Title: MEASURING UP

Author: fury_grrl

Archive: Yes to Eiluned and Ramsey. Everyone else just ask first

Disclaimer: I do not own ANY Marvel characters, I just wanna continue to borrow them for a little while longer

Rating: NC-17 - rated for language, sexual situations

WARNING: Slash - if you are offended by male/male fics, depart now.

Summary: X-Men Evolution Series. Lance and Scott become involved in a contest of sorts...the girls wanna see who the 'bigger' - not the better - man is...

Written as an original piece for Ramsey's 'Pick Your Own Evo Character' series. {wink!wink!} Thanks for the challenge Great Smut King!!

The girls sitting in the bleachers were giggling.

Scott and Lance, leaning against the far wall of the gym, waiting for their turn on the court in the game of basketball that was currently being played by other members of their class, broke off their evil staring contest to search out the sound of the fe minine laughter.

Rogue, Risty, Tabitha, and surprisingly Jean, were all huddled together in a semi-circle about midway up the wooden slats, all of them except Rogue, dressed in shorts and baby-tees, obviously ready for their gym class which was after the boy's. Rogue was clad in jogging pants and a clinging long-sleeved jersey. All of them had their heads bent close to one another's, whispers interspersed with scandalized shrieks and furtive, sidelong glances at various sweating basketball players.

"Wonder what the hell they find so funny." Lance muttered darkly, irritated that he hadn't had much court time and had to share the moments in between with 'Shades'.

Scott only shook his head, continuing to stare at the group of females.

"When it comes to the opposite sex, I'm not the person to be asking. You'd think that sharing a house with so many of them would provide some insight into their minds, show you how to deal with them." he snorted and looked away, facing Lance once again.

"Tell me about it, Tabby doesn't make things easy either. She's been with us for months and I still can't figure her out. Makes me crazy." Lance grumbled, surprised that he was actually in agreement with Scott for once.

Both boys fell back into silence, as if uncomfortable with the thought of having a normal conversation with each other.

When the girl's laughter echoed around the gym yet again, Lance looked up to find Risty gesturing at him and Scott. Whatever she said sent her friends into hysterics, Rogue wrapping her arms around herself as if to contain her mirth, Jean and Tabitha actually wiping eyes that had begun to water.

"That's it." Lance growled, pushing himself away from the wall.

"No one makes fun of Lance Alvers." He said, stalking around the side of the gym towards the bleachers.

Hearing footsteps sounding behind him, Lance looked over his shoulder and found Scott at his back, face flooded with irritation. Not bothering to waste his breath in telling the other boy to get lost, Lance continued up the tiers to where the girls sat, instantly suspicious when their laughter died at seeing him and Scott approach.

"Good afternoon, ladies." Lance drawled, hands on hips, schooling his face into a friendly mask.

Four pairs of eyes, wide and innocent, stared at him. None of the girls responded.

Scott folded his arms across his chest, trying his best to look stern and disapproving. Lance let him. After all, this wasn't about X-Men vs. Brotherhood at the moment. This was Men against Women - a battle older than time itself. He hated to admit it, but having Scott at his side made him feel a little more secure under the weight of the girl's stares.

After a minute of mutual wordlessness, Tabitha sighed dramatically, a brightly painted fingernail tracing her lips.

"What do you want, Lance?" she asked in a bored tone, leaning against Risty's knee propped up behind her.

"Scott and I just couldn't help but notice how amused you girls seemed to be. It isn't often you hear a good joke nowadays, so we thought we'd come over to see how funny your conversation really is." Lance replied, voice clipped, anger seeping out despite his best attempts to contain it.

"Yeah." Scott added sarcastically, head nodding in agreement.

Jean bit her lip to keep from smiling, dark lashes sweeping over her cheeks to conceal the apparent amusement in her eyes.

"Since when have you guys been interested in our little girl chats, hmm?" she asked archly. Rogue, seconding the redhead's words mutely with a raised eyebrow directed at the two boys, reached out a gloved hand to capture a strand of Jean's hair, absently stroking it between her fingers.

Lance wasn't sure, but he could have sworn that he heard the telepath start to purr low in her throat at Rogue's touch. His eyes widened a little at the thought.

"We're interested when it looks like we may be the topic of your conversation." Scott answered, trying not to notice Rogue shifting closer to his crush, Jean's arm brushing across the girl's breast as she placed a hand atop her thigh.

Risty looked up from where she'd wrapped her arms around Tabby's neck, her cheek pressed alongside the blonde girl's face, obviously getting annoyed with the boys interfering with their gossip session.

"If we tell you, will you go away?" she asked, British accent making her frost-rimmed words sound even colder. Tabby tilted her head so that she could move her neck along Risty's forearm, almost nuzzling.

Lance looked to Scott, both of them suddenly feeling nervous (and strangely aroused, though they'd never admit it) at the strange sight of their shared teammates touching each other so casually, and yet so intimately.

Lance nodded to Risty's question.

"Yeah, we'll take off. Now let us in on your little secret." He said.

Rogue smiled sweetly at him and Scott, fingers still sliding through Jean's mass of glossy hair.

"We were trying tah decide which guys in school had the biggest dicks." She said nonchalantly, as if telling them something as simple as what time of day it was.

Scott and Lance both knew they wore identical looks of horrified surprise on their faces at the revelation, but it was only when the girls started howling with laughter again that they managed to shake off the shock.

I'm not going to play their little game, Lance decided, squaring his shoulders, taking a deep, calming breath. He forced a sly smile.

"Really? You don't say?" he asked, tone light and unconcerned, ignoring Scott' s mutters of warning.

"Who do you think is the biggest?"

The girls quieted at his question, looking to one another as if wondering whether or not to let him in on their choices. Finally Risty nodded and met Lance's gaze unflinchingly, a challenge in their depths.

"It's a tie right now, between you and Scott." She replied, tongue darting out to tease her lower lip, stare lowering to his crotch tauntingly.

The two boys could only stand, once again shocked. Lance fought the urge to put his hands over his groin protectively.

"You could help us solve the mystery, you know." Jean murmured, her nails caressing Rogue's leg.

"H-how?" Scott squeaked, finding his voice at last.

Tabitha laughed low and seductively.

"By taking measurements, of course." She said.

"Measurements?" Lance asked in confusion, unable to stay focused as the blonde girl shifted so that Risty's hands rested lightly on her rounded breasts, nipples tight and visible beneath the thin t-shirt she wore.

"Yeah, you know, with a ruler?" Rogue said, her free hand smoothing over Jean's knee.

Scott and Lance looked at each other appraisingly, tension apparent on each of their faces.

"If we...assist you with this great debate," Scott found himself asking, much to his surprise, "what's in it for us?"

Jean peered up at him, a slow smile crossing her features. She took her hand away from Rogue's leg and slipped it around her waist, hugging her close. Rogue responded by sliding her leather-covered hand up the redhead's thigh, fingers going beneath the fabric of her gym shorts.

"Oh, I think we have a suitable reward for your services." The telepath breathed as Risty and Tabby leaned in close to her and the Rogue, Tabby's wet, pink tongue flashing out to lick Jean's earlobe, Risty's fingertips trailing over Rogue's shoulders to trace the curve of her breasts.

"Four very hot, very eager, rewards for whoever's the largest." Risty amended, eyes no longer challenging as they went glassy with desire.

Lance tried to swallow with a mouth gone dry, more than a little shaken at the proposal, but even more disbelieving of the promised payment.

They can't be serious...he thought to himself.

"Oh, we're VERY serious, Lance." Jean murmured, as if reading his mind, green eyes capturing his brown ones. Even with her lids half open, her eyes radiated a smoky heat, making Lance harden instantly. He looked over to Scott to gauge his reaction.

The other boy's face was as red as his glasses, and it was obvious that he was trembling. Lance wondered if his ragged breathing was from anger or overwhelming disgust, realizing instinctively that neither emotion was a possibility right now. He let out a small bark of laughter.

Scott Summers, Mr. High and Mighty, Mr. Anal-Retentive, Mr. Goody-Goody...he was turned on by the free girl on girl show, and was even hotter at the idea of getting some action from those self-same girls. The bulge in his gym shorts spoke more truthfully than his mouth ever could.

Fucking hypocrite...Lance thought scornfully before examining the bulge a little more closely.

Shit, if that's all 'Shades' has got to play with, I can beat him no problem!

Grinning wide, he turned his attention back to the waiting girls.

"I'm game if Summers is." He announced, hand rubbing along his smooth jaw, already anticipating an easy win.

"You're not really considering this?" Scott asked in an outraged voice.

"Why not?" Lance queried, eyebrow arched. Scott met his casual question with a pleading look.

"Afraid I'll top you yet again, Summers?" the other boy's smile was vicious.

Before Scott could reply, the gym teacher blew his whistle, signaling the end of class. A group of sweat covered boys all moved as one to the doorway leading to the locker room.

Lance gave Scott another look as he began to walk down to the polished gym floor, silently daring him to follow and engage in another type of contest, different from anything either had participated in before. Scott glared at him though the ruby-quartz lenses of his glasses, darting a quick look back at the huddle of inviting girl-flesh as if seeking incentive, and then, decision made, he bounded down the wooden tiers to meet his foe.

Both boys shivered as the sound of throaty laughter trailed after them, only hinting at the pleasure that the 'winner' would receive.

Once inside the dimly lit change room, Lance and Scott both headed to their lockers, pretending to be occupied so that they could conduct their measuring in solitude after all the other boys had left. Scott extracted a ruler from his knapsack, pulling it out from the locker's depths once the door had swung shut behind the last of their classmates, taking a deep breath.

I am going to do this...I am going to do this...played like a litany in his mind, giving him courage.

"Shall we get this over with then?" Lance asked, coming around from his side of the change room.

"Get what over with?" came an expectant voice from behind them, startling both boys so that they jumped.

Fred, Pietro, and Todd stood crowded in the narrow hallway that lead to the main door, their eyes going to Lance uncertainly, Fred's gaze locking on the ruler held in Scott's hand.

"What are you planning to do with that, loser?" the chubby boy asked with a growl, moving closer to the two boys who stood facing one another.

"Fighting without us, yo?" Todd's voice sounded hurt.

Cheeks stained pink with sudden embarrassment, Lance waved his friends to back off.

"No, no, nothing like that. I'll tell you later - get out of here." He said with an air of dismissal.

Pietro, silently pondering his friend and his enemy, sauntered over to Scott, hips swaying slightly.

"Why should we, Lance? What are you and Scotty-boy doing in here that requires privacy?" the white-haired youth asked with a smirk.

Todd and Fred started chuckling at the innuendo.

Lance shook his head and sighed, anger already threading through his veins.

"None of your damned business! Now get the hell out of here!"

"Oooh, now I'm really intrigued, Fearless Leader." Pietro mocked, coming to stand beside Scott who was clutching the ruler in a death grip.

"What say you, Summers? You and Lancie over here about to get down and dirty when we walked in? You know we won't leave until you dish the dirt." Pietro's lips twisted in amusement.

Scott huffed and lowered the ruler, glancing over at Lance.

"You know they mean that, should we just tell them?" he asked.

Lance's fingers curled into fists a s he stared at his teammates, wondering if a little shaking would get rid of the pests. Deciding against creating a minor earthquake which would probably only bring more people to investigate, he calmed down and nodded his head, resigned.

"Fine. Scott and I have a bet...to uh...see who's...bigger." He ground out, hating the feeling of blood rushing underneath his skin with his growing embarrassment.

Todd broke the subsequent silence with a question.

"Bigger? What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, face suspicious.

Scott let out an exasperated breath and proceeded to explain what had happened earlier - their conversation with the girls, their request, and finally the reason why they'd decided to go along with them. At the end of his little story, the other three boys stared at him and Lance with wide eyes, mouths open in shock.

Pietro exhaled shakily, the only sound except for the incessant dripping of the showers in the adjoining room. Staring at Scott and Lance, his hands fluttered down to his belt, undoing it without breaking eye contact.

"I'm in." he said simply, drawing the strap of leather from his pants.

"Me too!" said Fred.

"Count me in, yo!" echoed Todd, dropping his pants to his ankles instantly.

"No way! The girls said they'd narrowed their choices to me and Scott, not any of you lowlifes!" Lance countered, wondering if he'd been too hasty in deciding not to knock his friends flying with a tremor.

"That's just because they didn't think to include us in their contest - it's not our fault we don't have gym with you guys. And besides," Pietro argued, fingers undoing his zipper, smiling mischievously again, "if you don't let us compete, we'll tell everyone in school about this."

Lance and Scott knew when they were beat. The measuring commenced.

Scott started by pulling down his tight gym shorts, hand cupping his generous manhood as if afraid to show it to the other boys who stood waiting.

Lance followed, far less shy, and gripped the base of his cock surely, holding it out so all could see. He looked down at himself, proud and confident. No one could compare with his length or the thickness of his shaft. He gave his prick a quick stroke, a shudder running through his body, and watched as it grew a little larger. He smiled.

The smile faltered slightly when Pietro pulled out his own tool, pale as the rest of his skin, but equally large and impressive. The other boy's dark blue eyes gleamed slyly as he too slipped his hand up and down his length, bringing the semi-flaccid flesh to attention. He waggled his cock at Lance.

"Not so sure now, are you?" the slender boy murmured, hand still caressing himself absently.

Lance's eyes were riveted on the sight of Pietro's slim fingers gliding over the smooth skin of his erection, noticing that the mushroom-tipped head had started to infuse with blood, going from a blushing pink to a vibrant violet in seconds. He let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding, eyes snapping back to Pietro's face when he heard him laugh.

"Everything about me is fast, Alvers, even when it comes to this." Pietro said, his free hand trailing down a pale, exposed thigh. His eyes were half-lidded as they gazed at his tall friend, obviously enjoying his own touch immensely, and seemingly deriving pleasure from Lance watching him.

Lance tore his gaze away from the other boy and looked to Fred, trying to quell the rising heat that throbbed through him at Pietro's show, only to find himself surprised yet again.

The massive girth of Fred Dukes couldn't overshadow the giant size of his cock which hung limply before him, dangling beneath a huge belly, large even while sleeping.

Fred seemed unsure of what to do about the current condition of his meat, looking to Lance first for a clue, before taking his cue from Pietro, who's hand was still pumping his shaft firmly. Wrapping his own chubby fingers around the width of his prick, Fred began mimicking his friends actions, his sure strokes quickly bringing his member to a rigid stiffness. He groaned and closed his eyes, lost as waves of warmth stole through his huge body.

Todd was next, but before the youngest of their group could expose himself, voices sounded at the doorway yet again.

"Scott, you in here?" called out, echoing off the tiled floor and walls.

None of the naked or nearly naked boys had a chance to cover themselves before Evan and Kurt stumbled upon them, everyone holding still as the newcomers took in the sight they were greeted with.

Kurt's jaw went slack and he would have fallen over if a locker hadn't broken his descent.

Evan put a hand to his forehead, eyes as wide as his face would permit, incoherent sounds struggling from his throat.

Scott, still keeping himself cupped tightly behind his hand, rolled his eyes, though no one could see beyond his glasses.

Rather than trying to explain the situation with a lie, he quickly told the two boys what was going on and why, not the least bit surprised when, after another moment of stunned disbelief, Kurt and Evan divested themselves of their pants too, joining the circle of comparison.

Scott noticed Evan and Pietro as their gazes met, Pietro smiling at the dark boy lazily, erection pushing up from the base of his pelvis at every other stroke of his hand. Seeing Scott watching his performance, Pietro laughed, low and liquid with sexual pleasure.

"Helps to keep 'him' standing tall and proud." The white-haired youth explained, indicating the constant movement of his hand. Scott couldn't respond; his tongue was too busy gliding over his lips though he didn't seem to be aware that it was doing so.

Evan dipped his fingers into his oversized boxers and pulled out his own tool, beginning to fondle himself so that his pace matched Pietro's, neither breaking eye contact when their gazes found each other again.

Todd had revealed what had been hidden behind his hand during the interruption, his cock not quite as wide as the other boy's, but easily as long. He was pumping it with a tight fist, determination written all over his face as he tried to make it grow. Determination quickly fled beneath a rush of pleasure, making his head roll back until it touched Fred's free arm. At the unexpected contact, both boys leaned against each other, eyes closed, breaths coming in gasps.

Kurt, not to be outdone, yanked his cock out of the skin-tight white briefs he wore, bracing himself against the wall as he began masturbating, eyes locked on the sight of his own prick as it swelled and reddened under his hand.

Lance nudged Scott a moment later, motioning with the hand not gripping his shaft for the other boy to 'let it all hang out'.

Scott took a deep breath and uncovered his erection, ashamed that he needed no further encouragement for his member to grow. Just by watching his teammates and enemies caressing and teasing their cocks to wakefulness had excited him enough to get his own staff rigid and throbbing. The blood thumping beneath its surface was nearly painful, and the rounded tip had flushed nearly purple with suppressed need.

He looked up from his erection to find Lance watching him with guarded eyes, the lanky boy's hand idly gliding down his shaft so that he could play over the skin of his sac.

Scott wondered what his rival was thinking as they stared at one another, watching Lance's hand toy with the darkly curling pubic hair that grew between his thighs. Scott felt his own hand twitch, silently contemplating as to whether or not those hairs were as soft and inviting as they looked...

A low moan broke from Evan's lips a second later and Scott and Lance turned towards him, distracted from their mutual appraisal of each other.

Pietro had moved closer to the mocha-skinned boy, close enough so that the heads of their pricks could have rubbed together had they wanted them to. Blue eyes stared deeply into a pair of ebony ones, both sets of hands still working at a matched rhythm. Pietro's other arm raised and gripped Evan's shoulder tightly, both boys panting heavily as they swayed into each other.

Kurt was slumping against the wall, no longer trying to hold himself upright, the tip of his cock gleaming wetly with the first drops of precum.

Todd and Fred were no better, eyelids fluttering and animal-like groans coming from both of their open mouths as fingers slick with their juices slid up and down rock hard masts with renewed vigor.

Lance shook his head as he took in the entire scene. Events were progressing too rapidly - if they didn't take the measurements now, everyone would be too spent to participate. While that thought appealed to Lance, he didn't trust Pietro not to make good on his threat and blab about this secret little meeting to the entire school.

"Scott, ruler." The lanky leader of the Brotherhood ordered, pointing at Todd and Fred to step up first.

Scott nodded, almost shyly as Lance's hand touched his shoulder fleetingly, the warm imprints of his fingertips burning through the fabric of his t-shirt. He took the ruler over to the first 'contestants'.

"Fred is...8 and half inches long, 3 around." Scott reported, moving quickly over to Todd who looked like he was about to blow his load any second.

"Todd, 7 and three quarters long, 1 and a half around."

The younger boy groaned in disappointment, the pitch of his voice going higher as he strained to keep from cumming all over Scott's hand at his touch.

Kurt was next.

The German boy's eyes were shining with heightened passion as Scott caressed his member gently. Scott could feel the stickiness of his friend's emissions beneath his palm.

"8 inches even, 1 and a half around." The older boy reported, allowing Kurt to continue his manipulations once he'd spoken. Kurt's actions resumed as Scott strode away, broken, barely whispered words hissing from between his clenched teeth in his native language as his pace increased.

Pietro and Evan only had eyes for each other when Scott stopped at them next, neither one even noticing the other boy standing at their side, beads of sweat shining on their faces, reflecting the yellow glow of the overhead lights.

"Fred's in the lead." Scott said, trying to get their attention, holding out his hand for Evan's prick first.

The black boy complied with a shuddering sigh, the grip he had on Pietro's shoulder tightening, twisting the material of his shirt. Pietro looked down, watching Scott measure.

"Evan, 8 and a half inches, 2 around."

Surprisingly, Pietro didn't mock his rival at the news that he hadn't matched Fred's size. He actually patted the other boy's cheek with his good hand, fingers lingering along the firm set of Evan's jaw.

"Pietro, 8 and a half inches, 2 around."

Evan and Pietro looked back to each other's faces as if the contest held no further meaning for them, the white boy now gripping Evan's chin forcefully. As soon as Scott turned to go back towards Lance, Pietro pulled Evan closer to him, teeth biting into his lower lip as his eyes fastened on his enemy's mouth hungrily.

Evan seemed to know what the slender boy wanted, and gave in without protest.

Their faces met hesitantly, flesh of their lips pressing together softly at first, as if tasting one another, before the kiss deepened. Pietro wrapped his arm around Evan's neck, their tongues now sliding into the caverns of the other's mouth, their feud temporarily paused as both pairs of eyes closed in the heat of the moment.

Scott and Lance, now the only ones not riding the ever increasing waves of sexual bliss that the others had stirred up, turned to each other, features bland, faces revealing nothing.

"Guess it's up to you and me, huh?" Lance asked, breaking the silence between them.

Scott let out a small, nervous laugh, shaking his head so that his auburn hair spilled over his forehead.

"Well, someone has to save the girls from Fred." The leader of the X-Men responded softly.

Reaching out a hesitant hand, trying to quell its trembling, Scott took Lance's cock into his grip.

So hard, so warm...came unbidden in Scott's mind, feeling the steady thrum of blood pulsing beneath the smooth flesh of the other boy's shaft. He couldn't resist the satiny texture of the prick that he held, and deftly stroked the rigid member, watching Lance's face to see if he disapproved.

Lance was far from disapproving.

A shaky breath fluttered from the slightly taller boy's lips, entire body relaxing instantly, eyes closing at Scott's touch, his hand darting out to capture Scott's tool to return the caress.

Soon, the only sounds to be heard in that moist, gloomy locker room were the panting, gasping, moaning breaths that escaped a multitude of throats. The quietly interrupted silence only added to the erotic atmosphere.

The two leaders continued to fondle one another's cocks a few moments longer, shining rivulets of cum decorating shafts and fingers alike when Scott brought the ruler up to measure Lance first.

"9 inches long, 2 and a half around." He whispered looking up, wishing Lance could see beyond his glasses to read the heated desire that burned in his eyes.

"For both of us." Lance whispered back as he took the ruler and braced it against Scott's flatly muscled stomach.

After Lance spoke, both stared hard at each other, recognizing their shared equality, their mutual appreciation for the other's body, and their obvious arousal, and accepted it without further conversation. Neither could admit being attracted to the other out loud, and so let their actions take the place of words.

Taking a step closer to Lance, Scott let his hand slide up the other boy's arm, opposite hand still squeezing the boy's juice-covered cock, forcing a low groan from the trembling lips that were now so near. Lance reciprocated by pulling up Scott's shirt to bare his small nipples, rolling the brown nubs roughly between the tips of his fingers until Scott gasped from the sensations that coursed through his veins.

A roar of enormous proportion rose from across the room, distracting them, as Fred and Todd came simultaneously, jets of white cream spraying from the pair of violet-coloured heads to splash against the tiled floor.

Kurt, eyes rolling back in his head at the sight of his foes cumming all over themselves, couldn't contain himself any longer. With a savage cry, face flushed, he jerked his fist over his cock one final time before streams of frothing semen pumped out from the tip of his erection, pouring over his fingers as he shuddered against the wall limply.

Evan and Pietro, still locked in a passionate embrace, tongues roving where they would, pulled away from each other long enough to stare into each other's eyes, nodding in unison. At their combined signal of consent, their cocks erupted in tandem like twin fountains, coating the other's thighs and belly with sticky fluid.

Running hands over their bodies after they'd spent themselves, they massaged the cum into their skin, lips meeting in a languid kiss, mouths open, eyes closing again.

Lance's attention was brought back to Scott when he felt the other boy's teeth nipping gently at his ear lobe, his warm breath moist against his neck.

Lance grinned at his favourite enemy, rubbing the cock he held along his inner thigh teasingly, enjoying the tremulous moan of delight that escaped Scott's lips at the movement, echoing in his ear.

They were about to progress further, climb to the same heights their friends had attained, when a whoosh of fresh air disturbed the sex-scented aroma of the change room, announcing a new arrival from the hallway.

Scott and Lance turned, hands still playing over the other's skin, and found themselves staring at Principal Kelly's aghast face as he surveyed the scene that was presented to him.

Todd and Fred were still standing, limp pricks dangling uselessly between their legs, dreamy, contented smiles decorating their features.

Kurt was breathing heavy, eyes closed, hand gently stroking his cock as if in fond remembrance of the orgasm he'd just experienced.

Pietro and Evan hadn't even noticed the Principal's entrance, so entangled they'd become in each other, thighs pressed together, fingers squeezing bare buttocks, tongues twisting wetly within the dark recesses of their mouths.

Scott and Lance jumped away from each other in embarrassment, as if scalded, hands covering their nudity from the questioning gaze of their Principal. Their faces went scarlet with shame and they hung their heads guiltily.

"I don't know what's going on in here, but none of you showed up for class last period." The shocked man whispered in a strained voice. He put his hands on his hips and adopted a stern pose.

"No one's leaving this room until this...this...situation is explained, fully and to my satisfaction." The Principal growled angrily, eyes locking on Scott and Lance firmly.

"Yes, sir." The two boys chorused obediently.

**********

Jean, Risty, Tabitha, and Rogue sat on the steps that lead up to the main doors of the school, impatiently waiting for either Scott or Lance to appear to put an end to their quarrel.

Tabby popped her gum with a loud snap and continued braiding Jean's hair with deft fingers. Jean leaned back between the other girl's thighs, feeling the blonde's breasts pressing alongside her neck comfortingly.

"They're not going to show." The telepath sighed dejectedly, checking her watch.

School had ended over half an hour ago and no one had seen either of the boys since gym class.

Rogue was massaging Risty's shoulders as they continued to scan the school grounds for any sign of life. Hope was dwindling in her dark green eyes as the grassy lawns remained silent and still.

"Yeah, Ah think you may be right, Jean." Rogue agreed, not able to keep the disappointment from flavoring her tone. Risty laid her cheek reassuringly against her friend's knee.

Just then, the double doors above them swung outwards. Four eager faces turned at the sound, becoming crestfallen when they saw that it was only Principal Kelly leaving for the night.

"Hi girls." He said cheerfully, a black briefcase held in one hand as he strolled down the steps.

The girls muttered a half-hearted greeting and then ignored him - after all, they were waiting for someone much more important than their dorky Principal dressed in his tacky suit and mismatched socks that peeked out from his pant legs.

He paused on the walkway that would take him to the parking lot, and fixed a sly gaze on the sexy group of students that still sat waiting, fingers of his free hand straightening his tie.

"Ahem, if you girls are expecting to see certain young men this afternoon, don't hold your breath. They won't be finished with detention for quite some time." He said, suddenly finding himself under the combined scrutiny of the beautiful quartet, making his heart rate speed up slightly.

"Why are they in detention, Principal Kelly?" Tabitha asked, sucking on a finger that had managed to get gum stuck to it, baby blues wide and innocent as she licked the the candy off her skin.

"What did they do?" Risty questioned right after, flipping her hair with a hand, arching her back while she did so, allowing the man an unimpeded view of her generous breasts as they strained against the tight shirt she wore.

Principal Kelly swallowed past the lump in his throat, eyes following every jiggle of the girl's tits hungrily.

"I - I found them involved in a...contest, of sorts, when they were supposed to be in class. I couldn't do anything but punish them." He said absently, now staring at Tabitha's glistening pink lips as they sucked suggestively on a finger.

The girls seemed upset by his comments, each of their faces falling, mouths pressing together to form sad pouts. Rogue fluttered her lashes in his direction, eyes pleading as her tongue shot out to moisten her lips.

"Uhm...do yah happen tah know which boy...won this particular contest?" she murmured softly, teeth catching her lip in a coy bite.

The Principal thought her behavior most inappropriate, yet when he glanced at the other girls, all mimicking their friend's hopeful look, he amended his decision.

They were charming little sluts.

He smiled, the movement of his mouth transforming his appearance into something other than the trusting visage of a man they should look up to and confide in.

"Yes, I know who won." He said simply, words underscored with a teasing heat.

"Who?" Jean asked eagerly, not bothering to hide her obvious excitement.

He looked at each girl in turn.

"Me." He announced, a slow, evil grin replacing the smile.

The girls had a moment where their faces registered nothing but complete, blank shock, Tabitha's gum falling from her slack mouth to land unnoticed at her feet.

Then they all turned to each other, as if wondering what to make of the Principal's statement, before evil smiles of their own appeared on their faces moments later.

"Then I guess you get to claim the prize." Risty said seductively, gazing back at the man who stood before them confidently. She seemed to be looking at him a new light, as were her companions.

As one, the girls rose from their seated positions and grouped around their Principal, all five of them heading to where his car was parked, none of them looking back as they walked.

If they had, they would have seen anguished, disbelieving faces, full of denied longing pressed up against the windows of the detention room. Through the slight opening of one of the windows, a solitary voice cried out as the girls and the Principal drove away.

"PRINCIPAL KELLY! TWELVE INCHES! WHO'D HAVE THOUGHT?"