X-Men-First Class: Rise or Fall
Chapter Sixty Six
Author's Word: I post tonight with a solemn heart. As the rest of you may have read in the reviews, Tom's sister passed away giving birth to baby Daren. I offer Tom's family my continuous prayers and support. God bless, God rest.
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Parakeets chirping, an air of spice and total warmth floated in through the wide open window. Sunlight sprayed across the bed, triggering Raven's eyelids into revealing the yellow pupils. Feeling quite a few additional pounds over her, she used the fingers on one hand to eliminate the blurs fogging her vision.
Taking in Hank's handsome face right next to her own, Raven felt everything inside tingle. She spread a hand down from his brown hair all the way across his bare back.
Alerted by her hand, Hank became animated. With no need to open his eyes yet, he went to work adorning his wife's neck with kisses. She reached a peck to the corner of his mouth.
Hank let off a contented moan, gazing upon her. "I had a dream like this."
"How did it end?"
"It will never end." Hank propped himself up by his elbows. "How did you sleep?"
"On a fluffy pink cloud," she told him in a fanciful tone "Surrounded by stars. They were blue, like your eyes."
"Like you." He connected the tips of their noses. "Do you want to shower?"
"Yes." She then added coyly, "Later."
Developing the heavy breathing of a man on a pleasure mission, Hank lowered deeper, pressing his large chest to her breasts. The moment he got in, Raven's eyes bulged and her lips quivered. She tossed the free arm she had across his back and dug her fingernails into his flesh. Though the experience felt harsh at points, her legs wrapped around one of his to keep him in place for as long as possible.
Able to sense whenever it became painful, Hank kissed her on the lips down to the chin. He felt her erupt under him several times, but did not end it for nearly another half hour. Then he stayed attached to her for a few more minutes.
At last, he pulled out and took her into his arms. "Did I do satisfactory?"
Unable to formulate words at first, Raven exclaimed, "Oh God! I didn't think anything could top last night, but holy cow, fish, and elephant!"
"Did I hurt you?" Hank kissed along her arm.
"The best part," she assured him. "And me?"
Hank brought her near to his lips to growl into her ear. "You broke every boundary of any fantasy I ever entertained about us. This body," Hank danced a finger over the blue skin, "I can't believe it's mine now."
Raven's face became ninety percent grin. "And my feet!"
"Oh no you don't." Hank seized her by the middle as soon as she lunged for his mutated appendages.
"No, no, no, no." She wriggled vigorously. "Miiine."
Hank rubbed her bottom and thighs. "They have to be washed for you first."
"What is my lousy tongue for then?" she sulked.
"Getting you into trouble." He lifted her up. "And this." He kissed her.
Raven touched the part of him that had just provided her with pleasure. "My new bath toy. Squishy."
Hank's heartbeat sped up. "Keep doing that and it will be as cuddly as a log."
"It's like magic." Raven's eyes twinkled. "Squishy, hard, squishy, hard."
"Wet, wettest," he joined in with a teasing smirk.
She slapped his bicep. "Your fault."
"Should I be ashamed?" He kissed behind her shoulder. "Bath or shower?"
"Hmm," Raven considered. "Shower. I'll get to see more of you."
Hank put an arm out cordially. "After you."
Raven shook her head hard. "Forget it. You first." She fluttered her eyelashes. "Please, husband?"
Hank moaned mock grudgingly. "If I must." He gently moved her off his lap.
Getting up, the scientist gave his wife a full frontal pose followed by his backend. Raven jumped excitedly, heating right up. Hank hoisted her up to carry into the bathroom, her arms going around his neck in turn.
They climbed into the avocado green bathtub together and Raven turned on the shower, adjusting it to mild. Hank gripped the large bottle of coconut wash and poured generous amounts over both their heads. He used both hands to lather and scrub the beautiful blue body before him. Raven knelt to clean his parts for him.
"Big Beast. That is what I'll call him," she decided, washing the stray soap from the long fleshy joint.
Hank smirked. "And what do I get to call my new friend? Miss Mystique?"
"No!" Raven got back up, eyeing him fiercely. "Every single inch of me is Mrs., mister." She stayed still as he lightly pushed her up against the side wall. "In here?"
"Practice proceeds perfection." Hank burrowed his face in-between her breasts as he entered her.
Raven quickly began to collapse, completely overcome by him as well as the new position. Hank had to make use of his reflexes before she fell altogether. Misjudging his step, he slipped but kept tight arms around Raven. He toppled over and out of the tub and onto his back, his head just missing the sink.
"Are you alright?" Raven asked in alarm, safely on top of him.
"Yes." He played in her wet red hair. "I didn't want you to touch the floor."
Raven kissed the center of his chest. "Can I try now?"
Hank nodded, rolling his head back as his wife sent him into ecstasy.
IIIIIII
Shuffling through the mail, Sean came into the living room and sat on the arm of the couch. Becky and Joey had the TV on, laughing at the Flintstones.
Sean stopped to watch with them then noticed one envelope. "Oh, cool. Dr. King sent a card for Hank and Raven."
"Let me see." He handed it over and Becky read, "Mr. and Mrs. McCoy." She smiled. "It's so cool how girls get to change names when they get married."
"Anybody can change their name, Curls," Sean told her. "And not just for marriage."
She squinted curiously. "Really?"
"Name change has been going on for thousands of years. In the Bible, God made Abram into Abraham, Sarai into Sarah, Jacob into Israel. Some of my great aunts and uncles took English last names just to find work in this country." Sean looked through the rest of the mail. "Ugh, bills. This looks like a job for two headmasters I know." He got up and left to distribute.
Becky turned to the child on her left. "Did you hear that?"
Joey stayed focused on the TV and said, "We're too little to pay the bills."
"Not that, what Seanie said," the girl clarified. "I want to change my name like Raven did."
"To what?" Joey wondered.
"Rebecca Anya Lehnsherr. It's what Papa would have named me. He told me so."
"That's neat." Joey looked to think about something for a second. "I wonder if Daddy will rename me. And Mum, too."
"Papa's in town and Auntie Em is busy with the workmen. Let's ask after dinner," Becky proposed.
"Okay!" Joey agreed, positively aglow over their plan.
IIIIIII
Done cramming his second foot into the special outdoor shoe, Hank looked up in time to see Raven slip on a pink rimmed sunhat that matched her short floral dress.
"What?" She saw him staring.
"Very fascinating headwear," he commented with a wriggle of his spectacles.
Raven sashayed about, one hand on a hip. "You don't like it?"
Hank brought her to him with one arm. "I prefer what's directly under it."
"I know." Raven kissed his jaw. "But we have to go shopping."
"Yes, dear." Hank bounced the car keys in his hand.
The McCoy couple made their way outside to the garage port and loaded into the dark blue jeep Erik had also provided them with in the lovely wedding getaway package. It did not take them long to make it into the nearby town from their snug isolated bungalow.
"Look, baby." Raven pulled on Hank the moment they got out of the car in the shopping strip. She pointed out a fruit stand. "Those are the biggest, freshest berries I have ever seen."
"Grown from my own farm, senorita," the vendor told her.
"Es senora," Hank informed as they came over. "Ella es mi esposa." He put his arm across Raven's shoulders. "Ayer."
"Si, congratulación, senor," the man grinned. "Su esposa es bella."
"Muchas gracias," Raven returned, leaning into Hank's side. After they purchased two large bags of fruit, she brought up, "They do speak English here, showoff."
Hank placed the bags on the backseats of the car before turning to envelope her with his arms. "I want every language from every tribe across every nation to know you are my wife."
Raven reached up to yank at the collar of his polo. "I'm all yours forever, Hank McCoy."
"And I yours, Raven McCoy." He took her hand. "Come on."
Going to the butcher shop then general store, they bought everything they presently needed.
When they made it back to the bungalow, Raven prepared their first mean since arriving in Puerto Rico the night before. She cut and sliced bananas, strawberries, pineapples, and mangos on a dish with a bowl of vanilla yogurt in the middle. She also made them sandwiches from turkey and Swiss cheese. After getting out the bottle of milk, Raven carried the food out to where Hank waited at their small circular table by the living area.
"Give me that." Hank took most of the objects from her and placed them on the table. "You should not have to exert yourself so. You already made us such a lovely meal."
"You know I love cooking for you." Raven took a seat in his lap after he returned to his chair.
"You do too much." Hank dipped a strawberry into the yogurt and put it to her lips. "We have that barbeque out back. I could grill for us."
"Mmm." Raven bit the majority of the white soaked berry off. "Then what can I do?"
"Be beautiful," Hank responded, starting in on his sandwich.
"How 'bout a challenge I can handle?"
Hank removed his glasses and fixed her with a look. "You're going to pay dearly for that remark."
She quickly hugged his head. "I was only kidding."
"No." He moved her to face him again. "I won't allow my wife to put herself down so disparagingly. I already didn't care for it when we were dating."
As soon as they finished eating, Hank carried Raven away from the dishes and into the living room. He lay her on the couch then stood up straight. She looked on as he stripped out of his shirt, shorts, and boxers. He then wordlessly slipped her dress up and off of her. Hank lowered the purple satin panties down the blue thighs and ankles. Getting on her, Hank used his teeth to get the bra off.
The young husband started his work, pumping into her with whole new vigor. Raven had to wonder just what those farmers had injected into their all too fresh fruits. Hank displayed a power now that no mutation could ever account for.
When her first explosion came, she uttered, "Hank, baby… God honey!"
Staring into her eyes, Hank said, "You are absolutely beautiful, my love." He began to feast on her neck.
Feeling his wife surging under him, Hank had to hope his super sense of hearing would not turn into deafness as Raven let loose a piercing scream. When Hank raised his head to look at her again, he wondered a moment if he'd left her in some sort of wide-eyed catatonic state.
"Raven?"
"Can I pay again?" she requested, eyes still locked in place.
Hank smiled flirtingly. "The next round is on me."
IIIIIII
Scott rolled his blue and yellow two-wheeler out to where the other younger children sat talking on a stone bench.
"Frank went to the record store with Sean, but do you guys want to ride bikes?" he tossed out. "Charles said it's okay."
Joey hopped up while Becky responded, "Sure."
After all three had their bicycles before them, they pedaled off into the trees. The three of them stopped near the lake. While Joey waddled after a brood of ducks, Becky sat in the grass with Scott.
"So what were you two talking about?" Scott asked her. "Seems like you've been whispering all day. What's going on?"
Becky looked at him with a serious expression. "You have to swear not to tell. I mean it, Scott. No one can know."
Turning alarmed, the boy still vowed, "I won't tell, Rebecca, honest."
"Okay." Her face perked up. "Me and Joey are going to ask Papa and Uncle Charles if we can have their last names."
"You mean for real?" Scott tried to verify. "With papers and all?"
"Yes," Becky nodded with a smile. "I want to be an Erik kid forever and always." She noticed his tense expression. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know, Rebecca." Scott rubbed the back of his neck "They already let you guys call them Dad. Isn't that enough?"
"If we call them that, we should have their names, too," Becky reasoned. "Or it's just the same as when I play with my dolls."
"Yeah, that's true, but," Scott watched how he put his next words, "when things are on paper it means forever. A lot of grownups don't like forever. I know. I was in foster care a long time."
"But that's not X-Men grownups!" Becky insisted. "Papa and Uncle Charles aren't like that."
"But what if they do say no?" Scott brought up reluctantly. "Things will never be the same between you guys."
Becky's eyes flashes upon hearing that.
Joey rushed up to them. "Anybody want to skip rocks?"
Scott stood and Becky got up after him.
They each collected handfuls of rocks and stood on the edge of lake. Scott threw the first, getting five skips out of it.
Joey tried and got three. "Rats! You try now, Becky."
Gazing at the little rocks in her palm, Becky suddenly flung them all out into the water. The move startled the boys.
Scott went over to her. "Rebecca, are you okay?"
"You're wrong," she stated with a fire. "You don't know them at all." She marched over to a boulder and sat on it, facing away.
Letting off a groan, Scott wanted to twist around and kick himself.
IIIIIII
Laughter filling up the private beach behind the bungalow, the crystal blue water splashed back and forth between the zealous couple. They returned to shore after a while, Raven laying on Hank, both a little short of breath.
"Why did we pack clothes again?" Raven eyed their long discarded swimsuits.
Hank danced fingers down the scales on her back. "Some foolish notion about cultural absorption and sightseeing."
"You're the only sight I want to see." Raven gave him a peck that rapidly evolved into full on making out.
Both becoming a bit worn, they cuddled up and fell asleep with the waves beating against their feet.
Awakening an hour later, Hank right away noticed the missing weight on his stomach and chest. Rolling to the side, he only saw footprints leading away from the beach.
"Raven?" Thinking she'd gone inside to get dinner ready, Hank got up and went into their house. "Raven!"
Discovering the kitchen as empty as the beach, Hank checked the bedroom. Coming up short again, he grew worried. In such an isolated area, something could have easily happened to Raven. Had his senses failed to alert him to his wife's peril?
Not bothering to dress himself, Hank unleashed his inner creature and charged through the trees surrounding the property. His lack of glasses combined with the setting sun gave him a visual disadvantage, but he made use of his nose and sensitive ears.
Soon, he picked up the scent of his beloved and paused. Spotting a hastily moving figure out of the corner of his eye, Hank turned his head. Seeing nothing now, he scurried up a tree to be closer to the sunlight. Then he zeroed in on his mate and leapt down before her, their naked bodies not even an inch apart.
"What are you doing?" he demanded of her, his voice deep and breathy.
Raven's yellow eyes gazed up at him. "You get all-natural Raven. I wanted all-natural Hank."
Growling, he seized her by the shoulders, making her freeze. "I thought I would have to kill for you tonight."
"Oh!" Raven squeaked as he hoisted her up.
Returning to the house, Hank went straight to the bedroom. He dropped down on the bed, bringing Raven over his knees as he did.
"Ah!" she cried out when his hand connected with her bare behind. "Ow! Ah- oww!"
Hank gave her ten blows, all to the same spot. He then brought her up and flopped her onto the bed, head against the pillows. Hank maneuvered himself over her and their eyes locked for several seconds before he went in.
Though her rear stung with his every grind, Raven still implored, "Don't stop, don't stop!"
More than honoring the request, Hank's inner and lower Beast took full command. When he finally did release her, he had to pull out very slowly. His face dropped down into the space between her breasts and she stroked blue fingers through his sweat drenched brown hair.
After ten minutes, Hank somehow pried himself out of her clutch. Ignoring his mate's moans of longing, he went into the bathroom. Raven stayed behind, listening to the running water that sounded next. Hank came back out to gather her up.
Once back in the bathroom, Raven hummed peacefully as he carefully lowered her into the bubble filled tub. Using the loofa, Hank began to clean the sand and stray dirt from the magnificent blue body.
"Want you in here." She flashed beseeching eyes at him.
Unable to resist her and as-of-yesterday no longer having to, Hank joined her in the water. Some of it spilled over the side of the tub, due to the scientist's well-built frame.
"You're so bad," he accused before kissing all over her neck, shoulders, and lips. "You frightened me, my love."
"I'm sorry, baby." She washed his back for him. "Does this mean no yummy feet?"
Hank sat up on the edge of the tub. He stuck out his root foot and rinsed the soap off before extending it to her. Raven gleefully started nibbling on each long toe. Hank had to grip the tub with both hands to keep from blasting off.
By the time she finished with his second foot, Raven noticed the near-bursting bulge.
Raven rubbed at it with both hands. "What's wrong with Big Beast?"
"Hit him." Raven tapped it and Hank shook his head. "Harder." She slapped it. "Harder!" A growl left Hank's lips. "Punish him!"
Raven slapped at it over and over until the white fluid deposited into her hands.
"Thank you." Hank dipped her hands into the water for cleaning. "He is happy now."
"He makes Mrs. Mystique very happy." She stood straight up in the tub, suds dripping off the full body.
Hank got out and grabbed the fluffy coral colored towel and wrapped her up in it before scooping her out of the water. He used the larger sea foam green one for himself.
"I'm going to make dinner for you," he told her.
"'Kay, baby." She bent to unplug the tub and clean it out.
Going into their room, Hank pulled on a pair of boxers from the dresser and an undershirt. He went to the kitchen to get out the thawing package of beef from the refrigerator.
A few minutes into working on the grill, Hank detected his wife's scent followed by her dainty footsteps. He looked back, seeing her at the two-seater outdoor table. She wore her knee high white silk nightie with thin matching robe.
"Wedding gift from Emma?" Hank guessed.
"Alana," she said. "Maya got me the slippers."
"And I'm glad that's all the little sixteen-year-old thought to get you." Hank carried the finished sausage links over. "Careful. These are hot."
Raven gave him the second Coke she'd brought out. "Only because you made them."
Hank gave her that dorky smile that brought with it so many cherished memories.
They sat eating together under the silver moonlight.
IIIIIII
Walking down the hall to get back to his room, Scott stopped when he spotted Becky parked on the first step going down the stairs. He swallowed before approaching her.
"Rebecca?" he petitioned.
"Not now, Scott," she said shortly.
"But I wanted to say I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings." Scott got down beside her. "I would never, ever in a million years want to hurt you, Rebecca. Please believe me."
"It's okay," Becky finally sighed.
Scott smiled. "Did you guys talk to the grownups yet?"
"You mean did we mess everything up yet?" she countered.
His smile faded immediately. "Rebecca, please forget all of that stuff I said earlier. I only said it because I'm chicken. I know Charles and Erik love us, but I get afraid that if you tell somebody how you really feel, they won't feel the same way. Then it'll all be over."
Becky stared at him closely, sensing something else. "If you love somebody, you should tell them. I would."
"I guess that's why you're so fantastic," Scott stated.
Becky lay her hand on his forearm. "I better go find Joey." She pulled herself up with the railing and walked off.
Scott watched her then stretched out on the floor with his arms extended.
IIIIIII
Seated in their individual chess chairs, neither headmaster spoke until the children finished.
"And this is what you really want?" Charles asked them.
They both nodded.
"I want to be Rebecca Anya Lehnsherr. With papers."
"And I want you to name me, Daddy. Like I was just born."
"Charles." Everyone's attention went to Erik. "How soon can you get your attorney on the phone?"
Charles said strongly, "For his sake, I hope he hasn't gone to bed yet."
The kids' face glowed like twin jack-o-lanterns.
Becky said in realization, "You mean…?"
Erik moved quickly to lift her up in the air, victoriously hugging her. "You have honored me this night with the greatest gift a man could ask for."
Charles tugged Joey onto his lap and hugged him. "Thank you, little one."
Joey could not have looked more boggled. "What are you thanking me for?"
"Because I don't think I've been this happy since the day I found you," Charles told him, making the child form a speechless but thrilled countenance. "Now, about this name business."
"Are you gonna change my middle name, too?" the boy inquired.
"Yes. To Joseph."
"Joseph?" he repeated, confusion returning full-blown. "I'm gonna be Joseph Joseph Xavier?"
"No," Charles laughed, taking one of the tiny hands to hold. "From this moment forth, you will be Charles Joseph Xavier. So that the entire world may know that you are my son."
Joey gasped in astonishment and joy and nearly tackled the man in a hug.
"Charles Joseph Xavier," he echoed. "That means I'll still be Joey and Uncle Erik's Kangaroo."
Erik snorted. "I'd still call you that had he named you Bob Hope." He rubbed Becky's back. "You're shaking, Anya. Why?"
"I thought you might say no," she whispered.
"No?" Erik raised an eyebrow. "To you being my little girl for all time? Only a fool would walk away from such a once in a lifetime offer." Becky sent him a grin worth the sun's light. "But now we need to get you two into bed."
"Yes, we'll begin on this bright and early." Charles stood with Joey, who snuggled into him.
It is true, Erik sent to Charles as they headed out together with their individual children.
What?
These kids really are the ones who chose us.
IIIIIII
Under the warmth of their down comforter, the McCoys settled in for the night. Hank caressed Raven's bottom, still warm from the after dinner spanking she'd received from pouring barbeque sauce in Hank's hair. Though it had been fun for her to lick most of it out.
"Hank?" Raven piped up. "Are you sure I'm making you happy?"
"I know you jest with that question," he said. "Or did you forget our wedding of the century since yesterday?"
"Not in general. I mean down below," she cleared up.
"What?" Hank eyed her in the total darkness. "My wife, it takes every effort not to mount you while you brush your teeth. Why are you asking me this?" He sat up slightly. "Has my performance been lax?"
Raven laughed lightly. "Honey, you realize you're not getting graded on this, right? And if you were, you'd get that secret letter that comes before A." She folded fingers with him. "But we waited so long for this. I wanted it to be good."
"It was worth the wait." He held her and closed his eyes. "…Raven?"
"Who needs sleep?" She lay flat on her back.
"It's not as if I have school to conduct in the morning." He flipped over and onto her.
The quiet night air soon became rattled by bed rocking and shouts of previously bottled desire.