Disclaimer: I still don't own it. I thought you people would have guessed that by now...
Yeah, I'm a horrible tease...but you all love me anyways. Right? Right. I was thinking of having a little Pieott going on here...for a chapter. I dunno though. Your guys' opinion? Oh, wow. I just noticed that I SAID this would be four chapters, but it so totally ISN'T going to be only four. Silly Angel. ::smacks head:: Ah, well! This is so obviously going to be much longer. Sadly, it IS just another Pietro wants Lance, Pietro works to get Lance while Lance tries to get Pietro, Scott watches Pietro from a distances, and Evan randomly appears to roam the streets and moo. Moo like his mother made him.
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Childrenwithblades: Yes, Pietro Ravishing IS good for the soul. Good like cheesecake. Mmm...cheesecake...
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"Okay. Just lay down on your stomach. There you go."
Pietro lay down, stripping his shirt off in the process. Lance marveled at the smooth span of flesh before him. Waiting for him, even. Gently, he ran his hands along the taunt muscles, feeling for knots. Massaging the bigger ones out, he noted that Pietro practically melted in his hands.
In all truth, Pietro would melt in almost anyone's hands when massaged, but when Lance's warm hands began to smooth the skin along his spin, Pietro thought he'd explode in happiness. And, on the plus side, Lance was touching him.
"Pietro, you really shouldn't have gone out there by yourself. I would have helped you, you know." Pietro muttered something along the lines of 'Sure ya would have', and Lance chuckled. He would have, and Pietro knew it, but the stubborn Romanian always had to do things by himself when he was angry. Lance knew it.
"Lance, what's wrong?" Lance looked down. During his whirlwind of thought, he'd stopped moving his hands along the younger teens back. "Nothing, Pietro. Just thinking." Pietro spun his body around so he lay on his back to look at Lance.
"That's a first." The younger teen stated, but Lance caught the smile and knew that the downy haired teen was only joking. In fact, Pietro looked somewhat interested in what could catch the older mutant's attention so. Perhaps Pretty Kitty Pryde?
"Thanks. You know, you're a real ego trip, yeah?" a short burst of laughter came form Lance, and Pietro rolled his eyes, pushing on Lance's stomach. The slender hands pushed him no more then an inch away when Pietro winced in obvious pain, and Lance caught his wrists and forced him to lay still.
"See, this is what you get for being such an egotistic prat. Hurts, don't it?" Pietro stuck his tongue out at Lance, and the dark haired teen grinned, easily flipping Pietro onto his stomach again. Pietro sighed as Lance's hands returned to their previous task, putting his face in his arms.
"Mmm. That feels really nice. Don't stop, or I'll...I'll...I'll rape you. I swear, I will." Lance raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as he continued rubbing away Pietro's pain. "Is that a promise?" he asked, and Pietro grinned. "You bet." He stated, and Lance snickered.
"Wouldn't really be rape then, would it?" Pietro rolled his eyes, smiling to himself. Yes, he did like Lance; he was cute, and funny, and he could even put up with Pietro for vast periods of time. This made Lance very good material for...oh, say dating. Yes, Pietro thought that Lance would make a good boyfriend; now, how to go about getting him?
"Lance, do you still like Kitty?" The question brought Lance out of his small, vividly imaginative Pietro-dream; causing him to blink in session and stare at Pietro in confusion. Pietro turned around again, a delicate eyebrow raised, as Lance thought a moment on what Pietro had asked.
"Well, she's a cute kid..." Pietro rolled his eyes. That wasn't what he had asked, and Lance knew it. Sitting up, he stared at Lance a moment.
"No. I mean, do you still pine away over her, stupid. Are you still hopelessly in love with that X-freak?" Lance raised an eyebrow, and Pietro huffed at him.
"Are you just going to sit there staring at me, or are you going to answer me, Lance? I wanna know, do you still like Katherine Pryde?" Lance chuckled, shaking his head.
"No, Pietro, I don't like Kitty any more. She's too...I dunno. Out of my reach. Too good for me." Pietro reached up and smacked Lance upside the head, causing Lance to stare at him in disbelief.
"Ouch! What was that for?" The older teen asked, rubbing his head as Pietro crossed his arms over his chest.
"You're too good for her, Lance. Not the other way around. You've gotta stop degrading yourself by chasing after her. I mean, sure, she seems nice and all, but would a nice girl keep you calling, and then tell you she wont date you? Would a nice girl tell you she likes you, but when her housemates pick a fight with you, wont even stick up for you? She's not a nice girl, Lance, face it. You just want her to be, because she's showing an interest in you." Lance stared at Pietro as he finished his rant.
"When did you get so smart, Pietro?" Lance asked, gently. Pietro looked at him, a small smile on his face as Lance sat down next to him.
"I always was, Lance. You just never really listened. Hey, lets do something. Something fun." Lance looked at Pietro, not sure whether he should be frightened or worried, or if he should be happy with the idea of Pietro wanting to do something.
He voted for the former.
"Like what, Pietro? You need to remember, there's still a lot of snow out there." Pietro rolled his eyes, not even bothering to answer Lance's question. Instead, he stood up, grabbing his shirt, he motioned for Lance to follow him upstairs.
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When Wanda and the others returned home, it was to a quiet house. Todd looked around upon entering; bags in hand and a smirk on his face.
"Either they killed themselves, yo, or their getting it on." Wanda smacked Todd upside the head, and the younger teen yelped.
"That's my brother you're talking about, you amphibian, and Lance. Do you honestly think they'd be doing something like that? You perverted frog." Todd winced at the names, and followed Wanda into the kitchen.
"But Cuddle bumps, Can't you just see it? They want each other so bad, it hurts. Someone as loving as you should see it!" Wanda stared at him, pondering if maybe she'd zapped him a little to hard on the way home. Herself? Loving?
"Right. Anyways, you guys start putting away the groceries. I need to use the washroom. Do it right this time, will you?"
All three looked up at the ceiling, though, when they heard Pietro yelp.
"Don't put it in there, Lance! It won't fit! It's way to big!"
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.....I am so evil. But I decided to update this before someone ate my shoe. I need shoes. I really do. So read and review!
