....Set....

by Michiru

Lance closed his eyes, and cursed himself. The involuntary twitch of his hips had given

him away. His butt stung like crazy, and he was more aroused then he had ever been in his life! How cruel, he thought miserably.

He gasped as he felt Scott's wet hand wrap itself around his stiff member. He shuddered

almost violently, and bit his lower lip.

"Oh, you most definitely like this," Scott laughed.

"Don't laugh at me," Lance whispered, his voice not recognizable to himself.

"Excuse me, who is in the position of control here? I'll do anything I feel like," Scott squeezed

Lance tightly. Last choked back a cry of pain, mixed with undeniable pleasure.

"Let me go," Lance managed to grunt, waves of pleasure mixing with the pain.

"But I know you don't want me to, Lance," Scott's hand began to slide along the sensitive skin,

slipping with a delicious friction.

"Damnit! Lance swore.

"Call me Master, Lance," Scott growled.

A sharp smack on his butt, coupled with Scott's moving hand was too much.

"Master, damnitall!" Lance howled.

"Better," Scott felt pleased. He was bringing his enemy down in such a way that Lance would

never forget it for the rest of his life.

But why should Lance get all the fun? Scott pushed him off his lap. Lance rolled over onto the

grass with cry of surprise, and when he landed on his red ass, he yelped in pain.

He looked up, and then looked horrified at the sight of Scott stripping. He decided not to think

about his reaction to the teen as he pulled off his shirt, smooth muscular chest rippling in the sunlight, his tight abs, sleek looking skin that looked so touchable.

Scott pulled his pants down, steeping out of his clothes without a smidgen of shame or

modesty. Lance looked wide-eyed at Scott's firm, very stiff member, and realized the upstanding, respectable leader of the X-Men was getting horny off this. He always thought of Scott as stiff before, but never in this way!!!!

Scott sat down on the towel, and pulled Lance over to him. Before Lance realized it, he was

laying on his stomach, in front of Scott, and his face was much closer to Scott's sex than he had ever wanted to be.

"Well Lance, we all know you have a big mouth, now it your turn to prove it. Open wide." Scott

grinned, and it was not a nice grin.

"What?

"Are you deaf? Open up. And don't bite, or I'll use my belt on that sexy butt of yours," Scott

pushed Lance's head between his legs.

With horror, Lance' knew what Scott wanted. And he was SO not getting it. He closed his

mouth and eyes.

After a moment, Scott realized that Lance wasn't giving in. Yet.

"You asked for it, Alvers," Scott said, pushing him away. He reached to his pants and grabbed

his belt. If you was careful, he could mete out punishment and pain without seriously hurting Lance.

Lance heard a strange noise, then the leather hit his backside. Yelping, he arched his back.

And tried to move away from the source.

Scott swung the belt down again, making a slight welt on Lance's butt. He would do this enough

just to teach the boy a lesson for going against him.

Ten sharp thwacks of the belt left 10 very defined, raised welt from Lance's butt to mid-thigh.

Lance was whimpering from the pain of the belt, not quite crying, but pretty close.

Scott sat back down, and pulled Lance's head back into his lap.

Lance swallowed his pride, then Scott's manhood. He slid down the length of the shaft, tasting

the saltiness of Scott's hot skin. He nearly gagged as the length of him rammed into the back of his throat, then slid back up, lightly raking his teeth along the throbbing flesh, wrapping his tongue around it, sucking on the head before going back down.

Scott moaned softly, the delicious throbbing centred in the middle of his body getting bigger

and bigger. He threaded his fingers through Lance's silky, thick hair, gently pushing and pulling with the same motions as Lance's long strokes.

Lance wished he could have an arm under himself for support, and found himself wishing he

found fondle Scott's balls.

Dipping down, he left Scott's raging organ, and ran his tongue along the delicate skin, suckling

them, hearing Scott's ragged moan of pleasure. He ran his tongue back up the length of his sex, then sucked on the head again, before moving back down the full shaft.

Scott's breath began to come in ragged gasps as the feeling built up in him. Lance was

damned good at this! He tightened his grip in Lance'' hair as the orgasm ripped through his body, spilling his seed in Lance'' mouth, down his throat, on his face.

"Ahhh," he sighed, smiling. "Not too bad, Alvers. You really know how to work that tongue of

yours."

"Call it a gift," Lance grumbled.

Lance was caught unawares at the swat. He yelped, feeling betrayed. He did what Scott

wanted!

"Don't forget to call me master," Scott said sternly.

"Yes, Master," Lance whispered, tears stinging his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Better," Scott, ran his fingers through Lance's hair again, then pulled his head up. He covered

Lance's mouth with his own, giving him a hard, unrelenting kiss.

He could taste himself on the other boy, and it quickened his passion again. Pulling him to him

knees, he deepened the kiss, feeling Lance's hungry reply.

What is wrong with me?! Lance thought in bewilderment. What- ohhh... his thoughts dwindled

as Scott's hand found Lance's yearning organ.

Scott began to stroke Lance in strong, long strokes. He half supported the Brotherhood boy, as

his hips began to thrust in time with Scott's strokes.

With an almost nasty smile, he slowed the strokes, until is was slow and even. Then he

swatted Lance's ass again.

Lance yelped, and made a sobbing noise. His member slightly jerked in Scott's hand.

Scott laughed, and began to rain blows on Lance's buttocks and thighs, striking him over

and over, slowly moving his shaft through his hand.

"Who am I, Lance?" Scott murmured in his ear.

"Master," Lance hissed back. "You're my master."

"You're a good little pet," Scott told him, swatting him hard on that sexy curve of Lance's sexy

butt.

"Yes, Master," Lance moaned. "Oh, damn, damn, damn."

"Do you like this Lance?" Scott asked him, knowing from the furious erection that Lance loved

it.

"Yes!" Lance cried back with a frenzied passion. "Yes, Master! Yes!"

Tears leaked from the corner of Lance's eyes, the almost unbearable pleasure mixing with the

horrible pain, making a crescendo or fire through his entire being, the orgasm hitting him so hard that his eyes rolled back, and a scream ripped from his throat.

Scott smiled, languidly trailing fingertips down Lance's fiery red ass. Lance shivered in

reaction, his cheeks wet from tears.

"Master," Lance whispered.

To be continued.