Mishaps of Otto and Jett: Game Night

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the actual Marvel characters. Wish that I did, but I don't. I own Jett, and I own Floyd the octopus. I did not make up the game Bullshit, I just think that it is the most awesome card game on the face of the planet. Don't even try to tell me otherwise.

Notes: Well, guess that people are happy that I'm back. God it feels good to be writing fanfiction again. Has anybody seen Space Toaster? I think she still has one of my Jetts. Awe well, she can hold onto him for a while. I have plenty to spare! Well I would like to thank hpnjdevanescence, anacsadder, Ottea Octavius, and Agent Silver for all reviewing. I as always would like to thank anyone who did not choose to make a review but read the first chapter. Thanks and kudos to all!

Octo-Torture, up up and away!

By the time there was a knock on the door, some progress had been made. The most of Jett's smoked lung tissue had left through the window, though there was still a slight haze right at the ceiling. Jett had so far eaten an entire value pack of tic-tacks, and there was some improvement. Not a lot, but there was some.

But Otto was still not happy that Jett was still so persistent to grope him. What was he going to do about him while his friends were over? His children had made the lovely suggestion of ripping his gut open and using his own intestine as a noose to hang him from a lamp post. But that wouldn't be possible with the moron's contract in place. He considered putting him on a leash and tying him up someplace, but then he got the revolting image of Jett humping his leg placed in his mind. So all he had to do was wait out and see what happened.

Dear Lord, he was going to die tonight, he was sure of it.

Groaning he raced to the door and pushed Jett away so that he couldn't open the door before him. Taking a deep breath he opened the door quick enough to catch a glimpse of Quinton's face before a startled yelp escaped his lips.

Jett had just pinched his ass.

Again.

Without turning he used a tentacle to send the nasty punk flying and tried to force away the redness spreading across his cheeks. "Come on in." He said with forced calmness and stood aside with the door wide open so that they could enter.

He kept his eyes on the floor as they all tracked in, each giving him an odd look. The moment Max entered he flew over to his friend wrapping his arm around the man's neck and squeezing in what could be considered a typical male buddy greeting.

"Hey Ock! Why so blue?"

The only response he received was a combination of a groan and a guttural growl. Max looked confused while Mac and Quinton shared a look. Felecia watched the scientist for a moment and walked over to greet him.

"I'm getting the vibe that thing's aren't going very well." She said as she leaned forward to plant a light kiss on his cheek. But everyone was startled at a sudden flash of electric green on the other side of the room.

"Hey! Get off my Ock, bitches! Otto! Why does that guy and that piece of silicone trash get to touch you, and every time I innocently bump against you, you throw me across the room!"

The group simply looked at the glowing twenty-or-something year-old and Mac started snerking and slowly started to have a full out laughing fit. "I tol' ya 'e gets jealous!"

Quinton also barked into a loud round of laughter but Felecia's expression was full of contempt. The nerve! Calling her something so disgusting! And if this guy was what Octavius had to stay with, she could fully sympathize with the man.

"Otto! This guy's even worse than he was in the waiting room! Has he raped you, yet? And what's that nasty smell? It's like burnt green apples mixed with Windex and spearmint. Is it that shit the kid's breathing?"

Before Otto could answer Max's many questions; Jett's anger continued to rise and the green energy flamed around him. "Get your scummy hands off him! He's mine!"

"Shut up! You insufferable Neanderthal! I'm not yours. I'm not anybody's. And must I repeat myself over and over again? I. AM. NOT. GAY!"

The super villains found themselves standing back to watch this crazy soap opera unravel. Max quietly shut the door and stood back with the others to watch in fascination.

"But Otto, I told you would be mine. Chaos always gets what he wants. And you know that you want me. As I said in the car, you want me so bad that it hurts. Just admit it man, you wanna screw me. Nobody will think any less of you." Jett's green aura had receded into a dull glow around his body and his eyes had returned to their somewhat normal appearance. He was purring every word and slowly creeping towards the older man.

Otto was completely repulsed. This was horrifying when they were alone. But the moron was doing this in front of his friends. This was mortifying. Completely and utterly mortifying.

"Get away from me you freak. I've told you a million times. You're disgusting. You're perverted. Your constantly harassing me and groping me, I've told you hundreds of times that I do not like men, but you never cease your actions. And in the case if I did like men, which will never happen, I definitely never go for an ass like yourself.

Now, I warned you that I had company coming over. But you did this in front of them. I want you out of here until I figure out a perfect way of killing you without Stan firing me."

Felecia took a sudden step forward and put a slim hand on the scientist's shoulders that were shaking with surpressed rage.

"Leave kid. Leave now and I'll make sure that we find a way of dealing with you that doesn't include you dying."

Jett's sultry expression turned to one of acid as he looked at the beautiful woman's had resting delicately on Otto's shoulder. Energy unconsciously burst around him and his eyes went completely a shocking green.

"Get your whoring hands off of my man!"

All the villains looked at each other gaping. Then their own expressions turned to ones of complete and utter rage.

Oh yeah, this creep was going down. And he was going hard.

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Ooohhhh…Jett went too far right there. Will they kill him? Do you think they will kill him? Oh, I'm so evil.

Please R&R!

Stray-