Chapter 4: The Slow Advance
The dealer won the game. Strangely enough he seemed rather disappointed by the fact, but then again it could have been bacause all the other players had managed to make it to the end of the game as well. Though his scent did get much stronger it wasn't nearly enough to make men of the Canadians' heft succumb, though Bobby was a surprise.
The table was silent as the dealer thought of a solution to the problem, slight annoyance showing in the way he held the winning hand. He spoke for the time, so quietly that Logan couldn't hear what he said. A moment later and all the other players laid their cards down face up.
The target was looking for the next best hand, Bobby's hand. The mutant smiled his sharpened canines gleaming in the dim light as he looked at Bobby. The kid looked pretty stoned right now, probably didn't even notice that he had won his prey's attention.
Logan noticed the pheromone's direction change, shifting to encompass the teenager instead of the entire table.
"Looks like it's show time."
Ororo looked up from her third coffee, her eyes bloodshot and glassy from the caffeine, "What do you mean?"
"The kid's got our mutant's full attention. The pheromone's even gone up a notch."
Jean bolted upright at Logan's proclamation, after being slouched down in her seat, half asleep from the long wait. "We're going. Really? It's over?"
"No, not yet, we have to get Bobby away from that mutant first." Said Ororo, glancing up at Jean from her seat, gently pulling her friend down again.
"Well, that might not be happening anytime soon. The mutant's going to buy the kid a drink." Said Logan, a little irritated that Bobby was getting the alcohol instead of him.
The other mutant faced the bar as the pair waited, sitting quietly and hardly drawing a glance toward them. From what they could tell from his back, the target was on the small side, but both were sitting so it was impossible to estimate height, the rest of his form hidden beneath a heavy black woolen trench. He smiled at the bartender when their drinks, the man blushing bright as he walked away.
The pair turned toward each other, Bobby jerkily as though a puppet on strings nearly sloshing the whiskey out of his cup, lifting their glasses to chink together in a toast. "For things to come." The male said downing the amber liquid, the kid mimicking his action as he too drank from his glass.
The words soft and mellow, flowing like a river on a hot summer day, lemonade and laughing green eyes flashing in Logan's memory. Shaking his head to clear out the combwebs from his mind, the older man watched the pair, the kid now completely under the pheromone's impressove control.
"The kid's done for."
"What? He's fine, maybe a little buzzed from the alcohol but once we get his attention he'll -"
Logan cut off Jean just as the target and his victim stood to leave, the strong scent of arousal trailing a path behind the pair. "No, the kid's under and he ain't coming up to breathe. The target's got him good."
Ororo stood to follow, the two out when they first tried to leave the bar but as stopped as the forgotten pokerplayers stood and left, bustling out the door like a herd of elephants, blocking the mutant and his prey from view. By the time they left, Bobby was gone.
"We have to get back to the jet. The earpiece's main control is there, we can track them." Said Ororo, as she stood on the front deck of the pub Logan and Jean coming up behind her as she tried to find a trace of the teen.
"You two go. I'll follow the scent and head him off." Said Logan before taking off in the direction of the youth's potent arousal.
"Logan wait!" Called Jean, prepared to take off after him when Ororo reached out her hand and grabbed her.
"Come on," She urged, pulling the red head behind her in the opposite direction, "I need a copilot."
...
The two mutants ran through the forest. The X-Mens' prey flitting lightly around trees, clasping Bobby's hand, as the teen stumbled behind him, the alcohol and lust clouding his head.
"Are you tired Suga'?" The mutant asked, his eyes glistening like stars, a smile dusting his lips as he continued to move further from civilization.
The boy behind him shook his head no, causing his companion to laugh as he once again stumbled on a upturned root. Even under such heavy thrall, the teen was still aware of himself, how...interesting.
"Dun you worry now, Suga'. We're almost there." The voice was a comfort to Bobby in his confusion, something warm and familiar, the twang bringing back memories of sitting with Marie back at the school. As the thought crossed his mind the fog lifted and he could experience the moment as it was. A loss of youth's innocence. It was something that had been on his mind for sometime, trapped in his thoughts like a bird in its cage, only this bird was more of a ostrich, obviously out of place in the small cage of a teen's mind.
He wondered what it would be like, the act. He knew what would happen, there was no surprise there, the question was how would it happen. Would it be like some explosion of light and sound like some people described it, maybe a quiet tidal wave, or a simple breeze. Would he react the way he was supposed to, or would he completely wimp out at the last minute? Would he be good enough? The questions continued to filter through Bobby's head, each new thought sparking off a twin, dragging deeper and deeper into self-doubt and fear. Until he stopped, tugging the other mutant back by accident, falling into Bobby, and leaning against to collect himself, before lifting his eyes to look into his companions, noting the anxiety within the teen's frost blue eyes.
"Now, now darlin', there ain't nuthin' to worry 'bout. I'll take care of ya, there ain't no trouble with that, hun." The mutant smiled gently at the much taller teen, a feeling of warmth and security flooding his system as the thrall swept around his senses, blanketing them against any further intrusion from his mind.
"There we go. All better now." Said the shorter male as he watched his prey's eyes dull and his shoulders slacken. Pulling the larger boy forward they continued running, making sure that the teen didn't come out from under the pheromone this time.
A few minutes passed, and the targeted mutant stopped on the edge a clearing, the smaller male's means of escape, a motorcycle resting against one of the trees a few yards away, glittering silver in the light of the full moon.
"We're here. How duh ya like it? Not too much, huh?" The mutant chuckled softly, eyes glowing poison green as he watched his companion standing next to him.
"I know this probablee isn't what ya expectin' but, hey I gotta head out once we're done here and I know ya probably do this all the time, so it ain't no matter." He said this bitterly, his small hand tightening around Bobby's, sharp nails digging contemptuously into his hand, causing the boy to cringe.
"Sorry Suga'. Well, let's get this good and done with."
The smaller mutant led Bobby into the clearing, walking to the center where he pulled the teen closer, placing the larger hands on his waist and his own grasping biceps and triceps. "May I have this dance?" He said, swaying slightly with the cold autumn air as it rustled through the leaves, the small male took to leading his stiff partner through a simple slow dance.
After awhile, he leaned forward, placing the side of his face over the teen's steady heartbeat, humming softly as they swayed, "Will ya love me for a little while?" The smaller mutant asked waiting for his silent lover response.
It came in the form of a wooden nod, a the taller teen leant down to meet halfway with the shorter male, their lips touching sweetly for the first time that night.
The kiss was refreshing like a breeze in the summer, a gentle promise of the oncoming chill of autumn. The smaller mutant pulled the larger male to the ground, tugging the lanky form to cover him, the teen strangely careful of the amount of weight he placed on the seemingly fragile frame of the figure below him. They kissed again, this time a rush of adrenaline crashed down upon in heated waves enlivening the pair, as they melded together, clothes pulled and shoved aside as the quest for more skin went underway.
Soon, most of the couples' clothing was thrown carelessly to the side, leaving the smaller male bare while Bobby somehow retained his buttondown. Though it stood more a little worse for wear with all the buttons now scattered about the clearing from being ripped open in haste as the two tried disrobing each other. The end of the damaged shirt hung down from the youth's form, shielding the pair from each other and those who would have spied upon them.
The form under Bobby lay quietly his bare body shivering in the autumnal night. The youth watched him intently through a mind clouded heavily with the other mutant's thrall. Animal instincts taking the driver's seat as the teen leant forward atop his prize, nuzzling the soft, delicate skin of his neck, inhaling briefly the heady aroma of apple. Silently the other male reached up, running his fingers down the teen's face before curling them under his arms, bracing himself for the inevitable penetration. Expecting the usual roughness of the others, who found themselves caught up in the actual act, instead of their partner, leading them to coarse, ungainly movements of inexperience and a rushed hard ending. A familiar bluntness, caused the small form to tense in preparation for the usual brutality as the regular procedure of these ongoings.
It never came.
In its place, a gentle but steady movement forward that ceased only once the boy was fully encased within his chosen's body. They both paused for a moment, breathing softly together, pressing foreheads against each other in comfort, adjusting to one another's intrusion as they both allowed their companion closer than any other had been before. And then together they set a gentle, steady movement akin to their earlier swaying, Bobby sweetly but thoroughly plundering his fragile partner. His movements while half controlled by baser instincts as well as intensely curious about the new experience, the other half was hesitant and embarassed by the actions and positioning of his and his partner's form.
Sensing his current mate's feelings of uncertainty, the smaller male reached up with one of his hands to pull the teen's head down and look into his eyes as his legs came to wrap around the taller form, sliently coaching Bobby as they both worked to completion.
...
Logan stood a few yards away from the pair as they copulated, his concentration on the pheromone encasing both, the scent intensifying as they got closer and closer to the brink. The target went first, giving off a strong burst of thrall and a soft cry as he came, followed by Bobby a few moments later, leaning down to kiss his paramour, softening his groan of completion.
They both panted as they lie there, Bobby rolling so that the smaller male wouldn't be crushed by his weight as he collapsed, exhausted. On top of him, the boy lay, head pillowed on his chest as he watched his latest conquest slip into sleep, large arms coming to wrap around the slender waist in comfort as he drifted off.
"Haha...I took ya for a sleeper too!" Laughed the boy breathlessly, patting the ground around him looking for his scattered clothing, finding them just out of reach.
"C'mon now, leggo. Ya gotta get dressed Suga' or you'll go freeze something awful out here."
Bobby, too tired to dress himself, snuggled the smaller form closer for warmth. "No sir, you le' me go this instant. I'm cold and you ain't very warm neither."
After a few more moments of struggling the petite male finally managed to wiggle free, dressing both himself and the taller teen beside him.
Logan watched the mutant his eyes following the way he moved, pressing a button on his belt to signal where to pick him up from, the jet a little further up from where he was. This kid was efficient. Everything was packed and ready to go in his motorcycle, sidecar attached, so all he really had to do was leave his victims in the open.
The target stood from dressing Bobby, looking down almost tenderly at the youth as he bordered on the edge of sleep, "Now listen here Suga', the lumber yard ain't but a few yards from here. So, all ya need to do is holler real loud and somebody gonna hear ya and get ya. Ya'll be a little sleepy for about a day or so, so take it easy. No hurryin' or nothin', and ya'll be as good as gold!" He spoke quietly as though taking to a small child or animal his voice barely reaching Logan's ears.
"Tonight was really somethin', huh? Bet ya never felt nothin' like that b'fore." The small form leant down next to the youth, his lips ghosting over his forehead, "It was real special for me, anyhow."
He kissed Bobby's forehead, then stood, walking toward his bike, Logan jogging as quietly as possible, until he reached the clearing.
Then jet's lights flashed on above the clearing and the kid, frozen from the shock of the sudden change in environment.