Preface

The XXX-Gene
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at /works/45348652.

Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category:
F/M
Fandoms:
Marvel Cinematic Universe, X-Men - All Media Types, Marvel (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel
Relationship:
Original Male Character/Everyone
Characters:
Original Male Character, more to be added as the story progresses, The X-Men - Character
Additional Tags:
Sex Powers, Rough Sex, more to be added as the story progresses - Freeform
Language:
English
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Published: 2023-02-26 Updated: 2024-03-24 Words: 74,375 Chapters: 29/?
The XXX-Gene

by CambrianBeckett

Summary

Summary: In which a young man's mutation opens his eyes to a whole new world of possibilities. He can do anything if he sets his mind to it... and has enough sex first of course. But then... is there really ever such a thing as 'enough' sex?

One of my current ongoing stories here and on all of my other websites such as QuestionableQuesting, Hentai-Foundry, and Fanfiction. This story will update twice a month, usually.

Links to my profiles on other websites can be found in the Notes at the end of the chapters.

Notes

See the end of the work for notes

Prologue

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Thaddeus groans, tilting his head back as he enjoys the 'tender' affections of the young Asian woman in a crouch before him. Stacy Li was one of the more popular girls in the school, but that didn't stop her from coming to him for his… help. Not that anyone who caught wind of what they were doing back behind the school building would be all that surprised even if they did find out.

After all, Thaddeus was your stereotypical jock. Standing at a couple inches north of six feet, broad shouldered with a chiseled jaw, he even had the blond hair and blue eyes to make him really shine. He was literally the Quarterback of the Football Team in fact. Stacy herself was no slouch when it came to high school's social hierarchy. The girl was definitely one of the popular ones, just like him. That was half the reason she'd had the confidence to approach him about this in the first place.

As she slobbers up and down his knob, Thaddeus leans back against the wall behind him, watching her work. His cock is clearly the longest and biggest she's ever dealt with, if she's ever even blown a guy before at all. Her experience or lack thereof makes it likely she's not fellated anyone before him. Her enthusiasm is nice and all, but it's a poor substitute for skill in this regard. He probably would have cum by now if she were better at what she was doing.

Pulling back for a moment, Stacy pants, her perky breasts heaving in her cute little top as she gives his saliva-coated cock a few strokes and him a big, winning smile before returning to her task. She gurgles her way down his shaft like a woman possessed, eager to receive her reward. But she's going to have to do better than this if she wants him to cum before-

BRRRIIIIIING! BRIIIIIIIIIIIING!

Thaddeus twitches, as the final bell for the school day suddenly rings. They're officially late to First Period, but rather than pull back in a panic, Stacy just goes all the harder. She's desperate and more than willing to be tardy for this. Truth be told… so is he.

It's only a couple minutes more anyways before Thaddeus finally tips over the edge. He grunts, cumming in her mouth. He doesn't ask here if she wants it anywhere else, that would ruin the point. He also doesn't warn her though, a little perturbed by how long she took. Stacy is prepared nonetheless, sucking down his load like there's no tomorrow, gurgling away at it as she guzzles his jizz down like her life depends on it.

It doesn't, but her grades do. As she drinks his cum and the oral sex comes to a close, Thaddeus' breath hitches. He feels it in his chest, the familiar rush of fresh vitality and the boost he gets from whenever he completes a sexual act.

Stacy rocks back off of his cock, a tendril of cum connecting her lips to his dick as she gasps, feeling the same. Well, not quite the same. Hers is a little different, from what Thaddeus understands.

Quickly wiping the back of her mouth with her hand, Stacy hops to her feet and gives him a wide grin.

"Thanks Chad! You're a life saver!"

Thaddeus shakes his head.

"Please, call me Thad."

But it's too late, Stacy has already run off and his quiet murmur falls on deaf ears. Letting out a sigh, the blond blue-eyed giant of a young man sets about tucking his cock back into his boxers and fixing up his clothing. If she knew the truth, Stacy Li probably wouldn't have been so gung-ho about servicing him. No one but him seemed to understand quite what was happening, but by now Thaddeus had a pretty good idea.

Basically, whoever he gets with gets a boost to their mental and physical after having sex with him in some way. He gets one too. However, HIS boosts are permanent, theirs are temporary. He probably wouldn't have even noticed if it weren't for the slowly stacking effect. He WAS an incredibly handsome high school jock after all, so yes, he got a lot of pussy.

Shaking his head, Thaddeus grabs his backpack and begins heading for First Period. He's tardy, but as the School Quarterback, it's not likely to matter.

His life has certainly been different, ever since he figured out he had powers. He'd become the 'good luck charm' of the popular girls after one of them got an A on her math test the day after giving him head. In fact, Stacy had just got done blowing him because she was hoping to pull an A on her history midterm today.

The thing was, Thaddeus wasn't a good luck charm. He was pretty sure he was one of those mutants. He just didn't look like one. He looked like the quintessential All-American Man. Only, he wasn't sure how much longer that façade would hold. See, part of his permanent boosts from having sex was an increase in intelligence. Six months ago, he hadn't even known what 'quintessential' meant. Now, he was using it casually in his thoughts.

Reaching the classroom, Thaddeus steps inside, giving a nod to his friends on the Football Team who smile and nod to him in turn. He begins to make his way to his desk, only to be stopped by a cleared throat belonging to an unfamiliar and altogether feminine voice.

… His First Period Teacher was usually a dude, but when Thaddeus looks to the front of the room, there's a beautiful, raven-haired woman standing there in a white blouse and a pencil skirt. She has a single sculpted eyebrow raised and is tapping her foot as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"And what is your excuse for being so late Mister…"

Thaddeus winces. Shit, they had a substitute today, apparently? A glance at the board behind her shows that her name is apparently Ms. Kenner. Well, he's gotten off on the wrong foot with Ms. Kenner, there's no doubt about that.

"… Thad, ma'am. And I'm sorry. I got caught up talking outside."

The raven-haired woman's eyes seem to flash at that weak-ass excuse. It wasn't like he could tell her what he'd actually been doing though, right? Still, something about the beautiful substitute teacher sets Thaddeus' nerves on edge. He's not sure why, but it's like he's staring into the eyes of a predator or something. Finally though, Ms. Kenner just scoffs.

"Take your seat… Thad."

Ducking his head, he does exactly that, taking a seat in the middle of his friends. One of them, a guy named Skylar, gives him a shit-eating grin and a fist bump that Thaddeus feels obligated to return, but can tell is making him no friends with their substitute teacher who definitely sees it. Ever since he started getting these boosts to himself, he's been able to notice things like that a lot better if he's being honest.

Unfortunately, he has to choose exactly who he wants to appeal to in this moment. If he ignores the fist bump with Skylar, then he risks damaging their friendship. And while technically as the school Quarterback, Thaddeus can safely shed a few friends and still come out smelling as roses, he's aware that he's already changed enough recently to be marked as 'Other' by some of his fellow students. Best not to rock the boat too much.

Ms. Kenner, after all, was only going to be around for a short time, presumably. So catering to his bros over her was just the obvious right choice. Or so Thaddeus figured. It's not until they get back to taking the role call that his entrance had interrupted that he finds out just how much he's pissed the substitute teacher off.

Already halfway through the list of names, Ms. Kenner goes through the rest and then returns back to the top… to the one that hadn't gotten her an answer before his arrival.

"Chad Cummings? Still not here?"

Thaddeus' face goes bright red and he raises his hand. Yes, his actual name was Chad Cummings. Thaddeus was one of his middle names. Needless to say, after gaining a couple dozen IQ points from fucking and getting sucked off by popular girls these past six months, he'd come to despise the name Chad Cummings. He really preferred Thaddeus, these days. Unfortunately, Chad was still his legal first name.

"Here ma'am."

Ms. Kenner's eyes zero in on him like a hawk and she narrows them like one too.

"And here I thought your name was Thad, young man."

Flushing, Thaddeus opens his mouth to explain, only for the substitute to cut him off.

"Detention, Mr. Cummings. I'll be seeing you after school."

That riles up the class something fierce, even as Thaddeus sits there, stunned. All of his teammates sitting around him look personally offended on his behalf. After all, they had football practice after school, and the normal faculty knew better than to assign detention to the school's Star Quarterback. They all wanted to go all the way this year.

Ms. Kenner, obviously, didn't care about any of that. On the one hand, Thaddeus knew she was right to punish him. He'd been late to class and TECHNICALLY lied to her about his name. On the other hand, he wasn't used to people in a position of authority actually holding him accountable. It was a little strange… but not entirely terrible.

Beside him however, Skylar is not nearly as impressed by Ms. Kenner's no-nonsense attitude.

"Ma'am! Chad is our QB! We need him at practice, can't you just like… assign extra homework or something?"

The exaggerated wink that Skylar gives him has Thaddeus blinking. The other man had noticed Thaddeus was… well, changing in recent months. He might not understand one lick of it, but Skylar knew enough to know that Thaddeus didn't have any trouble with homework anymore. Extra homework would be handled just as easily as the normal load, truth be told.

Even still, the wink doesn't go unnoticed by Ms. Kenner. Thaddeus isn't sure why Skylar thought it would. The look on her face is quickly becoming rather wrothful, but before she can reply, a voice suddenly comes over the intercom.

"Chad Cummings, please report to the Principal's Office. Chad Cummings, please report to the Principal's Office."

Thaddeus blinks, his already slightly pink face only growing redder as that… stupid name is broadcast across the entire school. Not that it was a mystery to anyone, he'd quite literally gone to school with some of these kids all his life. But even still, he had come to despise being known as the Quintessential 'Chad' these past six months. He just wanted to differentiate himself from the stereotypical jock he'd been all his life.

Still, he's been called to the Principal's Office. Standing up, he shoots an apologetic look to Ms. Kenner, who just frowns at him for a moment before jerking her head towards the door. Giving her a respectful nod, he moves to leave the classroom, only for her voice to catch him on the way out.

"I'll still expect to see you after school for that detention, Mr. Cummings."

… Right. Thaddeus pauses for a moment to make it clear he heard, and then leaves the room, Skylar's protests fading into the distance as he makes his way down the hall towards the Principal's Office. It takes him a few minutes to traverse the school, and when he finally arrives, the secretary outside gives him a bright smile and waves him in.

"They're waiting for you, Chad."

Grimacing, Thaddeus makes a token effort.

"Um, thank you ma'am, but I go by Thad now."

Eyes twinkling as she clearly holds back laughter, the woman shakes her head.

"You teens and your phases."

It wasn't a phase, but he couldn't exactly stick around to argue the point. The Principal… and apparently the Principal's guest, awaited Thaddeus inside.

Stepping through the door, the first thing the blond notices is the Principal, sitting behind the desk. Principal Badmin is a slightly overweight fellow whose best days are behind him, but still nevertheless has quite the jolly demeanor. As far as School Administrators go, he's not a bad one… he just has an ever so slight obsession with sports over actual learning. During Thaddeus' first years at the school, he had greatly appreciated that fact. After all, until six months ago, Thaddeus' first priority was football and his second priority was girls. Scholastic pursuits and higher education had been at the very bottom of a long list of other things.

These days? He still liked playing football, but he knew his sports career had a shelf life. The more sex he had, the more inhumanly fast and strong he got. With the boost to his intelligence that he'd received as well, he recognized that eventually he would be too fast and too strong for allegations of steroids to not come out. And when the tests for the steroids came back negative, rather than be in the clear, he would be outed as a mutant more than likely.

Was it any wonder then, that he'd started thinking about what a future might look like without college football? He was never going to go professional, and he likely wouldn't be able to play for a college either without being found out. No… his future lay in mental pursuits, plain and simple.

Of course, Thaddeus hadn't told Principal Badmin any of that just yet. He probably never would. And so, the administrator is all smiles as Thaddeus walks into his office.

"Ah, there he is! This is the young man himself, Professor! As I told you, he's one of our best and brightest! The school simply wouldn't be the same without him."

Thaddeus finally turns his attention to the other man in the room. It takes him a second to realize that the man isn't just sitting down in front of Principal Badmin's desk, he's actually wheelchair bound. He's also completely bald, though he wears it well. As their eyes meet, Thaddeus blinks at the knowing look in the Professor's gaze. Then he blinks again, as instead of speaking to him normally, he hears what can only be the other man's voice in his head.

Greetings, young Thaddeus. I am Professor Charles Xavier, and I believe we have a lot to talk about.

The fuck?

Professor X

He manages to refrain from blurting out his disbelief, but it's definitely a near thing. If he were still Chad Cummings, Boneheaded Football Star, there's not a doubt in his mind he would have pointed at Professor Xavier and started making shocked monkey noises like a fucking gorilla or something. Still, he keeps himself in check, trying not to let his surprise show too much on his face.

Luckily, Principal Badmin is not privy to what the bald, wheelchair-bound Professor just did, so he fills the ensuing silence quite nicely.

"This is Professor Charles Xavier, from the Xavier Institute of Higher Learning, Chad! I was just telling him how valuable you are to our High School… and of course, he already had an idea of just how special you are, given he came all this way to meet you in the first place!"

That gets a slow blink from Thaddeus, even as the Professor nods along with an amicable smile on his face.

"Indeed. As I was just telling your Principal, the Xavier Institute is currently looking to give scholarships to bright, deserving individuals who have shown themselves to be of distinguished quality."

Positively bursting, Principal Badmin nods along with the Professor's words.

"Isn't that exciting, Chad? Like I told you, Professor, Chad here is definitely deserving of your scholarship. His work ethic is second to none, and his value as an athlete puts him a head above even our smartest students, I would argue! You would do well to get things squared away now, so that he's able to join up with your Institute as soon as he graduates!"

At this, the wheelchair bound Professor pauses.

"Ah… it would appear there's been a minor misunderstanding, Principal Badmin. The Xavier Institute actually accepts students of all ages. This offer is not for the future, but for the present. It is our belief that this young man would be best served continuing and finishing out his education at the Institute in the immediate, rather than in the distant future."

Thaddeus feels a small spark of hope that the Professor's words, albeit one that's tempered by his current concerns regarding the man's psychic abilities. But even as that spark of hope is lit, it's just as rapidly extinguished when he watches Principal Badmin's entire demeanor transform in real time. The jovial educator's people-pleasing attitude disappears in an instant as he realizes that Professor Xavier is not the ally he thought, but in fact an adversary.

"Ah, that is indeed a misunderstanding. I'm afraid that wouldn't be possible. Chad here has responsibilities to the school and his team. The Football Team simply wouldn't be the same without him, and we couldn't possibly let him go, you see. I'm sure he'd be happy to consider your Institute once he's graduated, but until then, I don't think his educational purposes would be quite as well-served by transferring this late in his Senior Year as you seem to believe."

He should have expected that from Principal Badmin, to be honest. The administrator really wasn't a bad person… but he had his priorities in order, and those priorities didn't allow for someone like Thaddeus to slip through his fingers. Heh, in fact, if Thaddeus hadn't turned his grades around so effectively already, he could almost imagine Principal Badmin using the excuse of failing his classes to hold him back from graduating and keep him at the school another year.

Still, if nothing else, Thaddeus is quite curious about this telepathic Professor. As curious as he is wary, as a matter of fact. He might not be able to get out from under Principal Badmin's thumb just yet, but he won't lie, he wants answers… answers that Professor Xavier might be able to give him.

"I see… would it be possible to speak with young Thaddeus alone, Principal Badmin?"

Startling at hearing his preferred name spoken out loud, Thaddeus glances at the Professor, curious about what he's up to. The Principal on the other hand, only shuts down further.

"I'm afraid that wouldn't be poss-!"

And then, it's like a light switch has been flicked. Suddenly, Principal Badmin is all smiles again, as he stands from his chair.

"Ahem, as I was saying, I'm afraid we don't have any private rooms for you two to speak in… which is why I'm happy to offer you both my own office to speak in privately. I'll be just outside!"

Thaddeus watches the Principal walk around his desk and disappear through the door, blinking dumbly as the door clicks shut behind him. That was… unexpected. And also a little strange. He's not quite sure what just happened.

Thaddeus. I hope you don't mind me conversing this way with you. Less chance of us being overheard.

Stiffening, Thaddeus looks back to the Professor, who gives him a genial smile. In that moment, the blond realizes why Principal Badmin changed his tune. Telepathy… was rather scary, wasn't it?

Yes. My abilities can be used for good and for evil. I do my best to use them responsibly, but I deemed the necessity of interfacing with you in private to be great enough to warrant this little… abuse.

Well, at least he knew it was abuse. More than that, Thaddeus privately agreed with the Professor's decision. Or perhaps not so privately, he realizes in dawning horror. All of his thoughts are laid bare to the Professor, aren't they?

They are. But fret not. I have little to no interest in plumbing the depths of a teenage boy's mind, young Thaddeus. Only your surface thoughts are of interest to me in this moment so that we can have this conversation.

Great, so as long as Thaddeus didn't think about- wait, no! Shit!

A soft chuckle comes from the Professor's lips, his eyes twinkling as Thaddeus goes bright red in response.

It's the Pink Elephant dilemma. Being told not to think about anything will always cause you to think about those things. It's alright though, I do not begrudge you your… youthful pursuits young man. Especially given what they've given you so far.

Thaddeus is even redder as he finds himself involuntarily thinking about ALL that his 'youthful pursuits' had given him. The look on Professor Xavier's face is a rather dry one, and even his mental 'tone' is likewise quite dry.

Even if not for the power you'd discovered, I imagine a young man with your looks would have no shortage of female admirers. There's nothing to be ashamed of, Thaddeus. You've done nothing wrong.

… He knew that of course, but it was still nice to hear it from an adult. After all, he was sure there were plenty of prudes out there that would have considered his somewhat… active sex life to be an abomination against God or something. His parents certainly wouldn't approve if they knew how many girls he'd been with. Well, his dad might have subtly approved, thinking about it. Still, it was nice to know Professor Xavier wasn't one of those types.

Indeed I am not. In fact, the entire reason I am here is because of your intriguing abilities, Thaddeus. You likely have realized it by now… the power that you've begun to tap into is in fact a mutant ability.

Oh. Huh, yeah, he had thought that already, hadn't he? Nice to have it confirmed though. Except… for a brief moment, Thaddeus feels a spike of panic. What if the man in front of him is here on behalf of the government, and he's being snatched up to be sent to some sort of government facility to be experimented on?!

… But even before the Professor can respond to that, Thaddeus realizes how silly such a thing would be. For one thing, the man in front of him is clearly an incredibly powerful telepath, especially if he was able to get Principal Badmin to quite literally change his mind at the drop of a hat. If he wanted to, he could have grabbed Thaddeus at any time instead of going through this whole song and dance.

Exactly, right, dear boy. Put simply, I am not with the government. I represent exactly what I have said I represent. The Xavier Institute of Higher Learning truly is made for exceptional people just like you. Put plainly, it is a sanctuary that I have made for mutants to congregate and learn together without facing the discrimination and danger that they would experience anywhere else.

It sounds amazing. And yet, at the same time it still sounds scary as well. To his mild bemusement, Thaddeus realizes that now that he has the option right in front of him, he's not sure he wants to. On the one hand, a large part of him DOES want to escape this life of his before his house of cards can crumble and someone realizes he's not the normal, All-American Chad Cummings they all think he is.

On the other hand, change is hard and he's admittedly afraid of leaving behind everything he knows. Never seeing his bros on the Football Team again, never seeing the girls he's been having dalliances with again. It was… well, he just wasn't sure that he was ready to take that leap.

Of course, a moment later he cringes as he realizes the Professor had probably 'heard' his every thought just now. But Charles Xavier just gives him a smile and a slight nod.

It's alright, Thaddeus. Change IS hard. I do not expect you to make this decision right this moment. In fact, it's not a decision that comes with a time limit, nor is it one that CAN be made right this moment. We would need to speak with your parents after all and receive their consent before anything else could happen anyways.

Thaddeus blanches at that thought. He hadn't even considered that his parents would need to sign off on sending him to a Mutant School. They would never agree, so there went that plan. But even as he feels a seed of despair nestling its way into his heart, the Professor is quick to pluck it right back out.

Do not fret. It does not necessarily have to be informed consent. If it is your choice to come to my school young man, your parents will be convinced that doing so is the best for you. I am not above misdirection and obfuscation in the pursuit of protecting our kind.

Heh, that made him feel better, actually. Though also a little queasy, from the knowing look in Professor Xavier's eyes, he understood that. The man, despite being quite powerful, was clearly a good man. Either that, or he was using his telepathy to mind control Thaddeus into believing that, in which case there wasn't much Thaddeus could do in that regard anyways.

Perhaps wisely, Professor Xavier doesn't actually dignify that last thought with a response. Instead, the bald man turns his wheelchair and gestures to the door.

"Shall we? I believe we're done for now, yes?"

Nodding, Thaddeus goes and holds the door open for the Professor, stepping out only behind him. As they exit the Principal's office, its to find Badmin engaging in small talk with what Thaddeus can only describe as an African Goddess of a woman. She's as tall as Thaddeus himself is, with a statuesque, dark-skinned body. She's incredibly beautiful, and her stark white hair only makes her more exotic to his eyes.

As soon as she sees them, the woman focuses on Professor Xavier, stepping forward with a no-nonsense tone.

"The perimeter is clear, Professor. Is this him?"

Her eyes roam up and down Thaddeus' body, and he can't help but feel like he's being checked out. He straightens up and puffs out his chest, for the first time in a long time trying to actually impress a girl instead of it being effortless.

To his immense satisfaction, there's the faintest hint of approval in the white-haired woman's eyes, before she turns her gaze back to Professor Xavier.

"Ah, yes, this is indeed him. Thaddeus, this is Ororo. Ororo, this is Thaddeus."

Taking a step forward, Thaddeus offers Ororo a genial smile as well as his hand to shake. She returns the smile and is just about to shake his hand when Principal Badmin cuts in from the side.

"Ahem, actually, Thaddeus is his middle name, Professor. His first name is Chad. Chad Cummings, our Star Quarterback!"

There's a pause, even as Thaddeus wants to curl in on himself and die. He half-expects to see judgment in Ororo's eyes when he sneaks a peek over at the beautiful dark-skinned woman, but to his surprise and slight delight, she actually has a note of understanding and pity in her eyes. He doesn't know if that's because the Professor has filled her in on his circumstances or she's just connected the dots herself… but he kind of appreciates it.

Taking his hand at long last, Ororo gives it a solid shake and him a knowing smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

Not using either name is clearly an exercise in diplomacy, and one that Thaddeus doesn't mind all that much.

"You too!"

After all, he's willing to forgive a lot for a beautiful woman like this…

"We'll be in touch, young man. For now, think over all that we talked about, alright?"

Looking to Professor Xavier, Thaddeus blushes, remembering that the man knew all about how his mutant ability worked.

"Y-Yes Professor. Of course…"

And with that, the meeting is over. Truth be told, Thaddeus doesn't know what to think of it. As he returns to class and goes about his day, he finds himself drifting along, thinking over the crazy meeting. In comparison to having a conversation with an actual telepath, everything else feels somewhat… dull. Even getting head from another girl during lunch was just somewhat par for the course by now. It all felt so rote.

And yet, it also felt familiar, didn't it? It felt… like home. Did he really want to leave it all behind for the great unknown? Then again, could he really afford not to? As the school day comes to a close, Thaddeus continues moving on autopilot, too lost in his own thoughts and what the future might hold to even think about where his feet were taking him.

He makes it all the way to the Locker Room before Skylar's voice finally pulls him out of his introspection.

"Haha! Blowing off that bitch of a substitute after all man? Good call, bet she isn't even waiting for you! Cunt was a total Karen; I think she just wanted to throw her weight around. Doubt she'd actually waste her time overseeing a detention after school, heh."

Wait, what? Thaddeus blinks for a moment, before realizing what Skylar was talking about. Right. The detention. He'd honestly completely forgotten about Ms. Kenner's little power play until this moment. He SHOULD be heading for her classroom, rather than going to Football Practice…

The Substitute

For a second, he considers just going along with Skylar's narrative. The other guy was probably right after all. What was the chance that Ms. Kenner was waiting for him back in her classroom? She might have been caustic and abrasive, but she was still just a substitute. The likelihood of her actually bothering to hold him to his detention was pretty damn low… right?

Except Thaddeus finds himself extrapolating into the future in that moment. He could take the risk, go to practice… and potentially end up with the angry woman stomping out onto the field and shouting at him in front of his Coach and the entire team. The humiliation if such a thing happened would be overwhelming.

In the end, wasn't it better to just go to the detention? If Ms. Kenner wasn't there, he could be back to practice before even five minutes had passed and everything would be fine. And if she was there, if she was such a fucking hardass that she was actually intending on overseeing his detention, then at least Thaddeus would have avoided the embarrassment of having her come out onto the football field to get him.

Of course, he knows immediately that trying to explain as much to Skylar isn't going to go over well. Best not to even try. That's why he gives the other man a hard pat on the shoulder and a thankful grin.

"Hey man, I totally forgot about that! Thanks for reminding me, I'd better head out!"

The look on Skylar's face is honestly priceless, though Thaddeus doesn't let himself laugh or anything like that.

"Wha- wait! Bro, where are you going?! Seriously? What am I gonna tell Coach?"

As he makes his way through the locker room doors, Thaddeus glances back and gives Skylar a thumbs up.

"Oh yeah! Let Coach know I got detention with the new sub, alright? If I'm not back in ten, then don't expect me at practice today!"

Skylar's eyes damn near bulge out of his skull at that.

"Bro you can't-!"

But Thaddeus is already gone, having left the locker room and Skylar's voice behind him. He feels a little guilty for making Skylar the bearer of bad news here, but not too guilty. Truth be told, even if they'd been best friends since they were little, Skylar's whole… attitude had been rubbing Thaddeus the wrong way more and more in the past few months.

The things he'd said about Ms. Kenner were a perfect example. Calling her a bitch and a cunt. Sure, she was a bit of a hardass, and maybe it was unfair the way she'd treated him in class earlier, but that didn't mean she deserved to be called such harsh names. Honestly, it was Thaddeus' fault for being late to class in the first place. He'd just gotten so used to being in a privileged position that he'd let things like that fall to the wayside.

Even still, he's not actually expecting the raven-haired woman to be waiting for him back at his home room. She was just a substitute teacher and knowing how much they got paid and that they were hourly with said hours ending the moment school let out, he couldn't imagine that she would actually want to stay longer after school for no pay at all.

He trudges across the length of the school anyways, fully intending to pop his head into what is likely to be an empty classroom, and then turn right back around and get to football practice after all. All the while, his mind is still spinning from his conversation with Professor Charles Xavier. The man had been one of a kind, that was for sure. And his offer was certainly an interesting one. Thaddeus still didn't know what to make of it.

Of course, when he finally DOES poke his head into his home room, he knows what to make of Ms. Kenner's presence in there even less. She IS still there to his surprise, waiting for him with her arms crossed over her chest as she sits behind her desk. On seeing him peek in, her eyes narrow and Thaddeus can't help but flush a little bit as he steps fully into the classroom.

"Ma'am."

"Mr. Cummings. You're late."

Thaddeus can't help but wince at that. He doesn't enjoy being addressed by his last name any more than his first, really. Unfortunately, his second middle name isn't much better. Thaddeus, his first middle name, really is the only remotely reasonable nomenclature out of all four. Clearing his throat, he tries to give Ms. Kenner an apologetic smile.

"Sorry ma'am, but I'm here now! Look, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot earlier. I was late to class, and I totally own that. But I wasn't trying to lie to you. Chad might be the name on my birth certificate and my school records, but I really do go by Thad… or Thaddeus, if you prefer."

He gives her his best smile at that, trying to put every bit of his charisma into the sudden charm offensive. He even thinks he sees the slightest bit of a pinkish tinge to Ms. Kenner's cheeks… before she scoffs and abruptly stands up, walking out from behind her desk.

"I don't know why you think I care, Mr. Cummings. I'm not here to be your friend, I am your teacher and your startling lack of respect is what landed you here today in this detention. Now, let's begin."

Thaddeus winces again. In a way, her words were fair. But in another, they felt unbelievably unfair. Definitely harsh. But was that just his own biases acting up? He'd gone through life without a care in the world. The handsome blond, blue-eyed football star. The High School Quarterback. He was everyone's golden boy. So maybe… maybe Ms. Kenner wasn't really being unfair, so much as balancing out the scales a little bit?

Either way, he just shrugs and does as he's told. He hadn't ever done a detention before, so he couldn't really say what they were like. He'd seen some examples in modern media, of course. On television and the internet. Sometimes you were supposed to write the same line about how you screwed up a thousand times on the chalkboard. Sometimes you were expected to just sit quietly and do your homework or something.

Neither of those things happened with Ms. Kenner. Instead, the stunning substitute teacher had him doing menial labor. Cleaning up around the classroom came first, and then moving boxes came second. Honestly, the boxes were surprisingly heavy and if it weren't for his growing enhanced physique, Thaddeus isn't sure even his base football star form would have been able to handle them without breaking a sweat. It was like they were filled with rocks or something.

Ms. Kenner had him move all of the boxes out to her car... and then had him move some boxes back inside. Thaddeus wasn't sure if he was supposed to notice that some of the boxes were the same between the two trips. Honestly, he didn't really mind all of the hard work. He'd tried to make some more small talk with the substitute teacher early on, but she'd shut that down in her usual harsh fashion, so eventually he'd given up.

Instead, he spent most of the time thinking about Charles Xavier and his school. And also that woman who'd been with him. Ororo. She was… beauty incarnate. Even more beautiful than Ms. Kenner, Thaddeus could admit in the privacy of his own mind. Though it was a close toss-up, truth be told. Still, both Ororo and Ms. Kenner definitely made the girls Thaddeus HAD been getting with these past few months pale in comparison. There were some hot, sexy young women at his school, don't get him wrong… but none of them held a candle to the two beauties that Thaddeus had met today.

Truth be told, he was half-tempted to take the Professor up on his offer just for the chance at getting closer to Ororo. He wanted to get to know her better. He wanted her to get to know HIM better.

Of course, that was only one small factor in all of this. The confirmation that Thaddeus was a mutant was a much bigger factor. Even more than that, Thaddeus had come to the attention of other mutants. He hadn't thought to ask how the Professor even discovered him back during their meeting. In hindsight, that should have been the most important question on his mind.

After all, if he didn't take the psychic up on his offer, Thaddeus NEEDED to know what gave him away. If only because it might let him hide his true nature a little while longer…

With a grunt, Thaddeus finishes setting down the last of the large boxes in the classroom closet, pulling back and pretending to wipe a hand across his brow. He's not actually winded, but he's gotten good at pretending to be winded recently. He begins to turn, intending to ask Ms. Kenner what she might want from him next, but before he can, her voice cuts in, suddenly silky soft and utterly smooth.

"It doesn't feel good, does it?"

Blinking, Thaddeus looks back at the beautiful substitute teacher. Ms. Kenner stands there, same as before, dressed in her white blouse and black pencil skirt.

"Uh… what?"

Her eyes flash as she gives him a smirk.

"It doesn't feel good to be discriminated against, does it Thaddeus? Especially not for something outside of your control like a stupid, silly name."

His mouth opens and then closes. He's completely thrown by the sudden one-eighty the substitute has pulled on him. Why is she suddenly using his offered name instead of 'Mr. Cummings'? Why does she sound so… understanding, all of the sudden?

"You can expect more of this going forward, of course."

Thaddeus' eyes widen at that. Was she threatening him? Was she declaring she was going to make his life a living hell so long as she was a substitute here? Truth be told, he didn't know how to respond to a declaration like that. Of course, just as he's getting all caught up in it, she continues on and clarifies what she means… while also completely blowing his mind.

"When they find out what you truly are… when they discover that you're a mutant, they'll treat you just like this if not worse. It won't matter that they were your friends, your teachers, your community. In the span of a moment, you'll become Other to them."

He's rendered speechless. She knows? Somehow, she knows he's a mutant. Is she psychic too?! God he hopes not, if she was, she would have seen how often he'd been imagining her naked. Or Ororo naked. Or both of them naked together, covered in strawberries and whipped cream and…

"I'm sure you think because of your good looks that you don't have to worry about such a thing. After all, you don't LOOK like a mutant, do you? But that won't matter. They might hold you up as an example of 'one of the good ones'. Might put you on a pedestal at first. Tokenize you. But eventually, the envy will begin to grow. You'll be too good at the things they want to be good at. You'll show them up at every turn, until they decide that you're better off as their enemy than their friend."

… Okay, no. She wasn't a psychic. If she was, she definitely would have reacted by now to his thoughts. Instead, focusing on what she was actually saying… it sounded like she was giving him the same pitch as Professor Xavier. Just… differently. Before he can respond, Ms. Kenner suddenly smiles and lifts a hand. Thaddeus' eyes go wide as he watches her skin seemingly flow away, being replaced by blue flesh.

The substitute teacher's entire body ripples, and in mere moments Thaddeus is standing in front of an incredibly blue, incredibly naked woman. With orange hair and yellow eyes, Ms. Kenner no longer looks like a beautiful raven-haired substitute teacher. Instead, she looks like a beautiful alien, her blue skin only making her more exotic, and her body to die for with its perfect proportions and curvaceous figure.

Thaddeus can only stare as she steps forward, placing her hand on his chest and walking him back into the nearest wall. As his back thumps against said wall, his heart is pounding in his chest.

"I'm not Ms. Kenner, obviously. That's an alias. My name… is Mystique. And I know the conversation you had with Charles, young Thaddeus. I know he wants to recruit you to his little school. However, it's only right that you know ALL of the options set before you. After all, Charles hasn't told you everything. He hasn't given you the big picture."

Blinking rapidly, trying very hard to focus on her words and not on her naked figure mere inches from him, Thaddeus can only swallow thickly as his cock begins to reach the limits of his pants, starting to strain against its confines. To his mortification, Mystique notices this. Her eyes glance down to his growing bulge… and instead of disgust, she gives him a lecherous grin.

"I would be more than happy to EARN the chance to have you hear me out, Thaddeus."

He could hardly believe his ears.

"W-What?"

Far from the incredibly rude and standoffish act she'd played as Ms. Kenner, Mystique seems to be quite open, even kind. She lets out a tittering laugh… and suddenly reaches down with her other hand, rubbing along his bulge.

"You're a growing young lad, aren't you? It wouldn't be fair to show you the goods without letting you enjoy them."

… She didn't know what his mutant ability was, did she? He's not sure how he makes that jump in logic, but the moment he thinks about it, he's sure he's right. Unlike the Professor, Mystique doesn't have psychic abilities and doesn't know his mutation is related to sex. And yet, she's propositioning him anyways?

"Of course, if you find this form objectionable… it doesn't have to be sex with me."

In an instant, Mystique has transformed into Ororo, except naked. Thaddeus' eyes widen as the blue-skinned shapeshifter grows an inch in height, becoming dark-skinned with white hair as she gives him a lecherous grin with Ororo's face. Then, just as quickly, she shifts back into her base form.

"Or perhaps someone a bit more… well-known."

Just as abruptly as before, Mystique transforms again. This time, she takes a second longer, running her hands up and down her naked, pale body to give Thaddeus a chance to recognize her. Unlike with Ororo, she doesn't grow in height but instead shrinks a few inches, forcing Thaddeus to look down into the face of one Alison Blaire… aka the Dazzler.

She was the popstar to end all popstars. Even Thaddeus owned a couple of her albums, though they'd been gifts from a couple of the girls he'd fucked over the last several months, rather than purchases of his own. Alison Blaire was a good singer though, and her shows were top notch. More than that though? The blonde was simply gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking in her nudity. Though, that could have just been Mystique… amplifying their bodies.

"Well, Thaddeus? What will it be?"

His mouth is unbelievably dry as Mystique grins at him knowingly for a moment longer with the popstar's face, before shifting back into her blue form and awaiting his choice. Truth be told, he already knows what he's going to say. There's only one option, in a situation like this.

The Shapeshifter

"You."

Mystique pauses, a look of befuddlement spreading across the face she's currently mimicking. Still wearing the body of the popstar Alison Blaire, Mystique narrows his eyes at him.

"Excuse me?"

Thaddeus just shrugs.

"If we're going to fuck ma'am… I'd rather fuck you as you are, rather than as anyone else."

It even had the benefit of being mostly true. Oh, don't get him wrong… Thaddeus wouldn't have passed up the opportunity to fuck the Dazzler if the blonde celebrity was really standing in front of him and propositioning him with her naked body. Same with Ororo, even though they'd just met. He was kind of a horndog, and his newly increased intelligence had let him know as much. But he'd come to terms with that.

And yet… Mystique was plenty hot in her 'base' form as well, assuming that the red hair, blue skin, and yellow eyes was her base form. As she stares at him mutely for a moment, Thaddeus lets his eyes roam up and down her beautiful, naked, blue-skinned body. Yeah. Definitely hot. A scoff pulls him out of his musings, making him look her in the eye again.

Lifting an eyebrow in amusement, Mystique steps forward… and drops to her knees before him.

"If you're trying to score bonus points with me or something, it won't work."

And yet, she still pulls his cock out of his confines and takes him in her mouth all the same. Thaddeus groans, even as he places his hands against the wall behind him, resisting the urge to put one on top of the gorgeous… but also dangerous shapeshifter's head.

… Okay, so he'd had one ulterior motive for having her do this as herself. One teensy, tiny reason besides that her base form was just as beautiful as Ororo or Alison Blaire. Basically… he'd hoped to cut down on the distractions he was experiencing at the moment. Nothing quite like a literally blue-skinned lady to keep things crystal clear and to help him maintain his priorities.

Because this? This wasn't just another sexual conquest for him. This was something bigger than all of that. Thaddeus didn't fully understand who Mystique was or what she represented, but he knew enough to know she stood against Professor Xavier and his school. Or if not entirely opposed, then… they definitely diverged. She wanted Thaddeus to pick her over him after all, and had even infiltrated this school to get a shot at Thaddeus.

That was one of the reasons that Thaddeus hadn't said no to sex with her in the first place. He wasn't sure how she would react to him turning her down. He didn't know enough about her to say whether she would have gotten upset with him or not. Oh, don't get him wrong, he was definitely a horny young bastard taking advantage of the opportunity presented… but even still…

Of course, that all said, Thaddeus was still struggling to keep his thoughts in order and avoid getting too distracted from the matter at hand. Mostly because, despite her exotic appearance centering him… Mystique was the best damn cock sucker he'd ever experienced. Her lips suctioned down tighter on his length then any girl before her, and her tongue, her mouth, even her throat… it was all too amazing to put into words.

She was taking every last inch of his cock without even gagging or choking on it, deep-throating his dick like a damn professional. He couldn't help but enjoy her technique really… even when she suddenly pulled off of his cock with a pop and wrapped her tits around his shaft instead. Thaddeus' eyes widen at that, because he knows for a fact her breasts weren't originally large enough for a proper titjob. But it seems she's enlarged them, proving that she doesn't need to mimic someone else's body to use her shapeshifting powers to enhance this experience.

With her mouth now free, Mystique looks up at him with a slight smirk. Her tongue slips out to lick the saliva from around her mouth for a moment, and then she sighs.

"Allow me to explain the situation you're in, Thaddeus. Charles wants to recruit you. Not just for his school, but for his personal little mutant police force."

Thaddeus blinks at that, a little taken aback. But it seems like Mystique is ready for his first reaction to be disbelief, because she's quick to elaborate. All the while, her soft, warm, blue tits are sliding up and down his spit-polished member.

"They call themselves the X-Men. They run around being a general nuisance, claiming to fight for the ephemeral 'greater good'. In actuality, they fight for what Charles wants them to fight for. And most of the time, they don't get happy endings either."

"Wha-… what does that mean?"

He forces the words out, even as he grunts, panting from how amazing Mystique's tits feel. She's seriously blowing all of the girls he's been with up until this point out of the water.

"It means they'll chew you up and spit you back out… all for the sake of the humans who would gladly turn on you the instant they knew what you really were."

She barely gives him a chance to process that, let alone react to it, before she's continuing on with a broad smile.

"I represent a better way. A different organization. A… Brotherhood, you could call it. Specifically, we're the Brotherhood of Mutants. We're less about hiding out in a special school while running around to put out fires and play at heroics, and more about actual family."

She pauses for a moment before delivering what she clearly considers the clincher.

"It's about making life better for all of mutantkind, Thaddeus. All around the world, those like us are being persecuted more and more as we're discovered. What makes us unique also makes us 'other'. Tribalism is on the rise, and humanity is one great big tribe of billions of people, all of whom would rather see us dead than see us thrive."

Shaking her head, Mystique scowls.

"Charles would have us all hide out in his walled garden away from human eyes, only to come out paraded around in latex suits when he deems it necessary to show what 'good' mutants look like. The Brotherhood knows there's a better way than that."

The X-Men. The Brotherhood of Mutants. They sound… well, for one thing, Thaddeus isn't stupid. He might have been at one time. A big dumb jock. But he's gotten better, as hilarious as that is to think about. You can't cure stupidity, right? Except his power literally cured his stupidity. It didn't stop him from getting into situations like this one, with a blue shapeshifter giving him a titjob after school hours, but he could still think for himself.

That was how Thaddeus knew right off the bat that Mystique was incredibly biased and anything she said needed to be looked at through that lens. He didn't know anything about her or the Professor's groups, but he knew that Mystique was trying to push her agenda a lot harder than Professor Xavier had. Then again, she had some advantages that would let her do so in a way the Professor couldn't.

Then again, at the same time, the Professor was a literal mind-reader. Thaddeus couldn't even begin to understand how Charles Xavier's powers worked, or how much they let him see. It was entirely possible that the Professor knew when to give the soft sell and had inadvertently made himself look better ahead of Mystique's much stronger pitch.

As Thaddeus takes all of this in, processing everything Mystique has been telling him, it seems the blue shapeshifter believes she has him on the ropes, because she suddenly pulls back from him, offering him a saccharine grin as she rises to her feet and takes a few steps backwards. Moving to the teacher's desk, the beautiful red head hops up onto it without even having to look, her hands clutching at the edge as she spreads her legs wide and… offers herself up to him.

There's no other way to describe it. Her pussy lips are puffy and slick, glistening with her arousal. Thaddeus won't lie… he can't help himself. Walking forward, he takes his cock in hand and slides it right into her waiting cunt. Moaning up a storm, Mystique is all smiles as she wraps her limbs around him. Her arms go around his neck and her legs go around his waist, even as her inner walls flex around his shaft, causing Thaddeus' eyes to widen at the feel.

It's quite clear now that her mutant ability gives her an impressive level of control over her own body. She's consciously milking his cock with her insides, clenching, squeezing, and rhythmically tightening up and down his member. It feels amazing, and Thaddeus can't help but groan in appreciation, which he can tell pleases Mystique to no end.

Even still, he forces himself back on track once he's found a relatively even, calm pace that he can fuck her with. As he thrusts in and out of her, Thaddeus looks Mystique in her eye and asks the most important question on her mind.

"What… what does the Brotherhood want with me, exactly? I already know that the Professor wants me to go to his school. How would… how would the Brotherhood use me? What's your overall plan for me supposed to be?"

Rather than answer him immediately, Mystique lets out a throaty moan and arches her back, thrusting her chest both outward and upward, right into his face. It's honestly so blatant an exaggeration that it's not even funny, but even knowing she's doing it on purpose, Thaddeus can't hold himself back. His mouth dips down to suckle at her dark blue nipples one after the other, all while he holds her by the hips, continuing to enjoy the feeling of her amazing body and her equally amazing cunt.

Still, once he 'gives in', Mystique does finally provide an answer to his question, albeit after a few more moments.

"It's never JUST the school with Charles, dear. He always wants more from his students."

Yes, she'd already said as much, but that wasn't what Thaddeus was asking. He looks her in the eye and bites down on one of her nipples then in response, prompting a gasp and a breathy little laugh from the shapeshifter.

"Ah… as for what your place in the Brotherhood would be…"

Here, she pauses for a moment. For a second, Thaddeus thinks she's just unsure, but then he realizes from her coy, sultry grin that she's merely building up suspense. All the while, her insanely tight cunt continues to flex and clench down on his cock, milking his pistoning prick for all it's worth.

"Your place in the Brotherhood would depend on exactly what your mutation is, young Thaddeus. Something to do with physical strength I imagine, given what I'm feeling from you~"

He blinks at that. There it was. The admission that the Brotherhood, whether they were the good or bad guys here, simply didn't have the same information that the Professor did. Mystique did not know what his mutation was, that he fed off of sex like… like some sort of sex vampire. Except that wasn't entirely right, because that would imply that Thaddeus weakened his partners when really, it was the exact opposite. He made whoever he had sex with better. Sure, maybe only temporarily, but even still, he gave them all a boost at the same time that he got his permanent but smaller boosts.

It was an equivalent trade in Thaddeus' eyes, which was partially why he didn't feel like he was doing anything wrong by not informing any of his partners of his abilities. It wasn't like he had an STD or anything like that. They weren't going to get sick off of him. They were just… better for a little while, and then they went back to normal.

Honestly, besides the girls of the school seemingly deciding he was their good luck charm that they had to 'rub' before major tests and what not, no one that he'd ever had sex with had even realized something was different after they were done. Thaddeus was the only one who felt anything.

Now though, he found himself at a crossroads. Did he tell Mystique the truth about his powers? Or did he let her go on believing he was only just super strong? Was he even going to join her Brotherhood, or was he leaning more towards the Professor and his school?

… All of those questions would have been nice to figure out the answers to BEFORE what happened next, but to Thaddeus' credit… he's caught by surprise. Before he can even decide how he's going to answer her question about his mutation, Mystique's amazingly tight, constantly milking cunt finally tips him over the edge. He'd never had any intentions of cumming inside of her… but in the end, when he's up against the most amazing pussy of his life, it seems his intentions are meaningless.

With a heartfelt groan, Thaddeus spasms as he suddenly spills his load into Mystique's cunt. She moans in response, gripping down all the more tightly on him, holding him to her. Then… it's over. Which of course prompts his mutation to consider the sexual act complete as well. Thaddeus lets out a shuddering breath as he feels it in his chest. The boost rushes over him, a second quieter groan leaving his lips.

And then he feels… something else. It's not something he's ever felt before. He can't really explain it. He feels just as amazing as ever, if not more amazing… but also, like he's suddenly gained something extra from Mystique. Like he could…

Thaddeus' eyes widen, as he instinctively understands what just happened. However, before he can explore it, Mystique lets out a noise, prompting him to look at her. In an instant, Thaddeus freezes in place as he sees the expression on Mystique's face. Never before have any of his partners truly registered the boost. All of them just took it for granted and acted like it was nothing.

However, they were also all girls his age, and the popular shallow ones at that. The ones likely to be entitled and… of course, take things for granted. He'd never… this was his first time fucking a proper woman, wasn't it?

No… Thaddeus should be more honest with himself. This was his first time having sex with a fellow MUTANT. And it was obvious, just from looking Mystique in the eye, that she had felt something too. That she knew something was up, whether he'd wanted to tell her the truth about his mutation or not.

… Whoops.

The Shapeshifter Pt. 2

Mystique, otherwise known as Raven Darkholme, groans as the young man fucks her. She can feel him picking up his pace. She can tell he's getting closer now. In the moments before he cums, the shapeshifter finds herself reflecting on his skill. He's not a bad lover by any stretch of the imagination. Quite good, in fact.

Despite his young age, he's got that youthful enthusiasm and a drive to make her feel just as good as he does. Given the number of men who are always so damn intent on making it all about them, young Thaddeus is a breath of fresh air. And really, that's saying something. After all, Mystique has been around for a long time. Something about her mutation allowed her to live for centuries where many others only got a hundred years if they were lucky.

Where so many eventually grew old and died, she still remained, her shapeshifting and mutated physiology leaving her spry as a spring chicken. And yet… if she's being honest with herself, she hasn't had a male lover who's felt as good as Thaddeus. Not ever before in all her centuries of life.

He doesn't hold a candle to her wife, mind you. Known in some circles as Destiny and in others as Irene Adler, Mystique's better half is decidedly the best lover that she's ever had. Then again, the prophetic psychic definitely cheats. Being able to always see ten seconds into the future, and less reliably beyond that, gives Destiny a leg up on the competition. Not that Mystique is complaining. She's always ready to use her own mutant abilities to fight the good fight and make her lovely wife cum.

Even still, the fact that she was comparing Thaddeus to Destiny at all was… something. Destiny, who had been the one to send her out here in the first place. Destiny, who had been irritatingly vague about the young man's powers and whether he was absolutely vital to their preferred future or not. Destiny… who would most definitely understand why Mystique had to do this. She needed Thaddeus to listen to her. She needed him to understand.

In fact, if Mystique could convince the young mutant currently fucking her at an increasingly sporadic pace to join the Brotherhood, she's sure that her wife will greatly enjoy sharing Thaddeus with her. He's quite enthusiastic after all. Downright eager to please, even.

And yet… it's not his skill or experience that's making this encounter particularly potent, Mystique realizes with an internal frown. Outwardly, she keeps on moaning, holding him close and flexing her pussy walls up and down his length. She's clinging to him as he grunts and groans, pistoning his cock in and out of her like a mad man possessed.

He's still quite young, and though it's clear he's been very sexually active in the past few months, it's also clear that he's had… subpar dance partners. Yes, that much is entirely obvious. Mystique is actually doing her level best to teach him some moves, to give him a quick lesson in how to please a woman… something he's far more receptive to then most men his age would be.

However… there's also something about the way that he's fucking her that's driving her absolutely wild. Only her mutation has allowed her to keep from cumming at least once already upon his cock. Only her mutation is allowing her to maintain a calm, cool, and collected façade with the young man as they talk and fuck at the same time.

Perhaps that was why he'd wanted to fuck her in her base form. Because he thought this was a way to get to her, to see the 'real' her or something. That couldn't be further from the truth. Mystique's mutant ability wasn't merely changing her appearance, it was true shapeshifting. She had full control over every facet of her body. Not just how she looked, but how she reacted and how every part of her moved at any given time.

And so yes, Thaddeus saw nothing but what she wanted him to see in her expression as they fucked and discussed his options. All the while, her pussy walls are milking his cock, rippling up and down it with purpose. Still… she needs to end this. This can't continue. Somehow, Mystique is beginning to suspect that having him inside of her… might have been a mistake.

The plan is simple. She intends to push him back and take him in her mouth for the finish. However, before she can even do that, her own body betrays her. She… she should have had full control. She should have had complete authority, if not over the situation, then at least herself. And yet… and yet, her legs spasm and instead of unwinding from his waist, they lock more tightly in place. Instead of pushing him back so she can drop to her knees, Mystique pulls him in harder.

At the same time, her pussy walls flex around his cock. The blue-skinned shapeshifter cries out as her insides tighten up along his pulsating member and tip him over the edge. Thaddeus, young man that he is, can't really be blamed for what happens next. After all, she's in complete control here. Or at least… she's supposed to be.

His cock explodes inside of her, his load blasting out and basting her inner walls without a second thought. He cums and cums, filling her up before either of them can so much as blink. Mystique clings to him as he creampies her, so thoroughly caught off guard by the moment and by the betrayal of her body that she cums on the spot as well, much to her chagrin and shock. When was the last time she came without wanting to that didn't take place at her wife's hands?

This shouldn't have been possible. It shouldn't have-

And then it hits her. Whatever that was before? Whatever she was feeling originally… that was just the buildup. This? This was the culmination… the real deal. Eyes wide, Mystique finds herself staring at Thaddeus, even as he stares right back at her. Her voice is stolen by a strange, overwhelming feeling of… warmth that spreads through her. It's like all of the best moments of her life have been mixed up, turned into a sensation and then suffused through every inch of her being.

Her body shudders and her cunt clenches along Thaddeus' shaft, though she at least refrains from furthering her humiliation and cumming again. Still… still. Look, one might be wondering why she was freaking out. It felt good, so what? Except… except it felt too good. It felt amazing, in fact. It felt… better than it ever should have to have him cum inside of her.

This was his mutant ability, wasn't it? At the very least, this had something to do with his mutant ability. That ray of clarity hits her, even as she shudders again. There's this… strange component that's coming along with the feeling of warmth suffusing her every being. It's like she could do anything in this moment. Or at the very least, she can do more than she could before.

She can't really put it into words to be honest. It was all just way too complicated. She needed time. She needed time and space to explore and experiment… to figure out what the fuck just happened.

"Um… Miss Mystique?"

Thaddeus finally breaks the silence between them. He pulls out of her as well, her leglock having at long last loosened up enough to allow him to do so. As his cock drops from her freshly creampied cunt, the sensation of… being more than she was just moments before doesn't go anywhere. However, at the same time, her yellow eyes drift down to his dick and her breath hitches.

In that moment, the shapeshifter has the sudden urge for more. She's had so little good in her life, despite living such a long time. Destiny is a bright spot of course, as are her children, but beyond that… it's been one very long struggle over the decades, just to get her people the recognition they deserve. The respect they deserve.

Now, staring at Thaddeus' cock, she can only think of how good it felt to have him cum inside of her. For a second, all she wants to do is pin him to the ground and impale herself back on his dick so they can go for Round Two.

… It's in that moment that Mystique knows Thaddeus is dangerous. She could get addicted to that feeling of having him inside of her. She really could. She could go absolutely wild with him… Destiny would love him too. They would… they could…

N-No. No, this was way too much. He was too much. Spooked like she hasn't been in a long, long time, Mystique rears back and plants a blue foot on Thaddeus' chest, kicking him backwards. He doesn't quite fall on his ass, he is a football player after all, but he does skid back a few feet, stumbling. This gives Mystique room to hop off the desk and sprint for the door.

Only once she's out in the hall, his cum still dripping down her inner thigh and her body still thrumming with this new sensation, does Mystique realize she's still wearing her base form. Hurriedly transforming back into "Ms. Kenner", Mystique runs down the hallway before Thaddeus can chase after her. She doesn't hear his voice call for her though, so maybe he's not following. That would… that would be for the best, she decides. He was too much. It felt too good.

She goes for the bugout bag behind the school, barely stopping to hop up and pull it out of the small hidey hole she'd tucked it into. There was always the possibility that she'd have to beat a hasty retreat, so of course she'd had things set up for it. As she swings it down in front of her, she extracts the phone from within it and puts the bag on her shoulder. Then, she makes a phone call. Destiny picks up before the first ring is even fully done.

" You ran, didn't you?"

Mystique frowns as she makes her way to the road, transforming into a man.

"Of course I did, he-!"

" Stop."

She stops. Her wife has very rarely led her wrong over the years. Mystique has learned to listen to her.

" It's not mind control, darling. Do me a favor… turn into me."

Frowning, the shapeshifter does as she's told. Almost instantly, her vision goes dark as she's left blind, just like Destiny is. However… for the first time ever, turning into her wife leaves her experiencing something else. Suddenly, she's assaulted with a vague sense of… premonition, her awareness stretching out around her. Luckily, she has her wife's voice to anchor her.

" Focus. Concentrate. Hard as you can now. Focus on the possibilities."

Mystique's eyes, currently Destiny's milky whites, flutter as she does as she's told. And slowly… slowly, the world crystalizes into focus around her. Specifically, the next two seconds of it. The most likely next two seconds of it. Her breaths come out in harsh, sharp gasps as her chest heaves, realizing what's happening.

"You… you're saying he did this. He… gave me your powers?"

Destiny's voice is dry as she responds.

" Specifically, he gave you a little boost. You can mimic a fraction of the abilities of any mutant you shapeshift into. Not everything any of us can do. But some. More than you ever could before."

Well, damn straight it was more than she ever could before. Shifting back out of her wife's body, Mystique shivers and shudders as her natural eyesight is returned to her, while her precognition fades away. It wasn't very useful anyways. Like Destiny had said, it was only a fraction of what the other female mutant could do. Where Destiny could see ten seconds into the future at nearly a ninety-seven percent accuracy, Mystique could only manage two seconds… and she had no idea if it was even close to that sort of accuracy either. After all, all she'd done was stand there stupidly.

"Like I said, it's not mind control. You're not going to end up addicted… any more than any of us would become addicted to having more power than we're used to. More abilities than we're used to. You're just not used to what he can do quite yet."

That's… well, Mystique supposes she shouldn't be surprised. Rather, she should be used to her wife seeing things like this, shouldn't she?

"… You knew this all was going to happen?"

" I knew it was a distinct possibility. Ninety percent chance you would choose to offer him sex. One hundred percent chance he would take you up on it. Eighty-one percent chance he would choose to have sex with you as yourself, rather than in the form or anyone else."

Mystique presses her lips tightly together at that. Great… she was getting predictable.

"… Seventy-five percent chance he's already left the school building, in which case things get harder for us now."

That gets her attention. Stiffening, Mystique whips back around and turns back into Ms. Kenner as she stomps back into the school with Destiny still on the line. She returns to the classroom first, but 'Chad Cummings' is already gone. Destiny directs her to the football field next… but he didn't show up late to football practice either.

"Where? Where did he go?"

"… It's a tossup. Things are foggy right now. Either he went home or he went to the local ice cream parlor to blow off some steam."

Mystique can't help but scrunch her face up at that. Maybe it was a little hypocritical of her, given her own age, but still…

"Ice cream parlor?"

Destiny's laugh over the phone makes Mystique grin.

" It's an old, small town. Yes, ice cream parlor. He's either at his house or at the parlor. Pick one and head over. But… be discreet either way. No matter where he is, he'll have already been contacted by someone else… someone you don't want to draw the attention of."

Mystique narrows her eyes at that.

"And who would that be, beloved?"

Destiny's voice is clipped when she responds.

" The third option. His third option, to be exact."

On top of narrowed eyes, Mystique also grits his teeth.

"Tch… you know, if you'd told me what he could do ahead of time, I could have handled this all so much better."

The other end of the phone call is silent for a moment before Destiny finally speaks. And of course… she's cryptic about it.

"… No. You needed to be authentic. You looked more authentic than Xavier's school with this play. And… whether he chooses us or not, this gives the path with the best possible futures on it."

By this point in their relationship, Mystique is far too used to hearing that sort of thing from her wife. Sometimes, the other mutant could be infuriatingly vague. Letting out a disgruntled sigh, Mystique makes her choice and starts walking.

The Third Option

In the wake of Mystique's sudden flight, Thaddeus had had a choice to make. He'd immediately dropped the idea of going to football practice after all. Not only would he be late, but everyone would wonder why his detention got cut short. More than that though? He just wasn't in the mood at that point.

Which meant he could either go home… or go somewhere else. The ice cream parlor immediately came to mind. He wasn't a drinker or a smoker, but one of Thaddeus' few vices was sweets. Rarely. He was still a football player after all, the school's star quarterback. He was on a very strict diet ninety-nine percent of the time. That was why sneaking over to the ice cream parlor ever so often was such a treat.

His choices were pretty simple, in the end. Either go home and be faced with having to explain to his parents why he wasn't at football practice… or go and have some ice cream. In the end, was it really a choice at all? Of course he picks the parlor over going home and being confronted by his parents.

As Thaddeus hops in his car however, he can't help but glance at his arms as his hands come to rest upon the steering wheel. He quickly pulls out and gets himself on the road, making sure to observe all the traffic laws and what not that he would have ignored just six months ago before his life began to change. However, there's no denying he's a little distracted during the drive.

On the way to the ice cream parlor, he stares intently at his arms… and watches as they shift and slowly change in skin tone. He can feel it in the back of his head, what precisely he got from Mystique. Not that he'd known he would be getting anything except for another boost. But that was just it… he'd never fucked a mutant before, had he? And yet… here he was, reaping the rewards of what just happened between him and the blue-skinned shapeshifter.

Not only was the flat boost to his abilities bigger than anything he'd ever received from any of the girls at his school, but also… he'd gotten a little something from her beyond that. He'd gotten a little taste of her powers.

… Emphasis on little. What had taken Mystique less than a second to do back in that classroom takes Thaddeus over five minutes to mimic, and then another five minutes to change back. He spends the whole ten minute drive to the ice cream parlor playing around with it. It's actually really intuitive, like he just knows how to do this now in the back of his head. But it's very, very slow.

He doesn't know what that means. Doesn't know whether that means he can make his new power stronger if he fucks Mystique more, or if he will eventually lose access to this because it's only temporary. Frankly, for all that he does know, he's still woefully ignorant in several ways that feel like they matter far too much.

Like for instance… why did she run away from him like that? Had he stolen some part of her power, and she'd felt as much? But then… no, she would have reacted with aggression if he'd wronged her, or so he feels. Just from their interactions, Thaddeus definitely got the impression that she was the kind to face her enemies head on, not run from them in fear.

And yet… that didn't change the fact that she'd definitely ran from HIM. Had he lost his chance at joining the Brotherhood of Mutants? Did he even want to join the Brotherhood, in the end?

Getting out of his car, Thaddeus sighs and heads into the ice cream parlor. It takes him only a moment to get his favorite, birthday cake ice cream with caramel and marshmallow toppings. Was it a little childish? Maybe, but it was his go-to and he wouldn't change it for the world. Sitting down in a back booth, Thaddeus looks around but doesn't see anyone he knows from school, thankfully. It makes sense, everyone he knows has after-school activities like sports or cheer practice to attend, and those won't be out for another half hour.

As he begins nursing his ice cream however, the doorbell chimes, drawing his attention… to one of the most beautiful women Thaddeus has ever seen as she steps into the parlor. Honestly, her looks and her entire wardrobe are super out of place, not just in an establishment like this, but rather, out of place in this entire town.

Eyes follow the gorgeous blonde in an all-white suit, as she goes up to the counter and orders an ice cream. And then, to Thaddeus' surprise, they all slide right off of her the moment she has her ice cream in hand. No one pays her the slightest bit of attention more, he notices. Probably for the best, given she makes her way over to his booth and sits down across from him with a slight smirk on his face.

"Hello Chad. Or do you prefer Thaddeus? I imagine you don't go by your OTHER middle name, that's for sure."

Thaddeus sits, back ramrod straight, eyes wide, and face aflame at both her forwardness, her cavalier attitude, her beauty… and the mention of his other middle name. No… no, he did not want to go by that. Swallowing thickly, he takes a spoonful of his ice cream to give himself time to think. In the end though, despite the pause, he still finds that the best he can come up with is…

"Thaddeus is fine…"

Look, he's had a long day. And this woman… she's drop-dead gorgeous. And he's seen some beautiful ladies today so-

Blinking, Thaddeus looks down at where the blonde has placed a hand atop his in an almost reassuring manner. He grows even hotter, as she smiles at him knowingly.

"You've had a rough day, Thaddeus."

The ice cream cone in her hand comes up, and she takes a long lick from it.

"Don't worry. I'm here to make it better."

He's no virgin. Fuck, he just got done plowing a shapeshifting blue beauty less than an hour ago. On top of that, all of his boosts to his intelligence tell him that he's being seduced. Doesn't mean it's not working though.

"Y-Yeah? Uh… how, exactly?"

She grins at him then, tilting her head to the side.

"Sorry, where are my manners? My name, Thaddeus, is Emma Frost. I'm here representing a third option. Specifically, the option where you're not outed as a mutant."

Thaddeus' eyes widen at that, and he quickly looks around. It would be the height of cosmic irony if those were the words that actually DID out him as a mutant. And yet… no one is looking in their direction. No one is paying them the slightest bit of mind. There isn't even anyone averting their eyes but clearly trying to listen in. It's almost like they don't even exist.

"You don't need to worry, Thaddeus. They don't even remember we're here. Not right now."

Oh. O-Oh, now he was beginning to understand. Licking his lips, which are suddenly very dry, Thaddeus looks across the table at Emma Frost. Smiling at him still, she finally pulls her hand back from his, though she continues to lick her ice cream cone in ways that can only be described as downright scandalous.

"The interests that I represent know who's approached you today, Thaddeus. They know who's made what offers. And they want you to know that your choices aren't quite as limited as these people want you to think they are. We want you to be able to live the life you deserve to live. We want you to do what YOU want to do, and be who YOU want to be."

His whole mouth is dry by now. It certainly sounds nice. But at the same time… he's smart enough to know there's plenty he's not being told.

"What… what does that mean exactly? Who are you? What are you offering? And what exactly do you want from me?"

Emma smirks, nodding at him approvingly, as if to say she's pleased with his questioning.

"Allow me to answer those in the reverse. What we want from you… is for you to see your true potential realized, Thaddeus. In order to do that, we want you to stay… unaffiliated. Your potential would be wasted at the Xavier Institute. They'd keep you confined to that school almost all the time, and only pull you out for their silly acts of vigilantism."

Tilting her head to the opposite side, Emma takes another lick of her ice cream.

"Meanwhile, your potential would be outright squandered with the Brotherhood. They're the opposite extreme, and they won't hold back just because you have greatness growing within you. They'll use you up and you'll either end up in a cell being experimented on when their antics get you caught by the authorities, or dead, martyred by their self-righteous crusade."

Thaddeus can only blink as Emma ruthlessly and viciously tears both of his previous options to shreds like… like they're nothing. He has to admit, she certainly has a way with words. Very… persuasive. But of course, she's just getting started.

"As for what we're offering, it's quite simple. If you allow the interests I represent to sponsor you, you can have it all. You can take the football scholarship and have a professional football career without worrying about being outed as a mutant. Faking tests and falsifying results is well within our power, and on top of that we can provide you with training to keep your abilities seeming just shy of abnormal, rather than truly superhuman."

Emma leans forward at that, flashing him a bit of extra skin down the top of her suit jacket as she takes another lick from her ice cream cone.

"You can be your own man, Thaddeus. Do your own thing. You won't be tied down by the expectations of others, nor will you be pigeonholed by your status as a mutant. We won't allow it."

In a way, her offer is very appealing. And he thinks there's a kernel of truth to what Emma Frost is saying. She herself is obviously a mutant in her own right. And yet… it's quite clear she's doing very well for herself. Her fashion is that of an incredibly rich person from the city, and her entire attitude screams 'royalty' to him for some reason.

She's like a Queen deigning to come down and move amongst the peasants just so she can grant him this offer. There's just a couple of questions more that Thaddeus needs answered. Before he can ask the first, Emma is already preempting him.

"As for who 'we' are… I'm afraid that that's one of the only things I can't tell you. At least not until you say yes. The interests I represent… the organization I'm a part of is very reclusive by design. We don't go around in spandex like Charles Xavier's X-men, nor do we go around committing terrorist attacks like the Brotherhood of Mutants. We are… the more intelligent choice. By keeping ourselves hidden, by keeping the masquerade intact, we live amongst the humans much more peacefully and amicably."

That… that made sense. Thaddeus finds himself subconsciously nodding along with her words. Though… it still doesn't answer his final question. This one, he actually manages to get out.

"And what… what would your organization's expectations for me be, exactly? What are your interests in me personally? Why am I getting this offer?"

Admittedly, he had a pretty good idea of why he was getting this offer. If they knew anything about his mutation, and it seemed like they did, then they probably wanted him for exactly what Emma Frost had initially stated. His… potential. But even still, what did they want to use his potential FOR, exactly?

"I understand your suspicions, Thaddeus. It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you… and I won't deny that there are people in this world who are out to get you. However, I and the organization I represent only want what's best for you. We only wish to see you succeed."

She seems honest. Credible. Genuine, even. Maybe he just wants to believe her. He doesn't know for sure. But he does know… he can't possibly make this decision here and now, in an ice cream parlor. Right? Looking down at his cup, which by now is very empty of the saccharine treat he'd sat down with, Thaddeus licks his lips, tasting the last remnants of ice cream, caramel, and marshmallow. Letting out a low breath, he meets the beautiful blonde's light blue eyes.

"I think… I think I need more time to think about all of this. I can't make a decision here and now. There's just too much to consider."

Even before he's done speaking, Emma is nodding along with his words, her gaze turning sympathetic. She reaches out again and places her hand atop his, something Thaddeus finds he appreciates just as much as the first time. And then… she shakes her head.

"That's a very reasonable response, Thaddeus. A mature response from a very mature young man. Unfortunately… this offer is time sensitive. I am not authorized to stick around. Any longer and the risk of discovery by the others who are after you is too great."

Oh.

"Now, obviously if you were to agree, then discovery would no longer be relevant. We would immediately move in to secure your freedom and make sure that the Professor and the Brotherhood both backed off post-haste. However, if you're on the fence, then we cannot afford to commit the resources that would be necessary to do so, you see."

Letting out a sigh, Emma rubs circles into the back of Thaddeus' hand.

"I wish we had more time. It would only be fair… but the world is a remarkably unfair place. This offer is good now and only now. Otherwise, my organization will require me to pull out… and you will be forced to choose between the X-Men and the Brotherhood."

He doesn't like it. A mulish part of him even wonders for a second whether or not he could just go it alone on his own. Why not, right? Why not just spurn all of their offers and be his own man? Except… no. Thaddeus isn't stupid. If he tried to do this without the backing of Ms. Frost's organization, he would almost certainly be caught out as a mutant at some point. And then he would be ostracized at best and experimented on at worst.

His choices are Professor Xavier and his X-Men, Mystique and her Brotherhood, or Emma Frost and Mystery Option Three. And the last of those three choices is a door that's already closing quite fast.

A Choice Made

Even with it being an ultimatum, Thaddeus finds himself leaning towards Miss Frost and her generous offer. Sure, it was steeped in mystery. Sure, he had to take her offer without really knowing all the details. But… it also represented freedom and independence in a way the other two choices did not. Professor Xavier had seemed like a nice enough man, but he'd still wanted to bring Thaddeus to his school, sequestering him away from the rest of the world.

Meanwhile… he'd had sex with Mystique, and that had been an eye-opening experience to be sure, but at the same time… he didn't want to join her terrorist organization. He'd barely come to terms with his own mutant condition, he didn't really have it in him to go around fighting for mutant rights and sticking it to The Man. Especially not when it would undoubtedly be incredibly dangerous in both the short AND long-term.

There was just one small thing bothering him as he sits there considering Emma's offer. Licking his lips, Thaddeus looks up and meets the blonde's knowing eyes as she gives him an encouraging smile.

"Just… one more question. N-Not about your organization, but about me. Earlier you said I would get to have it all if I signed on with you. And you described that as going into Professional Football. It's just… what if it turns out that that's not what I want to do? What if I don't want to go pro?"

Emma just nods, her expression sympathetic as she lets out a sigh.

"You've been feeling more and more pigeonholed, haven't you Thaddeus? All your life, you've had just the one path in front of you, and that path was sports. But now… now you have so many more options, and they're all making your original path look worse and worse by the minute, aren't they?"

Thaddeus blinks at that. She'd hit the nail right on the head with that analogy, actually. Slowly, he nods, staring at her hopefully now. Emma just smiles.

"My organization is not inclined to tell you what you can and cannot do with your life, Thaddeus. It would be rather pointless to be offering you this option if it did not come with TRUE freedom and independence, now wouldn't it? That said… think about what you want most in this world. What path do you desire to take?"

Thaddeus opens his mouth to reply, only to immediately shut it again and blush somewhat. What he wanted most in this world, at least right now… was more sex. He liked the boosts. He liked getting stronger. He was a little wary after his encounter with Mystique had ended so poorly, so he wasn't trying to jump immediately into more encounters with mutant women… but he wouldn't turn down an offer. And he certainly wanted to get with more women in general, in order to grow his powers, to strengthen both his mind and body.

Still, he couldn't exactly say that outright to Emma, now could he? Instead, after a moment he clears his throat and gives a half-hearted shrug.

"To… get better. Stronger."

By having lots and lots of sex was of course left unsaid. Emma nevertheless smiles knowingly, whatever information she had before coming here giving her quite the advantage over him.

"Isn't that what we all want, Thaddeus? Heh. Well, think about it this way… there are only a few routes that let you improve upon your power. That allow you to grow stronger at as swift a pace if not swifter than you've already been doing. You could become a Male Escort if you were so inclined… but I feel like that would be limiting yourself in so many ways. Rather… instead you should try to focus on becoming some sort of celebrity. So that THEY come to YOU."

Thaddeus finds himself hanging off of her every word. She knows just what to say, and he nods along as he grimaces at the Male Escort idea. But… she's right. He needs to be some kind of popular if he wants to maintain his current incredibly sexual lifestyle. Seeing that she's managed to drive her point home, Emma waves a hand through the air.

"Now, whether that's sports or something else… it matters not. My organization can help you with whatever. Though I will say that it's my personal belief that you should take the sports scholarship for now, play a year or two of college football, and then decide whether you want to spin that off into some other form of career, or whether you want to go pro. Ultimately, the world is your oyster Thaddeus. All you have to do is reach out and seize what you want with both hands."

Caught up in what she's saying, Thaddeus almost finds himself reaching over the table and seizing EMMA with both hands. In fact, he must have begun to lean forward, because he catches a hint of alarm in her eyes at whatever she sees from his posture. But no. He holds himself back, not just because this isn't the time or the place, but also because of how his experience with Mystique ended. He doesn't know why the shapeshifter ran away from him after they finished having sex, but he doesn't want to do the same with Emma Frost and risk chasing her off the same way.

Swallowing thickly, Thaddeus spends a moment of silence more thinking it over. But in the end… he knows his answer. He's known it for a while now, he just struggled to realize it.

"… Alright. I'm in. I'll… I'll join your organization. And I'll take the scholarship until I figure out something better…"

Because she was right about that. Being a celebrity, whether it was sports or something else that gave him fame, would ensure a steady supply of beautiful young women who all wanted a piece of him. And Thaddeus wanted that. No, he needed it… his mutation needed it. But… at the same time, he was becoming so much more than a simple sports guy.

He wasn't sure he wanted to be the jock forever and ever. He wasn't sure he COULD be, truth be told. After all, even with Emma and her organization's help, he couldn't hide his increasing strength and stamina forever. At a certain point, he would probably have to retire. Hell… would he even stop aging at some point or-

"Well then, young Thaddeus. I'm glad you've made the right choice. You won't have to worry about the X-Men or the Brotherhood bothering you again… and if they do in fact intrude upon your privacy once more, all you'll need to do is give me a call and I'll take care of it."

Pulled from his thoughts, Thaddeus blinks and then nods as he processes what Emma just said. Then, he tilts his head to the side.

"So… who exactly do you represent, now that I've joined?"

Emma Frost grins at that and holds out her hand for him to shake.

"Ah yes. Now that it's official… welcome to the Hellfire Club, Chad Thaddeus Thundercock Cummings."

At hearing his full name spoken out loud like that, Thaddeus' first instinct is to blanch, groan, and bury his face in his arms. She even knew about his second middle name?! How?!

But then his thoughts catch up with the rest of it and he has to push past his embarrassment in order to shoot Emma Frost a look of pure incredulity.

"Hellfire Club? Seriously? Bit on the nose, isn't it?"

It would seem he's made a deal with the Devil. Of course, Thaddeus doesn't mind all that much. He's a bit above all that religious superstition at this point. But still…

"If you're going to approach my parents about all of this, you'll want to use a different name. They uh… well, they're God-fearing Christians, like everyone in this town."

Emma nods, looking quite amused.

"I wouldn't worry about that, Thaddeus. We can be very discrete. For now though… this is goodbye. It's been a pleasure talking with you, and we'll be in touch soon."

She looks pointedly at her hand, still outstretched for him to shake. Blushing at his lapse, Thaddeus reaches out and grabs it, shaking her hand. He still wishes he could do more with her. Emma Frost is drop-dead gorgeous after all. But… no. He wasn't JUST a horn dog damn it. And he still didn't fully understand what the hell happened when he had sex with other mutants. He got some of their powers sure… but what had seen Mystique running away from him in such a fright?

The handshake comes to an end, and Emma gives him one final nod before slipping out of the booth and walking away. Thaddeus watches her go for a long moment, hating to see her leave… especially since as soon as she steps out the door, that feeling of being obfuscated from the sight of others vanishes. All of a sudden, Thaddeus feels seen once more. He's not the center of attention or anything like that… but he is visible again.

For a moment, he just sits there, ruminating over the decision he's just made. Then, he shrugs and gets up, heading back for the counter of the ice cream parlor. Today was a double cheat day, it would seem. He deserved a second treat after everything he'd dealt with.

-x-X-x-

Emma Frost did not consider herself a bad person. She didn't consider herself a good person either. That did not mean the blonde telepath thought there was no such thing as good and evil, however. Evil, at the very least, existed in spades. It permeated the human consciousness and could be found everywhere she looked.

Young Thaddeus wasn't evil… but he wasn't good either. It wasn't the same as her, however. He was still a mostly blank slate at this point in time, and could lean either way.

Walking away from the ice cream parlor, Emma shoots an amused look at a certain raven-haired woman standing just outside it. She also shoots a short message into the woman's mind, causing her eyes to flash yellow for a moment as they widen. Then, without a word, the woman turns and begins walking down the road, pulling out her phone and placing a call as she goes.

Emma, for her part, goes in the opposite direction… and after a moment, turns down a side street and slips into the open door of a black car. The door closes behind her and the car pulls out of the side street and onto the main road, even as Emma marshals her focus and shores up her psychic shields.

"Well? Were you successful?"

Looking over at the other woman sat in the backseat of the car, Emma tries not to let her discomfort show. Her skin crawls all the same, and she has to resist the urge to slip into her diamond form. It wouldn't be the defense that her instincts scream it is after all. She would lose access to her telepathic abilities in such a form, and in an encounter like this, that would be disastrous.

"Of course I was, who do you take me for? Both Xavier and Mystique were heavy-handed in their efforts, each in their own way. They left the boy ripe for the picking, in the end. He's agreed to join us."

A not-so-nice smile spreads across the other woman's face at that. Selene, aka the Black Queen, looks as pleased as possible.

"Good. Then all that's left is to make sure the other factions know he's off-limits."

Emma nods at that, waving a hand through the air dismissively.

"I already sent Mystique and her Brotherhood packing."

"Then I shall deal with the Professor."

Selene glances off to the side as the car continues to drive along. Emma watches, able to sense the other mutant telepath reaching out with her abilities to contact one Charles Xavier. As she does so, she ruminates on what she's just accomplished. On the one hand… young Thaddeus deserved better than being shackled to the X-Men or the Brotherhood. Both organizations would have refused to use him to his full potential.

On the other hand… Emma wasn't an idiot. Selene might have come to her with a plan for how to use Thaddeus to both of their advantage within the Hellfire Club, but she knew that the other mutant woman had ulterior motives. It was as obvious as it could be what Selene actually wanted to use Thaddeus for down the line. But for now at least, the Black Queen and White Queen were in agreement.

"It is done."

Selene sits back rather smugly at that, looking quite pleased with herself. Then, she looks over at Emma.

"Do remember to keep the boy at arm's length. We cannot have Shaw catching on to our plans. Given enough time and… resources, the boy will be strong enough to depose Shaw. But right now, it would be child's play for the Black King to erase him."

… Yes. That was the goal that Selene had first approached Emma for in the first place. The goal that she had claimed was the entirety of her purpose for young Thaddeus. And from what Emma had seen in his mind… it was entirely possible. He'd not only gotten his usual boost from fucking Mystique, but he'd also gotten a version of her powers. That alone was a game changer. The boy had the potential to be great… to be greater than great, even.

That said, Sebastian Shaw was not the sort of man who tolerated competition. Especially not within the Hellfire Club. To put it succinctly, Emma and Selene were playing with fire by bringing Thaddeus on board for the express purposes of training him up and throwing him at the current Black King. It would be a delicate dance to be sure, one where they would need to be careful not to show too much interest in their latest recruit so that Shaw didn't get suspicious.

That was why Selene had approached Emma in the first place. With all of Thaddeus' interactions with the Club going through Emma, things were slightly more removed. Selene's own interest in the young man would stay concealed.

But that very interest had Emma uncertain of how exactly she would proceed. Because even if they succeeded, even if they managed to set Thaddeus up so he could defeat and depose Shaw… what happened after? What happened when Selene decided that Thaddeus was finally fattened enough for her tastes?

Emma did not see herself as a good or bad person. But she still recognized that there was evil in the world, and the Black Queen, much like her kingly counterpart, was evil. A necessary evil for the time being… but one that would eventually gobble up everything and everyone, including young Thaddeus, if she got the chance…

Interlude

Mystique growls as she rounds a corner and slams a fist into a nearby brick wall. The call she's placed finally picks up, her phone against her ear.

" It didn't work out, I take it."

Thinking back to the look that Emma Frost had given her, and the psychic message the other mutant had beamed into Mystique's brain… the shapeshifter lets out a bark of bitter laughter.

"No. But that's something of an understatement, beloved. It didn't just not work out. He's with the Hellfire Club now."

Of course, Destiny already knew that didn't she? Mystique had long gotten used to her wife's habit of being vague and holding her cards close to her chest over the years. Else, she probably would have been even more upset than she already was. As it is, she's still fairly upset, however. If Destiny had just told her… well, maybe she could have stopped it. Somehow. Or at the very least not ran away from the boy at the first sign of something being amiss.

"… It's not as bad as you think. The likelihood of him signing on with us was always low, darling."

Mystique scoffs at that.

"I literally had sex with the boy! And you're telling me that didn't have an impact?!"

Over the phone line, Destiny lets out a soft chuckle.

" Oh, it definitely did. He'll be remembering his experience with you for a long time, Mystique. When you realized Emma Frost was there, you locked down your mind, yes?"

Mystique's lips thin out at that, but she nods her head even as she answers in the affirmative.

"Yes. She didn't get anything from me."

It wasn't easy to do, and a psychic as powerful as Emma wouldn't have been kept out for long if she really wanted to attack Mystique. But that was just it… she would have had to attack Mystique, not just toss a short message telling the shapeshifter to back off her way. What Emma had done was the equivalent of shooting Mystique a short, professional email. To continue the analogy, if she had gone ahead and tried to hack Mystique's 'computer' afterwards, Mystique would have noticed and things would have gotten… violent.

Hundreds of years had trained Mystique on how to hide her thoughts from psychics of all power levels. After all, they were one of her main weaknesses, considering that your average psychic was more likely to recognize someone from their thoughts and mind rather than their physical appearance, which was the sort of infiltration she excelled at.

Regardless, Emma really hadn't gotten anything from her. She was sure of it.

" Good. That's very good. Do you understand what that means, Mystique? You left before you could tell young Thad anything. Which means that you and I are currently the only two people in the world that know his mutation also allows him to empower female mutants."

Mystique's eyes widen in shock at that. She hadn't thought of it in that way until now… but Destiny was right.

"… Frost didn't touch him, did she? Nor did she let him touch her."

" That's right. From his mind, they know that he got some of your powers. So they know about that aspect of his mutation. But they don't know that you got a boost in turn. A boost that might even be permanent… it certainly lasts a long time in all of the futures I can see."

A shuddering breath leaves Mystique at that. The boost was permanent?! She hadn't… she'd thought, based on what they knew of what he gave to the normal girls at his school, that it would likely be temporary. But no… this was crazy.

"We need him even more, if that's the case. I… can it be stacked? Is it a one time thing? Think of how your powers could be improved and finely tuned if…"

She trails off there, not saying the obvious 'if you let him fuck you a few dozen times'. But Destiny still hears it, based on the chuckle her wife gives her.

" Oh beloved. I have considered that. I have even seen it, though things get a little weird for me when I'm looking into futures where my own powers have been improved. Weirder than usual. Unfortunately, the futures where we try to force the issue… those aren't the futures we want to come to pass."

Mystique has gotten used to her wife's vague generalities… she's also gotten used to trusting Destiny's word. Still, it's frustrating to say the least. Frowning, the shapeshifter looks back the way she came.

"… And letting the Hellfire Club get their hands on him results in something better?"

" Yes. The majority of the time, it can. He's not just part of the Hellfire Club, beloved. He's part of a scheme to topple its King. If that happens… well, I think I don't need to tell you that removing Sebastian Shaw from the board is categorically a good thing."

… She's not wrong. It still bothers Mystique, to have failed. No doubt sensing this over the silent phone call, Destiny sighs.

" I'm sorry I couldn't give you better information ahead of time, my love. Things didn't crystallize until after he and Frost started talking. Once that happened, I could say with a seventy-eight percent certainty that he was going to be swayed by her offer in the end. Hellfire is going for a soft pitch this time. Offering Thaddeus freedom, independence… and security that we could not. Ultimately, the Brotherhood was always the underdog in this fight. But that doesn't mean we're out of the running. Not by a long shot."

It's definitely a little abnormal for Hellfire to act so… benevolent when someone has something they want. But given what Destiny said about the scheming going on within their ranks, Mystique supposed it made some sense. Latching onto Destiny's final words, Mystique pulls away from the wall she'd punched and steps back out onto the street.

"Oh? Not out of the running, are we? Tell me more… please."

As she makes her way down the sidewalk, a slow smile spreads across her face at what Destiny tells her. This wasn't the last they'd seen of Chad Thaddeus Cummings. And it wasn't the last he'd seen of them either.

-x-X-x-

Ororo Munroe, otherwise known by her moniker of 'Storm', has been with the X-Men and Professor Charles Xavier for a while now. She's gotten to know Charles quite well in fact. Which is why, when he suddenly leans back in his seat and lets out a heavy sigh, the dark-skinned weather-controlling mutant immediately knows something is wrong.

From up in the front seat, where she's driving their car, Ororo makes eye contact with Charles via the rearview mirror.

"Professor? What's wrong?"

Looking every bit his age, and rather weary and drawn, the Professor brings a hand to his forehead, giving it a rub.

"It would seem we have lost out on the opportunity we came here to pursue, I'm afraid."

Ororo's eyes widen at that, before narrowing sharply.

"Chad Cummings? But we haven't even spoken to his parents yet!"

Charles shakes his head.

"He preferred the name Thaddeus, Ororo. I know I told you that. As for his parents… I doubt we will be able to sway them to go against his wishes. Especially when the Hellfire Club can afford to make a much better offer than us."

Ororo damn near jerks in her seat at that, almost losing control of the vehicle as she twists to stare at the Professor incredulously. In the end, realizing she can't drive and have this exciting of a conversation at the same time, the white-haired woman pulls over as soon as she's able and parks the car. Then, she properly twists around to look at Charles.

"The Hellfire Club?! Professor, what are you talking about?!"

Grimacing, Professor X looks down at his hands in defeat.

"I'm afraid I underestimated the value that other forces would put upon our latest would-be recruit, Ororo. The boy drew more attention than just us. The Brotherhood was also in town… Raven making her own play for that gifted young man that I didn't even notice until now."

Mystique had been here?! And the Professor had missed her?! While it was true that Mystique had a lot of experience ducking psychics, that was still… no, there was no point in crying over spilt milk. The Brotherhood being around was practically small potatoes compared to the Hellfire Club.

"Professor, if Hellfire has him, we need to get him out, asap. We'll call in the X-Men and find out where they're holding him, and we'll be able to free him… rescue him!"

She certainly wasn't going to give up on the young man just because some villains had gotten ahold of him! While her first interaction with Chad Cummings had been both short and more than a little embarrassing for the boy, Ororo could tell that he had a good head on his shoulders, and that he was doing his best in a tough situation. The Professor had informed her further that 'young Thaddeus' as he'd called him was really quite gifted and had a rare mutation that would allow him to become more gifted over time… albeit through sexual exploits of all things.

But she'd been around the block a few times. She'd seen stranger mutations than that, for sure. So long as the boy didn't turn out to be a sex offender, so long as he didn't go around forcing himself on women… she wasn't about to hold his mutation against him. Certainly, she wasn't about to let Hellfire keep him, solely because they walked around dressed in bondage gear and what not!

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, Ororo. Hellfire has not… taken Thaddeus hostage as you believe. They have not kidnapped him or spirited him away to one of their many secret bases. In the end… they made him a deal and he accepted. A better deal then we can offer him, at that."

Wait, what? For a moment, Ororo doesn't understand. Hellfire… not being maliciously evil and dastardly? It didn't compute. Why would they make a deal with Chad when they could just kidnap him and do whatever they wanted with the boy instead?

"I have just been contacted by the Black Queen herself. She made it clear to me that young Thaddeus is to be left alone, and that he will be defended by the full force of the Hellfire Club if we try to force him into anything. That includes attempting to go over his head to his parents, I would imagine."

Shaking her head, still confused, Ororo's tone is baffled as she responds.

"I just don't understand. What are they up to? What do they gain from this?"

Charles' grimace grows more pronounced as he looks off to the side, through the window and into the distance.

"… I suspect, given what I know of the Black Queen's nature, that she is trying something new. Rather than farm-raised… she is attempting to make a new type of meal for herself by letting young Thaddeus grow relatively uncontested out in the wild. But she will come for him one day… and she will consume everything he is and everything he has."

Ororo's breath hitches at that, her hands clenching into fists.

"We can't let that happen, Professor."

Finally looking back to her, Charles smiles softly.

"No, we cannot. Unfortunately, we must be careful in our next moves. For now… for now, we must withdraw. But in a short while, just a few more months, young Thaddeus will be off to college. I imagine then might be the best time to strike. Tell me… do you think Kitty is up for an extended, solo assignment of some import?"

Now that she knows Charles has a plan, Ororo's racing heart calms down. Slowly, she turns back around in her seat and puts her hands back on the wheel. A moment later and she's pulling back out onto the street and getting them on their way to their next destination once more. She spends the next couple of minutes mulling over the Professor's last query, before finally nodding.

"You know, Professor? With a little more training, I think she will be."

They share a smile through the rearview mirror at that. And if Professor X's smile is more than a little bitter and brittle… well, Ororo doesn't comment.

-x-X-x-

In a nice, dark office with no windows and only one exit, a bald black man wearing an eye patch sits behind a desk, going over the latest reports sent to his terminal. An increasingly dour look is spreading across his face, his lips turning down further and further as his one eye moves back and forth across a digital document.

With a grunt, Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD, shakes his head.

"Who the fuck is Chad Thaddeus Thundercock Cummings, and why the fuck is he so damn important?"

Obviously, he was a mutant. With Professor X and his X-men sniffing around, it was clear that he'd shown up on their little mutant finding device, Cerebro. That was fine. And having the Brotherhood also show up at the same time was… not entirely par for the course, but also not unusual. The two mutant groups clashed far more often and with far more collateral damage than Fury would have liked, though he acknowledged that the X-Men did far more good for the world than their terrorist counterparts.

But to have them both come up empty-handed… THAT was unusual. And all because of this Hellfire Club. What did a Gentleman's Club have to do with all of this? Unless… Hellfire wasn't just a Gentleman's Club. Fury's one eye narrows as he begins to pull up whatever information he can get his hands on. At first glance, the Hellfire Club is your standard social club for the wealthy and elite. With branches in all parts of the world, it focused most of its activities in America and Britain, the latter of whom was where it was founded.

Even still, there was definitely something suspicious about Hellfire's leader, Sebastian Shaw. His name had come across Fury's desk more than once over the years. And the others… he would need to look into all of them a bit more closely. SHIELD couldn't damn well do its fucking job if it didn't have the relevant information, now could it?

As for a way in… well, this 'Chad Cummings' might be just the path forward. Whatever Hellfire wanted him for, Fury couldn't imagine it was all that different then the reasons Xavier and Mystique had wanted him. And soon enough, the boy would graduate from high school and be off to college. The perfect time to send someone in and infiltrate his life…

It was just a matter of who the best agent was for the job. A woman would have the best chance, if what Fury was reading about this brat was accurate. Thinking for a moment, the Director of SHIELD finally nods to himself and makes his choice, sending off orders to the agent in question. She would have to do. And soon enough, he would have his answers.

Empire State University

It was a little crazy how so much could happen in one day, enough that you were sure your life was about to change forever… and then nothing of any real importance could happen for months afterwards. It still felt a little surreal, but that was precisely what had happened.

In one single day back in the latter half of his Senior Year, Thaddeus had met three different factions who all wanted a piece of him. He'd quite literally fucked the representative of one of those factions as well, gaining the ability to very slowly, over the course of minutes, adjust his appearance however he wanted. There were still times to this day that he thought about Mystique. Despite how their interaction ended, he wished her well. He hoped she was doing alright.

But he couldn't keep looking back. He had to look forward. Even if the last several months HAD felt a lot like a situation where he was forced to 'hurry up and wait'. After signing on with Emma Frost and her Hellfire Club, it had been just as she said it would be. Both the X-Men and the Brotherhood had immediately backed off, not showing their faces again around his town even a little. Thaddeus had been slightly surprised by their complete withdrawals, but he supposed he couldn't really complain.

Meanwhile, school had been school and football had been football. Partially out of a misplaced sense of guilt, Thaddeus had led the football team to one last Championship, making his friends and teammates, his Coach, and the Principal all extremely happy with him. And then he'd graduated with grades that had undoubtedly turned heads… and if it wasn't Thaddeus' grades that turned their heads, then it was probably where he'd ended up going for his higher education.

There were Universities known for their sports programs and there were Universities that focused on the higher learning above all else. Empire State University in New York was one of the latter. While it still HAD sports scholarships, seeing as Thaddeus managed to secure one, those sports scholarships also came with stringent requirements regarding test scores and overall GPA. Both of which Thaddeus had managed to pass with flying colors.

ESU was established as a Research University, meaning it was a lot less focused on its sports program than some of his other prospects had been. Some of his other prospects… that his friends and teammates from high school had managed to get full rides to.

He would never say it out loud, though he imagined some of the smarter guys suspected… but the real reason Thaddeus had picked ESU over his other options was because it represented the cleanest break. Not a single person from his school was going there except for him. He was leaving his old life behind… and yes, that was entirely by design. After all, it was true what they said. Sometimes you just… outgrew certain people.

Still, on top of giving it his all and making sure to win the last Championship before he graduated from high school, Thaddeus had also felt guilty enough to let his friends and former teammates drag him around to all sorts of parties and Summer Bashes over the intervening Summer Months. During which he'd gotten it on with all sorts of girls, some that he recognized and some that were total strangers to him.

Indeed, while his life had mostly calmed down after that one crazy day in early Spring, that was one area in which Thaddeus had continued on full steam ahead. With the encouragement of Ms. Frost, of course. He and Emma Frost were in semi-infrequent communication throughout the rest of the school year, and when Thaddeus had asked if he needed to lie low and lay off the sex until he graduated, Emma had told him that there was no need for that. In fact, she'd said that for the sake of their new working relationship, she wanted him to explore his abilities as best he could… even with the limited stock he had on offer.

Those were her words, not his. Thaddeus wasn't so far gone that he was considering the girls he slept with 'stock' just yet. Even if he admittedly couldn't remember all of their names. Regardless, with Emma's prodding Thaddeus had fucked what felt like at least a hundred different girls in the past several months. Some of them multiple times, some of them one offs. Each and every one of them had fed his abilities, to the point where he felt like he was past the point of human and well into superhuman.

Before, he'd figured there were at least Professional Athletes out there, as well as Olympians, who could give him a run for his money, if not outright beat him. But now? Thaddeus didn't think that was the case anymore. And his mind had been ramping up right alongside his body, which had allowed ESU to be an option in the first place.

Now here he was, riding in the back of a private car provided by his mysterious benefactors in the Hellfire Club, waiting for a call from Ms. Frost while he was steadily being driven towards his new college dorm. When the call suddenly comes through, a beeping on the screen embedded in front of him, Thaddeus makes sure he's as presentable as he can be and then reaches out and taps the 'Answer' button.

Immediately, Emma Frost's face appears on the screen in front of him, the connection established without delay. The Hellfire Club's technology really was something, Thaddeus couldn't help thinking, even as he was aware that the small camera at the top of the screen was transmitting his own face right back to her. She gives him an affectionate smile and a nod.

"Thaddeus. So good to see you again. I'm sorry it couldn't be in person, but you know how it is."

Considering this was the first time they had even spoken face-to-face since she'd gotten him to sign on with her organization, Thaddeus did not in fact know how it was. But he could guess. He could theorize. And he definitely suspected a woman like Ms. Frost was exceptionally busy even at the best of times. Much too busy to waste too much of her precious time on him anyways. With that in mind, Thaddeus just smiles right back and nods as well for good measure.

"I understand perfectly, Ms. Frost. I appreciate this call, knowing how busy you must be."

"Of course. Anything for my favorite football star."

Thaddeus blushes a little bit at that and rolls his eyes good-naturedly. His future had been the focus of several of their over-the-phone conversations they'd gotten to have these past few months. He was growing more and more convinced that he didn't want his entire future to be tied up in football or any sports really… and Emma, while understanding of that desire, had turned to teasing him a little bit over it.

Still, he knew she was just teasing. Before he can respond, she carries on, waving a hand in front of her face.

"How has it been so far, leaving home for the first time? You're going from the small town to the big city… the adjustment period will likely be difficult, but I assure you, it will be well worth it."

Thaddeus grimaces ever so slightly at that. Yes… it was a big change, wasn't it? And he hadn't had nearly enough time to know if he was going to regret leaving his hometown behind or start to feel homesick. Truth be told, he suspected that it would ultimately be fine in the end. There were a variety of reasons that he probably wouldn't regret leaving home.

Sure, he was the Star Quarterback and the most popular, well-liked guy in the whole town… but that was the end of it. The end of the road. He was only ever going to leave his home behind for bigger and better things… or fall off a cliff at the finish line and end up staying in the place of his birth for the rest of his life like his father had.

Not even his parents had wanted THAT for him. But Thaddeus was sure that both his mom and dad were counting on him going into Professional Football rather than anything else he currently had in mind. They thought the only way out for him was through the NFL… and before Thaddeus had awakened his mutant abilities and started getting stronger and smarter, they were probably right. But now he had options. Options borne of his connection with Emma Frost and her Hellfire Club, as well as his ever-growing intelligence and other attributes.

Ultimately, he felt like while he might miss his parents sometimes, he wasn't going to miss them ALL the time. They loved him, sure… but what they really loved was a version of him that he couldn't accept being anymore. It would be much easier to justify his change in personality after a year or two away at school, he figured. Then he could see about doing something different… and being who he wanted to be, rather than who those around him wanted to be.

With that in mind, he answers Emma's question with an honest smile.

"Not too bad so far. All I've really done is travel so far, so I can't say for certain just yet… but I have a good feeling about all of this. I think this is going to be good for me."

Emma chuckles knowingly at that, and Thaddeus gets the impression that she's imagining him with all sorts of coeds. And hey! Yes, he'd probably get his dick wet while at University… but that wasn't ALL he was planning to do, thank you very much! He wanted to make something of himself! He wanted to figure out where he was going next. He couldn't very well do that if he was spending every moment of every day buried in a girl's cunt. No matter how good sex felt, especially given his abilities.

Before he can say anything to that effect, however, Emma cuts him off.

"I'm sure it will be, Thaddeus. Still, my time is limited so it's probably best that I cut to the chase. I didn't just arrange this call because I wanted to check in with you."

Thaddeus blinks at that but supposes he shouldn't be all that surprised. Settling back into his seat, he inclines his head to show he's listening. Emma pauses for a moment before sighing.

"There will be a… party in the coming months. A get-together of the Hellfire Club. You will be expected to attend as my plus one. I've done what I could to keep the vultures at bay, but I can no longer justify keeping you to myself after all this time unfortunately."

Oh? He hadn't even realized that was happening. In hindsight, he should have. He didn't know nearly as much about his mysterious benefactors as he wished he did, but he could have made some educated guesses. Given what Emma was like, and a name like the Hellfire Club… they were obviously movers and shakers. And rich people certainly did love their toys, didn't they?

Thaddeus feels a surge of appreciation well up in his chest at the realization that Emma had been protecting him all this time, even more than he knew. Though he also feels a surge of apprehension right alongside it, wondering exactly whom she felt the need to protect him from within her own organization.

At the same time though, it's not like he has any reason to refuse. And every reason to accept.

"I understand, Ms. Frost. I'll be ready for whatever you need of me."

Emma smiles softly at that.

"I know you will, Thaddeus. I'll be in touch soon enough to get your wardrobe for the party sorted out. We'll figure out everything else at that time as well. For now… well, you're almost to your destination."

Thaddeus blinks at that, a little surprised but also not really all that surprised at all that she knows right where he is. In fact, it only makes sense given this is a Hellfire Private Car.

"You know… ESU is my alma mater, Thaddeus. I went there a long, long time ago… why, it feels like a lifetime."

Unable to help himself, Thaddeus just shakes his head.

"It couldn't have been that long ago, Ms. Frost. You're still quite young."

The blonde just laughs at his easy flirting, well-used to it by now. Her eyes dance with mirth and amusement that goes beyond his joke, however.

"I may have pulled a few strings for you."

He frowns at that, not entirely sure how to feel about being given special treatment. On the one hand, the whole point of joining up with the Hellfire Club had been to receive special treatment. On the other, there probably should be limits. However, detecting the conflict on his face, Emma just waves away his objections before he can even make them.

"As your benefactor, it was the least I could do."

Then, with a positively wicked smile on her lips, the beautiful blonde giggles, actually giggles, and leans in close.

"Have fun, Thaddeus."

With that, the call comes to an end just in time for the car to come to a stop. Now incredibly curious about what the hell Emma had done, Thaddeus gets out of the car and retrieves his duffle from the trunk. The driver doesn't even roll down their window in order to say goodbye to him, but then they hadn't done so to say hi when they'd initially shown up either.

As the car pulls away, Thaddeus is already looking at his new dorm building curiously. It's located less than a minute away from ESU's main campus, making the travel quite a bit easier, but Thaddeus does notice, intriguingly enough, that there are a fair number of women around… and not a single man.

He probably wouldn't have noticed that before, but his mind quickly begins connecting the dots and he starts to have a sinking suspicion, even as he steps into the building proper only to be immediately accosted by someone.

"You must be Chad."

Thaddeus blinks and looks over to see a startlingly beautiful red head holding a clipboard in her hands and glaring at him from under the brim of some glasses that look right at home on her pretty face.

"Uh… Thaddeus, actually. And you are?"

Sniffing haughtily, the red head looks down at her clipboard and then at him, eyeing him up and down for a moment before letting out a sigh.

"I'm your RA, Natalie. I don't like this… but it's not as though we have much choice in the matter, do we? No funny business, Mister. Now come on, I'll show you to your room."

Thaddeus blinks but shrugs and begins to follow her, all the while considering just how to respond…

Natalie the RA

As Thaddeus follows his RA down the hall, he finds himself contemplating women as a whole. Specifically, he's run into girls like Natalie before, though she's clearly older than both him and most of the young women he's been with at this point. Still, the attitude is all the same. A haughty tight ass who was more than a little abrasive on the outside… but could sometimes turn out to have a gooey center on the inside.

Specifically, Thaddeus finds himself reminiscing about his high school's Valedictorian. The smartest girl in school, she was also quite pretty. However, she'd never had time for social activity or the petty politics of the popular girls. That wasn't to say she was a bullying target or anything like that though… much in the same way the Principal had propped him up as the pinnacle of athletic accomplishment at their school, he'd propped their future Valedictorian up as the pinnacle of scholastic achievement.

In the end, she was untouchable… and she knew it too. However, she was also focused in a way Thaddeus had to admit that he admired. Her great intellect meant she didn't need to come to him for any 'help' either with her test-taking, so in the end, they'd been in two separate worlds. Even when he'd changed his ways and upped his grades, giving her a run for her money in a few different classes on a few different tests, she hadn't given him the time of day.

To be fair, it wasn't as though he had a chance to take Valedictorian off of her, even with his enhanced intellect. He might have brought his grades up in a spectacular fashion by the end of his senior year, but the first three years of High School still lowered his GPA enough that he wasn't even in contention for Salutatorian in the end.

But Thaddeus hadn't been too worried about that. Ultimately, he'd been honored by the school for his other achievements more than enough for his tastes as it was.

Regardless… the point was, when they were still in school, Miss Valedictorian never even so much as glanced in his direction. Or so Thaddeus assumed anyways. Because that summer, they'd run into each other at several of the parties that his friends set up and one thing had rapidly led to another. Before he knew it, he'd found out just how wild the smartest girl in his school could get once she was able to let her hair down properly and stop worrying so much about grades and homework and what not.

Yes, he'd fucked her hard and she'd given almost as good as she got despite her relative inexperience. This had happened across multiple parties too, with the novelty of getting to be with the 'one who got away' not really fading before the summer was over. Technically, they'd promised to stay in touch, but considering she was going to school all the way over in California and he'd been New York bound, Thaddeus ultimately never expected to hear from her again.

The point of this little reminiscing, however… was that he thought his new RA Natalie might just be a little bit like Miss Valedictorian. Thaddeus had gotten pretty good at picking out the little things ever since he awakened his mutation, especially when it comes to women. Sure, the bespectacled red head had glared at him… but he'd also noticed how she spared a quick glance up and down his body at the same time.

On top of that, there's the way she's walking down the hall in front of him right now. A truly frigid, uninterested girl who wanted nothing to do with him would be conscious of every movement she made; Thaddeus had quickly discovered. She would be stomping right now, keeping the movement of her hips completely rigid in order to avoid any… misunderstandings.

But Natalie the RA is not doing that. No, she's walking with a decided sway in her step, something Thaddeus assumes is purely subconscious… but is still very prevalent. In the end, all of his instincts are telling him that Natalie is only acting irate with him because the RA believes that's what's expected of her. And to be fair, if his assumption of what Emma has done is correct, then Natalie's attitude is perfectly fair.

That said… as they come to a stop outside of what he assumes is going to be his new dorm room and Natalie turns to face him, he makes sure to flash her a cheery smile. In response, she scowls… but her eyes DO linger on his pearly white teeth for a moment before she seems to catch herself and finally speaks. To cover up the slight lapse, she reaches up and pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she glares him down.

"This is your room. You'll be rooming alone for obvious reasons. Don't think of this as favoritism, however."

Thaddeus can't help but grin, thinking to himself that Natalie is quite cute when she's scowling. At the same time, it's rather obvious by now what Emma has done. He doesn't even need to ask Natalie for clarification. His beautiful blonde benefactor has gone ahead and stuck him in an All-Female Dorm, hasn't she? Talk about putting the fox in the henhouse…

Still, he's not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Emma's intentions are clear and have never changed, not in the several months he's now known her. She wants him to get stronger… and to get stronger, Thaddeus needs to fuck more women. And to fuck more women, it stands to reason that Thaddeus will need ACCESS to as many women as possible.

Well, he'll certainly have it here, he supposes. And with a dorm room all to himself, he'll have a much easier time of performing his… extracurricular activities as assigned by Ms. Frost. Speaking of which…

"Thank you, Natalie. I appreciate your help. I assume there's a key?"

Her eyes narrow infinitesimally at his cheery attitude. It's clear she doesn't quite know how to react to him matching her surly nature with bright, wide-eyed enthusiasm. Finally, she nods sharply and reaches into her pocket, pulling out a key that she hands to him. Thaddeus makes sure to brush his fingers against hers as the key is exchanged, feeling a small bit of electricity surge between them.

It's nothing special… just one of the many little tricks he's learned over the last several months of practicing with his abilities. Women are… passionate and emotional creatures. So are men to be fair, but men are usually forced to bottle up their emotions until they explode out of them in one great big burst. Women are taught to indulge more often than that, whether it's a good cry… or maybe something more enjoyable.

Needless to say, Thaddeus has become a master at providing that 'something more enjoyable' wherever he can. And sure, he benefits from it even more than they do, but he's never been an inattentive lover at least. No, it's always just as much about their pleasure as it is his own as far as he's concerned. If the RA gives him a chance, he'll be oh so happy to show her that too.

Natalie's breath hitches just ever so slightly as their fingers touch, but the contact is over before she can truly react. Then, Thaddeus turns away from her, not giving her a chance to chew him out as he focuses on unlocking and opening his dorm room door. Inside, the place is rather empty and spartan, but the bed is already furnished which is nice, and the desk is perfectly fine for his purposes. Setting his duffle down just inside the door, Thaddeus turns back to face the RA, pleased to see that she's still there.

Leaning against the doorframe, Thaddeus' eyes twinkle as he gives her a knowing smile. Best to shoot his shot now, really. One might think he should wait a little while longer… but in the end, Thaddeus had learned through significant trial and error that a little flirtation early on never really hurt your chances in the long run, even if the girl you were chatting up wasn't initially interested. They'd either eventually give you a try or they wouldn't, and that was life.

"Hey… so I know you said no funny business earlier, but I feel like I should warn you now, I can be a little bit of a comedian. Comes with the territory of having a name as ridiculous as mine, you know? I have to be able to laugh… or else I'd probably just cry."

He gives her a wink at that, applying a bit of self-deprecating humor predicated on the fact that she probably has at least his first and last name if she called him 'Chad' before. Whether she knows about his unfortunate second middle name or not is neither here nor there… Chad Cummings is honestly just as ridiculous as Chad Thaddeus Thundercock Cummings when you really get down to it.

In response to his humor, Natalie doesn't completely shut him down at least. Instead, she raises an eyebrow and pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose again… something Thaddeus is quickly recognizing as a nervous tick. Sensing weakness, he decides to pounce. The worst she can do is say no, right?

"I hope that with enough time… you'll come to like me for my stunning personality and my sterling sense of humor. To that end… I'd love to invite you in so we could talk some more. If you liked."

And just like that, the invitation is on the table. There's no denying his flirtatious tone, and he can tell immediately from Natalie's slightly flushed face that she understands what he's offering. However, while she does look irate with him… she doesn't immediately shoot him down. Her eyes narrow as her arms cross over her chest, and Thaddeus can do nothing but stand there with his easy grin all but plastered to his face. Right now, the ball was in her court and he was just waiting to see what her next move would be.

-x-X-x-

Right now… Natasha Romanoff, aka Agent of SHIELD, aka the Black Widow… was trying to figure out if she'd been made or not. Surely it couldn't be this easy, right?

She'd been briefed on the mark before infiltration, of course. Natasha hadn't been sure what to think, initially. Or rather, her first thought had been that this was a waste of her time and talent. Normally, Fury would have had her hunting down Weapon Dealers, or getting in nice and close with the general of some dictatorship somewhere. Not… slumming it at a college for the sole purpose of getting nice and close to some kid so wet-behind-his-ears that it wasn't even funny.

It was obvious that this brat, Thaddeus as he'd named himself, was more than a little cocky. He was so sure of himself that it was child's play to get him right where she wanted him. Show all the right little signs and he had seemingly convinced himself that she was totally into him while secretly pretending not to be. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, the truth was that Natasha was only here for the mission, and she was actually secretly pretending to be totally into him while not-so-secretly pretending not to be.

And yet… she honestly wasn't sure if he was seeing right through her or not. The organization that the mark had signed on with, this… Hellfire Club. It was a relative unknown to Director Fury and SHIELD, and THAT was an issue. Oh sure, there was the public-facing stuff. The fact that it was a long-standing gentleman's club where movers and shakers from multiple First World Powers got their moving and shaking on was well-established.

But for them to be able to make the X-Men AND the Brotherhood back off immediately after staking their claim in young Thaddeus WAS telling of something more than that. Which was the only reason Natasha wasn't more put out by the banality of this assignment. Sure, she didn't really think her mark was worth her time… but if getting in close to him allowed her to then find out exactly what was going on with the Hellfire Club, that might just be worth it in the end.

First though, she had to figure out how to navigate this moment. Because if this was a test, then she would be stepping right into a trap. If Thaddeus had any inclination that she wasn't who she said she was, then she might just blow her cover by accepting his offer and joining him in his dorm room to 'talk'.

… But at the same time, the character profile they'd managed to assemble for him, while it was somewhat incomplete due to the yet-understood connection between Thaddeus and the Hellfire Club, certainly painted the picture of a man-whore. Which meant that this could very well just BE how he was in general. By all rights, his offer might be entirely genuine and by taking him up on it now and joining him in his dorm room, Natasha might be able to skip a dozen steps and get nice and close to him early on.

The problem was, she was having a difficult time reading him. It wasn't impossible, but it was turning out to be harder than normal. Something to do with his mutation, maybe? By all rights, everything Natasha had seen from him so far had SCREAMED how green and innocent he still was. Not in matters of sex, but definitely in matters of espionage. And yet… he was clearly superhuman. Natasha had dealt with enough enhanced individuals over her lengthy career as a spy to be able to tell when someone had jacked up senses and what not.

What did Thaddeus really know? And what should Natalie the RA do in this moment? Leave him hanging but perhaps with something small to let him know she wasn't COMPLETELY disinterested? Reject him out of hand to play into the abrasive personality she's already developed for this persona? Or pretend to 'give in' and ultimately let him have her so that Natasha can get closer to accomplishing her mission?

Well, one thing is for sure. She's stood there making him wait for her decision long enough. Thanks to training and certain… advantages forced upon her by the Red Room, she's managed to contemplate all of this in the span of seconds rather than minutes. But even still, the moment of silence is getting just long enough to be awkward and maybe even a little suspicious.

And so 'Natalie the RA' makes her decision and opens her mouth to tell Chad 'Thaddeus' Cummings precisely what she thinks of him and his offer.

Natalie the RA Pt. 2

The pause lasts just long enough for Thaddeus to wonder if he's misjudged the RA completely. It's possible, even though he feels like he's gotten very good at feeling women out before, heh, feeling them up. Still, he's half-expecting rejection when the dam finally breaks and a small, rueful smile spreads across Natalie's face. She pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose again and huffs in amusement.

"You really are incorrigible, aren't you? Sure… we can… talk. You're the only new arrival for today, so I have some free time."

Perking up at that, knowing he would get to her eventually… though a little surprised he managed it quite so fast; Thaddeus pulls back so that the doorway to his new dorm room is clear for Natalie to walk through. The bespectacled red head does exactly that, stepping past him and moving to the center of the room. Thaddeus, meanwhile, closes and locks the door behind her before moving to join her.

It's a calculated sort of risk, both the door locking and what he does right after. As she turns to face him, he gathers her up in his arms before she can even blink and kisses her right on the lips. They both knew, after all, that Thaddeus wasn't inviting her into his room for something as pedestrian as talking. However, Natalie might still have expected to be wooed a bit more first.

That was the thing though. Thaddeus had always been a go-getter. And at this moment, he was very much ready to have his first college experience. Luckily, Natalie doesn't tense up for long in his hold. Nor does she push him away. Her hands do go up between them at first, pressing against his chest, but a moment after and she's melting into his very warm embrace, letting out a small sigh into his mouth as he kisses her heatedly, taking the lead in this encounter.

The very beautiful, very vivacious red head is absolutely delicious to devour. And her body… no College RA has any business being this perfect, Thaddeus thinks idly to himself. She must work out, because he can feel the muscle hidden beneath the softness of her curves. She is at once peak femininity and also a lean, toned killing machine. Maybe she has a sport of her own on the side?

It would explain why her resistance had ultimately come crumbling down from only a little pressure on his side of things. Athletes were… naturally physical beings. Thaddeus knew this better than most. One only had to look at his old school's Cheer Team, and yes those cheerleaders were just as much athletes as he was. And each and every one of them loved a tumble in the hay after a big game or a long session of cheer practice got their adrenaline pumping. Nothing made them hornier, really.

Regardless, back with Natalie… the RA doesn't fight him as he runs his hands down her back to her ass, groping and squeezing her plump yet toned derriere. The sheer amount of work she must put into her body to get this sort of physique… Thaddeus can appreciate it. He can appreciate it a LOT. As he gropes her butt, his tongue pushes into her mouth, past her imminently kissable lips that part as she lets out another breathy little sigh.

Then… he begins walking her backwards. For a moment, he has to choose. Bed or desk? Desk or bed? In the end, all things considered… he goes for the bed. The desk might imply a level of disrespect of cavalier attitude towards her that Thaddeus has no intention of conveying. Maybe if he'd taken her on a date beforehand with plenty of good vibes and foreplay, then the desk would be an acceptable 'naughty' option.

But with no date, it was better not to risk it in Thaddeus' experience. That was one of many areas in which porn tended to bend the truth. Most women, when given a choice, preferred a bed over any other place. Though when it came to what Thaddeus had to offer, they tended to not mind so much if there wasn't a bed available.

The moment that the back of Natalie's legs hits the edge of the bed, Thaddeus stops them, pulling back from their lip lock and running his hands up from her ass to the hem of her shirt with a grin.

"Well? You're getting more of my stunning personality now, Natalie. What do you think so far?"

Flushed red and clearly more than a little turned on, the bespectacled RA's eyes flash from behind her glasses as she raises her arms and lets him strip her out of her top. The moment that her face is visible again, with her standing there in just a bra, she smirks.

"I'd say it's a good start… but you've got a long way to go if you're really hoping to impress me, Mister Cummings."

The way her eyes dance as she says it… she's definitely doing it on purpose. Though whether she's testing him or just teasing him… eh, it doesn't matter. Thaddeus responds with a good-natured groan and a soft chuckle, before leaning in to kiss her again. This time, he goes for a series of pecks on her lips, an all out sort of assault as he reaches behind her and deftly undoes her bra, relieving her of the garment.

Just like that, Natalie the RA is wearing nothing above the waist. He pulls back again just to admire her… and honestly gets lost for a moment. Seriously, he knows he's left his old world behind and that moving from a small town to the big city would more than broaden his horizons… but the RA really does have the PERFECT body.

She's built like sin, made for seduction, and has curves in all the right places and all the right quantities. For that brief moment in which he gets lost in staring at her, Thaddeus can't help but admire what he sees.

Then, her hands reach for his belt and he comes back to himself. It would seem that he's aroused the RA enough for her to take matters into her own hands. Something he's more than willing to allow her to do. As she goes for his pants, he goes for hers. At some point along the way, he loses his shirt as well and they both end up entirely naked and on the bed.

Thaddeus is on top of course, as Natalie spreads her legs for him, smiling a bit and stealing glances down at his cock. He knows he's well-endowed… very well-endowed in fact. But she's clearly trying not to make a big deal about it. So Thaddeus won't either. Instead, he places the head of his member against her slit, finding her to already be aroused. Hah, he knew she was the sort of girl with a crunchy exterior and a creamy center!

Taking his time, he slowly pushes into her, moving carefully at first. Natalie is no virgin, of course… but she is tight. God, she's tight. Just the right amount too, he doesn't actually feel himself being stopped at any point, but there's a constant low-grade resistance and the pressure of her walls around his throbbing cock grows the deeper he gets inside of her.

Indeed, even Natalie is feeling it. The bespectacled RA's flushed features grow more and more flustered, and she moans beneath him as she grabs onto his shoulders, clinging to them like a lifeline. Thaddeus makes sure to give her a reassuring grin, knowing full well that his size can be a little intimidating the first time he's with a girl. He stops once he's bottomed out inside of her and holds his position for a brief moment as he gives her a nod.

"You alright? I won't move until you say so."

She nods back at first but doesn't immediately speak… so Thaddeus stays right where he is. Finally, at long last, she lets out a shuddering gasp and looks him in the eye.

"I'm ready. Don't hold back on my account. I can… I can take it."

If Thaddeus had a quarter for every woman who told him that and then had to ask him to slow down, he'd have just enough quarters that he'd learned not to take such a request seriously. Each and every woman was different at the end of the day. Some could handle him closer to his peak, but most couldn't. However, given what he already knew just from feeling Natalie up and making out with her… he feels like she might be able to handle him better than most.

Still, he starts things off relatively slowly, thrusting in and out of her with a steady but not violent or rough pace. And at the same time, as he begins pistoning his throbbing erection into her clenching, spasming cunt, Thaddeus leans forward and grabs one of her perfectly shaped breasts, drawing a nipple into his mouth to spread out her focus, to give her multiple pleasurable experiences to focus on at once.

From the wanton moan that comes from her lips, Thaddeus knows he's succeeding. Her pussy walls squeeze along every inch of his member, even as he fucks her on the rocking bed and bouncing mattress. Heh, his first conquest since arriving at ESU. He was intent on making it a memorable one.

-x-X-x-

Lie back and think of England. That was the old phrase, wasn't it? Obviously, the situation isn't remotely comparable… but there is some similarity to it. Natasha would be a failure of a seduction and infiltration specialist if she just lay there like a dead fish whenever a mark fucked her. No, there are a hundred little ways she's responding right now to make Chad 'Thaddeus' Cummings think he's giving her the time of her 'youthful' life.

Though, she has to admit… he's a contradiction and an enigma of a young man, that's for sure. One moment he's coming on very strong, locking the door behind her and kissing her with a speed that took even her back at least a little bit. The next he's being surprisingly considerate once he's actually inside of her, asking 'Natalie' to let him know when she wants him to start moving.

He WAS big, Natasha could admit that much. And in fact… he felt rather good, too. His technique was nothing to scoff at, and in the grand sum of Natasha's varied sexual experiences, she would rate him an easy eight out of ten, even with what little she'd seen of him so far.

There was just one problem with young Thaddeus and his bid to conquer her body and make her his woman. Natasha Romanoff was a graduate of the Red Room. And that came with certain… side effects. While yes, the Red Room had given her gifts such as her training and their version of the Super Soldier Serum, making her stronger, tougher and quicker as well as allowing her to heal faster, they'd also taken things away from her. Such as her ability to have children. Or, indeed, her ability to feel much of anything very strongly at all.

Fully removing her sense of touch and feel would have been more detrimental than not. There were already people in the world who literally were born without the ability to feel pain. It wasn't the supernatural boon that some might have thought it to be. Pain was good. Feeling was good. But too much feeling, the Red Room had decreed, was bad.

So yes, even though Thaddeus was very good at what he did for his age… Natasha was still faking the vast majority of her reactions for him. As he grunts around the nipple he's sucking and thrusts into her cunt with a considerable amount of enhanced strength, Natasha's moans are mostly manufactured. Her pussy walls flex and tighten around his cock, gushing down his shaft because she WILLS them to, not because of some unintended biological reaction.

She is a weapon. A tool. Maybe not for Red Room anymore but being repurposed as an Agent of SHIELD doesn't mean she isn't still the overly engineered super spy and femme fatale she's always been.

Poor Thaddeus has no idea what he's gotten himself into. But that's fine. A little more moaning, a few more cries of passion and ecstasy… he'd cum soon enough, she's sure. Though he seemed to be holding himself back. Ah… he really was a considerate lover once he was inside of you, wasn't he? He was holding back his own release until SHE came first.

Amusing, given the vast majority of men Natasha had to sleep with wouldn't even spare a single thought to the female orgasm. But not Thaddeus. Not the boy literally named Chad Cummings. She feels a small iota of muted affection for him then, even as she gives him what he wants, climaxing for him. Her loud cry fills the dorm room, overtaking the creaking of the bed beneath them.

In response, Thaddeus speeds up, and just as her orgasm is reaching it's crescendo, he cums as well at long last. His seed spills deep inside of her, filling her womb to the brim. Natasha lets out a feigned shuddering breath as he reaches completion within her. With this, she was sure she had her mark right where she-

Natasha's eyes shoot open as a sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced before rushes through her. A loud gasp, completely involuntary and not feigned in the slightest, leaves her lips. At the same time, Thaddeus jolts on top of her, still buried in her shivering quim. He yanks himself back a moment later, pulling out of her completely, but Natasha is too busy with her own thing to react as he scrambles away.

This is… he was… she felt good. Better than good, she felt great. It was like having a sheer blanket over you at all times and not realizing it until the moment the blanket was removed. Suddenly, she could see much more clearly. Suddenly, she could feel things she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Not since the deadening back at the Red Room.

But more than that, she felt unbelievably strong. As though the Serum she'd been given had been energized and increased in potency. Her entire body vibrates with unbridled power.

"You… who are you?"

It's only when Thaddeus suddenly speaks that Natasha is brought back to the present, back to the situation she's currently in. Blinking, she looks to the young man she's just been bedded by and sees him looking nervous… defensive… and knowing.

Ah. This was his mutation at work, wasn't it? No wonder the boy was such a player. No wonder he was a man-whore. Natasha isn't stupid. Putting together the facts is the work of a moment for her, especially with even her perception and intelligence further enhanced by whatever his power is. Chad 'Thaddeus' Cummings gets and gives power via sex, doesn't he?

And she'd just fucked him. Which meant not only had she gotten something from him… something amazing… but he'd gotten something from her in turn, more than likely. He wouldn't be so gung-ho about fucking any woman he could get his hands on if he weren't getting something back each and every time. In fact, what she'd gotten was probably just a side effect.

But that meant… he knew she wasn't some ordinary human being now. He knew she wasn't simply Natalie the RA. Her cover was effectively blown.

Fuck.

Natalie the... Super Spy?

For a brief moment, Natalie looks so bewildered by his words that Thaddeus actually wonders if he got it wrong. Worse, what if she didn't even know she was… special? Not every mutant was aware that they were a mutant, after all. And what he'd gotten from Natalie… it felt more lowkey than what he'd picked up from Mystique. It was like he'd suddenly gotten more… vital, for lack of a better word?

Stronger? Yes. But not just stronger. He could tell that he was slightly better pretty much all around. Like if this were a video game, his physical attributes just got a '1' boost across the board. And that… well, that might not be something that a young pretty RA for a College Dorm would even realize she had lurking inside of her, right?

Except, just as he's starting to second guess himself and feel ashamed of his reaction, it's like a light switch has been flicked. Natalie goes from baffled and confused to… something else entirely in an instant. Sitting up on the bed, the red head suddenly looks at him in a way that makes Thaddeus feel like a bug. Like he's being stared down by an Apex Predator. He can't believe he didn't see it before…

"Who I am isn't important, Thaddeus. Who I represent is. My agency sent me here to interface with you directly, seeing as events in the last several months have led to… questions."

Agency. She was with the government. Thaddeus' entire body goes tense, his spine going ramrod straight and his jaw clenching as he considers making a break for it right then and there. It was exactly as he'd feared. The government had come for him after all. Which begged the question, just how strong was 'Natalie the RA' really? Based on the boost he'd gotten from her; he could easily believe she was some sort of super spy. She likely had way more experience fighting than he did as well…

"Thaddeus. Calm down. I'm not here to kidnap you or lock you up in some CIA Black Site."

Natalie's voice cuts through his mounting anxiety like a plastic butter knife. That is to say, it doesn't manage to cut through at all really, but the attempt certainly draws his attention back to her, making his brow furrow as she explains.

"We don't want you, Thaddeus. We're not in the business of kidnapping young people just because they're a little special. You haven't done anything wrong, nor have you committed any crimes. But the organization that's decided to back you might have."

That brings Thaddeus up short and he goes over the last few things Natalie has said so far. Finally, a crystal clear thought DOES break through the miasma of fear that's fallen over his mind.

"… You're not here about me. You're here about the Hellfire Club."

Natalie offers him a small sincere smile as she nods her head in agreement… a smile that Thaddeus has to remind himself probably isn't all that sincere. Seriously, to know now that she's a fucking super spy… she'd played him like a fiddle from start to finish, hadn't she? Had ANY of it been real? Even… even the sex? That's a minor blow to Thaddeus' pride, though he thinks he managed to make her cum at least once. The rest could have been faked, but he'd definitely gotten her to orgasm one time, right?

… Okay, so that really wasn't what he should be focusing on right now, was it? Damn it all, Emma had set him up in an all-female dormitory, but hadn't managed to suss out that the government had installed one of their agents as the dorm's RA?

"That's correct, Thaddeus. I'm telling you this because my interactions with you so far have shown that you're not in too deep with them just yet. Whatever Hellfire is up to… we think it's bad. And we believe they're manipulating you into helping them."

Thaddeus opens his mouth to deny it automatically, only to snap it shut a moment later. Okay, so yeah, he wasn't an idiot. He knew full well that Emma Frost had manipulated him into joining up with her group over Charles Xavier or Mystique. And yet, even now he felt like she was his best option. Not just because Emma was beautiful, thank you very much. But he much preferred the freedom of being able to go to ESU, over being potentially branded as a terrorist the moment he stepped foot out of his town or finding himself locked up in the Xavier Institute save for X-Men missions.

He had very good reasons for picking Emma, thank you very much. Reasons that definitely had nothing to do with her chest or her smile or anything else!

Even still… yes, the Hellfire Club seemed suspicious to him. He wasn't sure they were necessarily criminal though… not to mention, the hypocrisy of 'Natalie' trying to tell him that Emma had manipulated him was… palpable. Seriously, he thought he'd been putting the moves on the RA, but now he knew she'd been the one wrapping him up in her web all along, hadn't she?

"Every relationship is built on manipulation, Natalie. If that even is your real name."

'Natalie' doesn't rise to that provocation, simply giving him a deadpan look instead that makes Thaddeus feel younger than he actually is.

"You can call me Natalie Rushman, Thaddeus. And you're not wrong. Manipulation is a key element of the human experience. We can't help but want to manipulate our surroundings, each other… even ourselves."

Her eyes dart down to his cock and Thaddeus blushes as he realizes that not only is he still naked, but just the hint of sexual attention from the red head is enough to make his member begin twitching back o life. But then to be fair, Natalie IS still naked on the bed before him… and looking positively ravishing, even with what he knows now. Though, on the subject of what he knows now…

"So you're a mutant who works for the government then? And they're just… okay with that? Do they know?"

For the first time, there's a flicker of confusion on Natalie's face that Thaddeus THINKS might be genuine. He might have actually caught her off guard with that inquiry, somehow. Of course, it's gone as quickly as it comes… but she still pauses briefly, as if trying to decide something. Finally, she shakes her head.

"I'm not a mutant, Thaddeus. Were you under the misconception that your mutation only worked on other mutants?"

Thaddeus' eyes widen at that. Both at the knowledge that she's already figured out his mutation from their one encounter… and also at the bombshell that she's just dropped in his lap. Suddenly, Natalie is off the bed and approaching him with languid, swaying steps.

"Your powers are interesting, aren't they? We didn't know what exactly had the Hellfire Club so interested in you, or I would never have let you seduce me in the first place. But… if you didn't know it extends beyond mutants, then your benefactors don't either, do they?"

He hesitates for a moment, before deciding to answer truth with truth.

"… It's worked on normal humans too… but only temporarily for them. And never like what I felt with you. Reaching completion with you… I only felt that way with another mutant before now. And I imagine what you felt was magnitudes more than what most normal humans experience, seeing as none of them caught on that I was anything but a good luck charm for their test taking…"

Natalie nods at that, smiling softly now. Thaddeus has to remind himself that it's probably all a ruse. Though it definitely doesn't help when she reaches up and runs her fingertips lightly across his exposed chest, humming and eyeing his pecs for a moment. He's in excellent shape of course. Not only from his football training, but also from his mutation. He's reaching the point of no return when it comes to Peak Human Physicality. The more he fucks, the closer he gets to becoming truly superhuman.

Honestly, he might have already passed that point. It's not like he's comparing himself to Olympic Athletes on the daily to find out.

"I see. Well, now you've learned something new, Thaddeus. I'm not a mutant… but I am Enhanced. And I'll even give you a little something extra. I wasn't born this way. I was made this way by a serum, one that irrevocably altered my biology. So, it would seem that your mutation has more reach than you might have initially expected."

She's not wrong, that is huge news. Continuing to trail her fingers down his chest, now lightly applying her nails to his flesh, Natalie raises a brow.

"Perhaps that buys me and my agency a little leeway? The fact that I'm not subduing you and carting you in right now should hopefully be enough proof that we're not here for you. But your benefactors aren't as clean as you might think they are. And until we find out what they're really up to… well, my cover needs to remain intact."

… The thing is, he likely would have figured out that bit about his mutation having a broader umbrella than any of them thought sooner rather than later, even without Natalie's influence. More than that, it wasn't like she or her agency had set out to reveal that aspect of his powers to him. They'd stumbled into it, and Natalie herself had admitted that she would never have fucked him in the first place if they'd known what he was truly capable of.

But then, their focus was on the Hellfire Club, not on him. Otherwise, they probably could have figured out what his mutation was ages ago. They wanted to know more about Emma Frost and her organization. And Thaddeus wasn't entirely sure if he should get in the way of that. At the same time, he couldn't help but be a little torn. Emma and the Hellfire Club had been nothing but good to him… so far.

He wasn't stupid enough to think that the other shoe was never going to drop, mind you. But at the same time, it felt a little like biting the hand that was feeding him, to betray their trust in any way.

Natalie's hand, which HAD been inching closer and closer to his crotch, suddenly stops as she tilts her head to the side.

"I can see you need a little bit more encouragement, Thaddeus."

For a moment, he stiffens. Was she going to attack him? Threaten him? Or engage in further sexual acts with him? As it turned out, it was none of those three things. No… instead Natalie Rushman, Dorm RA and Super Spy, leans forward, placing her lips right next to his ear.

"It might interest you to know one of the key tidbits of information that we found out while we've been investigating the Hellfire Club these last few months. Namely about one Emma Frost… and her mutant ability. You see Thaddeus, from everything we've managed to piece together, Ms. Frost is an incredibly powerful Psychic."

Pulling back, Natalie looks at him for a long moment with hooded eyes.

"… So what you have to ask yourself is this… how much of your decision to sign on with her and her organization WAS your decision? And how many of your choices going forward will be YOUR choices?"

With that, the red head gathers up her clothes… and brazenly steps out of his dorm room, leaving him all by himself. A distant part of him is a little surprised she didn't get dressed first, but then she was a super spy. She'd probably make it somewhere private without being spotted with relative ease.

The far larger part of Thaddeus is frozen in place as he finally puts two and two together and gets 'YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT'. Natalie's revelation makes… perfect sense.

Emma hadn't told him what she was capable of, but she HAD shown him a hint of it. Making an entire Ice Cream Parlor ignore them… he's not sure what he thought that meant her mutation was at the time. Maybe just some sort of Perception Filter Field? Or… or something like that. Maybe Emma had prodded his thoughts away from even considering the idea that she might be Psychic.

Or maybe she hadn't had to. She was a beautiful woman and he was an overly sexed young man who had gotten addicted to fucking. Growing his power was all too enticing, and she'd promised him everything he could possibly want, along with freedom and independence to do whatever he wanted to do with his life.

So far, she and Hellfire hadn't failed to deliver on their end of the bargain. But when the devil's due came, would Thaddeus be able to stomach it? What kind of man was he, really? Was he the kind of man who only cared about what he could get out of a situation? Or did he care if a criminal organization had co-opted him for their own ends?

Somehow, Thaddeus didn't think Emma had directly influenced his mind in their meeting at the Ice Cream Parlor. Read his mind? Oh, now that he knew she was Psychic, he didn't doubt that for a second. She'd read the FUCK out of his mind. That was why he didn't think she'd forced him to make this decision. Because the truth was, she hadn't needed to. She'd had everything she needed to manipulate him into his choice just from his own inner thoughts, his own doubts and insecurities.

Thaddeus had known Emma Frost was manipulating him from the get-go. But then, he'd figured they all were. Charles Xavier with his overly friendly attitude, Mystique with her eagerness to jump straight to using her powers for sex in order to get him on board. Only in hindsight do those other two options feel a bit more genuine now though. Xavier hadn't tried to hide his psychic abilities from Thaddeus after all. And Mystique was… certainly very upfront, right up until she'd pulled a runner on him.

He still didn't fully understand what had happened there, but then Thaddeus was beginning to realize he didn't understand much of anything going on in his life at this point. He wasn't the Star Quarterback in a small town anymore. He was a small fish in a massive ocean, finding himself swimming in the shadows of giant monstrosities. Get too much bigger, and one of them might decide to take a bite.

But did that mean hew as just going to… stop? That he was going to remain celibate for the rest of his life, and never get powerful enough that someone like 'Natalie Rushman' would decide he was a legitimate threat?

… No. Of course not. He would-

Thaddeus startles as his phone suddenly begins to vibrate from where he left his pants. The buzzing fills the otherwise silent room and he turns towards it, quickly pulling his phone out. He blanches when he sees who's calling. One Emma Frost… for a moment, he fears that she somehow knows… but no, it's more likely she's calling to check up on him, now that she figures he's realized what she's done regarding his dorm.

Staring at the 'Accept Call' button, Thaddeus finds himself torn between ignoring it or not. He could definitely get away with a missed call or two. She'd probably assume that he was just 'busy' with his new dormmates after all. But that was a temporary solution that would quickly become suspicious after the first few missed calls. At the same time, if he does pick up, what is he supposed to do? Keep Natalie's secret, tell Emma nothing? Or tell Emma everything and try to leverage her lying to get himself a better position?

Did he care if the Hellfire Club was actually a front for illegal enterprises or not? Did he want to get in bed with the government as they tried to investigate them? Or was he only in it for himself? Thaddeus had been raised to be plenty patriotic. But… he'd been growing out of that ever since he'd developed his mutation. The smarter he got, the more he saw the cracks in the world around him. Blind faith in the government might have been his parents' preference, but Thaddeus couldn't follow suit. Not at this point.

And yet… and yet…

Staring down at the phone in his hand, the buzzing continuing against his palm, Thaddeus makes his decision and brings his finger stabbing down.

Confessions

He hits the 'Accept Call' button with just enough restraint that his enhanced strength doesn't crack the screen. A moment later, Emma Frost's smiling face appears as the video call connects, a twinkle in her eye.

"Hello Thaddeus. Do you like my gift?"

As he thought, she's only calling to check up on him. She doesn't know anything… yet. But he's going to tell her. The knowledge that he knows everything is on the tip of his tongue as he opens his mouth to speak… only to stop dead in his tracks.

Slowly, Thaddeus looks up and around the room.

"Thaddeus? Is something wrong?"

Yes. Yes, something was wrong. He's just realized that the dorm room he's expected to live in for the next however many years… is not safe. Oh, it's probably as safe as it was before to sleep in. If the government always knew about him, then the possibility of him getting kidnapped in his sleep was always on the table. However, this isn't a safe place to talk.

He'd just let a government agent into this room. He'd just fucked her here, in fact. But more than that… Natalie Rushman had been the one to bring him here. She'd already known which room was going to be his, whether she'd assigned it herself or merely been told where he was supposed to go. She'd BROUGHT him here… the room HAD to be bugged to hell and back.

Immediately jerking to his feet, Thaddeus frowns down at Emma on his phone and decides to answer her earlier question.

"I'm honestly not sure if I like your gift or not, Emma."

The beautiful blonde psychic blinks at Thaddeus' gruff tone. It's the gruffest tone he's ever taken with her, so he's not surprised when it makes her frown. Still, grabbing his wallet and keys, he hurries out of the dorm room, even as Emma tries to get an explanation out of him.

"Thaddeus, what's going on? What are you doing?"

He should have hung up on her and called her back, but he wasn't sure how she would respond to something like that. She might deem it a 'power play' and it might come back to bite him in the ass later, no matter how much he was willing to explain. So instead, he just shakes his head.

"Give me a second."

His first order of business as he steps out of his dorm room is to look up and down the hallway, making sure Natalie is gone for real. The woman had literally strut out of his room in her birthday suit, so he didn't THINK she'd stick around to try and physically spy on him. No, it was far more likely that she'd left some electronic listening devices in his dorm more than anything else.

Still, after checking the ceilings and the corners to make sure she wasn't hiding up in one of them like some sort of cat burglar, Thaddeus safely confirms that the hallway is deserted. There's no one, not Natalie and not anyone else either. With that, he hesitates for a moment, not quite sure where to go. With his door closed behind him, he decides to risk speaking to Emma, looking down at the increasingly irate blonde on his phone screen.

"Emma… if I'm not sure if I'm being recorded or not, where can I go for privacy?"

The psychic's blue eyes, which had been turning particularly flinty on top of their usual iciness, suddenly widen at Thaddeus' question, some small amount of understanding entering her gaze. Her lips thin out for a moment, before she gives a simple nod upwards.

"The roof, Thaddeus. That's your best bet, so long as you keep your voice down."

That… that made sense. Thaddeus quickly looks for stair access to the roof, and thankfully locates it without much issue. Even better, Emma doesn't say another word as he takes the stairs two at a time, finally recognizing that something really IS up. Soon enough, Thaddeus is finally on the roof, the door closed behind him as he leans back against the brick wall of the door access and lets out a sigh.

"Thaddeus? What's wrong? What's happened?"

Emma's concerned voice would mean more to him if he didn't know she'd lied to him. But… no. He'd already made his decision, hadn't he? Bringing the phone up, Thaddeus finds that he's grateful for the separation between them. On a phone call like this, they're on even ground… he might even have a slight advantage. He's gotten a little better at reading people he likes to think, though Government Agent Natalie Rushman has thrown all of that very much into doubt.

Still, Emma can't read his mind from a phone call he's pretty sure. But they can at least both see each other's faces. Which means she gets to see how pissed he is as he frowns at his phone.

"I know, Emma. I know you're a psychic, and I know you read my mind to manipulate me into joining the Hellfire Club."

For a brief moment, Emma Frost stiffens… and loses any chance to deny it with that hesitation. But then to be fair, Thaddeus is pretty damn convinced. He'd turned a blind eye to Emma's ability usage back in the Ice Cream Parlor, convincing himself that it was simply a perception filter or something. Or HAD he convinced himself? Either way, he was confident he knew the truth now. He was certain that in the case of Emma at the very least, Natalie hadn't lied to him.

Finally, Emma lets out a sigh and a single shrug of her shoulders, up and down as she finally nods her head in acknowledgment of his words.

"You're right, of course. I am indeed a powerful telepath, and I did use my telepathy to coax you onto your current path. I won't deny it. But you must know that I did nothing to directly alter your thoughts or truly force you down this path, Thaddeus. You wanted what I had to offer. I could see that clearly in your mind, even as you made your decision. My… circumstances don't change the fact that you are now free and independent in a way the X-Men and the Brotherhood would not have allowed."

Thaddeus grunts and nods in agreement.

"I believe you, Emma."

Privately, he had some reservations. It would always be a 'what if?' situation, wouldn't it? Had Emma messed with his mind? Would he be able to know if she did? Thaddeus is just glad that they have some distance between them right now, so she's not hearing his doubts. Instead, all the blonde has to go off of is his face, which he keeps stoney and expressionless.

"Which is why I need your help. And by helping me, you can prove you mean what you said, about not forcing me down any given path."

Emma blinks, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

"Oh?"

Holding his phone tightly, but not too tightly, Thaddeus voices his single greatest desire at this moment, fully ready for Emma to laugh in his face or shoot him down. But then, if she did that… at least he'd know precisely where he stood with her and her organization.

"I want some sort of psychic resistance. You and I both know that I gain the abilities of empowered individuals I have sex with. You read it straight from my mind, didn't you?"

"… Yes Thaddeus. I know you gained some of Mystique's shapeshifting abilities right before our first meeting."

"Right. So get me a woman with natural psychic resistance… or a teacher who can train psychic resistance into me as a skill. I'll be happy with either option, really. But if you want to rebuild the trust between us, if you want to make me happy, then this is what needs to happen. You're not the only psychic out there, after all. There's Professor Charles Xavier for one… but I bet you two aren't the only ones who can go rummaging around in my head, are you?"

Just from the way Emma's eyes gain a distant look in them for a second, Thaddeus knows he's right. The thought that there might be dozens of powerful psychics running around fills him with dread to be honest. It's funny, because it's definitely the kind of thing you don't worry about until you really know about it. Charles Xavier had done a good job of setting Thaddeus' mind at ease during their first meeting, but learning what he had about Emma had managed to make all of the alarm bells go off again.

"… You're right, Thaddeus. Some form of protection against psychic intrusions would only help you in the long run, especially given our enemies. No, Xavier and I are not the only psychics in the world. Not by a long shot."

Thaddeus feels some relief that she isn't shooting him down. But of course, Emma isn't done quite yet.

"That said… before I make any moves in that direction, I need to know what brought this all on. Why are you acting so hunted? Why do you think you're being recorded or listened in on?"

Letting out a somewhat bitter laugh, Thaddeus shakes his head.

"Well, that goes back to your original question, doesn't it? Do I like my gift… I don't know, Emma. Because it seems to me that your plan to ply me with a bunch of nubile young coeds has backfired. The RA of the all girl's dorm you've set me up in turned out to be an Enhanced Government Agent… which I only found out because she let me think I seduced her and we fucked."

Emma's eyes widen at that, and she suddenly looks very alarmed. But then, obviously she was going to be alarmed by that news. Thaddeus himself was still pretty fucking alarmed truth be told.

"What… does she know you know?!"

Thaddeus grimaces and lets out a sigh.

"… Yeah. I reacted without thinking. Confronted her. Her name, as far as I know, is Natalie Rushman. She didn't tell me WHAT agency she works for, only that she's with the government. She was very clear about one thing however… she's here investigating Hellfire Club, not me personally. She wanted to turn me against you and the club. Wanted to make me her accomplice."

He's never seen Emma look so frazzled before, but maybe that has something to do with getting all of this unexpected information but not actually being able to confirm anything with her powers. Receiving this knowledge over a phone call was definitely throwing Emma for a loop, Thaddeus could tell.

"I… I see. I'll look into it on my end, Thaddeus. You should avoid this… Natalie as much as possible until I have more information for you though."

Thaddeus considers the difficulty of that request and snorts in amusement, causing Emma to really look at him for a moment before speaking.

"No… you're right, that might not be possible. Actually… now I'm left wondering."

Now it's Thaddeus' turn to look at Emma, furrowing his brow as she glances off to the side in thought.

"… Wondering what, exactly?"

Glancing back at him, Emma sighs.

"Natalie Rushman might not be the only plant in your dorm, Thaddeus. I didn't do my due diligence, obviously. I didn't think I had to. But now… well, now I'm looking at the registry for your dorm this year and a couple of names stand out. A few more ring alarm bells. I'll need to look into this more…"

Oh, of course she had access to the registry. Jesus fucking Christ. Still, the idea that his whole dorm might be made up of government plants did not invoke joy for Thaddeus. Emma had tried to give him a gift, and instead saddled him what a couple dozen honeypots, hadn't she?

"Thaddeus… you shouldn't let this change how you act or what you do next."

Wait, what? Blinking, he looks to see Emma offering him a smile on the screen.

"Not only would it be suspicious if you suddenly forewent all female company… the fact remains that it doesn't matter who these women truly are or what organizations they might each belong to. The fact is… you need to get stronger. And if I'm right about how many of these girls are actually enhanced, then you have an opportunity here to get quite a bit stronger indeed. So… enjoy yourself. Nothing has truly changed."

Thaddeus lets out a laugh of disbelief at that. Everything had changed. Even still… was Emma right? Maybe. Maybe she was.

"As I said, I'll look into all of this and see about getting you more information as soon as possible, Thaddeus. You just be yourself. And… I want you to know I appreciate your loyalty. You didn't have to tell me all of this."

She appreciated his loyalty. Not the Hellfire Club. Thaddeus' mind makes the distinction, even as he slowly nods before frowning at Emma.

"Yeah, well… my loyalty has already been bought and paid for by your actions so far, Emma. I won't deny it, I AM happy with the path you manipulated me onto. I'm not going to betray you just because some government stooge comes along to tell me things I already knew deep down, like the fact that everything with a place called the 'Hellfire Club' might not be on the up and up."

Emma smiles at that, even as Thaddeus lets out a shuddering breath.

"Still… the lies need to stop. I'm either in or I'm not and if I'm going to have your back, I need to know you'll have mine as well."

"… Of course, Thaddeus. No more lies."

The beat of hesitation before she agrees is all he needs to know that she's definitely covering up more. But he can't say for sure whether it's just run of the mill criminal stuff, or actually pertains to him personally as well. In the end, they wrap up their conversation shortly after that, and Thaddeus descends from the roof, making his way back to his dorm room.

Exhausted emotionally more than physically, Thaddeus presses his lips together as he looks around the sparsely decorated room, knowing full well that it's likely bugged to high heaven. Still, he collapses onto the mattress all the same and stares up at the ceiling, the events of the morning rolling around in his head. He needed to figure out what he was going to do next.

In a way, Emma was probably right. He SHOULD try and act like normal… even if normal was a horndog. But then, what if that was playing into everyone's hands? But THEN… what if by playing into their hands, he could get more information himself than even Emma could manage to obtain in the short term?

He'd firmly tied his horse to the Hellfire Club now. More specifically, he'd firmly tied himself to Emma Frost. Even if Natalie Rushman didn't know that he'd betrayed her to Emma just yet, Thaddeus knew there was no going back at this point. Whether Emma came through for him on the psychic training or not would be a big sign of what way the winds were blowing going forward, however.

In the meantime… he should probably get up and start meeting new people like Emma suggested, like would be his usual 'move' if he didn't know what he knew. And yet… the thought of just staying in bed all day was incredibly tempting…

Besides. Wouldn't they come to him if he just waited long enough? Especially if they all wanted a piece of him like Emma claimed...

Making Rounds

… No. If Emma was right and he was surrounded on all sides by people who wanted a piece of him, then Thaddeus couldn't just wait for them to come to him. Not only would he be ceding the advantage that making the first move would give him, but he would also be triggering all of their alarm bells, making them wonder if maybe HE was onto them. And sure, technically he was… but he didn't need to let them know that.

Pushing off the bed, Thaddeus nods to himself as he gets his game face on, squares his shoulders, and finally braves the cold outdoors that is the hallway corridor right outside of his dorm room. He'll just check in with everyone on his own floor, Thaddeus figures. That will be good enough for now, right?

Moving to his next door neighbor, Thaddeus hesitates only briefly before politely knocking… only to get absolutely no response. Blinking owlishly, Thaddeus leans in close and presses his ear to the door for a moment before pulling back in embarrassment and glancing to his left and right. Luckily no one is there to see him being a weirdo.

But also, in the moment that he pressed his ear to the door, Thaddeus confirmed something… there was actually nobody IN the room next to his. No sounds that would signal signs of life at all, in fact. He wasn't quite up to the point that he could hear someone's heartbeats yet, but he could actually usually hear breathing if he listened really, really closely.

With that in mind, Thaddeus goes to the next door and knocks on that one. No answer there either… but this time he does hear breathing. Slow, even breathing that makes him blush as he realizes whoever is inside is asleep. And apparently a deep enough sleeper that he didn't accidentally wake them up. Good, that never made for a good first impression and even if everyone in this dormitory turned out to be spying on him, he didn't want to make bad first impressions. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Letting out a sigh, Thaddeus checks the next door with his hearing ahead of time and after discovering that there are two people inside and they AREN'T asleep, he finally knocks. Only to almost immediately get the door answered by a bubbly brunette of all things.

"Oh! Hello there, handsome! What can I do for you?"

He half-expects her to comment about why a guy is in a girls-only dormitory in the first place and when she doesn't, he's immediately a little suspicious. But then, maybe he's just being paranoid. Putting on his best smile, Thaddeus gives the cute brunette a flirtatious wink.

"Well, hello to you too, beautiful. My name's Thaddeus and I was just getting the lay of the land, so to speak. My own room is three doors down, so I figured it only made sense to get to know my neighbors."

Once again, he expects her to be surprised or SOMETHING by the fact that he's just admitted he's somehow rooming in a girls-only dormitory. But the brunette's mega-watt smile barely flickers as she thrusts out a hand.

"Pleasure to meet you! I'm Kitty… Kitty Pryde! Always good to know your neighbors!"

As she chirps his own words back to him, Thaddeus carefully takes her hand and gives it a shake, now more suspicious of her than ever. But before he can say or do anything else…

"You smell good."

"Holy shi-!"

He damn near jumps out of his skin as the second girl, who he'd KNOWN was in here but somehow lost track of, all but appears right at his side. She's almost the polar opposite of Kitty in terms of personality, at least outwardly speaking. Her eyes are flinty, her gaze is piercing, and she has this expressionless look going on as she gets WAY too close and… and sniffs him.

"L-Laura! We talked about sniffing people, what the hell?!"

Kitty, of course, blanches and immediately grabs her roommate, this 'Laura' chick by the arm, yanking her back into the room and behind her. Laura doesn't seem to want to go at first, but she does eventually, though her eyes never leave him. Seeming a little panicked now, Kitty gives off a nervous bout of laughter as she bows her head in apology to him.

"S-Sorry! She's not normally like that, I swear! Good meeting you, Thaddeus!"

And with that she closes the door in her face. Thaddeus lifts an eyebrow, wondering if she would eventually realize that in her panic, she'd really been even ruder than her roommate had been. At least Laura's weirdness had come with a compliment. Still… he's not above wordlessly leaning forward and listening in for a second.

"What the hell was that Laura?! 'You smell good'?! Are you trying to blow our cover?! Ya know, when the Professor gave me this mission, I went to bat for you to be allowed to take you along. D-Don't ruin this for me, okay?!"

"… Sorry. But he's still standing there if you want to try again."

That's all Thaddeus needs to hear to high tail it out of there. There's a smile on his face as he moves on from that door, which he internally labels 'X-Men Room'. Good to know that Professor Xavier hasn't given up on recruiting him apparently… and it explains why Kitty clearly wasn't very good at the whole clandestine spy thing. He got the impression that the X-Men 'contingent' weren't really here to mess with him too badly, but rather to offer him an option whenever things went badly. Good for them, but Thaddeus had his own plans…

Still, if they were here from the X-Men, that meant both Kitty and Laura were probably mutants, didn't it? And Thaddeus wouldn't mind giving them both some boosts as part of a little quid pro quo… after all, the X-Men were the good guys, right?

Moving down the hall with a little bit more swagger in his step, Thaddeus eventually finds another room with people actually inside that will respond to his knocking. The door opens and he blinks at the sight of one of the most punk girls he's ever seen waiting inside. Not just her either… behind her is a girl that's practically just as punk, albeit with white streaks through her hair and pale skin. Second girl is more bordering on goth in fact, though Thaddeus will admit privately… he doesn't know the difference.

"Sup, stud? You lost or something?"

The first girl makes a show of looking him up and down as she drawls that out and before Thaddeus can answer, she smirks wickedly and bats her lashes.

"Ya know, if you're looking for your girlfriend's room… you don't have to keep looking. Would be happy to entertain ya instead~"

Behind her, the other girl in the room squawks at that, causing the first to laugh. Thaddeus just watches the exchange a little bewildered as the first pats his chest.

"Just playing with ya. I'm Risty. The easily offended one behind me is Anna Marie. What can we do for a handsome piece of meat like you?"

Even Thaddeus blushes a little at THAT one. Meanwhile, the pale girl now identified as Anna Marie is wringing her gloved hands together as she bites down on her purple-painted lower lip. Finally, Thaddeus manages to recover from the… overly aggressive opening. It's not that he's not used to some girls coming on strong, but admittedly there weren't many punk or goth girls in the small town he'd grown up in. Though he had to admit… these two coeds were ROCKING the look.

"Heh, sorry for bothering you both… just getting the lay of the land and meeting my neighbors. The name's Thaddeus and I'll be in the room at the far end of this hall if you need anything."

Risty's eyes widen at that and then narrow in suspicion.

"Oh? We were told this dormitory would be women-only. That changed?"

Smiling sheepishly and spreading his hands apart, Thaddeus just shrugs.

"Don't think so… probably just a mix-up. Maybe I'll get moved eventually, but until that happens I promise to be on my best behavior."

Risty's narrowed look almost immediately morphs back into a raunchy grin at that.

"Oh? And what if we don't want you to be on your best behavior, handsome?"

Thaddeus does what comes naturally… he grins right back at her and gives her a saucy wink in turn. This causes Risty to laugh and Anna Marie to blush profusely, even as the former grabs the edge of the door.

"Well… nice meeting you stud. We'll see you around, I'm sure~"

Thaddeus nods and waves goodbye, before the door is closed on him… albeit less rudely than the last time. At the same time, he can't help himself… he leans in close and listens intently.

"Y-Ya really think that he can help me with my mutation, ma?"

"I think it can't hurt to try… or rather, it could if we're not careful. I'm not saying you should go around letting him touch your bare skin any time soon, all things considered. But Destiny has seen some futures where his own powers might work beyond… purely physical contact. There might be things you can do without touching one another that count for the purposes of his mutation all the same."

"… Alright ma. I'll follow your lead."

Thaddeus blinks rapidly as he steps away from that door. In his head, he doesn't quite know what to label it. He feels like he should know… why the hell would Anna Marie be calling Risty 'ma'? They were the same age, weren't they? It's on the tip of his tongue but he's struggling to connect the dots at the moment. No… wait…

His eyes widen as he figures it out. They know about his ability to increase the powers of the women he sleeps with, something that even HE didn't really know about until Natalie Rushman. The only person who could possibly know about that would be… Mystique. Was that why she'd run away like she had all those months ago?

Except she was apparently back now. Risty WAS Mystique, wasn't she? And apparently she'd brought her… daughter along? To what, tug on his heart strings? He didn't fully understand, but at least he could safely label their door as 'Brotherhood of Mutants'. Though at this rate, wouldn't it be more accurate to call them the 'Sisterhood of Mutants' if every single member he interacted with from the organization was going to be a woman?

Still, Thaddeus continues on. And finally, he comes to the very end of the hall and the last door before the stairwell. This time, when he knocks…

"Oh! Who could that be?"

"I don't know, let's find out shall we?"

The door opens and this time around it's not one of the room's occupants answering, but both. One of them is a cute, almost-mousy brunette with a twitching nose that gives away her enhanced sense of smell immediately, while the other is a blonde with short-cut hair who's blue eyes slide up and down his body without hesitation.

Neither of them actually speaks up at first… instead they look at him expectantly, prompting Thaddeus to laugh and rub the back of his head.

"Err… sorry if I'm interrupting something. The name's Thaddeus… I'm in the room at the opposite end of this hallway and I figured I'd go around and get to know all of my neighbors… the ones who are actually here and willing to answer the door, anyways."

The two girls share a glance at that and then both try to speak at the same time.

"You weren't interrupting any-!"

"The name's Gwen-!"

They pause and look at each other again, before gesturing almost simultaneously.

"You go ahead-!"

"No, you go!"

The brunette blushes brightly as she gets in the last word, prompting Gwen to shrug her shoulders and look back at him with a wry grin.

"The name's Gwen Stacy. Technically Gwendolyn, but I punched the last guy who tried to use that on me. This overexcitable fuzzball here is Doreen Green."

Doreen lets out the cutest little squeak at being introduced by her roommate and hurriedly thrusts her hand forward, much to both Gwen and Thaddeus' amusement. Nevertheless, Thaddeus takes ahold of it and gives it a solid shake, even as he wonders just what their game really is.

"Anyways, you weren't interrupting anything too special… we were just getting to know each other."

"T-That's right! I was introducing Gwen here to my best friend in the whole wide world, Tippy-Toe!"

Thaddeus can't help but raise an eyebrow at that, prompting Gwen to dryly jump in.

"Tippy-Toe is her pet squirrel."

Which in turn causes Doreen to stomp her foot angrily.

"T-That's not true, Gwen! I m-mean… Tippy-Toe IS a squirrel, but she's not a pet! She's actually quite smart and is a friend… a companion! I don't OWN her or anything like that."

Crossing her arms over her chest, Gwen rolls her eyes but has a somewhat amused smile on her face that shows she finds Doreen's antics endearing rather than annoying.

"At least you can acknowledge that owning a squirrel as a pet would be a problem, I suppose."

Recognizing that she's being teased, Doreen just huffs at that, puffing up her cheeks in a rather striking impression of… well, a squirrel. Thaddeus could easily believe the girl had a pet squirrel in fact. Though… he couldn't quite figure out what her or Gwen's deal actually was. They were doing an exceptional job of acting like they hadn't known each other before today, before becoming roommates. But did Thaddeus really believe that? Even if he didn't… what could he really do about it?

"That said…"

Gwen's voice is suddenly speculative, drawing him out of his internal contemplation as the blonde looks him up and down again and gives him a flirtatious grin.

"We WERE just getting to know each other… and if you want you could… join in on that, handsome."

Her sultry, seductive tone makes Doreen squeak, the squirrel-like girl clearly picking up on what Gwen was putting down just as quickly as Thaddeus had. But far from rejecting the idea, Doreen takes one look at him… and nods her head up and down enthusiastically, clearly just as interested.

The only problem is, Thaddeus still has no idea who these two are or what they're doing here. Clearly they're not normal… but who are they working for? Technically he might be able to find out by taking Gwen up on her offer… but he also might be walking right into a trap by entering their dorm right now.

Was it really worth it? Or was he better off playing it safe for the time being and just… letting Gwen down gently for now?

Thaddeus considers his options for a moment before opening his mouth to respond.

Laura Kinney (X-23)

A/N: Even I didn't know where this chapter was going to go until it went there...

-x-X-x-

"… Sorry, but I'll have to pass for now. I appreciate the offer though."

Gracing Gwen and Doreen with an apologetic grin and a saucy little wink to make it clear he really is 'sorry', Thaddeus steps back from the threshold. Doreen blushes while trying not to look too crestfallen. Meanwhile, Gwen just laughs and shrugs her shoulders in a way that makes her chest do an interesting little jiggle in the breezy tank-top she's wearing.

"No sweat, Thaddeus. I'm sure we'll see each other around, being in the same dorm and all. There will be other… opportunities~"

Doreen lets out another squeak at that, while Thaddeus chuckles and nods before stepping away entirely. Gwen closes the door behind him and he begins to step down the hall… only to pause and turn back, getting close to the door again in order to-

"Change your mind?"

Thaddeus barely manages to pull back in time before the door swings back open, revealing Gwen on the other side. Clearing his throat, he lets out a sheepish laugh and rubs the back of his head even as he shakes it.

"Ah, no… just trying to decide what to do next. Think I might order a pizza and turn in early or something though for the night. See ya around, Gwen."

"See ya, handsome!"

This time, when the door closes, Thaddeus starts walking back down the hall and doesn't stop. His jaw clenches for a moment before he forces it to relax and he very deliberately doesn't let his hands curl into fists at his sides.

… Both Gwen and Doreen were enhanced. Not only did Doreen have an enhanced sense of smell at the very least, but clearly Gwen had an enhanced sense of hearing because she'd managed to hear him quietly turning back towards the door through said door after it was closed. So… yeah, they were just like the other two pairs of girls he'd met so far.

The difference is, he has no clue who the fuck Gwen and Doreen are working for. That was why he hadn't been willing to go into their dorm room in the first place. How could he be sure he'd come back out again? Sure, he might have learned more about the two of them… but more likely it would all be lies at the end of the day, lies designed to put him at ease or catch him off guard when the time to strike finally arrived. And if he'd accepted their invitation, maybe that time to strike would be today.

As he passes by the Brotherhood Dorm and the X-Men Dorm respectively, Thaddeus considers knocking on either door to confront one of those two pairs. But in the end… he decides against it. He doesn't have enough information at this point to feel like he's got things 'on lock'. And what Gwen had said was right. They would probably all wind up seeing plenty of each other in the days to come. Despite what he'd told 'Risty Wilde', aka the disguised Mystique, Thaddeus highly doubted his dorm situation would change any time soon unless he asked Emma to move him… or she decided she needed to do so herself for his own safety.

… But it'd probably be fine. Assuming that Natalie Rushman was the only government agent in the building anyways. Which… actually was a pretty dumb assumption when Thaddeus really thought about it. Reaching his dorm room, Thaddeus steps inside of it once more, lets out a ragged sigh… and pulls out his phone.

He briefly considers keeping the information he's already managed to learn so far to himself. But… no, he's already chosen Emma, hasn't he? After that brief moment of hesitation passes, Thaddeus sends her what he's learned. He tells her about Kitty and Laura, 'Risty' and Anna Marie, and finally Gwen and Doreen. To the first two, he appends his own observations for the pairs. But for the last two, he asks Emma to look into them, curious to find out just who Gwen and Doreen are working for.

They might not be working for anyone… but call Thaddeus paranoid, he just can't bring himself to believe it. SOMETHING is going on with those two just like the others he's met so far. He's sure of it!

Receiving a thumbs up from Emma in response, Thaddeus sighs and sits down on the edge of his bed. Then… he does precisely what he told Gwen he would do. He orders a large pepperoni pizza delivered straight to his dorm. Its funny… less than a year ago, he wouldn't go near a pizza. Not unless it was his monthly cheat day.

… But ever since he got these powers of his and started growing his physicality through sex, Thaddeus had realized more and more that he didn't have to watch what he ate. In the end… he could eat whatever he wanted and his metabolism would just take care of it. So yeah, that large pepperoni? It was going straight down the hatch, more than likely. Thaddeus fully intended to pig out and stress eat his problems away.

The pizza arrives within twenty-five minutes and is piping hot, just the way Thaddeus likes it. The pizza delivery girl is a cute brunette wearing a red and white high-collar top that shows off plenty of her cleavage, alongside a red cap. Thaddeus is half-tempted to invite her inside, but in the end he's worried about involving any civilians in whatever the fuck is going on in his dorm. So he just gives the delivery girl, who's name is apparently Siv, a generous tip instead.

Of course, that doesn't stop her from slipping him her number and giving him a salacious wink as she saunters back down the hall with a sway in her hips.

Amused to no end, Thaddeus gets to work chowing down on the pizza. He's managed to make it through half of the damn thing… when someone else knocks at his door. In an instant, he's on high alert. Still, as much as he might want to ignore it, that would likely be bad.

Moving to the door with a pizza slice in hand, Thaddeus pulls it open… only to blink at the sight of one of his dormmates standing there out in the hall.

"… Hey. Is that pizza?"

Laura stares down at the slice in his hand with unerring focus and remains fixated on it even when Thaddeus moves his hand back and forth. Finally, he holds it out… and she snatches it from him, bringing it to her mouth and taking a nice big bite, complete with some serious cheese pull as she hums in contentment.

Just as he's about to say something… she slips past him into his room, moving with a liquid sort of movement that catches Thaddeus completely off-guard. He squawks as he turns around, but Laura has already sat down on his bed next to his pizza box. She's still devouring the first piece he gave her, but also clearly sticking close to the rest of the box like it's now hers or something.

… What the fuck was going on?! What was she, a fucking cat?! Slowly, Thaddeus closes the door behind him and steps back towards the bed, only for Laura's eyes to snap to him and make him stop dead in his tracks. His instincts tell him that he might be in danger here… if he moves too quickly or gets too close without permission. But that's some serious bullshit, because this is his room. That's his bed. AND that's HIS pizza.

Still, trusting his instincts, Thaddeus swallows thickly and then asks the most pertinent question on his mind.

"What the hell?"

Laura pauses at that, looking at him as a stillness washes over her for a moment. She chews the last bite of her first slice of pizza and then looks over at the box almost mournfully before finally focusing on him and letting out a sigh.

"… S'not fair."

Bewildered, Thaddeus just stares.

"What? What's not fair?"

"… Kitty told me not to talk to you anymore. But you smell so good and I want to know why. And also… you bought pizza. And I was hungry. So it's not fair."

She somehow sounds more deadpan than childish as she complains to him. What's that about? And speaking of…

"Where is Kitty now, exactly?"

Laura's eyes light up… or at least, her equivalent of lighting up. It's barely a flash as the corners of her mouth turn upwards ever so slightly and she suddenly rises from the bed and begins walking over to him. When her hands go to his pants, Thaddeus squawks and grabs her wrists. However… she's strong, he notes. Though she does stop after a second of them struggling.

"She's taking a nap. Which means she can't stop us. I want more pizza. And I can tell what you want. The smell of arousal is all over you."

… Seriously? Was he really about to let this happen? As Laura looks him in the eye, Thaddeus' grip on her wrists slowly loosens and then falls away entirely. In response, she nods as if this was an obvious conclusion… and then descends to her knees before her. It's clear that there's something seriously wrong with this girl, but at the same time… Thaddeus has never really turned down a woman. Certainly not one as gorgeous as Laura.

She quickly extracts his cock from its confines and then puts him right in her mouth. A groan leaves Thaddeus' lips as Laura suctions down her own lips around his dick and begins to bob up and down his shaft. She doesn't go too far, never moving past the point where she starts to gag on his cock. As a result, she doesn't ever go past the halfway mark. However, her hands slide along the lower half of his member as well as fondling his balls, making Thaddeus groan some more as she sucks him off almost… mechanically.

She does so with a diligence that more than makes up for her lack of creativity though. In the end, he doesn't need some artist to suck his dick for him to get off. No, Thaddeus isn't nearly that 'elite' about it. Laura's technique is perfectly standard and that alone is more than enough. As she blows him however, Thaddeus finds himself taking stock. If it were anyone else, he might not have been so cavalier about letting them into his room.

Not that Laura had even given him the chance to let her into his room in the first place. Still he probably could have kicked her out if he wanted to. Probably. Maybe by giving her the rest of his pizza…

Speaking of which, Thaddeus' eyes slide over to the open box on the bed, his stomach still growling. He'd eaten half of the damn thing minus one slice that had gone to Laura, but he was still pretty hungry. Surely she wouldn't mind if he…

Laura abruptly pulls off of his cock with a pop and glances at the pizza box as well.

"… Let's move to the bed."

As it turns out, 'moving to the bed' also means graduating from oral to full-blown sex. Thaddeus wishes he could say he was more surprised at seeing Laura shuck off her pants and panties and expose herself to him, but he really wasn't. Not at this point. Bending over the pizza box, she wiggles her hips in his direction and Thaddeus finds himself moving forward and sheathing his cock inside of her from behind.

Laura moans as he does so… but it's muffled by a bite of cheesy, pepperoni pizza. Thaddeus, meanwhile, holds onto the female mutant with one hand while leaning over her to grab a slice for himself from the box.

As he chows down while also fucking one of his new dormmates, Thaddeus finds himself wondering… how did it come to this? Was this what his life was becoming? And most importantly of all… what kind of power was he going to get from Laura whenever he finally finished? What kind of power would he be helping her strengthen?

He probably should be more responsible about that and find out those sorts of things ahead of time going forward but right now… right now, Thaddeus has a sort of 'devil may care' attitude towards the whole thing. So he keeps eating tasty pizza and fucking the anti-social mutant bent over in front of him.

Maybe everything would make sense again tomorrow.

-x-X-x-

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Grunts, groans, and moans fill the air along with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and a bed being driven into the wall behind it again and again and again.

Kitty Pryde, meanwhile, can only blush profusely as she witnesses her fellow X-Men and current roommate, Laura Kinney, getting positively railed on the bed by the very man they were here to watch over and try to help. When the Professor had first come to her with this assignment, Kitty hadn't been so sure about it. But the more Professor X had explained, the more intrigued Kitty had become.

Thaddeus as he liked to be called (and boy was the rest of his name incredibly unfortunate) was in a tough spot no matter how you looked at it. It made total sense that a woman like Emma Frost had been able to wrap Thaddeus around her little finger and get him to join the Hellfire Club. But eventually the Professor was sure he would realize just who he'd signed on with and need to be bailed out. And if the Professor was sure, then Kitty was too!

… Only, she might have made a mistake in working so hard to get Laura along with her. Laura Kinney, aka X-23, had had a hard life before she'd wound up at the Institute. And Kitty liked to consider the other girl a friend. But… sometimes Laura could be difficult. Like for instance, right now. Not only had she blown their first impression with Thaddeus by commenting on his smell like a total weirdo, but apparently she'd completely ignored Kitty's orders once she laid her head down for that nap!

Now, all these hours later after waking up to Laura being gone, Kitty had found her wayward companion… in Thaddeus' bed. With Thaddeus on top of her. As an admittedly impressive cock pounds into Laura's cunt again and again, Kitty can see that they've been going at it long enough for some… build-up. Seriously, they're just getting messier the more they fuck. Though, Kitty does find herself wondering what the fuck is with all of the pizza boxes. There's at least six that she can count from her current vantage point. Six empty pizza boxes… surely they hadn't eaten ALL of them together, right?!

Honestly, she's lucky that the room right next to Thaddeus' was empty, allowing her to just poke her face through the wall and so far watch unseen. But she couldn't say how long said room might STAY empty. Kitty can only blush as Laura groans underneath Thaddeus. She should put a stop to this… right? She definitely shouldn't watch of course. But at the same time… Laura was making progress of a sort, right? So maybe… maybe Kitty should just leave them to it?

But no… she couldn't do that. Anymore than she could watch them fuck like animals. Right?

Laura Kinney (X-23) Pt. 2

A/N: Naughty, naughty Kitty...

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-x-X-x-

… And yet, despite that previous thought about there being no way she could just let this continue, Kitty Pryde finds herself staying right where she is. She doesn't call out to the two, nor does she leave.

Rather, as unorthodox as it is… Laura DOES seem to be making significant headway with their target. Indeed, the way Thaddeus Cumming's hips are jackhammering in and out of Laura's cunt is… honestly a little mesmerizing in its own way. She just wishes that the other girl had run this idea by her first before going off and implementing it.

Then again, who was Kitty kidding, really? She would definitely have shot Laura down if she'd actually done as she was supposed to and asked Kitty for permission. Ugh, they were going to have to have such a long talk after this about… about Laura's behavior. But for now, Kitty figured she would be doing more harm than good if she interrupted the two of them. Not only would she likely blow their cover even more than Laura already probably did, but… well, it would definitely make her a lame loser in the target's eyes, wouldn't it?

At the same time however, Kitty couldn't just leave them to it and head back to her and Laura's dorm room. If she did that, she would effectively be leaving Laura to fend for herself with a largely unknown, possibly dangerous mutant! And sure, Laura could take care of herself. SURE, Professor X had made it clear he didn't think Thaddeus Cummings was a bad person. But you never really knew someone! And people could change!

So… so Kitty has to watch. She has to stay where she is, with her face sticking out of the wall of Thaddeus' room and the rest of her body in the empty dorm room behind her. She's just doing it to… to make sure Laura is alright. To make sure Thaddeus doesn't hurt her.

Of course, from what Kitty can see, Laura is more than alright. The animalistic grunts, groans, and moans coming from the raven-haired woman as Thaddeus rails her on the bed in a consummate mating press make it clear she's enjoying herself immensely. So does the way her toes are curling as her legs kick back and forth in the air on either side of Thaddeus' waist.

Their mashing crotches are very, VERY sticky from the number of times they'd apparently gone at it while she was napping. Which has Kitty biting her lower lip in thought because… because she's starting to notice just how HARD and FAST Thaddeus is fucking Laura. The other girl isn't in any danger from what Kitty can tell, she's made of tougher stuff than that even if she doesn't have a full adamantium skeleton like Logan does.

But still, Thaddeus is definitely inhuman in his strength, speed, and stamina. Kitty finds herself reflecting on what the Professor had told her before this mission. From what they knew, Thaddeus' mutation allowed him to grow stronger in small bursts from having sex. According to Professor X, the boosts weren't supposed to be that big… they just all added up at the end of the day.

And yet, Kitty finds herself wondering just how much stronger Thaddeus was getting from fucking Laura. It was like some sort of feedback loop, just watching them go at it. Was the bedframe going to survive the experience? It didn't look like it…

Finally, unable to help herself, Kitty's hands on the other side of the wall slide down her front. She slips her fingers past her panties and right into her cunt, biting her lip hard to try to contain her moans as she begins to push her digits in and out of her pussy. Fortunately, Laura is almost howling at this point as she creams herself again and again on Thaddeus' cock. And from the look of things, he's probably getting close too, his movements becoming more sporadic, his grunting becoming louder and louder.

Of course, only her face is on this side of the wall. Her ears are on the other side of the wall, mostly due to just how THIN these dorm room walls really are. Though because of that thinness, Kitty is still hearing most of the noises Laura and Thaddeus are making loud and clear, albeit a teensy bit muffled.

However, her ears being in the empty dorm room is also what saves her, in the end. Because as she's getting herself worked up, as she's trying and failing to match Thaddeus' breakneck speed with her own fingers… the sound of a key being inserted into a lock and the lock being slowly turned is so much LOUDER than everything else she's listening to right now.

Kitty's eyes shoot wide open from their lidded state as the phasing mutant realizes that she's hearing the lock turning for the door in the room SHE'S currently in. Pulling herself back, she whips her head around just as the door starts to push open. Fortunately, the woman who's entering the room has her arms full and her head turned away as she uses her shoulder to push in.

Before she can make out who the woman is, and even more fortunately, before the woman can even clock her presence… Kitty activates her powers in a panic and drops right through the floor into the room below. Which as fortune would have it, is another dorm room, and this one is currently unoccupied. Landing in a three-point crouch, heart hammering in her chest, Kitty's eyes are wide and her face is bright red as she realizes what a close call she just had.

… Fortunately, no one had caught her. And no one would catch her, because she was going back to her dorm and she was staying put until Laura returned! Laura would just have to fend for herself for a little while… given everything Kitty knew about the other girl, she could handle it. Probably.

Thank fuck no one saw her.

-x-X-x-

Back in his room, Thaddeus slows down fucking Laura for a second and pulls back from kissing her to make eye contact with the feral mutant woman. She blinks rapidly for a moment before giving him a curious tilt of her head. In response, Thaddeus just raises an eyebrow.

"Does your roommate often use her powers to spy on people having sex?"

Unsurprised that he caught Kitty's moaning, and also having clocked the other girl's face poking through the wall, Laura just sighs and shakes her head.

"She means well. She just doesn't always make the best decisions. Now… get back to fucking me."

Grinning wickedly, Thaddeus just nods.

"As the lady commands."

Laura growls at that, both of them knowing at this point that she's no lady. But then to be fair, he's also not a gentleman.

Doing as she's commanded, Thaddeus returns to fucking Laura hard into the bed, the bedframe in turn rocking and shaking with his powerful and punishing thrusts. He plows her silly as she cries out and tosses her head back while also clutching at him, her nails raking into his back and renting skin asunder, drawing blood.

Grunting from the mild pain but also the electric feeling, Thaddeus reflects that Laura's roughness had definitely made getting the next five pizzas a bit more of a hassle. The second pizza had been delivered by the same cutie as before, but when she'd seen the blood marring Thaddeus' body, her sultry grin had immediately dropped off her face. Feeling embarrassed, Thaddeus had ordered from a different pizza place after that. As a result, the next four pizzas had all been delivered by some pimply-assed nerds, one after the other.

The funny thing was, while yes, Thaddeus had wound up covered in… small spatterings of his own blood here and there, it wasn't like any of the injuries Laura gave him stuck. In fact, as they both reach a crescendo and Thaddeus cums inside of her yet again, causing her to buck her hips and climax alongside him, he can already feel this latest set of scratches healing… and even faster than the previous too.

Like every time before that he's reached climax, they both seize up as the power surges through them. Thaddeus has honestly lost track of the number of times they've had sex by this point if he's being honest. Maybe around six to correlate to the number of pizzas… but also maybe more? Either way, it's been quite a few because he can feel just how much he's gotten from Laura so far.

His inherent physicality has gone past peak human and into true superhuman by now, with his strength, speed, and stamina all having gotten serious upgrades from fucking the gorgeous feral woman over and over again.

But more than that, he got Laura's primary power… that of a healing factor. His body regenerates now, way faster than a normal human body would heal. He can literally close up torn flesh in under a minute at this point. He's not sure beyond that, and he's not exactly eager to find out, but it's still really fucking cool.

There's also something else… something Thaddeus doesn't quite understand. It feels like it's in his head… and it feels like it's a sort of calcification. He doesn't have a better way to describe it and ultimately, he doesn't really care to. All in all, fucking Laura has been the best thing he's done since leaving town. He can't get enough of her… and in turn, he can tell that she can't get enough of him.

Smiling down at her, Laura smiles back up at him. Obviously, they both know everything there is to know at this point. She's here for him. And she knows that he knows that. And he knows that she knows but doesn't care that he knows. And in the end… it doesn't matter.

Pulling out of Laura just long enough to flip her over and yank the beautiful raven-haired mutant up onto her hands and knees, Thaddeus grabs her by her hips and sinks right back into her, this time from behind. Laura groans and doesn't fight him in the slightest, even though he can tell she's positively made for violence. Hell, even sex with her has been violent in its own way.

Even now, fucking her doggystyle, Laura matches him blow for blow. Her hips slam back into his thrusting cock with bruising force that Thaddeus has to push back against. She quite literally makes him fuck her harder, because if he doesn't, she'll push him all the way off the bed with her backwards thrusts. But he doesn't mind. No, he doesn't mind one bit. He's going to fucking put her in her place. He's going to fucking plow her silly. He's going to ruin her, even if it takes him all night long.

Snarling, settling in for the long haul, Thaddeus leans forward and on pure instinct, bites into Laura's shoulder. She freezes under him… and then climaxes explosively along his cock in a way that just makes him hump away all the harder. Fuck this bitch was crazy… but then, maybe he was too at least a little bit.

-x-X-x-

You'd think, after fucking all through the night, that they would both be exhausted come the next morning. But actually, Thaddeus has never felt more well-rested, weirdly enough. That said, it's a little hard to want to get up when he has a smoking hot babe resting against his chest. Laura too doesn't seem to be all that sleepy either, though she is still snuggling him quite happily. Both of them are clearly feeling on top of the world.

The dorm room on the other hand… has most certainly seen better days. They've utterly trashed the place, and at a certain point in the night, Thaddeus' bedframe had gone out on them and they'd gone crashing down to the floor. Only, by that point they were in too deep. It all felt too damn good. Even amidst the splintered wood, they'd kept on fucking like a pair of horny-ass rabbits.

Well, at least Thaddeus now knew the dangers of prolonged sex with a superpowered woman like Laura. They could seriously have wound up going at it forever and ever if they both didn't finally pull back and take stock as the morning sun came through his window and covered their faces at long last.

Now that post-coitus had properly hit, Thaddeus also thought he'd heard some banging from the room that Kitty had been spying on them from at some point in the night as well. Like whoever his next door neighbor was had been trying to get them to keep it down. Obviously, she'd failed.

In the harsh light of day, Thaddeus takes stock of the situation… and has some regrets. Not many, but certainly some. Groaning, he runs a hand down his face as he lets out a sigh.

"… Going to need a new bedframe."

He says it out loud, but he's speaking more to himself than to Laura. However, that doesn't stop the raven-haired mutant from raising her head and looking around them as well.

"Mm… yes. Should get it reinforced too."

Blinking at the suggestion, Thaddeus gives the feral young woman a deadpan look.

"Yeah? You think? And what… going to help me with that are you?"

He means it sarcastically of course. Well, mostly. She HAD helped him break the first bedframe after all, and in more ways than one at that. She was the prime cause of the power spike he'd gone through after tonight. Shit, Thaddeus was going to have to make sure he didn't have any accidents with whatever newfound super strength he might be rocking.

But still, he doesn't actually think she's going to take him seriously. And yet… Laura actually considers it for a moment before nodding.

"I'll see what I can do."

Blinking rapidly, Thaddeus tilts his head to the side.

"Err… that's okay. I mean, it's my bedframe, so I'll take care of it…"

"No. Our bedframe."

And then she plants a hand on his chest and leverages herself up as she looks him right in the eye. In that moment, Thaddeus feels more like a prey animal than he ever has in his entire life.

"Mine."

He opens his mouth… and then closes it again. With that one word, Laura has managed to convey a whole world of meaning. As she splays her fingers out across his chest, she claims him as her own. Meanwhile, Thaddeus' eyes drift down to her blemish free shoulder, where he HAD bitten her multiple times during the night. None of them took of course, her healing factor restoring her body the moment his teeth left her skin. Still…

Thaddeus had caused this. He'd… somehow stolen an X-Man. Or X-Woman? He didn't know how they handled the gender thing truth be told.

And he also didn't quite know what he was going to say to Laura next. In the end, he just opens his mouth and wings it.

Morning After

A/N: Thaddeus and Laura have a heart to heart followed by an awkward interaction in the common room~

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-x-X-x-

With Laura looming over him, her hand splayed across his chest, Thaddeus inhales and then exhales slowly, before looking her right in the eye.

"I want to be yours, Laura. And I damn sure wouldn't mind you being mine. But I can't promise monogamy. I'm not really a one-woman type of guy. There are going to be other girls in my bed… likely LOTS of other girls in my bed. And if that doesn't sound appealing to you…"

He trails off, not really wanting to finish the sentence. He can't help but feel a little guilty. He'd fucked Laura all night long for obvious reasons… because they were VERY physically compatible, but also because he got a lot of benefits from it. But then, she must have as well. He could feel it every time he came, how the boost in ability had gone both ways.

So it wasn't like he'd just used her and was now discarding her. They'd both come out ahead from last night. Still, women could be… unpredictable at times. And Thaddeus had no idea how someone like Laura would react. Would she get angry with him? Violently so, even?

For a long moment, the undercover X-Men is quiet on top of him. She keeps her hand on his chest, her fingers spread outwards in every direction as she considers his words. Finally, she slowly nods.

"It's your mutation. It's messing with your mind."

Thaddeus blinks at that. Wait… was it? His first instinct was to say 'no'. That she was wrong. His mutation had never felt like it was pushing him further down this path of seeking out sex in all of its glorious forms. Rather, he was just your average horny guy who got Sex Powers, wasn't he? There didn't need to be a mental element, not when sex felt as good as it did AND he got powers from it.

In a way, he HAD sort of been conditioned by his mutation to seek out sex. Boosts felt good, whether they were small boosts to his overall health from normal girls, or whether they were bigger boosts to his powers from mutants and other empowered women. But even if he hadn't developed this mutation, Thaddeus doesn't think his sex life would have been all that different.

Chad Cummings would have still been the jock-y, pigheaded athlete he'd always been, and girls might have still flocked to him for a chance to get with a football star. His mutation had merely… amplified all of that. And let him break away from his old self entirely, of course. Chad Cummings was no more and Thaddeus was happy about that.

But… no, it wasn't his mutation that made it impossible for him to be a one-woman kind of guy. Maybe if his other circumstances were different but the truth was…

"It's not that. Not really. It feels good to grow stronger, don't get me wrong… but even if it didn't, I would still NEED to get stronger. Because I've made choices that have set me on a collision course with a lot of dangerous entities. I'm in too deep to back out now, Laura. I know you and Kitty are here to keep an eye on me, but you both are just the tip of the iceberg. This entire dorm is filled with women who all want a piece of me… and I think my only way of getting through this will be to take a piece of them right back."

Laura mulls this over for a moment before frowning at him.

"Hellfire Club won't let you go easily."

Smiling a wan smile, Thaddeus offers his partner for the night a helpless shrug.

"Truth be told, I don't want them to let me go, Laura. I chose Emma Frost and the Hellfire Club. I knew everything wasn't on the up and up. But so far, they've been nothing but good to me. And I intend to ride that gravy train all the way to the station if possible."

Thaddeus wasn't an idiot, or at least he liked to think he wasn't these days. He knew full well that, continuing the train metaphor, he might have to jump off at some point while it was still moving. One way or another though, he fully intended to only leave the Hellfire Club on HIS terms. Otherwise… he'd stick it out and see just how far he could get.

Selfish? Maybe. But the world was a selfish place built by selfish people. Was it really so wrong for Thaddeus to want to get his, so long as he wasn't going out of his way to hurt other people? He didn't personally think so, but his opinion wasn't the one that mattered right now. He lays there as Laura frowns at his words and waits for her final verdict.

"… Dangerous. I'll help you."

That gets a blink, truth be told.

"Just like that?"

Laura simply nods.

"It's why we were sent here. Kitty and me. The Professor asked us to look after you. So that's what I'm going to do."

Thaddeus won't lie. His cock twitches a little bit at the 'look after you' bit. Something Laura doesn't fail to notice, her eyes sliding down to his naked member as they lay there on his mattress, which rests on his destroyed bedframe. No… their destroyed bedframe, as she'd put it before.

"So… you're moving in then, is that it?"

Laura tilts her head to the side and considers the destroyed dorm room.

"… Perhaps not. But I will be close by. To assist you in making the right calls."

He feels like he should be offended, but he's more amused than anything.

"The right calls? What, are you going to be my moral compass Laura?"

Looking dead serious, the dark-haired mutant nods decisively at him.

"Yes."

Well. Alright then. Thaddeus just chuckles and moves to sit up, but before he can Laura's hand claps down around his cock again, grabbing hold of it firmly and giving it a good, long stroke.

"First things first. You should not walk around an all-female dormitory with an erection. It is not… moral."

Peering at Laura, Thaddeus thinks he detects a note of mirth in her tone. Or maybe it's just a trick of his mind. Still, he chuckles in even greater amusement than before as he settles back into place, letting her play with his cock a bit longer.

If this was what being his 'moral compass' entailed, Thaddeus figured he was going to enjoy Laura's 'moralizing' quite a bit.

-x-X-x-

It's an hour later that they finally leave his dorm room. Though, given the fact that neither of them had slept, this is still plenty early in the morning. Around eight, to be exact. Perfectly normal time to get up, Thaddeus figures. And it appears the rest of the dormitory agrees with him, because the building's common room is filled with women. Scattered all over the place, they're doing mundane things like chatting, eating breakfast, and in a few cases, even studying with textbooks open on tables in front of them as they pour over them.

Thaddeus' eyes catch on everyone he'd met the previous day on his floor. There's Kitty Pryde of course, Laura's accomplice. The brunette won't meet his eyes… nor does she meet Laura's as the latter mutant disengages from his side and makes her way over to her partner in crime. Thaddeus' gaze falls upon Laura's swaying hips for a moment and it takes a conscious bit of willpower to keep himself from becoming erect again.

Last night… last night had been a BIG boost. The biggest of his entire life as a mutant in fact. His stamina was legendary now. He wasn't sure if it was because he'd gotten so much of Laura's regeneration power, but Thaddeus suspected he could fuck for days without emptying out his balls. Maybe even longer. And he had no idea how much sleep he needed anymore either.

But… no. Now was not the time. Focusing, he also sees 'Risty' and Anna Marie over to one side. And of course, there's Gwen and Dorleen as well, though the two aren't spending the morning together like the first pair are.

All of their eyes, as well as the eyes of every other woman in the common room, zero in on him the moment he steps inside. He can see the question in some gazes. Is he just someone's boyfriend? Where does he get off 'intruding' on their all-female dormitory? Unfortunately, Natalie the RA… who is actually Natalia the Government Spy, is nowhere to be found. Leaving Thaddeus to deal with this himself.

As he opens his mouth, he finds himself wondering just how many of the women in front of him are superpowered. How many are here for him specifically? There's no way that he somehow managed to meet all of the women who wanted a piece of him the day before. Though it wouldn't surprise Thaddeus if the factions that were after him WERE all concentrated on his floor.

That said, before he can speak, one of the women in the common room finally looks up from her textbook. Platinum blonde hair and green eyes, she goes wide-eyed at the sight of him and Laura leaving his side… and in the stillness of his arrival, she hurriedly grabs her things and rushes out of the common room. She looks tired, Thaddeus notices as she quickly squeaks past him. Her eyes won't meet his, but she still radiates the aura of someone who hasn't slept a wink. He hopes she's okay, even as he wonders why she would run away from him of all people.

Well… no matter. Stepping forward, Thaddeus gives everyone else in the common room a broad smile.

"Hello, ladies. I met some of you yesterday, but it looks like a lot more of you have settled in now. My name is Thaddeus, though you can call me Thad, and it's a pleasure to make all of your acquaintances. Unfortunately, due to a mix-up with Housing, it seems that I've been housed in an all-female dormitory by mistake. Until they see fit to move me, I promise to be as much of a gentleman as possible."

There. That was a pretty good first impression, wasn't it?

"Yeah, stud? A perfect gentleman, is that it?"

When Mystique, disguised as Risty, suddenly speaks up with a mocking and altogether amused tone, Thaddeus can't help but bristle a little. He hadn't said perfect gentleman anyways, but before he can correct her, 'Risty' grins all the more widely.

"I could use a 'perfect gentleman' sometimes, if last night was any indication of what you consider a 'gentleman' to be."

Her eyes trail over to Laura at that, and Thaddeus blushes as he finally understands what she's getting at… and comes to the stark realization that he came into this like an idiot. First Impression? This wasn't his first impression with any of the girls in this common room. No, his first impression was fucking Laura like an animal all night long, hard and fast enough to break his bedframe in the process. And if they were able to do that… then they were probably more than loud enough to be heard by the entire building, weren't they?

"That girl who rushed out of here is your next door neighbor, by the by. Her name's Felicia, from what I gathered."

Mystique sounds so horribly amused that Thaddeus almost wants to reveal he knows who she is right there on the spot. Ancient-ass shapeshifter masquerading as a college student… does she really have any sort of high ground over him at the moment?

But… no. Exposing her like this would not only be petty as fuck, it would probably also be detrimental to his own cause for absolutely no reason. Risty's true identity was something to be kept in his back pocket for now.

Still, as he looks around the room, Thaddeus sees all sorts of expressions. A good number of the girls look interested. That's not at all surprising though, he's used to that. A few look annoyed though, and Thaddeus feels bad if he kept them up… he'd certainly kept up poor Felicia from the look of things. And a scant few are hiding their emotions completely.

Once again, Thaddeus is reminded that he has no idea just how many of the women in this room are after him. Suddenly, he realizes that whatever her reasons for speaking up in the first place were, 'Risty' has given him the perfect excuse to retreat. And retreat sounds really, really good right now.

"Right… I'll leave you all to it then."

With that, Thaddeus heads out the door. He'll get breakfast elsewhere, he figures.

-x-X-x-

Before he knows it, Thaddeus' first week of college has come and gone. He's done all the important stuff of course, like getting in touch with his new Football Coach and starting practice with ESU's football team. He'd done his best to downplay his prowess, but of course even his weakest had let him run circles around the other players. Still, with the lessons in hiding his strength that Emma had made sure he'd gotten over the summer, Thaddeus was able to make himself look like god's gift to football as far as the Head Coach was concerned, rather than obviously superhuman.

Sleep, meanwhile, was proving less and less necessary. Which was amusing because a quick text to Emma and he'd gotten a new bedframe made of reinforced materials for his dorm room. He still needed a few hours here and there every few days, but more often than not he'd find himself just lying in bed if he didn't actually do something.

… Sometimes that 'something' was a someone and that someone was Laura. Thaddeus tried to be considerate, mind you. He tried not to be as loud as that first night if anything. But Laura could be a handful and a half. And he couldn't really bring himself to deny her. Still, he kept things to a two-pizza a night rule, which at least kept them from fucking all night long, or so it seemed.

Regardless, with the end of that first week, Thaddeus was just considering what to do with his weekend. It was funny that he'd told Laura he wasn't a one-woman kind of guy, and then had spent the past week fucking only her and nobody else. Perhaps it was time to change that.

… Or perhaps it was time to get in touch with Emma and see if she'd found a solution to his psychic problem. The longer he went without any defenses against telepaths, the more anxious Thaddeus felt. But was a week really long enough for Emma to come up with an answer for him? More importantly, did he want to push her on this too fast when their relationship was perfectly cordial for the moment?

A Weekend Date

A/N: Thaddeus finds himself on an impromptu date~

-x-X-x-

Contacting Emma and demanding she have a solution within a week was very tempting… but he quickly recognizes that it's coming from a place of pettiness that he really doesn't want to indulge all that much. Sure, Emma hadn't been entirely truthful with him. But she'd been honest about enough stuff that he didn't really regret his decision to go with the Hellfire Club over his other options.

Especially when his other options had wound up following him anyways. Thaddeus was just starting to really realize how valuable he apparently was. Natalie the Government Spy might claim to not be after him personally, but the same couldn't be said for some of the people on his floor. Professor Xavier had sent Kitty and Laura to keep an eye on him, and there was no doubt in his mind that Mystique and her 'roommate' were also there for him and nobody else.

It was a little overwhelming to realize just how badly groups like the X-Men and the Brotherhood wanted a piece of him. If he'd gone with either of them, would he still be dealing with this level of scrutiny from the other, or from Hellfire Club? Perhaps. Perhaps not.

Wondering what could have been would ultimately get Thaddeus nowhere. Wondering what COULD be on the other hand…

Still, until Emma came through for him, Thaddeus did feel more than a little exposed. The only problem was, he didn't know HOW she was going to come through for him. Demanding psychic resistance was one thing. But the way his power worked; he would have to fuck whoever she supplied to him quite a few times in order to develop any real strength in the new ability. Which, to be fair, would be a win-win for whoever it was since their own abilities would be heightened.

All in all, Thaddeus doesn't want to harangue Emma too badly, but he DOES want to make sure she's working on it. Lighting a fire under her ass couldn't be too bad, right? With that thought in his head, he takes out his phone… and shoots off a quick text message to the beautiful blonde psychic instead of placing an actual call.

Hey. Just checking in. First week's gone well. What's the status on what I asked for?

There's a beat and then the phone shows that Emma is typing. Thaddeus doesn't have to wait long, seeing as it's a short answer.

Still working on it.

Honestly? More than fair. And he's not looking to push it any harder than that, so he nods and types back a curt but polite response.

Fair enough. Thank you.

He waits a minute, but when there's no immediate response to that, he tucks his phone away. His and Emma's relationship might be strained right now… but Thaddeus has hope that perhaps something can still be salvaged. And he has to admit, he still very much wants to make sure of Emma and her Hellfire Club's connections and resources, so for the time being at least, he has to play ball.

Even still, this does leave his entire weekend free. And while he COULD spend it with Laura like he's spent the last several days, that feels like… well, it feels a little too same-y. Is that his mutation talking? Maybe. But Thaddeus can't deny that he's itching to get closer to the other girls in his dorm. At the very least, he's itching to figure out the mystery that is the last room on his floor.

Gwen Stacy and Doreen Green. He still doesn't know what to make of them. To be fair, he doesn't quite know what to make of his next door neighbor either. But he can't quite blame Felicia Hardy for avoiding him, not when Laura insists on making noise, even when he tries to make it as quiet as possible. Regardless, he knows everything there is to know about the X-Men and Brotherhood rooms. And while he COULD try and tackle Kitty with Laura's help, that feels like low-hanging fruit.

Likewise, he doesn't necessarily want to make it too easy on the shapeshifter by walking right into whatever trap Mystique might have planned for him. Better to let her continue thinking he has no clue who she is, so that Thaddeus can be prepared to turn the tables on her when she finally makes her move.

But Gwen and Doreen… well, he'd passed up one opportunity to get to know the two girls and while he didn't regret it, he did feel like he needed to divide and conquer, so to speak. Getting to know one away from the other… well, that would halve the load and make it a lot easier to figure out what was going on with them, wouldn't it?

Fortunately, Gwen had a routine that Thaddeus had taken note of pretty early on. Namely, she seemed to go for an evening run every single night. He almost never saw her come back, but that was usually because he was too busy with Laura he figured. And so, standing off to the side in the otherwise empty common room, Thaddeus is waiting when Gwen comes on through wearing her signature sneakers and a form-fitting set of exercise clothes.

"Gwen! Hey!"

Turning to look his way, she doesn't look surprised to see him, giving away the fact that she'd heard him and sensed his presence through enhanced senses long before entering the common room. Still, she does quirk her head to the side and give him a half-smile as he approaches.

"What can I do for you, handsome?"

Giving her one of his signature grins, Thaddeus wags his eyebrows.

"Actually, I was hoping we could discuss what we could do for each other. In other words… wanna hang out?"

The interest in Gwen's eyes is obvious. Her gaze slides up and down his body and she makes no secret of her appreciation of his physical form. However, when her eyes slide back up to his eyes again, they do then dart to the side… towards the exit.

"… I was about to head out…"

She sounds torn between her workout and spending time with him. Which is a little odd because Thaddeus has never had a girl choose working out over being with him before. It's honestly a little bit of a blow to his ego. Then again, maybe his ego needs to take a few hits sometimes. He's certainly been getting a little too big for his britches, hasn't he?

That said, the answer seems obvious, at least to Thaddeus.

"For your evening run, right? Then I'll join you. A little more cardio can't hurt."

To his surprise, Gwen peers at him for a moment.

"You sure? I know that you're on the Football Team. And I've also heard that the Head Coach likes to run them ragged. Shouldn't you be saving your strength?"

Thaddeus just laughs. Sure, the practice was grueling… for any normal person. But he wasn't a normal person. And neither was Gwen. Was he likely giving away his abnormality if he went out with her tonight after what SHOULD have been a week of long, exhausting practices with the team? Maybe, but then shouldn't he already know about his powers if she were here to spy on him?

Either way, he shakes his head with a cheery grin. One might even call it arrogant… but one would be wrong, because arrogance denoted a lack of ability. And if there was one thing Thaddeus very much wasn't lacking in, it was physical ability.

"I'll be fine, Gwen. If I can't keep up with you on a run, then do I even really belong on the Football Team in the first place?"

As expected, that gets to her. Her smile becomes a little sharp and her eyes flash at the challenge inherent in his tone.

"Fine then… but I might hold you to that. Keep up if you can~"

Spinning on her heel, she bolts out of the common room, forcing Thaddeus to jerk forward into motion in order to follow after her. He lets out a laugh as he manages to get right up next to her and match her pace as they leave the dorm behind and get out on the streets of New York City.

They share a look with one another… and then Gwen picks up speed. Thaddeus is quick to match her again of course, finding it all too easy. Sure, maybe if he was a tired normal human being who had just gone through a week of grueling training he'd be beat… but this really is nothing.

Unfortunately, just as their fun is picking up, they reach the busier parts of Manhattan. The main thoroughfares, meaning that they run into not just bumper to bumper car traffic, but also shoulder to shoulder and ass to crotch foot traffic. It puts a serious damper on the run as they suddenly find themselves having to push their way through a bunch of people just trying to get through their days.

Obviously, Thaddeus COULD just bulldoze his way through the crowds, sending people flying and causing untold amounts of injuries. For all he knew, maybe Gwen could do the same. But neither of them WERE going to do that, not when it would not only cause more trouble and draw more attention than it was worth, but it would also hurt a bunch of innocent bystanders.

That did beg the question though… where the hell did Gwen normally go running each night if she went out every night for an evening jog? Just as Thaddeus is trying to wrap his head around this, he finds himself following Gwen into a dirty, empty alley, the blonde coed letting out a sigh of relief once they're out of the press of people.

Hands on her hips, she whirls around to look at him, narrowing her eyes when she finds that he's not even out of breath. Then again… neither is she.

"You keep up pretty well, Thaddeus. I like that in a guy. But… I'm not expecting you to follow me on this next part. Look, you're cute and all… so let's go on a date tomorrow night, yeah? For now… see ya."

And then, much to both his amusement AND bemusement… the blonde does a back flip up onto the fire escape right behind him, and then begins scaling the thing like… like some sort of spider-monkey, right before his eyes. Said eyes go wide as Gwen reaches the top of the squat two story building in no time at all, free climbing her way up onto the roof and then leaning back over the ledge to grin down at him.

"Bye Thaddeus! It was fun!"

"What?! Not even going to give me a chance?!"

The words are out of his mouth before he can think twice about them, but he can't really bring himself to regret them. Especially when he sees the stupefied expression on Gwen's face. See, Thaddeus is beginning to get the impression that Gwen… doesn't actually know he's superhuman. It seems impossible. The sheer coincidence that it would have to be for her to be stuffed into HIS dorm with superpowers but not actually be affiliated with anyone that was after him… well, it seemed ridiculous.

But nothing about her attitude suggested she knew what he could really do. In fact, so far all she'd done was try to get rid of him tonight. That said, at his boastful question, Gwen looks surprised for all of a moment before letting out a laugh.

"Sure! Go ahead, Thad! Just don't hurt yourself, okay?"

She sounds genuinely concerned underneath the teasing tone. More proof that she has no clue who or what he really is. Hurt himself? He was pretty sure he might be able to LEAP up to the top of that building in one bound at this point with the amount of power he'd gained from fucking Laura. But of course, he wasn't about to test it. Not now. Not and risk fucking it up and making a fool of himself.

Instead, he does a much more modest, albeit still impressive jump up to the bottom of the fire escape that Gwen had back flipped up onto. He grabs hold of it, very carefully modulating his strength to avoid ripping the whole metal structure down. It still shakes a little bit under his weight though, even as he carefully lifts himself up.

From there, he ascends the stairs four at a time rather than climbing up the outside of the fire escape like Gwen had, before leaping the rest of the way to the ledge of the rooftop right next to where she was leaning on. Pulling himself up and over, Thaddeus lands on his feet in front of a very surprised Gwendolyn Stacy, grinning at the baffled look on her face.

"You were saying, Gwendolyn?"

Honestly, he was just trying to get her back. A little quid pro quo. Teasing tone? Check. Disliked full name? Check. Only… Gwen HAD warned him, hadn't she? She'd told him point blank that she'd punched the last man who'd called her 'Gwendolyn'.

So really, Thaddeus shouldn't have been surprised when she lashed out seemingly on instinct, purely by some subconscious impulse, and buried her fist in his gut. But he was surprised, for two reasons. Number One, he saw it coming but far too late to stop it, showing just how inhumanly fast Gwen was. Number Two, while she DOES have the good grace to at least pull her punch… he knows how tough he is at this point. It wouldn't be unfair to expect someone to break bones trying to hit him. Or at the very least, tear skin.

But… no. While he does he double over her fist, there's no crunch for either of them.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to…!"

And when she pulls her hand back, her knuckles are perfectly fine as well, despite coming into contact with his VERY tough skin. Slowly straightening back up, Thaddeus looks at Gwen's fist… and then at Gwen herself. And she looks at him, having trailed off as she furrows her brow in surprise and confusion. Sure she'd pulled her punch enough that she wouldn't have killed him if he was a normal man, but it's obvious that she still expected to have incapacitated him or at least sent him to his knees.

Neither of which has actually happened.

"You… you're like me."

Thaddeus blinks at the note of wonder in Gwen's voice. She sounds amazed… but a moment later, that amazement is replaced with suspicion as she takes a step back and crosses her arms over her chest defensively.

"Who are you? Really? What do you want with me?"

He doesn't detect a hint of deceit. Meaning that she really has no idea who he is or what he's truly capable of.

Well. That changed things, didn't it?

Answers

A/N: Thaddeus and Gwen have a chat, which naturally results in Gwen doing her best to stick her tongue down Thad's throat.

-x-X-x-

As Gwen Stacy stands before him, arms crossed over her chest and brow furrowed in suspicion and consternation, Thaddeus is briefly tempted to match her energy. For a moment, he considers crossing his own arms over his own chest and throwing her question right back in her face. Who was she? What did she want from him?

The only problem is… that would be disingenuous. Because Thaddeus isn't the embodiment of the dumb jock stereotype anymore, which means he's smart enough to pick up on context clues. He can literally see that Gwen isn't lying when she questions who he is. She has no idea what he's really capable of. Which means he'd been way off base this entire time when it came to her. He'd thought just because his floor had an X-Men Room and a Brotherhood Room that Gwen and Doreen's room HAD to be some sort of third group running surveillance on him.

But while it was possible that unassuming Doreen was still some sort of spy, brash and independent Gwen definitely wasn't. And that meant Thaddeus was the asshole here, just a little bit.

All of this runs through his head in half a moment, long before Gwen can start to get annoyed at his lack of answer. And with that, Thaddeus makes his decision.

"I'm exactly who I've said I am, Gwen. I'm a football quarterback from a small town who got into ESU on the back of a football scholarship. However… I'm also a mutant."

Gwen's eyes widen slightly at that revelation. And then they furrow again.

"Okay… and? Did you think I would judge you or something?"

Thaddeus lets out a laugh at that, amused by Gwen's reaction. On the one hand, no… he didn't think she would judge him. On the other hand…

"Gwen, I'm a football quarterback from a small town. If they'd found out I was a mutant… it'd be like them finding out I was gay."

Maybe not quite as bad as all that, but discrimination against mutants was still pretty bad, especially in smaller, more insular communities. He sees the realization dawn on Gwen's face, her eyes widening slightly before she scowls a bit. But she's not scowling at him, she's scowling on his behalf, cute as that is.

"… I hadn't thought about it like that."

A beat of silence hangs between them for a moment before Thaddeus clears his throat.

"So… what's your deal, exactly? Are you a mutant too?"

Gwen blinks at that, before flushing as she realizes where they are and how she already revealed herself. Looking around the otherwise empty rooftop for a moment, the blonde huffs before shaking her head.

"Err… no. Spider Bite, actually."

Wait, what? Thaddeus tilts his head in honest confusion, causing Gwen to huff a little as she explains.

"I got bitten by a genetically engineered spider, okay? It may have even been… radioactive. So when it bit me, instead of killing me, it kind of sort of gave me superpowers."

That was… ridiculous. But also kind of not that surprising, given some of the public stories of how some superheroes got their powers. In fact, radiation was a big one. There were the Fantastic Four, who had been exposed to cosmic radiation, and the Hulk, who was exposed to gamma radiation. So… yeah. Radioactive Spider? Kind of made more sense than it should have in their crazy world. And Thaddeus still couldn't detect any hint of deceit from Gwen. Either she was the best liar he'd ever met, or she was telling the truth.

Even still, he can't help the slightly teasing tone his voice takes as he gives Gwen a deadpan stare.

"A spider bite… gave you superpowers."

Gwen flushes and scowls at him, no doubt picking up on the fact that he's messing with her.

"Yes, okay! I've got the whole spider package or whatever! Superhuman everything, plus I can walk on walls if I want to. Look, it could be worse right? At least I wasn't bitten by some Radioactive Squirrel or something!"

That one does actually startle a laugh of disbelief from Thaddeus as he looks at Gwen askance.

"Radioactive Squirrel?!"

The blonde nods her head enthusiastically.

"You haven't heard of her? New York's very own Squirrel Girl? No clue who she is, but I've seen her running around a couple times. She's got the biggest, poofiest squirrel tail that you can imagine, and she can even talk to squirrels, apparently. She's also supposedly gone toe to toe with Dr. Doom after he beat the Fantastic Four one time… but I'm pretty sure that rumor is a load of shit. Still, how do you think she got her powers? I'm betting Radioactive Squirrel."

There's a heartbeat of silence as they both imagine it… and then both start to snicker and ultimately devolve into full-blown chuckles. At the same time though, Thaddeus can't help but make a connection. But… there's no way that Gwen's roommate is this Squirrel Girl chick right? She's just quirky and has a pet squirrel, that's all. Gwen would know if Doreen was a squirrel-themed superheroine. Though that did beg the question…

"You weren't really going for a run tonight, were you Gwen? Because you're actually Spider-Woman."

He might not have heard of Squirrel Girl, but he'd definitely heard of Spider-Woman. And when Gwen goes still on him, he knows he's figured it out. Not to mention, looking at the colors she's wearing… yeah, they match with what he knows of Spider-Woman. Clever of Gwen to basically use a tracksuit as her superheroine outfit, he supposed.

Looking to the side for a moment, Gwen neither confirms nor denies his words as she crosses her arms over her chest again defensively. But then, she has to know that staying silent is as good as confirmation in the end. That said…

"What's your mutation anyways? Are you just super studly or something? The best a human man can be, plus some more on top?"

Thaddeus blinks at the sudden topic change, though he's not really surprised. Then, he grins as he registers exactly what Gwen said. Chuckling, he shakes his head.

"That's not quite it, no. Though I am super studly, aren't I?"

Blushing, Gwen scoffs.

"Full of it too. Still, if that's not it… what is it?"

He considers whether to tell her the truth or not. But in the end… Gwen seems like a good person. And if she is Spider-Woman, than she's both a hero as well as a good secret keeper. He's not about to blurt out his connection to Hellfire or anything like that, but…

"I've got sex powers."

As expected, his delivery of that particular line has the blonde standing across from him doing a spit take. He'd done that on purpose, grinning as he watches her look at him incredulously.

"Come on. What? That's not a thing."

Shrugging, Thaddeus places a hand on his chest.

"It is for me. My mutation is pretty simple. I get more powerful the more sex I have. I mean, I was always this studly, don't get me wrong. But the strength? The durability? The way I was able to just tank your punch like that? It all comes from how much sex I've had. Every time I fuck someone, I get a permanent boost to my 'stats' to borrow a bit of gamer terminology."

He takes it as a good sign that Gwen doesn't look like she's going to run away screaming upon hearing this. In fact, she has a look of interest on her face… one that reminds him of the first time they met, the way she'd studied him while standing in the doorway of her dorm room. Except now, Gwen is studying him with a more knowing eye, having assimilated this new information quite quickly.

"… Huh. So that's why you've been fucking every night the past week, yeah?"

It's Thaddeus turn to blush a little at being so thoroughly called out, though he also manages a roguish grin as he shrugs his shoulders sheepishly.

"Laura is very… enthusiastic, but yes. We're not exclusive or anything like that and she knows it. She's just… the first woman who went for it."

Excusing Natalie the RA who was really Natalie the Government Agent of course, but Thaddeus doesn't see fit to mention that. Gwen hums.

"Laura… two doors down from yours? By that logic, I guess I should expect you to get to my room after you work your way through Kitty, Risty, and Anna Marie?"

Now Gwen is flirting with him. Very clearly flirting with him in fact. But Thaddeus can't help correcting her 'logic', chuckling as his tone takes on a slightly flirtatious quality of its own.

"By that logic I would need to backtrack and collect Felicia Hardy before going any further… and she won't give me the time of day. Also by that logic… I wouldn't be here with you now on this rooftop, Gwen."

Biting her lower lip, the cute superpowered blonde abruptly chooses to close the distance between them, taking quick steps forward until she's right in front of him. Then, she places a hand on his chest, feeling him up. Thaddeus raises an eyebrow at the bold move but lets her do so, even as she worries her lip between her teeth for a few moments, chewing on it.

"Yeah? You hoping to fuck me for some boosts? Is that it, Thaddeus?"

Damn she was horny. But then, he'd pegged her as a horny chick back on day one. He'd also pegged her as superpowered, but he never could have guessed that she was an actual super heroine. That said… he felt like he had to be more honest with her if this was actually going to happen.

"I won't lie to you Gwen… I was certainly angling for it. But there's something else you should know about my mutation."

Gwen blinks at that and gives him a curious look.

"What? Do you mind control the girls you get with or something? Do your pheromones addict us to your presence? Because that might explain why I feel so drawn to you."

Wait, what? Thaddeus shakes his head incredulously.

"No! I mean… god I hope not! But no, I'm pretty sure that can't be it… if it was, I would have a lot of very addicted, very obsessed fangirls from back in my home town calling or maybe even following me to New York."

He'd had sex multiple times with almost every girl worth fucking back in the small town where he'd been born. And while they'd all loved coming back for more, none had seemed addicted to it, thankfully. And none had come after him yet here either, so he didn't think he'd mind controlled anyone. That said…

"However, that's not to say my mutation won't make you want to fuck me more. Because… I don't just get boosts from enhanced women. I get lesser versions of their abilities… and THEY get boosts to their powers too. Presumably permanent. So basically, the more we fuck, the more I'll get your… everything and the stronger you'll become in turn."

The more he'd talked, the stiller Gwen had become. Her eyes are wide as saucers as she looks up at him and her mouth is wide open.

"That's… a little bit more than sex powers, Thaddeus. A lot more, actually."

Raising an eyebrow, Thaddeus shrugs.

"Which is why I told you before anything could happen, seeing as it's clear you want to jump my 'super studly' body right here, right now."

Gwen blushes and pulls her hand back, as if just realizing how fast and hard she was coming onto him there. The blonde superheroine looks off to the side, out at all of the lights that are coming on as night falls.

"… Yeah. I appreciate the full disclosure."

Well, it's not technically full disclosure. There's still a lot that Thaddeus isn't telling Gwen. But to be fair, he's sure there's plenty she's not telling him as well. Like, obviously he's already deduced that she's Spider-Woman, but he's sure she has plenty of other secrets she's keeping. And that's perfectly okay. They both barely know each other. It would be unreasonable to demand their whole life stories of one another right here and right now.

Letting out a sigh, Gwen throws him a rueful grin and yet another look up and down his figure.

"Mm… I really shouldn't. Not because of the details… so long as there's plenty of give and take, I don't mind if you get stronger off of me. Sounds like I'd get stronger too. But… I should be out there. Patrolling. You're right, I wasn't just going for a run."

Thaddeus inclines his head at the tacit admission of her secret identity.

"Someone waiting for you then? Don't let me keep you."

Sure, he could push for her to take the night off and fuck him instead of protecting the city, but Thaddeus wasn't inclined to do that. He could tell already that Gwen wanted him, so really it was only a matter of time. Better to wait for a moment when she was free then try and force the issue here and now and have her resent him. No, she could go do her heroing and they would reconnect later and-

"Ah to hell with it."

Thaddeus' eyes widen as Gwen suddenly lunges forward and wraps her arms around his neck, going up on her tip toes in order to slam her lips into his lips. His hands immediately go to her hips to anchor her in place, even as they begin to kiss quite heatedly. There's nothing chaste about it either, their tongues are immediately in play with Gwen getting pretty wild right off the bat and Thaddeus having to do everything in his power to keep up.

When they finally pull apart for air, there's a strand of saliva connecting their tongues to showcase just how intense it got, even as Gwen stares at Thaddeus with lidded eyes.

"Nah. Nobody waiting for me except the scum of this city. And I'll be honest… I'd much rather take the night off and spend it with you then with them, Mister Cummings."

Thaddeus winces at that. How had she…? Gwen laughs at the look on his face.

"What? Didn't think I'd look into you at all after our first meeting? Consider that payback for calling me Gwendolyn earlier. Now… fuck me already, you sexy fucking bastard."

Well, if Thaddeus was waiting for a clear signal, that was about as clear as it fucking got, wasn't it? That said… did he really want to fuck her up here on this rooftop? Or would it be better to try and get them back to his dorm room? Or perhaps a nearby hotel instead, to let the rest of the dorm have a 'night off' from the noise?

He needed to decide soon. Gwen was looking particularly ravenous and giving off the impression that she would decide for him if he didn't get a move on.

Back 'Home'

A/N: Thad has a very good reason for wanting to do this back at the dorm~

-x-X-x-

"Not here."

Gwen's eyebrows lift as Thaddeus looks around them at the frankly filthy rooftop.

"Oh, so you're a snob~"

Looking back at her with a somewhat incredulous expression on his face, he scoffs.

"I think there's gotta be a difference between being a snob and having basic cleanliness requirements before I get down with someone, Gwen."

Giggling, Gwen shrugs as she continues to wrap her arms around her neck, hugging him as he holds her by the hips.

"Alright then. If not here… then where?"

For a moment, he really does consider a hotel. He has the money for it after all, and it would be the nice thing to do, all things considered. But…

"Let's head back to my place."

Gwen snorts in amusement at that.

"And by your place, you mean your dorm room, Thaddeus?"

When he nods, she just grins wickedly.

"Want to parade me around like a trophy, do you? Want to make sure the other girls know you're staking your claim in me, huh? You're such a pervert~"

Her tone isn't entirely judgmental. It's more teasing than anything else, honestly. But Thaddeus can't help but feel a little defensive. Especially since he actually has a really good reason for wanting to go back to his dorm rather than some hotel room! Namely… he doesn't want to have to pay for the damage to the hotel room.

"Actually, I got a new bed frame this week. One rated for our sort of… play. Figured that was better than destroying some poor hotel's bed. Or fucking on a dirty rooftop."

That gets Gwen's interest. She even has the good grace to look a little chagrined as they start to pull apart so they can descend from the rooftop and make their way back to their dorm. Nodding slowly, she lets out a sigh.

"That sounds great actually… to not have to worry about holding back my strength. Sorry for doubting you, Thad."

Unable to help himself, he throws Gwen a wicked grin and an exaggerated leer that makes her miss a step.

"The other stuff is true too, of course. Gotta stake my claim and show off my latest conquest, right?"

Gwen stumbles at that, before shooting him a look. After a moment, they both laugh and then head back down the fire escape, making their way through the press of bodies back towards the dorm.

-x-X-x-

As soon as they're in his room, Thaddeus grabs ahold of Gwen. To be fair, he kind of has to because as soon as they're in his room, Gwen swings around and LEAPS into his arms. If he hadn't reacted swiftly, she definitely would have taken him to the ground… which considering his back was to his door, would probably have taken the door off of its hinges as well.

He doesn't think she thought that through, but luckily he's able to set himself in place and catch her as she lands in his arms, wrapping her long limbs around his body. Her lips smash into his lips and she kisses him like she's starving as he grunts and holds her aloft. After a moment, Thaddeus juggles Gwen about so he's holding her ass by one large hand, while the other reaches behind him, fumbling for the lock on his door for a moment before finally getting the damn thing turned.

After making sure no one could just walk in on them, Thaddeus proceeds to walk Gwen over to the bed and drop her down. Of course, with her clinging to him like a spider monkey, he winds up having to go with her. They wind up both on the bed, still fully clothed, making out and dry humping one another to the point where it very much stops being dry.

Finally pulling apart for air, Thaddeus gives Gwen a grin.

"I'm pretty sure we're still way too overdressed for this."

Gwen gives him a befuddled look.

"Huh? Aren't we having sex?"

Safe to say, when he realizes a moment later that she's fucking him, Thaddeus feels incredibly embarrassed to have been taken in by the blonde for even a second. Gwen's lips curl into a wicked grin, and Thaddeus growls as he pulls back in order to start pulling his shirt off over his head.

The next few minutes are a scramble as they both strip naked as fast as humanly possible. For Thaddeus, getting his throbbing erection out of his increasingly tight boxers feels so good he has to hold back from cumming on the spot. For Gwen, her athletic and gorgeously toned body is soon on display before him, the blonde arching her back as he looks down at her appreciatively.

"Like what you see, Thad? Because I know I like what I see~"

Her hands wrap around his cock then, and she guides him to her entrance.

"Oh yeah… come to mama…"

Thaddeus just snorts in amusement… before driving into Gwen the moment she lines him up. The superpowered blonde squeaks as he's able to pull right out of her grasp, showing off some of his own enhanced strength. Planting his hands on either side of her head, he drills more than half of his length into her sopping wet cunt at once, even as her pussy walls clench down HARD upon his dick.

He thinks she might actually be stronger than Laura… or at least, she was before he and Laura got started in on one another. Now? With the… improvements that their marathon sex had provided each other? It's entirely possible that Laura overpowers Gwen. As for Thaddeus himself… well, he didn't need to worry about whether he was physically stronger than the blonde right now. She was all his either way.

Moaning beneath him, Gwen's hands slide across his pecs as she eagerly spreads her legs for him. Thaddeus quickly sets a fast pace, pounding in and out of her squeezing cunt. Her legs come up on either side of his waist, her thighs partially clamping down, but mostly she just lets him have his way with her… while at the same time getting louder and louder.

"Fuuuck yess… harder! Don't stop, Thad! Give it to me, big boy!"

He can tell that her voice is at least partially exaggerated. Mostly because looking down into her big blue eyes, he can see that she's definitely trying to give the rest of the dorm a show. You know, it's funny. All that talk about her being a trophy. About him staking his claim. It was actually the other way around, wasn't it? Maybe some of the girls in the dorm had their eye on Gwen and would be upset to hear her shacking up with Thaddeus, but more likely, a lot of the girls would hear them… and be more irritated that Gwen was getting something they weren't.

That wasn't just Thaddeus' ego talking either. He might have been a little embarrassed after that first night with Laura and the walk of shame into the common room, but in the week since he'd had more chances to observe his dormmates… and more chances to see them 'observing' him as well. More than he would have thought are perfectly okay with him being in the so-called 'all female' dorm. And not just okay with it, they're all showing signs of interest whenever he's around.

As Gwen lifts her voice, crying out loudly at the top of her lungs, Thaddeus snorts in amusement and decides to give her something to REALLY squeal over. Pulling back, he thrusts in even harder than before… and proceeds to pound the entirety of his length into Gwen's cunt for the first time. He slams up against the entrance to her womb as a result, making the blonde gasp and tighten up around him even further.

Clinging to him for dear life, Gwen's beautiful baby blues threaten to roll up in her head as the newly installed, reinforced bed rocks under their efforts. It's not long before she's had not one, not two, but three orgasms from his big fat cock. Meanwhile every stroke into her cunt, every thrust into her depths makes the bed jolt and shake. But it should be fine. They shouldn't be able to destroy this one. It's made of heavy duty materials after all.

So Thaddeus doesn't hold back. He fucks Gwen hard and fast, until finally, he's getting close. Of course, he IS a gentleman. So he warns her and gives her a chance to supply some… input of her own.

"Gwen, I'm getting close…"

Eyes focusing on him as those words permeate the haze of pleasure that's clearly fallen over her thoughts, Gwen grunts.

"What're… the requirements… for a boost? If it needs to be inside, g-give it to me… I wanna feel it…"

Shaking his head, Thaddeus slows down a bit so he doesn't cum too soon.

"It doesn't need to be inside, in my experience. I could cum all over your face and my power would count that as 'good enough'."

Gwen seems to consider that for a moment… before locking her legs together around his waist, pulling him in and refusing to let go.

"I-Inside… anyways… n-no need to risk it."

Normally he'd argue that there was no risk. After all, he had REAMS of empirical evidence that he was working off here. But he could hear in Gwen's voice that that was just an excuse. She wanted it. She wanted a thick, sticky creampie. And who was he to deny her that? He certainly hadn't denied Laura.

Grunting, he nods and picks back up the pace until a few moments later, he thrusts forward one final time and fills Gwen with his seed. The blonde squeals and shudders, her head tossing back as she cums right along with him. There's a brief pause, and then Thaddeus feels it. Gwen must be feeling it too, because she tenses up under him as they both experience the power boost, for lack of a better description.

On Thaddeus' end, he gets this strange tingling sensation in the back of his mind. So feather-light it might as well not even be there. He also gets this feeling that he's a little stronger, a little tougher, and a little faster. On Gwen's end… well, he has no idea. But one thing's for sure… she has no regrets. Because the moment she recovers from both the orgasm and the boost, she's looking up at him again hungrily, her eyes lit up with renewed energy. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she was never in danger of running out of energy in the first place. Not from just one fuck.

"That was… fun."

Thaddeus grins and tilts his head to the side.

"Yeah? Just fun? Well, I guess now that we've had our fun we're done, right?"

Of course, when he makes an attempt at pulling back a moment later, Gwen's thighs clamp down harder and her legs remain tightly locked behind his back, holding him in place. He could have broken free… probably. He still didn't know how his own super strength matched against Gwen's, necessarily. But he doesn't even try, instead watching her in amusement as she blushes a bit.

"Did I say that? I hope you're not done after just one go, Thad. And judging by how good your rock hard cock still feels inside of me, I'd say you aren't. Rather… given how many times you and Laura went at it; I would feel cheated if we didn't go just as many."

Thaddeus raises an eyebrow at that. He and Laura had gone as many times as they did mostly because Laura's mutation was cellular regeneration. Meaning that she didn't tend to GET tired. And then he'd come along and gotten her powers while also augmenting her powers. And now they both very rarely got tired. In fact, 'sleep was for the weak' had never been truer.

In comparison… Gwen was strong and had some accelerated healing of her own from what Thaddeus knew, but she still needed to sleep he was pretty sure. Meaning the likelihood of her managing to match or even surpass Laura's record was… probably pretty low. Unless she got just enough from the finishing boosts to keep going for longer and longer.

Of course, Thaddeus doesn't actually SAY any of that. Looking down at Gwen as she stares back up at him hungrily, he just chuckles and shrugs.

"You wanna go all night long, sweetheart? We can go all night long."

Gwen's eyes light up at that, and before Thaddeus can react, she suddenly has him on his back, still impaled on his cock. Surprised by the sudden reversal, he nevertheless reaches out and grabs her hips as she begins to bounce on his cock. Hm, it seemed they'd figured out who was stronger… for now. Time would tell if Gwen STAYED stronger than him though…

For the time being, Thaddeus matches Gwen's thrusts from below… and promises himself he's going to give her a night she'll never forget.

-x-X-x-

In the end, Gwen does her best… but she can't quite keep up. Oh, she's certainly got the strength and speed to go all night long. The durability as well to take everything he can possibly dish out. However, where Gwen starts to flag is her stamina. She's certainly got a lot of energy, but not as much as Laura or Thaddeus. Ultimately, multiple earth-shattering orgasms, constant fucking, and a slowly but surely overwhelmed mind prove to be Gwen's undoing.

She still manages to last most of the night, but by the time morning comes and the sun is shining through Thaddeus' blinds, only one of them is still conscious and not for lack of trying on Gwen's part. She'd really done her best… and was an absolute mess and sticky all over to prove it. Still, Thaddeus is the one awake and staring up at the ceiling, while Gwen is laid out face down next to him, snoring away rather adorably.

He's pulled up the blanket to give her some modesty and is just sort of… relaxing now. After spending all night with her, he feels amazing truth be told. But he does find himself wondering where it ends. Will he just keep getting stronger and stronger until he outgrows literally everyone in his life? Perhaps not if he keeps fucking the same women, right? Then they'll grow with him…

But is there a cap? A limit? Is there-

Before Thaddeus can think on it further, he stiffens, hearing someone coming down the hallway towards his room. His eyes narrow as a faint tingling in the back of his head starts up just as they stop right outside of his door. He's not sure what that's about, only that it seems to be new… as in, Gwen gave it to him. He'd have to ask her what the 'tingle' meant when she was conscious again. For now though, he just stares at his door, the person on the other side hesitating for a moment.

A Peeping Kitty

A/N: All I'll say about this chapter is... muwaha. Muwahahaha.

-x-X-x-

As focused as he is on the person outside his door, Thaddeus actually realizes that he's listening to their heartbeat as it begins to pick up in pace for a moment. His hearing has apparently grown so advanced that as long as he's paying attention, he can even catch things like that.

The heartbeat rises in pace even further… as a familiar face suddenly pushes its way through the door itself. Eyes flutter open as Kitty Pryde quite literally pokes her head in, the girl peeking through his door like it was open and unlocked. It's not either of those things of course, but Kitty's mutation doesn't really care, now does it?

Her eyes flicker around the room for maybe half a moment before focusing on what she'd poked in for… the bed. Of course, while Thaddeus pulled the blanket up over Gwen to give her some modesty and warmth, he had NOT done the same for himself. Which means that, due to how vision works, one of the first things Kitty's eyes alight upon on the bed… are his long legs and thick, veiny, but currently soft cock.

Laid out along one of his thighs, Thaddeus' massive dick draws the young mutant woman's eye like a moth to the flame. Her breath hitches as she stares at it, growing redder and redder in the process. Thaddeus just watches her in amusement, wondering how long it's going to take her to realize… ah, not long at all.

Almost as an afterthought, Kitty's eyes flicker up to meet his face, most likely to check that he's still sleeping. Clearly, she expects him to be because she doesn't waste even a moment directing her gaze back down onto his dick after checking. Which is what makes her double take all the more comical as she snaps her eyes back to his completely awake, lightly smirking face a moment later.

Squeaking, Kitty immediately pulls back through the door. Thaddeus raises an eyebrow, still able to hear her rapid heartbeat on the other side as she stands there for a moment. The tingling in the back of his head also hasn't gone away… if anything, it's gotten stronger while Kitty was staring at his cock.

He would have expected her to run away after being caught out like that, but to his surprised amusement, after a few seconds pass, Kitty comes back on through. This time, the young woman steps all the way through his door, no respect for its locked state. She can't even be bothered to knock! How rude! That said, she has this mulish expression on her face… and her eyes are fixated not on Thaddeus or his cock now, but on the lovely blonde passed out in the bed next to him.

Hissing out the words in a whisper-yell of sorts, Kitty jabs a finger at Gwen.

"Who the fuck is that, Thaddeus?!"

Blinking, Thaddeus stares at her in bewilderment. She's acting like a scorned girlfriend, as though he were cheating on her or something. But besides watching him and Laura fuck all night long, Kitty had never done anything with him. Not sexually and certainly not romantically. Wait… Laura. Ah, now he's starting to get it.

Grinning a little, Thaddeus shrugs.

"That's Gwen Stacey. From down the hall."

At his nonchalant answer, Kitty only grows more incensed. Her arms crossed over her chest now, she taps a foot as she glares at him. She thinks she's defending her friend; Thaddeus has realized by this point. Which is why the next words out of her mouth don't surprise him in the slightest.

"Does Laura know about this?"

Raising his second eyebrow to join the first, Thaddeus grins unrepentantly.

"About Gwen specifically? Not yet. But does she know we're not exclusive and that I plan to fuck other girls? Oh yeah. She knows."

That brings Kitty up short. She silently mouths the words 'not exclusive' to herself before growing all the more incredulous and actually saying them out loud.

"Not exclusive?! How can you be 'not exclusive'?! You've been fucking like rabbits all week long, damn it!"

Her voice is still a whisper-shout, but it's getting louder so Thaddeus takes perverse pleasure in bringing his finger to his lips and shushing the flustered mutant. Kitty huffs loudly, but also looks a little embarrassed, even glancing guiltily towards Gwen. Of course, the blonde is still out like a log. Gwen might be superhuman and with enhanced senses to boot, but she's not going to wake up any time soon. Or at least, he doesn't think so. Maybe in another hour or so, who can say? But right now? She's out like a light.

"Of course we have, Kitty. Laura is one of the only people in this dorm who can truly keep up with me."

Kitty blushes harder at that and gets this faraway look in her eye. Thaddeus just knows she's remembering her peeping from that first night. His grin widens as she finally tears herself out of the memory and shakes her head violently to try to dispel it from her head. He can tell she succeeds, because she suddenly blanches and seemingly realizes something else.

"You… you knew. You know, I mean. You weren't surprised by the use of my powers in the slightest! You know who Laura and I are! Did Laura tell you?!"

Technically, yes. But Thaddeus wasn't about to blame Laura like that. Especially when the truth was…

"She didn't have to. You told me, Kitty."

The brunette mutant squawks at that, shaking her head vehemently.

"N-No I didn't!"

"Oh but you did. That very first time we met, when you closed the door in my face. You were pretty loud while you were berating Laura afterwards. Mentioned how she was 'blowing your cover' and how 'The Professor gave you a mission'. I mean, Professor Charles Xavier spoke to me directly about his school over six months ago, Kitty. I don't have to be a genius to put two and two together… though at this point, I might be one anyways."

He shrugs and adopts a self-deprecating grin at that last part. He doesn't know how smart he is now. But learning has never been easier for him, that much is true. And… he's liable to only keep getting smarter, isn't he? But genius is not wisdom. He could be the smartest man alive and still make mistakes. That said, he didn't think pointing out Kitty's own mistakes was one of them. After all, better that the girl blame herself over Laura.

And indeed, Kitty has blanched again at hearing his explanation. He can see her thinking back to that day, pondering whether she was really that loud or not. Truthfully, she wasn't so loud that he didn't have to eavesdrop purposefully. But he's not about to tell her that, heh.

Finally, Kitty's shoulders slump and she groans as she rubs a hand over her face.

"Fuuuuck… the Professor is going to kill me."

For a moment, he considers leaving it at that. Telling Kitty to get out of his room, leaving her to stew in her failure. But the chance that she might actually contact Professor X about how badly she'd screwed up is too high by his estimation. No… better to try and subvert her, just like he'd sort of subverted Laura. With a grunt, Thaddeus catches her attention.

"I don't see why. You and Laura are doing your job just fine. After all, it's not like you're here to hurt me, right?"

"What?! No!"

"That's right. You're here to keep an eye on me. To make sure no one's taking advantage of me. And so far… you've done just fine."

Kitty looks like she wants to believe him, as though she yearns for it. But also, her eyes flicker over to Gwen's passed out form and she bites her lower lip. Snorting, Thaddeus rolls his eyes and laughs.

"I assure you, if anyone in this bed took advantage of anyone else, it was me. And if you need evidence… well, only one of us is still conscious right now."

That gets a blush from Kitty and her eyes dart down to his cock again before she hastily looks away, expression enflamed. Funnily enough, that tingle in the back of his head HAD been going away as he and Kitty had conversed. However, the moment that she glanced to his dick again, it came back. What did it mean? Was it some sort of sixth sense? A… sex-th sense if you will?

Okay, even in Thaddeus' head, that joke was really, really bad. Thank fucking God no one would ever have to hear it.

Regardless…

"Conscious… and still very much capable of going another round if only I had an equally conscious and willing partner."

Staring at his cock now, Kitty Pryde wavers for only a moment… and then takes a step forward.

"I… suppose that if I'm going to be watching you… I could s-stand to do so from a little closer…"

Thaddeus snorts at that but doesn't say a word. No reason to when she's doing such a great job of convincing herself. Of course, he's a little surprised when Kitty takes another step… and her clothing falls into a heap right behind her, leaving the cute bubbly brunette completely and totally naked. His eyebrows lift a little higher at that display of her power. He hadn't known she could do that.

Now wearing nothing but her birthday suit, Kitty all but scrambles forward. Whether it's out of embarrassment and not wanting to second guess herself, or because she's afraid he'll rescind the offer… it doesn't really matter, does it? Her hand latches around his cock a moment after she climbs up onto the bed, and she strokes it evenly as she bites her lower lip and stares down at his engorging member.

Thaddeus watches her with a broad smile… right up until she glances at him, sees that smile, and flushes in embarrassment. That alone wouldn't make him drop his smile, but her next words, said in a tentative yet teasing tone, definitely do.

"I suppose I know why they call you Thundercock now, don't I?"

Immediately, Thaddeus groans and palms his face with his hand. It's not the pleasured kind of groan either, but a groan of sheer embarrassment and disappointment.

"… No one calls me that. Please don't spread it around."

Kitty proves what a monster she is by giggling at his despairing tone, even as she takes his now erect member and climbs aboard. Fitting him inside of herself, the bubbly brunette sinks down his cock with a truly wanton moan, shuddering as he fills her up in what must be an intensely satisfying fashion judging by her expression. At the same time, she offers him an insincere apology.

"Sorry. Couldn't resist."

Thaddeus snorts in derisive amusement. Of course she couldn't. Which was precisely why he avoided his full name getting out as much as possible. Honestly, that his God-fearing Christian parents had named him what they named him… he wasn't completely convinced they hadn't been insanely high when they did it, even if they both swore up and down they'd never touched drugs. Thaddeus didn't believe them.

Because seriously. It was one thing to be stuck with a last name like Cummings. That was their family's name, and as juvenile as the word was, it had been their family name for centuries. And Chad… Chad was a fine enough name, Thaddeus had to admit. He'd certainly been the epitome of a 'Chad' before his powers had come in. All of the positives and all of the negatives associated with that name had applied to him.

But then his parents had gone ahead and saddled him with two middle names. One was good enough that he had chosen to go by it instead of his first name. The other… the other was worse than both Chad and Cummings combined! Seriously?! Who the fuck gave their newborn kid a middle name like Thundercock?!

Thaddeus didn't care that it was apparently a homage to a World War II General that his father had always idolized. If they'd really wanted to honor that man, they would have just made his middle names Thaddeus Thunderbolt. No, instead he got stuck with Thundercock.

Drugs had to be involved. Thaddeus refused to believe otherwise. Not just with his parents either, but the hospital staff that day must have been smoking something as well. And also the government officials who signed off on such a crass middle name being entered into public record. It was just… ridiculous. From top to bottom.

… But he shouldn't be thinking about that all right now. Not that it was truly stopping him from fucking Kitty Pryde, of course. Splitting his focus this much? It was child's play by this point. Even as all of that had been running through his head, he'd already grabbed Kitty by the hips and begin thrusting up into her from below, moderating his strength and speed so he didn't hurt the mutant girl.

Though, that didn't mean he was being gentle, necessarily. Rather, Kitty had earned a little bit of roughness between her peeping and her teasing. So Thaddeus gives it to her, bouncing her on his cock at a pace that has the bubbly brunette yelping and squeaking as her sopping pussy walls clench down around his cock.

"Oh god! Oh fuck! You… nnngh!"

Grinning up at her, Thaddeus' eyes twinkle with mischief. That tingle in the back of his mind has gone away now that she's actually impaled on his dick. Sex accomplished, he supposed. Though… not quite yet.

"I what? Should I go faster? As you wish~"

"Oh fucking h-hell!"

Kitty doesn't ask him not to, even as Thaddeus speeds up some more, so he goes ahead and maintains that new pace even as she tosses her head backwards, her eyes rolling up and her mouth wide open. Her loud moans fill the room, even as he fills her cunt over and over and over again. So focused on his task, Thaddeus almost doesn't notice when the tingle DOES start up again… and he doesn't really understand what it means until a hand that doesn't belong to him OR Kitty suddenly brushes against his chest.

"Mm… started again without me, stud? How rude~"

Blinking, he looks over to see Gwen grinning at him tiredly but also in abject arousal, her gaze undeniably horny as she bites her lower lip, looking down at where he and Kitty are joined. She's clearly imagining herself in Kitty's place… or maybe just enjoying the view. She could be bisexual, Thaddeus doesn't know. After all, she's certainly not complaining too strongly about what she woke up to.

And if he's right about the 'tingle' power she gave him being some sort of sex-th sense, then it stands to reason that Gwen is currently very aroused by what she's seeing indeed.

Squeaking when she realizes Gwen is awake, Kitty goes bright red for a second… before leaning forward, her lips parted in a pant.

"J-Just… just getting him warmed up for you~"

A blatant lie of course, but not one Gwen was about to call the other coed out on. Thaddeus, meanwhile, just grins. This day can really only get better, he's pretty sure.

… Which of course is when his phone rings from over on the side table. And it doesn't just ring, it rings with a unique ringtone that he'd assigned to one particular person. As his, Gwen, and Kitty's eyes all turn towards the phone, Thaddeus lets out another groan that has nothing to do with how good Kitty feels wrapped around his cock right now.

Emma Frost was calling. And now he had to decide between doing the smart thing and picking up the phone at the expense of an impending threesome… or leaving Emma to go to voicemail while he engaged in further sexy times at the possible expense of his working relationship with the woman paying all his bills.

Emma Frost

A/N: The hardest choices require the strongest of wills...

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A threesome with Gwen and Kitty versus taking a phone call from Emma Frost. Truly, Thaddeus was living the hardest of lives. For a long moment, he considers just blowing Emma off and putting his phone on silent. He could probably even get away with it too if he explained it to her in the right terms after the fact.

He just had to couch it properly. After all, his powers were the reason that the Hellfire Club had decided to recruit him in the first place, right? So it was perfectly reasonable for him to use strengthening those powers as an excuse, he felt. Probably. But… no. As tempting as Kitty and Gwen both are in this moment, it doesn't matter. He has to be… responsible.

"I'm sorry girls, but I really have to take this."

Before Kitty can do much beyond squawk indignantly, Thaddeus has already grabbed her by her hips and pulled her off of his cock. She doesn't even get the chance to use her powers before he's depositing her between him and Gwen and then sitting up. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he grabs the phone off of the side table and presses the Answer Button as he brings it to his ear.

"There's a car outside for you. Get in it."

Click.

Thaddeus blinks at the short call, even as Emma ends it without giving him a chance to respond. On the one hand… wow, rude much? On the other hand, he supposed it made sense. This room wasn't exactly secure after all. Thaddeus winces as he recalls the conversation he'd had with Laura a week ago. Tch, he hadn't said anything TOO bad he supposed. Except for that part about not wanting Hellfire to let him go and intending to ride the gravy train all the way to the station if possible.

But… that shouldn't be anything too groundbreaking to Natalie and whatever government organization she represented. No, rather, it was more likely that the information about Laura and Kitty had been of more relevancy to the red head. He feels bad for exposing the two of them, though he's pretty sure Natalie and her superiors already knew about the X-Men as a whole.

Regardless, fantasies of engaging in a threesome with Kitty and Gwen WHILE taking the phone call with Emma die the quickest death imaginable as he pulls the phone away from his ear and gives the two women he's left behind on the bed his most apologetic smile.

"My sincerest apologies, ladies… but it looks like I'm needed elsewhere."

He expects incredulity and indignation from the two young women. After all, he's a healthy, red-blooded American Man passing up a chance at a threesome with a gorgeous and athletic blonde and a cute, mousy brunette. A cute, mousy brunette he hadn't even gotten to finish fucking. More than that, he's got literal super powers that encourage him to have as much sex as he can get his hands on.

It is not lost on Thaddeus how crazy this must look from the outside in. But… to his surprise, any incredulity and indignation is muted. Gwen looks more confused and concerned than anything, while Kitty has an expression of realization on her face. Both respond at the same time, partially talking over each other.

"Who even was that on the phone just now, Thaddeus?"

"You know you don't have to jump to her beck and call, right Thaddeus?"

Right. Gwen's enhanced hearing meant she'd heard every word Emma said and thus knew he was being summoned by another woman. And Kitty could put two and two together and get four easily enough. Wincing, Thaddeus throws Kitty a warning look, not really wanting the other mutant to spill the beans about the Hellfire Club.

It wouldn't be safe for Gwen to know that much this fast. To her credit, Kitty only hesitates for a second before nodding… but that nod isn't lost on Gwen, meaning he has to come up with some sort of answer for the blonde. In the end, a partial truth was probably best.

"That… was my benefactor. The one who got me into ESU… and the one who set me up in this dorm."

Gwen's eyes widen at that, and then she lets out a small laugh as she shakes her head with a grin.

"So… not an accident then?"

"No… more of a surprise gift."

She snorts derisively at that… and then gets serious again, leaning forward as she peers at Thaddeus carefully.

"Is she dangerous? Thaddeus, if you-!"

Raising a hand to forestall any more talk of that kind, Thaddeus shakes his head.

"She's not dangerous to me and that's all I can really say. But… I do owe her a lot. So I'm going to go see her and find out what she needs."

More than likely, this was actually about what HE needed, not what Emma needed. It had only been a week since they'd agreed she would go about finding him a way to resist psychic probes going forward. That said, given how he'd spoken to her last, Emma might have felt… compelled to go hunting for an answer faster than normal. Certainly, Thaddeus didn't think she would call him to her side without some sort of answer. That would only serve to further damage the trust between them.

Neither Gwen nor Kitty look happy about it now. Gwen because she didn't like what little she'd heard of how his 'mysterious benefactor' talked to him and Kitty because she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that that was his handler from the Hellfire Club. And seeing how Kitty's whole purpose for being here in the first place was to try and keep the Hellfire Club from sinking their claws further into Thaddeus, she probably took this as a personal failing.

Meanwhile, Thaddeus was more annoyed that he and Kitty hadn't got to finish than anything else. Yes, it sucked to lose out on a threesome with the two beautiful girls, but it sucked even more to lose out on the power gain that would have come from him and Kitty getting to completion. Needless to say, even as Thaddeus begins getting dressed and Gwen and Kitty do the same before saying their goodbyes and leaving his dorm room, he's feeling a serious case of blue balls.

Well, at least that won't last for long, right? Whoever Emma has gotten for him… the only way for Thaddeus to gain a resistance to psychics is to fuck someone already resistant to psychics. With that lifeline in mind, he heads out to the nondescript black car that Emma has sent to pick him up.

Unfortunately, there's no one, not even Emma herself, waiting for him in the back seat. That's disappointing, but as soon as he's in the car, Emma sends him a text that just says 'See you soon' so he puts on his seatbelt and settles in to wait.

The following twenty minute drive starts out being quite the boring pain in his backed up balls, but then it gets more interesting when the driver suddenly takes a sharp turn, causing Thaddeus to have to brace himself on the inside of the plush backseat. Wide-eyed, he finds himself being driven in a rather… unorthodox fashion from that point on.

At some point, he's pretty sure he figures out what's going on… they'd had a tail, and the driver had been trying to lose it. Succeeded too from the look of things, because the car ride terminates in an underground parking garage and Thaddeus finds himself stepping out and right up to an elevator just two steps away that dings open for him. Another text from Emma tells him to get in, so he does… and with that, he finds himself on an ascent. Climbing and climbing, the elevator passes through a couple of basement levels before making its way into normal floor numbers. And then it keeps going and going.

There's no control panel. No rows of buttons to let Thaddeus know how many floors this building has. But he finds out in the end all the same, because the elevator doesn't stop until it opens up on the hundredth floor… and Thaddeus finds himself stepping out into a penthouse suite with quite the view of New York City's skyline.

It's honestly enough to take his breath away for a second. They must be in some sort of hotel, he figures. In the best room in the entire hotel, at that. Emma certainly doesn't skimp or cut corners, that's for sure. Of course, whoever she'd got for him is almost certainly somewhere around here. God, that might be awkward depending on what they've been told.

With only Emma's last text of 'head for the bedroom' to go off of, Thaddeus makes his way down the hall to where he imagines the bedrooms of this suite are located. He heads straight for the door at the end of the hall, imagining that would be the master bedroom. Then… gathering himself, he grabs the door knob, turns it, and steps inside.

Only to immediately freeze up at who he sees waiting for him there. It's Emma Frost herself… but not as he'd ever previously seen her. Instead, while the beautiful blonde bombshell is still clad in her signature snow-white, it's all lingerie. A corset that pushes up her breasts, a garter belt connected to a pair of thigh high stockings, white panties hidden behind crossed legs… the whole nine yards.

She sits there on the edge of the bed with one leg over the other and her hands out on either side of her. For a moment, Thaddeus drinks in her appearance. Then… he gets annoyed. This wasn't their deal. Where was his psychic resistance? For all he knew, she could be reading his mind right now. Sliding his gaze up off of her admittedly fantastic body, Thaddeus is prepared to be angry. He's prepared to be filled with righteous fury.

… He's not prepared to see a look of consternation and anger on Emma's beautiful face though. That's startling.

"What exactly have you done to yourself?"

Blinking, Thaddeus tilts his head to the side… and decides it's probably some ploy to get him off-balance. He's not going to let that work.

"Why are you here, exactly? I thought we agreed we were going to get me some resistance to telepathy before we continued working together. I only came here because I trusted you to play by the one single rule we agreed on, Ms. Frost."

Stiffening at that, Emma uncrosses her legs and rises from the bed, her nostrils flaring as she glares him down.

"Don't give me that. I know what we agreed to, Mr. Cummings. In the end, I had very little in the way of viable options… so I decided I would handle this myself. After all, the best defense is a good offense."

Thaddeus' eyes widen as he picks up on her meaning. She was planning on having him fuck her, wasn't she? That would give him telepathy and the more they fucked, the more powerful a psychic he would become. Her too though, to be fair. Still, she wasn't wrong. Psychic resistance had to come with BEING a psychic, didn't it?

"But that's a moot point now, isn't it? Because you went and fucked your way to a protected mind at some point in the last week and didn't bother to tell me. Trust is a two way street, Thaddeus. And you've just broken mine."

Wait, what? He… had? As Emma glares at him furiously, Thaddeus finds himself completely baffled by her accusation. How had he gained psychic resistance by accident?! The only person he'd fucked with any sort of frequency over the last week was… Laura.

"The calcification…"

A flicker of curiosity penetrates through Emma's angry scowl, even as Thaddeus winces and rubs a hand through the back of his head. He'd felt something weird happening while he and Laura had fucked all throughout the week. More than just the ever-increasing stamina and regeneration powers. He'd likened it to a calcification of his mind, for lack of a better word. But he hadn't really understood what was happening… until now.

"Look, I didn't do it on purpose. Or rather, I had sex on purpose… a lot of it too. But I had no idea that resistance to telepathy came with it."

Emma's eyes narrow at that and her frown becomes considering. After a moment, the scantily clad blonde crosses her arms over her ample bosom and sighs.

"Who exactly did you fuck to give you this… unique ability to resist my probing?"

Then, she lifts her hand.

"And before you get angry, know that I was fully prepared to restrain myself until such time as you gained psychic abilities of your own from our… copulation. I had every intention of holding my telepathy back until such a time as I could begin training you to actively resist mental probing."

Emma sighs and shakes her head before continuing her explanation.

"However, on your way up the building, you came into my awareness as this… well, for lack of a better word, you're like a porcupine. You've got all of these spines sticking out of your mind in every direction, ready to stab and flay anyone who's stupid enough to get too close."

She narrows her eyes again, suddenly sounding almost defensive.

"I COULD probably slip through, given enough time and motivation. But obviously I'm not going to try because of our arrangement. Consider yourself protected, Thaddeus. Still… who exactly caused this?"

He considers lying to her for a moment. Trying to keep it a secret. But what would be the point? Emma was the one who had arranged for him to be in an all-female dorm to begin with. She had to have access to exactly who was staying at the dorm, so trying to protect any of their identities was kind of an exercise in futility. Especially someone like Laura who had signed up for college under her actual name, apparently.

Besides… Emma was his ally. Even with this slight misunderstanding, they were still in this together.

"Laura Kinney."

Emma's eyes widen slightly, and it's clear she immediately knows who that is.

"The X-23 Experiment? I see… yes, that would actually make some sense. Much like her progenitor, her healing factor would create mental scar tissue, blocking easy access by your average telepath. And then your mutation took that resistance and ran with it, turning it into a full-blown bristling defense."

Thaddeus blinks and then slowly nods.

"I've fucked Laura dozens and dozens of times by this point. I don't really need that much sleep anymore. And I have yet to truly test my healing factor to its fullest, but my stamina doesn't seem to run out so I guess that my body is constantly rejuvenating itself. Mind included."

He'd basically fucked Laura so much and so hard that his mind had to adapt or heal or something, it sounded like. That was… kind of wild.

Though, as much as this solved Thaddeus' concern about psychics probing his mind, it did present a new problem. Much smaller in scope, sure… but a problem, nonetheless. He was still blue balled. And Emma Frost in her incredibly sexy, incredibly skimpy get up wasn't helping matters one bit. Could he maybe still get back to the dorm and set that threesome with Kitty and Gwen back up?

Probably not, but he could at least find a woman willing to fuck him. He wasn't sure Emma would be willing anymore. Would she really want to make him a psychic on top of him having what sounded like an incredibly powerful passive defense against other psychics?

… Then again, the power boost DID go both ways.

Emma Frost Pt. 2

A/N: Emma propositions, Thaddeus comes clean.

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There's a moment of silence as Emma remains deep in thought and Thaddeus decides that propositioning her himself in this moment might be a little crass. Suddenly though, the beautiful blonde psychic rises to her feet, coming off of the edge of the bed with a preternatural sort of grace.

"Come. Sit."

Thaddeus raises an eyebrow at that, even as Emma steps to the side and gestures to where she'd just been sat.

"… For what reason?"

Smiling slightly, the gorgeous telepath, dressed all in white but in an ensemble that REALLY doesn't leave much to the imagination, plants her hands on her hips.

"I believe that you didn't realize what the X-23 Experiment had to offer you. I'm willing to accept that you had no idea you'd already developed a degree of psychic resistance before answering my beckoning call. That said, I already paid for this room and set aside a large portion of my schedule in order to… entertain you today. There's no point in letting it go to waste."

Flipping her hair back over her shoulder, the blonde crosses her arms under her chest, pushing her sizable bust up even further than her all-white leather corset was already doing as she huffs in amusement.

"After all… as strong as your mental defenses might have become, they are not impregnable. You are not immune to psychic attacks even now, merely highly resistant. It might take me hours to worm my way into your mind, but less than an hour to break in if I was being less than gentle. And our enemies certainly won't feel any need to exercise caution if they see fit to try and plumb your secrets."

Shrugging her shoulders in a way that makes her chest slightly jiggle, Emma just smirks.

"It's true what they say. The best defense is a good offense. Now imagine how strong you will be if you have both the X-23 Experiment's defense… and some of my offense."

That was… well, all of that made perfect sense to Thaddeus. Emma was right on the money with everything she'd just said. It was like he had a set of walls around his mind three feet thick but no actual surveillance cameras or living security guards manning them. As a result, while the walls might stop the average psychic from breaking in, he wouldn't necessarily be able to keep out a determined foe… or even know they were trying to get in to his mind in the first place.

She was completely right. In this case, he was a man with a shield but no sword and while Thaddeus WAS named after a World War II General, he didn't fancy himself as Captain America, thank you very much. He wasn't nearly patriotic or good-hearted enough for that.

There was just one problem in the end with Emma's proposal. He'd never told her that the power boost went both ways. Obviously it couldn't stay a secret forever, but he himself had only found out that it went both ways on the same day that he'd properly confronted Emma about reading his mind. And while they'd both come away from that conversation with a stronger bond for it, he had still withheld his knew knowledge.

He'd wanted something that she didn't know, at least for a little while. But now here the blonde was, offering him herself on a silver platter without even knowing she would also gain from it. Technically, Thaddeus supposed he could have found a way to reject her offer… but there were a number of crystal clear reasons not to do such a thing.

In the end…

"Before we do anything, there's something I need to tell you, Emma."

The blonde raises an eyebrow at that, considering him quietly. Right. Time to rip off the band aid.

"The power boost goes both ways."

Emma Frost goes still for a moment, clearly having to process that. Silence hangs between them until finally, she furrows her brow.

"Oh?"

Feeling a little guilty even though it was a perfectly reasonable thing to hold back in his opinion, Thaddeus sighs and nods.

"I found out the same day we… discussed your own powers. I'll be honest, I knew I couldn't keep it from you forever, but I wanted to have something… something that you hadn't taken from my mind already when we originally met. That's why… well, that's why I didn't tell you until now. Laura is a lot stronger and tougher now… and that government agent, the one posing as my RA, knows as well. She got some sort of boost from our… time together."

Now Emma looks downright concerned. The blonde hisses as she begins to pace the length of the room.

"That's… it's a wonder that whoever she works for hasn't grabbed you already if she knows, Thaddeus."

The realization that she's right hits him like a bolt of lightning. The fact that his power goes both ways… he should have been kidnapped out of his dorm room in the dead of night, drugged to the gills, and used while comatose for his mutation by unscrupulous actors in the government by now… right?

"Does that mean… she hasn't told them?"

Emma tilts her head in consideration.

"Perhaps. Unfortunately, so far I've been able to uncover little about a Natalie Rushman. Obviously, it's an unassumed name. But… I'll keep hunting. And maybe you can check in with her on your end… get a little closer to her. If she hasn't told them everything yet, perhaps she can be subverted."

Thaddeus thinks of Natalie's beautifully sculpted face and perfect body and finds himself getting a little aroused at that thought. Something that Emma doesn't fail to notice; it would seem.

"Now sit. In the end, this changes nothing really. Unless you're afraid of giving ME more power."

Well, now that she mentioned it… but no, in for a penny, in for a pound. Shaking his head, Thaddeus strides over to the edge of the bed and sits down where Emma had been sat when he first entered. Then, he swallows as the incredibly gorgeous woman, clad in sexy white lingerie, approaches him.

"Tell me, Thaddeus… does the power boost go both ways via oral?"

He pauses and considers that for a moment before finally shrugging.

"I actually don't know. By all rights, it should. After all, the mundane girls I let suck me off back in High School all got a temporary bonus to their intelligence just for swallowing. But… power boosts? Every meta I've enhanced so far; it's been full intercourse."

Emma nods at this… and then slips down into a crouch between his legs, her own legs bending at the knee and spreading wide as she rests her ass on her heels and brings herself to eye level with his crotch.

"Then we shall test that today, hm?"

Thaddeus flushes, even as the beautiful blonde bombshell gives him a wicked sort of smile and reaches for his crotch with gloved fingers. Deftly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, the psychic reaches into his boxers and wraps a gloved hand around his length. The soft silken feel of her covered palm upon his shaft is enough to make Thaddeus groan as she slides her hand up and down his dick for a moment before pulling it free, out into open air.

He shudders even as Emma licks her lips, looking his cock over.

"… Have you gotten bigger?"

Blinking rapidly at that question, Thaddeus looks down at the blonde while she examines his member.

"Err… how would you know, exactly?"

'This is the first time you've seen it' is on the tip of his tongue before his thoughts catch up with what's happening and he realizes that's not true. This might have been the first time Emma had seen his dick in person, but it's definitely not the first time she's seen his dick altogether. If she'd been in his head every time they'd met before now, from their first meeting in the Ice Cream Parlor, then she definitely knows what his cock looks like… because she's probably watched through his eyes as he fucked and was sucked off by pretty much all of the eligible women both his age and older in his small town.

Emma's eyes twinkle and he can tell that she knows he's come to the proper conclusion without her having to spell it out for him. One of her gloved hands moves down to cup his balls, while the other rides along the underside of his shaft, sending shivers up and down his spine. In doing so, she effectively serves his throbbing mast up to herself on a silver platter… or rather, on the palm of her hand.

"No matter. Though we shall have to hope you don't get TOO much bigger, Thaddeus. Otherwise, the only women you might be able to fuck are giantesses like She-Hulk or Titania."

That… Thaddeus' cock twitches at the mental image, but at the same time he grimaces as well at the thought. Fucking those two would be great. But not being able to properly pleasure other women because he was just too big…

"Actually, I might have a solution to that already."

Emma's eyes light up without him even having to say it.

"That's right. You fucked Mystique."

Thaddeus nods. It's not a power he's used much of so far, mostly because his version of Mystique's shapeshifting seems to be limited to one body part at a time and very slow. But… it's actually perfect for shifting his dick down half an inch in size over the course of about thirty seconds right before Emma's eyes.

He hates the idea of going any smaller though… maybe more of the Chad he used to be remains in his mind than he would have liked.

"Is this enough?"

Emma laughs at the look on his face, even as she continues to lift his cock up to her lips.

"It's fine, Thaddeus. I can handle this much, after all."

And then she goes ahead and proves it. Thaddeus lets out a groan as Emma dives down his cock, taking more than half his length into her mouth in one go. Her palm falls away from the underside as she does so, that particular gloved hand dropping down between her legs instead as she pulls aside her white panties and begins to touch herself.

She's incredibly skilled, he quickly realizes. Taking his dick in between her lips is second nature to her. It has him wondering what sort of life Emma Frost has led. She's a big shot now it feels like, high up enough in the Hellfire Club to be sent to recruit him. But before that… well, it doesn't matter. His hands clutch at the bedding on either side of his body as he resists the urge to place a hand atop her head. He doesn't hold back his groans though… or his words of appreciation.

"Fuck Emma, that feels so good…"

Her tongue along the underside of his cock, her lips suctioned down around his member. It's all phenomenal… though to his surprise, she pulls back after a moment, looking surprisingly vulnerable.

"… I'm glad. Since today is a day of sharing secrets, I shall share one with you, Thaddeus. I have never been with a man I could not read before."

Thaddeus blinks at that. Emma smiles a slightly sad smile, even as she shrugs her shoulders.

"I did not realize how much of a crutch that was until today. Normally, I can see everything. I know exactly what I'm doing right and in the very rare cases where it crops up, what I'm doing wrong. But with you… well, I suppose I should be lucky I have such a storied past to lean on for experience, hm?"

With that, sharing time seems to be over because she dives right back down his cock, bobbing up and down his member as Thaddeus groans, torn between processing her words and enjoying her technique. To know that she found him that challenging was… interesting if nothing else. And yet, she was still so good. For all that she couldn't read him, Emma Frost had more than enough experience to make up for that fact.

Groaning and grunting as she fondles his balls and bobs up and down his length without a single gag, Thaddeus realizes she's suppressing her gag reflex by continuously swallowing, allowing the first few inches of his dick to drive down the back of her constantly convulsing throat before pulling back again each and every time.

It's an incredible technique, and one that has him nearing the edge in no time at all. But before he can cum, Emma pulls back again, looking up at him curiously.

"Does it need to be swallowed for your abilities to take effect? The girls who sucked you off back at your High School… they always swallowed without fail."

"Ah… well, it needs to be… accepted in some way. Swallowed. Or held in your mouth and then spit out. Or captured in your hand or on your face. In the end, they usually chose to swallow because it was… cleaner."

He had extensive experience with that sort of thing. Taking in their incredibly opulent surroundings for a moment, Thaddeus looks back down at Emma as she considers what to do. Finally though, she dives back down his cock, sucking and throating his member even more energetically before until he can hold back no further.

With a groan, Thaddeus cums and cums. In turn, Emma swallows. She drinks down every last drop, gulping his seed and letting it fill her belly as she crouches there before him still fondling and kneading his balls in her gloved hand. It is… one of the best oral experiences Thaddeus has ever had. And that's WITHOUT Emma having access to his thoughts.

A moment later and his mutation does it's thing. Thaddeus grunts as he feels his mind suddenly… expand for lack of a better word. It's like a switch has flipped on, an awareness that wasn't there before blossoming behind his temple. For instance, he can actually 'see' the walls in his mind's eye. Covered in spikes, they look more like overgrown brambles if he's being honest, all around his mind, allowing no access without pain.

As Emma finishes sucking off his cock, leaving it clean of everything but her spit, she pulls back and looks at him curiously.

"… How does it feel?"

Looking back at her, Thaddeus has to admit, it feels… strange. But instead of answering her question, he goes ahead and asks one of his own.

"What about you? Did it go both ways?"

He thinks it would, but he can't be sure. This is the first time that a superpowered woman has performed oral on him, after all. Would Emma even know if the boost was too small? Would she-?

"Yes."

With a nod, Emma tells him the truth without hesitation, catching Thaddeus off guard just a little bit. Then, she rises to her feet and plants her hands on her hips.

"Which means we have a choice to make now, Thaddeus. Or rather, you do."

His mouth is a paradoxically dry and watering as he stares at the gorgeous blonde bombshell. He suspects he has an idea of what she's offering.

"You have enough psychic awareness now to be able to sense your own defenses and thus intruders. I can tell that much."

As she speaks, he feels her presence on the edges of his brambles, the 'calcification' of his mind. She does the equivalent of running a hand over one of the less spikey parts of his defenses, allowing him to feel her but not trying to dive deeper. She's right… if someone tried to get in, he would at least know about it now.

"We could go further though. Increase your power. However… you cannot do so without increasing my own power. And if you do that, there will likely come a point where I am strong enough to overcome you, defenses and all."

That was… true. Very true. Emma smirks as she sees the conflict in Thaddeus' eyes.

"I wonder. Do you trust me with that much power, Thaddeus? I'll be honest… I wouldn't. It might be best to keep this relationship between the two of us purely transactional, as it already is. However, I am not selfless enough to not make the offer all the same."

… Yeah, that was fair. Fuck. DID he trust Emma with that much power? She could have controlled his mind back in the Ice Cream Parlor to be fair, but he didn't believe she'd done so. His decision then might have been the byproduct of manipulation, but it was still HIS decision. And yet… to have her offering him her body in one hand while warning him off of giving her too much psychic power in the other… what was a man to do?

Emma Frost Pt. 3

A/N: Things escalate~

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"If I can't trust you, then what's the point?"

Emma's shocked expression is a treat to be sure. Thaddeus' words take her completely off guard, leaving her lips parting slightly and her eyes widening in surprise. Grinning slightly, he shrugs and elaborates.

"I'm not saying I trust you completely or anything. Obviously we've both had our secrets… and I suspect we both still have plenty more as well, don't we?"

After all, he hadn't told Emma everything about how close he'd gotten with the X-Men sent to spy on him and help him out in the event that she turned out to have bad intentions for him. Just like he was confident she hadn't told him everything about the Hellfire Club and why they'd truly wanted to recruit him yet either.

But in the end… everyone had secrets. And at this point he and Emma were on a more even playing field than most.

"It all comes back to power, in the end. I've got a lot of potential, don't I?"

Standing in front of him with her hands still on her hips, Emma nods distractedly, murmuring out her response.

"Limitless, really…"

Yeah, he'd kind of figured as much. And that was why Hellfire Club truly wanted him. But was it because they wanted to see him fulfill that potential, or was it more nefarious than that? One way or another… Emma had been a relatively straight shooter with him after a certain point. And he needed to get more powerful. If he was going to face down all of the challenges that seemed to be coming his way, he needed as much power as he could possibly get his hands on.

With that said, Thaddeus rises from the edge of the bed. He surges, really, standing up and reaching for Emma, his hands grasping her hips as he catches the psychic by surprise. It's like she said before. She's not used to being with men who she can't read. She's not used to having a lover that she can't adjust herself to fit perfectly by prying his every thought from his head.

The blonde jolts at his touch, freezing in place as he grins down at her.

"Let's unlock that potential then, shall we?"

The lightest possible dusting of red appears on Emma's pale cheeks. Not enough to even be called a proper blush, really. But it's there all the same, even as her eyes slide up and down him, glancing to where he's holding her by her hips and then along his body and his exposed cock. His member had gone soft for a moment while they spoke, but now as the anticipation builds, he grows hard once more, his prick twitching back to life and growing larger and thicker by the second.

"… Mm. Let's."

From there, things descend into what can only be called debauchery. Starting with Thaddeus spinning them both around and tossing Emma Frost onto the bed. She lets out a huff as she lands, but doesn't hesitate to spread her legs for him, allowing him to climb into position between them and tug her snow-white panties to the side.

Her bosom heaves beneath her matching white corset, but her back only truly arches when he slides home into her a moment later. She's wet, Thaddeus notices. Almost absurdly so. In fact, her arousal down there doesn't quite match her carefully controlled reactions up to this point. Raising a brow, Thaddeus grabs Emma by her wrists, pushing her gloved hands up above her head. As he begins to steadily pump in and out of her, he can't help but ask what's on his mind.

"You are… immensely turned on right now, Emma Frost. And I have to wonder… is that my doing? Or something else?"

Emma smirks slightly at that, looking up at him as she groans and her cunt clenches along his shaft.

"Excellent powers of deduction, Thaddeus. Mm, don't get me wrong, you feel very good inside of me. But you're right… I'm excited more for the potential that we're both about to unlock, rather than anything else."

Thaddeus chuckles and transfers her wrists to one hand before using the other to gather up some of Emma's blonde locks. Physically, she's acting submissive at the moment. But he sees right through the act, right through the façade. How many men has Emma Frost seduced with just this sort of attitude? He's getting to see some of the real her though. She probably has a submissive personality to go with her submissive physicality, usually. Instead, while she's all soft, pliant, and responsive to his actions, she's also being honest with him. Laying herself bare in a more metaphorical way that he can very much appreciate.

"Such a greedy woman."

His lips are inches from her lips. They stare into each other's eyes. His cock continues to slide in and out of her cunt without fail. She's so wet down there that he barely even has to put his hips into it. And he's really not either, mostly out of concern that he might go too hard, too fast, and too strong and hurt her.

"I won't deny it."

"Power-hungry."

"Yes."

There's no need for them to kiss. All that needs to happen is the sex. Lots and lots of sex. Every time Thaddeus cums, his powers will grow and so will hers. That's all that needs to happen. But…

"I guess I'm the same way, aren't I? Just a greedy young man grasping at every woman I can catch the eye of."

To his surprise, Emma actually frowns slightly at the comparison.

"You're nothing like me, Thaddeus. Not yet. And you don't have to be, either."

Well now, that was certainly self-deprecating. On the face of it, one might assume Emma was being arrogant. But no, she's talking mad shit… about herself. To his surprise, Thaddeus doesn't like that. Maybe he cares about Emma more than he initially thought. Still staring into her icy blue eyes, still fucking her gorgeous, glorious body there on the incredibly expensive bed she'd paid for them to have, Thaddeus grunts.

"And what if I want to be like you? What if I want to learn everything you have to teach me?"

Emma's eyes widen at that.

"… I'm not a very good person, Thaddeus. There are better role models out there then me."

Thaddeus scoffs.

"And who said I wanted to be a good person? Besides, what is good and evil, really? The superheroes and their villains might think they have it all figured out… but fuck that. I'm not going to put on spandex and go running around saving the day any time soon. Nor do I have any desire to rob a bank or hold the city hostage for a million dollar ransom."

He lets out a shuddering breath, well aware that Emma is watching him intently. Sucking in more air, he continues on.

"All I want is to be able to enjoy life. That's why I signed up with Hellfire Club. Not because of your manipulation, not because of your tricks… though they certainly helped convince me. But because I'm not about to spend my life in service to others. Humans or Mutants."

Shrugging, his muscles rippling as he leans over her with his cock still buried in her cunt, Thaddeus gives Emma a crooked sort of smile.

"I hate the idea that being selfish is the same as being evil. Why shouldn't we care more about ourselves then others? Why shouldn't we care more about the people right in front of us who matter to us over people across the country or even across the world? I'm not a good person, Emma. And just because I know how much of an idiot I was before I developed my powers and got smarter doesn't mean I'm suddenly some paragon of virtue either."

He didn't want to hurt people, necessarily. Especially not people who had never done anything wrong to him. But at the same time, he had no desire to go out and put his neck on the line for people he didn't know either. He wasn't a hero. And for all that he'd been making friends and lovers with heroines ever since starting college… he wasn't like them. In that regard, he was closer to Emma than he was to Laura or Gwen or Kitty. Sure, she might be keeping things from him even now… but she was still his partner in crime in all of this.

"That's why… I want you to teach me. Mentor me. Show me how to take the world by storm and make it my own. I want-mmph!"

Thaddeus' eyes widen as he's cut off mid-sentence by Emma's lips suddenly on his own. The blonde has leaned up and captured his mouth, which was mere centimeters from hers at this point. He's so caught off guard that Emma is able to slip her wrists out of his grasp and reach up to grab his face. One hand slides through his hair and pulls him in deeper, lengthening the kiss.

Meanwhile, down below, his hips continue to jackhammer in and out of Emma's cunt. But the kissing… well, that's quite the stimulation. A shock to the system if you will. With a muffled groan, Thaddeus tips over the edge and cums inside of the beautiful blonde psychic. As he does so, he feels his mutation activating and his own telepathic powers growing. He feels Emma's mind brushed up against his as well.

Her eyes flutter for a moment… and then snap open, those icy blues of hers suddenly filled with intense purpose as their lip lock ends and he pulls back.

Suddenly, he's on his back and she's on top of him in a surprising display of strength. Thaddeus doesn't know where she found it… until he looks at her and sees that she's transformed, right before his very eyes. The presence of Emma's mind against his vanishes entirely, almost like her telepathy has been pulled back behind steel walls. Or perhaps more accurately… diamond walls.

Emma Frost straddles him in the form of glittering diamonds, still as beautiful as ever but no longer wearing a human body. He expects her to feel… hard. In fact, for a moment he worries what will happen to his dick, still buried inside of her. But… as her inner vaginal walls, now as diamond as the rest of her, flex and clench, it's not too bad. There's certainly a lot more tightness than before, but it's not impossible for him to withstand with his enhanced strength.

Thaddeus' hands come up and slide along Emma's glittering sides. At the same time, she reaches back behind herself and deftly undoes the laces on her corset, pulling it away from her body and revealing every last inch of her sculpted diamond form.

"Organic diamond. This is my… alternative body. My strongest defense, if you will."

There's a difference in Emma's voice, Thaddeus notes. As though she's lost some of her emotion.

"In this form, I cannot use my telepathy. However, I do become much stronger and much more durable. I also have near-limitless stamina since my now-diamond muscles no longer produce fatigue toxins like flesh and blood bodies do."

Thaddeus blinks as he assimilates that information.

"And while I am no longer psychic in this form… I do have complete immunity to other telepathic powers. I no longer register to most psychics while wearing this body."

She's right. Even though she's right in front of him, even though he's staring right at her… it's like she's not even there. She might as well be invisible to his new senses.

"Finally… in this form, I am far more pragmatic."

That causes Thaddeus to raise an eyebrow in response.

"Pragmatic?"

A wicked sort of grin spreads across the diamond woman's face as she brings glittering hands down to his cheeks, caressing them gently. But not like a lover would. No, Thaddeus detects a note of… possessiveness in her tough as Emma Frost cradles his face in her diamond palms.

"My heart is that of diamond. There are certainly harder substances out there in the universe, but not many. It's easier to see the bigger picture in this form. To keep my eye on the prize, so to speak."

Ah. A hardened heart both figuratively and literally. Thaddeus finds himself wondering if that's a good or bad thing for him. Fortunately, he doesn't have to wonder for long.

"You're in luck. I was letting my emotions get the better of me a moment ago after your little speech. All of that praise, all of that talk of wanting to be just like me… I didn't know whether to love you or hate you. And I've always struggled with the fine line between both, so I just kissed you instead."

At that, Emma leans forward and presses her organic diamond lips against his in a quick, chaste representation of that kiss. The feeling is undeniably strange. There's no heat in her lips as they are right now, no softness either. But at the same time, there's ever so slightly some give to her mouth. Organic diamond. What a fucking rush.

"Before I could get carried away, I decided to give myself some perspective. Fortunately for you, even as I am now… you're the better call."

That gets a raised eyebrow from him. He has a suspicion he knows what she's going to say, but still…

"As opposed to what?"

Grinning as she pulls back from his face, moving back into a sitting position upon his cock once more, Emma slowly gyrates her hips, swiveling herself around his crotch. His cock feels strange, encased in organic diamond as it currently is, but it's not… not an entirely unpleasant sensation.

"Everyone else. The US Government. The X-Men. The Brotherhood. Even Hellfire itself. You probably already know, but the people in Hellfire who sent me to recruit you have plans for you."

Thaddeus nods his head in agreement. That much was obvious of course.

"Well, you should also know that you wouldn't like seeing those plans brought to fruition. Not in their current iteration. At the same time though, we need their assistance to take care of… other elements within the Club."

That's… surprisingly candid. Thaddeus would ask Emma why she's telling him this, but he already knows, doesn't he? She told him. He's the better call. Well shit. Even cold-hearted diamond form Emma Frost, lacking in all empathy, was willing to bet on him. A slow grin spreads across his face at that, making Emma scoff down at him.

"Don't get too cocky now, Mister Cummings. You aren't ready to take on any of our shared foes yet. But… this weekend can be the start of that. If we're both willing to go all the way."

Even with her heart hardened, Diamond Emma manages to sound sultry and seductive as she says that. A shiver runs down Thaddeus' spine. He's already decided to go all the way. That's not in doubt. But… part of him wants to argue with Emma to switch back to her human form. He thinks he might like her a little better like that. On the other hand, a more perverse part of him wants to take her diamond form for a spin at least once, just to get a taste of what it might feel like…

Emma Frost Pt. 4

A/N: Thaddeus and Emma get it on, meanwhile the other pieces on the board continue to shift.

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Heh, all the way indeed. Laying there under Emma, Thaddeus can't deny that she's heavier like this. But not TOO heavy. And as previously mentioned, the feeling of her diamond form gyrating across his cock isn't all that unpleasant. She's not truly diamond, thankfully, or she would have probably crushed his dick by now regardless of just how much durability and strength he'd gained. Sure, it would have almost certainly grown back afterwards, but that would have been little consolation in the moment.

Still… did he really want to fuck her like this? More than that, did he really have a choice? Thaddeus chuckles to himself internally even as he reaches up and grabs Emma by her crystalline hips. He begins with pulling her up his member… only to slam her back down a moment later. Despite being colder and more emotionless like this, he still detects a note of surprise in the diamond woman's eyes as she bounces on his cock.

"My… you really are unpredictable, aren't you Thaddeus?"

Oh? Did she think that he was going to ask her to switch back? Well then, he was happy to have caught her off guard once again. Smirking up at Emma as he bounces her organic diamond body upon his pulsing prick and she in turn begins to ride him, he just shrugs.

"In for a penny, in for a pound right? Can't really say we went 'all the way' if we don't explore every avenue…"

Nodding her head, the diamond woman slides her tight, flexing insides up and down his shaft.

"You're right. I feel no pleasure like this, of course. But even still, there's a possibility you might empower my diamond form… and that I might give you something in turn. That makes this worth exploring if nothing else."

She's so cold and calculating like this. It's kind of hot if he's being honest. Hearing that she's not actually getting anything from this physically isn't so hot though. He's always prided himself in being able to make a woman squeal and cream herself on his cock long before he reached his own climax. But that won't be possible here with Emma in her diamond form.

Even as she rides him cowgirl and they fuck there on that very expensive bed, Thaddeus is wracking his mind for options. Unfortunately, nothing in his current repertoire seems like it will help. He can't even focus on pleasuring her with his newly gained psychic abilities because when she's diamond like this, her mind is completely invisible to him. It might as well not exist.

Before he realizes it, a frown has sprouted across his face, causing Emma to smack his chest lightly with one of her crystalline hands.

"You're getting distracted by the fact that you can't get me off. Stop it. This is an experiment. We can't find out the results of said experiment without you reaching the end."

So… clinical. Thaddeus huffs out a laugh at that, giving Emma a crooked smile and a nod.

"Of course 'Professor'. So very sorry."

He thinks he sees a flicker of a reaction to being called 'Professor' but it's gone so fast he might have just been imagining things. And even if he wasn't, it was too quick for him to register what that reaction even was. Regardless, he focuses up and gets to work. Emma's organic diamond form is strange, but strange isn't a bad thing. And fuck if her insides don't feel amazing wrapped around his throbbing, pulsating cock.

Finally, with a loud groan, Thaddeus empties himself inside of Emma Frost. As he's finishing, she goes still on top of him, clearly not feeling it more than a little bit, if at all. There's a brief moment at the end of his climax where they both pause and wait to see if something happens. Her diamond form trumps psychic powers, but does it trump whatever Thaddeus' mutation is? Will he get a boost from her or does she count as too much of an inanimate object right now?

The moment passes… and Thaddeus feels something. A hardening, if you will. Not down below, he's already more than hard enough despite just cumming deep inside of Emma's crystalline body. But there's this sensation that his skin, muscles, and bones all just grew a little tougher, a little denser. Like diamond.

"Interesting. It does seem to work after all. I felt something there… and I don't usually feel much in this form. I believe I've become just a bit tougher."

Blinking up at Emma, Thaddeus slowly nods.

"That's what I got too."

Emma's crystalline face doesn't quite twist or contort, but it does shift ever so slightly to irritation.

"Unfortunate. I had hoped to perhaps gain access to my psychic abilities while in this form. That would have had intriguing possibilities."

Oh. Yeah, that would have been great. Still under her, Thaddeus shrugs.

"Well we can keep fucking like this if you want to?"

But Emma just shakes her head.

"No. It makes far more sense to spend the majority of this weekend on fucking in my flesh body and increasing both of our psychic abilities beyond their current levels. That, at least, is a sure thing."

With that, Emma switches back to her normal form. Immediately, Thaddeus feels her telepathic presence again. He also feels the low hum of 'horny' from that weird tingle he'd picked up from Gwen. He'd been feeling it from Emma for most of their time together so far but had been ignoring it. He didn't need a tingle to know that Emma was ready for action practically from the moment he stepped into the room. Still, it's more pronounced for a moment after she drops out of her diamond form.

To her credit, even with her emotions back online, Emma doesn't seem overly embarrassed by how she'd acted when she was cold and calculating. There's a brief moment where she pauses and almost seems to assess her behavior over the last several minutes… before giving him a nod.

"Let's continue, shall we?"

Chuckling at that, Thaddeus proceeds to roll them both over, pushing Emma onto her back as he starts thrusting into her right then and there. Moaning under him, she's far more responsive like this as he pounds her into the bed. They have quite a lot of time ahead of them. All weekend to… enjoy each other's company and increase one another's power.

Thaddeus can hardly wait.

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"Agent Romanoff, report."

"Fury. I have reason to believe that the target, Emma Frost, has called Chad 'Thaddeus' Cummings to her for a weekend booty call."

"… Seriously? Why would she… no, wait. Sex Powers. Motherfucking Sex Powers."

"Yes sir. Orders?"

"Do you have eyes on them right now?"

"No sir. The car carrying Thaddeus to their rendezvous noticed me at one point and I had to allow them to believe they gave me the slip. By the time I was able to get back on their tail however, they'd dropped Thaddeus off at a private elevator. Currently, Emma Frost is renting out the penthouse suite at the richest hotel in New York. It takes up the entire floor. I can get up there, but not without risking detection."

"… Maintain your distance for now, Agent Romanoff. How do you believe conversion is progressing? Can Mister Cummings be turned?"

"I think so, sir. Especially if he gains psychic abilities of his own. Once he's able to protect his mind from Emma Frost's telepathy, he should be easier to persuade to turn on her."

"Very well. Keep up the good work Agent Romanoff. Maintain your cover as best as possible, but do not hesitate to call in backup if the situation becomes untenable. Is that clear?"

"Crystal, Director."

"Fury out."

As the phone call ends, Natasha tucks her phone into her pocket and looks up at the massive hotel in front of her. Specifically, she cranes her neck back to look up all the way to the peak. Up there, Thaddeus Cummings is fucking Emma Frost right this moment. She might not know it for a fact, but she can feel it in her bones all the same.

That did beg the question though… why was she lying to Fury and SHIELD? Natasha wasn't an idiot. And she wasn't oblivious either. Thaddeus… his loyalties might not lie with Hellfire as a whole, but they definitely lay with Emma Frost on a personal level. Her surveillance of him and his conversations over the past week had all but confirmed that fact.

Oh sure, he was being careful not to be too open about it with the girls in his dorm. He was stringing along those two from the X-Men as well as Gwen Stacy rather masterfully in fact. Maybe he even thought he meant what he was saying to them. But Natasha knew better. She knew what loyalty looked like and Thaddeus Cummings was loyal to Emma Frost.

… So why had she just told Fury that she was convinced she could convert him? Why was she lying to the Director of SHIELD? Natasha bites her lower lip, worrying it between her teeth for a moment as she finds herself thinking back to that boost of power she'd felt when Thaddeus had cum inside of her. He'd… made her stronger back then. And she'd made him stronger too.

But Natasha didn't care about that. Stronger? Faster? Sure, those were things that were always good in her line of work. That was undeniable. But she was already pretty strong. Already pretty fast too. The Red Room had given her the tools she needed to survive in this world. It was what they'd taken from her in the process that Natasha wondered if she could get back.

What if? What if fucking Thaddeus more healed her barren womb and cured her sterility? She'd been so frozen with indecision over that possibility that she hadn't dared to approach him this past week. Probably for the best though, because while Frost almost certainly already knew about Natasha's presence in the dorm, at least she wouldn't have any further ammunition.

Still… even if Thaddeus couldn't fuck her body back to fully healed, there was an almost certainty that he would eventually pick up some sort of healing power. A man like him… his potential was limitless. If she stuck it out and just stayed close to him, she could potentially get her heart's desire satisfied.

There were other possibilities out there of course. Ways for her to heal her womb and regain the ability to have children. The only problem… was SHIELD. They'd invested in her when they'd allowed Clint Barton to bring her in instead of killing her. They'd turned her from a liability to an asset, but there was no such thing as a probationary period at an organization like SHIELD. She would ALWAYS be on thin ice with them. They would always hold her at arm's length no matter how high her security clearance got or how much Fury trusted her.

If they found out Natasha was going after a cure for her sterility, they would immediately begin weighing whether to keep her alive or not. But if it just so happened to be a direct consequence of a mission they'd sent her on… well, that was different wasn't it?

Releasing her lower lip from between her teeth, Natasha Romanoff huffs and finally turns her gaze away from the hotel, beginning to make her way back towards Empire State University. Natalie the RA couldn't be gone for long, after all. Still, one thing was for sure… keeping secrets about Thaddeus' loyalty from SHIELD couldn't last forever. She needed to make her next move sooner rather than later.

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"I'm just not sure, Ma. What if I hurt him?"

Mystique is very careful not to groan or rub her face with her hand as her darling adoptive daughter squirms in front of her. The two of them have been in this godforsaken place for a week now and while playing the role of Risty Wilde has been fun… the shapeshifter is pretty sure she's been made. Thaddeus hasn't given anything away necessarily, but that in and of itself is pretty telling. She hasn't lived for as long as she has without picking up a few tricks here and there.

Knowing he probably knows who she is… is one of the reasons Mystique has yet to approach him again in any meaningful way. The other, far larger reason however is right in front of her, fretting for the umpteenth time in the last week. Wringing her gloved hands in front of her, Rogue whimpers.

"I told you, darling… it'll be fine. He's been getting stronger and stronger this past week. Eventually he might be able to last long enough under the effects of your power to reach completion."

The look that the younger female mutant gives Mystique is thoroughly unimpressed. Mystique just grins.

"… Yeah, obviously, we're not going to wait that long sweetheart. Like I said before, Destiny and I have been exploring… alternatives. When it finally comes time, you two won't have to do the horizontal tango. Instead… we might just have him jack off onto you while you masturbate, perhaps. Destiny saw a future where that worked with his powers."

Her darling Rogue goes bright red at that, eyes widening as she sputters in embarrassment. And there it is…

"B-But Ma! That's… that's s-so gross!"

Me thinks the lady doth protest too much, Mystique thinks to herself as she resists the urge to roll her eyes. Rogue might say one thing with her mouth, but her body's reactions give away the lie in her words. Mystique's adopted daughter is wiggling her hips back and forth unconsciously at the thought, and even tapping her fingers together in a shy manner.

It's obvious that she thinks having a hunky jock like Thaddeus cum all over her is hot… but equally obvious that Rogue's religious upbringing is rearing its ugly head. Under normal circumstances, Mystique would be happy that her daughter was a little prudish and easily embarrassed. Would have made it easier to beat off all the boys with a stick, given Rogue's beauty.

The only problem with that was, she didn't need to beat any boys off of Rogue with a stick because the poor dear's own mutation was preventing them from so much as touching her without falling into a coma. In the end… it didn't matter what Mystique or Rogue felt. If they could get Rogue's mutation to the state where she could control it, then Mystique was willing to pay whatever price Thaddeus might demand for such a thing.

"Honey. Do you want to be able to touch people? To be touched in turn?"

Rogue flushes… but eventually nods.

"Then you'll do as I say, alright?"

"… Alright Ma…"

"Good girl."

Risty Wilde

A/N: Mystique makes her move~

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By the time Thaddeus returns from his weekend holiday spent positively wrecking that fancy hotel suite with Emma, it's already late into Monday morning and the dorm is all but empty. He knows this because his psychic abilities have ballooned in power over the weekend, allowing him to easily detect the general absence of pretty much everyone from the dorm. Almost everyone, that is.

Tilting his head to the side in amusement, Thaddeus doesn't bother trying to be quiet as he makes his way to his own dorm room. As such, he's not really all that surprised when a certain door opens up and a familiar head pokes through.

"Hey there, stud! Have a good weekend?"

Grinning wryly, 'Risty Wilde' looks like the cat who caught the canary as she stares at him. Almost like she thinks she's got one over on him because she caught him making the walk of shame back to his room. Only, it's not a walk of shame and he's not worried about the classes he's missing today. Thaddeus has already sent out emails to the relevant professors and given his progress in those classes, along with Emma's backing, he didn't expect any trouble just because he was taking a day off.

Emma Frost, as it turned out, was not just rich… she was well-connected. When it came to Empire State University in particular, she was very connected, mostly on account of it being her alma mater. As an alumnus of the school who regularly donated vast amounts of money, Emma's influence at ESU could not be understated. But then, Thaddeus had never tried to understate it… he'd known just how much power she had at the university ever since he arrived to find his dorm was supposed to be all-female.

Regardless, Risty Wilde's teasing tone is doubly duplicitous because not only is she not actually 'getting him' in any actual fashion… she's not even truly Risty Wilde. This is Mystique, the same shapeshifter who tried to get him to join up with her and the Brotherhood of Mutants all the way back in his home town last year. Thaddeus has known as much since his very first day on campus in fact, when he'd listened to her and her roommate Anna Marie talking through the door.

Hearing Anna Marie call Risty 'ma' would have been weird enough but hearing them talk about the potential for him to help with whatever Anna Marie's mutation was had sealed the deal since at that point in time, even he had just learned that he had the ability to enhance and strengthen the powers of the women he slept with.

Now though, he doesn't even have to rely on such leaps in logic. He didn't want to necessarily overuse his telepathic abilities. Thankfully, whatever fucking Laura so much had done to his mind had not only given him a powerful psychic defense, but it had also helped him learn to control his newfound telepathy in record time. Emma had actually been a little jealous at how quickly he'd managed to rein himself in once they got started on that front.

Still, while most of the time he would NOT be trying to read the minds of everyone around him, when he knew for a fact he was in front of someone lying to him… well, it didn't exactly make sense to hold back, did it? Especially when he could just reach out and… oh now, that was interesting. As it turned out, the mind of 'Risty Wilde' was like a closed book to him.

Did Mystique herself have some sort of psychic defenses that he hadn't even known about? To be fair, it wasn't as though the 'book' in this metaphor was locked necessarily. To extend the metaphor further, he can tell he could pry it open without much difficulty. However, taking the metaphor out back and butchering it, he can also tell that the 'book' would know the moment he did so. Mystique would know that he knew the moment he tried to peer into her mind.

Flashing 'Risty Wilde' a responding smile at long last, Thaddeus just nods his head.

"It was an excellent weekend, thanks. And you? Party a little too hard last night to be just waking up today?"

Risty huffs, not looking even remotely hungover or partied out as her eyes twinkle and she flicks her raven-black hair with lavender streaks back.

"You're one to talk, stud."

Yep, she was really trying to push this 'naughty, naughty' narrative, wasn't she? Unfortunately for her, it just wasn't going to work.

"My absences are excused for the day, Risty. I'm free until football practice later."

Which he would be attending. Even if he didn't really need to for any reasons of personal growth at this point, it was still important that he go to as many football practices as he could. Not only would it help him to maintain his cover when he almost certainly crushed it at their future games, but it would also help build team morale.

Thaddeus might have known he was all that and a bag of chips, but he wasn't about to act like a prima donna about it. That was the old him. That was Chad Cummings, the goofball jock who, while not exactly dumb, also wasn't the brightest bulb in the box. He'd left that life behind him when he'd left the name Chad behind.

Risty's eyes light up at hearing that and suddenly she's outside of her dorm room, a hand planted on his chest and her fingers trailing over his pectorals.

"Oh? Free, you say? Free for some… fun?"

Hiding his surprise comes rather easily to him at this point, but it doesn't stop him from BEING surprised. What's Mystique's angle here? He knows Risty isn't real. But she doesn't know he knows that. He also knows that she wants his help with her daughter in some capacity, but again, she doesn't know he knows that.

So what's her plan? If he lets her seduce him and they fuck, she has to know the game will immediately be up. Does that mean this is a trap of some sort? More importantly, even if it is… is he really going to say 'no'?

… Nah. He's not the kind of person to pass up an opportunity like this. Might as well spring the trap if nothing else, right?

Answering Risty's energy with similar energy, Thaddeus grins and chuckles as he reaches out and grabs her by her hips, yanking her in close until the punk rock girl is pressed up against his body. 'Risty' lets out a gasp, even as she squirms in a not-unhappy fashion in his grasp.

"Fun? I'm always free for some fun~"

Huffing from her place trapped against his chiseled form, Risty bats her eyelashes at him.

"You wouldn't know it from the way you've been ignoring me and my roommate, stud~ All those girls you've been having so much fun with and you haven't even looked at us. Is it because we're Alternative? Because I'll have you know that before I corrupted her to my ways, Anna Marie was a good Southern Girl. Christian and everything. And regardless of how she might look, she's still as pure as a snowflake~"

Seriously? If he didn't know who they were already, Thaddeus would probably have been a little weirded out by how Risty was going about trying to sell Anna Marie to him like she was some sort of product to be bought and purchased. Or maybe she was just being a good wingman… but who the hell attempted to wingman for their roommate when they were already pressed up against a guy's chest, really?

Snorting derisively, Thaddeus lets go of Risty and shakes his head.

"Not about any of that, no. Just been busy. And every girl I've slept with so far has made themselves more available than you and your friend. That's all."

'Risty' makes a big show of pouting at that… and then smiling wickedly as she takes a step back into the open door of her dorm room.

"Well… I'm available now, stud~"

Then she takes another step back, leaving the door open for him to enter through. Thaddeus detects no traps of any kind, but that doesn't mean they aren't there of course. Still, he enters with confidence, fully ready to tackle whatever Mystique plans to throw at her. Only… there's nothing. She closes the door behind him of course but doesn't even bother locking it.

Looking around the dorm room… Thaddeus notes that not much effort has been put into decorating. It's only been one week to be fair, but it's pretty obvious that Mystique is treating this as more of a mission than anything else. Anna Marie on the other hand.

"Your roommate at class then?"

Risty lets out a soft laugh at that.

"Oh yes. She's a goody two-shoes, just like I said. She doesn't consider this a chance to party and meet people like I do… no, she's taking this as an opportunity to actually study and learn things. Yuck. Though… I could get her for you if you want. One text from me and she'll come back here immediately~"

Looking at 'Risty', Thaddeus can immediately tell that she wants him to say yes. She wants it to be his idea. Is that the game here? Well…

"No, that's okay. I'm happy just to spend some time with you, Risty."

The disappointment only shows in the shapeshifter's eyes even as she makes a show of grinning all the wider and laughing in 'delight'.

"Of course, stud. I'm all the woman you need. Now… sit down on the bed and let me freshen up real quick."

Thaddeus raises an eyebrow and does as he's told, sitting down on her bed and watching as she disappears into the dorm room's bathroom. His enhanced hearing tells him what she's really doing in there though. Even though she turns on the sink faucet to try to cover it up, his senses are strong enough at this point to separate that sound from the sounds of her taking her phone out of her pocket and quickly tapping out a text message to someone.

Anna Marie. Has to be. Despite his words, she's drawing her daughter back here anyways. Perhaps Mystique really is hoping to have him help fix the young woman's mutation, whatever it is that's wrong with it. Or perhaps she thinks Anna Marie is critical to taking him down. Either way, it's only a few moments longer before Risty turns off the sink faucet and steps back out of the bathroom.

She's stripped out of her pants and top at this point as well, revealing that she was only wearing panties underneath. She also reveals the number of piercings her current persona has, with her nipples and belly button pierced. She's really selling the punk rock aesthetic; Thaddeus can't help but note as his eyes roam over her body.

Smirking wickedly, 'Risty' struts forward, only to stop right in front of him and cock a hip out as she lifts an eyebrow.

"Like what you see, stud? Or am I too… different for you after all?"

It's said more teasingly this time, and she clearly knows he doesn't mind the piercings. Honestly, he's surprised that Mystique hasn't given her Risty Wilde persona more tattoos. It's not like they would be permanent for a shapeshifter. But maybe she really was worried that he would find such a thing to be a little too much.

Still, they're a glaring absence for someone who's trying to present themselves as some sort of punk rock, alternative-type girl. Not that Thaddeus is about to mention it. He's still playing dumb after all.

"I love what I see, Risty."

He grins at her and Risty grins back. Then, she drops to her knees between his legs and begins unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She takes her time with it though, Thaddeus notices. She's moving very slowly, even as she extracts his cock from its confines and her eyes widen slightly in actual surprise.

"Wow. I know I call you a stud… but this is big. Really big."

Its his turn to smirk, knowing full well that he actually HAS gotten a bit bigger since he and Mystique first fucked. Now it's his turn to tease 'Risty' as he throws her own words back in her face.

"Am I too big for you after all, Risty?"

Her eyes flicker up to his face at that, a flash of irritation barely there for a moment before disappearing. She huffs in faked amusement a moment later and rolls those same eyes at him.

"Don't be ridiculous, stud. I can handle anything you can throw at me."

He knows that, of course. But why does it almost sound like she's trying to pass it off as false bravado? Indeed, even as she says that, Risty actually injects a note of worry into her gaze as it flicks back down to meet his throbbing member. Is she trying to make him think that she really can't handle his cock?

Thaddeus gets the answer to that a moment later when Risty hesitantly leans in and kisses his cockhead, slowly and steadily working her hands up and down his shaft. There's no real confidence in her movements though. If he didn't know any better, he'd say she was actually a virgin just like she claimed her roommate was.

… Was that the impression Mystique wanted him to get about Risty Wilde? That she was all bark and no bite? He knew that the shapeshifter could do better of course, he'd literally experienced better from her before. But in this moment, Risty Wilde is… well, amateurish.

She eventually takes some of his cock in her mouth, but she's very hesitant and skittish about it. She never goes too deep and she never goes too far. In fact, her entire technique seems to be manufactured to make for a subpar blowjob-handjob combo.

… Oh. She's waiting for Anna Marie. The realization hits Thaddeus like a lightning strike. Mystique is waiting for whoever she texted, almost certainly Anna Marie but also potentially a hit squad of some sort, to arrive. She's slow rolling him but she can't let him know she's slow rolling him, so she's presenting her Risty Wilde persona in a certain way instead.

Honestly, it's quick thinking. He's sort of impressed. The question though is… does he let her continue like this? Does he continue enduring a subpar blowjob that admittedly will never make him cum and wait for the next phase of Mystique's plan to reveal itself? Or does he reveal his knowledge here and now and see where they'd go from there?

Of course, there's the third option of taking control under the guise that he 'realizes' Risty is a virgin with no experience and seeing how the hell Mystique handles him then…

Risty Wilde Pt. 2

A/N: Thaddeus and Mystique engage in a bit of a spar.

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He's not the kind of person to just sit still and let shit happen, truth be told. But he also doesn't see any reason to make Mystique aware of just how much he knows just yet. Besides… Thaddeus has to admit to some curiosity to how she'll react. And so, even as she gives him one of the worst blowjobs of his life as Risty Wilde, Thaddeus reaches out for the shapeshifter's head, sliding his fingers through her purple highlights.

At first, 'Risty' doesn't seem to notice. Until that is, he begins to control her movements, firming up his grip on her hair and rather subtly influencing her to start shifting her head in a more pleasurable fashion, while he takes over the lion's share of the work. If Risty weren't actually a hundreds year old shapeshifting mutant in disguise, she probably wouldn't have even realized what he was doing.

Sure, maybe that was a little arrogant for him to think, but Thaddeus knew just how good he was. If Risty Wilde really existed as Mystique had portrayed her so far, then the punk goth girl would never have been able to figure out that he was tactfully offering her his 'guidance' without being too overbearing about it. But alas, Risty Wilde is a facsimile… a sham. And Mystique isn't some foolish, inexperienced virgin punk girl in over her head. She's a lot more than that… and she has her own ulterior motives as well.

When she jerks out of his hand, Thaddeus is careful to hide his amusement, even as he gives her a curious look as she pulls off of his cock and flushes for a moment. It's clear that Mystique is reaching for an excuse when what finally comes out of her mouth is so… subpar.

"S-Sorry… just have a thing about my hair, alright? Don't like people touching it."

Maybe if she'd flinched away at his very first touch he might believe that. Oh, also maybe if he didn't know she was secretly a shapeshifting mutant. But honestly, the lie is plain as day to him. Thaddeus doesn't let that out though, merely giving her a warm smile instead.

"Not a problem, Risty. It's just… you're not very good at this."

'Risty' jolts back as if struck, her eyes widening in, as far as Thaddeus can tell, a completely genuine manner.

"E-Excuse me?"

Normally, he would never say something like this to a girl he was trying to get into bed. But then again, this wasn't a normal situation. And Mystique wanted to keep him here far more than he wanted to fuck her again… even if he really did want to fuck her some more and gain some more of her shapeshifting abilities for himself. As things currently stood, his copy of her mutation was… lackluster to say the least.

"Sorry, but you've clearly never given head before, Risty. Look… we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"I want to! Of course I want to!"

The outrage is a bit faker than the surprise was, but not entirely false either. He's struck a real nerve underneath the faux anger that Risty is now displaying.

"Well maybe we can do something else then. Something with more… reciprocation."

Risty narrows her eyes at that.

"Trying to skip straight to the main event, huh? You're such a horn dog, stud."

Thaddeus winces and decides to nip that in the bud as well.

"That's another thing Risty. You can just call me Thad or Thaddeus, you know. You don't have to keep using 'stud'. And besides, I'm not talking about sex. There are other things we could do besides you giving me head or me fucking you, you know."

It was like Mystique had gotten stuck on that word for this persona. She'd used it way too much earlier. Once again, it wasn't something Thaddeus would normally call out. He was too much of a player to point out a girl's irritating flaws like that under the usual circumstances. But in this case, he knew Mystique wanted to keep him around. And indeed, while she does flush a bit at being taken to task on her overuse of the word, she doesn't get angry enough to kick him out or anything like that.

"Tch… fine, Thad. What do you have in mind?"

A few moments later and he's got her on her back on the bed. She's giving him a curious look… one that morphs into dawning realization as he yanks off her pants and panties and then dives down between her legs.

"You're going to-!"

A gasp leaves her lips as he fixes his mouth to her cunt. He can see the conflict in her face almost immediately. Thaddeus knows exactly how good he is with his tongue these days. Cunnilingus isn't something he performs regularly, but he does it enough to know his way around a girl's cunt. For all that she's secretly a blue-skinned mutant in disguise, 'Risty Wilde' is no different.

But he can tell that Mystique isn't sure whether she should let this continue. After all, she clearly doesn't know for sure if he gets anything from making the girl orgasm while he hasn't cum yet. Will her cover be blown if she orgasms all over his tongue. The answer to that question is no, for two reasons. Number One, his power is pretty self-centered and selfish. It's all about his orgasms. If he cums with the help of a woman, he gets a boost. If he cums with the help of a superpowered woman, he gets a boost with powers. If they cum… nothing happens.

Thaddeus doesn't give Mystique a chance to really contemplate that thought though. He doesn't give her a chance to decide anything at all. He goes hard on the attack, even knowing that he's up against a centuries-old shapeshifter and not some coed punk chick. He's tongue-fucking Mystique here, not Risty Wilde… and he's definitely trying to make Mystique cum for real.

Hissing, the disguised mutant shudders under his enthusiastic, energetic tongue. Thaddeus goes to town on her pussy, trying his damnedest to drive her wild. He does a pretty good job of it too, at least in his honest estimation. She tries to hold him at bay without stopping him entirely again, but when she grips down on his hair hard enough to pull his mouth away from her cunt for a moment 'purely on accident of course', Thaddeus is ready and just goes to town on her with his expert fingers instead.

He's well aware that women fake orgasms. He can look back on his sexual 'conquests' from before he awakened his mutation and recognize in hindsight that a few of his girlfriends had done exactly that over their encounters together. It's part of why even though his powers are selfish and self-centered, Thaddeus always tries to make the experience pleasurable for the other party as well… when he can, anyways.

That all said, he's fairly confident Mystique doesn't fake the orgasm that he brings her to in that moment. Mostly because of the way she tenses up afterwards before relaxing when she doesn't feel any sort of transfer of power between them that would give them away. As she shakes and shudders, squirting all over his mouth and face, there's a slumping in Risty's shoulders that make it clear she's relieved in more ways than one.

Smirking, Thaddeus rises from between her thighs and begins to move over her, climbing atop her as she recovers from her orgasm. Those slitted, satisfied eyes snap open as she realizes his cockhead is suddenly pressing against her slippery wet slit.

"Heh. Now it's time for the main event."

The disguised shapeshifter stiffens, planting a hand on his chest.

"W-Wait… n-need a second… to recover. That w-was… wow…"

Hah. Well-acted. And appealing to his ego as well. Thaddeus chuckles and inclines his head, though Mystique has no way of knowing he's doing so in acknowledgment of her move. Still, it's not like he's going to stick it in without her permission or anything like that. He's not that kind of guy, even with the secrets between them.

Fortunately, just as he's considering how to move this little Chess Game they're playing forward, the door to the dorm room opens and admits Risty Wilde's roommate… and Mystique's daughter. Anna Marie freezes at the sight of him on top of her 'roommate', squeaking as 'Risty' quickly speaks up.

"Close the damn door and get in here, girl!"

In the moment of distraction that Anna Marie's arrival provides, Risty slips out from under him in a way that might have made him suspicious about her true nature… if he didn't already know everything. Even still, Thaddeus keeps the act up as he throws the now standing Risty a confused smile.

"Thought I said I was happy just to spend some time with you, Risty."

Grinning cheerily, Risty just shrugs as she all but skips over to her 'roommate'.

"Sure stud… sorry, Thad… but c'mon now. Two is always better than one, right? And look at this girl… don't you want to be the guy to pop her cherry?"

Slipping behind the other woman, Risty brazenly reaches around and squeezes Anna Marie's chest through her top, causing the goth girl's eyes to go wide and a squeak to leave her painted black lips. Hadn't Anna Marie called Mystique 'ma'? Thaddeus was beginning to think he didn't fully understand their relationship. Like… at all.

"M… R-Risty… w-what are you doing?!"

"Shhh. We've talked about this, sweetheart. You and I both know you have it bad for our dorm's resident male presence. You and I have spent way too many nights talking about how handsome Thaddeus is for you to back out now. Besides, you wouldn't have come running if you weren't interested~"

This is clearly all for his benefit. But unlike her roommate, Anna Marie is not some spectacular infiltrator from the look of things. She bites her lower lip as she stares at Thaddeus' exposed, engorged cock for a moment… before whimpering and shaking her head.

"B-But… I c-can't."

Now, obviously he knows that she means that literally. He doesn't fully understand how her mutation works, but from what little he overheard, he knows it's dangerous for her to touch others with her bare skin. As evidenced by the fact that even now, she's wearing gloves over those pale hands of hers.

"Of course you can~ Not to worry… Thaddeus will wear a condom. Right Thad?"

A condom. Would that seriously work? Or was this just a trap by Mystique designed to knock him out? Was he using Anna Marie's naivety and hope to kidnap him, or was she actually expecting him to be able to help her 'daughter' if that was even what the goth girl was?

His indecision lasts a bit too long, prompting 'Risty' to change tacks.

"But first… I've left him in dire straits, Anna Marie. Look at him. Look at his big, fat juicy cock. Why don't you go over there and help him out a little bit? Keep your gloves on and it'll be fine, right?"

Hesitating for a moment longer, the goth girl finally gets an almost adorable determined look on her face as she nods resolutely. Her 'roommate' pushes her forward for the first step, but once that's done, Anna Marie takes the next several until she's dropping to her knees in front of him.

Thaddeus can't help but feel some trepidation as her gloved hands reach for his cock. He definitely doesn't want to find out what skin contact does. But if Mystique could grope Anna Marie through her shirt without suffering any ill effects from her mutation, then Anna Marie should be able to touch him with gloves on and it would be fine as well… right?

Finally, Anna Marie's gloved hands fall upon his cock, the goth girl suddenly nervous again as she does so. But… nothing happens. Save for that he has a nervous young woman's hands on his dick, of course. And if 'Risty' was to be believed, Anna Marie was a good, wholesome, Southern Christian Girl as well. Then again, he didn't really have to take Mystique's word for it. Now that Anna Marie was here, he could read the poor girl's thoughts, unlike Mystique's closed book of a mind.

… He had to admit, from what he saw in her mind, her worries about hurting him… it made him feel bad for her. Mystique was… well, Mystique. And while she hadn't done anything wrong to him, he also didn't necessarily feel beholden to the shapeshifter in any way. But Anna Marie was clearly desperate. Her mutation made her unsafe to even touch. In fact, from her mind Thaddeus learned that she'd actually put her boyfriend in a coma when her powers first activated, apparently absorbing so much of his life force that he'd fallen into a vegetative state.

That was rough. That was really rough. Thaddeus could feel Anna Marie's guilt over that. Her longing to be able to engage in skin contact again. Her determination to do whatever it took to fix her mutation. That's why, as Anna Marie begins to shift her hands up and down his cock, blushing profusely but also clearly determined to make this work, Thaddeus finds himself conflicted.

If he lets her make him cum, he's not sure what she'll get out of it. He's confident he'll get something out of it of course, but the sex act itself might not be enough to trigger a strong enough boost in her mutation to help her. Meanwhile, the cat would definitely be out of the bag and he's not entirely sure what Mystique's plan is for once he knows Anna Marie is a mutant.

On the other hand, he could go with Mystique's condom plan and hope that one, the condom didn't tear, and two, the condom was thick enough to not count as skin contact for the purposes of Anna Marie's mutation. While he wouldn't exactly be cumming inside of her, Thaddeus' intrinsic understanding of his powers definitely makes it clear that sex, even sex with a condom, is more of a boost than a handjob and facial like they're pushing towards now.

But there is a risk to it for him. Anna Marie… or rather, Rogue as she thinks of herself in her mind's eye, isn't even sure if the condom will work. But Mystique seems intent on going through with it anyways, quickly moving to the nightstand and producing a familiar square package as her 'roommate' strokes his cock with her gloved hands.

Looking between them, Thaddeus recognizes he has a choice to make. And fast.

Honesty

A/N: Everyone comes clean.

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"Alright, enough."

He didn't regret keeping his knowledge a secret from Mystique at first, but at this point it was admittedly getting ridiculous. Especially since the more of Rogue's mind he was seeing through his new telepathic powers, the more committed he was to trying to help the girl out. She might not actually be Anna Marie anymore, at least in her own thoughts, but that didn't mean she wasn't an innocent victim of her own mutation.

Thaddeus couldn't imagine having a mutation that turned on you like that. His had been a complete upside from beginning to end and even when it had brought a handful of different clandestine organizations down on his head, all vying for control of him and his mutation, he'd still been able to use it to get the best deal for himself.

Regardless, there was no real value in holding back what he knew anymore. Not unless he was going to find an excuse to bail on them altogether, but that clearly wasn't in the cards. Which meant once they got him to completion, he would 'find out' that Rogue was a mutant anyways and begin to get suspicious of her and 'Risty'. Better to rip the band-aid off now so they could at least coordinate this whole thing together.

Of course, at his no-nonsense tone and deadpan voice, both 'Anna Marie' and 'Risty' go still for a moment, looking up at him and across the room at him respectively.

"E-Enough?"

Looking down at the girl currently kneeling with his cock in her gloved hands, Thaddeus gives her a broad, reassuring smile.

"Not you, Rogue. You're doing just fine."

Her eyes light up with happiness at the praise for a moment, before she flushes and blushes as she remembers WHAT she's doing 'just fine' with. Averting her gaze back down to his cock and returning to stroking it wordlessly, she doesn't even notice him calling her Rogue, that's how embarrassed she was.

… But Mystique does. Looking up from Rogue over at the shapeshifter, he watches as 'Risty Wilde' stands there frozen for a moment in indecision. He may not be able to read her mind, but he can guess at her thoughts. She's considering whether he might try to hurt Rogue. Whether she needs to leap in to save her adoptive daughter or not.

Whatever she sees in his eyes makes her relax after a moment though, and instead she lets out a good-natured huff as she crosses her arms over her chest and changes back into the blue, yellow-eyed, red-haired form that he's familiar with as her 'normal body'.

"How did you know?"

That gets Rogue to glance back at Risty… only to gape and do a double take when she realizes that her 'roommate' has given up hiding her true identity. Which in turn finally causes Rogue to catch up with the name he used for HER. Pulling her hands away for a moment, the goth mutant bites her lower lip, looking indecisive… until Mystique pipes up.

"Rogue darling, don't stop now. Thaddeus here has already decided to help us… though whether it will have a cost or be out of the kindness of his own heart remains to be seen."

Even more hesitant than before now, Rogue nevertheless goes back to jerking him off. Thaddeus, meanwhile, lets out a shuddering breath as he considers how to answer. Well, cats already sort of out of the bag anyways with him knowing Rogue's new nomenclature. As far as he knows, they've been very careful not to use that name since arriving here. Not a single time. So… he'll skip the rest and just go straight for the obvious.

"I just spent the weekend fucking Emma Frost silly in what I think might have been the most expensive, luxurious penthouse suite in the city."

Both Rogue and Mystique freeze up at that. Rogue doesn't know who Emma Frost even is, but she does understand the rest to now be imagining him with some sexy, indistinct bombshell in a really ritzy, rich-looking bedroom at the top of a skyscraper. Her feelings of inadequacy skyrocket as a result, but Thaddeus can't give her much more than a soft, kind smile as Mystique hisses and demands his attention back on her.

"You gave that woman more power? How strong did you make her, exactly?"

The smile he gives Mystique is not nearly as soft or kind.

"That's between me and her, Mystique. Just as this encounter will be between the three of us."

For a moment, Mystique looks like she wants to press the issue. But she recognizes the olive branch that Thaddeus is holding out as a peace offering and rethinks her next steps. After a long moment, she lets out a shuddering breath.

"Yeah? You won't tell her about us then?"

Well, he could lie some more here, but…

"I already told her about you. I told her about you, about the X-Men, about the government agent masquerading as our RA, and even about the two girls at the end of the hall who may or may not be bonafide superheroes."

Well, he was pretty sure Gwen was definitely a superhero, obviously. It was just Doreen that he didn't really have a clue about yet, save that her and Gwen weren't more of a pair than just roommates.

Mystique's yellow eyes get progressively wider and it's obvious she didn't know half of what he just spilled. Which is surprising, because given her powers, she seems like the perfect infiltrator for gathering intelligence. She must have been so focused on him that she didn't give anyone else around them the time of day.

"Emma already knows about all of you… and she knows I'm liable to fuck you all and eventually reveal myself to you as well. So long as you don't force my hand, I don't see why she would need to know anymore details than that… at least from me anyways."

He couldn't promise she wouldn't learn more about Mystique's motivations, or any of the others, from other sources. But unless she asked point blank, he wouldn't tell her about Rogue's issues or anything like that. Mostly for Rogue's sake, not Mystique's.

He can see Mystique is still troubled so he goes for the jugular.

"Enough bullshit, Mystique. We're all on the same page now. So let's get down to brass tacks. What are we doing here? What are we trying to achieve?"

Seeing how he already knows; he punctuates his statement by throwing a meaningful look down at Rogue. Rogue, who is currently alternating between giving him peeking glances and trying her best to just stare at his cock and continue stroking it. She's not bad, to be clear… she's just inexperienced. And Thaddeus isn't about to cum that easily from a handjob, not without wanting to. He can basically hold back his release indefinitely until he gets the answers he wants to hear from Mystique.

"… Fine. Right. Well, as you already know, this is Rogue. Her Mutation… is Absorption. If she makes skin contact with anyone, she absorbs their life-force. If she maintains that skin contact for too long, she takes memories… and even powers. And in turn, anyone she touches is rendered unconscious at best… and put in a coma at worst."

Left unsaid but read loud in clear in the look Mystique gives him, is that the actual worst case scenario would be death. But obviously, from both Rogue's mind and Mystique's eyes, that hasn't happened yet thankfully. Still… that's scary to think about. All that stands between Thaddeus and having his powers and life-force drained away right now is a pair of gloves.

Of course, he already had a pretty good idea of all of this from reading Rogue's mind. Mystique laying it all out like that just make it more real… and a little more chilling.

"Alright then. So we're hoping that having sex with me will give her control."

Less of a question and more of a statement, but Mystique nods all the same while Rogue looks up at him hopefully.

"That's the idea, yes."

Thaddeus tilts his head to the side and hums.

"… What if it just elevates her power from skin contact to an airborne aura though?"

Rogue's hopeful expression crumbles and she actually jerks her hands back off his cock as the thought fills her with unspeakable dread. It's one of her worst fears, he belatedly realizes. Not just being unable to indulge in skinship, but also being unable to so much as be in the same room as other people. Total isolation outside of technological means of communication. The poor girl fears that more than anything.

Mystique, meanwhile, scowls angrily.

"That won't happen."

But she doesn't sound one hundred percent confident of that statement. In fact, while Thaddeus still might not be able to read her mind without alerting her and likely pissing her off, he can tell that she's not sure what WILL happen. They're in uncharted territory here. This is a lot to do for someone else, Thaddeus suddenly realizes. His eyes narrow as he looks at Mystique.

"… Why are you doing this, exactly? What are YOU hoping to gain from Rogue being able to control her powers?"

Mystique stiffens at the implied accusation.

"You should already know that she's my daughter. Adopted of course, but still mine… and my partner's. We will do anything to help Rogue. Anything at all. There's nothing more to it than that."

Isn't there though? But before Thaddeus can grill Mystique any harder, a paradoxically timid but strong voice comes from down between his knees.

"S-Stop."

Looking down at Rogue, Thaddeus is surprised to see the goth coed glaring up at him.

"My mamas have been nothing but kind to me when e-everyone else turned their back on me. They took me in and looked after me. I don't… I don't want to hear you talking bad about them."

Cute. In a deadly, dangerous sort of way, but cute, nonetheless. He can see it in Rogue's mind, her certainty that Mystique and Destiny, her other adoptive mother, love her with all their hearts. And maybe they do. Without access to Mystique's mind, he can't know for sure. Still, he can also see in Rogue's mind that continuing to push the issue might result in her attacking. Or at least gaining an increasingly unfavorable opinion of him, making it easier to fight him in the future if it comes down to it.

Thaddeus wants nothing more in that moment then to explain to Rogue that her mothers are leaders within a terrorist movement. The Brotherhood of Mutants hurts people, and sure it's been some time since they've been in the spotlight seeing as their leader Magneto is currently behind bars, but that doesn't mean anything. They still hurt people.

He didn't want that sort of life for Rogue anymore than he'd wanted it for himself to be honest. And something told him that if he helped her learn to control her mutation, Mystique would in turn want to turn her into an asset for the cause.

… But maybe he was wrong. And maybe it didn't matter.

"Is this where we part ways, Thaddeus? If you want nothing more to do with us, I understand. We did come here disguised and relying on subterfuge to get our way. But if this is it, I would prefer to hear it straight from you right here and right now so we can get out of your hair."

Throwing the ball into his court. Making him the bad guy if he refuses to help. Thaddeus smiles ruefully and shakes his head.

"Never said any of that and I'd thank you not to put words in my mouth, Mystique."

Looking down at Rogue, he nods at her.

"I want to help you, Rogue. But knowing everything I know now; I don't think going straight to the condom is the best idea. Let's start slow and small, alright? Jerk me off and we'll go from there."

The sudden turn back from the serious into the sexual clearly gives the young goth coed tonal whiplash as she blushes hard and glances back at his cock again.

"A-Alright…"

Nevertheless, she reaches out and once again grips his member in her gloved hands, stroking it up and down. Mystique watches this for a moment before sighing and setting the condom aside to walk over.

"Let me help you, darling."

"W-What? Ma, no… I-I can do it…"

"I'm sure you could… but we don't have all day before classes end and others start returning to the dorm. Others who will no doubt be seeking out our golden goose, hoping to get some more golden eggs of their own."

Thaddeus raises an eyebrow at that unflattering analogy, and Rogue gapes at Mystique for a moment. But Mystique just smirks and kneels down, careful not to touch Rogue's skin of course, even as she reaches out and slides her own hands along other parts of his genitals. As her fingers begin to fondle his balls while her other hand helps guide Rogue's gloved palms along his shaft in a more optimal matter, Thaddeus has to admit… she knows what she's doing if nothing else.

But also, there's something undeniably hot about the blue-skinned shapeshifter showing her adoptive goth daughter the ropes, so to speak. Even hotter than just Rogue's inexperienced but cute ass kneeling before him and jacking him off.

Thaddeus could still have held out for a while longer, but what would be the point? Make Mystique desperate enough to use her mouth? Meh, that would just make this more about Mystique than Rogue. Instead, he grunts and groans, letting them go at it for a few minutes before finally letting out a shuddering breath.

"Here it comes…"

Immediately, Mystique pulls her hands away, moving so her lips are dangerously close (for her) to Rogue's ear.

"Go on, darling. And make sure to take as much of it into your mouth as possible. Swallowing his seed might accelerate the power-granting effects of the mutation."

"Y-Yes…"

Looking adorably determined, Rogue focuses hard on the tip of Thaddeus' cock, sliding her gloved hands up and down his length even harder and even faster. At the same time, she opens her mouth wide and lolls out her tongue, trying to aim him right into her gaping maw.

The display of a virgin trying so hard while her adoptive mother coaches her… it's enough to send him the rest of the way over the edge. Thaddeus groans as he cums in Rogue's mouth, ropes of seed exploding forth from his throbbing, pulsating member. He cums and cums, though she's quickly overwhelmed and coughs a little bit as his jizz hits the back of her throat and goes down the wrong pipe.

The rest of his seed winds up covering Rogue's face and breasts, coating the goth coed in cum and making an utter mess of her in the process. She flinches back at that, but Mystique is there to hold her in place by the clothed parts of her body, while also successfully making sure not a single drop gets on herself.

For a moment, all three of them hold their breath. And then… it happens.

Trying Things

A/N: Things move along at a steady pace...

-x-X-x-

The surge of power, small as it is, hits them all, Thaddeus notices. He gets a boost from Mystique on top of what he gets from Rogue since the shapeshifter participated in the whole thing as well. His own weak shapeshifting abilities, which he's had for several months now, grow stronger. On top of that though, there's something else…

"Did it work? Rogue? Do you think you can control your powers now?"

Mystique, of course, only has eyes for her adoptive daughter, still refraining from touching her but looking like she's only waiting for the go ahead before she throws her arms around the girl. Unfortunately, Rogue doesn't give it. With a furrowed brow, the younger mutant shakes her head in confusion.

"I… I don't think so? I… don't know…"

Meanwhile, Thaddeus can tell he definitely got something from Rogue. Something much like her absorption. However… Thaddeus can also tell that he can decide when, what, and how much to absorb. His maximum is only a trickle right now of course, but…

"Mystique. Let me try something."

He offers the shapeshifter his hand and Mystique looks at it with no small amount of consternation. But it's not like she's going to balk now when they've already come so far. After only a moment of hesitation, Mystique reaches forward and puts her hand in his. Nothing happens… because Thaddeus isn't using what he just got from Rogue.

Mystique furrows her brow as she stares down at their joined hands.

"I'm going to use it now. Only for a split second. Ready?"

After another beat, the blue-skinned shapeshifter nods. Thaddeus activates the power a moment later and watches Mystique jerk. He immediately turns it off of course, only leaving it on for a single breath as promised.

"That… that didn't feel too bad…"

Thaddeus shakes his head.

"My version of the power is still weak, so it wouldn't. But more importantly… it's controllable. I can control it."

Rogue flinches at that, but Mystique quickly catches on to what he's saying.

"If you can control it… then you think Rogue should be able to control it as well."

Thaddeus gives a firm nod, even as Rogue's breath hitches and hope spreads across her face.

"Then we need to keep going!"

Mystique looks both determined and excited, glancing between him and Rogue.

"We can't stop here. If we continue as we have been, we might just have a breakthrough!"

She was right, they might. Only… if just a handjob wasn't enough to give Rogue control, that might mean they would have to go further. They would have to go all the way. And that meant being inside of Rogue. Full sexual intercourse usually required tab P to go into slot V after all.

"I want to try something else before we continue. Rogue, can you take off one of your gloves and hold out your hand?"

The young woman hesitates at his request but Thaddeus doesn't mind. He knows he's asking a lot. Eventually she glances to Mystique for guidance and only when the shapeshifter gives her an encouraging smile and a nod does she do what he asks. Staring down at Rogue's pale palm like it's a poisonous snake for a moment, Thaddeus wonders to himself if he's really going to go this.

… Yes. Yes he is. Swallowing thickly, the young man slowly reaches out with just a finger. He makes sure his own version of Rogue's power is active… and presses the tip of his finger down onto her palm.

For a brief moment, nothing seems to happen. And then he feels it. The drain. He'd felt it the other way with Mystique before, but if Thaddeus' version of the power was a trickle of absorption, then Rogue's version is a vacuum turned to max. He can feel her draining him… but at the same time, he can feel himself draining her right back.

It's not resistance. It's an exchange. And it's still wholly in Rogue's favor. He's only able to touch her palm for about twenty seconds before he has to pull away, gasping for air, his heart pounding overtime in his chest. He recovers his vitality almost immediately though once they've lost contact with one another thanks to all of his time with Laura. It's interesting, while he's in contact with Rogue, he can't rely upon the regeneration factor from Laura to help one bit. But once they're no longer touching, he feels rejuvenated almost immediately.

As Thaddeus soaks up this information, turning it over in his head to make sure he's properly considering it from all angles, Rogue and Mystique are both having their own reactions. Rogue is staring at the point where his finger had been touching her palm in wonder, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape in awe. For the touch-starved coed, this much must be like nirvana for her.

Mystique, meanwhile, has her eyes narrowed as she stares at the palm as well, before finally looking at him.

"Well?"

Rolling his shoulders, Thaddeus glances back at the bed he's currently sitting on the edge of.

"I think… Rogue and I should have proper sex. It'll have to be slow though. Lots of stops and starts. But maybe, just maybe, we'll get something more from me actually fucking her."

He shrugs at the end there, trying to make it abundantly clear that he doesn't know for sure if everything will work out. Mystique nods in understanding, while Rogue… Rogue is bright red and looking highly embarrassed by his words. Ah, right. Almost certainly a virgin.

"That sounds like it might make it hard for you to reach completion though."

Thaddeus prepares to shrug again, opening his mouth to throw out some platitude like 'it is what it is'. But before he can do so… Mystique transforms right before his eyes into a carbon copy of her adoptive daughter. Suddenly, he's staring at two Rogues… though after a moment, the Rogue that's actually Mystique shifts the white streak in her hair into the same purple that Risty Wilde was rocking, making it easier to differentiate between the two of them.

Of course, the absolutely salacious grin that spreads across the purple-streaked Rogue's face a moment later also doesn't really seem like it belongs on the introverted goth coed either.

"Well, stud? How do you want us?"

Thaddeus gives Mystique as Rogue a look at the return of the 'stud' epithet, but Mystique just grins wickedly, her eyes dancing with amusement that suggests she knows exactly what she's doing and just doesn't care at this point. Still, it's a good question. He needs a position that he can avoid getting… entangled with. They can't afford for Rogue to grab hold of him or latch onto him in the heat of passion in any way.

He winces a little bit, because this is supposed to be Rogue's first time and a first time should be a little bit more of an intimate affair then the position that comes to mind. But… he doesn't see a safer option.

"Doggystyle."

A slight frown spreads across Mystique's face at that, while Rogue goes even redder and ducks her head.

"I need to be able to pull out quickly and switch between the two of us without any potential interruption. So… I think from behind is going to have to be the play."

He rubs the back of his head, trying his best to show that he understands the position isn't ideal. In the end, Rogue doesn't seem to have it in her to voice an opinion on the topic. Meanwhile, Mystique mulls it over for a moment before finally nodding.

"You're right… there's no other way. Come on Rogue. Get cleaned up and then finish stripping down and let's get in position so Thaddeus here can fuck us both silly~"

The two near-identical goth coeds rise to their feet at that, with Rogue doing as she's told even though her blush is downright atomic at this point. He feels for the poor girl, he really does… but this is the best chance of getting her what she really wants… the ability to touch anyone at any time, not just him. A poor first time is a small price to pay for something like that, Thaddeus figures.

The two Rogues move onto the bed once they're both completely naked, their pale bodies exposed as they crawl up on all fours about a foot and a half apart. No point in them accidentally touching after all. If that happened, Mystique would be down for the count in no time. Once they're up, Thaddeus moves into position behind the actual Rogue. He hover-hands her hips for a moment, lining up his cock with her waiting pussy lips as best he can without actually touching her and holding her in place.

"Alright… it's going to have to be fast Rogue. Sorry. Might hurt at first."

Finally, the young mutant woman breaks her silence.

"I-It's okay… please… I need this."

Thaddeus can't help but grin a little. He's used to hearing those words to be honest. Lots of women have said that sort of thing to him before. But he knows Rogue doesn't mean it like THAT and that's pretty amusing.

… Or maybe she does. Grabbing her by the hips and thrusting forward into her pussy in the same moment, Thaddeus immediately feels her mutation trying to drain him as he counter-drains her in response. He also feels just how wet she is, however. Her hymen tears on the spot, her virginity taken on his very first thrust, but Rogue… Rogue is very turned on right now.

He wasn't expecting that, but maybe he should have. All of this… even if it wasn't ideal, it was still Rogue's dream come true, wasn't it? All she wanted was to be able to touch and be touched. But when had she started getting so wet? Was it when she'd walked in on him and Mystique going at it? Or when she'd been giving him a gloved handjob and anticipating what would happen once he came? Or could it have started as late as him touching her with just his finger for a couple dozen seconds?

… Either way, Thaddeus realizes he can't let himself get distracted or caught up in all of that. He's been thrusting into Rogue for half a minute by this point and he quickly pulls out, realizing he'd been getting way too caught up in the moment. Her cunt was deliciously tight and wet as it had wrapped and gripped around his cock and Thaddeus had enjoyed it far too much… to almost dangerous levels.

His vitality begins to recover swiftly once he's no longer touching her, though the whimpering mewl Rogue makes definitely tugs at his heartstrings. Still, Mystique is wiggling her own ass back at him and Thaddeus doesn't hesitate to take her up on her offer. That said, he also doesn't let himself get distracted again. It wouldn't do to get caught up in fucking the wrong Rogue, after all.

Pistoning in and out of Mystique's own pale, identical behind for a few moments, enjoying her tightness and wetness just as much as he'd enjoyed the real Rogue, Thaddeus grunts and pulls away after another half a minute. That's how he'll do it. Thirty seconds in one, thirty seconds in the other. That should be more than enough time for him to recover.

And so he settles in to work. Thirty on, thirty off. It really is a bit tasking; Thaddeus has to admit. As fun as it is to fuck two identical, beautiful goth twins in their dorm room, the enjoyment is somewhat derailed by the context of the situation and the exhaustion that Rogue's mutation invokes. If he hadn't already fucked Laura so damn much, if he hadn't already had so much sex since his own mutation activated that he was pretty much superhuman… Thaddeus isn't sure it could have worked.

But Mystique was right to bring Rogue here, to try and ingratiate them with Thaddeus and get his help with this. He felt like his unique circumstances made him one of the best people for the job.

Still, the sex is… well, rather janky to be honest. Rogue and Mystique are both moaning while he's inside of him, but he has to pull out too soon to really get their engines revving. That doesn't stop him from doing his damnedest all the same, and he DOES manage to extract one orgasm from them apiece before the end. Not that it means anything, it's more for his own pride than anything else.

But then it arrives. He's getting close. He's going to cum.

"I'm about to blow… might get more of a benefit if I cum inside Rogue…"

Those words are intended for Mystique, since she's sort of 'supervising' this whole thing and he's been bouncing ideas off of her this entire time. But funnily enough, it's Rogue who answers with a squawk.

"Y-You can't! I'm not on birth control… and I'm not ready to b-be a mother!"

Ah. That was… a fair point. Of course Rogue wouldn't be on birth control. She wouldn't have to be, not when she quite literally couldn't even touch people before today, let alone have sex with someone.

Nodding her head in agreement with her adoptive daughter, Mystique is quick to suggest something else.

"Cum all over her, just like before."

Rogue blushes hard at that but doesn't reject the proposal. And so, with a shrug, Thaddeus pulls out at the last second and proceeds to cum all over Rogue's ass and back, coating her backside in his seed just as he'd coated her front.

Like before, they all get a surge. Again, his shapeshifting abilities grow a bit from Mystique's participation. Again, he finds himself gaining the ability to absorb more from others that he touches. However, he still has complete control over the mutation. He can even change just how much he's absorbing, turning it up from a trickle to a slow draw and then back down again.

Narrowing his eyes, Thaddeus experimentally reaches out and grabs Rogue's leg, seeing how the rest of her is currently a bit messy. The female mutant jolts as he rubs her skin experimentally. Hm… it was as he'd come to suspect. He DID get more from these transactions then the women did. His version of Rogue's mutation had grown stronger than hers had from their copulation, meaning he could now touch her for longer periods of time without risking falling into a coma.

"Rogue? Anything?"

Still on her hands and knees, biting her lower lip, Rogue shakes her head as Thaddeus finally removes his hand from her leg.

"N-No… n-nothing…"

Mystique frowns but looks just as determined as ever.

"Then we just have to keep going…"

That is one option. But Thaddeus isn't sure it's the correct one at this point. They aren't helping Rogue gain control. They're just making her mutation stronger. Maybe more sex might unlock the ability to control her absorption powers, but Thaddeus hadn't started out with his uncontrollable… he'd been able to control them from the start…

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