February 16th 2001,Somewhere over the Atlantic, 6:00 AM EDT
Scott threw a bitch fit about not being along when we got into a fight. Not on my behalf, he gave zero fucks about me, but he started mouthing off to Jean about letting her emotions control her and making bad decisions for the team. It got so grating that I told him to shut the fuck up before I made the bad decision to throw him out of the fucking plane at thirty thousand feet. Jean could handle herself but my wounds were still healing and I didn't want to listen to it.
He got all sulky, but after one of the others mentioned me taking down Marko in a straight fight, he mysteriously shut up. I heaved a sigh of relief when he did, and just laid back in my seat to rest and heal. My body was stronger than most people, and I healed like it. It was how I was able to train enough to get as strong as I was, so I was hoping to be patched up soon.
Jean plopped down across from me, shooting me a concerned look. To my surprise, Betsy joined her, the pretty purple haired noblewoman seemingly having picked up on whatever she was going to ask and wanting to hear it too. "Hey, you doing ok? You got knocked around pretty bad by Marko right?'
I just gave her an easy smile. "You'll find I'm made of tougher stuff than most. That which doesn't kill me makes me stronger." Pretty literally in this case. Bones refused tougher than they were when they broke. I hadn't had much chance to train those, but every crack and break made them tougher. I preferred doing that the slow way and eating tons of calcium, but with the way my powers worked this would definitely toughen me up.
She nodded with interest, but I could tell that despite the juicy info, she had something else she wanted to ask. She hesitated, and Betsy got fed up, rolling her eyes and blurting. "Oh bloody hell, just ask him" She turned to me. "Red here wants to know if your mum is Emma Frost. She put together a bunch of disparate facts and that's her theory."
Raising an eyebrow at Jean, I just chuckled, which hurt. "Not like I was hiding it or anything. I told you guys my name. But yeah, my mom is Emma frost. She's a mutant who can turn into diamonds, a former student of Uncle Chuck, and they used knock boots at one point." I saw Jean cringe, which made me want to chuckle again but I pushed it down. "Why?"
"It's just…" Jean said uncertainly. "Why are you in New York, if you're not going to join the X-men. I'd have figured you'd have stayed home and worked with your mom."
I sighed, leaning my head back. I had assumed this was coming at some point. I didn't really want to get into philosophy, but I'd be poaching some of these girls. Betsy most likely, and Rory and Kitty if I could. Jean had connections at the mansion, and I knew Uncle Chuck well enough to know he'd be pissed if I tried to grab her.
Thinking of how to phrase this, I mulled it over. "I am, in case you hadn't noticed, stubborn person. I do what I want when I want. But I'm also kind of distractable. Mom figured that out about me young. She kept me in line by throwing fancy cars, good food, and hot girls at me. Wanted to keep me in line so I'd tow hers. Eventually though…" I shrugged. "Anything gets boring. Sex, parties, five course meals. Well…not the meals really. But the rest of it."
We'd drawn a crowd, and Peter, Felicia, and Kitty sat down in the nearby seats, so I continued. "There are factions among Mutants, you know? I'm sure most of you know Uncle Chuck represents the wish to coexist with humanity. Magneto is the other end of the spectrum, he wants to go full isolationist. Fuck humanity, mutant sanctuary for all. My mom is sort of in the middle. She doesn't WANT to coexist, as much as she thinks we NEED to do it for our own safety. The worst of both worlds as it were."
Jean frowned. "I know her academy works with the government, but I hadn't heard that. So she's just acting out of fear?"
"Pretty much." I said bluntly. "She doesn't admit it to herself, but that's the gist. I personally tend to fall more on Magneto's side of things, but I think his view of the world is way too narrow, and he tends to go overboard when it isn't necessary. THat's why I didn't join the Brotherhood, even if they've been trying to scout me for years."
That got an appalled look from Jean. "You think mutants are better than normal people?" Her voice sounded almost hurt at hearing what she thought was my opinion.
I shook my head. "Like I said. Too narrow. I don't support mutant rights, I support meta rights. People with powers, from any source. Inborn or acquired. I don't think we're…better, so much as different, and that makes us vulnerable."
Hearing me disagree seemed to calm her a bit, but she still seemed confused. I shrugged internally, apparently I was giving the whole sales pitch. I did my best to structure my argument in a way that wouldn't piss any people here off. She stared at me intently. "What do you mean by that? Having powers doesn't make us vulnerable."
"Doesn't it?" I said sharply. "We're expected to obey the laws of normal humans, but they don't protect us. Not really. We're treated like aberrations, like caged animals that need to be watched, all because of how we're born. Metas, mutants, we're held to a different standard. The things that make us…us, are suppressed and treated like deformities. You know how many mutants have gone to jail for self defense because they used their powers to keep themselves safe?"
She flinched, looking at Rory, who I knew had been imprisoned in an FBI building against her will. "I…I mean sure, but that doesn't mean that we should…"
"What? Destroy all humans?" I said with a scoff. "No shit. I just said I think Magneto is unnecessarily dramatic most of the time. But the fact remains that people like us need protection. From forces that think being born or made special means we're weapons and attack dogs." I pointed at Pete. "One of the best examples I can think of for that mindset is right there."
My friend tensed. "Wait…what? I don't think that at all!" He sounded hurt, but I'd been expecting this conversation since he'd mentioned his little philosophy.
"Really?" I said sharply. "With great power comes great responsibility?" He flinched back from my casual use of his uncle's philosophy. "Look man, I get it, that sounds nice. But have you ever really thought about it? The idea that we're responsible for others just by being born? The concept that we OWE our existence to those who are weaker?"
Peter was staring through his mask, and his voice sounded lost and wounded when he asked. "You…don't think we should help people?"
I cut my hand through the air. "Not what I said. I said we don't OWE them our help. If you want to help people then you should do it. Protect innocents, be the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. But don't do it because you think you have some kind of karmic life debt to the world for getting powers. Do it because you think it's right."
Despite disagreeing with his fundamental life view in a way, he seemed to calm down a bit when he heard that. Honestly I mostly helped people because it made me look good. Made interacting with the public easier. People bitch less about 'heroism' than thuggery. But I believed what I was saying. If Pete wanted to help people he should. I was big into personal freedom.
He was silent for a minute, and I didn't interrupt, knowing he was hashing through some shit. "I…can't really agree with that. As long as you're ok helping others I won't hold it against you, but that doesn't feel right to me. It feels…selfish."
I blinked at him. "Of course it's selfish, but what the hell is wrong with that?" He cocked his head at me and I shrugged, stopping when I felt the twinge in my ribs. "You're yourself. Taking care of your own interests isn't inherently wrong. I'm not saying ignore friends and family, but humans live their lives from a linear first person perspective. We're MADE to be selfish. To view the world from only one vantage point. All humans, normal and meta."
There was more to that argument. But I didn't think Pete would react well to the 'all selflessness is selfishness in disguise' rant, so I left it at 'greed is good'. He didn't seem to have a solid counterpoint to it, though I knew he wasn't convinced.
Turning back to Jean, I continued. "So yeah, that's why I came to New York. I want to make a team where all metas, mutants, aliens, mutates, what have you, can be free. The Wreckoners are a team that helps people, but our main purpose is to help each other. To look out for our own and make sure that we aren't taken advantage of by people who think our powers make us tools to be acquired or pawns to be taken."
Everyone was staring at me like I'd grown another head. Even Felicia looked poleaxed. "Billy, don't take this the wrong way but…what the fuck? I thought you were a big dumb hunk of muscle when we first met. I mean sure, you've surprised me with your brain and insight a few times, but how are you some political activist when you're…you?"
I laughed at that, ignoring the pain. "What, because I like sex and punching things I can't care about anything? I'm not stupid, you know that. I don't think any of the major players active right now looks out for the interests of people I think need looking out for, so I made my own. I hadn't brought it up because I didn't think you would care, and Spider-Man is all for helping others." I looked at Pete. "Unless this doesn't count?"
It took him a second to catch up. "No!" He said sharply. "I mean, yes? It counts, of course. I'm happy to help you help people with powers. You called them…metas? Like the prefix meta, meaning transcendent? But…how do we do that exactly? And what are these predatory groups exactly?"
"Well." I said lightly. "S.H.I.E.L.D for one." At his jerk of surprise I rolled my eyes. "I told you I'd heard of them. I didn't know the name until you told me, but I know a bit about them. Shady spooks who swoop in to leverage people with powers into doing their bidding. They apply pressure to people like us to keep everyone else 'safe' from the potential damage. Because fuck us right? They're afraid so we get tagged and tracked like animals."
Mom had ranted about that at length. Not just from S.H.I.E.L.D either. Plenty of agencies wanted pet mutants. They found us after an accident or a mistake an strong armed us into obeying.
"Can you imagine that?" I said, looking around. "One mistake, one small fuck up, and you're basically a government slave for life? Because we don't have a presence large enough to protect ourselves. Because we don't have cohesive support system that can keep them honest. We're alone, isolated by our natures, and it makes us vulnerable."
I could see they were all buying in, which was good, but they also seemed really uncomfortable. Fucking Magneto. I swear he was the worst possible poster child for this kind of ideology. Stupid old man flying around like a desperate for attention magnetic David Blaine.
Deciding to try to add some context, I let my voice soften. "Look. I'm not proposing raids or anything. I just want to have a safety net. To BE a safety net. And not just for people who I agree with. We can police our own, apply some leverage when they abuse their powers, but that's our right. We're peers, we understand them and how they live."
Jean nodded thoughtfully. "I…can't say I completely disagree with that. Normal people can be…cruel. They're so busy being scared of us that they don't empathize. They treat us like walking time bombs just because we're powerful. It doesn't feel great. Honestly I think that's half of what the X-men is about. Giving us a place to be safe."
I nodded. "It is. And I respect Uncle Chuck for his vision. But my team is a bit more…freeform. Not that I would mention that to him. I imagine he won't appreciate my attempts to poach some of his best. It's why I didn't bring it up when we were there, or before we got there. Cat and Spider-Man can't defend their minds from telepathy."
Felicia looked annoyed, but not angry or hurt, so I think she got it. I could see I'd given them all something to think about. I was glad. The freedom I wanted, for me and for my teammates, was the whole reason I was here. I wasn't some meta savior, as much as my rhetoric made it sound like I was. I wanted to take care of my own, to keep them safe and protect them from abuse.
I'd been worried about Pete, about how he'd take it, but I'd phrased it in a way that harmonized with his world view mostly, and I could tell Kitty had really been picking up what I'd been putting down. The cute brunette had a lot of sway over my buddy, and would be able to help him come to terms with all the new info. Was it manipulative? Sure, but I didn't really give a fuck. I didn't want to lose my friend.
He also knew I didn't hate normal people. He'd seen me interact with Claire, Gwen, Betty. Sure they were all hot girls, but I hadn't been condescending or cruel. I'd treated them like I would treat any pretty woman. I could almost see all that churning through his head.
Rather than keep talking, I just shrugged again. "Anyway I need rest to recover from my cracked ribs so I'm gonna nap. I hope that little explanation was helpful. I know it can be hard to pin down my motivations so…now you know." With that, I leaned back and closed my eyes, officially done talking.
They would deal with it or they wouldn't. If it was the latter…well at least I would know ahead of time. No reason to drag things out.
February 16th 2001, New York City, Billy's penthouse, 5:00 PM EDT
We left the X-men on their plane, figuring they could head back themselves, but Betsy came with us. She was probably going to end up being a Wreckoner, plus having a purple haired supermodel in the house would be nice. I opened the door, letting her got first so I could stare at her ass (sue me, I wasn't charging her rent, and she didn't mind me looking anyway).
"Alright." I said as I held the door for Felicia, who had insisted on following me back. "This is the place. Felicia got it for me, but I consider it kind of the team penthouse. Make yourself at home, there's some take-out menus around somewhere, but I haven't gotten to try most of the places yet. If you need cash I can give you some spending money."
She giggled. "Bloody hell, I feel like a kept woman. Is it wrong that I find that sexy?" She wiggled that delightful rump at me. "Gonna make me earn my keep big daddy?" I stared, because it was polite, but pulled my eyes away when Felicia cleared her throat.
We both looked at her. She raised an eyebrow at Betsy, who smirked, then turned and sauntered a way, putting an extra wiggle in her hips as she walked. Felicia groaned in annoyance. "Now there's a pretty little rich girl away from home for the first time living here. This place is basically a bad porn setting."
I smirked at her. "What did you…I guess not say, since that was a telepathic conversation, but what did you think at her."
She glared up at me. "I told if she wants her muff stuffed to get the fuck in line because you're mine first and if anyone is breaking in this penthouse with you its me. She can get her dick when I'm finished, and not a minute before."
"Huh. So…I'm getting mixed messages here kitten. Am I the means to an end? Am I a guy you like? Are you jealous? Do you not care? You seem a bit hot and cold on this subject and I'd like to clear things up. You know I'm not monogamous, though I don't plan on involving too many more girls in my life. Between you, Gwen, Rory, Betty, and now Betsy that's five, and I think one per week day is my limit."
I hadn't been planning on Betsy, but she was going to be living here and I knew myself well enough to know that if the teasing kept up I was going to end up fucking her at some point. Plus she was a team member, or at least a potential one. It would be bad for team morale to just nail and bail.
Honestly I might just end up banging Betty once and keeping it to four. She didn't seem like she was looking for anything long term anyway. Felicia looked at me impassively, then shoved me onto the couch. It groaned slightly, but held, wherever she got the furniture from they did a damn good job. She climbed onto my lap to stare at me.
I admit to being intrigued, but I didn't help her out, saying and doing nothing as I waited. I was pretty sure this was a response not just her attempting to literally jump my bones. She took a deep breath, which did wonderful things to her truly mountainous cleavage. "I don't know."
Smirking, I raised an eyebrow at her, and she rolled her eyes. "I don't, ok. I didn't expect to like you as much as I have. You're doing so much for me." She squirmed in my lap, and moaned a bit at how hard I was. "I know I want this. Want you. I want it first, and I want it the most." She reached down, gripping her yoga pants and sliding them down her thighs, having trouble getting them over her expansive ass cheeks without getting up.
I hissed a bit as I felt her soaking the front of my pants, and she just ground herself against the denim of my jeans. "Fuck." I muttered. Apparently this wasn't a heart to heart, it was a parts to parts, so to speak. I was down with that, but she was taking her time.
She licked my ear, nipping at the lobe. "When was the last time you were inside a woman."
Groaning, I let my head tip back. "It's been a while." I admitted breathlessly. "I mean, technically you, when you sucked my dick, but I haven't had any pussy since coming to town." The last time had been with Ali, who I missed a lot. My punk rock friends with bennies had always known how to get me off right, and she felt like fucking fireworks in bed.
Felicia was doing a good job of distracting me from that though. She squirmed harder, giggling a bit. "No wonder you've been panting after all the girls we meet like an animal in heat. You must be so backed up." Her sugary sweet tone was cloying, almost mocking as she cooed in my ear.
"A bit." I ground out, trying not to focus on the ache in my balls. "Though this isn't helping kitten. You're clearly trying to do something here, but if you could hurry up I'd be grateful. I feel like I'm going to explode."
She put her hands on my chest, dragging them down to my belt, which she undid quickly with her skilled thief's fingers. Once she got me partly free she stopped, dropping back onto me and I groaned in near agony as her sopping, boiling pussy landed right on my still trapped dick.
My pants had me pressed flat against myself still, so it didn't go in, I just had to live with feeling her soaking cunt sliding ineffectually up and down my shaft. She grabbed both sides of my face and forced my eyes to hers the sapphire orbs boring into my like permafrost drills. "Mine!" She hissed.
I swallowed a bit. That wasn't what I'd expected from her. This was a possessive, almost animalistic side of my kitten I'd never been privy to before, and I liked it. I reached down, grabbed a handful of ass to lift her with one hand, then adjusted with the other, lining myself up and then shoving her down my cock in a single push.
She let out a long, keening cry, and I had to groan at how fucking good she felt. Ali and I usually used condoms, I hadn't been in raw pussy for probably years, and Felicia's felt like…fucking sunrise, or a vacation, or parasailing or fucking SOMETHING too good to describe.
Wet, tight, hot, but most of all, HUNGRY. Her fucking pussy gripped and tugged and sucked at me like it was fucking starving. Even with my strength, it was almost hard to pull myself out of her. More psychologically than physically granted, but she fucking wanted me there. I lifted her up and shoved her back down again, getting another keening cry as I grinned at her. "Mine." I said smugly.
She ground down on me. "Oh?" She purred. "But you're going to be fucking other girls, maybe I should look for some pretty boys t-" Nope. I wasn't having any of that. I flipped her over onto her back on the couch, tearing her shirt to set those gorgeous fat tits free, and pulled out almost to the tip before shoving back in.
"This," I snarled in grim determination as I shoved into her (though I was careful not to hurt her). "Is. My. Pussy." I felt nearly as animalistic as she did, the possessiveness bringing something out in my. I punctuated each word by pounding into her, and she grunted happily with every thrust, eyes rolling up despite trying to meet mine. I slapped one of her tits to get her attention, and almost moaned when I felt her tighten up. "Isn't it?"
She nodded desperately, but despite agreeing couldn't help getting a word in edgewise. "It's not FAAAIR." She whined as she wriggled on my cock. "It's so good, why do you need other girls. Don't I feel good enough? Why do I have to share."
Her pout was probably the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever seen, lip out and trembling, fat tits flopping as I fucked her, big blue eyes shining up at me. It took almost inhuman control, but I stopped. Pulling out to the tip and freezing (somewhat literally, most of my dick felt cold as ice outside that volcanic cunt). She whined and tried to hump herself onto me further, but a hand pressed flat against her toned belly kept her pinned like a butterfly.
"Well, if you're not interested I can always stop. We don't need to fuck." My tone was every bit as saccharine as hers had been earlier. "I care enough about you to keep helping even if you're not bouncing on my dick now. Guess your clever plan worked. You get help and you don't even have to put out."
She wiggled in place desperately. She whimpered slightly, then muttered something. I cocked my head as if I had trouble hearing her and gave an adorable little squeal of frustration. "I said I'll be good! I won't get jealous just please put it back." Her voice got petulant and whiny. "I feel so empty."
Shoving my hips forward, I buried myself back inside her. Fuck that was good. I'd been bluffing. I didn't think I could give this up, but I wasn't going to dump Gwen, and if I didn't get to fuck Rory's fat bouncy ass I was going to lose my shit. So sue me, I'm greedy.
Felicia mewled with delight as she felt me split her in two again. "Fuck. I've never had a man this deep before. You feel so fucking good. Promise me I can get this whenever I want?" She glared up at me. "I'll share, but I won't play second fiddle. I know you have other things to do, but unless you're busy at that moment I want to get fucked whenever I ask for it."
I laughed, leaning down to slurp up the nipple of one of those humongous ivory tits, slurping it like it was the strawberry milk it resembled, before giving it a light nip and pulling back. I ground into her, enjoying the feel of her pussy writhing around me. "Fuck, you act like that's a big ask. I'll take this whenever I can get it."
She gave me a wicked grin. "You aren't even taking it now stud. I want to get fucked, not play cock warmer." I grinned, getting ready to really pound it out. "Wait." She squeaked quickly. At my raised eyebrow she blushed. "I…I'm really flexible. I want to show you. I want you to remember how good this was. Get off me for a second."
Laughing again, I pushed myself up off her, bemoaning the loss of her fucking magma pussy to the cold air of a february day. She reached down, quickly stripping off her pants and what could VERY generously be referred to as underwear that I absolutely wanted to see her in later and hadn't even noticed when she'd partially stripped her bottoms.
Then she laid back down, shirt already in tatters, and…twisted. She wriggled herself up so her ankles were behind her fucking ears, which spread her exposed cunt to me erotically, enticing and wet. She swallowed hard. "Do it like this." I grinned and remounted the couch, putting the tip of my cock to her lips before slowly working it back in.
The whining, mewling, desperate keen she let out was the hottest sound I'd ever heard. "Deeper." She whispered. And at first I thought she wanted me to GO deeper, which since I was bottomed out wasn't happening, but then she continued. "You're so much deeper inside me like this."
I could tell. I could just barely feel her cervix with my tip. She wriggled when I touched it. I knew some girls decidedly did NOT like when guys hit bottom, but some of them enjoyed the sensation, even if it was a bit painful. "You want me to fuck you like this?" I asked carefully. "HItting bottom every time? It might hurt a bit."
Her eyes snapped to mine again arms reaching over her folded up legs to maul her own tits. "Good." She hissed. "Now do it. Fuck me nice and deep with that big fat dick. Prove you weren't bullshitting earlier when you claimed this pussy."
Fuck yes I would. I pulled out, sliding back in slowly at first, I had to get used to the feel of her moving again. She was clenching and rippling so fucking good, she felt even better at this angle somehow. Her tits probably would have bounced if she wasn't pinching and groping at them. We both moaned and grunted as I picked up my pace.
And I didn't stop picking it up. The harder I fucked her the better it felt, and she didn't seem to want me to hold back either. The couch quaked and shuddered, whatever the hell it was made of not being enough for this kind of action, but I gave no fucks about the furniture. Felicia was squealing and writhing, scratching at her tits desperately as I pounded into her.
It was fucking amazing. The heat, the grip the tightness and wetness, everything about her felt perfect. Like fucking molten silk. I didn't know if it was her powers or if being uber flexible and training your body for years to do crime made you extra durable, but by the time I was going full tilt she was taking my dick harder than any woman ever had and fucking loving it.
"Take it!" She hissed at me between squeals. "Claim that fucking pussy." She shuddered. "Your cock feels so fucking good. You gonna cum for me soon? I-" She broke off, shuddering. She'd cum at least twice since we started. "I want it in me." She moaned. "I'm on the pill, so it's safe, come on baby. Give your kitten her cream."
Weirdly, that sent me over the edge, my balls clenching up so hard I was afraid they might cramp as I emptied my nuts inside her, deep as I could go. She threw her head back and yowled in pleasure and enjoyment as we both came…and the couch broke.
There was a thump as it smashed to the floor, but I didn't even notice the falling sensation as I emptied my balls into the white haired sex goddess gasping under me. It took me a second to realize the gasping wasn't from cumming anymore and roll off her, because I weighed five hundred pounds and was kind of crushing her.
I rolled off the couch and onto the floor (not a long drop now) and lay on my back panting. Felicia unwound her legs from over her shoulders and performed a much more graceful roll, draping herself over my body languidly. I grabbed an ass cheek, leaning up to kiss her as she panted above me, then smacked it playfully as I pulled away.
"You don't think I'm one and done do you?" I couldn't tell if the whine she let out when she heard that was worry or excitement. I don't think she could either. Oh well, I guessed we'd find out. She'd tell me when she was ready to stop.
February 16th 2001, New York City, Billy's penthouse, 9:00 PM EDT
I woke up with a grin. I felt pretty great. I hadn't gotten laid in quite a while, and Felicia was every bit as good in bed as expected. Rolling over, I could see even the way she slept was sexy, barely covered with a thin sheet as if her raw body heat was enough to keep her warm even on a February night.
My eyes were almost immediately drawn to her expansive ass, sitting round and peachy exposed to air, and I couldn't resist a handful. She whined and batted at my hand with hers, half asleep and exhausted, and I grinned, leaning down to kiss her neck.
"Sleep tight kitten. I won't wear you out so much next time." I made a mental note that despite being a physical dynamo, Felicia could NOT keep up with me, and that I needed to spread the sex out among some of the other girls when I had the chance.
Too tired to argue or contest her ability to spend hours getting pounded, she just whined again and swiped a hand at me to go away, falling back into a deep sleep with a contented little smile on her face.
Hopping to my feet, I yawned and stretched. I grimaced down at the couch, broken and sitting on the floor. I was just glad I hadn't brought her back to my room, or I wouldn't have a bed to sleep on. I needed to talk to Pete, see if he could design me a super strong bed frame.
Speaking of my bed frame, I slipped out onto the balcony, not really cold because of how dense my muscle was. I grabbed my phone off the end table as I did and made a call.
It was a bit late, but having been out of town I had an excuse. "What?" Snapped the annoyed voice of my girlfriend.
"Hey there." I said with a grin. "Just figured I'd let you know I was back. Hope things weren't too boring without me."
I could almost HEAR the eye roll. "I lived my whole life without you around Billy." Said Gwen, amusement coloring her tone. "I think I can survive a short trip out of town."
"I don't really consider that 'living' per se." I said loftily. And the sound of her trying to smother giggles made me smile. It was a lot easier to interact with Gwen in post nut clarity. I should call her every time I finished demolishing Felicia's ass.
"So, how was the trip?" She said curiously. "You went with your uncle's students you said? Also remind me to have you explain why a homeless guy has an uncle with a private jet. What were they like?"
I shrugged. "Well I convinced them to let me bring Peter along, and one of the girls kind of had a crush, so that was fun to watch. Other than that the guy we went with was a complete douche, the redheaded girl was banging the teacher we brought with us, and aforementioned teacher was a little hairy asshole. The Moroccan exchange student was pretty cool though, and we picked up another one while we were there who is legit nobility."
I gave her a very true but very vague list of details that conveniently left her with a few things to focus on that weren't really my problem. "Wait." She said in a disturbed voice. "One of the teachers is having sex with a student? That's so unethical."
I shrugged. "She's nineteen. She can make her own choices. If she wants to put her legs behind her ears while a miniature version of the Brawny paper towel guy clear cuts her forest it's not my business. She's a pretty cool person and I think she could do better, but I already have a gorgeous girl to concern myself with." Four or five of them actually, but I figured it didn't hurt to pander.
Gwen wasn't the type to coo over compliments, and just scoffed, but I could hear the pleased tone in her voice as she continued. "Well if they're adults at least it isn't illegal. But it's still kind of skeevy."
"Oh Logan is the definition of skeevy." I agreed. "So what did you do while I was gone anyway? I took your nerd with me, you must have been lost without Pete to torment."
"I do not TORMENT Peter " She said haughtily. "I just do my best to toughen him up a bit. He's such a wuss. If he was a bit more assertive his life could be so much easier. Apparently I didn't need to bother though, since you managed to find him a girl other than that redheaded skank who never looks at him twice."
That surprised me. "You've met her then? I've only seen pictures. I take it you aren't a fan?"
"I don't like her." She said bluntly. "She takes him for granted. He's a sweet guy and she leads him on. She has guys falling all over her and she asks poor Peter to take her modeling pictures. Doesn't even care how that looks to him. He deserves better than to be taken advantage of."
I snorted. "Yeah, poor Peter. He gets to take borderline pornographic pictures of a redheaded bombshell he's crazy about. It must be torture."
She made a disgusted sound. "Can you not be such a...boy. She's taking advantage. At the very least he should be getting paid. He's a professional photographer and she uses those shots for actual magazines."
That wasn't a terrible point, but I doubted Pete minded. Still, I decided to change the subject. "Well Kitty won't be taking advantage anytime soon. Despite the valley girl aesthetic she's a shy little need just like him. You should have seen them together, it was like watching puppies play."
It was almost funny to me how indignant Gwen got on Peter's behalf given his short lived crush on her. Still, I liked her even more for it. Despite treating him like an asexual tech nerd, she was a good friend, and worried for our buddy.
"That sounds pretty cute." She said with a chuckle. "That's good. He deserves a sweet girl like that."
I suspected with me as a role model Pete was probably going to try for the trifecta actually, but I knew reminding Gwen I had other girls wouldn't be in my best interests so I kept my mouth shut.
We talked for a while longer, Gwen chattering about band practice and being annoyed with her dad, and she sounded so happy when we got off the phone it was hard not to smile myself.
"You realize that was pretty messed up?" Said an accented voice from behind me. I turned, not really surprised to find Betsy leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed.
The purple haired noble girl looked disapproving, and I raised an eyebrow. "How do you figure?"
"You spent the last four hours making that mingy cunt in the catsuit squeal like a pen full of pigs and then called and had a sweet conversation with whoever that was." She sounded accusing, but I wasn't self absorbed enough to think it was jealousy. She looked offended. Like I'd crossed a line.
Raising an eyebrow, I didn't shy away. "That was Gwen. My girlfriend. She knows we aren't exclusive. And you didn't seem to mind the idea of me bending YOU over despite knowing I was going to fuck Felicia."
She scoffed. "Because I know what I'm getting into, and the cat is a desperate slag who was panting for it. If you're convincing some sweet little thing you're her one and only though, I can find another place to live."
"I told you." I said firmly. "I made sure she knew we weren't exclusive. She knows there are other girls, even if we don't talk about it." Far from being angry at the assumption though, I was curious. "I take it you have experience with infidelity?"
It was interesting she didn't care about sex in general, just cheating. She shrugged, looking away. "My old man liked the girls. He'd bring them over when my mum was out at tea or at events with friends. Sometimes I'd catch him with my friends when they came over. My mum never knew. She didn't want to know."
I nodded understandingly. "Sounds rough. I bet you stopped having female friends over pretty quick once that happened a time or two."
She snorted. "Slags. Throw a little money and a handsome older man at them and they're on their backs inside a minute. I didn't need them. I preferred bringing lads home anyway. Dear old daddy caught me a time or two as well. Seeing him look disgusted as his sweet girl got her guts hollowed out was almost better than the sex."
"Wow." I said, impressed. "I think you have a more dysfunctional relationship with your dad than I do with my mom. That's impressive." I paused for a second before deciding to point out the obvious. "Isn't it kind of hypocritical to judge your dad or those girls for fucking if you're down to clown though?"
She scoffed again. "Hardly. I never claimed to be a Saint. I like taking some todger as much as the next bird, but I'm not married now am I? Not sure how to feel about your...situation. But if she really doesn't care I suppose it's not too bad, especially since you're just dating."
I shrugged. At least she wasn't passed anymore. "So what are you doing up anyway? It's like two in the morning British time."
She shot me an incredulous look. "You're joking." Said flatly. "That caterwauling strumpet of yours kept the whole damned building up. It was like listening to worlds most vocal porno." She grinned. "Not that I minded much. Finger punched my snuff box a fair few times to that slag getting her guts rearranged. Hussy or not, she's got a body on her. Even came out and watched a few times, not that you lot noticed."
I shrugged. I knew Felicia wouldn't care much, and I certainly didn't. Betsy was a cutie and if she wanted to tickle her clam watching me break my kitten in half it was no skin off my nose.
"So aside from masturbating to my sex life, any plans for being in New York?" I said in amusement. "Gonna get a job or something?"
She blew out a breath. "Bloody hell. I hadn't given it much thought. Never did need one back home. But I suppose if I'm out on my own I might need to." She gave me a lazy grin. "Unless you're hoping to make me your kept woman, big daddy? Seems your slag can't take you on by herself, you hoping for a team up?"
"Maybe later." I said with a smile. "You just got here, and while I COULD have kept going. Felicia drained my balls pretty good, so I'm in a clearer headspace. You're lucky or I'd have bent you over and played those cute little ass cheeks like bongos with my hips."
That got an actual blush, which I thought was cute as fuck. "So...why so blindsided about Gwen? I could have sworn you heard Felicia mention me dating someone."
She shrugged. "I just figured she was being sparky. Hearing you be all sweet and companionable with her put my back up is all."
I snickered at that. "I'd rather have your back down. You can leave that ass in the air though." She flashed me a peace sign in reverse, which based on her expression was some British insult, and I laughed.
Walking over to the kitchen I took out some bowls to pour some cereal into. Once that was done I sat in one of the reinforced chairs at the table.
We ate in silence for a bit before Betsy spoke again. "I...think I want to try that. Jokes aside. A job I mean. Never really gave that a fair shake I suppose. Even if you're willing to put me up I can give it a go."
"Any ideas what you want to do?" I asked with interest. "Telepathy would make you good at basically any form of customer service. Or bad at it I guess, it might be frustrating to hear what people have to say."
"That's a bloody understatement." She said tiredly. "Being here with you is the quietest thing I've done with another person in years." She grinned. "You about fucked the brain function out of tits over there, which certainly helps."
I didn't even try to hide my pride at that. "How about something a bit more proactive. My team could use a telepath. Especially since I'm supposed to be infiltrating some crazy mutant cult. I bet a mind reader wouldn't go amiss there."
She frowned at that. "I never got a normal job, but I did some work with my powers obviously. Mostly merc work though. I never tried the hero thing. I assume that doesn't pay?"
"I mean...I can pay you in sex." I said innocently. She rolled her eyes but I saw a tiny smirk.
"I'm not going to commit to anything." She said pensively. "But you did help me out of a sticky wicket. I'll join you on your little cult infiltration."
Grinning, I pointed my spoon at her. "That's great news. I can't wait to tell the others. Knowing what people are thinking will help us blend better." I assumed Uncle Chuck would have sent Jean if they didn't know what she looked like.
Betsy seemed...happy. I guessed she had some shit to get off her chest, and now that she had it was cool to hang out with her. Even without the flirting we got along. She was pretty cool and had great taste in music.
We talked about plenty of other stuff too. Books, movies (she was a big Mel Brooks fan) and her life growing up as nobility. It was interesting breakfast conversation to say the least. Well, dinner I guessed. It was nine at night. But breakfast in terms of actual meal.
Finally we finished eating and headed into the living room to watch TV. Felicia was still passed out mostly naked on the couch and I decided to use that fat ass as a pillow as I turned on the television.
Betsy looked half amused half turned on as I flipped channels, and I had to admit I got it. Still. Felicia had a very soft ass and it made an excellent pillow. Between this and the previous night I could see why Claire was so whipped.
There wasn't much on at this time of night, and we stopped on a syndicated episode of Charmed that I hadn't seen before. Betsy seemed to find it hilarious and I enjoyed seeing her laugh. Felicia never stirred under me and all in all it was a fun night. Sometimes it was nice to do some team bonding.
February 16th 2001, New York City, Eastwick High School 6:00 PM EDT
The Church of the Shi-ar enlightenment, the cult we'd agreed to infiltrate for Uncle Chuck in exchange for the use of his blackbird, was…not what I expected. We'd agreed to the undercover thing, and because we were mostly unknown quantities we were able to show up to one of their meetings as a team and not worry about them knowing we were with the X-men (for the moment).
That didn't change the fact that when people said 'Cult' I imagined megachurches and fancy mansions like Uncle Chuck's place, not whatever this was.
Setup for this little meeting had taken place in a school gym of all things. A massive open room with gleaming hardwood floors lined with bleachers. Tables had been set up, and people were giving out free cups of punch and fairly tasty looking snacks, cheerfully chatting with anyone who came up to them to speak.
What they were NOT doing, was seeking people out to force confrontation. It seemed more like a youth mixer than any kind of cult recruitment. I glanced at my crew, confirming we could pass for random teens (which I guess we were anyway) Pete was dressed up in khakis and a polo, with Betsy hanging off his arm, her voice a perfect valley girl drawl as chattered at her 'boyfriend'.
The british girl had her hair up in pig tails, and was wearing a sleeveless black shirt, strategically torn in places to show lots of skin, arm warmers, a short ruffled black skirt and matching knee socks under mary janes. The warmers and socks were purple and black stripes, and she was wearing lipstick and eye shadow matching her hair.
We'd decided they would be more approachable as a couple, while also making it less likely for one or both of them to run into unwanted sexual attention. I hadn't known what to expect from a cult, but creepy cult leaders convincing girls to drop their panties was up there on the list. It didn't seem to have been necessary, granted, but I wasn't complaining about seeing my best friend squirm as the pretty purple haired brit used him as a casual stripper pole.
She wasn't really being overtly sexual though, just touchy, and I was pretty sure she wasn't really interested, at least going off how she threw glances at me. I, meanwhile, was dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans, with a long sleeved button up over it, and Felicia was pulling all the attention in a skimpy spaghetti strap top and a pair of booty shorts, her hair in a ponytail and sunglasses on her forehead.
Clinging to my arm, she was playing the girlfriend too, albeit a much more explicit one, as she tried to get me to look down her shirt or rubbed that voluminous ass on my subtly. "So." I said relatively quietly. "Betsy, who should we talk to first?" I tried to pretend I was just looking for suggestions, but our new telepath was the best tool we had for this.
She grimaced. "I'm not sure any of them, really. They're mostly newcomers like we are, here to hear out the church because they're sick of humans treating them like second class citizens. They don't know any more about this place than we do."
"Damn, well we can st-" I froze, eyes locking in on someone standing off to one side, manning one of the tables. An older black man with kind eyes and laugh lines. One I knew well. Gerald Levine.
Gerald worked for my dad, and was his fixer for any…unsavory activities. Gerald's kind smile convinced everyone he was a calm, compassionate, caring person, but honestly, he was mostly just a sociopath. Gerald would do absolutely anything my father told him to, and he would do it with that same kind smile, because Gerald didn't give a shit about literally anybody.
He was a scary fucking guy, and that was ME saying that. I was pretty sure he wouldn't hurt me, or my friends, but I was equally sure if he had the motivation to do so he could find a way. I was incredibly durable, but Gerald was a problem solver. If he wanted you dead he would get it done, whether through dropping a building on you or poison.
"Billy." I heard from a distance, a hand waving in my face. I looked down to see Pete trying to get my attention, the rest of the group looking concerned. "You good, man?" He said with a concerned tone. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
Which I had, kind of. A ghost of my past. Gerald had taken care of me sometimes as a kid. The first few times I hadn't taken him seriously, and had just ignored the older man. I'd had a few…accidents. Nothing I could prove was his doing, but painful and scary things coincidentally happening to me.
Oddly enough, when I obeyed Gerald and did what I was told my luck got much better, and I became much more docile when he watched me. It wasn't rational really, because I could kill him easily, but Gerald was the boogeyman of my childhood, and I'd never gotten over being afraid of him.
Luckily, my mother had found out about his creative discipline methods, and my dad had barely kept her from killing him. I might be scared of Gerald, but Gerald was TERRIFIED of Emma Frost, so I was pretty sure he wouldn't fuck with me too badly.
I explained the cliff notes version of all this to my team as I kept and eye on Gerald, who was doing his best not to look at me directly, smiling jovially at random teens as he served them punch and jalapeno poppers.
"That's messed up." Said Pete bluntly. "If this guy is a problem we should take care of it. Get him kicked out or something."
I smiled at him. "Thanks, man. But that ain't happening. He's already under here, and trying to mess with him will just burn all of us. He hasn't tried to make contact, so chances are good he'll leave us alone if we do the same for him. Just focus on the mission."
"Which is what exactly?" Said Felicia. "Are we supposed to take this place down? Learn more? Join up? I'm not super clear on what our task actually is."
"Recon." I said firmly. "First step is recon. Learn more about them, try to understand how they work."
Betsy looked up sharply. "We're about to get a firsthand introduction. Seems like the leader is here. She's…weird. Her mind is regimented, very organized. I can only access parts of it and I can tell she placed them in such a way as to obscure other thoughts. This kind of mental discipline is…inhuman."
She was staring off into the distance, sounding disturbed, eyes crinkled like she was staring into the sun or something. Apparently the mind of this leader person was literally painful to interface with.
We weren't the only ones looking though, because as the door to the gym pushed open, everyone looked up as one at the woman who came inside, seemingly drawn in by her absurd charisma, the sheer magnetism of her almost suffocating in such a small space.
I didn't know if it was a mutant ability, or some kind of natural human gift, but the air of command and competence around her was almost palpable. It was like staring at a tornado, attention sucked in and never let go.
Of course, her being milfy as fuck didn't hurt any either. She had a gorgeous face, long dark hair, and a bit of a five head, though oddly the flaw seemed to enhance the rest of her rather than detract. Her body was tight and lean, apple sized tits and a tiny waist that swayed sinously when she walked. She looked like a predator.
I was pretty much instantly turned off. I didn't mind dangerous women, but this particular aura of danger reminded me too much of the least sexually appealing woman in the world to me. My mom. She strode to the middle of the room, and I was forced to acknowledge her ass could probably crack concrete, but I was still a bit uncomfortable around her.
"Welcome." She said, in a purring, seductive drawl. "To the Church of Shi'ar Enlightenment. My name is Lilanra Neramani." Her cool amber eyes scanned the room, reminding me of nothing so much as an eagle searching for prey. "I am overjoyed to see so many of our brothers and sisters in attendance today. Now, I know most of you simply wished for a free meal, I won't do you the disservice of assuming you converted already, but I thought perhaps I might speak a while."
There was a general consensus as everyone nodded politely, and Lilandra's full lips twisted into a wide smile. Everything about her was twigging my danger sense, and I realized with a start that it wasn't JUST in my head. I'd involuntarily started viewing her aura like I had Marko, and this sense of dread was coming from reading her actual nature.
Once I realized I was doing it I stuffed that particular talent back in its box. Lilandra, meanwhile, continued her monologue. "Now I'm sure some of you have the wrong idea about us. You think we're mutant supremacists, that we hate humans, and that couldn't be further from the truth. The Church isn't about hate, or exclusion, we serve a higher calling."
With the aura sense off I wasn't getting the same horrifying subtext to her words, but I could still sense the predatory intent. She was talking like a snake lulling its prey into a false sense of security. Hypnotic. Cajoling.
"We." She said sweetly. "ARE superior. Mutants are the next step in human evolution, the next stone on the path. But humanity isn't our enemy. Being further ahead isn't an excuse to abuse them, it's a responsibility. We are the shepherds, the trailblazers, leading the way to what all humans will eventually be."
I noticed she hadn't even bothered to disguise calling humanity all sheep, but I wasn't really bothered. Her point was lost on me anyway. I disliked the presumption that power made you beholden to others inherently. I didn't accept that I was a 'shepherd'.
"And of course." She went on. "This gift we've been given comes with certain…costs. We weren't flukes of genetics, my friends, we were CHOSEN. Selected as the best of the best to usher humanity into a new era. To be ambassadors and teachers for the being that gave us the gifts we all possess."
Someone raised their hand, and Lilandra's now wide and fanatical amber eyes locked onto them like an eagle spotting a tasty field mouse. Her attention seemed to make the girl hunch over in her seat, but she asked her question anyway. "What being, exactly?"
Lilandra's smile widened. "Why, the Phoenix of course." Her absolute certainty was a little jarring, but I'd heard weirder. Still, I hadn't pegged this place for that type of Church. "The Phoenix is an ancient force of nature, a massive interdimensional being that represents unchained power and potential."
She was clearly a firm believer in what she was saying, and her charismatic delivery definitely helped. Granted, I saw her lose about three quarters of the crowd with her religious nutjobbery, but I also saw a few people show a bit of interest.
Lilandra went on to explain more about the Phoenix, how it had created mutants to be its ambassadors to humanity, to help it extend its power to all mankind and usher in an age of perfect enlightenment. Hence the name of the Church. The Enlightenment mentioned was one of all men becoming mutants.
I was skeptical that would help the problems I sought to address. I wasn't a mutant supremacist, I just didn't like being taken advantage of. Several of my friends and teammates weren't mutant at all, and if the world became a mutant paradise, it would just make it easier for people with power to find and imprison those of us with MORE of it.
She prosthelytized for about twenty minutes, somehow managing to avoid most of the pitfalls of religious babbling. To my shock, a lot of the more disbelieving listeners seemed to be picking up some of what she laid down. Not the weird pseudo-god stuff, but her general mindset seemed to be seeping into their collective unconscious one word at a time.
It was easy to see why she was the leader here, because she was pretty damned convincing. She just had this vibe that she was a strong leader who could carry you to a safe and prosperous future. The predatory air could be soothing in its own way when she wanted it to be. She clearly knew how to play the game.
Eventually, the sermon ended, and she dismissed us all to mingle and get some more food and punch. I actually tried a glass of the stuff, it was sweet but sort of thick, a dark purple concoction that was a tiny bit astringent while still being pleasant. Once I got my glass though, I turned around to find Lilandra standing behind me, smiling warmly.
"William Frost." She said with intensity. "I hadn't expected you here, but I suppose maybe I should have." At my surprise, she smiled knowingly. "I keep an eye on all the important mutant players, and your mother is one of the big three. I find it…interesting, that you aren't at the Academy of Tomorrow anymore."
I shrugged. "All children, save one, grow up." Her raised eyebrow made me chuckle. "People so often think that I'm an idiot because I'm large and strong. I WAS raised by Emma Frost. Do you think my mother would abide a stupid child?"
She nodded her head, conceding the point. I didn't use my classical education much, I didn't see the need, but I was far from stupid, and I could play fancy high society brat when needed, even if it made my teeth itch a bit. "So. To what do I owe this personal attention? Here to recruit me into your Church more…forcefully?"
That got a giggle, a surprisingly girlish sound for an older woman. "Strong arm the grandson of Sebastian Shaw himself? I'm afraid even I lack the temerity for such a brazen act. No, I'm here because I'm aware of quite a bit of what goes on in town. Your little dust up at the docks was hardly subtle."
I shrugged. Our little team up with the X-men was equally loud, but we'd rightly considered the distance a mitigating factor, at least from what I could tell. "That's interesting. Well, you've told me about something I did earlier this week, which, since I was there, I already know. What other fascinating information do you have to share?"
She gave me a devilish smile. "How about the involvement of our very own mutant messiah? How about if I tell you those twins were working for Magneto?"
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