Chapter 3: Brief Recovery
Rated: R
Two Weeks Later.
Pietro was released from the hospital but was told sternly to take it easy for a couple of weeks. When Lance arrived at the hospital to pick him up, Pietro was already waiting for him. He was sitting upon the foot of the hospital bed staring up at him when he entered as he wondered why Lance was the only one to come pick him up. Bothered extremely by this he just continued to stare while Lance gazed back in confusion.
"Are you going to take me home or are you going to stand there 'til the world explodes?" Pietro asked finally.
Almost immediately, though completely slow to Pietro's eyes, Lance moved to pick up his small bag of his things they had brought to him while he was hurt. He went to help Pietro off the bed but his hands were shoved away instantly. Pietro looked towards him angrily before standing by himself, holding his stomach as he grimaced in pain. Very quickly, he managed to change his contorted face into a smile so as not to worry Lance into helping him.
Pietro made a small step forward but faltered and landed in Lance's open arms. He looked up sadly and helplessly into Lance's concerned brown eyes as Lance pulled him up to his feet. The wound had bled profusely for the entire time in the hospital and due to this lack of blood, Pietro was much weaker than usual. Since he couldn't stand he certainly couldn't run, especially at his usual speed. Lance had noticed this almost in the instant he'd seen Pietro fall.
Suddenly all Lance wanted to do was plant rosy kisses all over Pietro's body and rip off all of his clothing, well rather his pajamas. Yes, and rape his tender, helpless boy's body, Lance thought. Have his legs atop Lance's shoulders, his wrists trapped in Lance's strong grasp, his delicate head fallen back in pure ecstasy screaming at the top of his lungs, and plunged inside of him would be-, Lance's thoughts were cut off when he heard Pietro whimpering in his arms. Suddenly they were back in the hospital standing as Pietro looked at him confused.
"You're squeezing my arms, man, let go!" Pietro pulled out of Lance's hands propping himself up against the bed, "Hmpf, fucking idiot," he muttered.
"So, uh," he pulled at his shirt sweating and embarrassed at his thoughts a few moments before, "You can come home now?"
"No, the doctors were just messing with your head, so you can run along to preschool now, don't want to miss the ABC's!"
"Err, come on," he said as he pulled roughly on Pietro's arm.
"Ow, Lance, stop hurting me!" he yelled in Lance's face.
"Sorry," he loosened his grip while reaching down to grab Pietro's legs; once he had Pietro in his arms, he leant down and said, "Can you pick that up?" gesturing to his bag.
Lance walked out down the corridor of the hospital carrying an embarrassed Pietro in his arms. When they reached the jeep, Lance sat him in the passenger's side while throwing his bag in the back. He made sure Pietro was fully in before slamming the door.
Opening the door on the driver's side he noticed Pietro had curled his legs up on the seat and was leaning against the door with half open eyes. Pietro sighed heavily when Lance slammed his door shut. Before starting the ignition, he stared at Pietro who seemed to sensually purr as he breathed.
As they whizzed down the highway Lance reached into the glove compartment, startling Pietro who had been unusually resting peaceful, to get a cigarette. Lance cursed himself for ever bothering a beautiful sleeping Pietro. He merely gazed at Lance before turning his attention to a bug on the window.
Turning back to Lance he asked, "Can you hand me one?"
Lance puzzled over this for a second before answering, "No."
"Why not?"
Lance didn't want to tell him the real reason so as not to sound like he cared but gave a usual response, "You're too young."
Pietro sneered at him in the way that Lance felt horrible for denying him something. Lance glanced over at his pouting face and again the thoughts reeled of raping him. Pietro was shocked when he noticed Lance glaring at him with his eyes lustily on fire looking like he wanted to hurt him.
"W-what?" he strained to speak with the most scared look on his face. Then he shot a darting glance forward seeing they were about to crash into the car in front. "Lance! Watch out!" he yelled.
Lance swerved out of the way with bright red cheeks sweat pouring down his back. Pietro slid over as far away from Lance as possible while glaring at him both angrily and frightened of him. Great, Lance thought, now he'll really want you now.
After about five minutes of silence that seemed like an eternity Pietro decided to say something to Lance, "Uh," Lance glanced at him before turning back to the road, "when you came to," he stumbled over his words, "visit me, and you um," he paused smiling fearfully, "um yeah, what did they mean? Do you-? Are you-?"
"Do I, Am I. What are you talking about? I can't hear because you're talking too damn fast!" he answered angrily.
He frowned. "Never mind," he muttered.
Knowing he upset him, Lance answered, "The kisses? Uh," now Lance was stuttering, "I ah," suddenly he blurted out, "I want you!"
"Well isn't that nice," Pietro sneered sarcastically trying to shield his true emotions.
Lance didn't need to tell any more; he knew how Pietro felt, he knew Pietro wanted him too. He'd know Pietro far too long to just listen to his words. The tone in his voice and the look in his eyes were enough to satisfy Lance. For the rest of the car trip nether said a word, and Lance smiled the whole time.
When they were finally home, Lance carried Pietro up the staircase and into his bedroom. Setting him down on the bed he pulled the sheets over him to make sure he was warm. Pietro merely lay n the bed silently as Lance went out and came back with his bag plopping it onto the floor.
"Uh, you need anythin'?" he asked as the familiar thoughts stared rushing through his head. Seeing Pietro hurt like this had brought around lusty dreams that he had never thought before. Pietro cocked his head to the side so he could look at Lance head on.
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Toad and Freddy sat on the tattered, dusty, old couch in the living room of their run down house. Todd Tolensky continuously stared at Freddy as he finished eating his second jumbo-size tub of chicken breast. Toad gagged in reflex to the oozing saliva on Freddy's chin as pieces of chicken flew about the room.
"Jus' a lil' hungry, yo?" he snorted while taking a hit.
"Yeah, I'll probably only eat another couple of tubs." Fred answered with a smile on his face.
"Wonder what Lance and Pietro are doing up there," Toad slowed down as he finished speaking.
A 'nasty' image appeared in Toad's head at which he quickly took a hit to get rid of that thought. Turning to Freddy he watched as he continued his eating process but quickly hopped from his chair. Saying to Fred he had to go out he almost ran from the house while still taking hits from his joint.
School, is that where he was going? It was either that or have terrible mental images of Pietro and Lance. When he reached school it was already fifth period and he came to the conclusion: too late so there is no need to go. As he was about to leave, the bell that marked the end of class rang out loudly as kids rushed out of their classrooms. Suddenly he noticed the X-men coming his way and before he could get away they started a conversation.
"Hey, Toad vas it?" Kurt asked with a false smile. Toad merely sneered at him.
"Like, not that we, like, care and all but, like, uh-" Kitty stumbled.
"We want to know how the arrogant brat is doing, okay." Evan blurted angrily as it was evident that he really didn't care.
"Yo, why don't you ask him, the fuck, yourself? When it's fucking obvious that you don't care, yo." Toad answered contemptuously.
"We do care," Jean said in her usual soft, pretending to be nice and caring, semi-toned voice before stating bluntly, "We just want to know how he is."
"He's okay, yo. Now leave me the fuck alone!" he yelled as he hopped off still with his dwindling joint in hand.
As he went away Evan said something angrily about Pietro and Scott said, "Evan that's enough, we can't go around hating people just because of the past. Forget how mean he might have been, have compassion. Evan stared at his blankly but said nothing in reply. The X-men all ended up going back to class just as the tardy bell rang.
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Lance placed the cool glass under the tap and let the icy water pour into it swirling around with bubbles forming. Gently he turned the tap off just as the glass was filled to the top. He walked slowly back up the stairs towards Pietro's room, the thoughts burning up his mind. When he reached the door he paused trying to hear if Pietro was doing anything inside. It was silent. He walked in the door and looked at Pietro sitting on the end of the bed staring at the floor.
"So, you need anything else?" Lance asked as he handed Pietro a glass of water he had retrieved from the sink downstairs.
Pietro gazed at him with his eyes glittering looking as if he were about to speak but he simply shook his head and returned his gaze to the floor. A few seconds later he heard the door close softly and looked up into Lance's lusty face overhead. Lance bent down towards him as Pietro closed his eyes, giving into him.
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~Please Review~
This chapter took me an extremely long time to write (damn writer's block! Curse you!), usually it only takes me at the most three hours to write a chapter but this one took me roughly three days!
Oh, and I'm sorry for not mentioning this before, you probably figured this out already, but this story takes place near the beginning of season two when Evan was still an X-man (he's a Morlock now, duh).
Two Weeks Later.
Pietro was released from the hospital but was told sternly to take it easy for a couple of weeks. When Lance arrived at the hospital to pick him up, Pietro was already waiting for him. He was sitting upon the foot of the hospital bed staring up at him when he entered as he wondered why Lance was the only one to come pick him up. Bothered extremely by this he just continued to stare while Lance gazed back in confusion.
"Are you going to take me home or are you going to stand there 'til the world explodes?" Pietro asked finally.
Almost immediately, though completely slow to Pietro's eyes, Lance moved to pick up his small bag of his things they had brought to him while he was hurt. He went to help Pietro off the bed but his hands were shoved away instantly. Pietro looked towards him angrily before standing by himself, holding his stomach as he grimaced in pain. Very quickly, he managed to change his contorted face into a smile so as not to worry Lance into helping him.
Pietro made a small step forward but faltered and landed in Lance's open arms. He looked up sadly and helplessly into Lance's concerned brown eyes as Lance pulled him up to his feet. The wound had bled profusely for the entire time in the hospital and due to this lack of blood, Pietro was much weaker than usual. Since he couldn't stand he certainly couldn't run, especially at his usual speed. Lance had noticed this almost in the instant he'd seen Pietro fall.
Suddenly all Lance wanted to do was plant rosy kisses all over Pietro's body and rip off all of his clothing, well rather his pajamas. Yes, and rape his tender, helpless boy's body, Lance thought. Have his legs atop Lance's shoulders, his wrists trapped in Lance's strong grasp, his delicate head fallen back in pure ecstasy screaming at the top of his lungs, and plunged inside of him would be-, Lance's thoughts were cut off when he heard Pietro whimpering in his arms. Suddenly they were back in the hospital standing as Pietro looked at him confused.
"You're squeezing my arms, man, let go!" Pietro pulled out of Lance's hands propping himself up against the bed, "Hmpf, fucking idiot," he muttered.
"So, uh," he pulled at his shirt sweating and embarrassed at his thoughts a few moments before, "You can come home now?"
"No, the doctors were just messing with your head, so you can run along to preschool now, don't want to miss the ABC's!"
"Err, come on," he said as he pulled roughly on Pietro's arm.
"Ow, Lance, stop hurting me!" he yelled in Lance's face.
"Sorry," he loosened his grip while reaching down to grab Pietro's legs; once he had Pietro in his arms, he leant down and said, "Can you pick that up?" gesturing to his bag.
Lance walked out down the corridor of the hospital carrying an embarrassed Pietro in his arms. When they reached the jeep, Lance sat him in the passenger's side while throwing his bag in the back. He made sure Pietro was fully in before slamming the door.
Opening the door on the driver's side he noticed Pietro had curled his legs up on the seat and was leaning against the door with half open eyes. Pietro sighed heavily when Lance slammed his door shut. Before starting the ignition, he stared at Pietro who seemed to sensually purr as he breathed.
As they whizzed down the highway Lance reached into the glove compartment, startling Pietro who had been unusually resting peaceful, to get a cigarette. Lance cursed himself for ever bothering a beautiful sleeping Pietro. He merely gazed at Lance before turning his attention to a bug on the window.
Turning back to Lance he asked, "Can you hand me one?"
Lance puzzled over this for a second before answering, "No."
"Why not?"
Lance didn't want to tell him the real reason so as not to sound like he cared but gave a usual response, "You're too young."
Pietro sneered at him in the way that Lance felt horrible for denying him something. Lance glanced over at his pouting face and again the thoughts reeled of raping him. Pietro was shocked when he noticed Lance glaring at him with his eyes lustily on fire looking like he wanted to hurt him.
"W-what?" he strained to speak with the most scared look on his face. Then he shot a darting glance forward seeing they were about to crash into the car in front. "Lance! Watch out!" he yelled.
Lance swerved out of the way with bright red cheeks sweat pouring down his back. Pietro slid over as far away from Lance as possible while glaring at him both angrily and frightened of him. Great, Lance thought, now he'll really want you now.
After about five minutes of silence that seemed like an eternity Pietro decided to say something to Lance, "Uh," Lance glanced at him before turning back to the road, "when you came to," he stumbled over his words, "visit me, and you um," he paused smiling fearfully, "um yeah, what did they mean? Do you-? Are you-?"
"Do I, Am I. What are you talking about? I can't hear because you're talking too damn fast!" he answered angrily.
He frowned. "Never mind," he muttered.
Knowing he upset him, Lance answered, "The kisses? Uh," now Lance was stuttering, "I ah," suddenly he blurted out, "I want you!"
"Well isn't that nice," Pietro sneered sarcastically trying to shield his true emotions.
Lance didn't need to tell any more; he knew how Pietro felt, he knew Pietro wanted him too. He'd know Pietro far too long to just listen to his words. The tone in his voice and the look in his eyes were enough to satisfy Lance. For the rest of the car trip nether said a word, and Lance smiled the whole time.
When they were finally home, Lance carried Pietro up the staircase and into his bedroom. Setting him down on the bed he pulled the sheets over him to make sure he was warm. Pietro merely lay n the bed silently as Lance went out and came back with his bag plopping it onto the floor.
"Uh, you need anythin'?" he asked as the familiar thoughts stared rushing through his head. Seeing Pietro hurt like this had brought around lusty dreams that he had never thought before. Pietro cocked his head to the side so he could look at Lance head on.
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Toad and Freddy sat on the tattered, dusty, old couch in the living room of their run down house. Todd Tolensky continuously stared at Freddy as he finished eating his second jumbo-size tub of chicken breast. Toad gagged in reflex to the oozing saliva on Freddy's chin as pieces of chicken flew about the room.
"Jus' a lil' hungry, yo?" he snorted while taking a hit.
"Yeah, I'll probably only eat another couple of tubs." Fred answered with a smile on his face.
"Wonder what Lance and Pietro are doing up there," Toad slowed down as he finished speaking.
A 'nasty' image appeared in Toad's head at which he quickly took a hit to get rid of that thought. Turning to Freddy he watched as he continued his eating process but quickly hopped from his chair. Saying to Fred he had to go out he almost ran from the house while still taking hits from his joint.
School, is that where he was going? It was either that or have terrible mental images of Pietro and Lance. When he reached school it was already fifth period and he came to the conclusion: too late so there is no need to go. As he was about to leave, the bell that marked the end of class rang out loudly as kids rushed out of their classrooms. Suddenly he noticed the X-men coming his way and before he could get away they started a conversation.
"Hey, Toad vas it?" Kurt asked with a false smile. Toad merely sneered at him.
"Like, not that we, like, care and all but, like, uh-" Kitty stumbled.
"We want to know how the arrogant brat is doing, okay." Evan blurted angrily as it was evident that he really didn't care.
"Yo, why don't you ask him, the fuck, yourself? When it's fucking obvious that you don't care, yo." Toad answered contemptuously.
"We do care," Jean said in her usual soft, pretending to be nice and caring, semi-toned voice before stating bluntly, "We just want to know how he is."
"He's okay, yo. Now leave me the fuck alone!" he yelled as he hopped off still with his dwindling joint in hand.
As he went away Evan said something angrily about Pietro and Scott said, "Evan that's enough, we can't go around hating people just because of the past. Forget how mean he might have been, have compassion. Evan stared at his blankly but said nothing in reply. The X-men all ended up going back to class just as the tardy bell rang.
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Lance placed the cool glass under the tap and let the icy water pour into it swirling around with bubbles forming. Gently he turned the tap off just as the glass was filled to the top. He walked slowly back up the stairs towards Pietro's room, the thoughts burning up his mind. When he reached the door he paused trying to hear if Pietro was doing anything inside. It was silent. He walked in the door and looked at Pietro sitting on the end of the bed staring at the floor.
"So, you need anything else?" Lance asked as he handed Pietro a glass of water he had retrieved from the sink downstairs.
Pietro gazed at him with his eyes glittering looking as if he were about to speak but he simply shook his head and returned his gaze to the floor. A few seconds later he heard the door close softly and looked up into Lance's lusty face overhead. Lance bent down towards him as Pietro closed his eyes, giving into him.
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~Please Review~
This chapter took me an extremely long time to write (damn writer's block! Curse you!), usually it only takes me at the most three hours to write a chapter but this one took me roughly three days!
Oh, and I'm sorry for not mentioning this before, you probably figured this out already, but this story takes place near the beginning of season two when Evan was still an X-man (he's a Morlock now, duh).