Unheard Cries
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Sorry, no Internet. At all, but my dad finally got it for me, cause I only had it at my mom's. So now I have it all the time. Yah. Anyway here's chap 5. Enjoy
I am only going to warn you once. This is a slash. Pietro/Lance love. So if you don't like that stuff, go now! It's my only warning. Also I don't own X-Evo. If I did, the romances would be different. And it would be a higher rated (coughRcough) show. J
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Chapter 5Pietro slowly went downstairs and took the prescription the doctor had given him. He poured cereal into this ugly off white bowl. The cereal clattered and rose when milk was added. He took a bite of the disgustingly plain cereal, for they were out of sugar or anything remotely sweet. He dropped the spoon; the clattering sound broke the eerie silence. ' Lance would reject me if I told him about me... if I told him about my masochisticways. He would never understand. He wouldn't…he couldn't. I can trust no one with my secrets.' He absently looked over to the counter and saw a ripe banana. It would probably taste better then his month old cereal and milk. The cut the banana into small slices. They absolute appeal of it intrigued him. A shock was sent up his spine making his shiver in enchantment that made his eyes flutter. The fresh wound on his stomach was far from scabbed. Why not do another?
" Hey, yo. I forgot my book bag at home. Don't wait up for me Freddy!' Todd yelled to his friend. He wasn't too far off from the house. He could still see the top floor windows. He reached the grass outside of the Brotherhood home. He hopped past the kitchen window and nonchalantly looked inside. He did a double take and froze. " Pietro…?"
Pietro's POV (all thought of coarse)
As I held the blade to my left shoulder, a small, worthless smile spread across my face. My blood pumped from underneath my skin, I could feel it moving; making my heart race. I always received this adrenaline rush before I did it…and I loved it. But, I also hate the fact of it all. I hated to love it. And, in most cases, my love for the addiction over powered my hate. Which led to this. This habit. I was weak, but I had learned that a long time ago, and I had accepted it.
I dragged the metal across the pale, blue tinted skin of my shoulder and in its place a thin red line appeared. The thin line grew wider, darkening the red to a deep crimson. The surface tension broke and the blood cascaded down my appendage. I could feel the blood exiting my body. It was a different feeling this time. It felt better, more relaxing. It was beautiful. There was so much. I couldn't help but love it. My fucking father would be proud. I ran my thin finger across the wound, feeling the depth. It was pretty deep, I had to admit, but I didn't care. I licked the salty substance from my index finger.
In a second, the world around me got fuzzy. At first I thought I was losing my vision, but then I felt the cool liquid descend down my cheek. Why did I always do this to myself? I fell to my knees and wept into my hands. I'm sure I had just gotten blood on my face, but I hated myself. I was so ugly, so destroyed. FUCKING LOOK AT ME!!! I was covered in all these scars, covered from head to toe. My face was my only safe haven. My lower arms and legs had less, but my body had so many. I'm so tainted, so tainted…so, so tainted.
I looked up from my feeble position when I heard a rustle outside. There a set of wide, dull brown eyes were staring at me through the window. Stupid…STUPID!!! I didn't shut the curtains. Now he knows…now everyone will know! I can't let him…I wont let him tell.
I was over there before he could even register it. I glared daggers at him as my blood dripped off of my fingers hitting the grassy earth. I wrapped my good hand around his neck. He was shaking; absolutely frightened. I smiled at him, making his eyes grow even wider. He even tried to speak, but it came out as a simple squeak. I stroked him softly across the side of his cheek, watching him shiver at the feel of my fresh blood on his face. I loosened my grip, letting him relax a bit. I watched as he sharply inhaled; coughing some. I pulled out my balled point pen from inside my pocket and wrote on his shaking arm. ' You tell anyone, and you'll regret it Tolansky.' The pen had lightly broken his skin, but not enough to draw blood. I mouthed 'GO' and he shot off enough to counter my speed. I limped away. I had hurt my leg god damnit. I had run outside on instinct. The stupid thing ached in pain.
When I got back inside I looked out the window and Todd was long gone. My arm's wound extended in length and depth. The blood continued to flow down my arm. I had never cut this far. It's really not too bad, but there sure is a lot of blood. His thoughts were starting to sound childish. My blood should be replenishing by now. Why am I so nervous? My blood should be clotting…why isn't it clotting? I became subconsciously nervous, I could tell. I didn't even notice that I had taken off my black shirt and started to trace my scars. It calmed my nerves or made it worse depending on the situation. I loved to toy with them either way though. Then I saw them doubled, wait, that's more than I've ever had. I don't remember them. I look up and the whole room is doubled. My eyes started to fall; they were so heavy. I grasped the counter with my arms, but it was no use. I fell onto the floor, and the last thing I was a sea of red.
Lance's POV
I didn't get to sleep. I couldn't. My mind was racing. And all I could think of was Pietro. His smile, his stomach, his chest, how he looks in those tight jeans, his lips, his hair, and his eyes…oh his eyes. It struck me a minute later, after I was hard, what I was actually thinking.
" Am I gay?" I had said allowed. Though I had never had a problem with people's sexual preferences, I just never thought it would be me. I'm not exactly the epitome of gay. I doubt anyone would think I would be either. But, I couldn't help it. I loved everything about him. Crush? Love? I don't know. Never really had either. And no, Kitty doesn't count. I didn't really like her. I wanted to fuck her. Have someone to stick my dick inside for a one-night stand and then ditch her. I guess she was a cute girl in a corky valley girl kind of way, but I guess I went for her, because she was in my home school and one of the only mutants I knew. Just a need for someone else, I guess...or maybe I was just horny.
Though I liked Pietro, he puzzled me. Truthfully I know absolutely nothing about him, except for the obvious ones. His name is Pietro Maximoff. He's Magneto's son. He's Wanda's brother. His power is speed. He's often hyperactive…though, come to think of it, he hasn't been in months. He's been kind of monotone. I guess I didn't notice with Mystique bitching about the X-Men all the time, I don't know. I guess I just thought with all the extra missions he was probably tired. He always looks so sad. I wish I knew why. I wish I knew what those lines were on his chest too. And at that point, I decided I wanted to know everything I could about Pietro Maximoff.
Normal POV
Lance got up out of his bed and wobbled to the door. His vision focused and his stomach settled. He turned the handle of his door. The rock tumbler walked out in the hallway and down the stairs into the kitchen. But something caught his eye.
" Oh my god Pietro!" Lance cried out.
And with a sudden burst of energy Lance ran over to him and lifted his head up." Pietro! Are you okay?!? PIETRO!!!!" Tears fell from the senior's cheeks when no response came. There was so much blood covering the floor and soaking into their clothes. Even the blacked looked red. " His skin is so cold." Lance cried allowed. He frantically looked around for the source of the blood. He found it on the speed demon's left shoulder oozing out, refusing to even let up a little. " No! You will not die! Do you hear me!?!?! Hold on!!!"
Lance quickly got up and searched around the unorganized kitchen for a rag. He luckily found two. One he got one wet with icy, cold water and the other he left dry. With haste he ran back to Pietro and pressed the bitter, wet rag into the middle of wound to stop the bleeding. He had learned it in Health. Pietro's eyes shot open and he hissed in pain. The senior frantically wiped the blood off the sophomore's weak arm. And when the bleeding slowed, he placed the dry rag and held it there as his breathing started to regulate. He let out a big sigh and looked over at Pietro. He was shaking; his eyes were tearing. Lance held him in his warm arms and let him cry into his shoulder. He wasn't sure what happened, but he would find out. He removed the rag and it was already starting to clot. Lance watched as Pietro's arm slowly regained his color.
"That stopped pretty quickly once you woke up, is it because of your mutation?" Lance asked, letting his heart relax.
Pietro nodded weakly. " Thought so." Lance breathed out. " Are you okay now?" Pietro hesitated, but nodded nonetheless. A couple minutes passed over in silence until Lance finally broke it. " How did this happen Pietro?"
Pietro's body flinched from underneath the older boy's arms. It scared him at first, but he realized that he was okay. " Pietro…you can tell me…you can trust me." The speed demon's eye widened in horror as the words flooded out of Lance's mouth. ' I cant trust him. I cant trust anyone.' He pushed Lance away from him. He backed quickly, feeling the knife hit his hand. He dragged it along with him, making a horribly noticeable scratching noise across the floor. Lance eyes loosened from their shocked position and concentrated on the noise. Lance saw it. He could see it with his own two eyes. He bolted over to Pietro and grabbed the knife. He faintly held it up to Pietro's frightened face.
" Pietro…you…you…" He was at a loss of words. He had, hadn't he? To himself? Pietro…the narcissistic, egotistical, drama queen? " Pietro…why? How…when…uh…?"
' He knows. He's staring at me in shock. He knows. He knows. He knows…me. He knows I'm tainted. He knows I'm dirty and ugly. I'm so very ugly. Why did Lance have to know? Now he'll never look at me the same again.' Pietro sniffled and tried to hold back his tears. He grabbed his paper and in-between sobs he scribbled a few words down. ' Don't hate me Lance…please don't hate me.'
" I could never!" He yelled. " I could never hate you Pietro…no matter what." Lance wrapped his arms around Pietro possessively and rocked the sobbing boy in his arms…back and forth, back and forth. Pietro whimpers slowly trailed off and he fell asleep. The senior's heart was still jumpy, so he checked if he was still breathing, just in case. He lightly kissed the speed demon's insipid forehead as he picked him up off the bloody ground. Lance went up the stairs and into his room. He threw a couple towels that he had on the floor onto his bed, one handed. ' Christ Pietro, why are you so light?' He could hold the boy with one arm, no struggle. He set the younger boy onto his full sized bed and let him sleep there.
Lance walked over to his dresser and pulled out two sets of clothes. A plain black shirt and matching shorts for Pietro and another plain black shirt and checkered pajama bottoms for Lance. Yes, he wore them, and liked them too. He glanced over to Pietro; the bloody clothes were starting to turn the towels red beneath him. He walked over with his fresh clothes in hand and picked up Pietro. He had to get him cleaned up.
Lance skillfully unbuttoned Pietro's pants and slid them off of his slender legs. His shirt was already off. He slid off his expensive black silk boxers. He couldn't even contain his aching arousal from this particular situation. ' Oh god…not now Lance, for the love of god not now!' He screamed in his mind. Pietro lay there on his bed, completely naked. Except for his cast. Lance bent down and unlatched the thick cast. He delicately slipped it off his foot and placed it on the chair near his desk. ' God he's a hard sleeper.' Lance thought, trying desperately to change the current subject in his mind. Lance took off his own blood soaked shirt, but kept on his baggy pants. He lifted the sleeping Pietro and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He placed the sophomore down into the bathtub.
Lance looked down at Pietro now that he was in a well-lit room. He could see so many pink tinted scars, all over his body. His chest, arms, legs…and inner thighs. He couldn't imagine why there. There on his chest, was a fairly fresh cut. All scabbed up, but so long. It looked over half a foot, but thankfully, the cut was thin…it was insignificant compared to Pietro's superior cut that glistened atop his shoulder as though a trophy of achievement. It was there, almost smiling at the broken boy, as though it controlled him…and mocking me. As though my attempts are futile. How could Pietro, his Pietro, fall into such a dangerous habit? Tears descended from his eyes as he fell into a heart-shattering sob. It wasn't pity he felt, it was overwhelming worry and relief. Relief that he was okay, but worry that he wouldn't always be there to make sure this wont happen again. It finally hit him that Pietro could have died. He could have bled out and fucking died. It made him cry harder than he had in his life.
Dreary sapphire eyes appeared through wetted lids. He groggily looked around, but as his eyes drifted downward he could see his stripped body. And then he saw Lance. " Ahhhhhhh!!!!" That immediately knocked Lance out of his intense gaze at absolutely nothing in particular. He instinctively placed his hands upon Pietro's ashen cheeks.
He was making a lot of faint noises and moving a lot. He tried to cover himself and then tears fell from his eyes. " Pietro…PIETRO!! Calm down, please. Pietro…shhhh…it's okay, please relax." Lance soothed as he rubbed the teen's bare back. Slowly Pietro became unperturbed and looked down into the empty tub. Under his pastel skin a reddish tint could be seen from his cheeks. He was blushing under Lance's heavy gaze. " Don't worry Pietro, I wont do anything. I just wanted to get you cleaned up. I mean you no harm." Hesitantly, Pietro nodded, though still a little nervous. Lance reached over to the knob and turned on the water. He let Pietro okay him on the temperature, which was quite hot, but it pleased Pietro so he kept it there. The steam rose from the gushing water and it fogged up the mirror. The heat only added to his aching arousal for the wounded boy. He knew what everyone meant by when they said he was gorgeous. He attracted both sexes, and abundant of each. Lance let the water fill up the tub about half way and then shut it off.
The rock tumbler got a rag from under the sink and lathered it with strawberry smelling soap. With corresponding shampoo, Lance rubbed it around in Pietro's damp hair and let it sit there. He softly rubbed the rag across the top half of the speed demon. The water turned a pinkish color, as did the soap on the rag. Pietro had been intensely staring at the bottom of the tub for minutes now. ' I haven't LET anyone touch me like this…ever. Why am I being so cooperative with him? And why am I enjoying this?' Pietro blushed further, for he could feel his pulsing erection from underneath his hands. He intently held them there in fear that Lance would notice his enjoyment. Lance rubbed the rag across the wounded shoulder, trying to be gentle.
Pietro shifted and winced in pain at the feel of the rag there. Lance noticed and in a split second he was hovering in front of the speed demon's face. " Pietro…I'm sorry are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked in an alarmed voice. Pietro lifted his head up to greet his companion's worried eyes. Pietro smiled and shook his head no." He mouthed ' I'm fine' and Lance let out a sigh.
" Pietro I need you to stand up so I can turn on the showerhead." Lance helped him up, while turning on the showerhead. Pietro kept his hands on his hardened self. Lance reached his hands in and rinsed out the shampoo. ' Had to be strawberry.' Lance thought bitterly. ' Aren't strawberries a natural aphrodisiac?' Pietro was concentrating so hard on keeping his distance from his shirtless, arousing teammate that he bumped his shoulder into the cool tiled wall. By touch it icily burned. He pulled away and started to fall onto the hard shower bottom. He clenched his eyes shut waiting for the pain. But none came. He opened his hesitant eyes meeting gorgeous chocolate brown ones. " Pietro…be careful." Lance was now soaked as well.
The speed demon's eyes widened, he felt as thought he was going to explode onto Lance. He looked so sexy drenched. His tangled hair was clinging to his tauntingly delicious looking neck. Which, led down to his well-defined upper body, strong yet slender. Amazing. Now, his jeans were soaked, not leaving much for the eyes imagination. Pietro could see he was hard, as Lance had of him. They both didn't move as the water beat onto their bodies. In one quick movement, Lance captured Pietro's lips in a fiery kiss. Full lips began to bruise with the rapid movements of the compressing weights. The senior stopped first, catching his breath and pulling away. " I'm sorry Pietro…I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have…" Those same bruised lips compressed further onto each other, with some influence of Pietro. He led now, pushing Lance up against the cool, burning wall. Lance arched his back at contact only giving the sophomore a greater amount of opportunities. The base of his arousal rubbed against his counterparts', causing the quietest of moans to breach the back of his throat. A pale set of black painted fingernails cupped Lance's arousal causing the younger one to smirk as he broke the kiss and headed down to his companions taunt nipple. He sucked it greedily, wanting to taste all of this constant high known as Lance Alvers.
His constant high whimpered at the contact of his gentle, yet conquering lips of Pietro. And his gentle appendage that continued to rub a different one of Lances'. He could feel the buttons of his pants undo. He felt them come off, even with an every playful tongue still attached to his nipple. He was at the utmost pleasurable time in his life and he could barely breath. When had Pietro learned all of this?
Lance felt the tongue remove it self and move back to his lips. They mouths pursued each other as though a cat and a mouse. Toying with each other, and never being to far from one another. Though, the cat usually caught the mouse, but at least Lance was a strong willed mouse. As Pietro broke off, the brown haired boy opened his eyes. The last thing he saw was a Cheshire cat smile and then stars of ecstasy outline and blurred the sides of his eyes. He didn't know so many feelings could be felt at one time. Want, need, confusion, pleasure, torture, amazement, lust…the list could go on, but he had forgotten what he was even thinking.
Pietro gladly accepted the seed of Lance into his mouth once he came, not that it took long at all. He rose to his feet…careful with one and in front of Lance's open eyes he swallowed it and licked his lips. He wasn't done yet. No, Pietro wasn't satisfied yet. Lance woke up from his dreamy state and regained a bit of control by seizing Pietro's lips in a true kiss of meaning. Representing every damn feeling he felt. While still kissing, Lance flicked off the water and opened the curtain. He grabbed the towels and primitively dried them off. He carried the speed demon into his room and gently laid him on his full size bed. Lance crawled atop of his lover and started to kiss up the boy until he reached the nape of his neck making Pietro writhe underneath his captor and moaning quite loud for his current disablement. Lance wanted him now. They both did. Lance advanced to Pietro's slightly pointed ear…sucking, nibbling, and twirling his tongue around the edge of it. He then let up and lightly blew into it. The senior smirked and flatly lay atop Pietro. Every inch of their bodies were pressing against each other in such an improper way. Their bodies were warm and a small layer of sweat appeared along the boys' inner thighs.
Pietro looked at Lance hungrily. He wasn't scared…not with Lance. It'd been years since he had been abused and raped by his father. Lance was different. He was gentle He cared. Pietro took a deep breath and spread his legs apart. He lifted his legs atop of Lance's shoulders. " Are you sure Pietro?" Lance asked before he proceeded. The younger of the two nodded.
Lance had Pietro lick his first two fingers. He carefully pushed one inside of the speed demon. Then he slowly added another, moving them in and out. Pietro stiffened at first, but soon he came to enjoy it. He rocked his hips lightly, begging Lance to go deeper. Lance retracted his hands. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a small tube of his own personal lube. He squeezed some out and lathered it along his length. The tip of Lance now hovered over Pietro opening, and he looked up at Pietro one last time. Pietro nodded and Lance entered the other teen. Pietro flinched, but relaxed once it was fully in. After a couple seconds passed, the younger one pushed his hips closer to the senior, making him go further inside of him. Lance took that as an okay and he pushed. It started excruciatingly slow; Lance was trying not to go just by the tight muscles around him. But the movement quickened. Faster and harder. Lance wrapped his hands around Pietro's dick and started to stroke it with at the same pace as them. Stars danced around Pietro's eyes, and Lance's were clenched so tight. He squinted one eye and saw Pietro covered in sweat, his pale skin glistening. Despite the scars, he was utterly beautiful, with his sapphire eyes dancing and with one quick glance at each other. Lance came into Pietro with one final thrust. Pietro followed with his seed covering Lance's hand and stomach.
They sat there for a couple minutes, panting and savoring the silence; hearing the erratic breath level out. It was beautiful. Lance lovingly kissed Pietro on the forehead. Lance pulled out of Pietro; both feeling the emptiness, as they weren't connected. It felt so right. He went and positioned himself onto his back and Pietro leaned over and wrapped his arms around Lance's neck while resting his head on his heart. The heartbeat soothed him, he heard it settle, and his heart and breathing matched his.
" Oh, Pietro…I forgot. Is you're leg okay?" Lance said, sitting up quickly.
Pietro smiled. He reached over for a pad and pencil he had left on Lance's desk. ' It feels okay, but I hurt it a bit. But if I put the cast back on and relax it, it should be fine. Lance got up and picked up the cast he had set on his chair earlier. (AN: In case you didn't know…a walking cast, is more like a huge, tight brace. It works like a cast, but you're able to take if off for showers and stuff like that. Seriously, my friend has had one many of times.) He placed it back onto Pietro's hurt leg correctly.
Pietro wrote out 'Thanks'.
" Anytime." Lance crawled back in bed with Pietro. He watched as his counterpart fell asleep in his arms. But Lance couldn't sleep. His mind was still racing with questions. How long had Pietro been cutting? Was he trying to kill himself? Did anyone else know? Why did Pietro cut? Why? Why would he want to? A few tears feel down the senior's cheek at the thought. He declared that he would protect him from then on. He would never get hurt again as long as he was around.
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WHOOOO. I decided to be nice and give you a nice long chapter since it took me awhile to update. Though I guess for me, it's pretty quick, but still! Yah! Well, hoped you liked!!! Hands out pixie sticks Yah! I did a sex scene. Seriously tell me…was it any good. I mean, I've done them in the past, but nobody really commented on the actual sex scene. Are they any good…or am I completely off? Hmm? Anyway! Go me! I'm in a good mood, but with that I've become dangerous. I've started three two new stories. One for Gravitation and one for Harry Potter. Both slash. Though actually Gravitation is an actual male/male manga book. Tons o' fun. Well, I've rambled enough. PLEASE REVIEW. I'll try and have the next chap up soon.
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