Oooh, the big, bad bedroom scene continued! :D Beware, the mad slasher is at it again!

I spy with my little eye... A truckload of new Lance/Pietro fics!! And updates on older ones!!! I can't even tell you all how happy that makes me!! ::sniff:: Okay, I'm better now. :D I'm sooo glad I made that little challenge for ya'll in the first chapter -- even if all the new/updated L/P's springing up have nothing to do with me. ^_^ Make many, many more, people! A few is not enough!

And to respond to Tears Like Blood's comments: Yes, I know I put far too much stuff at the beginnings and endings of my chapters -- BUT that is because I want people to respond to it!! I love you for making me feel like I'm not just doing all that extra typing for my health (not that typing is especially helpful to my health or anything, but, ya know, whatever...) Thank you for taking initiative! You rule! :D I'm that same way; always hitting the refresh button every five minutes to see if anyone's reviewed... I have no life! ::sobs:: But everyone who reviews makes me feel special! Keep reviewing! And since that last chappy was sooo short, this one will be posted sooner than usual. BUT, the shorter the chapters, the quicker I can update, so... I just try to wait long enough to milk the most reviews out of a single chapter, but alas, that doesn't always work. (Dammit.) I've come to believe that it kinda depends on the day of the week you update. Weekends seem to be a good time for soaking up reviews...

And check out �I'LL HAVE THE TAIL, THANK YOU!� by Ramsey; I have a cameo chapter with... LANCE! Woohoo! My dream come true! :D (Yeah, I bet ya'll are so jealous... Teehee!) I'm chapter 38 -- "Psycho In The Air." If you haven't read this fic before, be warned, it can get a little, umm, inappropriate for all you underaged or easily offended peeps out there. It's NC-17. But read it! It's coolies! ^_~ It makes me live up to the "psycho" in "psychodelic"! (A/N: I am aware that "psychodelic" isn't spelled correctly -- the real spelling is "psychedelic," as my spell check eternally points out. But I changed it so that it would have "psycho" in it, understand? ::nod head:: Good. People feel the need to point this out on a regular basis, so there's your explanation. Enjoy.)

Disclaimer: As if! No, really, if you actually believe I own any of this (makes grand sweeping gesture) then I have some prime swamp land down in Florida you may be interested in... No, seriously. I don't own anything. (Duh?)



Chapter five: Just Get It Over With...



Before he could obsess over how wrong and/or right this seemed and possibly change his mind, Lance untucked one side of the blanket from beneath the speedster and climbed into the bed. He scooted next to Pietro, who was curled into a ball on his side in a vain attempt to warm himself, facing the opposite direction. Lance, clad now in nothing but boxers, was feeling more than a little nervous about the other boy's eventual reaction to waking up beside an almost-naked man. He prayed Pietro had liberal views.

Pietro wasn't just acting to keep up with his plan anymore; he was legitimately frozen. He would have been appreciative of almost anyone hopping into bed with him to warm him up. Damn it! Pietro swore mentally, Why did I have to be so damn considerate and give Lance the blanket? It's frickin' freezin' in here! Of course, the fact that this did happen to be Lance who was warming him made the deal a little sweeter...

Pietro relaxed his body against Lance's and allowed Lance to pull him closer. Now, Pietro was praising his foresight -- he'd stripped off his t-shirt earlier in hopes it might come to this (insert evil PietroSmirk (TM) here). Two boys in bed together wearing nothing but their shorts and their smiles -- does it get any better than this?



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Lance felt the smaller teen relax against him and tightened his arm around Pietro's waist. Lance was in seventh heaven -- the boy he'd been secretly sort-of lusting over for what seemed like forever was spooned half-naked with him in bed! From his position behind the downy-haired youth, Lance could smell the faint scent that was just, so totally... Pietro. Lance had no idea what this scent was, he just knew he liked it. A lot.

He was brought back to earth by the sound of muffled giggling. Lance had gone into such a deep `me-giggle-likies-Pietro-lots-giggle-giggle' mode himself that he'd forgotten Pietro was even there!

"Lance!" the speedster hissed softly between giggling fits, "You're tickling the hell outta the back of my head!"

Lance realized he had been doing just that -- Well, Pietro did it to me first! he reasoned. The tickle he'd felt on the back of his own head earlier? Well, that had been Pietro -- breathing, and consequently, tickling the older mutant to no end. All's fair in love and war, Lance recited to himself as he purposely blew on the back of Pietro's head.

"Lance!"

"Whaa...?" Lance feigned innocence through sleep.

"Nothin'."

"'Kay."

"Laaaance!"

"Hmmm...?

"Nothin'."

"'Kay...."



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Todd's eyes grew big as saucers as he peered into Pietro's darkened bedroom. He knew Quickie'd had some sorta problem, and that Lance was helpin' `em out, but since when did anything like that lead to two guys sharing a bed? Now that is just freaky, the Toad commented mentally. Todd wished there was someone in the house he could confide in. He needed a second opinion -- and he knew just where to find it.



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In the wee hours of the morning, Lance was jolted awake by a series of loud, banging clanks, then silence, as the furnace, once again, died. "Damn it!" he swore, not at all happy about the fact that they would have to choose once more between food and heat. Can't afford both, Lance thought dryly. If they couldn't afford much while Mystique and Magneto were there helping them out, what chance did they have now that their two benefactors had vanished?

"Screw this," He muttered under his breath. He wasn't going to be the one to deal with this at -- he glanced at Pietro's bedside clock -- 5:16 in the morning. Lance scowled and burrowed further under the covers, and closer to his Pietro.



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Okay, I didn't wanna hafta bring out the heavy artillery, it's sad that it has come to this, but... I review all of you guys' stories! So you better review mine, or else you will feel the wrath of the Psychodelic Barfly! ^_~ C'mon, it's only fair! I am a review junkie! Satisfy my need for reviews!

Whoops -- I just realized I forgot to tell what happened to Freddy after Pietro's little episode! Just picture this: unable to go back to sleep, Fred goes down to the kitchen for a little late-night snack with Todd, but only Fred makes it back to bed. We all know where Todd went, the nosy little... ^_~

And now, everyone's favorite trivia/cool quote(s)/crazy X-Men and/or Brotherhood related thing I do (so ya'll can laugh at me)/random category thing!

I'll do today's with a wacky X-Men/B-Hood thing I do (yes, I am an obsessed freak. Who knew?)

Okay, here goes: Whenever I'm driving in my car, and see a Jeep Wrangler (be it any color) I screech "It's Lance Alvers and his buddies!!" ala Kitty in The Cauldron part one. Normally, I don't drive anywhere with actual people, I just go work > school > home every day, so this doesn't matter, but recently, my friend (who is convinced that I am addicted to the computer -- like, DUH!) dragged me out of the house to go ::shivers:: shopping. As luck would have it, just as we pull out of the neighborhood on the way to the mall, guess what Psycho B sees? Got it in one: A dark green Jeep just like Lance's. Too good an opportunity to pass up, in my humble opinion. So naturally, I blurt out my catch phrase, and my bud is so startled she nearly crashes her little Honda Civic into another car. Smooth move, O' Master of the Universe. ;D After she calmed down, and I offered a reasonable explanation, she did think it was kinda funny, since she recalled that particular episode (which I made her watch :P). I got to repeat that line several times while en route to the mall, cuz there's so many Jeeps around here (damn outdoorsy people). Hopefully she learned her lesson! Don't separate a Barfly from her computer under any circumstances. ^_~

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