A/N: Here this is. After much strenuous labor, here's chapter two. Take it or leave it. Woohoo.
Scott turned the key in the ignition and his Corvette purred to life. This was the safest place to be at the moment. Here, no one could sneak up on him, and besides that, he had taken precautions. Kitty was nowhere to be found, and Lance was probably off sulking. Scott sighed and pulled out of the drive, making a left and heading for the open road.
Changing gears and speeding up, he barreled through traffic and was thoroughly enjoying himself. He could think of nothing more thrilling than driving. He was having so much fun, in fact, that he didn't notice the blue mutant bamfing into the passenger seat beside him until it was too late.
"Hello, Scott," Kurt said in a sexy voice, leaning in close and murmuring into Scott's ear.
"Um... hi... Kurt." Scott replied, still staring desperately at the road as Kurt put his hand on his knee.
Well, Scott thought, as long as that hand doesn't... Oh dear god. Kurt's hand inched closer to... well..."Little Cyclops."
"Oh, Scott, you big sexy stallion," Kurt moaned "Take me now!"
"What, in the car?!" Scott asked rather stupidly.
"Yes..." His hand inched closer. "Right now"
Suddenly, a three-fingered hand grasped Little Cyclops, which resulted in many things, like Little Cyclops standing tall and proud, and Big Cyclops crashing his car into a tree. Sensing immediate danger, Kurt promptly bamfed out of the wrecked Corvette.
"But officer!" Scott practiced his speech as he waited for the police officer to approach his vehicle.
Slowly and steadily, taking his time to perhaps torment young Scott Summers, the officer made his way to the damaged car and tree.
"Well, what have we got here?" he asked in a low, somewhat hickish voice. "A wrecked tree? That's damaging public property."
Scott mentally reviewed the laws of New York, and he didn't remember anything stating that hitting trees was illegal. "But, officer!" Scott protested in his well-rehearsed voice.
"Don't worry," the cop said with a surreptitious grin and a wink. "Since you're such... an exceptional beauty, I'm prepared to forgive you... for a price."
Scott gulped. He didn't like where this was heading. "Is ten bucks enough?"
Silence-unnerving silence-followed. And then: "Sure." Scott reached for his wallet, but was stopped when the cop continued speaking in a deep, lusty voice, "But I'm only going to accept that for another price."
Aaaahhh!! Scott's mind shrieked. "I think I'll just take the ticket."
"Okay."
Pietro was furious at Lance. How dare he actually attempt to seduce that stupid X-Freak Scott Summers and then have the audacity to tell Pietro all about it!
Well, two can play this game, Alvers, Pietro thought vengefully as he searched his closet for the sexiest outfit he could find. Finally, he came across it: fishnet stockings and kinky lingerie that he once wore to satisfy one of Lance's wacky fantasies.
"This'll definitely work," he whispered sinisterly, grinning with glee as he very rapidly swapped his usual ensemble with the rather sparse "outfit" (if one could call it that). Pietro then threw on a large trench-coat and ran all the way to the Institute, which took an all of five minutes because he stopped for a burger and fries on the way, gathering many an odd look.
Pietro approached the front gates of the Institute and stopped as he noticed Scott trudging along on a bicycle wearing matching shorts and biking goggles (which he kept in his glove compartment for situations such as this one).
"Hey Sum-er, Scott," Pietro purred sexily as he strutted rather seductively over to the bicycle and straddled the handlebar. He ever so casually slipped his trench-coat off, revealing the rather, well, revealing outfit.
Scott, by this point, was so weary that he decided to give up running away from everyone. "Huh. Fine. Oh well," he said half-heartedly, "but can we please go to my room? I'm not really fond of grass."
"Okay! Hey-wait! I'm supposed to seduce you!"
"Well, you just did," Scott said flatly. "Wow, I am so aroused."
Pietro pouted and said almost sulkily, "Are you being sarcastic?"
"No, no I am not," came Scott's monotonous response. "In fact, I am so thrilled to be in your company that my heart has momentarily stopped from such extreme pleasure. Wow. Oh baby."
"Okay!" Pietro giggled and quickly grabbed him by the arm, and suddenly, Scott found himself in his room, on his bed, and quite nude.
Oh, no, what have I done? He asked himself with a feeling dread.
Literally, he had done a rather satisfied looking Pietro who was sitting on the side of the bed smoking a cigarette.
"That was all?" Scott questioned. "I thought it would be much more..."
"Arousing?"
"Horrible."
"I'll take that as a compliment!" Pietro snuffed the cigarette and cuddled next to Scott. "C'mon, they don't call me Quicksilver for nothing. I recover quickly."
Scott sighed and shut off the light. It was going to be a long, torturous night.
A/N: Coming up next: What happens when Magneto comes a' serenading? And what about Logan? And where has Kitty been? All this and MORE, when... SCOTT AND THE ELIXIR OF DOOM continues.