Wahoo! ff.net's sorta up, enough to post this finally! Whee! And things are starting to get weird for poor old Pie & Wanda.

Brotherly Love II
-- A Sister's Flame
By Michiru

Chapter 8

"What the hell is going on in here!?"

Pietro woke to the loud, angry sounding statement. He pushed himself up

slightly, and looked over Wanda to see Mystique, standing in the doorway. She

hit the lights. She had her hands on her hips, and looked mad... and scary.

"Ung," Wanda pulled a pillow over her head, rose petals falling to the floor.

Most were pretty mashed looking. She peeked out cautiously, then wished she

hadn't. Busted, and in a very compromising pose.

"Mystique," Pietro sat up quickly, and pulled a sheet over he and Wanda.

Both of them were... naked. Uh oh, he thought with a sinking feeling. She gonna

smoosh us. Like little bugs.

Mystique took in the sight of Pietro and Wanda in bed together. Neither

were wearing anything but a sheet. There were half melted, lit candles all over

the room, and the scent of roses was almost overwhelming.

Wanda turned half over, pulling the sheet up to her throat. She blinked for

a moment. "Holy, shit," she muttered, sitting up.

"Whoa! What's going on here?" Todd peeked into the room, head visible

from around Mystique's enraged form. "Pietro... whoo... hooo-oooly!"

"Get out of here, Toad," Mystique growled.

"You and WANDA?" Todd looked stunned. "Wow! How's she in bed?"

Pietro grinned and winked at Todd one moment before the smaller boy

was picked up and thrown down the hallway by Mystique.

"When I say get out of here, I mean get OUT OF HERE!!! And NOW!!!"

Mystique shouted.

"Sure thing Boss Lady," Todd's small voice quavered from down the hall.

She slammed the door shut, then turned to face the guilty party.

We're sunk, Wanda thought. She's going to send me away. She's going

to throw me out. Sleeping with Pietro... it must disgust her... we must... Pietro's

hand slid up and over her bare back, resting on her shoulder. He pulled her

closer. She relaxed slightly, and eased into his embrace.

We're sunk, he thought miserably. She's gonna send us to XAVIER'S to

straighten us out. Uuuugh...

"I cannot believe this!" Mystique began to pace back and forth. "Under

this roof... I can't believe this!! Do you two have even one iota of sense between

the two of you? No! Obviously! I know! You share everything! Same genes,

same brain! Same BED!" Rose petals swirled around her feet.

"Under my roof this has been going on! You two HATED each other!"

"I never hated Wanda," Pietro cried out.

"Well she hated you," Mystique hissed. "Now look at the two of you!

Naked, cavorting in bed like two... like two little... sluts!"

"She is not a slut!" Pietro yelled.

This is weird, Wanda thought to herself. She's not really remarking on our

familial relationship, just the sex part.

"No, she isn't, YOU are!" Mystique yelled. "She's a tramp, a harlot! A

brazen hussy who's slipped into your bed and tried to weaken you! How can you

think about training when she's softening you up! When sex is involved, men

think with their brainless little heads!"

"That's not true," Wanda shook her head.

"Yes, it is! He's supposed to be getting toughened up so he can defeat

the X-Men! Not lounge in bed all day with a strumpet. I am ashamed of you,

Pietro! She doesn't know any better considering her past, but you! You should

know that all your family ever does to you is betray you! Where has your father

been while you've grown up, Pietro? Hmm?"

"Stop it," Pietro whispered.

"He's never paid any attention to you. He only comes for you when he

has 'need of your services'. Where was he during your basketball games?"

"Stop it!" Pietro repeated, louder.

"I would NEVER betray him!" Wanda shouted at Mystique.

"And I believe that, yeah," Mystique rolled her eyes.

"You take that back," Wanda's eyes narrowed, moving up to her knees.

"Wanda, please, no violence," Pietro murmured, trying to pull her down.

"No violence? Do you hear her, Pietro? She's trying to GOAD you into it."

"No, she's trying to goad YOU into it," Pietro told her, looking worried.

"Look, I don't CARE who the hell you sleep with, but you BOTH stay out of

each others' beds. I do NOT want ANY of my soldiers sleeping with each other!

Keep all your sex out of the house," Mystique growled dangerously, then stalked

out.

"Oh, shit," Wanda slumped, running fingers through her hair.

"She didn't care," Pietro blinked.

"Of course she cared, didn't you hear her?"

"No, Wanda. She didn't care that it was you and me. She cared that it

was two of US. The Brotherhood. She didn't give batshit that it was Pietro and

Wanda Maximoff, the twin brother and sister, committing incest. She cared that it

was two members of the Brotherhood," Pietro looked stunned.

"Big deal. Main problem is we've been busted," Wanda got up, letting the

sheet slide onto the floor in a white puddle.

Pietro admired the sight of her firm body, while pondering the dilemma.

"Oh, that's no problem. We just be more careful. I love you. And anyway, if it

means abstinence for awhile, we just be celibate. Tough, but worth waiting for."

Wanda leaned down and gently kissed Pietro's lips, stroking his hair softly.

"I love you, too," she whispered, lips brushing his as she spoke.

Pietro smiled at her, then watched her as she pulled away, and began to

hunt down some clean clothes. "What I don't get is why she didn't care that it

was US. I think she'd be just as mad if it were you and Lance."

"I'd be mad too," Wanda grinned over her shoulder. "Crazy, mad, that is."

"Ha ha," Pietro snickered sarcastically. "Angry then."

"Simple, Pie-darling. Mystique has the morality of a back alley cat.

Simply stated: none. She doesn't care about the taboo," Wanda pulled on a

silken robe, and began to gather up her clean clothes. She paused for a moment

and blinked. "I guess that states something about us."

"What's that?" Pietro asked, pulling on his jeans, and grabbing his shirt.

"We still HAVE morals. Wow. Concept," she gave him a crooked smile.

"Less and less all the time, sexy," Pietro laughed, then took a second to

blow out the candles.

"But really. We basically agonized over the decision before it was made.

Well, you did, anyway. But you thought about it a couple weeks longer than I did.

I only thought a few hours. But we still worry about what the others will say.

Does that make us... I dunno... savable?"

"I'm already saved by you," Pietro grinned.

"You really are a brat," Wanda laughed, leaving the room, and walking

toward the bathroom.

"Really think so? Thanks!" he added, following her.

"You!" she gave him a bit of a push.

"Ha!" he zipped ahead and ran into the bathroom, shutting the door.

"Hey you!" she pounded on the door. It slowly fell open. She laughed

and crawled in. "Brat!"

TBC

**Disclaimer**

I do not own any of the characters within this fic (as much as I wish I did). I am poor. All I own is a lousy computer and... well... nothing good. This is just a fic, not gospel, and situations that may be within the show don't necessarily make their way here. (Even though we wish they might.) And vice versa. Boy, you can count on that one!