FIVE DAYS AND COUNTING UNTIL WANDA ON EVO... And four till happy b-day
to batE! :D
Has everyone seen the, erm, interesting pics of Wanda yet? If not, you can catch `em here
(this is why I am in such a foul mood today, seeing these images):
http://www.comicscontinuum.com/stories/0204/15/index.htm
Boy, does she not match up to my description of Wanda... and she has no curly hair!
::sob:: Hardly any hair at all, actually. She looks like she's make another good buddy for
Rogue, all gothy and whatnot. At least there aren't any big, shiny "X's" all over her
costume! Guess she'll join the B-Hood after all! :D (On a different note, I guess we all
know which twin got all the pretty genes, hmm? *cough*Pietro*cough*) Ahem. What
the Hell? Couldn't they have at least made her look *somewhat* different from Risty?
Cheap Risty rip-off. Damn it all. Hopefully her character will redeem the animators' total
lack of originality... And at least she doesn't appear to be linked to the X-Twits,
costume-wise, which is a good thing... ::sigh:: Small miracles. -_-
I think we'll just get it over with and do all the nifty little songs I wanna do (and some I
really don't wanna do, but that's okay) in one "get-it-the-Hell-over-with' chapter.
*cough*thischapterisreallyretarded*cough* It sucks. Hard. Feh. ;_; I mean, there are a
few chapters I'm actually proud of, and others that I'm semi-proud of, and this is neither of
those. It's just kinda here. I guess that means it is in dire need of revision! Which I will
prolly never end up actually getting to, so... um. Sigh. I had such big plans for this
chapter, then it just kinda petered out. Wah. ~ Okay -- all the `him' and `he'll' and that
kinda stuff in the songs are really `her' and `she'll', just so you know... I had to change it,
because Pietro is not a woman. In most instances, anyhow. ^_~ You can skip some of
the chorus crap; it's just repeating and boring. :P And I skipped some of the lyrics
(mostly at the end of the last song) and irrelevant/repetitive grunting/moaning/oooh/ahhh
noises in the songs as well, cuz they didn't jive with the Psycho B realm of karmic stuff, or
whatever. And they looked stupid in print. Dude.
Pardon my lack of knowledge of dance terms -- I quit ballet, jazz, tap, and all that good
stuff waaay back when I was but a wee kiddie. Can't remember a damn thing! XD
I must stop being such a slash-whore -- anything I see turns into possible slash. Every
song I hear; every television show I watch; every movie I see. Even people in real life
(like my classmates at school) I see with my slash-goggles on, and desperately want to
pair them up! I am sick. Do they have programs like "Slashaholics Anonymous"? "Hi,
umm, I'm Psycho B, and I, uh, I'm a slash addict..." ::clapping, cheers:: "Really? Like,
cool! Me too! Wanna go set slash to some random and innocent music now?" "Uhh,
okay." ::skips off the stage with new random slash-buddy:: Not like I really need any
suggesting, anyhow, I do just fine on my own... a little too well, actually. I have
problems. I need sleep. Oh yeeeeaaaah. (I'm even typing with my eyes closed at this
point, cuz they're too bleary to be of any use anyway... self-beta-ing is gonna be a bitch
next time I look at this chappy.)
And response to... (don't bother reading unless you've reviewed/read the reviews recently)
*Taiorami/Tainisha: Pie-Pie is my little love-monkey, so he will never disobey me, and
neither will his pop. Screw Wanda and her meddling ways! I have my boys to protect
me! :D I'm glad ya liked the chappy; I was really wondering about this last one, for some
reason... probably because it just seemed way more, uh, disjointed than my other ones.
Yes, disjointed is a good word for it. You must sit and stare at the screen the same way I
sit and stare, waiting for reviews! It's a trying process. I find myself being somewhat
creepy too, always lurking around ff.net, refreshing the update page, hoping for another
goodie to get updated. I have no life. Wah. Anyways... if I can snag picky readers, I
must be doing something right. ~ Umm... I guess it's a good thing you mentioned that
one thing, cuz from the other time you mentioned you had a girlfriend, I assumed you
were male. Oopsies! Psycho B is an idiot. Nothing is as it appears... O.o Funny lookin'
prof... woo. Captain Picard... ::snicker:: That sucks you have to pay your own way! I
still mooch off my parents. It's fun, too, cuz I have more money than they do. I can
snoop and be nosy cuz my parents have some of their accounts at the bank I work for (but
that goes two ways, since my mother also works for the same bank at another location...
d'oh!). So she knows when and where I spend penny one. Kinda sucks. Fluffy memories,
indeed. ^_~ And I just have to comment on your review of my other fic: ::blushes::
Thank you!! I agree with you on the not giving a rat's behind about Evan's feelings,
because, uh, I don't like the Spyke (compared to Lance/Pietro). That was precisely why I
made him be all creepy and Mr. Stalky-man-ish and stuff. Trying to make a different
Evietro was difficult, because I was resenting the Evan/Pietro pairing, and it made it suck.
So I came out with what I did! :D And um, screw polite company, too! I rather enjoy
being obnoxious and strange, myself. And Psycho B always takes hugs! I'm
squeezably-soft. ::smirks:: Unless you're that irritating boy from my statistics class that
always tries to touch me and hug me... eww! Personal space bubble much, creep? Feh.
You'll be thanking your lucky stars you don't have my so-called "talent" after you read this
horrible chappy. Sigh. So is life. Thanks again for the self-esteem boosters! XD
*R: So, I'm just a cheap replacement for your true goddess? :sniffs, composes self::
Damn you! And I thought you really cared for me! ::runs out of room, crying
hysterically:: ::comes back, looking sheepish:: Sorry -- long day. I have problems. I'll
take "wonderful substitute" and like it, I suppose. :D Moving on... what do you mean,
what was my rambling about? I was sharing some of my fuzzy memories, of course! Like
anyone really cared about what I've had said and/or done to me, but I kinda liked putting it
down in solid form. Seeing the nice things made me feel all special again! Until the
negativity sucked the newfound joy right back out, and made me regress into
pseudo-angst mode again. Perhaps I should have scrapped the negative points, and just
had positive... too late now. ~ I outdid myself? Sounds good to me! And I thought I
was going to annoy everyone with the drawn out descriptions. You're always surprising
me, darling! ^_^
*batE: No shorting out the computer! Then you couldn't post your next chappy... which
I must have, like, asap, `kay? ^_^ I often wonder just where he happened upon his
Quicksilver getup's material -- I was actually planing to have Lance allude to that fact, but
I forgot to put it in there... dammit. Wherever he snagged it, it's all good. Maybe he has
even *more* material so he can make other nifty outfits! Oh yes -- I can *so* work with
that. Pietro is the perfect man -- too bad he's gay. :P Freddy isn't as disturbed by the
relationship as a whole, so nothing particularly fazes the guy (especially when there's
perfectly good food in front of him...). Toddles, on the other hand, is trying desperately to
play nice, while at the same time express his true feelings, which leads to majorly
conflicting stuff. He'll behave for, like, a little while, then make some offhand comment,
or be melodramatic and bratty. Ahh, yes. Todd is a good sport. ::pats Toddykins' head
lovingly:: "Get off me, yo!" ::slinks into a dark corner, praying Psycho B doesn't notice
him:: "Yeah, right, doll, you just wait till Evo gives me a good boyfriend for you. You'll
see." Todd: ::gulps:: Psycho B: "Yeah, I'll get you, my pretty, and your little toad, too!
HAhahahaHAhaha!!" ::all the while stroking Todd's hair possessively:: Todd acts out to
get back at... me. My fault, all of it. And I haven't planned out how Mystique will react to
the boys' activities... if I have her come back at all. Just rest assured, no one will hurt my
boys. That scaly she-male would have to get through Psycho B first! I could *so* take
her. Hmph. But then, Pietro would, like, totally owe me, so he'd have to be my little
love-monkey for life. I'm not complaining. ^_~ Anyways, that's pretty crappy what the
kiddies used to do to ya, babe -- I though by high school age, kids were over that stage of
their lives where they blurt out pointless, derogatory remarks. But you got `em good --
oh, yes. Never shall you pay for cosmetic surgery! And I used to feel all special when
people (teachers, mostly) would say things about my writing and stuff, but eventually, it
got stale. O.o OH! One more thing -- I was watching Static Shock after the early Evo ep
Saturday, and dude -- the boy on there is basically a copy of Evan, sans the blond cut-in
and given a messy dreadlock lookin' `do! As soon as I saw it, I was like, `Hmmm, now
who would appreciate this tasty little tidbit of somewhat Evan-related info.? Ahh, yes --
batE.' And so you have it. And I see you've changed your profile pic again -- super-nifty
image! Pie *does* look exceptionally pretty there, no? :D
*Medusa171: I need some imaginary friends -- that way, if they get too annoying, I can
just make `em go away, unlike real people... who get off on forcing you to do stupid
things like going bra shopping at the freaking Foley's Red Apple Sale ALL
GODDAMNED DAY LONG when you *could* be online... grr. Anywho! Yeah! See?
The punk ass Evo writers can't even come up with something as simple as having
Mystique have some kind of coinage for our boys... poor little things! Wait, I know!
They can all move into my house -- I'd gladly share my bed with the usual two. ^_~
Toddles and Fred can sleep with my brother. Hey, there's someone to slash Todd with!
My very own lil' bro! (I am sooo disturbed right now...) "Pretty eyes" is a good one --
one that I haven't gotten since that eeeevil optometrist stole away my violet contacts.
::sob:: But you're lucky that the worst thing ever was just being accused of nosiness.
Hell, I get that all the time, but does it stop Psycho B? Nooooo! I am still the inquisitive
little barfly I always have been. And always shall be! >:D
*DarkFire: Umm, if you're referring to some kind of big, fancy battle scene as "action"
you'd best look elsewhere -- I suck at battle scenes, and thus, will most likely not do one,
ever. There's like, gonna be normal interaction between the B-Hood and X-Men, like at
school aaaand stuff, but I haven't really written it yet (mostly just random scenes, ideas,
and scribbles) so it's subject to change. A lot. What do you think I implied would happen
with the X-Men? The story is not in any way about them, save the parts I had to use them
for... and even that was minimal. This fic is more about relationships than action and
battle scenes. I tried not to make it seem like anything would happen X-Men wise, to
cover my own ass and not be forced to do stuff later that might not mesh with the
progressing storyline... dang. Guess I wasn't as successful as I though, huh? BUT!! I am
trying to build some sort of a plot on the fact that our precious boys now have money, so
they can, uh, do stuff... O.o It will make certain things possible, you see? Dammit, I'm
rambling and repeating myself now. I hate it when I do that. And what did you mean by
saying the title is "Bittersweet"? What does that have to do with the X-Twits? Okay, so
basically, just explain what you meant. Yeah. ~ I try to blend and be ignored myself... it's
easier that way. I'm an anti-social butterfly. :D Most of my few real-life friends are Evo
slash addicts like me, so that makes it fun. They tend to think I'm a tad bit obsessive, and
I am, ever since I began doing my own fic. I think they're scared. ^_~ I was a little bully
when I was younger -- I'm waaay mellowed out now, though. I used to be the one kids
would buddy up to if they had some dumb upperclassman bothering them. I like being the
one in power. *cough*controlfreak*cough* >:D
*Sailor Moirae: Yeah, Mystique's room is pretty much like that -- haven't you seen
"Bada-Bing, Bada-Boom" you poor, deprived thing? It shows Mystique's bedroom when
Tabitcha blows it open in the end. Granted, I did take some creative liberties with some
details (like, um, most of it, but not really) but it's pretty much as described. I know you
can find images of the room online -- just email me if you want a link. ^_~ Hilarious?
You mean, I'm not the only one mildly amused by our boys' antics? Wow. I'm pleased.
Thank you! :D
*SailorWade: ::shifty eyes:: How is it possible for you to spend all day reading slash,
hmm? I can't find any good slash anywhere! Clue me in, if ya get a chance...
1. Other countries are much better at promoting and just plain old `being okay' with slash,
which kinda sucks for us, cuz we have to hunt ruthlessly for anything remotely slashy! I
don't follow Digimon, but I'm sure the thing you saw was Hella cool! :D
2. I can't find it on the site, but I'll look again when I get more time. Been busy lately!
3. Yeah, so much for the justice system. I'm just glad I only had the four dollars in there
-- who knows how much the prick coulda stolen from me! (I work in a bank, yet I have
no money... how ironically sad. ;_; Cry for me!)
4. I know, that whole `courier service' thing was complete and total bullshit -- but I
couldn't think of any other way to get the boys money! It was a necessary evil. ^_^
5. Umm... no. I've never seen that movie, but I had a similar problem myself with not
understanding the logic behind rotary phones... I'm just too high-tech to understand the
ancient crap my grandparents keep in their houses!
6. ^_^ It's so nice when people you like/admire/respect/think are hot compliment you --
and anything can be twisted into a compliment, too, take it from a pro. -_-
7. Dude, in sixth grade, I got a haircut that looked like a mullet. I just about strangled the
stupid bitch when I saw what she'd done to my beautiful hair! ::sniff:: ;_; At least that's
over. I'm glad I can trust my mother to just trim it straight across the back and not try to
experiment on me and be creative. She does a better job than the wenches at the salons!
(On that point, so do I!)
8. Nice anti-rumor rules ya got there, babe. :D
9. That could be cute, but prolly no... I have a general idea of where I want it to go
towards the end, to hopefully set up for a sequel, unless I kill it in a bout of self-hate
(which is entirely possible, given how I feel about this chapter).
10. What? Noooo! It must never stop! Don't talk that way! :D
11. Buh-bye!
*Cherry Drop: ::cracks whip:: Naughty Cherry Drop! Get back to work! ::cracks whip
again:: :D ::scene switch:: Okay, you're back! Back to business: I know damned well I
would mercilessly attack either of there two in any outfit, so I guess it's a good thing
they're not real! Wait, NO! I didn't mean that! Damn! ^_~ Todd can go to Hell if he
doesn't appreciate the love! (Maybe I can pair him up with Wanda, just for shits n'
giggles... naaah.) ::smirks:: Oooh! It so rules when you overhear someone talking nice
about you! :D Why people make rude comments about things beyond people's control,
like hair color and height, is beyond me. Um, that bad situation sucks for you. I have no
idea how you could get back at the prick, but maybe you could try setting him up with
someone who's a total bitch or something... I dunno! I have no creativity left! Wah. Do
re-read the fic; it'll put ya in a better mood! (After seeing the utter shit this chappy turned
out to be, you'll need it.) ^_^ (Lance and Pie naked... ::drooling commences:: Oh, yeah.
Plenty of that coming up!)
*Sky_Angel: 1. Thankies! ^_^
2. A sophomore is usually someone between 15-16 years old (unless you jack around,
skip class and get left back like I did my *first* freshman year... O.o) High school
generally goes like this: freshman, grade 9 (14-15 yrs.), sophomore, grade 10 (15-16 yrs.),
junior, grade 11 (16-17 yrs.), and senior, grade 12 (17-18, or in my case, 19 yrs.). Only
two months left till Psycho B gets the Hell outta high school! Woo hoo! Don't fret being
young; you'll have the advantage when everyone else is old and wrinkled and you're still
young and pretty!
3. Cool! I love it when you get all crushed, then someone says something to totally turn
it around! I failed public speaking twice, but hey, I *so* respect people who have the
balls to get up in front of a crowd and say stuff. I never will, ever again. Unless they
make me do some kind of valedictorian speech... God, I hope not. That's the downside of
going to school with highly un-acedemic losers -- you do the best and the faculty badgers
you to no end. -_-
4. I got that a lot too; nasty notes and other assorted goodies. I was an all-black wearing
freak in 9th grade, leather trenchcoat, combat boots, collars and spikes, my cat-o-nine-tails
attached to my belt loops, the works. (The administration wouldn't allow me to carry my
full-size whip -- they said it was a weapon. Poo.) I even kept my waist-length hair dyed
bright blond and crimped. I looked like a gothic lioness. Glad *that's* over. All black, all
the time gets soooo boring. ^_~
5. Pie is a crazy little spaz, ain't he? ^_^ Lance prolly would be the most date-able,
considering how high-maintenance Pietro is. I wouldn't mind making an exception,
naturally, but still... we shall see some bad, pointless dancing in this chapter. One last
question, if I may: what does **skipz rule** mean?
*Ruby Red: Thank you! ^_^
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?) Songies belong to: Chris
Isaac, Ricky Martin, Darren Hayes, etc. The slash is, unfortunately, all mine.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter twenty-one: Baby Did A Bad, Bad Thing...
Lance stood impatiently as Pietro fiddled with the stereo system. His reward was the
sound of a low, twanging guitar, growling through the speakers with intensity. Pietro
posed, looking at Lance over his shoulder with a smirk and a mischievous glint in his eye.
Spinning around quickly, Pietro sauntered over to Lance, hooking a slim, white finger in
his waistband to pull him closer as the opening lines of his chosen song reverberated
through the room:
Baby did a bad, bad thing....
Baby did a bad, bad thing....
Baby did a bad, bad thing....
Baby did a bad, bad thing....
Pietro twirled Lance around abruptly, stopping to tempt his mouth with a kiss to the air,
just beyond Lance's reach. `The little tease...'
You ever love someone so much you thought you little heart was gonna break in two?
I didn't think so
You ever try with all your heart and soul to get you lover back to you?
I'm gonna hope so
You ever pray with all your heart and soul, just to watch him walk away, yeah, yeah
Lance loved it -- Pietro was play-acting with him, mouthing some of the words along with
his actions. Lance took the bait and covered his heart with his hands, as if wounded, as
the slender boy turned to walk in the opposite direction, winking alluringly at Lance as he
did so.
Baby did a bad, bad thing....
Baby did a bad, bad thing....
Baby did a bad, bad thing.... feel like cryin'....
I feel like cryin'....
Quicker than Lance could blink, Pietro catapulted him onto the bed. His snowy locks fell
in his eyes and tickled Lance's cheeks as the smaller teen covered his face in kisses.
You ever toss and turn; you're lyin' awake and thinkin' about the one you love?
I wouldn't think so
You ever close your eyes; you're makin' believe you're holdin' the one you're dreamin' of
Well, if you say so
It hurts so bad when you finally know
Just how low, low, low, low, low he'll go
With these last words, Pietro made his way down Lance's body, unzipping his fly with
practiced ease. Pietro nuzzled Lance's cloth-covered groin, raising his gaze to meet
Lance's as he licked his lips licentiously.
Baby did a bad, bad thing....
Baby did a bad, bad thing....
Too short a song to really get anywhere with the elusive speedster. Damn it all. And
Lance hadn't really cared for the lyrics of Pietro's choice song -- the parts that insinuated
cheating, anyhow. The `baby did a bad, bad thing' parts could, potentially, lean towards
the promise of Pietro doing deliciously wicked things to him later on, so Lance kept his
cool. Let Pietro have his fun. For now. `Just wait till I find those handcuffs, baby...
you're gonna pay for that teasin'!'
"What else ya got on the playlist, babe?"
"You'll see," Pietro replied, pushing himself off of the bed and adjusting his clothing,
smoothing it and picking at a non-existent piece of lint. He looked at Lance expectantly as
the tracks switched and a new song bounced through the bedroom. Lance wasn't sure
what had earned him that look until Pietro crossed his arms over his chest and glared.
Ahh-- his angry pose.
"What?" Lance whined, pulling himself into a sitting position and shrugging appealingly at
his lover. Pietro *hmph*ed and turned his head. Lance knew all about that stance -- it
meant he'd better obey immediately, or he wasn't getting any tonight. Lance stood. `I am
so whipped.' ::Whi-pish!:: ^_~
Pietro proceeded to force semi-decent moves from the earth-shaker -- Lance wasn't
exactly the most graceful human being on the planet, especially when compared to the
younger teen. Pietro suppressed a shudder as he recalled the horrific scenes from the
Sadie Hawkins dance -- Lance "dancing" with Kitty had been almost painful to watch.
Not that the freshman was particularly good herself. `Honestly, she's more Lance's caliber
when it comes to dancing,' Pietro admitted dryly to himself.
To get around having Lance do anything even remotely complicated, it was mostly Pietro
who moved, timing his steps carefully so Lance could keep up and not feel foolish, thus
making him want to stop. Pietro was almost as happy as Lance when the song ended,
because it relieved them both from their duties; Pietro babying Lance and holding back,
and Lance simply from being on demand. Pietro thought for a moment -- hadn't Lance
specifically asked if he would dance *for* him? Not *with* him, but *for* him? Indeed
he had. `Oops,' Pietro thought, smothering the smirk threatening to grace his lips. He
was not successful. His lips curved into a sadistic smile as he planned what song to
perform to...
Lance laughed as Pietro's latest selection vamped the speakers. `Ricky Martin? Why the
fuck does Mystique have that?' Lance wondered, and with good reason. He didn't have a
whole lot of time to ponder the question, however, because Pietro was making his way
toward the rock-tumbler, `shaking his bon-bon' all the way to the bank. `Oh yeah, that's
the ticket, `Tro...' Lance swallowed with difficulty as Pietro displayed his full
wiggle-potential. `He really is very good... he must have had more than just ballet
training...'
Much wriggling, writhing, squirming, shaking and so forth commenced until Lance could
no longer stand it. Too bad for him Pietro either slapped his questing hands away or
moved out the Lance's range whenever he tried to make a grab for the speedster's gyrating
body. Well, that isn't entirely true -- Pietro came close enough to whisper in Lance ear not
to touch; it's only for watching. (Like on "The Emperor's New Groove" -- ::smack!:: "No
touchy!" :D) It wasn't quite the promised ballet, but Lance didn't care. He suddenly
found himself yearning for a nice, smooth metal pole for Pietro to... yeah. `Pole dance...'
Lance was giddy at the thought. `And damn! *Why* didn't I think to grab the fuzzy
handcuffs? If Pietro can't run away, he'll have no choice but to let me do... things to him.
Lotsa things...'
Lance's brain, naturally, wasn't working at one hundred percent, given the distracting
circumstances.
Go around the world in a day... don't say no-no, shake it my way, oh
Shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon, shake your bon-bon...
Oh, good lord.
Lance dragged his tongue over his lips, swallowing and trying to moisten the dry skin after
witnessing what he'd just witnessed. Pietro finished his display with a firm shake of the
hips, holding his pale hands out to the brunette, who jumped up quickly, unable to resist
the control the smaller boy held over him. ::Whi-pish!::
"Why don't you choose the next song," Pietro suggested to Lance, leading him to the
entertainment center and urging his hand towards the neat stacks of music. Pietro left his
side temporarily to aid in their privacy -- Lance had to come running to save the
downy-haired youth after Mystique's door tried to beat him into submission. So much for
trying to be helpful. At least they'd gotten the gaping hole mostly covered with the
disconnected piece of wood. `Privacy, at last,' Lance grinned at the delightful idea. Pietro
stood behind Lance with his slender arms slung delicately about his waist, peering over his
shoulder as Lance perused the titles. So many to choose from! Finally, Lance saw it --
the perfect one. He grabbed at the thin piece of plastic greedily, opening and inserting the
disc. He scanned the back cover to check the song number, programming it into the
machine. His free hand absently caressed the backs of Pietro's fingers.
Lance turned around and was immediately pulled close, Pietro's hand sneaking up against
the warmth of his bare stomach, rubbing soft, lazy circles around his navel as he rested his
head on Lance's chest, swaying slowly to the techno-ish melody...
I want to thank you, my friend
For making me feel worthwhile
Sweeter than the honey of your lips; and kindness in your smile
Hand in hand, we float across the room
Explosion deep inside
And cheek to cheek; there's clouds under my feet
It's only you and I
Please tell me; what you like
Does that feel nice?
Give me a sign--
If you love it I can do it again
We've got the rest of the night to get it right
Please tell me; what you like
If that feels nice
Give me a sign--
If you love it I can do it again
We've got the rest of our lives to get it right
Lance eyed Pietro carefully, watching for any change in his facial expression as the
meaningful words seeped into his being. The pale boy made no obvious movement to
indicate he'd been listening to the poignant lyrics Lance had picked out especially for him,
save his swaying to the beat. Lance sighed.
Looking back on lonely nights
Searching for love again
I never knew my journey began
And ended with you my friend
Softer than your butterfly kisses
But stronger than my desire
I want to thank you, my friend
For making me feel alive
Please tell me; what you like
Does that feel nice?
Give me a sign--
If you love it I can do it again
We've got the rest of the night to get it right
Please tell me; what you like
If that feels nice
Give me a sign--
If you love it I can do it again
We've got the rest of our lives to get it right
Pietro wasn't doing a thing -- and Lance was getting nervous. Feeling like an
over-sexed-yet-horribly-insecure prom date of sorts, he started to squeeze his companion
a little too tight for his comfort.
"Lance," Pietro hissed, pushing against his bare chest with both hands in an attempt to free
himself from Lance's death grip. Lance loosened his hold to prevent further
PietroSquishing (TM).
"Sorry, sweet. Couldn't control myself," Lance offered sheepishly, presenting a hand
which Pietro hesitated before taking. Lance surprised Pietro and himself when he raised it
in a proper formal dancing fashion. (What Lance didn't know was that he'd volunteered
the wrong hand -- thus, allowing Pietro to lead... but maybe that was a good thing. Not
quite the best choice of song for formal dance, anyhow, but Lance *is* one wild and crazy
guy! :D)
I'm never messing up again
I won't let it slip like grains of sand
Through careless fingertips, because
I'm a man who understands
Been burned by the fire
I can learn to feel alive again and listen I can hear your demands
I know I can do it -- gimme one more chance, baby here I am , oh oh
Suddenly, a brief pause in motion-- "Do you really mean this?" Pietro demanded, his
bright blue eyes narrowed in doubt.
Lance stepped back a pace in surprise. Pietro hadn't belayed any defining emotion
towards the song so far; why start now? "I *did* pick it out, didn't I?" `Smooth, Alvers
-- now, the kid thinks you're getting all weird on him. Great.'
"Yeah, I guess... hey, since when do you listen to this kind of music, anyway? It isn't hard
rock OR heavy metal. What's up with that?" Pietro challenged, posing defensively with
his arms crossed over his chest.
`Sooo sexy... must... give... up... fight... can't... win... argh!' "Argh!" Lance unknowingly
said that last part aloud. Pietro looked at him, one delicate brow quirked in question.
"What the Hell is wrong with you tonight? You can't seem to answer a single thing I say
to you," Pietro pointed out. A sly grin pulled at Lance's lips. Sometimes, Lance even
amazed himself with his quick thinking. A perfect way to quiet his speed demon.
Please tell me
What you like
Does that feel nice?
Gimme a sign!
If you love it I can do it again
We've got the rest of the night to get it right
Lance decided to experiment on his partner in crime. Taking hold of one long-fingered
hand, he slowly kissed each rosy fingertip, finishing with a soft brushing of lips against the
back of Pietro's hand. Pietro shivered.
Please tell me
What you like
If that feels nice
Give me a sign...
If you love it I can do it again, yeah, yeah
We've got the rest of our lives to get it right
Catching the youth's unsuspecting lips in a tender kiss, the larger boy then ran his tongue
tantalizingly slowly along the ridge of his beau's lower lip, finishing with a gentle nip as he
pulled back to gaze at Pietro hungrily. "What was...?" Pietro gasped, looking breathless
and highly aroused.
"Tell me what do you want me to do," Lance whispered in Pietro's ear. "What do you
like?"
"I liked that," Pietro assured him, his words hitching in his throat as Lance's hand snuck up
under the form-fitting black shirt, tracing his spine all the way up and snatching the
garment from his body. His hand raised to smooth the freshly disheveled white hair.
Lance noticed how it gleamed eerily silver in the currently dim light of their new bedroom.
"What else?" Lance asked again, doing nothing even remotely sexual to the smaller boy,
but receiving the expected reaction anyhow.
Please tell me
What you like
Does that feel nice?
Give me a sign (tell me what you like)
If you love it I can do it again and again and again and again and again and again and
again...
If you love it I can do it again
"Oh! That... and tha-- aieee!" Pietro squealed. Lance smirked. He had *barely* touched
him! `Damn over-sensitivity! Eh, might as well use it to my advantage...'
Please tell me what you like!
If you love it, if you love it, if you like it, baby you should tell me
Pietro's breathing was ragged and spasmodic -- and Lance could feel the brat trying to
press himself up against Lance's thigh. He was secretly pleased knowing that he had an
almost equal power over the beauty. `No! Not beauty! Uh... whatever. Mmm! Pietro!'
Lance wasn't aware until Pietro cupped him roughly just how close to climax he'd actually
been. He came in his pants almost immediately on contact, much to his own displeasure.
C'mon and tell me
Pietro took advantage of Lance's momentary preoccupation and used the older boy to rub
against furiously. Lance recovered from his episode quickly enough to join Pietro in his
quest for release; grabbing the boy's hips to stop him and yanking his lovely red pants
down, greedily swallowing him whole.
You gotta tell me, you gotta tell me
`Nothing so gratifying as the reciprocation of favors,' Lance mentally recited the
long-forgotten quote as he hummed along "Little Pietro".
"Mmm-- oh!" Pietro panted as Lance finished him off. Lance winced as slim fingers
tugged sharply at his hair. Pietro sank to the floor in exhaustion, his silky red pants still
around his ankles. Lance scooped him up and carried him to the bed for their
much-deserved rest.
Please tell me
"Liked that..."
What you like.
***
Lance watched him. Wide, soulful dark eyes stole over his sleeping form, concealed
partially in a rich, velvety layer of covering. "Beautiful," Lance whispered, as he snuggled
down closer to the speed demon he'd finally been able to catch.
*~*~*~*~*~*
That sucked!! ;_; Meh. Now we can all be happy because the endless torture of Psycho
B trying to write another graphic slash scene too soon after completing another one is
over. Yay for doneness! God, that was Hella tedious. And oh, the story's not, like, over
or anything, even though what I just said about doneness *and* the ending of the chapter
kinda make it sound that way, I guess... Wheee! Tired. -_- Maybe this calls for another
coffee-based chapter next time, or something like that... O.o
Interactive thingie...
No big compilation this time -- read the response section for individual detailed comments.
:P
New one:
Uh... um. Oh! I had one, what was it again... damn it. It was a decent one, too. Why do
I always forget the good ones? What-the-fuck-ever. I'll just tell ya'll about the very stupid
thing I did at work today, and you can all laugh at me. Won't that be fun, boys and girls
(mostly girls, I think...)? `Kay... here goes:
This is how I answered the phone at work today (keep in mind it was about four-thirty
pm): "Good morning, Commercial Federal Bank, this is Psycho B, how can I help you?"
Anyone else see something wrong with this picture? First of all, I said "good morning" at
four-thirty in the afternoon, and then I freaking answered the freaking phone with "Psycho
B"!! Granted, Psycho B sounds very close to my real name (extra credit if ya can guess
what my real name may be ^_~) but still! I know the person calling was like "What the
fuck did this stupid chick just say?" even though I was talking virtually Quicksilver-fast
cuz I was busy, and now I feel like a total reject. Wah. Psycho frickin' B. Goddammit.
Review, if you'd like... -_-