"Surgery"
By: Holly Rose E
Rating: UPPED! PAY ATTENTION! It is now an 'R' for sexual (yaoi) content.
Author's Note: Dear god... I – I don't know what to say about this chapter. Only that, if you're squeamish about sex, I'm sorry.
*****
Chapter Nine: Everything
There is no pressure for the hemorrhaging
There is no healing me
So what if I'm walking now?
I still burn every time that I breathe
~Tapping the Vein
*****
"The Boarding House!" Scott cried, glancing back and forth between a determined looking Dainton and the decrepit house where the slime-balls of the planet resided.
"Yeah, so?"
Scott frowned, thinking his words over carefully. "You see, the Brotherhood... they're the enemy."
"I thought humans were." Gabriel said, raising an eyebrow casually.
"No! No, of course not – we're working to let them understand we mean no harm. But the 'Hood, they... they're doing the opposite. They don't have any respect for what we're trying to accomplish."
Dainton rolled his eyes, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Have you ever asked for their point of view?"
Scott's face hardened, and he was glaring underneath his glasses. "There's no need to. They've proven – or, at least, tried to prove – their point numerous times before."
"Talk to them and find out."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes, damn it!"
"No!" Scott muttered, leaning down in his seat once more, crossing his arms and jutting out his lower lip. He looked like a child who had not gotten his way. Cute in a disgustingly nostalgic way.
Dainton leered slightly. "One hour, just one hour."
"They have no idea I'm coming over, do they?"
"Same with me. Except Neona."
"Neona?"
"Yes, a new recruit they've got, just like you've gotten us."
Scott cursed mentally; Mystique had gotten to her before they had. Now her mind would be poisoned just like the rest.
(But Scott) a voice in the farthest corner of his mind argued, (you never gave them a chance anyway. As soon as you found they were with Mystique, you just gave up. Hating them)
He told the voice to shut up.
"Fine, but only until I find the urge to get out!"
"One hour." Dainton, walking with Scott up the littered path to the door, said nonchalantly in a knowing way.
"Whatever." Scott kicked a piece of trash out the way, hands deep in his pockets.
***
"King me."
"No shit." Toad growled, kinging the black piece, which belonged to Mike.
Todd sat, staring at the checkerboard, the paint chipped all the way off on less than half the pieces. Both teams – red and black – had three pieces missing, which made the game just a tiny bit different.
"Go," Mike sighed, leaning back on the chair, praying that the leg that had had to be taped and glued back together wouldn't snap.
It was a miracle that it didn't.
Lance and Pietro were in the living area, watching some reality show that was wasting away whatever smarts they had in them, while Tabby and Denise had swept out in the jeep to god-knows-where.
Wanda was up in her room, hexing things in a bored fashion and thinking of ways to torture Todd, lest he bother her once more.
Neona came hurtling down the stairs at a surprising speed – nobody had seen her move that fast since she came to stop Ghost from pounding Avalanche and Quicksilver into the ground – and swung open the door.
"Clayton!"
"Onna." Dainton said, still in his quiet way with an underlining smirk lacing his voice.
"Clayton?" Scott whispered, a wave of fear threatening to drown him. Here he was, damn near defenseless, standing at the house of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants.
Lord in Heaven help him.
"It's a sort of joke. You must be Summers." Neona answered from the doorway, grinning to show off her fangs. "Nice to finally meet the leader Assho-."
"You gonna let us in, Neo?"
"No." She said, walking away, leaving the door wide open.
Gabriel nodded at Scott to go in ahead of him, and as Scott did so, acting way braver than he actually felt, he took a peek at the Fearless Leader's perky derrière.
He couldn't help but let a small secretive smile form on his face.
"Living area, kitchen." Neona said, walking into the living area, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch, Lance on the other end.
That didn't last long, because the two male 'Hoods quickly got up and squared off with Scott.
"Sit down you fuckers, before you all blow up from too much testosterone rushing to your heads." Neona said, reaching a wing out, and curling it around Lance, dragging him back to the couch.
After doing so, she got up and headed over to Pietro, and cuffed the back of his neck. "I said: Sit. The. Hell. Down. Got it?" she bit out, snapping at his face. He jerked back quickly, barely getting his nose out of the way in time.
"Boys, boys." she said, now regarding the X-Men. "Come and sit. We'll... 'chat'."
Dainton followed her slowly, sitting on the floor next to Neona's feet.
Scott stayed where he was, still feeling like he shouldn't be there. The best thing to do would be to follow his instinct: Run away. Run far, *far* away.
It was a strange scene, the way they were all looking at him and the way they were arranged, looking at him like they were judging him.
Pietro was a bit away, sitting on the bean bag chair, splayed out, his pale complexion giving him a deceased look. Lance was on one side of the couch, one leg crossed over the other in the 'manly' way, his arms on the back. Neona was on his – Lance's – left, sitting with her legs crossed, bobbing a foot up and down, just staring at him in a 'you dumbass' way. Dainton was at her feet, an arm up on the couch, like they were higher than him, and he was the mere peasant here to see if he can pass their judgment.
Lance made the first move. As soon as he stood up, Pietro was out of there, and Lance walked past Scott, raising an eyebrow and smirking in a knowing way.
"Summers, come, come."
Scott walked carefully into the room, stepping over this and that, careful not to step on anything and break out
_ [like they'd have anything of value here though, right Scott] _
"So..." Neona began, once Scott had sat where Lance had been not five seconds ago.
***
"I can't *believe* you talked me into that!"
"You got into the car, after that, I had no control." Dainton said lazily, this time riding the passenger's side, letting Scott vent his anger on the road, flying over hills and thrice nearly crashing into another vehicle.
"You could have at least TOLD me where we were going!" Scott yelled, turning the corner so quickly that even Dainton couldn't help gripping the side of the door until his knuckles turned ghastly.
Dainton glanced at Scott. Normal, cool and collected Scott was now freaking out because of one little visit.
"You've been repressing, haven't you?"
"I have not!" His voice screeched, sounding like a dying rabbit.
"All right, no need to get upset!"
The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, minus the honks and the "Fuck you, asshole!"'s that were screamed at the lunatic driver, who was presiding under the name of Scott Summers.
Nothing horribly traumatic had happened; the brotherhood just went about acting like they always did, maybe just a tad more crazier than was per norm, but truly it wasn't far off from their regular behavior.
It was probably when Denise and Tabby had arrived home, and Wanda came down the stairs, charging after a shrieking Toad, that Scott lost it.
Neona and Lance, somewhat close to each other yet still far away enough to not let suspicions grow
_ [Yeah right Summers, did you see the way she kept glancing at him? She's worse than Kitty] _
just stared placidly after the retreating Scott, and said a small goodbye to Hazard.
***
Dainton stared; this couldn't be happening. No way in any world – Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, and surely not Earth – could this be occurring.
He was in his room, coming back from the bathroom, nothing but a towel around his waist, dripping wet with water so hot he was surprised it wasn't still steaming.
After locking the door as he always did, he turned around and saw what lay on his bed, making his heart leap into his throat, near choking him.
Scott Summers in only his nuddy-pants.
The blonde was smirking, propping himself ever so slightly onto his elbows, grinning mischievously. His legs were crossed at the ankles, and his stomach and chest muscles rippled with every breath.
His body was glistening, nipples erect. He patted the spot next to him, beckoning silently, his mouth pouty, bottom lip succulent.
Dainton, without much hesitation, stepped toward him and climbed onto the bed before Scott flipped him over onto his back, towering over him.
Scott quickly began, biting Dainton's lips and kissing him simultaneously – bruising and drawing blood.
Dainton moaned in ecstasy.
The older blonde, dragged his nails across Gabriel's chest, pink and red intermingling. Grinding their hips achingly together, Scott chuckled and Gabriel's breath caught; he threw his head back, eyes shut in bliss.
Scott's lips left Dainton's and began to travel downwards, stopping to take Gabriel's left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it before biting and leaving it to throb.
Scott removed Dainton's towel, and lowered his head...
*GOOOOD MORNING BAYVILLE!*
"The fuck?" Dainton cried out, his voice jumbled with sleep.
He rolled over to snap his alarm off, and made a face, feeling the sticky substance that was now coating his abdomen.
"Urgh..."
He sat up, and winced, but not from his semen.
There were claw marks on his chest, light pink and quickly fading, but still there.
-End Chapter Nine-
****
A/N: *blushes like a blushing thing*
DCJ: All for you, love, all for you. *GLOMP*
REVIEW REPLIES:
Sycommansonboy: I try, truly, I do. I'm hoping for another Luka moment next chapter.
TigerStorm: Anti-bodies will burn in Hell. LoL. Stark working! ^_^
Cheeky-bear007: Eh, probably not near as bad as I did in mine. Nobody can compare, trust me. You probably looked great, relax. I'm off to work on Chapter One of "Bleeding Sanctuary" right now! All 'bout Leila, too!
Emerald Knight1: Man, I know how that feels. I'm glad your back though!
Dee Saylors: Physics. Fizzzzzz-icks. Haha. Update! *bounces around* Update update update!
Love and Peace you guys,
-Holly
By: Holly Rose E
Rating: UPPED! PAY ATTENTION! It is now an 'R' for sexual (yaoi) content.
Author's Note: Dear god... I – I don't know what to say about this chapter. Only that, if you're squeamish about sex, I'm sorry.
*****
Chapter Nine: Everything
There is no pressure for the hemorrhaging
There is no healing me
So what if I'm walking now?
I still burn every time that I breathe
~Tapping the Vein
*****
"The Boarding House!" Scott cried, glancing back and forth between a determined looking Dainton and the decrepit house where the slime-balls of the planet resided.
"Yeah, so?"
Scott frowned, thinking his words over carefully. "You see, the Brotherhood... they're the enemy."
"I thought humans were." Gabriel said, raising an eyebrow casually.
"No! No, of course not – we're working to let them understand we mean no harm. But the 'Hood, they... they're doing the opposite. They don't have any respect for what we're trying to accomplish."
Dainton rolled his eyes, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Have you ever asked for their point of view?"
Scott's face hardened, and he was glaring underneath his glasses. "There's no need to. They've proven – or, at least, tried to prove – their point numerous times before."
"Talk to them and find out."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes, damn it!"
"No!" Scott muttered, leaning down in his seat once more, crossing his arms and jutting out his lower lip. He looked like a child who had not gotten his way. Cute in a disgustingly nostalgic way.
Dainton leered slightly. "One hour, just one hour."
"They have no idea I'm coming over, do they?"
"Same with me. Except Neona."
"Neona?"
"Yes, a new recruit they've got, just like you've gotten us."
Scott cursed mentally; Mystique had gotten to her before they had. Now her mind would be poisoned just like the rest.
(But Scott) a voice in the farthest corner of his mind argued, (you never gave them a chance anyway. As soon as you found they were with Mystique, you just gave up. Hating them)
He told the voice to shut up.
"Fine, but only until I find the urge to get out!"
"One hour." Dainton, walking with Scott up the littered path to the door, said nonchalantly in a knowing way.
"Whatever." Scott kicked a piece of trash out the way, hands deep in his pockets.
***
"King me."
"No shit." Toad growled, kinging the black piece, which belonged to Mike.
Todd sat, staring at the checkerboard, the paint chipped all the way off on less than half the pieces. Both teams – red and black – had three pieces missing, which made the game just a tiny bit different.
"Go," Mike sighed, leaning back on the chair, praying that the leg that had had to be taped and glued back together wouldn't snap.
It was a miracle that it didn't.
Lance and Pietro were in the living area, watching some reality show that was wasting away whatever smarts they had in them, while Tabby and Denise had swept out in the jeep to god-knows-where.
Wanda was up in her room, hexing things in a bored fashion and thinking of ways to torture Todd, lest he bother her once more.
Neona came hurtling down the stairs at a surprising speed – nobody had seen her move that fast since she came to stop Ghost from pounding Avalanche and Quicksilver into the ground – and swung open the door.
"Clayton!"
"Onna." Dainton said, still in his quiet way with an underlining smirk lacing his voice.
"Clayton?" Scott whispered, a wave of fear threatening to drown him. Here he was, damn near defenseless, standing at the house of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants.
Lord in Heaven help him.
"It's a sort of joke. You must be Summers." Neona answered from the doorway, grinning to show off her fangs. "Nice to finally meet the leader Assho-."
"You gonna let us in, Neo?"
"No." She said, walking away, leaving the door wide open.
Gabriel nodded at Scott to go in ahead of him, and as Scott did so, acting way braver than he actually felt, he took a peek at the Fearless Leader's perky derrière.
He couldn't help but let a small secretive smile form on his face.
"Living area, kitchen." Neona said, walking into the living area, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch, Lance on the other end.
That didn't last long, because the two male 'Hoods quickly got up and squared off with Scott.
"Sit down you fuckers, before you all blow up from too much testosterone rushing to your heads." Neona said, reaching a wing out, and curling it around Lance, dragging him back to the couch.
After doing so, she got up and headed over to Pietro, and cuffed the back of his neck. "I said: Sit. The. Hell. Down. Got it?" she bit out, snapping at his face. He jerked back quickly, barely getting his nose out of the way in time.
"Boys, boys." she said, now regarding the X-Men. "Come and sit. We'll... 'chat'."
Dainton followed her slowly, sitting on the floor next to Neona's feet.
Scott stayed where he was, still feeling like he shouldn't be there. The best thing to do would be to follow his instinct: Run away. Run far, *far* away.
It was a strange scene, the way they were all looking at him and the way they were arranged, looking at him like they were judging him.
Pietro was a bit away, sitting on the bean bag chair, splayed out, his pale complexion giving him a deceased look. Lance was on one side of the couch, one leg crossed over the other in the 'manly' way, his arms on the back. Neona was on his – Lance's – left, sitting with her legs crossed, bobbing a foot up and down, just staring at him in a 'you dumbass' way. Dainton was at her feet, an arm up on the couch, like they were higher than him, and he was the mere peasant here to see if he can pass their judgment.
Lance made the first move. As soon as he stood up, Pietro was out of there, and Lance walked past Scott, raising an eyebrow and smirking in a knowing way.
"Summers, come, come."
Scott walked carefully into the room, stepping over this and that, careful not to step on anything and break out
_ [like they'd have anything of value here though, right Scott] _
"So..." Neona began, once Scott had sat where Lance had been not five seconds ago.
***
"I can't *believe* you talked me into that!"
"You got into the car, after that, I had no control." Dainton said lazily, this time riding the passenger's side, letting Scott vent his anger on the road, flying over hills and thrice nearly crashing into another vehicle.
"You could have at least TOLD me where we were going!" Scott yelled, turning the corner so quickly that even Dainton couldn't help gripping the side of the door until his knuckles turned ghastly.
Dainton glanced at Scott. Normal, cool and collected Scott was now freaking out because of one little visit.
"You've been repressing, haven't you?"
"I have not!" His voice screeched, sounding like a dying rabbit.
"All right, no need to get upset!"
The rest of the car ride was spent in silence, minus the honks and the "Fuck you, asshole!"'s that were screamed at the lunatic driver, who was presiding under the name of Scott Summers.
Nothing horribly traumatic had happened; the brotherhood just went about acting like they always did, maybe just a tad more crazier than was per norm, but truly it wasn't far off from their regular behavior.
It was probably when Denise and Tabby had arrived home, and Wanda came down the stairs, charging after a shrieking Toad, that Scott lost it.
Neona and Lance, somewhat close to each other yet still far away enough to not let suspicions grow
_ [Yeah right Summers, did you see the way she kept glancing at him? She's worse than Kitty] _
just stared placidly after the retreating Scott, and said a small goodbye to Hazard.
***
Dainton stared; this couldn't be happening. No way in any world – Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, and surely not Earth – could this be occurring.
He was in his room, coming back from the bathroom, nothing but a towel around his waist, dripping wet with water so hot he was surprised it wasn't still steaming.
After locking the door as he always did, he turned around and saw what lay on his bed, making his heart leap into his throat, near choking him.
Scott Summers in only his nuddy-pants.
The blonde was smirking, propping himself ever so slightly onto his elbows, grinning mischievously. His legs were crossed at the ankles, and his stomach and chest muscles rippled with every breath.
His body was glistening, nipples erect. He patted the spot next to him, beckoning silently, his mouth pouty, bottom lip succulent.
Dainton, without much hesitation, stepped toward him and climbed onto the bed before Scott flipped him over onto his back, towering over him.
Scott quickly began, biting Dainton's lips and kissing him simultaneously – bruising and drawing blood.
Dainton moaned in ecstasy.
The older blonde, dragged his nails across Gabriel's chest, pink and red intermingling. Grinding their hips achingly together, Scott chuckled and Gabriel's breath caught; he threw his head back, eyes shut in bliss.
Scott's lips left Dainton's and began to travel downwards, stopping to take Gabriel's left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it before biting and leaving it to throb.
Scott removed Dainton's towel, and lowered his head...
*GOOOOD MORNING BAYVILLE!*
"The fuck?" Dainton cried out, his voice jumbled with sleep.
He rolled over to snap his alarm off, and made a face, feeling the sticky substance that was now coating his abdomen.
"Urgh..."
He sat up, and winced, but not from his semen.
There were claw marks on his chest, light pink and quickly fading, but still there.
-End Chapter Nine-
****
A/N: *blushes like a blushing thing*
DCJ: All for you, love, all for you. *GLOMP*
REVIEW REPLIES:
Sycommansonboy: I try, truly, I do. I'm hoping for another Luka moment next chapter.
TigerStorm: Anti-bodies will burn in Hell. LoL. Stark working! ^_^
Cheeky-bear007: Eh, probably not near as bad as I did in mine. Nobody can compare, trust me. You probably looked great, relax. I'm off to work on Chapter One of "Bleeding Sanctuary" right now! All 'bout Leila, too!
Emerald Knight1: Man, I know how that feels. I'm glad your back though!
Dee Saylors: Physics. Fizzzzzz-icks. Haha. Update! *bounces around* Update update update!
Love and Peace you guys,
-Holly