Act On Impulse

The Love Scene

Lance was looking for Scott. He wasn't at the X-mansion hospital for some reason. Lance had woken up in a bed he distinctly remembered Scott being in with him. He still smelt Scotts aftershave on the pillows.

Lance wandered down the halls. He stopped at Scotts room.

Nope.

Lance groaned and went back to his room. The door swung open – Lance readied a vibration bolt in his head, wincing as it formed. Then he entered the room. He stopped Scott was sitting on the couch in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. He was wearing his glasses of course but his hair was less coiffed then usual.

"Hi" Scott said.

Lance stared and dispersed the virbo-bolt out of sheer surprise.

"Mack gave me her advice on what to wear…" he stood up. The shorts were very, very short. "She – she – um – suggested I forgo underwear". Lance found his jeans a whole lot tighter. "And she said she left a box for you…"

Lance raised a finger to pause Scott and ran into his bedroom, there was a box on the bed with Mackenzie's looping, slanted script on it. "Use Wisely". He opened the box. Olive oil? Whipped Cream? Oh…My…God… floated through his brain.

"Lance?"

Lance turned around.

"Mack Sent them?"

"Yeah"

"Oh" Scott nodded. He peeled off his T-shirt. "Good."

Lance felt his heart jump he reached out and touched Scott's cheek. "You're real" he murmured. "I thought it was a telepath's sick twisted joke -" he narrowed his eyes. "You're not Mystique are you?"

"No" Scott said. He kissed Lance.

"Nope. That's my Scottie's kiss" Lance murmured. He took off the glasses and stared into the eyes of the guy he really guessed he loved. He kissed Scott gently…Scott pushed Lance's shirt off and kissed down the neck and along the shoulder of he taller boy. His fingers inched into the space bwteen Lance's trousers and his skin. Lance gasped at the touch and then felt his jeans drop. He slid his hands to Scotts hips and kissed the man as he slid down the shorts. The press into his stomach was definitely not a gun.

Scott was happy to see him.

Lance spun Scott around and landed him on the bed, kissing him passionately as he wriggled out of his boxers. He didn't break the kiss until he absolutely had to. It was addictive but anyone who tried to put him in rehab for it would lose important anatomical parts.

Like the one he'd wrapped his hand around. Scott gasped his name and bit down on Lance's shoulder. The rock tumbler pressed against Scott, grasping both their members and gently pumping them together. Scott was sucking on Lance's neck when suddenly he arched back and gasped. Lance smiled then went blind for a moment. He blinked and shuddered. They were sticky – and still up for it.

"Want you" Scott said. He flipped Lance over and sat on top. Lance blinked in surprise, Scott licked Lance's fingers for him. "I've wanted you since…geez…forever" he laughed. "I think it was…yeah. Rae knew – and Jubilee they bought me a book on the Kama Sutra for my birthday last year"

Lance thanked every God that sprang to mind.

"Learn anything interesting?"

"We have enough time to go through that" Scott said. "Provided this isn't a one-"

"It's not I want you for good" Lance said as he touched Scotts hips. Scott's hand had disappeared for a moment…suddenly he dropped down and whimpered. The scented lotion Mack had sent (in her infinite wisdom) had been behind Scott's back, he'd really gotten the drop on Lance (in a literal sense). Lance slid into the heat and suddenly felt like he was floating.

"Oh…" he managed. Scott had his eyes shut and was staring up at the ceiling. Lance gripped his lovers hips tighter and slowly started to move. The rhythm sped up, Scott grabbedhimself and began to whisper Lance's name like Mantra.

Lance had never felt anything like the explosion of pleasure he got next. Scott gasped and fired off onto Lance's chest before falling forwards. Lance wrapped his arms around Scott and tugged the covers around him.

Scott lay with his head on Lance's chest, outlining the muscles under the sallow skin. "I love you" Lance said.

"Love you too" yawned Lance. He wrapped his arms around Scott and held him close. As Scott fell asleep lance shut his eyes…


"Pi. Stop. Pi! PI! PPPPPIIIIIII" Evan's shouts got Scott awake. Lance was fittingly sleeping like a rock. With a yawn Scott slipped out of bed and pulled on his shorts. He had a funny glow under his skin (metaphor) and he didn't hurt all that much…Lance had been perfect. He walked to the door and pulledit open. Evan and Pietro fell in, Evans shirt was pushed up and his trousers and boxers were down. Pietro's fly was open with Little Pietro out and in hand and his mouth was still on Evans crotch.

"Uh. Thought we'd stop in and say h----oh" Evan whimpered as Pietro continued unperturbed.

"I'll leave you two to – LANCE!"

Lance was standing in the archway to the bedroom watching the two mutants going at it. He smiled at Scott, walked over, hooked his fingers in Scotts waistband and tugged him towards the bedroom. Lance was still naked.

Scott joined him.

They didn't get out of bed for another few hours.

And No telepath was willing to delve in to see what was happening. Pity most of the interested parties weren't telepaths. They just queued up at the door.


Two months Later

Island X – in the Bermuda Triangle

Amidst the ancient ruins of an alien civilization that had been risen from the sea by the evil schizophreniac mutant X (now Mickey De Marquis – yeah talk about your checkered pasts) in front of the tallest tower seats of marble and an arch of crystal and stone had been decorated with alien flowers. Mickey had redirected the island to outside the triangle with the power of his TK (and his brothers) and had it decorated for his wedding day.

He was fiddling with the cufflinks on his white shirt. He was dressed all in white of course but that was just him. Mackenzie had insisted he wear white for some reason.

Scott rolled his eyes and helped him fiz the cufflinks.

"You're nervous, you've had psychic battles with Charles Xavier, faced off against Onslaught, the Phoenix and a fleet of Sentinels…are you really afraid of Mack?"

"yes" Mickey responded. Scott and Rae were his Groomsmen (he didn't want a best man so he chose two best men, Mack had decided that a fleet of bridesmaids was the fairest until the women voted for three others to be the bridesmaids chosen by the ones who'd surrendered the honour so Mickey and Rae didn't have to spring for 20 dresses and the brides.)

The Groomsmen had their work cut out for him, Rae had been forced to rush down the aisle only minutes ago to find Cassandra so she could psychically locate Mickey and put his wandering mind back in his unconscious mind. Meanwhile Mack had gotten cold feet and tried to jump out a window, shimmy down the side of the alien building, run across a courtyard, climb a wall cross a broken bridge and sprint the last few meteres to the heli-pad…Mystique and Kitty caught her at least.

Now it was time. Scott let Rae reassure his brother and went looking for Lance.

He found his boyfriend looking at the bizarre architecture of the dome the food would be served in. "Interesting?" Scott asked.

"Very" Lance said. He took Scotts hand and led him to a secluded alcove. Scott was pushed against the wall and kissed. A hand slid down his pants to squeeze on a sensitive spot.

"Hey enough of that" Dana said as she approached in her purple dress. "The grooms shackled to the alter, the bride's got a gun to her back let's rock and roll."

Scott nodded and tried to pull away. Reluctantly Lance let go and slipped out. He followed them back. "Once you're disorientated by the reception champagne and we're in our hotel room… your cute little ass will be all mine"

"Who said I needed champagne to let you have it?" Scott smirked. He kissed Lance and hurried up to the archway. Mack approached, Dr McCoy was giving her away, he looked very dapper in his tuxedo and he strode with her calmly.

"Dude?" Alex leaned across to Lance. "Dream can, like morph her clothes…right?"

"And her body - yeah"

"So…is that an actual dress?"

"Yeah"

"So all the other times we've seen her she's been naked?"

"Yeah?"

Lance could picture Alex imagining every time he'd seen her lazing about or every time he'd shaken her hand, kissed her cheek or hugged her after a battle. His eyes went wide. Unlike Lance Mrs X could actually SEE what he was thinking. She had been dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief from her black purse. She swatted him with that purse then went back to dabbing.

Lance smirked and looked up at Mickey. He was actually floating a few feet off the ground as Mack approached in a long narrow silk gown with a white top hat and dainty net and pearl veil over her eyes. She had a diamond pendant on her neck and she was looking excited…the fact she looked anything was amazing for Mack.

Lance looked up at Scott who was standing with Rae in Rigid Cyclops Mode. The RCM could be fun in the sack but lance couldn't resist breaking it. He made a tongue in cheek movement and Scott shifted a little. Lance shook his head and bobbed his head to Scotts side.

Scott glanced at Rae who raised his eyebrows and smiled a little. There was a flicker in Rae's eyes and a three way telepathic link opened.

You aren't allowed think like that about guys I'm hanging around with LANCE! Scott exclaimed.

Aw come on aren't you curious about the dynamics of three people...? Lance pressed.

I amn't Rae said. Silence.

Scott and Lance stared at Rae who smiled softly. Scott smiled at Lance who smiled back.

Love you Scottie

Love you rockhead

Uh...so about that three-

No Lance... Scott looked at Rae who was handing the rings to his brother while giving them their telepathic link. His eyex drifted over the body. Well...uh...

YES! I'm corrupting you...still love you though

Still love you too

Good to know

THE END