how they might affect other mutants in the long term.
"Yeah I did and it was good," she told me.
She then reached down to touch my erection.
"Listen, I promised to make this worth your while right?" she said.
As I sat on the bed, she got down on her knees and took my cock out, taking a moment to praise me on my size before she started giving me a hand job. She wasn't that good at it, but she kept giving me a sexy look when I wasn't busy staring at her tits.
"Why don't you shoot all over them, sugar?" she suggested
I didn't do that right away, and when I did, there was quite a lot of cum now decorating her rather impressive funbags.
"Damn should have gotten some tissues." she complained.
She then shrugged and put her bra in her jacket pocket as best she could before covering up her sticky tits with her top.
"I'll go take a shower, and do some laundry," she let me know "Thanks darlin I'll be back later for some more fun."
While a woman in my place might have felt used given that she'd quickly left after using me for some fun, I didn't mind as it meant I could go back to my book.
Danger Room. Xavier's School for the Gifted.
While hitting the floor, I could only sigh as once again Kitty knocked me on my ass. It had rapidly become clear to me that I had a long way to go before I could consider myself the equal of even the next newest student. It really wasn't fair as most of them had powers that could be used offensively even if they couldn't use them against me in a direct way.
When it came to Kitty, I could stop her from Phasing through me, but that didn't matter that much, nor did the fact that she looked small enough to fit in the cupboard under the stairs. But could still knock me on my ass with one good kick if she really put some effort into it. Not that shocking when you remembered that Wolverine is her PE teacher. His training would have been very harsh and clearly it had been effective.
What also didn't help was that Kitty only wore a tank top and a pair of yoga shorts as in this outfit, she showed off a lot of skin. I couldn't seem to stop getting distracted by imagining how her skin felt or by not so subtly trying to look down her top. Thankfully she didn't call me out on that. I suspected that she'd known all along what sort of effect her outfit would have on me and had planned to use it to her advantage.
"So how's it feel to get beaten up by a girl?" Kitty teased with a big smirk.
I slowly stood up.
"Did I do something to piss you off in past life?" I asked.
I must have as she tried to kick me again, only this time I grabbed her foot, and using my one real advantage, that being my much greater upper body strength, I knocked her to the ground as she lost her balance when I pushed her foot away from me. She got back up and tackled me, pushing me down by unbalancing me with her scarily strong legs. Not that I would complain about a hot girl mounting me. Although that did result in me not wanting to get up again as the erection would be noticeable by all.
"You better be good to Rogue," Kitty warned.
Oh, so that was what all this about. Made sense if they were best friends.
"I'm not even dating her" I protested "I don't even know if I want to date her. I might not even stay here."
Kitty wiggled a little, totally on purpose.
"I don't think she'll have any problems getting you to stay" said the mutant girl "Boys are so easy."
Was it my imagination or was Kitty enjoying this contact a little too much? Was she going to end up like Rogue, or had that been a special case due to how her powers worked, I thought to myself, trying to figure out what was going on.
"I'll get off you and you can take a breather. Until you calm down," the mutant girl said.
That was very considerate of her, I thought as she walked away to get some water.