This is basically just another chap-let, cuz it's so darned short, but still nice! And I'm sooo happy everyone seems to like the review response section! I do like showing the people nice enough to review that their time and effort are important to me! You're not just numbers! THANK YOU ALL! ::sniff:: Luv you guys!!! :D

I just got home from my EVIL early morning staff meeting -- apparently, some bimbo from another office is gonna be coming to observe all of the employees at our branch this week, to make sure we're being the sweetest, most artificial phonies we can be! >:D There aren't words in the English language descriptive enough to explain how badly this is gonna suck. I am so tempted to screw up on purpose, just so I don't have to worry about it... heh heh heh... but then my manager would probably fire me. The heinous bitch. She already thinks I'm a nut cuz I'm mumbling things about people and Jeeps all the time in the drive-up... Let's just say this: if Psycho B does not get her caffeine ration (i.e. Starbucks Frappaccino) that day, our branch will fail. Hands down. ^^M

And response to... (don't bother reading unless you've reviewed/read the reviews recently)
*DarkFire: Some people can pull off making Tabitha tolerable -- and you are one of those people. Just because I refuse to subject myself to trying to accomplish that in my own fics doesn't mean I'm gonna swear off all other Tabby fics! I just don't think I could portray her in a un-biased light if written into my own fics, and that wouldn't be fair to me or the people who read my stories. Does that make sense? I hope so! :P So, yeah -- usually fanfic Tabby and TV Tabby are totally different, and it's kinda like a completely different character... I'm gonna stop babbling my way into a hole now... XD But do you see what I'm saying?
*mass-destruction: `Kay! ^_^
*Sky_Angel: Well, how "exciting" can I really get within the B-Hood house? It's not like anyone but Todd and Freddy could have walked in... there's no random people that happen to walk around their home looking for trouble (I think...) so yes, there will be some minor rifts within the Brotherhood, mostly with Toddles. He's not taking it so well, as you saw last chappy... but don't worry about there being more. There will always be more, unless I say otherwise. ^^
*SailorWade: Don't worry about long reviews -- I like `em! :D I always feel bad about begging for reviews, but it's like, "everyone else is doing it, and even shitty stories get reviews, so BOW DOWN TO THE ALMIGHTY PSYCHODELIC BARFLY and review!!" >:D But, uh, yeah -- I try not to review stories that suck, because I don't wanna lie and say it's reallyreallyreally good, but I don't wanna flame either. But just because I don't say anything and review doesn't necessarily mean that I didn't like the fic -- it's entirely possible that if it's old, I reviewed as a smiley face, or just simply "anonymous" or never got around to reading it... ::sweatdrop:: I'm sure a lot of stories on ff.net are written by the people in the age group the show is actually aimed at, so it's to be expected that some fics will be of a lesser quality than others (not all fics are written by people who have high school and/or college educations under their belts!). I still feel a little inadequate sometimes when I re-read the fics that were my first inspirations, because compared to them, I still suck. And prolly always will! :D The second season of Evo is severely lacking in B-Hood, so it's not a total loss if ya can't see it... try going to a site that has RealPlayer formatted movies you can download and watch the eps from. I know of such a site, lemme know if you're interested!
*Alex Destine: Hey, if you really wanna watch, I'm sure the boys wouldn't mind... >:D Toddles may very well be scarred for life -- I mean, two and a half (Freddy is questionable to Todd at he moment) of his "brothers" just turned out to be gay! Wouldn't you be messed up? Lance and Pietro are gonna hafta find some valuables in Mystique's room to sell to pay for poor Toddykins' therapy! ^_~
*Casey Greengate - the snow ninja: I realize now that the threat of Pietro and Lance coming after all the non-reviewers may have been a bad idea... personally, I'd kinda like it...! So that is no motivation for anyone to review! Dang! :D A total bong moment needs to be worked into my storyline. It's just too good an opportunity to pass up! ;D
*Cherry Drop: Ramble all ya want, doll -- I like it! ^_~ And DO write a L/P slashfic! DO IT NOW!! God knows there's a deficit on ff.net. I can bite someone, but I can only do so much! (Where the hell did that come from? It just popped into my head! Ahh, that's right -- I think it's Dr. Doolittle. The raccoon thing or whatever. Raccoons are nifty!) ^_^ And I like how ya pointed out your favorite lines from the chappy -- I do that a lot too in my reviews!
*Yami no hikari: I try! :D

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?)

"Sooo..."

Pounce!

"Mmm - mmph!" Lance broke the hasty kiss, shocked that Pietro would be so willing to continue after the little episode involving their cover being majorly blown. No pun intended.

"What?" Pietro asked offhandedly, waving it off as if it didn't matter one iota that their friends had just walked in on them having sex.

"Pietro, Todd and Freddy just walked in on us having sex!" Lance reminded the smaller boy, as if he could have forgotten.

"No, they didn't," Pietro stated simply. "As I recall, we were just fooling around -- there was no sex involved."

Lance was flabbergasted. "What do you mean, just `fooling around'? We don't know how long they were standing there watching us! They could have seen ALL of it!"

"Lance, calm down. Look at the time. Those two couldn't possibly have been home long enough yet to see more than they did."

Lance blinked. "That doesn't make any sense!"

Pietro sniffed. "Of course it does! I know what I'm saying!"

"Whatever..."

"Sooo," Pietro started, changing the subject, "I see you still haven't gotten to, uh, take care of that," Pietro said, nodding towards Lance's groin. He was still hard, whether from arousal or embarrassment, one couldn't be quite sure.

"How can you even think of that right now?" Lance inquired, somewhat turned on by the fact that Pietro wasn't put off by the recent intrusion.

Pietro smiled; he knew his mouse was responding to the cheese.

"Whaddya say we take care of that for ya?" Pietro offered.

"Here?"

"No, dummy, in the backyard. Of course here!"

Lance had honestly figured his relationship with Pietro was over when he saw those two lurking in the doorway. But here he was, being pressured into sex by his pale counterpart. "Well, if we're gonna do it, we should probably get it over with before they come back..."

"Read my mind," Pietro mumbled before settling between Lance's thighs, latching onto his shaft and sucking for all he was worth. It wasn't long at all before Pietro felt Lance's prick throbbing in his mouth, and with one final *swirly* thing, Lance exploded down his throat, the house slightly trembling on it's foundation. Pietro didn't notice until he'd finished that Lance had been holding both his hands; his fingers laced through Pietro's own.

Pietro awoke some time later; it was already getting dark. Momentarily disoriented, he tried to sit up, realizing after a pain filled cry from Lance that he'd fallen asleep on top of the older boy, and consequently, they had gotten "stuck together." (A/N: Yeah, yeah, that really sucked the first time that happened to me... never again!)

"Sorry, sorry..." Pietro muttered, crawling up to settle beside his new lover. Lance turned on his side, facing Pietro, and reached out a hand to trace the contours of Pietro's lips in the rapidly fading daylight.

"That was incredible," Lance breathed, bringing his face closer to the slender boy's for a soft kiss. Naturally, the moment was too perfect -- which meant something had to screw it up. That something, in this instance, was Pietro's overactive brain.

Pietro giggled. "Do you realize we just made it on the boss lady's bed?" More giggles.

Even Lance couldn't help but chuckle. "Let's just hope that she doesn't pick tonight to make her grand re-entrance."

"Yeah. Lance?"

"What?"

"That was nice."

"You know what?"

"What?"

"I was thinking the same thing."

PietroSmirk (TM) "I know."

"You know so much."

"I know all."

"Bet you do," Lance finished with a yawn. Making love to a hyperactive speedfreak was sure tiring! Lance cuddled Pietro to his chest, his arms encircling the smaller boy protectively, and allowed himself to drift into a sweet, PietroDreams (TM) filled sleep.

Several hours later...

Lance awoke again to find Pietro looking up at him, an odd expression on his angular face.

"Hey."

"Hey, yourself."

Several moments of silence ensue...

"Wanna fuck?"

"Maybe later, Pietro."

"Aww..."

"Hey, don't sweat it -- we have plenty of time to try any-- and every-- thing we want..."

At this, Pietro brightened. He so loved to hear his shiny, pretty, brand-new Lance talk like that!

Already taking full possession, are we? his muse commented, nodding to confirm the obvious.

Yeah, so? He is mine now, you know... my virgin to properly defile...

Of, course, dear. But let's not waste precious time bickering about Lance ownership -- you just enjoy yourself. I'm going to go take a nice, hot bubblebath to cleanse myself of the lovely things I was forced to witness earlier.

You do that.

I plan to.

Well... good! And with that, Pietro pushed his muse into the bathroom of his brain and locked the door -- from the outside. He didn't need that nosy muse bugging him when he was trying to enjoy his Lance time! (A/N: Hell, yeah!)

"Ya know something?"

"What?"

"Mysti's been keeping us caged here like some kind of freakish homeless beggars under the trestle, while she's been living the good life... I mean, look at this room! It's like... like a palace!"

Lance was inclined to agree -- he'd been too busy to really take notice of the room's features until now, but even bathed in moonlight, the opulence shone through. It reminded him vaguely of French queen Marie Antoinette's ornate bedchamber, a long forgotten image from a school history textbook. So, Mystique's been hiding a replica of a Palace of Versailles bedroom up here, while we starve and freeze to death in the rest of the house. How like her. Then a thought struck him -- they could probably sell some of the crap in this room and make enough money to fix everything they needed to in the house! And then some! Lance shared his idea with Pietro.

"Hell, yeah! Excellent. Now you're thinking like a member of the Brotherhood!" Lance had to smile at this one -- hadn't he been a Brotherhood member long before Pietro showed up?

"I wonder if she's got any cash lying around."

"Probably does, the stingy bitch," Pietro hissed viciously. He was starting to get pissed.

"Calm down, baby," Lance soothed, petting Pietro's head like that of a small child.

Pietro quirked an eyebrow. "Baby?"

Lance grinned like the lovesick idiot he was. "Would you rather me call you `honey'?"

Pietro smirked. "Let's skip the pet names for now, shall we?"

Lance shrugged. "Whatever you say, darling-dearest." ::snicker:: Lance was promptly whapped with a velvet pillow.

"Hey!-- Hey, this is nice..." Lance petted the pillow in admiration, liking the feel of the soft fabric against his skin. Pietro was jealous.

"Well...! What about me?"

"What about you?"

"Stop answering my questions with more questions!" Pietro snapped, getting worked up over nothing.

"Oh, c'mon, baby, you know you--" Pietro whacked Lance again with another pillow. "I thought I said no cutesy names."

"No you didn't. You specifically said `pet' names. I heard you."

Whack goes the pillow.

"Pietro, you'd better cut that out or I'll--"

"Or you will what, Alvers? No, seriously, I'm curious! Whatcha gonna do, Lanciepoo?" Pietro taunted.

That was enough. Lance knew how to shut the little speed freak up. So he pounced.

That's so sweet -- I'm getting cavities! Eh, I watch too much Sailor Moon. Queen Beryl is fun! :D And ooh -- spellcheck almost didn't catch one majorly stupid mistake -- I put "smaller bot" instead of "smaller boy" and it didn't catch it! Good thing I read over it again! Even if "smaller bot" woulda kinda made sense... maybe... okay, no, but still... ^_^ Spellcheck also didn't recognize "bimbo" -- that is a real word, right? Right. Of course it is! Dumb spellcheck! Grrr... And that whole "Pietro and the muse" thing was kinda random -- it probably won't be mentioned again, unless I desperately need filler... ;D

Summary continuation/update: Pietro wants Lance, Pietro makes plan, Pietro accomplishes plan (sort-of) Pietro changes/revises plan midway through, Lance acts on his own unknown-to Pietro-and-himself feelings, Lance blurts out mega serious but true three-words and kisses Pietro due to lack of caffeine, Lance feels guilty but relieved, Pietro freaks out, Todd blabs to Rogue (implied), Pietro confides in Rogue, Rogue comforts Pietro, Pietro goes home to sort things out with Lance, who is taking Mystique's door off it's hinges to gain access to the possible money/jewels/valuables inside so they can fix up the house, Pietro takes over and gets the door off in five seconds, Lance is impressed and says so, Pietro brushes it off and apologizes for being a retard earlier, Lance says it's okay, Pietro jumps Lance and, well, you know... and now they've made it to the bedroom! :D But then! As Lance and Pietro are doing their business, they discover that -- dun dun DUN! -- Todd and Freddy are standing in the doorway watching them! Terrible voyeurs that they are! But Freddy kinda but not really saves the day, and takes the vile Toad away to simmer down! But then, Lance and Pietro share a kinda awkward moment, followed immediately by sex! So all is right with the world. Planets align, cosmic karma waves do whatever cosmic karma waves do, yadda yadda yadda, and everything's peachy keen. Until tomorrow! :D

I think we need to take the lovely little trivia/cool quote(s)/crazy X-Men and/or Brotherhood related thing I do (so ya'll can laugh at me)/random category thing! (TM) to a new level -- so I'm gonna make it interactive! Interactive things seem to be all the rage lately, so instead of making an entirely new fic for it, I will simply use this section! Joy!

So, for today's very first interactive question: How did everyone get hooked on Evo in the first place? Me? I first saw it at the recommendation of a friend -- she said there was "this one girl" on "this one show" that "like, totally kind of looks like you!"... I am not particularly proud to say that this girl was, uh... ::coughKittyPrydecough::... so let's pretend I didn't say it! :D But yeah, dammit, it's kinda true -- other than the irritatingly pink wardrobe the chick has, and (for the most part) the valley girl-ish accent, it's pretty much me. Right down to the blue eyes and brown ponytail (when I'm not in public). I even have the annoying growing-out bangs... crap. I am a cartoon. Maybe I should get royalties...? :P

So, how were you sucked in to the Evo underworld?

::will not beg for reviews, will not beg for...:: Aww, screw it! Please review! Pleeeease! I'll luv ya forever!! I'll give you caaaaandy! :D