This is the second chapter. It's much darker than the first so be warned. It may not look like it's connected to the first chapter but that's okay, it will make sense in the third dream.
Fantasies
Dream Two
By Maria Cline
Sin is the forbidden fruit. Once you taste it, you only crave for more even while you feel shame. If you taste sin in your mind with another, is it still sin? Or pure fantasy?
*****
He swore he would never do this and yet here he was. His body was on a cot over the vast Pacific Ocean resting but his mind was a far different place all together. For once, he was grateful that his visor hid his now dazed expression as he drifted along the Astral Plain.
In his mind, he was on a huge feather bed surrounded by candles that won't burn his skin and fragrances that only he can smell. He shouldn't be here. It was just so wrong to even think about this place. He should just leave, call his wife, and beg for her forgiveness. Then, he looked up to see her standing in front of him.
Her long blond hair hung over her shoulders and she was wearing the Dark Phoenix costume again. The Dark Phoenix, the ultimate fear he held in his heart since that tragic day. The day when the Universe was threatened by a power that would rival Galactus' and the day that Jean sacrificed herself to save all. Of course it turned out that it was some sort of clone based off of Jean but the fear remained. Seeing the Dark Phoenix costume again on Emma did not cause fear but in a strange way, it excited him. Emma's hair became red as she strolled up and Scott's heart pounded.
It wasn't real. This is all taking place in his mind. That is not really Jean but Emma casting a psychic illusion. It felt so real. He wanted it to be so real and yet it's not.
"Oh, Scott." Emma moaned mimicking Jean's voice. "Capture me; hold me down for if I don't, everything will go into ashes."
It wasn't real. The world is not in danger from Phoenix's wrath but it would be if the real Jean found out. He should stop but he can't.
"You have me captured. I can't move." Scott said as he slumped back and held out his wrists.
"Then the Universe is doomed." 'Phoenix' whispered as silk wraps came out from the bed and tied him down stretching him out in an eagle fashion. He moaned as he felt the strain on his legs and arms. It was only in his mind and yet that made it feel so real.
"Fuck the Universe." Scott whispered as he fell onto his back. He didn't care about the universe any more. Leave the Universe to the Fantastic Four or one of the other million spandex wearing idiots out there. He didn't care any more about the world. It felt so good to say that.
"Hmmm... yes, be greedy... don't care about anything except for this." Emma encouraged as she changed into the black queen outfit. "Now, I have you at my mercy, little X-Man."
"I can still fire you with my optic blasts." Scott said smugly as he tilted his head.
"No doubt you could, if your eyes are open." Emma conjured up a ruby quartz helmet. Quickly, she snatched the visor off and slipped on the helmet. With a click, the helmet was locked on and Scott's fate was sealed.
He couldn't see nor speak, his body was tied down in silk, and a woman who is not his wife is about to seduce him. He should be fighting to get out; he could if he tried hard enough. In all of his years as an X-Man, he had been captured many times and held in tight situations blindfolded. Training with Ororo and Remy, enabled him to learn how to pick locks and find some way out.
"Why, Scott, I have no idea that you are turned on by bondage. If I had known this while I was with the Hellfire Club, you and me would've had this form of fun a long time ago." Emma cooed as she lay beside him and took off his pants.
Scott moaned as he felt Emma onto him again. He was not a prisoner despite his bindings. He could still telepathically let Emma know to stop it but he didn't want to. In a strange perverted way, he liked being helpless and the world is not in danger. No one expected him to do anything because he couldn't do anything. He couldn't see what was going on, he could not give out orders, he could not even save himself. Strange how that if his teammates know about this desire, they would have him locked up.
"Do you like it? Do you like this feeling of helplessness despite the fact that I can let you go any time you wish?" Emma inquired as she traced her finger over his hairless chest.
Scott nodded as Emma removed the mouthguard. "Yes. I liked it somewhat when a villain tied me down and threaten the ones I love. It excites me. Makes me feel alive somehow. Crazy isn't it?"
"No... not at all..." Emma straddled herself onto his body. "There are many sane people out there who are turned on at the concept of being tied down if the world is not in danger. That is no crime."
"Hurt me, Jean. Rip my skin. Punish me for the bastard that I am." Scott begged as he took a deep breath.
Emma cocked an eyebrow as she transformed into her diamond form and clawed her finely manicured nails into his flesh. The man screamed in pain as the nails buried into his skin leaving marks that would scar if it weren't for the fact it was all in his mind. He needed the punishment for this sin. Technically, he and Emma didn't touch physically and he didn't commit adultery. It was all in his mind, they were just thoughts. So, why does he need to feel pain to compensate for this act of betrayal?
He should be doing this with Jean. He should be this eager for the real one instead of this illusion. But Jean would never hurt him. No, Jean was above him in so many ways. She is now a goddess, a powerful Phoenix that have no use of a mere shell of a man like himself.
He doesn't have a role in the X-Men any more. Charles used to need him to plan together and confide in his fear. Now, Jean does that for him. He used to be the leader and now, he wasn't so sure. He was the reliable one, the one everyone trusts but now they look at him differently. How can they trust a man who spent over six months of his life in the same mind as a madman? He used to be the most powerful X-Man and now, most of the X-Men have more power. The other X-Men's powers blossomed and grew over the years while his remained the same. True, he can aim and control it better to a degree but it wasn't like achieving more power. He wanted the power Apocalypse had, that sweet power. He wanted to do the things that he watched the others do. He wanted to be greedy, to be 'bad', to taste the sweet forbidden apple and show his true self. Those urges scare him and excite him.
"Hurt me." Scott ordered coldly as he tensed up.
*****
What was she doing? Emma found herself wondering as she clawed Scott with her diamond fingertips. A boring part of her mind chided her for tempting something. This was Scott Summers, the first X-Man, the leader, the boy scout, the man with the vision and the drive for the X-Men; the boring one.
Of course that is what everyone thinks when they see Scott Summers. She knew better. The chaos that he went through as during the merger revealed a darker side of his soul. He hid it well with that calm exterior. She can smell the darkness waiting to come out. It was so sweet to her psychic self.
She and Scott were so different and yet so alike. While she flaunts herself, Scott hides himself in that visor and that tacky X-Men uniform. She hides her insecurities with her ego and shallow attitude. He hides his in that 'yes sir' image. They both played roles that so many people expect them to play. Here, they can be whatever they want to be.
They both have masks that needed to come off once in a while. Emma saw that mask and ripped it off of his handsome face. She hated that visor, it was just an eyesore. A part of her wondered if Charles ever had considered correcting his brain damage. After all, she learned from personal experience that all he would have to do is to either have that Xorn man heal him or rewire the brain for more control. Perhaps deep down, Charles didn't really want Scott to be 'cured'. Scott was the 'first' X-Man, the living embodiment of what the X-Men should be. Scott was an orphan with an uncontrollable mutant power who rose above the odds and became a successful X-Man. If he were to regain his control, Scott would quit the X-Men and Charles needs his personal X-Man.
Deep down, Scott knows this and is angry. She can sense the frustration pent up inside of him wanting to get out. Scott was doing this because he can. He wanted to touch the 'bad' Emma Frost and the forbidden parts of his soul. She made it obvious to him that he can do anything he wants and she won't say a word. After all, who is she to judge Scott? She struts around in an outfit held together by spandex mesh.
She knows what it is like to have to live to others expectations. She had to endure it before she gained her telepathic gift. Everyone expects so much from her. This man, he doesn't really expect so much. All he wants is someone to let loose around, someone who he can show his true colors.
She can do it. She can cut away those chains that Scott had tied around his heart and he will love her for it.
"You are mine." Emma growled as she nibbled Scott's lip.
To Be Continued... in the next thought
Fantasies
Dream Two
By Maria Cline
Sin is the forbidden fruit. Once you taste it, you only crave for more even while you feel shame. If you taste sin in your mind with another, is it still sin? Or pure fantasy?
*****
He swore he would never do this and yet here he was. His body was on a cot over the vast Pacific Ocean resting but his mind was a far different place all together. For once, he was grateful that his visor hid his now dazed expression as he drifted along the Astral Plain.
In his mind, he was on a huge feather bed surrounded by candles that won't burn his skin and fragrances that only he can smell. He shouldn't be here. It was just so wrong to even think about this place. He should just leave, call his wife, and beg for her forgiveness. Then, he looked up to see her standing in front of him.
Her long blond hair hung over her shoulders and she was wearing the Dark Phoenix costume again. The Dark Phoenix, the ultimate fear he held in his heart since that tragic day. The day when the Universe was threatened by a power that would rival Galactus' and the day that Jean sacrificed herself to save all. Of course it turned out that it was some sort of clone based off of Jean but the fear remained. Seeing the Dark Phoenix costume again on Emma did not cause fear but in a strange way, it excited him. Emma's hair became red as she strolled up and Scott's heart pounded.
It wasn't real. This is all taking place in his mind. That is not really Jean but Emma casting a psychic illusion. It felt so real. He wanted it to be so real and yet it's not.
"Oh, Scott." Emma moaned mimicking Jean's voice. "Capture me; hold me down for if I don't, everything will go into ashes."
It wasn't real. The world is not in danger from Phoenix's wrath but it would be if the real Jean found out. He should stop but he can't.
"You have me captured. I can't move." Scott said as he slumped back and held out his wrists.
"Then the Universe is doomed." 'Phoenix' whispered as silk wraps came out from the bed and tied him down stretching him out in an eagle fashion. He moaned as he felt the strain on his legs and arms. It was only in his mind and yet that made it feel so real.
"Fuck the Universe." Scott whispered as he fell onto his back. He didn't care about the universe any more. Leave the Universe to the Fantastic Four or one of the other million spandex wearing idiots out there. He didn't care any more about the world. It felt so good to say that.
"Hmmm... yes, be greedy... don't care about anything except for this." Emma encouraged as she changed into the black queen outfit. "Now, I have you at my mercy, little X-Man."
"I can still fire you with my optic blasts." Scott said smugly as he tilted his head.
"No doubt you could, if your eyes are open." Emma conjured up a ruby quartz helmet. Quickly, she snatched the visor off and slipped on the helmet. With a click, the helmet was locked on and Scott's fate was sealed.
He couldn't see nor speak, his body was tied down in silk, and a woman who is not his wife is about to seduce him. He should be fighting to get out; he could if he tried hard enough. In all of his years as an X-Man, he had been captured many times and held in tight situations blindfolded. Training with Ororo and Remy, enabled him to learn how to pick locks and find some way out.
"Why, Scott, I have no idea that you are turned on by bondage. If I had known this while I was with the Hellfire Club, you and me would've had this form of fun a long time ago." Emma cooed as she lay beside him and took off his pants.
Scott moaned as he felt Emma onto him again. He was not a prisoner despite his bindings. He could still telepathically let Emma know to stop it but he didn't want to. In a strange perverted way, he liked being helpless and the world is not in danger. No one expected him to do anything because he couldn't do anything. He couldn't see what was going on, he could not give out orders, he could not even save himself. Strange how that if his teammates know about this desire, they would have him locked up.
"Do you like it? Do you like this feeling of helplessness despite the fact that I can let you go any time you wish?" Emma inquired as she traced her finger over his hairless chest.
Scott nodded as Emma removed the mouthguard. "Yes. I liked it somewhat when a villain tied me down and threaten the ones I love. It excites me. Makes me feel alive somehow. Crazy isn't it?"
"No... not at all..." Emma straddled herself onto his body. "There are many sane people out there who are turned on at the concept of being tied down if the world is not in danger. That is no crime."
"Hurt me, Jean. Rip my skin. Punish me for the bastard that I am." Scott begged as he took a deep breath.
Emma cocked an eyebrow as she transformed into her diamond form and clawed her finely manicured nails into his flesh. The man screamed in pain as the nails buried into his skin leaving marks that would scar if it weren't for the fact it was all in his mind. He needed the punishment for this sin. Technically, he and Emma didn't touch physically and he didn't commit adultery. It was all in his mind, they were just thoughts. So, why does he need to feel pain to compensate for this act of betrayal?
He should be doing this with Jean. He should be this eager for the real one instead of this illusion. But Jean would never hurt him. No, Jean was above him in so many ways. She is now a goddess, a powerful Phoenix that have no use of a mere shell of a man like himself.
He doesn't have a role in the X-Men any more. Charles used to need him to plan together and confide in his fear. Now, Jean does that for him. He used to be the leader and now, he wasn't so sure. He was the reliable one, the one everyone trusts but now they look at him differently. How can they trust a man who spent over six months of his life in the same mind as a madman? He used to be the most powerful X-Man and now, most of the X-Men have more power. The other X-Men's powers blossomed and grew over the years while his remained the same. True, he can aim and control it better to a degree but it wasn't like achieving more power. He wanted the power Apocalypse had, that sweet power. He wanted to do the things that he watched the others do. He wanted to be greedy, to be 'bad', to taste the sweet forbidden apple and show his true self. Those urges scare him and excite him.
"Hurt me." Scott ordered coldly as he tensed up.
*****
What was she doing? Emma found herself wondering as she clawed Scott with her diamond fingertips. A boring part of her mind chided her for tempting something. This was Scott Summers, the first X-Man, the leader, the boy scout, the man with the vision and the drive for the X-Men; the boring one.
Of course that is what everyone thinks when they see Scott Summers. She knew better. The chaos that he went through as during the merger revealed a darker side of his soul. He hid it well with that calm exterior. She can smell the darkness waiting to come out. It was so sweet to her psychic self.
She and Scott were so different and yet so alike. While she flaunts herself, Scott hides himself in that visor and that tacky X-Men uniform. She hides her insecurities with her ego and shallow attitude. He hides his in that 'yes sir' image. They both played roles that so many people expect them to play. Here, they can be whatever they want to be.
They both have masks that needed to come off once in a while. Emma saw that mask and ripped it off of his handsome face. She hated that visor, it was just an eyesore. A part of her wondered if Charles ever had considered correcting his brain damage. After all, she learned from personal experience that all he would have to do is to either have that Xorn man heal him or rewire the brain for more control. Perhaps deep down, Charles didn't really want Scott to be 'cured'. Scott was the 'first' X-Man, the living embodiment of what the X-Men should be. Scott was an orphan with an uncontrollable mutant power who rose above the odds and became a successful X-Man. If he were to regain his control, Scott would quit the X-Men and Charles needs his personal X-Man.
Deep down, Scott knows this and is angry. She can sense the frustration pent up inside of him wanting to get out. Scott was doing this because he can. He wanted to touch the 'bad' Emma Frost and the forbidden parts of his soul. She made it obvious to him that he can do anything he wants and she won't say a word. After all, who is she to judge Scott? She struts around in an outfit held together by spandex mesh.
She knows what it is like to have to live to others expectations. She had to endure it before she gained her telepathic gift. Everyone expects so much from her. This man, he doesn't really expect so much. All he wants is someone to let loose around, someone who he can show his true colors.
She can do it. She can cut away those chains that Scott had tied around his heart and he will love her for it.
"You are mine." Emma growled as she nibbled Scott's lip.
To Be Continued... in the next thought
