The Chicks Dif the OTHER Fuzzy Dude

Chapter 5: Fuzzy Dude and Hellfire

By

The Uncanny R-Man

Disclaimer- All familiar characters belong to Marvel.

Shout Outs-

GothikStrawberry- I'm sure that Rahne and Sharon will get along, they only fell out over a guy. Heh.

TheLegendaryManHimself- With a foster mother like Emma, Sharon would be open about her feelings. Plus, the whole cat-girl thing only heightens things.

Agent-G- Yup, I'm going a new way with the Hellfire Club, no fight against Selene and Blackheart for one but Selene will make an appearance this chapter.

Xavier's-

Hank was standing in the foyer anxiously waiting for Emma. They were due to go to a party being held at the Hellfire Club's headquarters in Manhattan. Although Emma had left the spotlight, she still held the title of the White Queen and was invited to all of their major parties, even though she wasn't an active part of it anymore.

Emma had convinced Hank that they should get ready separately as she had a special surprise for him. Hank's mind whirled at whatever surprise Emma had for him. And knowing Emma, the surprise would be something different altogether.

Hank smoothed some imaginary creases out of his tuxedo for the umpteenth time and checked his reflection in the mirror. Hair suitable styled and combed? Check. Teeth nice and squeaky clean? Check. Breath suitably minty fresh? Check again.

If everything was so okay, why was Hank so nervous? Okay, this was technically his first date with Emma since they got back together again, and his first date since he turned into a fuzzy blue ape. Oh God, how would the Hellfire Club react to their White Queen dating an unusually-coloured ape?

'There's really no need to fret so, Henry. You look quite fetching.'

Hank spun on his heel to see Emma walk down the stairs. He couldn't see how she was dressed as she had a fur-lined cloak wrapped around herself.

'Mmm, quite fetching.' Emma purred as she ran a hand down Hank's arm. 'Lucky that we've already had out fill of sex tonight or I would be tearing that tuxedo straight off of you.'

Hank turned an unusual shade of purple as he blushed furiously.

'Emma, please. Don't say things like that.' Hank hissed. 'The students could hear.'

'Oh let them hear.' Emma replied. 'I'm sure that they've heard worse, what with their MTV and late-night porn.'

'I thought Charles had all those channels locked out.' Hank said.

'Well somebody had them unlocked.' Emma replied. 'I don't know who…'

'Quite.' Hank replied sceptically. 'Shall we depart milady?' Hank asked as he offered Emma his arm.

'Depart we shall.' Emma replied as she took Hank's arm and walked out towards the waiting limousine that would take them to Manhattan.

The chauffer held the door open for them as they climbed into the car. Hank marvelled at the décor, the upholstery was all in white and there were even white curtains on the tinted windows.

'I gather you approve?' Emma asked, as if she sensed Hank's thoughts.

'Well it's certainly… cosy.' Hank replied, gently squeezing the seat with one hand.

'I should hope it is cosy.' Emma said. 'This is my own personal limousine.'

'Really?' Hank asked. 'You have your own personal limousine?' Man, he had better marry Emma quickly; he could be rolling in cash soon.

'And a Porsche.' Emma replied. 'Not to mention a nice little yacht stationed in the Bahamas. There's also my personal jet. My own personal carriage on the Orient Express. A private penthouse suite in the Ritz. A villa in Monte Carlo. Oh, and there's the Lamborghini. That's my favourite. Have I covered everything?'

Hank's mouth fell open at the amount of Emma's property.

'Henry, are you okay?' Emma asked, patting him on the thigh gently.

'I-I'm fine.' Hank replied. 'I didn't realise how prosperous you were.'

'Well I did play the Stock Market a little when I was part of the Hellfire Club.' Emma said offhandedly. 'It made me a nice little nest egg.'

'Little?' Hank chuckled. 'You could create an omelette to feed most of Africa with that nest egg.'

'I'm sure it's not that big.' Emma chuckled modestly. 'It's really nothing.'

Hank just shot Emma an amazed look and noticed the mini-fridge sat beside him.

'Champagne?' he offered.

'Don't mind if I do.' Emma replied as Hank poured out some glasses.

'Cheers.' They both said as they klinked their glasses together.

'Mmm, Dom Perignon, my favourite.' Emma smiled, licking her lips. 'You can't get better than drinking Dom Perignon in a limousine with the man you love.'

'I agree.' Hank replied. 'Apart from the man part…'

Emma just chuckled at that and sat back to enjoy the ride.

Hellfire Club HQ, Manhattan-

The building that housed the West Coast headquarters of the Hellfire Club was a huge place. It was originally meant to be a place where society's elite could gather without the constraints of the outside world. Unknown to the general public, and all but the most senior members of the club, it was actually a haven for filthy rich mutants.

Hank looked out of the window in wonder at the size of the place. He had seen mansions before but nothing like this, the Hellfire Mansion beggared description.

The limousine stopped and the chauffer opened the door once more. Hank stepped out and helped Emma disembark.

'Ready to meet the Hellfire Club?' Emma asked.

'As ready as I'll ever be.' Hank replied.

Emma took Hank's arm once more and ambled into the building.

Guarding the door to the Hellfire Club was a pair of oddly dressed men. They were dressed in bodysuits that were purple in the most part with red highlights. On their faces they wore expressionless masks, concealing their identities.

'Lovely to have you back with us, your majesty.' One of the guards nodded.

'Why thank you Reece.' Emma replied. 'That's most kind of you.'

'Enjoy the party.' Reece nodded.

'Oh, I intend to.' Emma chuckled.

Hank took in his surroundings. There were several colossal crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Hank would have hated to be the guy that cleaned those things. Below their feet was a beautiful marble floor. The floor was so expertly polished that it was quite difficult to keep your footing. Add to that the life-size statues of various members of the Inner Circle, then you could be sure that the Hellfire Club wasn't for peasants.

As soon as they reached the warmth of the building, Emma unwrapped her cloak form around herself, revealing her attire to Hank for the first time. Hank's heart almost stopped at the sight. Emma was dressed in a very low-cut bodice. It was amazing that Emma managed to keep herself contained in such a small garment. Her cleavage seemed to be fighting to escape at that very moment. Hank quickly moved on to the rest of Emma's attire… As well as the white leather bodice, she was wearing a pair of skimpy white panties. Add to that some high-heeled thigh-length boots, opera gloves and a diamond clasp that kept Emma's cloak around her neck, then you could see why she was called the White Queen.

'I trust you approve?' Emma asked coyly.

'A-aren't you cold?' Hank asked, finally finding his voice.

'Not particularly.' Emma replied. 'I'll be fine just as long as I have you to snuggle up to.'

Hank smiled at that and allowed himself to be led into the ballroom where a small crowd had gathered.

'Ah Emma, glad to see that you can make it.'

Hank turned to see an immaculately dressed man with brown hair styled into a ponytail walk up and kiss Emma twice on the cheeks.

'And this must be Henry McCoy, I trust you enjoyed your journey?'

'I-it was… nice.' Hank replied, struggling for a reply.

'Henry, this is Sebastian Shaw, the Black King.' Emma explained.

'The building is quite impressive, Mr Shaw.' Hank said.

'Oh please, call me Sebastian.' Shaw replied. 'And yes, this building has been in my family for many years.'

'My, my, my, don't we look delectable as ever?'

'Hello Pierce.' Emma sighed.

'Excuse me, Sebastian.' Donald Pierce the White King, said, barging past the Black King rather rudely and kissing Emma on the hand. 'Always a pleasure, m'dear.'

'I wish I could say the same.' Emma replied.

'Oh, you wound me madam.' Pierce said, clutching his heart dramatically.

'She'll do more than wound you if you don't leave, Pierce.' Shaw warned.

'Well I can see that I'm not wanted here.' Pierce sniffed before turning on his heel with a flick of his blonde pony-tailed hair and sauntering away.

'You'll have to accept my apologies for Pierce over there.' Sebastian sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. 'I honestly don't know what possessed me to name him White King.'

'Shall we see you later Sebastian?' Emma asked.

'You can bet on it my dear.' Shaw replied. 'I'll be talking to Tessa if you need me. See you later, Henry.'

'Sebastian.' Hank nodded.

'Shall we mingle, Henry?' Emma asked, clutching Hank close.

'Mingle we shall.' Hank replied.

Later-

Emma and Hank had just finished a waltz and were mingling separately. Hank had just snagged a glass of champagne form a passing waitress clad in a skimpy French maid's costume when the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

'My, my, we must be Ms Frost's new consort.' A sultry voice purred.

Hank turned around to see a raven-haired woman standing before him. Like the other female members of the Hellfire Club, she was dressed in skimpy lingerie, but this time in black. The woman also had piercing ice-blue eyes that seemed to bore straight through Hank.

'Selene.' The raven-haired woman said, offering her hand. 'I'm the Black Queen.'

'Henry McCoy.' Hank replied as he took Selene's hand and kissed it. Hank thought that he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body as he touched his lips against the woman's hand but just shook it off as too much drink.

'Charmed I'm sure.' Selene said. 'I believe that you teach at that little school for mutants in Westchester?'

'Well, I try my bets.' Hank replied modestly. 'But it's a living.'

'It must be a lonely life.' Selene said, stepping closer and gently stroking Hank's arm. 'Mmm, firm.'

Hank cleared his throat nervously and attempted to move away but her felt Selene's gaze holding him in place. Fortunately, Emma was there to save him.

'Ah Henry, there you are. Come along, it's almost time to go…'

'It was nice meeting you.' Selene said, blowing Hank a kiss.

'Is it really time to go?' Hank asked. 'But we have hardly met anybody. I heard that Tony Stark himself is here.'

'Yes, yes, Iron Man is a member of the Hellfire Club.' Emma replied, waving her hand as you would to dismiss a servant. 'I ad to get you away form Selene, she's a man-eater.'

'I'm sure she's not that bad.' Hank replied.

'She is, trust me.' Emma replied. 'She sucks the life out of people. She's a psionic vampire.'

'Oh, good job you got me in time then.' Hank said. 'Shall we go?'

'Yes, let's go back to the nice, safe X-Mansion.' Emma replied.

As the pair hurried along the halls, they passed a pale woman with her raven locks piled atop her head. She was talking to an imposing-looking man with short red hair.

'I always knew that the White Queen had unusual tastes in men, but this is quite surprising.' The red-haired man said.

'I do not see how you are one to judge, Norman.' The pale woman replied. 'Perhaps now is the time to mention your more… illegal pursuits, Mr Osborn?'

'I told Shaw nobody was to mention that, Tessa.' Norman Osborn hissed. 'I thought this was a haven for society's elite, away from the rules and constraints of thw outside world.'

'Well Shaw must had neglected to mention that to me.' Tessa sniffed. 'Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do. Oh, and if you ever threaten me again, you will learn what real Hellfire is like…'

Norman just gulped nervously as Tessa sauntered away. As Sebastian Shaw's personal aide, she had the power to back up her threats.

'I knew I should have accepted Fisk's offer of joining his little team.' Norman muttered as he slunk away.

TBC…

Next: Hanky-Panky

The origin of Emma Frost. Emma tells Hank how her powers manifested amidst a turbulent family life with an over-bearing father, a manipulative older sister, a drug addict brother, a rebellious younger sister and an oblivious alcoholic mother.