ONE WEEK AND COUNTING UNTIL WANDA ON EVO...
I must be spoiled. I was thinking my Evietro was gonna get the same intricate reviews this
fic gets on a regular basis, but I guess I was wrong. ::sob, sniff:: As usual, it has waaay
more hits than reviews, and so far, all of the reviews are positive, but I want MORE! Do
you understand me? More!! Ahh, I'll stop ranting now. Most of ya'll already read and
reviewed it anyways (but if you did not, go do it right this minute, you slacker!!) and
THANK YOU!! But I *did* enjoy how the non-`Bittersweet' reviewers told me things
like that I was really good, and that I have talent. Not just that the *fic* was good, but
that *I* was good. Yay! Made my day! I wish I could respond to all those other people,
too, but that would be tacky to put up a second "chapter" just for review responses, no? I
thought so. Damn. >:P
This chappy goes into my wide (yeah, right) knowledge of banking. But! It has a
purpose. So be prepared. If you don't understand, just ask. I'll try to help you out! :D
Annnd for some reason, this entire chapter is pointless filler. I just started typing, and
checking my page for new reviews, and typing, and updating my review responses, and
typing s'more, and typing even *more*... and it got all long and pointless and stuff. But!
It had a few cute parts, fluffy crap, a whole lot of Lance and Pie proving that they are
unable to keep their hands and other unmentionable body parts off of each other, and
slash, uh, you know, my usual crap. Just read it! Or not... uh... yeah. So no bitching
about suckful-ness. I already know it sucks. D'oh! XD
AND! Some person I just bought a bunch of Quicksilver comics from on eBay said in my
feedback that I was `quick and easy'. More pointless information, I know. But I thought
it was kinda funny (and true)... -_-
And response to... (don't bother reading unless you've reviewed/read the reviews recently)
*DarkFire: Right ear. Gotcha. Be glad you aren't old enough to work. Work sucks
hard. Thankies for the kind words! ^_^
*R: Right ear again. Two in a row! I do appreciate the vote of confidence, my pet. That
chapter had me looking at my hands in horror, thinking of what I'd just typed and put the
boys through! ^_~ My ex's mom was a florist... grr... and she was a bitch. She did,
however, make me a gorgeous flowered wrist-thingie with roses and stuff for prom for
free, so I guess that redeemed her a bit... anywho! Thanks again for the compliment! ^_^
*[email protected]: Who's to judge whether a fic is good or bad? A wise person knows
when it will do more damage than good to pointlessly criticize someone's work. It is
obvious not every author on this site is playing at the same level, but it is never okay to
flame their asses to a crisp simply because they don't measure up to other authors and
other fics. It's just sadistic, mean and ruthless, and if there is no way to politely offer
constructive criticism, don't review at all. Some ten year old kid is probably having
serious doubts right now about their ability to ever write a decent piece, after seeing the
nasty remarks left by random people. Saying whatever I saw you leave another author,
something along the lines of `if you do this and change that, maybe it will make me not
want to claw my eyes out' IS NOT COOL. It is unnecessarily mean. See the difference?
Eh. I know you probably won't change on my account, but do try not to kill kiddies' self
esteem on a regular basis, `kay? And on the A/N's vs. story review base: whatever people
wanna read, it's there for `em. I would imagine they'd read it all, but ya never know. One
can only converse within the reviews about the actual story so much before everything is
said, thus becoming repetitive and tedious. I like giving people something to think about,
aside from the storyline. It's like two fics rolled into one! A story, and an interactive
thing. Or something like that. I think that's all... please don't rant yourself hoarse trying to
disagree with me. I already know your standpoint. -_-
*terry: A slashy shower scene is definitely in my list of things I wanna do eventually. Just
not now! This chapter has a shower scene, kinda, but not like that. I don't think I could
write another drawn-out slash scene just yet -- it takes a massive amount of patience,
which I am severely lacking at the moment. O.o Eyebrow piercing means you're gay,
too? That's too bad; there's a hot guy at school with an eyebrow ring... oh wait! You
said *girls* piercing their eyebrows! Silly me! I need to read more closely. :D
*GoChi Studios: Guess AOL munched your last email, baby. Screw AOL, the lousy
wankers! >:D Don't bother wiping the hentai grin off your face -- it shall be replaced
soon enough, although not in this chapter (damn!)... O.o Right = gay, left = not gay, both
= wild card. Gotcha.
*Cherry Drop: ::bows:: I rock, you say? Why wasn't Lance informed? That officially
infringes on the copyrights he got control of awhile back, before anyone knew any better...
^_~ Seriously though, thank ya much! Dude, I was a Kurtty shipper back in the day. I
was only teasin' ya about the evil Kurt thing. He's cute in his own way, I suppose. And
Pietro just smacked me upside the head for saying that, just to let ya know... ::smirk::
Metal teakettles bounce? You don't say! I'll have to try that... was it on carpet or tile?
Damn. You can't cook and you're a klutz -- the food industry just ain't for you, babe. (I'm
sure you're real disappointed, huh?) What soap star is coming for a visit? From any show
I'd know, or a British soap? Cast parties should be a blast! ^_^ Heh heh... Psycho B
snagged another slash addict. New converts every day... Do write your own! Wanna see
the slash!! >:D
*Taiorami: Now I *am* curious... just how did you manage to cut off your review,
hmmm...? I am thoroughly intrigued. You weren't the only one on this chappy -- wonder
what's up with that? ^o^ Why the Hell did you pay for the ice cream? For what they
were prolly getting away with paying you (or *not* paying you, your choice, depending
on whether you're a half-full or half-empty kinda person) ya shoulda eaten, uh, twice that
much! Yeah! ::ahem:: So, you're a pierced person? I probably woulda been, too, if not
for the horrific experience waaay back in kindergarten... ::squiggly-wiggly flashback lines::
where the stupid wench at the piercing place got the piercing gun stuck on my delicate,
perfect little ear. Oh, the horrors. And the blood. I happened to be wearing a white shirt
that day, so I looked like some abused kid or something, with blood all over myself...
Needless to say, Psycho B got the service, and the earrings, for free. Fuzzy memories.
O.o Lance is very confused. And Pie is very conniving. A good match, no? Very good
conniving... ::insert insane giggles here:: Dude -- Wanda must be punished. One, for the
pointless, ridiculous helmet-thing, and two, for the dock. Inexcusable. Eh. Hey, maybe
the prof could make a lil' helmet to, like, enhance his wacky brain waves or something, like
perma-Cerebro? That'd work! Not that that man *needs* any more power or anything...
^_~
*Medusa171: Yeah, dude -- I had that saved in my list of thingies to so in this for
*forever*! And I had to snoop through my faves list to find your L/P massage fic, to
make sure I didn't unintentionally copy anything, cuz that would be bad. :: nods:: Very
bad. Plus, yours didn't have the graphic sex mine did (too damn bad, IMHO -- go write
some slash!! ^_~) so I was able to relax a little bit on that aspect... sigh. Wanna see more
other people writing slash, dammit! Everyone's scared off by me, I think. They see how
obsessed I am, and don't wish to be sucked into my warphole of madness. That must be
it! -_- Same views on piercing, then? Right on. :D
*batE: Sure, baby, I'll just send ya some e-chocolate... dude. Do they even have that? It
doesn't sound feasible, but it does sound like something stupid someone would try for
Valentines Day, no? Email candy? Eh. Master of the universe. :D Everyone in Miami is
gay, you say? Fascinating. My grandparents moved down there recently. Should I be
worried? ^_~ The Evo animators were just teasing us by giving Pie an earring! Meanies.
You know what would be even better than Wanda on Evo? Slash on Evo. I'd trade in a
heartbeat. (Duh...) To have an entire episode devoted to Lance and Pietro `finding
themselves'? Oh yes. Can we say highest ratings in history? Pie gay with *anyone*
would actually be doable... no, what am I saying? Damn slash-whore, giving in to other
pairings. Bad, bad, bad! And weak! ::scene switch:: I was trying *forever* to get that
goddamned love scene right -- too much fluff, and you've got an unbelievable piece of
crap that no one will read, but too much brutal, hardcore fact, and it's mechanical and
difficult to look at without wanting to gouge your eyes out with a spork. It *would* hurt,
especially the first time. Certain, uh, parts of the anatomy used in m/m sex are, umm...
*tighter* than female parts. Gives me the willies just *thinking* about that kind of pain.
::shudders:: Anyway, there shall be more smut (as always) but not just yet! Sometime
soon. Can't very well have this fic turn into a Ramsey, now can we? (::readers begin to
beat Psycho B into unconsciousness with various wooden and metal objects:: Boo! Hiss!
::crawls away from the hordes of slash-crazed fanatics:: Dude... take it easy on the severe
beating of the high school child, I bruise easily...) >:D
*Sky_Angel: Hope you're feeling better! The flu sucks. ^_^ Uh, Todd's keeping lotion
under the couch was an innuendo; you're s'posed to use your imagination, as I assume you
did... Anyways, Lance was just being a paranoid little freak with the whole `cradle
robbing' issue. Pietro was looking all innocent and young (and naked...) and Lance just
was sorta like `Whoa...' and he got all disturbed. But he's done now! ~ So my A/N's
saved me from your abandonment? I guess that's good... hey, however I can keep ya'll, it
works for me. Hopefully now, though, you stick around for both the A/N's *and* the
story... ^_^ Right ear = gay. Again. Okay, maybe this is something I should have known
on my own... O.o Slash + favorites list = a good thing. Unless mommy dearest finds it.
>:D
*S.C.: Pietro has the left pierced -- though, the Evo animators may switch this throughout
the different episodes. The ones I physically remember watching had it on the left, or
non-existent, unless I just somehow missed it. I haven't actually watched all the eps since
wondering and purposely looking for an earring. It depends on the particular animation
team, I suppose. ::shrugs:: ^_^
*SailorWade: 1. Okay, fine, *some* monkeys might be cool... just not the blue-assed one
that tried to escape, dismember me and devour my brain... x_X
2. Sailor Moon popping up again! I know, whenever I hear about any `Luna' I
immediately think Sailor Moon's lil' black cat. Oh well. And the website you left me on
Gambit isn't "responding" whenever I try to go to it, but I'll keep at it. Prolly just really a
busy place! :P
3. I hope the whole movie's not just Wolvie jacking around up north. I want some new
mutant action! I actually heard speculation that Nightcrawler would be in the second one,
but then again, I hear lotsa things... in my head. O.o It would be soooo cool if they had
Quickie and Av in it, too! (Damned slash-whore... ::shakes head sadly, giving up
resistance::) :D
4. Naughty Psycho B, indeed. On top of my fine, the jerkoff copper stole the four dollars
I had in my wallet! Jerk! I know now I shouldn't have handed him over my entire wallet
just because I couldn't get my license to slide out. Shoulda made `em wait. ::I smell
bacon, I smell grease... I smell the Douglas County Police!:: (I'll give ya extra credit if
you can figure out where Douglas County is... like in what state. I bet almost every state
has a Douglas County, though, so never mind...)
5. That muse theory does make sense... but I prefer not to listen to a handful of my
muses, because they do nothing for me. Useless freeloaders. ^.^
6. Something About Mary... ::snickers:: Okay, next time, make sure you don't have
anywhere to be before attempting to battle the can of doom.
7. Lance always wants to do wicked things to our boy Pie. Cannot be helped. >:D
8. You know, I've been trying to sort out my `Bittersweet' timeline, and according to it,
this entire fic doesn't even span a week so far. Scary, no?
First day, Pie makes plans, then that night tricks Lance into his bed. That is like Sunday
and Sunday night/Monday morning.
Second day, Monday, Lance stays home to fix the furnace, and everyone else goes to
school. Pietro freaks out, has a little talk with Rogue, and goes home to see Lance. Then
they have sex, and Todd and Freddy walk in on `em!
Third day, Tuesday, the two lovebirds go to Starbucks, then school, have a spat with Evan
and Kitty, and have accident, and go to the X-Men. Todd and Fred stay home, and stay
up late (as in all night) to see Lance and Pietro come home early...
Wednesday morning, the fourth day, where they also have an uneventful day of sleeping
and eating Taco Bell for dinner... afterwhich, Pietro spills the beans about his mysterious
past and he and Lance fall asleep on the couch. Which bring us to...
Thursday, where Lance goes shopping, Pietro whines and watches Jerry Springer and
Jackass, Todd and Freddy go to school, and Lance has a `muse session'. Oh yeah, and
Lance and Pietro have massages and more sex! This chapter is pretty much Thursday late
afternoon/evening. :D
9. Yes, there is a side reserved for gayness, but I don't know which side it is, officially.
10. !!! Dude.
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 twenty: We're In The Money!
Lance left Pietro curled comfortably on his bed, freshly washed, and went to hit the
shower himself. Being the gentleman he was, he had allowed Pietro to go first. This
probably had something to do with the fact that Pietro's showers took, on average, under a
minute. No skin off Lance's nose. Pietro was long finished and lounging on Lance's bed
before the rock-tumbler had even gathered his towel and fresh clothing. He would have
offered to share their showering time (::double your pleasure; double the fun::) but the
shower stall's size left much to be desired. `Now *that* would be something worth
checking out in Mysti's room,' Lance thought to himself as the water pounded his skull. `I
bet she has an awesome bathroom...' He made a mental checklist, determined to
thoroughly snoop as soon as he had the chance. He had actually been in the process of
attempting to do so the first time he and Pietro had... uh... yeah. That. Lance smiled at
the memory.
Lance didn't notice how spaced out he was until the cold, ceramic wall tiles coming in
contact with his skin reminded him in a none-too-pleasant way. He'd been leaning too far
toward the wall again. Rats. Scowling, then shifting back into happy-Lance mode, he
finished his cleansing and shut off the sprayer. Once partially dressed, he meandered back
into his room to rouse the sleeping speed demon and request his help in searching the boss
lady's room for cash and valuables. But upon seeing Pietro huddled under a pitifully thin
sheet, fast asleep and adorable, Lance decided to leave him be and go exploring on his
own. But not before covering his mate with another blanket, tucking him in and tenderly
brushing a lock of damp hair off his forehead. `Maybe one more blankie,' Lance decided,
before doing a mental "d'oh!" -- `Shit, did I just say "blankie"? God, Alvers, you are such
a homo,' which brought mad giggles from the brunette. Despite the mental battle, Lance
was already tugging another comforter over Pietro's sleeping form. Walking across the
room, he yanked an old gray t-shirt off of a hanger in the closet, pulled it on, and padded
down the hallway to confront the massive bedroom once more.
***
The moment he awoke and found himself cold, damp and alone, Pietro zoomed around the
house, and finally, into the palatial chambers of the Brotherhood's former
second-in-command, looking for Lance. For a moment, Pietro simply gaped at
everything, unable to hide his shock at seeing the ever-mysterious quarters of their bitchy
part-time leader without his love/lust goggles on. The last time he had been inside the
room, Pietro had been far too busy (::ahem::) to bother checking out the surroundings. It
was awesome! Gilded crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling on either side of the
enormous bed. Thick velvet drapes, held back with roped tassels, covered the massive
windows. Fancy, ornate furniture was placed in an attractive fashion around the room.
The plush carpeting felt soft as a cloud beneath Pietro's slippered feet. French doors
opened to a private balcony. Sheer opulence! They had been surviving in absolute
squalor compared to how Mystique had been living! Pietro seethed for a fraction of a
second, then decided this was for the best -- now he and Lance would have a beautiful
suite here, together, without having to give up their separate rooms. Pietro's mind worked
in overdrive, making connections more quickly than usual, already planning how to use
this new information to his advantage.
Pietro noticed Lance deeper into the room, searching carefully through a cherrywood
armoire. Deciding to leave Lance to his business for a bit since he hadn't yet
acknowledged his presence, Pietro examined the bedding more closely before pushing
back the velvety covering and depositing himself on the bed. Pulling back the covers
revealed flawless white satin sheets. Those he remembered very well. The immaculate
condition suggested they had either been very neat during their little love games (possible)
or that these were some form of very expensive, very rare magical self-cleaning sheets
(most likely, according to Pietro). Did Mystique ever even *use* this room? It looked
untouched, save the parts they themselves had mussed. He looked behind him to find
Lance still searching relentlessly. Pietro was growing bored. He hung himself over the
side of the bed to peer underneath, but found nothing of interest. Except... what was the
flat, black thing pushed way far back? Pietro fell ungracefully to the floor and squeezed
halfway under the bed to reach the mysterious item. A laptop?
Lance's attention was pulled away from the mammoth armoire by the faint sound of
clicking. No, not clicking -- typing. Very fast typing. Quicksilver-fast typing. He spun
around to see Pietro, resting comfortably in the bed, tapping away at a compact laptop
computer, covered in a tangle of wires. `Where the Hell did he find that? How long has
he been in here? Sneaky little devil,' Lance decided, carefully rearranging Mystique's
unmentionables in the dresser drawer to look untouched. Nice little trick he'd picked up
from a kid in his last foster home -- leaving as little evidence as humanly possible.
`Although, anyone could go test those sheets right that minute and find all sorts of dried
bodily fluids... and that would be evidence, my friend,' he reminded himself gently. Ahh,
well. His movements attracted Pietro's attention.
"Lance!" he hissed urgently, "Get over here and look at this! Mystique has a few little
`prospects' she's been keeping from us..."
"Like what?" Lance asked, more than a little curious.
"Look -- all these properties. She owns them. And she's making money off `em, like
Monopoly, with all the houses and hotels."
Lance was admittedly surprised. But the biggest shock was yet to come.
"Oh! Trusting soul she was, not thinking we would ever come across this little treasure,"
Pietro continued, his eyes lit up like twin hot coals. "She even has her passwords saved on
the hard drive. Foolish girl."
"Passwords to what?" Lance inquired. His computer know-how was limited to stealing
test answers and changing grades. Also picked up from his foster home buddy.
"Jackpot!" Pietro squealed, bouncing on the bed in excitement. "Banking passwords!
Oh!-- Lance!-- she's got tons of money! Well, her and my dad," Pietro ran at the mouth,
further explaining a bunch of technical crap Lance didn't really understand. He tried to
look like he was following Pietro's techie babble by nodding and rubbing his chin
thoughtfully. Not that Pietro was even looking at him as he went on and on, raving about
how wonderful everything was.
"Did you know she has millions in obscure, off-shore accounts?" Pietro continued typing
away as he badgered Lance, who finally seemed baffled by the amount of information he'd
just been asked to process. "And, lessee... several hundred thousand in CD's, just over
ninety thousand in her personal account... just at this bank. Still have to check the other
ones saved on here... Lance, are you paying attention?" Pietro demanded, poking Lance in
the arm. "We have money! Well, Mystique and dad have money, but hey! I inherit upon
his death, right? Or whatever happened to him..." Pietro allowed his voice to trail off.
Lance looked up, seeing the vulnerable, emotionally scarred side of Pietro that he normally
kept so deeply under wraps, it was as good as non-existent. Lance saw the shiny tears
threatening to spill from his pale counterpart's blue eyes. He tried to blink them back, but
did not succeed. Two moist trails coursed down his cheeks. Pietro batted at them
immediately, hoping Lance hadn't seen. No such luck.
"Hey," Lance soothed, pulling the smaller boy into a loving embrace and patting his back
comfortingly. "No one really knows what happened to those two. Your dad could be out
there, perfectly fine. He had one asteroid, isn't it possible he had more?" Lance joked,
trying to lighten to mood. Pietro smiled weakly, sniffled, then hiccuped. Lance couldn't
help but giggle.
"Hey! Don't you dare laugh at me!" Pietro sniffed indignantly, turning away from the
older mutant in a pout. Lance was again noticing how absolutely adorable Pietro truly
was. And boyishly charming. And sensually seductive. And... other things. Pietro ended
his pouting session and flopped over onto his belly, taking the computer with him. His
shapely legs swung back and forth in midair, tormenting Lance to no end.
"Wow. The Bayville Bank has a courier service available for `special clients.' Wonder if
that means Mystique?" Pietro wondered aloud.
"Courier service?
"Get with the program, Lance! It means they bring you your money right to the door.
We should try ordering some!" Pietro smirked. "I wonder how much they'd give us in
cash..." His eyes glowed with greed.
"Pietro! We can't do that! Mystique would murder us with her bare hands!" Lance
insisted, appealing to Pietro with his palms up and out.
"Bah," the smaller mutant objected, brushing the last comment off with a flick of the wrist.
He knew that, if what Lance said was true, his father would kill Mystique. Mystique,
Pietro believed, placed too much value on her life to risk Magneto's ultimate wrath. If she
so much as harmed one perfect white hair on his head, daddy would slit her throat without
regret. Not because Magneto particularly cared for the boy, in a familial sense, but
because Pietro, no, *Quicksilver*, was a valuable tool, a nice asset for the team, and their
cause. If those two were even still alive...
"So..." Lance started, trying to snap Pietro out of his stupor. Pietro turned his head
quickly, almost banging his nose on Lance's temple.
"Wanna order some cash? We could get pizza!" Pietro tempted Lance with the promise of
food. That always worked...
"All right, fine, but I'm ordering under protest," Lance cried, his stomach grumbling in
chorus. Pietro giggled a rather unmanly giggle as Lance tackled him, kissing him leisurely
on his pretty pink lips. "Mmmm... almost as good as pizza," Lance said with a smile, as
Pietro pretended to be offended and smacked him with a fringed, tasseled pillow.
"Let's order us some greenbacks, baby!" Pietro cried, wrapping one arm around Lance and
grabbing the ivory and gold-tone princess phone on Mystique's bedside table with the
other. Looking at the phone number on the screen, he jabbed impatiently at the circular
rotary dial, complaining all the while about it not being a phone made for people of his
stature.
***
"Umm, Raven Darkholme, please?"
The hired help looked almost as green as the currency he had hidden in the inconspicuous
leather briefcase he was clutching in a death grip. Pietro took center stage.
"I am Ms. Darkholme's personal assistant, may I tell her who's calling?" he lied through his
teeth, looking effectively harried and busy like one's personal assistant might. He'd had
great fun making an appropriate costume: a three-piece silk suit. Complete with tie and
monogrammed handkerchief. Lance had no idea how Pietro managed to come up with
enough of the expensive fabric to create a suit from scratch. One of the world's great
mysteries.
I'm Stuart. I'm a financial associate of Raven's," `Stuart' lied as well, although not as
attractively as Pietro, Lance noted smugly.
"Yes, well, one moment, please," Pietro closed the door in his face, pretending to leave to
confer with `Raven.' He waited several minutes, which were spent in the kitchen with
Lance, hunched in decision over a pizza advertisement that had come in last Sunday's
paper, then atop the kitchen table with Lance, kissing passionately. Pietro prayed the cash
delivery boy didn't notice the obvious bulge in his trousers.
"I'm terribly sorry, Raven is in a conference call right now, may I leave her a message?"
The boy looked unsure. "Well, will she be available anytime soon? I only require a
signature. I have a package for her," Stuart said in a new macho, unnecessarily
authoritative voice.
"I am authorized to sign for Ms. Darkholme. Let me see the clipboard," Pietro
commanded, snatching the flat writing surface from the bank employee and scrawling an
unintelligible scribble across the dotted line, finishing with a swirly flourish. He handed
Stuart the board, and waited for the package to be shoved into his expectant hands. "I'll
be sure to deliver it to her post haste," Pietro promised with a smile, his voice dripping
with syrupy-sweet falseness. Lance, still hidden in the kitchen, rolled his eyes and
smirked.
"Thank you, sir, have a good evening," Stuart closed the conversation mechanically,
handing over the briefcase. Pietro watched him walk down the driveway and hop back
into a small, teal foreign car.
"Ugh. I hate Hyundais," Pietro complained as he shut the front door. Lance leaned
against the doorframe of the kitchen, a lustful look in his eyes. "Nuh-uh. I want my
dinner first. Start dialing." Lance had waited until they for sure had money before daring
to place an order. He pondered whether to order some for Todd and Freddy, who hadn't
made it home after school. `Might as well,' Lance thought, and sat down at the table to
finish the pizza list.
***
*Ding-dong*
"Dammit," Lance swore as his plaything snuck out from beneath him and bolted for the
door. He'd finally coerced Pietro into a nice little make-out session, and the pizza guy has
to get there. Lance licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste of Pietro's mouth, and
adjusted himself against the suddenly too-tight material of his pants. God, how he wanted
to have kinky table-sex right then. But Pietro didn't feel the same way, apparently,
because he was already snacking on a gooey slice of pizza, the other boxes balanced
precariously on his other hand. Naturally, Pietro didn't want to muss his new silk suit with
pizza grease!
Lance grabbed the stack of boxes before tragedy occurred. Pietro leaned up absently to
peck his cheek in thanks, and settled into a chair, chewing absently, as if he hadn't been
enjoying a furious make-out session a minute before. `That boy can turn his emotions on
and off like a faucet,' Lance though to himself, shaking his head in wonder. Lance
watched him closely, trying to figure out just what the white-haired boy was thinking
about. His question was soon answered when Pietro placed his unfinished pizza slice on
the table, brushed his fingers off daintily and darted out of the room. He returned a
moment later, changed into a tight black t-shirt and silky red pajama bottoms. Lance
hadn't realized he'd stopped chewing to gape at the speed demon until said boy informed
him.
"Lance, you're drooling."
Lance blinked. So he was. But he dared anyone to look at that beautiful boy, looking
divinely wicked in red and black, and not drool. He would challenge *anyone*. "Hey,
Pie?"
A suspicious gaze at hearing *that* tone of voice. "Yeah?"
Lance floundered for a minute, looking effectively flustered. "Would you, uh, I mean...
would you... dance for me...?"
No quite what Pietro had been expecting. A slow grin crept across his face. "Maaaybe."
No eye contact. "What didja have in mind?"
Lance wasn't really thinking along the lines of "Nutcracker," he was imagining more
"Private Dancer"... until he remembered that song was about a stripper. The thought of
having strange men gawking at his naked lover started to piss him off, and consequently,
the house began to tremble.
"Lance, knock it off!"
Nuts. Gotta keep that under control. "Sorry, love. Got a little distracted." Yeah, images
of naked, pole-dancing Pietros tend to do that, stud.
"It's cool... hey, I know what we can do!"
"Yeah?" Lance was intrigued. Hopefully the promised event would lead straight to
Mystique's bed.
"Oh yes, it will be so cool--"
"Hey, yo, do I detect the presence of food in the Brothahood house?" an unwelcome voice
rang out, followed by the slamming of the front door. Todd and Fred. Joyful.
"Whoa-oh-oh, pizza!" Freddy exclaimed, rubbing his large hands together and smacking
his lips before grabbing several boxes and plopping down in his usual seat. Todd snagged
the last pepperoni piece, sitting alone in a box, with his tongue. Lance was glad it was the
last piece, because after that, no one else, save Freddy, would want it. Slimed dinner was
a big no-no in Lance's book, as well as Pietro's. `And dammit!' Lance thought angrily,
`Pietro was just gonna suggest something for us to do! Now we can't. Unless, we head
inconspicuously upstairs...' Lance was assuming, of course, that Pietro wanted another
episode like earlier that afternoon. God, he hoped that was what Pietro had in mind. And
the way he'd said it, that it `was gonna be so cool,' Lance imagined that it might possibly
involve something a little more, erm, *creative* (aka kinky... `Woohoo-- Wait, do I still
have those fuzzy handcuffs from Halloween?-- ah, yes I do. Okay. Woohoo!'). He hoped.
Pietro nudged Lance under the table.
"Let's make a break for it," Pietro whispered, not that he'd needed to, since Fred and Todd
were too busy munching on the take-out to notice or care what was happening around
them.
"Right," Lance agreed, and the both of them got up to leave at the same time. Lance,
being the over-protective fool he was, felt the need to guide Pietro through the doorway
with his hand placed on the small of the white-haired mutant's back. Todd groaned.
"Man, do ya have to do that kinda touching stuff *here* yo?" he asked, squeezing his eyes
shut dramatically and throwing his arm across his face. Todd needn't have been so
histrionic; he truly could have seen worse.
"Shove it, Toad," Lance's voice rang out from the hallway, followed my some muffled
giggles and a *thud*. Todd was fairly certain he knew what that was -- more freaking
kissing and molestation. Didn't those two ever get enough? "Oh, yeah -- stupid
question," Todd muttered under his breath. Freddy looked up from his second pizza box.
"Huh?"
"Nothin' Freddy," Todd mumbled, sliding off the seat and hopping onto the countertop,
noting how badly it needed a good bleach job. Lance had been neglecting the house ever
since that, that *kid* had started giving him, erm... stuff. Todd didn't wish to plague
himself with the vivid memories of just what kind of things "stuff" entailed. He closed his
eyes and took a vicious bite out of his pizza, the scowl set on his face creating an
ass-shaped crease between his eyebrows.
***
Pietro let out a little gasp as Lance grabbed his behind and hoisted him up. The smaller
boy wrapped his legs around Lance's waist eagerly, feeling his lover's growing excitement
as he explored his mouth with his tongue. This, unfortunately, was not what the speedster
had in mind for the evening's activities. Yet, anyway. Pietro pulled his head back to break
the kiss, and succeeded in slamming his head into the wall behind him, this being the
*thud* Todd heard. "Damn it."
"Are you okay?" Lance asked immediately, concerned about what another head injury
could do to Pietro just days after the car accident and concussion. Pietro would have
swooned if Lance hadn't still been holding him up.
"Whoa," Pietro said, looking mildly embarrassed and pained at the same time, bringing his
hand to his head. "Uh, oww?"
"Yeah, oww," Lance said, and made a move towards the stairs with Pietro still firmly
attached at the waist.
"Where are you going?" Pietro asked, looking dizzy as he watched the stairs and the
increasing height over Lance's shoulder.
"Upstairs," Lance replied uneasily, worried that Pietro didn't make that connection
himself. He was all spacey again. Maybe now that they had money, they could go to a
real doctor... until the doctor took Pietro's blood pressure and learned that his heart was
beating many times the speed of a normal human's. That would be a bad thing.
"'Kay," Pietro said, resting his chin on Lance's shoulder. Lance could feel the warm breath
tickling his neck, and damn if he didn't still want to make love to the injured speed demon.
`Even hurt, he's so Goddamned attractive,' Lance thought evilly. `Maybe he'll still want
to... no. That would be wrong. But... but... fuzzy handcuffs... No.'
Lance made his way into "their" bedroom, again wishing they had some kind of door. He
would have to tape a sheet over the opening for privacy, he reminded himself. Lance had
enjoyed Pietro's reasoning, spilled while the speedster sewed his suit for the cash delivery
scheme. He had explained that this way, neither of them had to give up their own rooms,
and Hell, why should they have to when there's a perfectly gorgeous bedroom right here?
Lance agreed, although he was a tad apprehensive about the possibility of Mystique
returning and finding the two of them sharing her bed. On a regular basis, no less. Lance
didn't want to think about it. He leaned down to lay Pietro gently on the mattress, but
Pietro didn't let go the way Lance had planned for him to. Lance lost his balance and
landed on top of the pale youth.
"Oh yeah, you know you want me, baby," Pietro teased as Lance scrambled to his feet.
Pietro blew him an over-done kiss and broke into a fit of hysterical giggling.
"I don't see what's so funny," Lance grumbled as he left to inspect the room further. The
giggling was beginning to get on Lance's nerves. What he wanted to do was catch the
little speed demon, handcuff him, tear his clothes off, and thoroughly love every inch of his
yummy little body. Yes. That sounded good. Right after he finished hunting through
Mystique's drawers. (A/N: I'm not even gonna comment on how wrong that sounded...
ooops! Too late! XD)
Pietro was already back on his new toy, the laptop. Their new source of income. Pietro
called Lance over to show him that the five thousand dollars they had just gotten delivered
was showing up in the transaction history already. "Still over ninety thousand in there,"
Pietro pointed out to Lance, who was peering over the slender mutant's shoulder. Pietro
was very aware of the hand idly rubbing his back.
"We need to be careful with that money, Pietro. There's a lot of stuff that needs fixing
around here," Lance reminded gently, moving to sit beside his friend on the bed. "We
have to call first thing in the morning to get a guy to do the furnace, and maybe some
other appliances. Wouldn't you like to be able to microwave again?" Lance continued.
"Eh. Let's just get a new one. A new everything! We could buy on of those cool
double-wide stoves with the flat rangetops, they're so much easier to clean anyway, and a
sub-zero fridge, and freezer, and a dishwasher, and a--"
"Pietro! What did I just say? We have to dole it out carefully, not run and buy everything
we see!"
Pietro pouted. "But I *want* new stuff! Aren't I worth it?" he asked, looking at Lance
with the classic puppy-dog eyes. Lance could not resist, try as he may.
"Okay, *maybe* we could replace some stuff, but Pie--" Lance was cut off by a lusty kiss.
Pietro's eyes glinted with mischief as sexy-Lance-thoughts ran rampant through his brain.
"HowAboutIShowYouSomeInterpretiveDancing," Pietro offered, trapping Lance's lips in
a careful kiss.
"Interpreting what, exactly?"
"Hmmm... we'll just have to wait and see," Pietro replied suggestively, rubbing himself
against Lance in a lewd manner. Like Lance would say no. `Ch. Yeah. That'll happen.
A long-fingered hand traveled down Lance's chest and found its way up his shirt, pulling it
up and off. Pietro then proceeded to suck and nip at a nipple, earning a groan from
Lance. When the brunette raised his arm to smooth Pietro's soft white hair, said boy
grabbed his wrist and yanked him off the bed into a standing position. Lance, effectively
topless and aroused, began to protest as Pietro pulled away. Pietro, in his devilish
black-and-red getup, started toward an armoire he'd noticed earlier -- one that had a
high-tech sound system hidden within, not to mention an expansive CD collection and a
giant television. Situated directly in front of the bed, no less. Pietro knew he and Lance
would come to enjoy that particular piece of furniture immensely as time went by.
Scanning the various titles for a moment, then selecting several thin crystal cases from the
neat stacks of music, Pietro opened the cases one by one and popped each disc into the
player, tapping a small button several times to set the playlist and twisting the volume dial.
Lance's eyes widened in appreciation when he heard the opening guitar riffs emanating
from the speakers. Oh yes. This was promising.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Oooh! Aren't we all just soooo anxious to see what songs Pietro has chosen for his dance
of seduction? :D I guess it'll kinda hafta be a songfic-ish thing, cuz, uh, they're gonna
have songs playing and... yeah. Do I have to spell it out? I dunno if anyone's ever heard
`em, but one song I first heard it on a soap opera (General Hospital) during a rather risque
love scene a few years back... Brenda and Sonny, maybe? Brenda and Jax? I'm not sure
now -- Brenda and someone, for sure, cuz Brenda was a slut. She was my idol. -_- It's a
goodie. And so are the others! *smirk*
Okay, okay, fine, I made up the `cash courier' service -- big ol' plot hole! My bank doesn't
have anything like that, but maybe some of the ritzier ones do. Maybe. *_* Whatever. I
needed to get my boys some dinero! Is it so wrong?
Interactive trivia blah blah thing (far too lazy to re-type it all):
Uh... which ear pierced on a guy means you're gay?
Most of you said right ear = gay, left = straight, and both can mean a lotta things... the
world may never know. On Evo, Pietro clearly has the left one done, so... unless the
animators are idiots, or maybe purposely *trying* to make our precious Pie look like a
homo (as if they would answer my prayers in such a way) I believe right side piercings =
gayness. But I could be wrong. Process of elimination, baby. Gotta jive with it. :D
New trivia blah blah blah thing:
Not very Evo related (like, at all) buuut... what is the nicest compliment you've ever
received? The nastiest insult? The most vicious rumor? Psycho B remembers it all so
clearly now... ::squiggly-wiggly flashback lines:: AP English class, sophomore year: I am
sitting patiently, waiting for the retarded teacher to finish allowing the class brown-noser
to further discolor his nose, and the girl next to me, who was reasonably popular and who
had never, ever spoken to me before, turned and told me I looked "regal, like a queen or
something..." DUDE! Totally out of the blue! And I suppose it was the snooty air of
superiority I kept on at all times during high school that made me look this way, but still!
Regal? As in queen-like? Princess-like? What's not to love? Needless to say, I was
floating the rest of the day. As I should have been -- I was, after all, royalty. ^_~
Another nice thing happens whenever someone says I look like someone -- like this old
lady that banks at my bank. She keeps telling me I look like one of the "gals on her
stories". When I first heard this, I though she meant she *wrote* stories, or that she was
crazy (both perfectly rational possibilities, since the hag has big bucks in her accounts) so I
would just smile and nod. But then I figured out she meant soap operas, and I don't
follow the one she was talking about, so I had no idea if that was a good thing or not...
but I researched it and the girl she was talking about was pretty, even if she didn't really
look like me, beyond the hair and makeup scheme... yeah. The bitch stole my makeup
style! Grrr... ~ My worst thing I ever had to deal with was an irritatingly untrue situation
is sixth grade -- this stupid girl decided it would be heaps of fun to tell everyone I was, uh,
pregnant... in sixth grade. O.o Stupid as most sixth graders are (no offense to any
youngsters out there, who shouldn't be reading this NC-17 stuff *anyway*...) everyone
believed it, and it spread like wildfire. Oooh, I was sooo pissed, you would not believe...
and this girl was fat! I *so* could have turned that around on her! She was the one who
looked pregnant, for chrissakes! But Psycho B had too much class for that. I was one of
the top scandals that school year. Good times. Oh yes. But I had the last laugh -- now,
this girl looks like some misshapen white-trash hick you'd see on Jerry Springer. See? It
all comes back to bite ya in the ass, people. Believe it.
What do you have to say for yourselves, hmmm? I probably won't be compiling
everything for this question, simply because it would take forever, but I do want to know
what made ya happy, sad, mad, ready to torch the homes of your peers like Psycho B...
*ahem* But anyone curious in the future can always snoop through the reviews! ^_^
PLEASE REVIEW! >:D