Disclaimer: I own none of those cute lil' X-men.

Well, this is my first fanficcy...read and review, please? It's kind of...dirty O.o' Sorry if it offends.

Feel free to flame, if you must, but I would prefer more helpful criticism. : )

-Meli

Chapter 1: Such stuff that Dreams are made of

The peeling paint and broken shutters were silent for now, and the stained walls and dirty carpet made no sounds. Broken stairs let out not a squeak, and furniture settled into quiet ease. At four in the morning, there was peace in the brotherhood home. Mice scuttled here and there on padded paws, chasing beetles and pieces of fluff that fluttered off into the air. Calm spread like a muffled moan across the house. In each of their rooms, the members of the could each be heard breathing respectively.

Lance's mouth was full of whistles tonight, with each breath he emitted his stuffy nose sighed a high-pitched squeal, quiet and unnoticeable. Pietro snored with ferocity, but straight into his pillow. Lying on a mattress, since no bed short of steel could support his frame, Freddy drooled his dreams away. Wanda slept in the fetal position, knees tucked to her chin, sorrowful eyes silent and motionless behind lids clenched shut.

The quiet would soon drive him to madness. Todd lay on his back, wide bloodshot eyes staring at the ceiling as his right foot twitched with boredom. Most nights he got a few hours of sleep, if he was lucky. He'd tried reading; his mind couldn't focus so late at night. Then he'd tried the television, but Wanda being the light sleeper she was, he'd been hexed back into his bedroom in a rather forceful manner. The tube didn't help, anyway. Todd got antsy at night; energetic. He found it impossible to lie still, but tried his damnedest for Wanda's sake. The last thing that girl needed was to be sleep-deprived. So he'd tried running at night, along the street. Sleep after a run came easily enough. That worked perfectly, until a gang of bastards beat the living hell out of the frog mutant and put an end to his running.

Todd put both hands over his face, rubbing the skin around, and tried to think about sleep. Imagine pillows and sheep; gentle things, things to drop him into the abyss of rest. Soft, sweet, kind things; puppies, kittens, soft and touchable things; lips, skin, breath...He jerked in bed, eyes opening. Damn it, those kinds of thoughts were certainly not going to get him to sleep.

Todd bounced a bit on his bed, hips rising and falling. This just tweaked his arousal, thoughts of women flooding his head again. Todd wondered for the thousandth time why he was always so damn horny at night. Maybe he had some sexual mutant abilities, in combination with his froggy-powers. The teenage mutant let out a quiet moan at the thought; what a terrible grouping that would be! To have supernatural skills in bed, but a horror to look on in the day. What woman would ever go to bed with him, willingly, even as a pity case?

Angrily, he grabbed his semi-erect penis and massaged it, allowing it to grow to a full-up hard-on. He could feel the muscles in his body begin to relax, and a tingling feeling creep through his flesh. So the mutant began to massage himself harder, mind disapating into crisp white warmth. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, fantasizing about women. His woman. She would have full, flowing blond hair with plump red lips; yes. Her eyes would be...he could see them in his mind...God, those eyes would be the darkest brown, deep and so pure he could lose himself forever gazing into them. Todd let out a small sigh, hand moving faster. His woman would be no taller than he was, she would be just big enough, just the right size. With large, lovable hips and small, perky breasts. Her stomach...his mouth turned up in a smile as it let out lusting breaths...her tummy would be petite, a bit round, and soft to touch. He could imagine touching her, feeling her, kissing her all over her wonderful little body. Pressing that body, nude, against his in total abandon to one-another. With the image of his woman imprinted in his mind, Todd came into his boxers. His eyes squeezed shut and then opened wide. For a brief moment in orgasm he could see her; his girl, his lady. He longed for her, wished for her, needed her like air water or food; at that moment Todd would have grasped the stars and pulled them from their peaceful heavens if it meant he could wrestle her from fate's greedy clutches.

Then the seconds of bliss were gone. Todd lay there, his breathing irregular. He turned his round head to look out the window, and saw the sun's first rays touch the dark sky's hue, dusting it a pale blue. The last of the stars were fading from the sky. His green eyes closed, brow furrowed, and he tried to sleep. Ten minutes passed, twenty, half an hour. Todd's eyes fluttered open again, from a black and empty dream. The clock now read 5 in the morning. He supposed it was as good a time as any to get up.

R&R please...the next chapter will be up no sooner than 8/1; I'm gonna be out of town. : )