Title: XCorps and Xavier's School for the Gifted: East
Chapter: 4 What?
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel comics or any of their stuff, however much I wish it. I do, however, own Tips, Others, and That Place, Sunny, and Rabbit. Tom is property of Gabriel.
Summary: Movie night leads to something else later on that none of our characters truly anticipated.
Tips screamed. Again. Which made the mood for horror movie night. You'd get a few screams out of Sunny, too, if it was one she hadn't seen in a long time, or at all. But Tom? No. Tom didn't scream. What Tom did was wait until a suspenseful moment and then, well...
Somebody was walking in a place where you just knew somebody else in the movie was killed. You just knew it. It was even playing that really creepy music. Tips was already hugging his legs, teeth chattering, where they all sat close on the floor in Sunny's room. It was easy enough. Closer... closer... "Gah!" Tom yelled, pushing Tips forward, which drew a loud scream from the other boy and sent both Sunny and her stepbrother into laughing fits.
"Tom," Tips pouted, "you scared me." Tom instantly felt just a little bit bad, with that look on Tips's face...
"Oh, Tips," Sunny interupted his thoughts, "it's just a movie. You'll be fine." She looked at Tom with that dumb smile on her face. "Why don't you two kiss and make up?"
Which earned her a pillow in the face from Tom, escalating into an all-out pillow war.
"Guys! Guys, stop it! Stop it, you're gonna-"
Crash.
Sunny fell backwards onto a lamp. Which got them laughing again until they finally sat back down to watch a movie.
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"What?"
"Nothing." Tips quickly looked away. Tom had been acting... well, wierd, lately. And now he was really growly and grouchy. Plus Sunny wasn't feeling well today, so she was out. It'd been a few weeks since the scary movie night. Tips was still having nightmares. Come to think of it, Tom's wierd attitude had started not long after that. And getting worse, and worse, and worse.
Tom sniffed. "You were staring at something," he snarled. What had him so aggitated lately?
Tips tried to swallow the fear in his throat. Really, he wasn't sure what Tom would do in this kind of a mood. "Really, I wasn't-"
"Tips, you were looking right at me. I'm not an idiot," he hissed, moving toward the other boy.
Eyes widening in fear, Tips tried again to defend himself. "Tom, I... really, I didn't mean, I'm not... Tom is something-" he was really fumbling for words now, not sure what wouldn't set Tom off and land him a fist in the face.
Tom was completely blocking him in now, he knew, as his back hit the wall. "Come on, Tips. Finish up. Is something...? I promise I won't hit you," he said as if reading Tips's mind, voice still menacing from his foul mood.
"Is something... wrong?" Tips ventured, still shaking with fear. "You've been acting... angry." He flinched, waiting for some outburst.
Tom blinked a few times. "Hm." He seemed to be thinking about this. "I'm not."
And before Tips could figure out what was going on, the taller boy's lips were pressed to his, tongue working its way inside his mouth.