X-Men Evolved

[Deer Teeth]

private RP between Deer Teeth and EternalComicMent​

 

[Deer Teeth]

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Name: Cassandra McDowell

Nickname: Cass, Cassie, Cassidy, Lassie

Mutant Name: Spectrum

Powers: -Fast flight
xxxxxxxx-Manipulating and emitting light
xxxxxxxx-Creating and controlling "light crystals"
xxxxxxxx-Shooting lightbolts
xxxxxxxx-Telepathic Immunity

Age: 23

Height: 5'0"

Eyes: Light blue

Hair: Orchid purple with lilac and white streaks

Wings: Her wings sprout an inch from her back and don't interfere with her clothes. Can retract/absorb her wings at will. The wings respond to her mood: fluttering rapidly when happy, drooping when sad, etc. She tends to float rather than walk. The wings are nearly silent and don't create breeze.

Parents: Socialites. Think she's in just another boarding school. Kind and caring people, but tend to be more interested in status than family. Would rather love their daughter from afar.

Hometown: Manhattan

Accent: None

Frequent saying: "Okay!"

Personality: Insecure, obedient, overly-trusting, a bit ditzy, caring, upbeat, sunny, spontaneous

Fun facts: -Speaks French as a second language
xxxxxxxxxx-Is self conscious about her powers not being useful in battles
xxxxxxxxxx-Has a huge crush on Logan/Wolverine

Backstory:
Evolution: Cass has been to twelve different boarding schools, getting kicked out of each after falling in with the bad crowds. She even went to school in England and France. Her parents, though nice, had always been more interested in her older sister (Veronica) and sent Cass away at a very early age. Eager to please, Cass would always wind up following the orders of the delinquent kids and getting in trouble with them. She's a good kid who tries hard and does well in academics but is easily influenced by others. Her powers manifested when she was 12 but she's been able to keep them mostly hidden. Her mutant activity caught the X-men's attention when she moved back to America and was subsequently recruited at age 15.
Evolved: Like the rest of the X-men, Cass stayed at the X-Mansion after graduating from the Institute. Not interested in being a teacher, she became a school assistant instead. In hopes of catching Logan's romantic attention, she offered to be his personal assistant and now works directly under the Headmaster. Though not officially an adviser, many students come to Cass for personal advice and emotional support.

Current occupation: Assistant to the Headmaster at Xavier Institute for Higher Learning

Quote: "How am I supposed to be a powerful X-men when my powers are literally 'rainbows and sunshine'?"

Powergrid:
Intelligence: 4 - Gifted
Strength: 3 - Peak human
Speed: 4 - Mach 1, Speed of sound
Durability: 3 - Enhanced
Energy Projection: 6 - Long range, long duration, multiple energy type
Fighting Ability: 3 - Some training

 

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Name: Holly Lucille Riggs/Deimos Franklin Riggs

Nickname: Lucille, Gem, Squeaks/Gem, Punk, Brat, Toothpick

Mutant Name: Gemini

Age: 17

Height: 5'4"/5'7"

Eyes: Black

Hair: Dark Brown

Parents: Both alive, and very supportive. Wanting the best for their children and always there for them. Average people.

Hometown: Danielson, CT

Accent: -

Frequent saying: Sorry./Stay out of my business.

Personality: shy, timid, wary, sincere, inquisitive/overbearing, rude, arrogant, cold, insecure

Fun facts: Intersexed, their mother had a knife collection and taught them about bladework in their teens. Sharp objects are one of their specialties.

Backstory: Lucille was born with a vagina, a clitoris almost the size of a "small penis", one ovary, one testicle, and no uterus. At the age of ten, raised female, the X-Gene woke up as she underwent puberty at a young age, waking her other side, the marginally more masculine Deimos. While they genitals and organs do not change when they transition from one persona to the other, Lucille grows only several inches from 5'4" to 5'7" when Deimos is conscious. As Lucille she doesn't even quite have an A-cup breast size as a full adult. Deimos lacks a "womanly" breast, and his body is minimally more masculine and lacks any sign of curves. Lucille's curves are very subtle. They share the same body, but they don't share a mind. When one is conscious, the other is sleeping and has no knowledge of what is going on at the time. The two keep a journal to keep each other informed of what happens day to day. At first, they couldn't control when they switched, but as they grew older and their parents home-schooled them, they slowly became able to somewhat control their transitions to hold off until they slept for the end of the day. Sometimes they can go days being one persona, before the other wakes up a week later, so they read the journal to understand what's been going on. As it turns out, they only transition when they are exhausted or when one of them wishes to escape but feels trapped. It's as though their body is a bedroom they share, and when one wants to hide, they kicked the other one out and lock themselves in until the other persona can either force their way back in or the former persona is ready to step outside again. People refer to them as "Sister and Brother" but while Deimos will call Lucille's parents his own, he does not ever refer to Lucille as his sister, and will stubbornly correct someone if they make the mistake of saying it in front of him.

Quote: "I'm just a freak among freaks."

Occupation: Student

Lucille's Powergrid:
Intelligence: 4 - Gifted
Strength: 1 - Weak
Speed: 4 - Mach 1, Speed of sound
Durability: 1 - Weak
Energy Projection: 2 - Ability to discharge energy on contact
Fighting Ability: 2 - Normal

Deimos' Powergrid:
Intelligence: 2 - Normal
Strength: 3 - Peak human
Speed: 2 - Normal
Durability: 3 - Enhanced
Energy Projection: 1 - None
Fighting Ability: 4 - Experienced fighter

 

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This RP is done over text messaging with my friend who does not yet have an account. Will edit to include their user name when they make an account






Remy held her close, hands gripping her hips as he kissed her neck, "Gotta undress me again."
"As if Ah mind," she drawled, drawing his shirt up carefully.
Remy grinned lecherously, allowing his arms up for her to remove his shirt. He licked his lips, "Dere anythin' else you don' mind?"
"Ah am at yer mercy," Rogue purred, dropping the shirt off the side of the bed and bringing gloved hands to his bare chest.
Remy stiffened, his hands finding their way to her breast and flicking his thumbs over her nipples. He nipped her chin, "Dat's my chere."

Rogue hummed, eyes closing as she pushed into his hands. "Always, Shug." The smooth leather of her gloves skated over Remy's abs and down to his hips, covered fingers taking in every inch of skin.
Remy picked the young woman just enough to throw her back down onto her back, the bed bouncing beneath them. He chuckled, lifting one her legs over his shoulder and opening her as he ground his forming arousal against her exposed core.
Rogue threw her head back, panting, "Ha, Remy, easy. Yer pants...." The rough cloth against her fragile skin hurt, and not in a particularly good way.

 

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"Sorry," he murmured, leaning down to suckle a breast. He eased a hand between them, a gloved finger slipping in while his thumb rubbed her in circles.


She moaned softly, wriggling further up on the bed and away from his ministrations, as she was still overly sensitive. "Not there yet, Remy," her fingers encircled his wrist and brought the hand up to her chest. "Ah said we're takin' it slow."

 

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The Cajun chuckled into her flesh, "How much slower am I s'posed to go?"
Cupping a hand around the back of his head, Rogue pulled the man up to her lips. "Why don't we start here?"
Remy sighed, lips quirked as he slid his fingers up into her hair and pressed his mouth to hers gently and slowly.
Since they didn't get to see a lot of each other, making out like horny teenagers usually wasn't a priority. But it sure was fun! Remy kissed deep, and tender; Rogue, long and passionately. Together, they were a perfect match of tongue and lips, all smiles but no teeth.
However, Remy pulled back, "Before we get too carried away," he rubbed his mouth, "should someone check on Deimos? Da boy really looked upset."
Rogue raised a brow. "D'ya wanna do it? Cuz ya probably shoulda mentioned that earlier."
Remy pulled her close to his clothed erection, "I'm busy. In da middle of some important business."
"That's what Ah thought," Rogue grinned. "Ya think me textin' Hank will be enough? He really watches out for Deimos."
"Him, Logan, Bobby, it's all da same to me," he grinned intk her neck. "Remy ain't movin'."
She sat up slowly, trying not to dislodge Remy, and looked around for her phone. Grabbing it off her nightstand, Rogue texted Hank:
-Remy said he broke up a fight between Wilson and Deimos & Deimos was seriously upset about it. Can you make sure he's okay? Thank you!

"Done." She tossed the phone somewhere at the foot of her bed and went back to soaking up Remy's attention.

Again, Remy picked her up, but instead he flipped to land on his back with Rogue atop him. His hands gripped her hips, massaging them. "Not done, Chere," he smirked. "Just gettin' started."
Rogue rounded her back, leaning over him. "I hope so."

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The face-down phone on Hank's desk buzzed. The doctor put his glasses on and opened the message, frowning deeply when he read it. Deimos hadn't been by yet, but he didn't know when this incident had occurred. Checking his watch, Hank decided he'd give it some time before checking up on the teen.

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Wade had laughed at Bobby for the short amount of time he'd lasted. The blonde blushed and started to defend himself but was shut up quickly when Wade tossed him back on the bed and started to clean him up again - this time with his mouth.
*Deimos hadn't mentioned anything about a fight when he was there earlier, so it must've just happened. Checking his watch - etc etc
Bobby was near mortified. He just came from being fingered. Having his ass stretched, and forced to watch as Wade's fingers played with him. His fingers dug into the blankets below as he tried to pin his hips down and not follow the merc's mouth.
Wade sucked harshly while slowly pulling his mouth off the blonde. "Think you can go three for three Blondie?" He grinned up at Bobby, nuzzling the split-slicked prize in front of him. "By the looks of this I'd say you can."

"Please, no more," the blonde gasped. "Give me a break."
"Mmmmm, nah. One more." Wade swallowed him down again without giving Bobby a chance to protest. He was pushing boundaries but the blonde's pleas just didn't sound authentic enough. He sounded like Petey did just before he'd hit number five, and that was always when things would get interesting.
Biting his lips, Bobby bucked, his fingers diving into dark hair. When his nails dug in, subsequently, Wade's roots started to frost over.
The merc shuddered at the sensation, prickling and numbing at the same time, and moaned around Bobby. It briefly occurred to him that this could be seriously dangerous, but he'd done worse things for an orgasm before and wasn't going to let a brain freeze stop him.
A shakey moan hitched in the blonde's throat at the moan around his member. Bobby squirmed as his hips convulsed, his knees over Wade's shoulders, toes curling. "Don't, don't, don't, don't," he murmured, each word gaining in pitch; higher and higher while his head pressed deep into the mattress.

Firm fingers massaged an ever tightening sac and if Wade's mouth wasn't full he would've been murmuring encouragement to get the other to the edge. As is it was, he slid down and circled his tongue around a head that he figured had to be downright purple at this point before taking all of the man back into his mouth. Gag reflex long gone, he merely hummed deep in his chest and swallowed hard when the head hit the back of his throat.
A single tear dripped down from one of Bobby's eyes as they widened. It felt as though his heart stilled. Like he wasn't breathing. But, it was just a singular powerful orgasm. So strong that Bobby couldn't even cry out.
The merc's mouth kept milking, mind wandering as he wondered if he could force Bobby past five in one day. Probably not, as the poor blonde appeared to have whited out. He moved from engulfing the other to merely licking, suckling the loosening skin here and there and dragging the point of his tongue through Bobby's slit. One of Wade's hands rubbed at a thigh in a lazy attempt to ground the other. "Wanna go again?" he offered between languid laps at the prominent vein on the underside.
If Wade thought Bobby could hear him then he was sorely mistaken. All of the blonde's energy was into breathing and regulating his heartbeat. He just lied there, convulsing every few seconds as his eyes slowly remembered that they could not just blink, but close.
An evil grin spread over Wade's face. He knew the best way to get Bobby's attention. Or get to number four, whichever came first. He sucked on his middle finger for just a moment before swallowing Bobby back down. His finger slipped easily into the previously stretched hole and he already knew exactly where to point it to make the blonde see stars. With a sharp jab followed by continuous pressure, Wade hoped to earn a scream this time.

A scream is just what he got. Bobby's lungs filled with air only to explode as his back arched. A chain of high pitched whines slipped out in a hypervenilated style. "Wade!!!!!" the blonde finally pushed out. His throat was already feeling rough, raw. His nails clawing at the sheets below once more, it was almost instantly when frost grew from his tips and spread.
Wade pulled away and wiped his mouth, laughing drinking in the beautiful sight before him. The intrusive finger didn't budge, however, still pushing and even rubbing now. "Like that, Blondie?" His rhetorical question had already been answered by the rapidly cooling mattress beneath them both, but he just had to taunt. "Was that four?" He asked, free hand tugging at Bobby's non-erection. "I couldn't tell, you've got nothing left, baby."
With the bed nearly frosted over, Bobby could only quake as his body tried to get back to normal. It had never gone through such treatment before. Tears streamed down the blonde's eyes only to end up as frozen drops once they hit the bed.
"Talk to me, Blondie," Wade prompted, grinning wide. He scratched a smooth fingernail against Bobby's prostate as the thumb on his other hand rubbed his glans harshly. "Let's get out one more. Turn this place into a winter wonderland."
Bobby was barely able to choke out a "no" and a "stop". He was afraid his heart was gonna give out. However, just before the ice was able to hit the floor or the walls, Robert Drake unconsciously iced himself. Frozen, completely.

Wade freaked, caught by surprise, and jerked away completely. "Woah! Blondie, hey!" He knelt over the Bobby's thighs, one hand by his shoulder, the frost crunching beneath him. "Blondie, seriously, talk to me. You okay?"
Still, nearly lifeless, Bobby blinked up at the other man, but said nothing as he kept his lips parted for air to reach his lungs better.
"Blink twice if you don't need to go to the hospital," Wade deadpanned, staring down at him.
A pause, two, and then Bobby didn't need to blink as his ice disappeared. He inhaled sharply once before his breathing evened out, his eyes blinking several times as he winced up at the merc.
Wade stared in silence for another moment before busting out laughing, his forehead dropping to Bobby's chest. "Jesus, Blondie, you scared me! And that's hard to do." The frost in his hair had started to melt and he ran a hand through it, sitting up, before smearing the cold water on the other's chest. "Well? Fun, right?"

Bobby frowned. He froze his forefingers and thumbs, reaching up to clamp down on Wade's nipples - hard. "I thought my heart was gonna stop, asshole," the blonde growled, his voice harsh from the screaming
"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow," Wade whimpered, pushing down in Bobby's grasp in an effort to ease the pain. "But it didn't~!" he giggled, still twisting and squirming.
"But, it could have," Bobby's voice cracked on the last word. The blonde clamped a little harder then twisted as he shared some of his ice to Wade's tips.
"No, cuz- ow ow ow, easy, I like those." Long fingers wrapped around his wrists as Wade tried to carefully pull Bobby's hands away. "No, cuz Petey can do that shit for hours and- frostbite, Blondie, think of the frostbite!"
Bobby eased his assault, but didn't let go. "You're right. The frostbite," he murmured before one hand reached down towards Wade's prick.

In a flash there was the blade of a pocket knife against the blue veins of Bobby's wrist. "Uh-uh! Don't even joke, Blondie. Especially not after I just gave you the best orgasm of your life; you should be grateful!"
Bobby reached up with the hand that had still be on Wade's chest, gripping the back of his neck and slamming their mouths together then harshly nipped at Wade's lips.
Wade flipped his knife closed, slipping it back in his pocket as he returned the kiss with equal ferocity. He ground himself hard into Bobby's thigh, sighing into his mouth with a wave of delicious friction. Normally the merc was fine while getting off someone else, his own desire in the back of his mind. But Bobby's desperate whines and whimpers, his pupils blown wide, and - God! - that /scream/. Wade ground down again, mumbling, "We're not done here yet, Blondie," between the crashing of lips.
Bobby pulled away, rubbing his thigh upwards into the older man, "You can't take a break?"
Wade hummed, eyes closing as he let his forehead drop to Bobby's shoulder, chuckling, "I'd rather not." His breathing hitched on another long, slow, grind. "You just looked so good, baby. Panting and crying, shaking, and when you screamed for me..." he moaned softly at the memory. "Wish I recorded that. It'd be my ringtone. I'd listen to it on lonely nights. Watch Petey stroke himself off to the sounds of your pleasure."

Bobby's fingers slid up along the back of Wade's head, into his hair as the blonde kept him close to his shoulder. His pushed his thigh a little harder into the mercenary as he moved his leg, "You're terrible."
He grinned into Bobby's chest, pressing lips to skin. "Damn straight," he mumbled against the blonde's heartbeat. "Wanna put that pretty mouth of yours to good use?"
While Wade couldn't see it, Bobby cringed. "Well, I don't really want to...and last time I almost puked all over you."
"Shame." Wade kissed his way down to a nipple, hips still now. "I love it when you're choking on me."
Bobby sighed, "I'm not good at it. I don't have the experience and it hurts my jaw."

"Practice makes perfect, Blondie," Wade chuckled. He sat up, grabbing his shirt by the back of the neck and pulling it over his head. He let it drop on Bobby's face, smirking. "I could always bury myself in your tight ass. Bet I could make you come again."
Bobby didn't even dignify that last part with a response. Instead, he balled the shirt up and shoved it into Wade's face, "Rude."
He laughed, hand coming up to Bobby's wrist to push him away. Wade's other hand drifted down between Bobby's thighs, massaging the soft, plump flesh. "I'll scrub you down after," he promised, not saying what came 'before'. "Lemme use you."
Bobby winced, his free hand tossing the shirt aside before gripping onto Wade's groping hand. Bobby looked up a bit disgruntled before he sighed, "You really wanna do me?"
"Well, shit, Blondie. I was just gonna get off between your thighs. But if you're offering...!"

"My thighs?" Bobby looked up at Wade incredulously.
Wade quirked a smile. "Cross your ankles," he instructed, reaching under the pillows for another small bottle of lube. "I'll show you."
Bobby was too perplexed by the fact there was another bottle somewhere he knew it should not have been to obey. He snipped, "What the hell, man?!"
Wade just blinked at him. "What? It's not like you make your own."
"That's not even-!" Bobby groaned as he just lied flat on the bed. His hands rubbed at his face as he sighed, "Nevermind. Forget it."

Smile returning, Wade patted Bobby's thigh. "Ankles crossed." He stood up and pushed his pants of his hips, letting them drop to the floor. His ignored erection sprang up, weeping slightly and looking nearly painful.
Bobby reluctantly obeyed, eyes avoiding the sight of the unfortunately familiar erection.
Wade slicked himself up, hissing at the contact. "What's the matter, Blondie?" he teased. "Don't like how I look?"
"Something like that," the blonde murmured; still not looking at the mercenary.
"Ouch," he chuckled, slipping a lubed hand between Bobby's thighs. "You're killing my self-esteem, baby." Wade straddled the blonde's knees, a single finger coming up to tease the man's cock.


Bobby squirmed, lifting himself up onto his elbows. "That feels gross," he grumbled.
"It's not gonna get much better," Wade winked, sliding his prick between Bobby's legs with a little force.
Bobby hadn't been expecting Wade to pick up his legs, so his back his the bed and he flinched when he felt the warm rod move against the flesh of his thighs. Again, Bobbh squirmed. It felt so weird.
Wade sighed, eyes closing. The gripping pressure and soft warmth was such a relief. And the man's squirming just added to the sensation. He'd do Petey like this, on all fours, when the spider's ass was full. It was better that way, he decided, pulling out. "On your knees," the merc ordered.
"What for?" Bobby queried irritably. He was not having fun.


"Cuz I wanna pull your hair," Wade smirked.
Bobby frowned, "No."
Wade laughed, "I love your attitude, Blondie."
Bobby stuck his tongue out before rising back up on his elbows, "Are you done, then?"
The merc just gestured to his still hard junk, eyebrows raised. "What do you think?"


Iceman just rolled his eyes, "Fine. If it shuts you up faster." Bobby grumbled rolling onto his stomach, then raising to his hands and knees. His face was flushed, he hated feeling exposed like this.
But instead of going back between his thighs, Wade's finger circled the blonde's hole. "You're not /still/ too sensitive, are you?" he teased.
Immediately, Bobby twisted, shoving at Wade's chest with a foot before he sat back down on his ass. "You said thighs!"
"And you said you didn't like it," Wade grinned cheekily.
"I didn't! Don't!" He groaned, "Just what the hell do you want?"

Bobby placed both of his hands on Wade's shoulders, pushing him back with a serious expression. "You really want to shove your dick up my ass?"
"It seems like the best option at this point," Wade shrugged.

 

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Bobby released a breath before stating, "Fine, I'll do it, but...two conditions." If Wade was gonna be playing those games, he would, too.
Smirking, Wade nodded. "Sure, Blondie."
"Number one, I'm on top."
Now, Wade beamed. "Hell yeah."
"Number two," these conditions weren't so much for Wade as much as they were for Bobby being comfortable, "you can't touch me."

"Hell no," the merc's face dropped. "Come on, Blondie, that's half the fun."
Bobby crossed his arms, "Those are my conditions."
Grabbing his jaw, Wade pulled Bobby in for a kiss. "Fine," he agreed unhappily, letting the other go.
"Good," Bobby was actually able to smile a little after all of this. He leaned over the edge of the bed on his knees as he reached under. There was a clunk of a box being moved and then the clink of metal as Bobby pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"Kinky," Wade teased. "How many pretty girls have seen those?"

Bobby shrugged, "A handful." He shifted to face Wade when he ordered, "Go on, lie down."
"Aw, now I don't feel special," the merc grinned, following instructions. He held his wrists together above his head by the bed's headboard. "Would it hurt your feelings if I pretended you were Wolvie doing this to me?"
"A little," Bobby admitted as he threw a leg over Wade's hips; hovering above as he twirled the cuffs around a finger. He bent over and slipped them onto the other's strong wrists, hoping they'd pinch a little as they clicked in place. He sat up on his knees, still not touching Wade as his fingers wiped over the lotion on his thighs, "Getting dry."
Wade gave a few test tugs to see how well the cuffs held. This would be fun. "A little tight, Blondie," he commented, not exactly complaining. He watched Bobby with a lazy smile, wriggling for a moment to get more comfortable. "Hop on, baby boy."

 

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"Not yet," Bobby stated simply while picking up the lotion and drizzling more into his palm.

Wade heaved a sigh and rested his head back. He'd wait, but he wouldn't be quiet while doing so. "What first, then?"

Bobby didn't respond. He simply leaned forward, resting on one hand against the bed above the merc while the other reached between his spread thighs and fingers slipped into himself. He shuddered, but kept quiet.

"Dinner /and/ a show," Wade hummed, eyes glued to Bobby's fingers. He glanced up to the blonde's face, corner of his mouth curling up. "Enjoying yourself?"
Bobby snorted, "Maybe." He clenched his eyes when his fingers pressed on his weakspot. Rapidly they twitched back and forth against the nerves and the blonde quake as he whined. "Damn."
"I'll say. You look good like that, Blondie. Maybe even better than you did with my own fingers in you."

Bobby licked his lips, "I'll kiss you if you can guess how many fingers I have in my ass." He bit down on his bottom lip, "Only one guess."

"No fair," Wade protested. "How will I know you aren't lying?" But he guessed anyway, "Two."

Bobby smirked, "Wrong." Slipping them out, he held them an inch away from Wade's face. Four glistened in lotion.
"Christ, Blondie," Wade murmured. "And here I thought you were tight like a virgin. Don't tell me I've gotten you all stretched out already."


"How long do you think you were playing with my ass for?" The blonde almost frowned as he sat up and gripped Wade's erection, smoothing on the lotion.

Wade didn't answer. He grit his teeth and snapped his hips into Bobby's touch, the handcuffs making this twice as hot. Exhaling harshly through his nose, Wade let his eyes close, head resting back and arms relaxing. It wasn't often that he had the opportunity to let someone else to all the work, so he was going to enjoy this.

Bobby didn't spend too much time slicking Wade up. His own arousal was simply stirring. Bobby lowered himself down, consciously squeezing his muscles as he engulfed the head. He flexed and fluttered around the merc, but stopped just as he passed the bulbous tip. Squeezing as much as he could as he tried to steady himself, and slowly he pulled up and off of Wade entirely.

Wade grunted when he entered Bobby, eyebrows furrowing, but he cracked an eye open when he was left cold and alone once again. "You alright, Blondie?"
"Yeah," Iceman breathed, then slowly repeated the motion of going only so far as just past Wade's head before retreating. Over and over, a little faster each time.


Wade stiffened, holding back a groan of frustration. "Little bitch," he muttered, finally catching on. Bracing his feet flat on the bed, he thrust up just as Bobby was coming down.

Bobby cried out, not expecting the retaliation as he fell forward and onto his hands. Huffed as he settled down all the way to Wade's base, "Damn it."

Wade snickered. "Just because I can't touch doesn't mean you're in control," he taunted. Underneath Bobby, he rolled his hips. "That's more like it...."

Bobby sat up, removing himself from Wade and sitting on his stomach. Freezing his thumbs, he rubbed them over Wade's nipples as he replied, "You're no fun, Willie."
"Ahh...." Wade squirmed under the cold touch, but didn't tell Bobby to stop. "You sound like Mickey," he smirked, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.


"Gross," Bobby made a face and frosted the tips of his fingers. He reached back, eyes on Wade's face as he lightly tapped the merc's bulbous head.

Wade jerked in his restraints. "Oh, shit!" He laughed, almost nervously. "Careful with that, Blondie."

"With what?" Bobby questioned innocently then tapped it a little lower along the large vein beneath. "This?"

"Fuck!" Wade spat. "What are you, like zero Kelvin? Jesus that's cold." He had been watching Bobby but now let his head fall back onto the pillows. "I'm trusting you here, Blondie."
"Good," Bobby hummed, sitting back up and retracting his ice. He gripped Wade and slammed down. The blonde hissed a little and smirked, "That warm ya up?"


Wade moaned through his teeth, hips coming up to meet Bobby. "Fuck yeah," he breathed.

Bobby started to rock to and fro. Adding a bit of swish to his hip movements he rose and fell in shallow motions. His hands came up, fingers digging at his own nipples as he ground down on Wade, his own erection forming rigidly and bobbing with his body.

Keeping his own hips in rhythm with Bobby's, Wade was straining at his cuffs unconsciously, wanting to grab at the other. "C'mere," he moaned out, bucking lightly in an attempt to jostle the other forwards.

Bobby held his ground. He was smiling down at the other man as he shook his head. He twisted a nipple just right that had him quivering and letting a little moan. He pulled up, again, and stood atop Wade on his knees, one hand slithering down to jam three of his fingers into his empty ass. "Oooo Wade," he flourished, taunting, "Want me to turn around? Watch yourself disappear into my ass while I fuck myself on your hot dick?"
"You're goddamn right I do," Wade growled. "But you're not gonna, are you?"


Bobby licked his lips, the fingers on his nipple twitching a little faster as even his member jerked. "I will if you let me come on your face."

"Not in the hair," was Wade's only objection, grinning widely. His eyes were locked on Bobby's; that blue was hypnotizing.

Bobby grinned. He hobbled over to hover Wade's chest. One hand behind himself to finger his prostate and the other moved to the other nipple. His eyes were glassy, lips parted, "Watch me come? Just from playing with my ass and nipples?"

Wade leaned up as far as he could with his hands tied down and kissed the head of Bobby's dick. "Hell yeah, Blondie. I can't take my eyes off of you."
Bobby whimpered at Wade's touch, his fingers on his perked bud were now his whole palm massaging his breast. He slipped a fourth finger and curled and stretched. His muscular torso rippled with the noises that escaped him. "Don't stop looking," was the breathy order. "Don't stop."


"Never, baby," Wade murmured. He leaned back once more, taking in the sight before him. If his hands were free, he'd probably have whipped his phone out to record this. "You gonna come for me, Blondie?" he encouraged, swallowing hard as he watched Bobby's fingers working.

Bobby attempted a smile through the pleasure, "I can't wait. For you to be inside. Want it. Wanna come with you. Inside." His hips bucked, "Soclosesoclosesocloseclosecloseclose."

The cuffs bit against Wade's skin as his arms would jerk and twitch. "Come for me, Bobby."

Reaching as deep as he could, keep his eyes on Wade's, Bobby felt the string snap and unravel all the way down his spine. The heat flooded out, his head going numb as he stilled his movements despite the quivering of his muscles and joints. In several short and quick bursts, Bobby came. It landed on mostly on Wade's chin, some on one cheek, and the rest drizzled onto his neck like some necklace. Bobby hunched over, keeping himself up as his hands gripped tightly onto the bars that formed the headboard of his bed. He panted, his lungs working hard for air.
"Don't stop, baby," Wade hummed, licking up what he could reach on his chin. He was murmuring a steady stream of his dirty consciousness as his hips rolled and thrust into nothing. "Come on, Blondie. I want you squirming on my dick, still raw. Ride it out, I don't want you coming down from this."


Bobby bit his lip before shoving off the bar. He was near auto pilot mode at this point. He turned around, giving Wade a pleasant view of the gaping hole that was shuddering inside out, glistening and wet from the lotion, before he crawled over and did as he promised. With his back to Wade, he slid back onto his erection, whining at the hot and rigid sensation burning him like a lump of coal. He leaned forward on his hands and knees and rolled his hips at a moderate pace.

Wade moaned, the gripping heat almost overwhelming after being ignored for so long. It was a struggle to keep his eyes open but he wanted to see this. He matched Bobby's speed, angling his hips back in an effort to abuse the man's prostate even more. The stream of consciousness continued, "I want you screaming for me, Blondie; you're so hot when you do that. Talk to me: how does my cock feel in your tight ass? You're loving this,aren't you?"

Bobby groaned. He shook his hips faster as he threw back his head. A second wave orgasm hitting him and landing on Wade's thighs. "Good, so fucking," his movements were shorter, rapid as his back arched. "Fill me, Wade. Fill me so hot!"

Wade shuddered hard as Bobby's muscles milked him. "Almost there, baby," he panted, "squeeze me tight. You feel so good, Bobby. So good. You're just amazing." He locked his butt to the bed, making the blonde work harder. "One more time; come for me one more time."
Focusing on slamming down harder, Bobby ass slapped harshly against Wade's pelvis. The blonde cried out every time, his ass shaking as it hit. His balls coiling as they swung. Bobby was flushed all the way down his back to just before his white ass; slowly gaining red on the undersides from the abuse it was going through. "Now," he murmured desperately. "Now, now, now~~~~~!"


This time Wade couldn't stop his eyes from screwing shut as he filled Bobby with long, white-hot pulses. His back arched completely off the bed as his toes curled and he swore vehemently in a strangled voice. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" The handcuffs rattled as his arms pulled hard, entire body clenching, and the pain in his wrists just made it that much better.

Bobby purred, his body going slack as his elbows trembled to keep him up. His hips were twitching, and he came so hard he pissed. His whole body quaking as the sheets were soaked in seconds, hitting not just his thighs, but Wade's as well.

"Six," Wade sighed, unbelievably satisfied and still shuddering every few seconds. He rolled his hips up into Bobby every time he shook, the friction still pleasant. "You sure are something, Blondie."

Bobby couldn't reply. His bladder empty, his ass clenched fluttered. When he lifted his head, some of his urine hit his own chin and dripped. His body was heavy.
Wade shifted underneath the other, bucking his hips sharply to get his attention. "Jesus, Blondie, did you piss yourself?" he finally noticed, chuckling. "Oh, man, you are /soaked/."


"Shut up," the blonde murmured as he lifted himself up. His tip still dripping liquid as Wade's come gradually seeped from the flaring agitated hole.

"No way," Wade shook his head, "that's /awesome/." He was not going to be able to keep this revelation to himself. Not that he was going to tell Bobby that, of course. "Spread yourself for me, baby," he licked his lips, watching his come drip down the blonde's thighs.

Bobby looked over his shoulder, another drip falling from his chin as he gradually grew back to consciousness. "What?" His pink cheeks were sprinkled with tears as his breathing slowly regulated.

"I said I want your ass in my face," Wade told him, smirking but serious. "And then I want a kiss. And /then/ I wanna lick those beautiful tears away." He winked, "Maybe you can free me somewhere in there."
Mind numb, Bobby turned around and crawled up. He landed his knees on either side of Wade's head and leaned forward to undo the cuffs.
He yanked on them, unsatisfied by them not coming off, he formed a fist of ice and broke the chain.
Wade snorted, stretching his arms out, shoulders popping obscenely. "Nice, Blondie." He grasped Bobby's face, pulling him close and giving a long, slow lick from the man's chin up to one cheek.

"I thought you wanted..." Bobby winced a little from Wade's tongue.

"I'll get there, baby," Wade murmured, suckling Bobby's chin clean. "I told you I wanted to drink up those cute tears of yours."

"Not crying," the blonde murmured. He pulled away from Wade only to nuzzle against an ear. "Do it, again. My name."
"You're incredible, Bobby," Wade breathed, grabbing his ass with both hands.


Bobby flinched but didn't pull away. He nuzzled harder, "Again."

"Bobby." He spread the man's cheeks as far as he could, fingers digging into the pale skin. "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby," he chanted in a whisper. "God, Robert Drake, I love watching you come like that."

The blonde's body shuddered at his first and last name. He wasn't even paying attention to Wade's hands. "Louis, too," he added.

"What?" Wade pulled back slightly, lips quirking up. He only knew one Louis and he would NOT be interested in what they were doing.
Bobby gave the older man a foolish grin, "Robert Louis...Drake."


Wade kissed him as he slipped two fingers inside, curling them and scooping out what he could. "First," he hummed, holding his dirtied fingers to Bobby's lips, "suck."

"Why?" the blonde tilted his heas to the side.

"Because I asked you to," Wade smiled.

Bobby's brain tried to connect the answer to the question. However, he couldn't, but that was why he opened his mouth patiently.
Wade petted his two fingers over Bobby's tongue, his other hand massaging a cheek. His smile was soft, and there might have been pride in his eyes. "Robert Louis Drake, you are a /gift/."




Pleased with hearing his full name, Bobby closed his lips around Wade's fingers. He pulled back, scratching it all away with his tongue.

"Petey is going to love you," Wade hummed, turning his hand over and gently pushing back through Bobby's lips. His fingers curled slightly, stroking the ridges on the roof of Bobby's mouth.

The blonde hummed, he opened his mouth, showing that all of what Wade gave him was still there and sticking to everything.

"Beautiful," came the whisper. "Swallow," Wade instructed patiently.
The blonde obeyed then made a disgruntled face.




Wade snorted at Bobby's reaction, then kissed him softly. "You'll learn to love it."

His mouth twisting, Bobby wrapped an arm around Wade's neck, "I'm so dirty. Clean me up."

We've landed a sharp smack to Bobby bare ass, his hand immediately rubbing at the stinging flesh. "Shower?"

Bobby kissed him, tongue swiping through. When he pulled back a thin trail of saliva broke between them. He tapped Wade's mouth with a finger, "With this."
"Gladly," Wade grinned. He pushed on Bobby's shoulders gently, urging him to lie back. "But I'm pretty sure you just end up dirtier than before every time I lick you clean."


Bobby lied back, his head close to the pisspatch on the sheets. "Then, just keep cleaning."

Wade chuckled, pushing Bobby's thighs up and settling in, letting the backs of the man's knees rest over his shoulders. "Says the one who was worried about his heart stopping."

Bobby reached up, his thumb wiping off the remaining come on Wade's face that had started to dry. "Shower after mouth," he hummed. His eyes closed, "Then, sleep."

"Whatever you say, Blondie," Wade nuzzled the inside of Bobby's thigh. He slowly nosed his way down lower, giving a small lick beside the abused hole and blowing cold air over both. "Whatever you say...."
Bobby shivered, "Wade?"


"Hmmm?"

"Clean the sheet, too?"

"I ain't doin' your laundry," Wade snorted. He kissed Bobby's entrance lightly, humming quietly.

Bobby whined, he slipped his arms beneath his knees and kept them close to his chest, "Mean."
"Better idea," Wade said, nuzzling up into Bobby's balls. "I take you out and we get Mickey to wash the sheets."


"No!" Bobby cried. He rolled over, looking at Wade from over his shoulder. "Cassie can't know. Please."

"We don't have to tell her why," he grinned, burying his face in Bobby's ass, licking. He pulled away after a moment. "Just ask her to wash 'em."

Bobby sighed out a moan, "No." He shook his head, "Cassie's nosey about these things."

"I know," Wade smirked, "that's one reason I love her. But I'm totally telling her everything." His face went back to between Bobby's cheeks, plunging his tongue in before the other could protest.
Bobby lied on his stomach, his ass raising as his face buried in the sheets below, "Wade~"


Swirling his tongue, Wade moaned into the blonde's opening, sending vibrations to his core.

Bobby spread his legs. The blonde groaned into his mattress, his hands gripping his cheeks and spreading them as far as he could, "Wade?" He whined the other's name.

Wade hummed with the inflection of a question, not about to pull away when Bobby was opening himself so beautifully.

"Can you see?" There was a hint of a giggle at the end of his question. "Inside?"
Pulling away with a vulgar slurping sound, Wade pushed both thumbs in and slowly pulled them apart to stretch Bobby open. "So pink," he hummed, continuing to stretch. "So deep. Bet you could take the fucking Hulk, baby boy."


Iceman's ass fluttered, trying to close from Wade's invasion. "Don't want, Banner," Bobby groaned. "Just you." He reached a bit back and gripped Wade's wrists. "Done cleaning?"

"Cleaning? Yeah. Done? No." Wade dove back in, hands stretching Bobby even further, wanting to see just how far he cou go.

Bobby whined, hips squirming, "Shower, Wade."

Ignoring him, Wade added more fingers, thrusting them slowly.
"Don't!"


Wade mumbled something into the fleshy cavern, extending his tongue as far as he could. His fingers spread and pressed, twisting, curling, and continuously thrusting.

Bobby tried to pull away as he huffed, "That's too much!"

'Too bad', Wade thought, not letting up in the least. He liked Bobby, but he liked him more when he was out of his mind with pleasure. And that was his goal.

"Wade," Bobby purred, "you're gonna stretched me too far."
Another finger.


"Wilson!"

Wade kissed over and over as he finally pulled his mouth away. "Willie," he corrected, going back to circling his tongue around the rim.

Again, Bobby tried to pull away as he whimpered, "Willie!"

Wade brought a hand to the front of Bobby's thigh, dragging him back and impaling him either harder on his fingers. Teeth nibbling at the outer ring of muscle, his invading digits started searching for that perfect spot.
The Iceman groaned, reaching between his thighs he stroked his erection fervently as he shook his hips against Wade.


It didn't take long for Wade's probing fingers to find the spongy ball of nerves. He bent two fingers, pressing his nails into it. The merc bit down at the edge of Bobby's opening, purring against his skin.

Bobby's hand moved faster as he yelled into the sheet. A dry orgasm racking his body.

A few more slowly strokes of his fingers and Wade pulled away completely. Wiping his slick hand on the sheets and his clean hand across his mouth. "Clean enough for ya, Blondie?"

Bobby fell onto his side, wrapping his arms about his abdomen. The blonde looked to Wade, utterly exhausted, he mumbled, "Shower."
The merc stood and gently scooped the smaller man into his arms. "You're gonna have to stand for a bit," he mumbled against Bobby's temple. "Can you manage that, Blondie?"


The blonde nodded, resting his head into Wade as he closed his eyes.

Sheets dirty, Wade and Bobby slept on a mattress as naked as they were. Nowhere near as exhausted as the blonde, the mercenary woke with sun. A strong hand rubbed slow circles over Bobby's abs as Wade kissed the neck of the man he was spooning. "Morning, Blondie."

Bobby sighed into the touch and presence of another person. He peeked up, staring blankly, "Wade."

"Hey sleepy head," he smiled. "Thought you should know that Wolvie'll be comin' to kick my ass in about two hours."
A hand ran through blonde locks as Bobby exhaled slowly. His body was sore, his hips were hurting, and his ass felt enflamed. He knew that feeling, and as he thought back on the evening before, he cringed. His hands rubbed at his increasingly flushing face as he groaned, "Goddamn it. It happened, again."


Wade chuckled and buried his face in Bobby's hair, inhaling deeply. "It happened seven times, baby boy. You've got a lot to give."

"I don't even want to remember," Iceman grouched, his hands still covering his face.

"Don't say that," Wade pouted. "You /loved/ last night." Fingers wrapped around a slender wrist and pulled one of Bobby's hands away from his face. "Why do you always do that, Blondie? You shouldn't hate yourself in the morning."

Bobby peeked at Wade, but quickly glanced away. His cheeks were red hot, "You don't get it. I...never act like...like I did...like how I end up with you."
Wade snorted. "Of course I get it. Petey's the same way." His hand continued to rub Bobby's stomach comfortingly. "Doesn't mean anything, baby. You shouldn't be ashamed; you're amazing when you get like that."


Bobby frowned but didn't push the other man away. "I don't like it because it's like I am a totally different person. I'm a completely out of it and not like myself. It's scary." The blonde rubbed at his throat, "Not to mention it hurts to talk."

"Mmm," Wade nuzzled the back of Bobby's head, kissing softly over and over. "You were screaming for me. Sounded like heaven." He stretched his legs out before curling back around Bobby with a purr. "It's just a different side of you, Blondie. A private side. One you should definitely get to know...."

"I sound pathetic," Bobby grimaced. Then, he was hit with a vivid memory. "Oh, god, I didn't..."

"You bet that sweet ass of yours, you did." Wade's arm tucked around Bobby's waist and held him close. "Hot as hell, too."
"Wade," Bobby's hands gripped the man'd arms. "I didn't...piss myself...did I?"


"Mm-hm. Like I said," Wade squeezed Bobby's midsection, "hot as hell."

Needless to say, Bobby was horrified. Again, he covered his face with his hands, "Please tell me the sheets got cleaned up at least."

Wade snorted, "Why do you think your bed looks like this?" He was referring to the stripped bare mattress beneath them. "And before you ask, I already told you that I'm so not doing your laundry." The merc snuggled harder into the blonde, murmuring, "Stop trying to hide from this, baby. We had a great night; don't act like you won't be getting off to the memories."

Bobby sighed, "Who...is doing the laundry, then?"
"Eh, I'll make Mickey do it later."


"Oh, god," Bobby sighed, again.

Wade smiled into fair hair. "Stop worrying, Blondie," he chided. "And tell me how much you love me~"

Bobby glanced up at Wade, "I will if you don't tell her what happened. I can't exactly move so it's not like I can do the laundry right now..."

Wade just laughed at him. He hugged tight once more, whispering, "Robert Louis, you are a gift from God. And I am going to spread the good word."
Unhappy with that answer, Bobby frosted his tips before pinching Wade's arm.


"Keep your chill to yourself, Blondie," the man chuckled, shaking him off gently. He withdrew his arm, rolling onto his back and stretching out, joints popping loudly. "I don't know about you," he grunted before sighing and relaxing again. "But I'm fucking hungry."

The blonde groaned, rolling onto his stomach and then realizing he was nude. He closed his eyes, "Why didn't you at least put shorts on me?"

"And cover this up?" Wade slapped Bobby's ass hard before digging his fingers into the flesh. "Why would I do that?"

Bobby flinched, face scrunching as he groaned, "Owowow! Don't do that!" He waved the other's hand away. "Fucking hurts like a bitch."



---



Remy slipped out of the room while Rogue slept. He wanted to silence his stomach so he went down to the kitchen, not surprised to see that Kurt was sitting at the counter. Though, he was surprised to see the indigo man look so solemn, hunched over with his hands in his hair. The Cajun sat beside him, clapping a hand to his back he said, "Too early for ya?"



Kurt looked up, startled, and attempted a smile, "Oh, guten morgen, Remy."
"I wonder why," Wade laughed. He'd let Bobby notice the bruises decorating his ass on his own. Standing up, he located his pants and pulled them on, underwear be damned. Wade patted down his pockets and his hidden pockets to check that everything was there. "You want breakfast, Blondie?" he asked over his shoulder, one hand on the door.


Kurt sighed and shook his head, "Remy, mein fruend, I normally vould not bozer you, aber...I saw Ho-Lucille down here."



---



"I don't care," Bobby mumbled. "Just hurry back."

Remy raised a brow. "An' that gon' made you sad? Here, Gambit thought you liked her."



---



"Or what?" Wade teased. "You'll miss me?"

"I do," Kurt sighed. "A lot. But, she ignored me."



---



"I wanna talk with you," Bobby shifted, his ass muscles shifted as well in plain sight as he settled better on his stomach.

"Dat spells trouble," Remy nodded. "Is there something you done ta make yuh cher upset? B'cuz ya know love don't work without apologies."



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Wade looked back and then turned around, leaning on the door. He crossed his arms over his chest casually. "Food can wait."

Kurt bit his lip. "She looked like she had been crying, und vhen I tried to talk to her, she pulled away und left. She even called me 'Professor'." He looked to Remy anxiously, "She doesn't call me zat in private anymore. I am afraid Deimos has said somezing to her, but I'm not sure vhat exactly it vas. It could have been about my blunder or perhaps even Vanda..."



---



"Are you sure?" Bobby rose a brow, he shifted once more, his legs heavy but restless. "Because I'm obviously not going anywhere."


"What was dis 'blunder' anyhow?" Remy drawled, pulling out his pack of cards. "Remy's heard it from Bobby an Wilson but don't know what went down."



---



"I told ya, Blondie," Wade crossed the room, stretching himself back out on the bed, "Wolvie's gonna come beat my ass sooner than later." His hand ran slowly down Bobby's Bobby, from shoulder to thigh. "And I need to be ready to run," the merc smirked, rubbing the smooth skin over Bobby's sit bones. He distantly wondered if he'd ever be allowed to beat that skin into rich red welts. Maybe with a belt, followed by his bare hand. "So talk."

Kurt groaned, "It vas my turn to check on ze students, but I vas delayed because I vas talking vith Vanda. I allowed myself to get sidetracked."



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Bobby hummed from Wade's touch. His mind quickly filling in an imagination of the merc slipping a dry finger down his crack before shoving it brutally up his ass. He shuddered, terrified he was thinking like this. "Um, last night..."

"Den what?" Remy shuffled his cards one handed.



---



"Mm-hm," Wade hummed, squeezing and releasing handfuls of Bobby's thigh. "Was a lot of fun," he finished for the other, he hand stroking over the blonde's bruised cheeks before going back to massaging a thigh.

"Zere vas a quake. It caused loose boulders to fall und create a rockslide. Some of ze children fell into ze stream vile running. Zey did not have zeir powers at ze time. Vade Vilson of all people saved zem."



---



Bobby waved away the other's hand as he spoke, "I'm trying to say something. I...enjoyed it..." the blonde flushed. "But...ever since you manipulated and seduced me...it's just gonna take time to get used to."

"Ah." Remy mindlessly waterfalled his cards from one hand to the other. "So you think the petit cher is mad b'cuz ya weren't there when son frere needed ya. Wilson, da ol' fool, mentioned something like that." The cards waterfalled themselves back up, against gravity. "Now, I don' know if this has anything to do wich'ya, but Gambit walked into a fight yesterday 'tween Deadpool 'un le frere. They was gettin reckless so I sent Wilson on 'is way. Maybe cher upset 'bout that 'ole mess, too."



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"Manipulated?" Wade repeated, sounding horrified. "Blondie, how could you? To accuse me, Deadpool, of all people! Of manipulating someone for my own gain? I- I never." He smacked Bobby's ass to punctuate his words, "Never!" Then a single finger slid over angry skin and into the valley of his crack. "Seduction, however...."


"Mein Gott," Kurt murmured. He ran a hand through his hair. "I vas vorried Deimos mentioned Vanda to her."



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"Manipulation is the perfect word," Bobby waved Wade's hand away for the third time after flinching away from the smack. "And stop hitting! It hurts!"

"Mon ami," Remy shook his head, "does petit cher seem the jealous type to you? Non, I'm sure. The Witch has nothin' t'do wit' this."



---



"But your ass bounces so cutely~" Wade giggled. "And turns so red!" The merc refrained from another slap, but just barely. One day he was going to leave welts of a perfect hand print in those cheeks, but not today. "You were saying something about being helpless to my powers of seduction?"




















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Kurt changed topics too quickly for the slow talking Cajun to give his opinion, but Remy supposed it didn't matter. "Only his pride was injured," he drawled. "But it seemed Wade went an' broke somethin a'his - jewelry, maybe? Da kid was mighty upset 'bout tha 'ole thing."



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"You sure did, Blondie," Wade beamed. He rolled halfway on top of the other, forcing his arms between Bobby's chest and the mattress to to hug him tightly. "And it was sooooo hot~"

Kurt rubbed at his chin, "Jewelry? I have never seen wear any. But, Lucille might know if zey both wear it. You didn't talk to him?"



---



"You're heavy," Bobby grumbled, but did not remove his face from the pillow.

Remy just shrugged, a card dancing through his fingers. "I tried, mon ami, but da boy just walked off. An' I had my own cheri to see."



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"All muscle, Blondie," Wade chuckled, flexing as he nuzzled his face against every part of Bobby he could reach. "Everybody does weird stuff when they're horny - just ask Petey!"

Kurt blanched, "So nobody talked to him?"



---



Bobby huffed, "Well, I'm not used to it." The blonde tried to glance up, "Just give me some time and...bring Parker over."

"Whatever you want, baby boy," Wade hummed, his nuzzling turned into kissing Bobby's shoulders and neck. "He is just going to /love you/."



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"Mah Marie sent a message to your doctor McCoy, but Remy was a little distracted las' night to follow up," he smiled sheepishly.


That sounded funny to Bobby. All of this sounded funny to him. He always saw Parker as the "Don't touch me" sort. To hear that he does the same if not worse things as Bobby has done with Wade is shocking. The blonde sighed at the kisses, then he chuckled, "I think I'm already getting uses to this a little."



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Kurt sighed. He couldn't be mad at Remy, especially when it made his sister so happy. "Vell, I cannot see Hank leaving Deimos alone. He looks after ze boy und is closet vith him zan anyone else. But, he must have been upset enough for Holly to wake up. Und, now she is mad at me. How am I suppose to apologize if she vill not speak to me?"

"Good," Wade mumbled, slowly covering every inch of Bobby's skin with hot, soft kisses. "The more you do it, the more normal it'll be," he smirked against a shoulder blade.



---



Slipping his cards back into his pocket, Remy stood. He patted Kurt's back once, heading for the fridge. "You're a smart man," the thief assured him. "Remy knows you'll figure it out." Pulling a cold pear out, he raised a brow. "Why does everyone 'round here put such weird stuff in the 'fridgerator?" he muttered to himself, taking a bite anyway. He turned back to Kurt, leaning against the counter as he chewed. "Remy also knows that all dem mademoiselles 'preciate flowers."

Bobby grunted, shifting to get comfortable beneath the other, "Y'know...I've never told anyone before..."



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"But, how vill flowers get her to talk to me? If she von't let me near her?"

Wade hummed into the strong muscles beneath him before saying with a smirk, "Told anyone what? Your middle name?"



---



"Use your imagination," Remy encouraged. "Deliver 'em wit' a message. Leave dem in her room for her." He pointed a gloved finger at Kurt. "If you like de petit cher, you'll figure it out."

"Not that," Bobby snorted. "I have never told anyone...how long it took me to get comfortable with sex with girls."



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Kurt fiddled his fingers, biting his lip. "It's hard. Ve are in ze zird quarter of school. She is still my student und if I gave her something...it could not be somezing of ze romantic nature." He sighed a laugh, "Did I tell you she made a vood carving of me for Christmas? I still have it. In my room."


At this, Wade actually stopped. "I don't think you told me that, either."



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"Remy thinks any gifts between loves are of tha' romantic type," he informed Kurt. "'Specially somethin dat personal. But I see what you sayin. There are lotsa ways to say sorry that don' involve words."

Bobby laughed, "Because I have never told anyone ever."



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"Vhat if..." Kurt was suddenly shy. "I made something for her?"

Wade rested a cheek against Bobby's back. "You /sure/ you aren't gay, Ice? Or at least something other than straight? Makes no difference to me, but yeesh."



---



Remy chuckled. "Then ya'd still be deep in romance territory, mon ami. But Remy'd bet good money she'd love it."

"Dunno," Bobby sighed. "Definitely not gay, though. I enjoy my time with women. It just took a whole month before I could touch Kitty after our first time. Maybe it was because I didn't have sex until I was twenty. But physically intimate stuff just felt foreign so it scared me for a long time."



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Kurt's tail twitched, even wagged, as he thought of something, "I zink I know vhat I can do." He beamed, "Danke schön, mein fruend."

"That's weird, Blondie." Wade was always so sympathetic. "Guess it's a good thing I leave you alone for a while after."



---



Remy bowed his head briefly. "Remy LeBeau, always at your service."




Bobbu shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not. If touch is never there, I can't ever get used to it, right?"



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Kurt stood, "Danke, Remy, really. Oh, und, as always, if you get Rogue pregnang, by ze brozerly code, I vill have to tear you down."

Wade grinned, going back to nuzzling the back and sides of Bobby's neck. "Are you saying you want me to hang around more, Blondie?"



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Remy just laughed. "I would accept my death wit honor."

"Not saying that," Bobby stated. "If you were here more I would be fired for not showing up for class."



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Kurt beamed, waved, then ported away.

"See?" Wade laughed, kissing the top of Bobby's spine. "It's not manipulation if you can't resist me~"
"Wrong," Bobby snorted. "It's manipulation because I can't resist you."


"So you admit you can't resist me?"

Bobby pressed up with his back, chuckling he replied, "Manipulation, right there."

Wade kissed down Bobby's spine with a low hum. "So," he started, "if I brought Petey around, you'd be interested? Even if it was, mmmmm, next week, maybe?"

"So long as it doesn't interfere with my work. I promised, regardless."
"Even if we wanted to do weird stuff?" he chuckled.

---

"We did some pretty weird stuff last night." Bobby groaned, "I still can't believe I...I've never pissed myself before..."

"That was less pissing yourself, and more losing control. And let me tell you," he trailed his lips up to Bobby's ear, whispering, "it was /beautiful/." One of Wade's arms inched out from underneath Bobby, his hand resting on the man's ribs. "But if that's what you call weird, Blondie, you are in for a rude awaking."

"Every morning I wake up with you is rude," Bobby rebuttled.

"/That/ was rude," Wade shot back, pinching skin between his teeth.
Bobby grunted, "Hey, no teeth."


"That's a shitty rule, Ice," Wade grumbled, but lapped at the spot in apology. "If were going with 'no teeth', I think you should practice sucking my dick."

"If you're that picky, then practice sucking your own dick," Bobby replied.

"Been there, done that. It's not that great." Wade sighed onto the wet licks on Bobby's back. "If you won't, maybe I should call Mickey up here - I'm sure she'd be happy to."

"Nope," Bobby didn't even flinch. "I can't move. I don't want to be alone. I don't want Cassie here. So, too bad."
Wade sat up, situating himself on Bobby's butt. "Pretty sure my phone is...." he mumbled, patting his pockets until he found what he was looking for. "Ah!" Unlocking his phone, the merc laid himself back over top of the blonde, his elbows by Bobby's ears. "Now, what should we say?"




"Wade!" Bobby tried to push up but his lower back hurt. He whined, "Wade, please don't."

Wade shushed him, grinning. "It'll be fun! Don't you wanna see Mickey choking as I come down her throat? I sure do. Oh, I should just say that!" he exclaimed happily, starting to type.

"This may come as a surprise to you, but I do not want to watch one of my best friends sucking dick."

"That does surprise me," Wade nodded, not that Bobby could see him, as he continued to type. "Since you're cool watching Petey do it."
"Parker isn't one of my best friends."




"Fucking each other'll get you there pretty quick," Wade told him, "believe me. Why do you think me and Mick are BFFLs?"

"But Cassie is my friend now. I don't need to fuck her or watch you fuck her," Bobby was exasperated.

"What if I want her to watch me fuck you? One of the few things she can't have." Wade buried his face in Bobby's hair for a moment, kissing his scalp. "My beautiful blonde, just out of her reach. I would love that."

Bobby shook his head. "I give up. You're fucking insane."
"So that's a yes?" Wade asked with some excitement.




"I agree to nothing," Bobby stated firmly.

"That's too bad," Wade chucked the phone off to the side somewhere, "because I already sent the text." He wriggled on top of Bobby like he was trying to burrow into the other's skin. "Oh, I hope Wolvie comes up, too. Wouldn't that be fun~"

"I draw the line on Logan, Wade," the blonde snapped. "And, get off. You're hurting me."

"You don't want that massive Wolverine cock tearing your ass apart?" he asked with complete innocence. He slid off to the side and pulled Bobby on top of him so they were stomach to stomach.
Bobby grunted at being moved, and again as he felt the rough texture of Wade's pants against his sensitive exposed genitals. "No, I like my ass just the way it is."




"Can't say I disagree, Blondie," Wade chuckled, planting a kiss on his forehead. "But a man can dream, can't he?"

"You live in a fantasy land," Bobby smirked before pecking the other on the lips.

Wade sighed a happy grin on his face. "If only you knew, Blondie. If only you knew...."



---



Cassie was still asleep in Logan's arms when her phone chimed. She reached for it blindly, finding it after a few tries, and winced when the bright screen attacked her sleepy brain. It was a text from Willie.



- Come wash the sheets plz? Blondie's self conscious ≧﹏≦

Bobby rolled his eyes, but said nothing as he simply rested his forehead against the other's shoulder.



---



"No," Logan murmured as he squeezed Cassie tight

Wade's hands wandered down Bobby's sides, occasionally pinching gently and tickling, hoping to make the blonde squirm.



---



Cassandra relaxed into Logan's touch and putting her phone face down on the bed. She'd happily do the dumbest shit for her friend, but it didn't even seem close to worth it right now. "You know he's not going to leave me alone," she sighed, having no way of knowing that Wade's phone was currently out of his reach.




Bobby didn't move his facd in its hiding spot, but his hands reaching behind him to smack away the mercenary. "Wilson," he gave a gruff laugh that he was trying to suppress.



----



Logan nuzzled his face into her hair. He repeated, "No."

Undeterred, Wade just smirked and drummed his fingers at the base of Bobby's ribs. "What's the matter Blondie?"



---



A sly smile spread over Cassie's face and could be heard in her voice, "Make it worth my while to stay."

Bobby nuzzled under Wade's chin, "Just trying to get used to your body."



---



Nipping atop an ear, Logan murmured into her ear, "Wanna sit on my face?"

As cute as that was - Wade could just squeeze the life out this kid - it wasn't the reaction he was looking for right now. "Good, good," he hummed, hands traveling lower, to Bobby's hips. Then his fingers danced up to to the soft curve where his ass began.



---



"Hell fucking yes!" Cassie responded immediately as she sat straight up and twisted around to grin down at Logan.

Bobby huffed as he realized what Wade was trying. The blonde slipped his fingers down the band of the merc's pants and frosted them there.



---



Logan chuckled relaxing on his back, he shifted slightly to rid himself of any kinks in his spine then gestured for Cassie to go ahead.




"Hey, easy Blondie," Wade laughed, moving his hands up to the small of Bobby's back. "I'm just tryna feel you up.!



---



Cassie moved so her entire body was facing Logan and leaned down to kiss him, tucking her hair behind an ear.

"It never ends just there," Bobby spoke warily as he removed his hands from the other.



---



Logan hummed, kissing her, molding his lips against hers. He reached down and out, smacking a hand sharply against her ass. The wolverine mumbled between their kiss, "C'mon. Up."

"Because you never want it to," Wade reminded him cheekily. He really did want nothing more than to molest those adorable, abused buns, but if Bobby asked he would gladly give. Then they'd be stuck in the same cycle of 'love, regret, absolve, repeat'. Not that Wade minded. But Bobby did, so he stuck to smoothing his fingertips up and down the man's spine.



---



Cassie squeaked, hips jerking forward, and she pulled away. "Impatient," she tutted, moving one knee so she was on either side of the man's neck. "Ah," Cass prompted, opening her mouth to show what she wanted Logan to mimick.

At that, Bobby bit Wade's shoulder. He didn't confirm nor deny this.



---



Logan parted his lips not even an inch apart. He teasingly stuck the tip of his tongue out, smirking playfully as he knew that wasn't what the woman wanted.

Wade snorted at the blonde's reaction. "Hey, Ice," he started to ask, fingers steadily dipping lower once more, "you ever been spanked?"



---



Cassie stroked some fingers under the man's chin, shaking her head with a smile, before swiping the pad of her thumb over the tip of Logan's tongue. She dipped her thumb into his barely open mouth and waited, the rest of her fingers scratching gentle at his jaw.




Bobby frowned, "Even if I wanted to try that out as an adult I already told you that my ass hurts enough as it is."



---



Without warning, Logan gripped Cassie and opened his mouth wide. He placed her just right and slid the point of his tongue from bottom of her vag to the tip of her clit before suckling harshly.

"That didn't have to mean /now/," Wade rolled his eyes. His hands settled lightly over Bobby's pert cheeks, not moving. "I'm just asking questions, Blondie."



---



"Oh, FUCK." Cassie's eyes shot open and her thighs clamped around the wolverine's head. Her hands had flown to the headboard where she kept a white-knuckle grip and panted, "Fucking.... Christ, Logan!" She shifted over top of him, thighs relaxing but toes curling. "Jesus.... Fuck." One hand moved from the headboard to Logan's hair and tugged sharply as a small retaliation. "You can't just /do that/."

Bobby shifted a little, but he was getting so used to Wade's touch at this moment that he hardly noticed the hands on him. "I can't be too sure with you," the blonde shrugged.



---



Logan winced, growling into her flesh and pressing his palms against the bottom of her ass, smacking back lightly. His suckling was in rapid motions before he drew them out. Suckling harsher and harsher until he couldn't hold it and he had to start over. The wolverine gave a shake of his head, jostling the sensitive skin and smacking both cheeks, again.



"There's no fun in being predictable." Wade smoothed his hands down to the tops of Bobby's thighs, then back up to his butt. He squeezed lightly, not enough to anger the bruises that were already there - he just wanted to feel the give beneath his fingers. "But I'll always talk to you, Blondie. Elaborate, or what-fucking-ever. Just ask."



---



Whining, Cassie rested her forehead against the back of the hand that was on the headboard. Her other hand held firm in Logan's hair but wasn't pulling anymore, just the occasional unconscious twitch. It took serious effort to stay still but she couldn't stop the small, reflexive jerks of her hips away from his mouth and hands. She panted hotly, the infrequent curse and quiet moan dropping from her lips. Every so often she'd forget where she was and grind her hips down hard, choking on a breath with the shock it sent up her spine. "Logan... Logan... yes, God," Cassie whimpered a familiar chant.

Bobby's lips twitched into a smile for a second and nothing more. He hid his eyes into the other's shoulder, his hands reaching under the pillow beneath Wade's head as he stretched and settled where his bones laid.



---



Logan gripped Cassie's hips, holding her above him as he tore his mouth from her. The flat of his tongue slipped across her vaginal cannal before stiffening and thrusting into her. He hummed at her taste, then pulled back to lap at her clit.




"You're so cute, Blondie," Wade murmured into soft hair, pulling and gripping at the skin under his hands. "Betcha never had any girl take care of ya like this, hm?"



---



With Logan holding her still, Cassie was free to try an squirm, knowing full well that she couldn't move an inch. Her opening fluttered and her entire body clamped down on nothing. Her toes curled and uncurled repeatedly, feet flexing. Cassandra pushed up, more in an effort to test Logan's control rather than get away; his dominance and her helplessness was a huge turn on. And still she begged for nothing in particular as her core slowly tightened, "Logan.... Logan, please. Ha... oh, God, please."

Bobby gripped at Wade's wrists as he replied, "Well, Kitty used to let me rest my head on her stomach. She would pet my hair and it felt so nice."



---



A thick finger slipped in, curling and rubbing in furious small circles as Logan worked his lips and tongue harder, faster around Cassie. The suction from the back of his mouth drawing in his cheeks as breathed heavily from his nose.

Gently, Wade pulled one hand from Bobby's grasp and brought it up to run through his hair. "Yeah?" he hummed, alternating between massaging the blonde's scalp in small circles and combing his fingers through the hair. His other hand had stilled over a pale globe, but didn't draw away. "What else?"



---



Her breathe came in hitched little gasps until Cassie stopped breathing all together. Her hips twitched and rolled one... two... three times before she let out a long, shuddering sigh. The muscles around Logan's finger gripped hard then released, fluttering and dancing around him. "Don't stop," she breathed, legs trembling. "Not yet."

Bobby snorted, his grip relaxing as he murmured, "If she was in the right mood, she would let me eat her out."



---



Logan pulled back, blowing cool air onto Cassie's exposed underside as he thrusted a second finger to grind against her spot. He glanced up, trying to see her eyes, "Bark for me, Lassie. Bark like the bitch you are."

Wade chuckled, trying not to jostle the blonde. "Who needs to be in the 'right mood' for that?" He pulled on Bobby's hair slowly and just firm enough to stimulate his scalp. "Bet you were good at it, though."



---



Cassie gasped, then moaned quietly as she squirmed, fingers tightening in Logan's hair. "Fuck you," she snapped, though it didn't come out all that threatening, as her cheeks turned pink.




Bobby's eyes fluttered closed as he let go of Wade, his hands finding their spot beneath the pillow once more. "I like to think the ladies leave my bed satisfied."



---



"That's my little bitch in heat," Logan grinned, his arm moving in quick jerks as he thrusted his thick digits. "Wanna see you dance on my fingers, Lassie."

"I know I do," Wade teased him. He drummed his fingers on one of Bobby's cheeks, loving the way they bounced. His other hand continued to play with the man's hair. It was so silky, having no product in it after their shower last night, and slipped right through his fingers. "I can't decide which way I like you more, Blondie: clean or dirty."



---



She bit her bottom lip, eyes closing, as the hand that was in Logan's locks joined her other one at the headboard to help steady herself. In careful control, Cassie lifted herself up and slowly came back down, too sensitive to match Logan's pace. The assault had her twitching harder and more frequently, her legs, her arms, hips, thighs. She whimpered every time his fingers brushed a certain spot and chewed her lip til it bled to keep from crying out.

"Well, I enjoy being clean," Bobbh answered, his hands digging under the pillow to fit beneath Wade's head, enjoying the pressure and not caring if it bothered the mercenary.



---



"Don't do that," Logan reached up to tug on her jaw. "Don't damage my beautiful lips." He twisted his wrist and his thumb rubbed against her clit.

Wade tugged on Bobby's hair lightly. "And I enjoy you covered in sweat and tears and piss and jizz," he replied, eloquent as always. He bent his head up to kiss the top of the blonde's own, "But this is nice, too."



---



"No!" Cassie yelped, jerking away from Logan's thumb. Unfortunately for her, the action caused his fingers to hit hard against her G-spot and she crumpled with a low moan, leaning heavily against the headboard. The woman's eyes were screwed shut and she was breathing hard, body shaking faintly.

Bobby nuzzled into Wade's chest, "Good thing your opinion doesn't matter."



---



Logan slipped his fingers from her, his hand on her hip allowing Cassie to sit on his chest. He languidly lapped up the fluid that dripped down to his knuckles. His nose was filled with her scent to the point it was neartly euphoric.




Wade pinched the ass cheek under his hand in response. "That's rude. Maybe Petey'll teach you some manners, too," he smirked.



---



Keeping her hands where they were, Cassie eventually cracked an eye, and a smile. "I didn't say you could stop," she murmured, only half serious.

Bobby stiffened, his asscheeks clenching and he frowned. Though, the corners of his mouth were curved to show the hint of a playful smile. Moving his hand from beneath the pillow, the blonde froze his hand and in turn gripped the back of Wade's neck.



---



Logan smirked. He adjusted Cassie further down his chest and gripped her knees. The wolverine parting her already spread thighs wider to fully display her. "You want more, you're gonna have to do it yourself."

With a surprised grunt, Wade lifted his head to escape Bobby's cold touch. "It is so unfair that you do that, Blondie," he scolded, sounding almost amused. "And you don't even have a damn clue how cold it is."



---



One hand behind her on Logan's stomach, Cassie dragged her other hand over his chest, through the dampness she'd left there, and up her own body to cup a breast. "Maybe if you ask me nicely," she smiled, lips parting with a quiet sigh when she brushed her fingers over an already hard nipple.

Bobby chuckled, lifting up a bit, but not completely as he laid his palms on Wade's bare abdomen; hands still frozen.



---



Logan's smirk grew, he reached behind her and stroked himself. "You're the one wanting more."

"Ah, hey!" Wade snatched Bobby's wrists, lifting them off his skin. "I've been nice to you all morning, Blondie, and this is how you repay me?" he pouted. "Guess I won't make that mistake again."



---



Cassie stretched her arms over her head, pushing her chest forward. "I'm good, then," she hummed. She ran her hands through her hair before skimming them down her breasts and stomach and finally her thighs, still spread wide for Logan. She had already come for Logan's mouth, anything else was just extra.




"Can't handle teasing?" Bobby grinned, leaning forward and poking his nose to the other's.



---



Logan licked his lips as he stroked himself harder but languid. "Spread yourself for this old man? Let me see that tight hole."

"That's not teasing," Wade argued. He stuck his tongue out then quickly pulled it back it, realizing Bobby could freeze it. "That's just destroying my skin cells. And I should know what that feels like." He looked at Bobby seriously, "It doesn't feel nice."



---



Smile returning, one of Cassie's hands trailed up the inside of her thigh. She pressed her palm against her mound before slipping two fingers between her folds, rubbing slowly before scissoring them and separating the swollen lips. Cassie's unoccupied hand gripped her thigh tightly. She watched Logan's eyes even as a blush covered her skin.

Bobby pouted, ice disappearing as he murmured, "Well, sorry."



---



Logan inhaled, his body shaking as he pumped himself a little faster. His eyes trailed up, taking in everything as he stated, "You're the most fucking stunning creature I've ever seen."

Wade kissed the back of one of Bobby's hands. "Light touches, baby boy," he instructed. "That shit /hurts/."



---



Smile growing, Cassie bit her lip shyly. Her free hand came to tease her clit and she shuddered. "Only when I'm like this?" Edging her hand lower, she let a finger disappear inside, quickly following it by a second. Her folds were still being held open when she stretched her entrance, too, breath catching in her throat.

"I thought you liked pain," the blonde stuck his tongue out.



---



"Naw," Logan shook his head. He grinned, looking back down heatedly at her core. "This doesn't hurt, though."




Wade reached out, pretending like he was going to pinch Bobby's tongue. "Not when we're like this. And if you get to freeze me, I should get to grope that tight little ass of yours," he grinned.



---



Opening herself wider, Cassie smirked. If Logan had been meeting her eyes she would've winked. As it was, she arched her back and gasped. "Oh, Logan," she moaned out softly, "you're so /big/. I don't think I can take you." Her eyes closed, jaw going slack as she stretched further. "Oh, God, I'm just so /full/ Logan. I- I can't. You're too much!"

"You've been doing that anyway!"



---



Logan growled. He gripped under both of her knees before he shoved forward, Cassie on her back as he towered over her. He pressed her knees to her shoulders, his mouth on her neck and the tip of his weeping erection rubbing against her labia. "Want me to put it in?" he whispered.

"No," Wade's hands moved to cup Bobby's ass, "/this/ is groping." He punctuated his words with a hard squeeze, pulling Bobby higher on his body a few inches as his thumbs dipped into the crack displayed for him. The merc grabbed at two handfuls, digging his nails in, before releasing and repeating his actions. "See?" he smirked. "Big difference."



---



"Yes, please," the woman breathed, a tight grip on the back of his neck and bicep. "Please, fuck me hard Logan," Cassie begged. "I wanna come on your cock. I want you to fill me up."

Bobby's legs inadvertantly spread, his knees on either side of Wade's hips and digging into the mattress. Bobby twisted, grunting, and gripped at the merc's wrists, "I get it!"



---



Without hesitating, Logan speared through. In a second he was buried to his base before his hips snapped into a hurried pace. "Wanna come on you," he purred, nuzzling under her chin. "Wanna come in you."

"I know~" Wade giggled, not letting go of his reddening prize while he pinched and pulled. "But I just can't stop messing with it~!"



---



"Yeah," Cassie breathed, raising her hips to meet his thrusts. "Yeah. Mmmmnnn, fuck!" Her eyes squeezed closed, head tilting back as she arched her spine off the bed.




"Wilson," Bobby groaned, but as he squirmed, his sensitive nude genitals rubbed agaist the fabric of Wade's pants. The blonde bit the inside of his bottom lip.



---



"Come soon, yeah?" Logan kept her close as he thrusted. Faster and faster, hard but only as hard as her body could withstand so be wouldn't harm her.

"Something wrong, Blondie?" Wade taunted, nuzzling the other as he kept up his unwelcome attack. "Because this end isn't complaining!"



---



"No," she panted. "Can't. Fuck! So close." Cassie whined wordlessly, the hand on Logan's arm gripping tight.

"It sure as hell is!" Bobby snipped, clawing at Wade's hands. Then he whined out, "Wade stopped."



---



Logan huffed, panted into her ear before nipping it. Then, he bit down into her shoulder just enough to get a reaction, but not enough to hurt her. He kissed her jaw, his hips snapping faster, and whispered, "Let loose, Cassandra."

Surprisingly, the mercenary complied instantly. His strong arms wrapped around Bobby's middle, holding him close. "I'm sorry Blondie," Wade chuckled, but you're just so cute! How can you except me to control myself?"



---



Moaning, Cassie raked her fingers down the man's bicep, leaving long red scratches in her wake. "Fuck, Logan. Yes, yes," she chanted, teetering on the edge.

Bobby scoffed. "Just..." he was starting to get a little nervous as there was a dull buzzing in his loins. "Just let me go so I can sleep. I'm done talking for now and you wanted to get breakfast."



---



"Cassie," he growled. "I need you to come for me. Come and squeeze me. Milk me."


"Aw, but you're so snuggly!" Wade protested, pulling Bobby up even further to bury his face in the blonde's neck. "I dun wanna."



---



That was all it took. Obediently, Cassie came - hard. She moaned his name as every inch of her body tried to become one with Logan's. Her hot core clamped down impossibly tightly, muscles rippling as it tried to draw the man further inside than physically possible and maybe even suck out his soul while he was down there.

Bobby pressed on Wade's chest, squirming, "Your body heat is rising. It's getting hot. Let go."



---



Logan loved the scent of her climax. He shuddered, body tightening, and he was soon to follow. His hips twitched and rolled as his string of resolve broke. A deep gutteral moan in his throat while he panted in Cassie's ear.

"Noooo," Wade whined, rolling them both onto their sides and wrapping his legs around Bobby's. "Snuggle time." Petey was going to have a lot to teach the blonde, Wade decided.



---



A second wave hit Cassandra as Logan filled her with white heat. She sobbed once, wrapping an arm over Logan's shoulder to keep him close as she shook through what was essentially her third orgasm. Cassie pulled on the black hair she'd tangled her fingers in. "Oh, God, Logan," she gasped.

Bobby groaned. It was really hot between them, but he knew it wasn't because Wade's body temp was rising...



---



The wolverine sighed. He pulled out and landed on his side, pulling Cassie close and burying his face into her hair. "Not God," he breathed.

"You're so warm and cuddly, Blondie," Wade hummed. "It's not like you~"



---



Cassie gave a weak laugh. "Ass," she mumbled, smiling and tangling her legs with Logan's, pressing herself as close to him as she could get. "Empty," she complained, face buried in his chest.




Bobby tried to unhinge his legs from the other as he responded, "Well, I don't feel cuddly anymore, because the warm one is you."



---



Logan snorted, "Your ass is empty?" He slipped a hand down her back and gripped a cheek. "I can fix that."

"Stop squirmin' Blondie," Wade scolded playfully, ignoring the other's objections. "You're gonna get me hard."



---



Cassie giggled, wriggling in his grasp. "Something like that." A hand snuck it's way down and started to stroke him slowly.

Bobby stilled, not even looking the man in the eye.



---



"Hey," Logan gripped Cassie's wrist, "just relax. Still early in the morning. Don't need to do everything at once."

"Better." Wade snuggled up for the last time, resting his chin on top of Bobby's head. He inhaled deeply. "You're bigger than Petey," he mumbled.



---



Cassie gave a puppy whine, "I want you in. Please?"

 

[Deer Teeth]

Better." Wade snuggled up for the last time, resting his chin on top of Bobby's head. He inhaled deeply. "You're smaller than Petey," he mumbled.

---

Cassie gave a puppy whine, "I want you in. Please?"
Bobby had an awkward grip on Wade's arms. He murmured into the other's shoulder, "I might not be in all areas."


---

"Hey," Logan kiss her softly, sweetly. "Just relax. Soon, I gotta recharge." He stroked her cheek, "You kinda wiped me out last night."

"Got that right," Wade snorted. "I think that cute cock of yours might even be bigger than mine."

---

"Then you /are/ getting old," Cassie teased him. Her foot stroked his calf before she hooked her leg over his hip. Ignoring his request to wait, the woman squeezed a hand around her goal, angling it so she could impale herself on Logan's barely-there erection. Cassie smiled, eyes fluttering closed, and she sighed happily when their hips knocked together. With a little effort, she had kept every drop of his come locked inside and now relaxed. "You're burning hot," she murmured, forehead against his chest.
"You're so weird," the blonde shook his head.

---

Logan hissed, and his hips instinctively snapped against her. He gruntes into the crown of her head, "Stubborn brat."
"And yet...." The merc shifted and ground into Bobby even though his body wasn't showing a even a hint of arousal. "Here you are."

---

Cassie just giggled, an arm draping around Logan's middle. "I've decided," she said quietly, eyes closed and body still.

Bobby's throat clenched. His lower belly had been stirring, but the mercenary's action really started to fan flames. "Don't do that," Bobby grunted.

---

Logan rose a brow, hand on her back and gentle, "Decided what?"
A wicked grin stuck itself to Wade's face. "Why?" He repeated his action. "Does it bother you?"

---

"I do want a ring."
"Wade," the blonde pressed his forehead to the other's shoulder. "Stop."

---

Logan smiled, placing a kiss to the top of her head, he didn't mind sitting still. "Want to come with me to get it or do you want it to be a surprise?"
"What's this? My baby boy doesn't anna play?" Wade teased. "That's no good!" He rolled his hips again, his legs that were wrapped around Bobby's holding him in place.

---

Cassie gave a groan that soon turned into a quiet laugh. "More decisions," she complained through a soft smile.
Bobby huffed, biting onto Wade's shoulder as his hips tensed up and his nails dug into the other's arms.

---

The wolverine nuzzled the top of her head, "If you need to think about it, I can wait."


"So you /do/ like that?" Wade stilled, smirking. His arms around Bobby squeezed tight for a moment and he buried his face in blonde hair. "One of these days I'm gonna tie you down and love on ya every way I want. Would you like that, Ice?"

---

"Stop being so nice about everything," Cassie pouted, poking him in the stomach. Lips pressed to his sternum, she mumbled, "You're just making it harder."
"No," was the muffled response of the blonde.

---

Logan snorted, rolling his hips, "You're the one going around and making things harder."
"You would love it," Wade purred. "Wouldn't feel anything but pleasure." A hand rubbed gently over Bobby's back. "Mind blank, thoughts gone. The only word you'd know'd be my name. And you'd look so beautiful."

---

Cassie squeaked, a hand coming to rest of Logan's hip. "Wouldn't be doing anything if you'd just keep still," she giggled.
"I don't that, Wilson. Just let go," Bobby murmured around the shoulder.

---

Logan shook his head, "I was the one who said to wait."
"Why, Blondie?" Wade whined. "You'll be rid of me for weeks in a few hours. Be a good boy; let Daddy do what he wants."

---

"But we never get to do this," Cassie complained, fingers petting his jutting hipbone. "And I like it."

Bobby sighed, "Because I can enjoy myself better when I can breathe, and I like you better when my body isn't burning."

---

Logan fingers found hers, intertwining as he hummed, "I always love on you, though."

Wade let go, lightly pushing Bobby away and moving onto his back. "Fiiinneee," he heaved, sounding offended. "Be that way. If you don't like me...."

---

"I meant /this/," Cassie smirked, consciously closing her muscles around him. "I should go check on Willie," she finally sighed.
Bobby chuckled a sigh of fresh air. He looked to Wade, "I like you. Sometimes."

---

Logan huffed, his fingers squeezing hers lightly as he grumbled, "Is that who texted you?"
"I know," Wade smirk arrogantly. "I just like to hear you say it."

---

"Who else would bother me at 7am on a Saturday?" Cassie asked sarcastically. She smiled, nuzzling against his chest.
Bobby stuck his tongue out at the other, curling on his side and hoping to hide an trace of the minimal arousal that stirred at his loins.

---

"Nobody should be," the wolverine murmured. Nobody, but him.



Wade winked before looking back up at the ceiling, one hand behind his head as he laid out comfortably on his back. "I wasn't kidding, you know. 'Bout tying you up. That's definitely happening. If I can't convince you, Petey will." If only his little spiderboy wasn't busy, Wade'd drag him out here and they'd all make a weekend of it. Oh, and if Wolverine wasn't going to try to kick his ass in about... T-minus ninety minutes, the boxes told him.

---

"Willie does a lot of things nobody should," Cassandra rolled her eyes. "I still haven't figured out if he asks me to do dumb shit like Bobby's laundry because he knows I won't say 'no' to him, or because he gets off on it."
Bobby rolled a thought in his head, "Do you think he'd let me fuck him? Like, top?"

---

Logan rose a brow as he was officially becoming flacid when Bobby was brought into the picture. "Bobby's-?" He shook his head, " I'm not gonna ask."
"Hell yeah he would!" The merc glanced at Bobby, grinning. "Petey'll do just about anything. My own personal fuckdoll. I love that boy so much."

---

Cassie smirked up at Logan. "Wanna see the pictures?" she offered teasingly, knowing he absolutely did not.
Bobby grimaced, not quite fond of the idea of Wade trying to recruit him as another "fuckdoll". "Isn't that kinda boring, though?" the blonde inquired.

---

Logan gave a sharp smack to her ass, "No."

"It's impossible for Petey to bore me," Wade sighed wistfully. He could be entertained by Peter reading the phone book, watching that beautiful mouth work and listening to his sweet voice that still cracked when he was tired. It was such a shame Spidey didn't live here, so he could keep both his boys in one place. "And if I wanted to be challenged, I've got you."

---

Cassie squealed, squeezing Logan's hand. "I was only kidding," she pretended to pout. "You don't need to spank me~"



Bobby deadpanned, "So weird."

---

Logan smirked, "If I really wanted to spank you, I would have thrown you over my knees."
"Don't worry," Wade hummed, still grinning broadly. "I'll have you trained, too, soon enough. It doesn't take long."

---

Just the thought made Cassie blush, skin heating up. "That wouldn't be fair," she protested, managing to keep up their playful back-and-forth even though her mind was now stuck in fantasy land. "I haven't done anything to deserve it."
Bobby didn't hesitate to give Wade the bird. "Not a chance in Hell."

---

Logan snorted, "I have a list that could run through this whole school that would prove you wrong."
"Sure, Blondie," Wade chuckled. "You keep telling yourself that. And after all I got you to do last night?" He shook his head, not saying anything else go give Bobby time to remember.

---

"Like what?" Cassie challenged, actually a little miffed at his accusations.
Bobby flushed. "I just got caught up is all. It's not like you can just get me to do anything anytime you want."

---

"Like the fact that you are gonna leave and get another man's scent on you," the wolverine replied before nipping at her neck.



"Can't get Petey to do that, either," Wade shrugged. "Hell, I can't even get Mickey to do that, judging by how long it's taking her to get up here. But that's not the point."

---

"Might get more than that," Cassie said flippantly. "You know how Willie gets."
Bobby had to sigh a little in relief. It was good to hear that Peter wasn't that much of a pleasure-pushover.

---

Logan rolled so he was abover Cassandra, hovering over her as his hands sunk into the mattress on either side if her head. "That's why I don't like you around him."
"The point is," Wade continued, shifting onto his side to get a better look at Bobby, "I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you...."

---

Cassie shuddered, eyes closing, as the man pulled out of her but she quickly regained her composure. She smiled innocently up at Logan, "Well, maybe that's why I like him."
"Only when I say," Bobby reiterated. He pulled a knee up closer to his abdomen to make sure that Wade couldn't see him.

---

Logan sighed, rolling and sliding off the bed. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Gonna take a shower."
"Well, you /are/ in bed with me," Wade reminded him, as if he made is possible for Bobby to forget. "So whaddya say, Blondie? That throat of yours feeling any better?"

---

"Aww." Cassie sat up, still smiling. "Did I hurt your feelings?"



"Not really," Bobby frowned. "And, neither is my ass."

---

Logan didn't say anything. He picked up a towel from a pile and went into the bathroom. A soft click of the lock sounding off.
"Want Daddy to kiss it better?" Wade teased, reaching out to pinch Bobby's face like some annoying grandmother.

---

Cassie smile dropped off pretty quickly. "Apparently that's a 'yes'," she mumbled to herself, also getting up. She located her pajamas pretty quickly - because who wears real clothes on Saturdays? - and pulled them on, just a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. She glanced at Logan's bed, figuring if she was going to wash Bobby's sheets she might as well do their own, and stripped it bare. She ran a hand through her hair to get rid of that 'recently fucked' look and slipped out the door, heading for Bobby's room.
Bobby pushed away Wade's hand, "Daddy needs to stop calling himself that."
"But then you wouldn't be my baby boy!" Wade continued reaching for Bobby, trying to plant a kiss on his forehead.
Bobby kept trying to keep Wade's hands at bay. "I don't want to be your baby boy."



"But you already are!" Wade cooed, not letting up.
"Not because I want to be!"
Wade's arms dropped limply and his bottom lip jutted out. "You don't wanna be with me?"
Bobby groaned, his hands slapping against his face, "You're exhausting."
Seeing an opening, Wade lunged for the blonde and wrapped him up in his arms once again. "I'd love to wear you out even more," he purred.



The blonde grunted, "You can't possibly do any worse."
"I can't resist a challenge," Wade chuckled.
Blue eyes looked up, "I would be surprised if you could."
Wade met Bobby's gaze and sighed, ignoring the remark on his character. "Those eyes just kill me, baby boy," he murmured. One hand stroked down the blonde's back and over his hips to his stomach, lightly tickling his muscular 'V'. "The prettiest blue I've ever seen."
Bobby twitched at Wade's touch, but he looked up into the other's eyes stubbornly, "Can you say no to these eyes?"



Wade slowly shook his head, his other hand coming up to cup Bobby's face. "Depends on what they're askin'."
"They're asking for some peace," Bobby sighed. "Can I nap?"
"No!" Wade whined, pressing their foreheads together. "Nap when I'm gone! Lemme treat you, Blondie. Please?" he begged.
"And what is treating me?" The blue eyes blinked innocently.
"Opening you up," Wade murmured, staring down into those hypnotizing eyes. "Taking you nice and slow. Loving you all lazy-like, a perfect Saturday morning."


Bobby pouted with big puppy dog eyes, "But I still hurt."
"Then don't you want me to make you feel good?" Wade asked, raising his brows. "Take all that pain away. You know I can." He touched their noses briefly. "Don't think I haven't seen that boner you've been trying to hide, either."
The blonde flushed while his forming erection twitched. He reached for one of Wade's hands and placed it over his arousal, "Maybe if you make this feel good, I won't feel so bad."
Wade trailed one feather light finger down Bobby's half hard dick, sealing their lips together when he got to the head. "You wanna get off like this, Blondie?" the merc asked, barely touching the hot skin as his finger back up to the base. "In my hand?"
"With this," Bobby kissed Wade, letting his lips linger before swiping his tongue across.


"Even better," Wade smiled, nibbling on Bobby's bottom lip. "How do you want this, baby boy? Want me on my knees on the floor? I'd love to take you on your back."
Bobby kissed the mercenary, again. "Just do it now?"
The hand on Bobby's prick moved to his hip to maneuver him onto his back where Wade wanted. Braced over top of the younger man, the merc leaned in and slowly, slowly kissed his way down to the trail of hair leading to Bobby's navel. Wade nuzzled his nose into the sparce blonde curls, leaving a kiss on his pelvic bone every few seconds.
Bobby arched his back a little. He spread his thighs and ran his fingers through the dark hair. His hips twitched and he keened.
"Beg for it, Blondie," Wade prompted in between suckling a hickey into Bobby's hip. "Beg me and I'll touch you."


"Wade, you're supposed to be making feel good," the blonde huffed. "So do it."
Wade rolled his eyes, smiling into the sensitive skin. He kissed lower, brushing his lips over Bobby's dick and leaving an open mouthed kiss on the hardening member every so often.
Fingers tightened in Wade's hair and Bobby tried to shove the man's mouth closer.
Letting Bobby push him around, Wade found himself with a leaking tip right in front of his face. Not one to let good precome go to waste, he lapped almost shyly at Bobby's swollen head, tongue just barely touching.
"Wilson!" Bobby groaned, rolling his hips upwards as he was getting frustrated.


Smirking, Wade kissed the tip in front of him sweetly before going in for a long, hot lick all the way up to the base. "Better, Blondie?" he chuckled before sucking at the joint of Bobby's pelvis and dick.
Bobby whined, his spine tingling, "Stop teasing, damn it."
Wade nosed at the hardness he was worshipping. "You got it, Blondie." He took the head in his mouth for a moment before pulling back, sucking as he eased off like it was a Tootsie Pop. Wade did this once more before slowly easing all of the blonde down his throat. He swallowed reflexively when his nose bumped into Bobby's pelvis, eyes closing.
A gasp filled Bobby's lungs before he released it into a low groan. His hips rolled, and a mewl passed his lips.
Without warning, Wade sucked hard enough that the inside of his hollowed cheeks touched the sides of Bobby's cock. Still sucking, he pulled almost all the way off before slowly taking him back in, tongue ravishing the leaking slit.


Bobby's knees jerked and clamped onto Wade's head. He whimpered, his hips and legs shaking. He groaned, nose flaring and flushed features growing from the tips of his ears to his collarbone.
Wade brought his hands up around Bobby's thighs, holding him down and apart. He swallowed again, trying not to drool. To keep the other distracted while he got a bottle of lube out from underneath the mattress and slicked up his fingers, he repeated the overly harsh suction.
Bobby's toes were curling. One hand left Wade's hair to reach up and back to grip into the pillow. His back arching and teeth clenching. His chest heaving burdened breaths.
One hand held Bobby down, anticipating a strong reaction when Wade slipped a finger halfway inside. He was only up to the second knuckle of his index finger but he still tried to keep Bobby's mind off it with short, rapid suction just in case he was sore.
"Shit," the blonde gritted. He lifted a knee that pressed to his chest, opening himself more to Wade. "Hurts."


Wade hummed low, sending vibrations through Bobby's cock in an effort to ease the blonde's discomfort as the rest of his first finger buried itself in tight heat.
Bobby released an unabashed moan; filling the room as his nails dug into Wade's scalp and tugged at the roots.
Wade quirked his finger, angling it slightly. He knew exactly where Bobby's weak spot was. He sucked down hard before easing up and swirling his tongue around the hard member filling his mouth.

At that moment, Cassie walked through the unlocked door. She had dropped her own laundry downstairs before flying back up to collect Bobby's. The woman was expecting both Bobby and Wade to be in bed together, but she definitely hadn't been expecting them like /this/.

"Willie, we need to talk about the times of day it's acceptable to text some- Jesus Christ!!" she exclaimed, completely caught off guard.
Wade jerked his head up, grinning as he sat on his knees, thrusting his finger in a jerky motion. "Mickey! Hey!"

Hearing his friend's voice, Bobby couldn't look from the source. His eyes clenched and his body spasmed. Squeezing onto Wade's digit, the blonde moaned, reaching his climax and sprinkling his abdomen with his own mess.

Wade frowned, but continued to curl his finger within the Iceman, "Mickey, you made him come! That's my job!"
"What the f-!" Cassie glanced behind her and stepped in the room, closing the bedroom door behind her. "What the /actual fuck/, Willie? You got me out of bed for /this??" She gestured at the blonde, "No offense, Bobby."



Bobby winced, one hand in the pillow and the other in the mattress as Wade continued to work him, his lips parted slightly. "Make him stop," he mewled.
"Uh-uh," Cassie shook her head, holding a palm up. "I am /not/ part of this. I cannot believe you, Willie. I mean, I can," she muttered, "because this is totally something you would do, but still!"
"What~?" Wade giggled. "Can't you see he's having a blast?" He wiped his free hand through the semen on Bobby's stomach, "See?"
"Take it like a man, Bobby," Cassie snapped when the Blondie whimpered loudly. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she grumbled at Wade, "I can see /you're/ enjoying it. But whatever happened to 'don't involve others in your kinks without their consent'?"
"You came here didn't you?" Wade beamed.



"Because you asked me to pick up the bedding! Not to-! I-! What? What- what- what am even doing here? What part of /this/ am I?"

Meanwhile, Bobby whined quietly, hands scrambling as he was unable to hold onto anything hard enough to keep himself grounded. "Wade.... Wade, please... stop," he panted.
"Oh, shush, you," Wade purred, slipping a second finger into the blonde and continuing jis assault on the tender flesh. He turned to look at Cassie, "Of course you're here as the audience."

"Cassie," Bobby whined. "Please...make him....stop...!"
"Shut up, Bobby. You clearly asked for this." Eyes on Wade, Cassie raised her brows. "Audience, huh?" Well... she didn't have anything better to do while Logan was pouting in the shower. And if Bobby was talking to her, he must not mind that much. "Yeah, alright," the woman finally agreed with a shrug.
"Hear that Blondie? You're on stage now," Wade giggled.

Bobby bit his lip, the fingers digging into the mattress creating a patch of ice as blue eyes clenched tightly. He shook his head, back arching and hips snapping.
Cassie hopped up to sit on Bobby's desk, settling in. "So this is what you guys do all day?" she inquired, sounding a little bored. She had no problem watching Wade do his thing. You could even say she was used to it. But she was mildly uncomfortable watching one of her best friends get fingered and consciously kept her eyes from lingering too long on Bobby. She felt a little guilty and kind of skeevy every time she looked at him.
"It's not what you do with Wolvie?" Wade's two fingers rapidly alternated tapping on Bobby's prostate. One hand was one the blonde's stomach, holding him down and drawing patterns in his come. "You used to like this kinda thing, Mick!"



Both of Bobbies knees came up to his ribs. He panted openly, neck craning back as his fingers twisted into his own hair. The back of his mind was screaming, unable to believe he was in a situation like this. "Fuck."
"I didn't say that," Cassie replied, rolling her eyes. "Not that it's your business."

"I showed you mine, it's only fair that you show me yours." Wade grinned, twisting his fingers harshly, "Oh, Mickey! You got him to swear! Normally he just whines and begs for me. Do it again, Blondie," he prompted. "Say something for your friend."
The blonde twisted, knees tucked and twitching. "Damm it, just end it," Bobby whined.
"You gotta come again first, baby boy," Wade told him sweetly, booping him on the nose with a come-covered finger. "Maybe if you ask real nice, Mickey'll help you~" He aimed his fingers towards Bobby's prostate again. "And you'd better start asking soon, cuz you've still gotta get me off. Unless you want to watch Mickey do it?"
Hands trembling, Bobby hesitantly retracted his hands from his scalp and onto his chest. His fingers playing with perked rosy buds, twisting and tugging and the blonde let his jaw go slack.

"Look how sensitive he is there, Mickey!" Wade nearly bragged, glancing back at the woman to make sure she was watching.

"Why don't you have any vibes hooked up, then?" Cassie asked curiously.

The merc shrugged. "Didn't want to take the time." He jackhammered his fingers into Bobby's prostate for a few seconds before removing his touch from the gland completely, stroking around it instead. "Would you like that, Blondie? Two little bullets turned on high and taped down to those sensitive nipples of yours, so you couldn't get away from them?"

Cassie shifted in her seat atop the desk. It wasn't the scene in front of her that was turning her on - well, okay. It played a little part - but the way Wade talked. The scenarios he laid out wormed their way into her head except with her in Bobby's place and she shifted again, crossing her legs.
"Do it," Bobby begged with a whimper. "Just let me come. Gotta come."
"Whaddya think, Mickey?" Wade slowly stroked his two fingers on either side of the spot where Bobby needed it the most. And he hadn't touched the blonde's weeping cock in minutes, nor did he plan to. "Should I let him come? Up to you~"

Bobby would hate her when he got his head screwed back on straight, but Cassie couldn't help herself. Wade always did bring out the worst in her. "No," she said simply.
Bobby whined, his wrists flicking as he worked his nipples, "No, please. Please."
"You're so cruel, Mickey," Wade gushed happily. He wrapped a tight hand around the base of Bobby's cock to keep him from reaching releasing as his fingers tortured his prostate once again. "I love it~"

"Take it like a man, Bobby," Cassie repeated, pulling one knee up and resting her chin on it.



The blonde's spine arched. Biting his lip, toes curling, he panted out, "Hurts."
"Bet it does." Wade winked over his shoulder at Cassandra. "Beg her, Blondie. If you want to come, you're going to have to beg."
"Cassie," blue eyes clenched. "Cass. Cassie. Please please please. It all hurts. Make it stop."
Cassie ignored him. Instead, she slid off the desk and moved to drape herself over Wade's back, arms over his shoulders. "Damn, you really can get him to do anything," she commented.

"You should've seen him last night," the merc scoffed. "He came so hard he pissed himself!"

"No way."

"Way. Think you can do it again, Blondie? Put on a nice show for our guest?"
The flush under his skin has grown down to his breasts. The blonde shook his head, "Don't." He tried to open his legs a little wider, "Please."


"No, I think you should." Wade ground two fingers into the abused spot inside Bobby before adding a third with no warning. "Push down," he instructed his audience, "see what happens."

Never one to say no to Willie, Cassie reached over him and with a flat palm put light pressure just below Bobby's navel.
Bobby's eyes shot open before he clenched them shut. His nails dug into his chest, scraping skin and he cried out. A light splurt of urine escaped him, but his thighs tensed as he tried to hold it in. "No!"
"See?" Wade beamed, looking proud. He held Bobby even tighter, wondering if he could still do it through such a strong grip. "Do it again."

Any embarrassment left in Cassie had been replaced with curiosity and, if she was being honest, arousal. So she did it again, warning, "Don't come, Bobby."
"Please...stop..." Bobby begged, a few more spurts dripping out, urine bubble at his tip and dripping bit by bit.
"No way, Blondie! This is too much fun, right Mickey?" Wade jammed all three fingers ruthlessly into Bobby's prostate, twisting them harshly. "Does it hurt, huh?," he patronized. "You wanna come so bad it hurts, baby boy?"

Her chin resting on Wade's shoulder, Cassie alternated between rubbing comforting circles over Bobby's lower abdomen and pressing lightly, smirking every time he squirmed. Her other hand had disappeared between Wade's legs.


Bobby's voice croaked, his entire body quaking and finally a jet spray of body fluid left the blonde. His torso and abdomen covered, dripping down to the bed and soaking it. His innards squeezing onto Wade and fluttering about him. Tears bubbled in blue eyes.
Wade laughed, fingers thrusting hard. "Blondie, you ruined your bed," he scolded, grinning.

"Ew," Cassie mumbled, wiping her drenched hand on Bobby's thigh.

"Aw, and you ruined Mickey," he giggled. This earned a glare from the woman and Wade sucked in a harsh breath, hand inside Bobby stilling as his chin dropped to his chest, eyes screwed shut. He recovered just as Cassie wiped something else on Bobby's other thigh, fingers picking up speed.

The woman kissed Wade on the cheek as she straightened up. "He can come now," she said flippantly, moving to collect the sheets that had been discarded on the floor.

With that, the merc removed his hand from around Bobby's purpling cock, fingers drilling rapid circles into his prostate. "You heard her, baby. Come for us."

Not a sound escaped the blonde as he emptied onto his stomach. All the fluids mixing and covering him. His joints and muscles twitched and fidgeted as slowly oxygen slipped in and out of his lungs.
A few more gentle strokes of his fingers and Wade finally gave gave Bobby a break. "Manners, Blondie," he tutted, sitting back on his heels. "Say thank you."
Mouth gaping, the blonde gasped out gratitude in broken syllables. Tears freely falling and blood bubbled from the scratches on Bobby's chest.



"That's Daddy's good boy," Wade hummed, bracing his hands under Bobby's arms so he could lean up and languidly lick the man clean.

"Weirdos," Cassie muttered, taking the soiled sheets she came for and leaving the two alone, closing the door behind her.

Wade alternated between lapping up the blood and come smeared around the blonde's nipples and kissing away the tears on his cheeks. "So good for me, Blondie," he murmured adoringly. "So strong. Took everything I gave you. Didn't even freeze up." He nuzzled Bobby's temple, licking up tears as they fell. "How was it, baby boy? Can you talk to me?"
Blue glistening eyes looked up at Wade. The Iceman panting, his face was red and all he could do was shake his head.
"That's okay," the mercenary soothed, a hand cupping Bobby's cheek and wiping away his tears. "Take your time. Deep breaths, baby." He kissed the blonde's forehead lightly. "It's over now. No more, I promise."
Lucille was in the laundry room. Not too many people came here in the morning, and she wanted to be alone. Hiding in her room was no good, since people would be bothering her if they knew she was in. Sitting in the corner beside the washer, she held her knees to her chest and chin atop the knees.
Cassie pranced down the steps, quietly singing some overplayed pop song to herself. Laundry on top of the dryer, she started running water into the washing machine. The woman didn't even notice Lucille until she went to get detergent and came back to the washer. "You got me in chains~? You -Oh!" she gasped. "Goodness, Holly, you scared me." She dumped the detergent into the wash and closed the lid, lessening the noise while the machine filled up. "If you're waiting for clothes to finish, you might want to wait somewhere else. There's probably spiders down there."


Lucille jumped in her skin when Cassie acknowledged her. She avoided the older woman's gaze and held her knees closer to herself. "No, I am fine."
"If you say so," Cassie shrugged. Opening the lid to the washer she shoved the bedding in and closed it before going to wash her hands in the large sink. Drying off, she shot a glance to the girl. "Because you don't look fine."
Lucille shrugged, "I just want to be alone."
"Sorry then, hun. Didn't mean to disturb your public alone time." Cassie crouched down just outside of Lucille's personal bubble. "Did Deimos tell you what happened yesterday?"
Hesitant, Lucille sniffled a little before nodding silently.


"Yeah, everyone was shaken up," she said sympathetically. "We're all really glad you're okay." Cassie's dog tags clinked together when she touched them. "You /are/ okay, right? Being involved without actually being there... sounds pretty scary to me."
Again, Lucille shrugged, "Ever since we came here, we always knew something bad could happen while one was awake and the other sleeping. We've adjusted. But..."
"Adjusted or not, that still sounds hard to deal with." Cassie rested her elbows on her knees. "Are you mad?" she asked. "That we put you and Deimos in danger? Because you totally have a right to be; won't hurt my feelings."
Lucille shook her head, "It's not that. I...Deimos sounded so upset in the recording. I was getting used to his voice but hearing him so upset was.." she rubbed at an eye.
"Recor-? Oh," Cassie cut herself off when she realized what Lucille was referring to. It was weird: he'd seemed more angry than upset when she had seem him yesterday, but then again that boy was never one to show weakness. "I'm sorry you can't talk to him," she told the other quietly. "He might've been less upset than he sounded."



Lucille shook her head, "I think...he had been crying. He said...something about that Deadpool person. And, from the sound of it...I feel a little scared that there was something more to it. And, he said something about Kurt..."
"You...." Cassie frowned at the girl. "I mean... he said those things /not/ in reference to the, uh, 'incident'?"
"He said that the whole day was a sham, a farce. That...Kurt didn't care if we were in danger and that Deadpool guy...he pulled a gun on us."
"He did- no- what??" Cassandra didn't know what to address first. She started from the top, "Okay, the team building got a bit out of hand, and class on Friday ended early. Kurt had /no idea/ that any of you were in danger," she insisted, "and he absolutely cared. He just about cried to me afterwards, he felt so bad. And I don't know what the hell Willie did but-!" She paused mid-rant to explain, "'That Deadpool Guy', his name is Wade Wilson. You can just call him Wade. Anyway, I don't doubt that he would do something so stupid, but he's harmless. He was the one that saved everyone, after all."
Lucille buried her face in her knees. "I don't know what to think. But, Deimos...his voice is just ringing in my ear."



Cassie really felt for this poor girl. She was obviously distraught and it wasn't like she had any real friends who would make her feel better. "What can I do to help?" she murmured.
Lucille peeked up, cautious and a bit ashamed, "I...ignored Kurt. I could have talked to him, but I just heard the recording and I...didn't know what to say."
Cassie nodded in understanding. "He must be confused right now. Maybe worried that you're angry with him. I can tell him what you've said, if you want."
"Could you...see if he's mad at me?"
Giving a comforting smile, the woman assured Lucille, "He's not. But I'll check up on him anyway, if it'll make you feel better."



Lucille's bottom lip trembled for a second before attempting a smile. "Sorry. If you could?"
"Of course," Cassie nodded, standing up. "But you have to promise to do something for me, too."
Lucille nodded, "I could try."
"Could you move those sheets over to the dryer when they're done?" she winked.
Lucille hiccuped before chuckling, "Yes."


"Thanks," Cassie smiled. "And don't worry, hun. Everything'll be fine."
"Um," Lucille prodded. "Is he still here? Deadpool?"
Cass nodded. "Yeah, he is. But I don't think he'll be wandering around or anything. He won't bother you."
Lucille nodded, "I understand. Thank you."
"It's what I'm here for," Cassie shrugged with a smile before hopping back upstairs. Her phone was still in Logan's room, so she decided to text Kurt while checking up on her pouting Fiancé.



Kurt was in his room. He was scrounging up some change as he wrote down a list of things that he needed. His lips were quirked as he was bubbling from the inside. He knew what he wanted to do for Holly.
Cassie had grabbed her phone from Logan's bedroom but when she discovered he wasn't there, she didn't feel like hanging around without him. The headmaster hadn't said anything about having to do something today, and the fact that he hadn't waited for her to come back was kind of weird, but Cassie shrugged it off; Logan always did Logan things, this wasn't new. Still, she felt a little bad that she hadn't gotten to apologize for ruining his mood earlier.
Standing in front of Kurt's door, she pushed these worries out of her mind and knocked
The indigo man's ears twitched at the sound. His tail twitched as he hoped to be Holly. He flattened the list out on his desk befor answering it. His mouth twisted slightly at seeing that it was Cassie, but he still smiled. "Halo, Cassie."
"Mornin', K," Cassie chirped. "You free?"
"Uh, vell," Kurt looked over his shoulder. "Do you need me for long?"



"Um, I guess not," Cassie shrugged. "Holly just wanted me to talk to you."
"Oh!" A toothy grin overcame the man. "Come in. I vas just about to head out, but I can spare a few minutes."
"Whereya goin'?" Cassie inquired, accepting the man's invitation and stepping inside his quarters.
Kurt closed the door behind her, "Just down to ze craft store."
Cassie raised a brow, settling in cross legged on the end of Kurt's bed. "Craft store? You're... into crafts now?"


Crossing his arms, Kurt smiled awkwardly, "You could say I've been inspired."
"Inspired?" Cassie giggled. "Alright then, Mister Mysterious. Just don't get glue in your fur."
Kurt stuck his tongue out, "So? Vhat did Hol-Lucille vant you to talk to me about?"
"Oh yeah! So, um..." Cassie fought a smile, she shouldn't be laughing at someone else's emotions. "She's actually worried that you're mad at her. Obviously, I told her that wasn't possible, but she wasn't convinced."
He rose a brow, "Vhy vould I be mad? Isn't she ze one mad at me?"



Cassie rolled her eyes, "You guys are adorable. It's like a bad romcom where the entire plot is miscommunication." She shook her head. "Holly's not mad at you. She was distracted this morning and didn't know what to say to you, so she just kind of ignored you; it sounds almost like it was an accident."
Both brows rose, Kurt looking surprised, "Is...zat so...?"
"That's what she told me, anyway. I even asked if she was mad about us putting her in danger - and I did say 'us', not 'you', because it wasn't your fault," Cassie specified, "and she said she wasn't. She was kinda stressed about the whole 'dying when you're not even awake' thing, but I can't do anything about that."
"I see..." Kurt rubbed at his chin in thought. "Vell, I..." He looked to Cassie, smiling. "Danke for telling me."
"Course!" Cassie beamed. "But... she also said something about...." Her smile turned into a slight frown. "Well, she said Deimos sounded like he had been crying when he left his message." Her eyebrows came together. "I didn't think he was that upset about what happened?" The woman decided against spreading the word that Wade had apparently pulled a gun on Deimos. The less people that knew that, the better.



Kurt nearly gaped before his hands flew into his hair, "Mein Gott. Deimos...I should apologize to him...und Lucille."
"To Deimos, at least," Cassie agreed. "Apparently he thought you didn't care about them? I mean, I don't even know if he'd listen to an apology."
Kurt sighed, shaking his head, "I still should."
Cassie nodded slowly. "He'd probably appreciate it. So, uh.... if you thought Holly was mad at you... is that who you're making crafts for?"
Caught off guard, Kurt suddenly became sheepish, "Er, ja. I vanted to make her somezing. I...vanted to make her smile."


"Your face already does that," she smirked. "Because you're both gross and sappy and adorable. But that's really sweet. I'm sure she'll love it."
"Don't make me sound like Rogue und Remy," Kurt frowned. "I don't zink I could handle zat."
Cassie laughed brightly. "You'll never be as bad as Remy," she told him, "but I'm expecting you two to be gushy and lovey-dovey when you finally get to."
Rubbing the back of his neck, Kurt couldn't fight his blush, "I'm a gentleman, not a highschooler."
"Neither is Remy," she teased. "But Holly is."


Kurt's tail twitched. He wasn't even going to say that he hoped she wouldn't be for much longer. Then, he remembered about their guest, "Is Vade still here?"
"Last time I checked," Cassie confirmed. "Which wasn't too long ago. But he's with Bobby so..." she shrugged. "Why?"
Kurt shrugged, "I just get nervous vhen he is around. I know you two are friends, but after vhat happened vith Deimos I get uneasy."
Cassie cringed slightly. "Sooo... Deimos might have also said something else in that message."
There was a pause. "Was?"



"Okay, you can go beat his dumb ass or drag him to hell for a few weeks for whatever, but please don't tell Logan," Cassie begged. "He's already in a weird mood and just- just don't mention it to him, okay?"
"Cassie," Kurt was scowling, "if you say it like zat, I'm not sure how I feel about zis. Depending on vhat it is, zen I vill tell eizer Jean or ze Professor."
"Don't say anything to anyone until we know what actually happened," Cassie countered. "Because Lucille doesn't even know what happened."
Kurt sighed, "Cassie, vhat could you be...vait...nein! I know vhat you are talking about! Remy vas zere, he told me!"
"Oh. Well, then, there ya go." Cassie gave a weak shrug.


"Nein," Kurt insisted. "Remy told me ze two had a fight und zat Vade broke some jewelry of Deimos'. Your vords are saying zere is somezing more to ze story."
"Uh, well, I mean that pretty much explains it," Cassie deflected. "They got in some fight."
Kurt was suspicious, "Zen, I am sure Logan vill know soon. Hank vas supposed to see to Deimos."
"Awesome," Cassie grimaced. "Hey, do you happen to know where Logan is now?"
The indigo man shook his head, "I have not seen him since yesterday."


"Hm, okay," Cassie nodded, brows furrowing in thought. "Well, Lucille is hiding in the laundry room when you've finished your crafting."
"Vhat?" Kurt wasn't sure if he should laugh or frown. "Vhy?"
"I-I don't know," Cassie shook her head, lifting her palms up. "She said she wanted to be alone? Why she chose the /laundry room/ of all places I have no idea."
Kurt snorted before covering his mouth. Holly was an interesting girl.
"I know," Cassie giggled. "You sure know how to pick 'em, Kurt."



Kurt attempted to frown, "She's a good girl, und an individual."
"I'm just teasing you," she grinned at her friend. "I like Holly. Lucille. Whatever." Cassie waved a hand. "She's great. A little awkward but it's high school, so who isn't?"
Kurt sighed, "She called me 'Professor' zis morning. She doesn't call me zat in private anymore, so I vas so scared she did."
"As I said," Cassie rolled her eyes, still smiling, "awkward. She told me she was just really distracted when she saw you this morning, so don't worry about it. And then you'll give her your gift and you two will make out or whatever and laugh about how silly you were and all your problems will be solved before Monday!" She clapped her hands together. "Right?"
"Ve von't make out," Kurt looked offended. "Ve haven't kissed since-" he immediately cut himself off.

Cassie gasped. Her elbows rested on her knees and her chin was in her hands, she looked like a child ready for Story Time. "So you guys HAVE kissed already! I knew it, I knew you couldn't wait."
Rubbing at his eyes, Kurt cursed himself in German before peeking up at his friend. "It vas only once. On Christmas."
"Awww," Cassie cooed, "that's so grossly romantic! And you tried to pretend you weren't a sap~ Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." She looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "Except, you know, like Bobby and Rogue and Forge and...."
Kurt grimaced, "Cassid, I could get into trouble!"
"Oh, sush. They're our friends, they wouldn't rat you out. And the more people that know, the people that can cover for you," Cassie told him, as if that was something he needed.


The indigo man didn't look convinced as he seemed anxious, "But, vhat if Logan gets vind of it?"
"Okay, well, yeah," Cassie admitted. "Then you'd have a problem. But let's be honest, if he was going to hear it from anybody it'd probably be me." She shrugged, not looking nearly as guilty as she should. "You know how I talk."
"I know!" Kurt was exasperated. "Zat's vhy don't tell anyone, please?"
"But what's the point of a secret if you can't tell anyone?" Cassie whined.
"Secrets aren't meant to be shared!"

---

Cassie just booed him, pouting. "Fine, I'll try not to tell anyone," she finally agreed. "I'm like the only one who cares, anyway."
"Und, please don't tell Rogue."
The woman frowned, looking at him suspiciously, "Why not Rogue in particular?"
Kurt shifted uncomfortably, "She isn't against my feelings for Holly, but she is very nervous about me slipping up und...I don't vant to vorry her."
"Well, she clearly has a reason to be worried," Cassie raised her boys teasingly. "Since you've already 'slipped up'." Even so, she drew an 'X' over her heart with one finger. "I won't tell Rogue," she promised him.



Kurt beamed, "Danke shön."
"So do I get to know what you're making?" Cassie inquired.
Kurt turned bashful, "It isn't much. I vanted to give her somezing zat showed I care vizout drawing attention to it. To give back for ze carving."
Cassie's eyes narrowed. "You're not going to try and carve /her/ something, are you? Because the Riggs' are, like, SUPER good with knives and whittling takes a lot of practice and well...." She wrinkled her nose, "You only have six fingers to begin with."
Kurt chuckled, "I am good vith swords, but viddling is an entirely different art." It then occurred to him that he should try to woo Holly with his swashbuckling nature. "I vanted to make her a bracelette. A sort of...promise bracelette."



"Like if a promise ring and a friendship bracelet had a baby?" Something occurred to Cassie and she frowned. "So is like a... 'I promise to ask you to marry me eventually' kind of bracelet or...?"
Kurt bit the inside of his cheek, "Somezing like zat."
"But you want a family, right?" she asked pointedly.
"J-Ja," the German looked at his friend a little perplexed from her attitude. "You know I do."
"Yeah, but then Lucille... with the...?" Cassie made some vague gesture. "So can you guys even...? Together?"


"O-Oh, zat, vell..." he cleared his throat. "Of course, ve have not discussed zis topic, yet. However, I have looked into it, und...intimacy is achievable."
"No, no, no," Cassie shook her head. "I figured that much. It's just...." The woman decided to get scientific to releave some of Kurt's awkwardness. "If Lucille doesn't have a functional uterus or ovaries, she can't be a mother."
Kurt blinked a few times before his tail drooped. "Right," he numbly sat down beside Cassie and sighed. "I don't even know if she vants to be a mozer anyvay. I mean, perhaps zere are zings ve could look into, but of she doesn't vant to, zen zere is no point."
Cassandra wanted to disagree, even if it was just to make Kurt feel better. But she knew he was right. She placed a hand on the blue man's knee, bumping their shoulders together gently. "I hate to be 'that guy', K, but... how well do you two really know each other? I mean, if this promise bracelet you're giving her is just for, like, dating then you've got some time to figure it out. But if you're going for something more serious.... You should be on the same page for the important things, at least."
Kurt leaned against his friend gently, "I just don't vany her to zink zere is anyone else. Vanda vas here, und Deimos had given me a strange look. I vas vorried he said somezing to her. Bobby told me zat at Christmas she even zought zat you und I vere more zan just friends. I don't vant her to feel zat vay. I...I understand zat she could wake up und decide she does not need an old man like me. Ve may not make it until marriage, und I am honestly not trying to zink about it. I vant out relationship to develop naturally, but I vant to put some of her vorries to rest if I can."




"Then... I think what you're doing is a good idea. You should include a serious conversation somewhere in there where you tell her all this stuff, too, but you know that." Cassie tipped her head to touch his. "If Lucille's anything like me, she'll really appreciate the tangible promise."
Kurt snorted, "If she is anyzing like you, I might be in over mein head."
Cassie laughed and playful joslted her friend. "Be nice!" she scolded knocking elbows with the elf.
Kurt smirked, allowing the abuse, "I love you, Cassie, but only a man like Logan can handle you."
Cassie just grinned. "You don't even know how big of a compliment that is, Kurt."




Kurt wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in to place a kiss on her forehead, "Bitte schön."
Giggling, Cassie hugged her friend. After a moment, she pulled away. "Alright lover boy," she smiled, "get crafting. There's a lonely girl waiting for you in the laundry room."
"Ja," Kurt stood, his tail lively once more. He grabbed his list and stuck it into his pocket before walking to the door. He opened it and smiled, "Danke for coming. I really needed it."
Cassie hopped up and followed him to the door. "You know I want you and Lucille to be happy. It's the least I can do to play messenger for a day."
Again, Kurt placed a kiss to her forehead, "I vill see you around."



Giving his arm a quick squeeze, Cassie echoed Kurt, "See you around. Let me know how it goes."
Kurt bobbed his head, and as soon as she left, he locked his door and ported elsewhere.
In the time since talking with Kurt, Cassie had gone back down to the laundry room and collected her own things. She texted Bobby to let him know where his sheets were, she wasn't getting sucked back into that mess again today. The woman had remaid Logan's bed and cleaned up their own mess that lay around the room before flopping on top of the covers to cool off and relax. It was a shame Logan wasn't there to relax with her, Cassie felt, as she got out her phone to check if she had any messages. She was almost disappointed that there weren't any messages from Logan, even though that was dumb because Logan didn't leave messages because Logan hated these awful new phones with their stupid touchscreens and too many options and constant errors. She was still smiling to herself over her fiancé's general techno-illiteracy while she surfed through Twitter, the DL way she kept up with the student's gossip train.
The doorknob turned and the door opened Logan was looking exhausted when he entered the room to the point he almost didn't see his fianceé. When he did spot her, he sighed and slammed the door closed behind him.
Cassie had glanced up from her phone when Logan walked it, but her smile vanished the second the door slammed. "Easy," she mumbled, mildly annoyed. "It's not even noon, people are still sleeping."



Leaning against the door, Logan didn't even want to mention her smell as he growled, "Just talked to Hank."
A brow raised in concern. "Everything okay?"
"Wilson," he snarled, "pulled a gun on Deimos last night."
Eyes going back to the screen in her hand, Cassie tried to sound as casual as possible, "I heard....
Logan paused a breath before running a hand through his hair. "Right, of course you did," he nearly scoffed.



"Lucille told me," Cassie frowned, hoping to shatter his assumptions.
"Yeah, but I heard from Hank, not you."
Sending a glare in Logan's direction, Cassie informed him, "I would've told you if I had seen you. When I got back you had left; not my problem."
"You should have contacted me," Logan was trying hard not to raise his voice. "You should have told me right away."
"He didn't hurt anyone," Cassie countered cooly. "You wouldn't even know if Hank hadn't said anything."




"And that's what pisses me off!" Logan snapped as his fist slammed into the wall. "You're always defending him, always making excuses for him!"
Cassie flinched at his action but merely rolled her eyes in response. "Well excuse me for being a good friend," she muttered, going back to her phone.
"That's not the point, Cassie," Logan growled. "You should be looking out for the kids, putting them first. But, you'd rather protect a friend who is just insane enough to gun down a student with no remorse." His voice gained volume and venom as he spat, "If you can't put the students first, then maybe you don't belong here."
Now her head snapped up and she met his dark gaze full on. "Are you serious?" she replied angrily. "If I had been there, I would've done something! But I wasn't and nothing happened and he wasn't bothering anyone by the time I heard about it. If I brought it up to anyone, /especially/ you, they'd cause a scene and put more than just Deimos in danger! Why would you automatically assume I'm only concerned with myself?"


"Because that's what you do, Cassandra!" He hollered. "This place is supposed to be safe 'nd help the kids feel comfortable, but every time this asshole comes it's nothing but harrassment and danger. You don't care what he's done, but it's not about what he's done, it's about what's going to do. And, that is just repeat his sick game of messing with people for entertainment. We can't have him here when these parents are thinking this is supposed to be a safe haven. Things are better for mutants, now, yes, but they can't get the training anywhere like they can here. If they pull these kids out, who knows what will happen. We can't just let hin walk around after threatening not just one, but two lives. Not just because you want to fucking play around with him."




Cassie felt herself getting angrier and more emotional as Logan yelled. Until that last line.... Putting her phone aside, she leaned back on one hand. Taunting the Wolverine was definitely NOT a good idea, but she was going to do it anyway. "You're jealous." It wasn't a question.
Logan snorted, "Don't try to twist this into some psychological inner struggle bullshit."
"Isn't it?"
"It ain't."


Cassie shrugged, "That's what it looks like from my end."
"And, from my end it looks like you're puttin' your friend above your students."
"I'm not," she said softly. "Why don't you trust me?"
"Because I have to look out for the kids," Logan was stern in voice, but his eyes fell. "If it looks like you aren't doing your job, I can't take any risks."
"I'm not! Cassie repeated, more exasperated this time. "It's not like I invite him here!"



"But you are always against him being ejected from here. Once he's here, you beg for him to stay. Even if it's not in the best interest of the students."
"The only person he's ever hurt here is you!" Cassie protested. "He just saved the lives of seven students, is that not in their 'best interest'?"
"Not if he's just going to start pointing guns at them!"
"Then maybe Deimos shouldn't pick fights!" Cassie retorted.
Logan's jaw tightened. His wrist flicked to twist the doorknob before he opened the door. "Get out."


Cassie crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. "You have /got/ to be kidding."
"I ain't," he snarled. "Out."
"No!" Cassie barked a laugh. "You can't start pickin' on me then kick me out."
Logan crossed his arms, "My room, and only one of us is leavin'. Got it? I can't deal with you right now."
"Nu-uh. That's not how this works anymore," Cassie shook her head.



"It is now," Logan growled.
"Logan-!" Cassie stopped and sighed, head dropping. "Please. Just..." She looked back at him and held a hand out. "Come here."
Logan said nothing. Though, after a pause he held his hand out as well. He wasn't going to move.
Smiling slightly the woman rolled her eyes - he was always so stubborn. Cassie stood and stepped closer, taking Logan's hand in both of hers. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" she said softly, not meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry that Willie's a jackass and I'm sorry he comes around uninvited and I'm sorry that he makes everyone nervous. But he's one of my best friends, you can't blame me for wanting to see him as much as possible." One of her hands squeezed his lightly, asking sincerely, "What do you want me to do?"
Heaving a sigh, Logan kicked the door closed. He pulled Cassie close and embraced as he said, "I don't want you hidin' things from me."



"I didnt-... I didn't mean to." Her arms went around his waist as she rested her head on his shoulder, forehead touching the side of his neck. "I didn't even know what really happened or even when." Cassie was quiet for a moment then, even quieter than before, "You believe me, right?"
Logan's nose twitched, "I believe it." He ran a hand from the crown of her head downwards.
"Do you really think I don't belong here?" Cassie mumbled.
Logan sighed, "Honestly? It feels that you don't always take your work seriously. And, that you don't always put the kids first."
A hot tear dripped onto Logan's collarbone, even though Cassie didn't sound like she was crying. "Do you want me to leave?"



Logan held her tighter, "No. I...I'm just...pissed. Frustrated. Confused..."
"What can I do?" The woman whispered, pulling a hand up to wipe tears away.
"I need you to promise me you won't hide shit like this, again," Logan answered. He pulled back and gripped her chin so she would meet his eyes. "I mean it."
"But I didn't!" she insisted once again.
"But, you wanted to, didn't ya?"



"I-!" Cassie averted her eyes from his. "I didn't want you to get in a fight with him." It wasn't a lie, it just wasn't the complete truth.
"Ya can't think like that," the wolverine sighed. "Whether it's for me or for him, ya can't think like that. What's best is to tell if not me, then Jean or Chuck. Then, the three of us will decide what to do with Wilson."
Cassie didn't answer. Instead she pulled her chin out of his grasp and looked guilty, picking at imaginary lint on Logan's shirt.
"Don't do that," Logab grumbled as he gripped at her wrists loosely.
Cassie stilled her hands in Logan's grip. "If you hate him so much," she murmured, sounding almost bitter, "why do you let him hang around?"



Logan sighed, "Because it's not just my decision to make. Jean and Charles think that one day we can get him to join up, and that would somehow be a good idea. Also..." he placed a kiss to her forehead, "because you would never forgive me if I pushed for him to be banned seriously."
"Damn right I wouldn't," Cassie gave her fiancé a half hearted smile. "But... if Jean and Charles want him to be part of the X-Men, doesn't that mean they think he's safe enough to be here?"
"Regardless, they need to be informed of things like this, as much as I do. Hank's telling them, now."
"Yeah, okay," she sighed, leaning into Logan. She grimaced at the thought of snitching on Wade for every little thing. And as far as Deadpool went, pointing a gun at annoying little shit like Deimos counted as 'little'. "Does Hank know if Deimos is...? I mean, Holly said...."
Logan rose a brow, "What are you talking about? Deimos is what?"



"Well...." Cassie shrugged. "Is he okay? Holly said he might have been crying last night, after the gun thing. He always runs to Hank with all his problems, so I thought he might know."
"Oh, that," Logan sighed. "The kid got upset that Wilson taunted him about his body. Things got worse when the idiot broke the kid's chain. It had some sentimental value so the kid kinda lost it. In the middle of that, Wilson pulled a gun on him. LeBeau," Logan shook his head as he murmured to himself as to why these bastards didn't follow the damn rules and always just came out of nowhere, "found them just in time to pull them apart. If it wasn't for Gumbo, despite their regenerative abilities, Deimos and Lucille might have been in big trouble."
"Willie wouldn't have hurt him," she said, truly believing it. "And he doesn't know that he was threatening Lucille too." Cassandra's brows knitted together as she thought about something. "The chain... Do you know where it is?"
Logan didn't see the point in arguing with Cassie about her friend. Instead, he focused on her question, "Hank has the pieces. Deimos didn't want Squeaks to see it."
"Is Hank going to fix it?" Cassie inquired.




Logan shrugged. "He doesn't really work well with thin pieces like that. What with his thick fingers and all."
The woman nodded slowly. She'd find Hank later and as to take a look at it. If it really was just a chain, two pairs of pliers and an hour of down time would be all she'd need to fix it. "Did you see Bobby?"
Logan grimaced. "Smelled him, too."
Cassie couldn't suppress a giggle. "Willie's... not very nice to him." In the best way possible. "But, was he okay?"
"Passed out." Logan rose a brow, "Kinda smelled like you. And, you kinda smell like that room."



"In my defense," Cassie started, before she could be blamed with anything, "I was tricked into showing up."
Logan's nose twitched, "The scents are strong enough to show that you were there for a while."
Cassie drew back from Logan just enough so that they were no longer touching. "A few minutes, yeah. Reminded Willie that it's not okay to surprise people with that kind of thing."
Logan stepped closer to her, arms encircling her, but touching, "More than a few minutes."
Cassie looked a bit sheepish. "Okay, so I may have lost track of time."



Again, Logan's nosd twitched, "I can't tell if you smell more like Wilson or Drake."
"Umm," Cassie thought for a moment. "Probably Willie. But I've already washed my hands, so...."
Logan gripped her hands, "And what did you do with these?"
Cassie winced but was trying to hide a smile like a naughty child. "Audience participation?"
He tugged her close to him, sniffing around her neck as he murmured, "Did anything else participate?"



Cassie shook her head, still trying to shove down a grin. "Eyes, ears, and hands. That's it."
Logan sighed, nuzzling under her chin and intertwining their fingers, "Good."
"You're not mad?" she nearly laughed, squeezing his hands tightly for just a second.
"I'm livid," the wolverine growled. He let his teeth drag down her neck, "I'm doing everything I can to not rip you apart right now."
Cassie brought his hands to her hips, her own hands running over his forearms. "In a good way, or a bad way?" she grinned. "Because Willie's bringing Peter over sometime soon, and well...."



The hands on her hips slid up her back and into her hair, gripping hard Logan snarled, "You ain't goin' nowhere near them."
"A-Ah!" Cassie cried out, tipping her head back to try and relieve the pain. Even still, she kept up the bratty attitude. "Are you sure? Because I think Willie really appreciated the extra pair of hands; someone to /take care/ of him?"
Logan released her, pulling back with a glare in his eyes. He was silent as he merely kept a grip on her shoulders.
"I'm just messing with you," she told Logan, still smiling. Cassie put a hand on his cheek, "You said 'no'. I wouldn't go against that."
"Never stopped you before," he replied stubbornly.



"That's true," she admitted with a smirk. "So, uh," Cassie knew she was pushing her luck here. "How mad would you be if I said I /had/, um, 'taken care' of things?"
Logan scowled, "Why are you always trying to make me jealous?"
"You're the one who said 'no more hiding things'!" Cassie defended herself.
Logan rose a defiant brow, "But, you do these things to make me jealous, don't you?"
"Well, this I did it to help Bobby out," she skirted the question.



"So, by all means I should help Ororo out whenever she needs a hand?"
Cassie giggled, fingers wrapping around Logan's wrists. "Now, now - I didn't touch Bobby that way."
"But, you touched someone in someway."
"I... mayormaynothavejackedoffWade," she blurted, hoping her smile wouldn't split her face.
A brow twitched, but the wolverine said nothing. His eyes were narrowed and he was far from amused.




"Whaaaaat?" the woman laughed at Logan's reaction. "You saw Bobby? I told you Willie's not nice to him."
Logan sighed, "Would you be able to just sit and smile if I said I messed with someone?"
Cassie rolled her eyes, not really taking him seriously. "Uh-huh, and /how many/ lovely ladies have you been with over the years?"
Logan released her, stepping back, "Then, I'll go out tonight. Stay out. Come home late. Smell like a woman. And you smile at me and tell me congratulations."
Cassie snorted, patting his cheek. "Sure thing, sweetheart. Why don't you cruise some jewelry stores while you're out? I want something under two carats."



Logan gripped her wrists, tight, his voice cold as he replied, "I mean it, Cassandra. I won't hesitate to find someone else tonight."
Cassie's smile slowly dissolved when she realized he was serious. "Why... are you acting like this something personal?"
"Because it is," he snarled. "I don't care what history or relationship you have with somebody, but it's personal when the person who I respect the most doesn't return that respect. If I'm supposed to just grin and bear it, you can, too."
"Maybe there's a reason I don't tell you everything," Cassie muttered, though she didn't try to escape his grasp.
"And, what reason would that be?"




"Because you always over-react like this! Geez, if I hadn't said anything you never would've know," Cassie scowled.
Logan released her and ran his hands through his hair, "You seriously, don't get it, do you?" He kicked at the closed door, making a dent, "Shit. I thought maybe you grew up a bit, but you really are nothing but a brat." He couldn't look at her, "I can't marry a child."
Cassandra paled instantly. Her arms crossed over her chest in an unconscious effort to protect herself and she took a step away from him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means if you can't reflect on your actions and the consequences that come with them," Logan opened the door, "then this thing between us is done." He didn't wait for a response and slammed the door behind him.
"Logan!" But it was too late. Cassie's hand trembled as her fingers closed tightly around the tags he had given her, and she sank down to the bed. Why couldn't she have just kept her big mouth shut? One arm moving to wrap around her knotted stomach, she reached for her phone. But crying to someone about this wouldn't do anything but prove Logan's point. Not that it mattered, she had no one to talk to right now anyway. Pocketing her phone, Cassie stood up and took a deep breath, shaking herself off internally. She pinched her cheeks to get some color back into them, deciding to go down to the clinic to see if Hank was in. Maybe get a look at Deimos' broken chain, to see if it was fixable.




Hank was sitting in his office, drinking tea as the broken pieces of Deimos' necklace were kept out neatly atop his desk; mot wanting them to knot. He was jotting down notes, what he remembered Deimos saying and how the last sixteen hours had been hectic. He knew there was going to be a meeting at some point today on what happened with both the incident and Wade Wilson, and that he was going to be called on seeing as Deimos was asleep at this time. So, he tried to organize his thoughts and make sure he knew exactly what it was he wanted to say. Hank would have lied if he said he hadn't wanted to break the mercenary to pieces for pulling a gun on the boy, but he couldn't let his instincts cloud his judgement.
Cassie floated slowly down to the clinic, wingbeats lazy but with a subtle twitch thrown in here and there giving away her stress. She tucked the appendages away jus

 

[Deer Teeth]

She tucked the appendages away just before pushing through Hank's doors. "Hiya, Doc," she greeted, trying to sound cheerful but not forced.
Hank almost didn't hear her. He set his cup down and smiled at the woman, "Oh, Cassie, come in. How are you this morning?"
She returned his smile easily, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Just wanting to take a look at Deimos's chain," she answered.
"Oh, so you heard the news," Hank frowned. "Well, it's right here," he gestured to the right of his notepad. "Deimos was devastated. It's the very first gift he ever received from Holly, and Wade just snapped it without a second thought." The beast shook his head, "He may not have known the significance of the necklace, a grown man shouldn't be going around and stomping on the toys of children."




"Your first mistake was considering Deadpool a 'grown man'," Cassie shot the beast a smile before stepping over to inspect the necklace.
"Yes, well," Hank sipped his tea before continuing on with his notepad. "No matter his inflictions he is still twice Deimos' age."
"Hm." Cass picked up the longest of chain and turned it over in her hands. "Would it be okay if I borrowed this for the day, to try and put it back together?"
"Well," Hank was hesitant. "Deimos had given it to me watch over. I wouldn't want to let it out of my sight, lest the boy have a heart attack when he wakes up to find it impossible to put it back together because there are pieces missing." The beast sighed, "If you want to fix it, I would say be my guest. I should have pliers and anything else you might need, and you can sit here and work on it."
"Oh!" Cassie looked up at Hank, slightly surprised at his offer. "Yeah, that's even better." She didn't need to tell him that she didn't feel like being alone right now. "That is.... Would you mind?"




Hank chuckled, "Not at all. I'll even be willing to listen to any wedding plans you might have thought of in the past month."
She couldn't catch the pained sigh before it passed her lips. "I don't want to bore you," Cassie covered.
"Believe it or not, I'm perfectly happy working in silence."
Hank caught the little sigh, eyeing the young woman cautiously. He smiled softly at her, "Just remember, that I am always all ears whenever you'd like."
"Thanks, Doc." The woman pulled up a chair to the side of Hank's desk and settled in. "Actually, um... did you... did you always want to be a teacher?"



Hank rose a brow. "Did I...?" He smiled, again. "When I was younger I more into sports. I played football, until it was exposed I was a mutant. At one point, I even went into wrestling. I always loved to learn, though. I still do. I wanted to become a genetic researcher, you see, to understand the mutation gene. When my fiddling eventually ended with this," he gestured to his appearance, "my choices in life were limited. Here, though, I can continue to learn and in turn I take what I learn and share it with others. I enjoy the way my life turned out, if that's what you're asking."
"It wasn't, but... that's nice." Cassie focused on organizing the bits of chain into their proper pattern. "If your choices weren't limited... do you think you would have done things differently?"
"I'm sure I would have," Hank admitted. "But, it's hard and impossible to say I would have been happier. I learn so much from these children, Cassie. Every year, with every new student, I learn more and more. What's better is that I learn with them. I think it's best with the way things turned out."
"You really love these kids, huh?" Cassie mused with a somewhat sad smile.
"I do."



"Of course," Cassie chuckled. "Wouldn't work at a school if you didn't, right?"
"Well, it only makes sense," Hank snorted. "I imagine all of the staff feels this way. Rogue was the one who mentioned the situation between Deimos and Wade to me, but Remy was the one who mentioned it to her."
"Oh, yeah," Cassie suddenly remembered. "Have you seen Deimos since then? I mean, is he okay?"
Hank nodded, "I visited him before it got too late last night. He was shaken up and...well, there's still a lot he doesn't understand. In terms of people, but I assured him that most people are nothing like Wade Wilson."
"Holly is concerned," Cassie said. "Because Deimos is so upset. I didn't know what to tell her."



"It's fine not to tell her too much," Hank explained. "We don't want to misinform her or overload her on details."
"Well, she did get some jumbled details from Deimos. But I think Kurt's talking to her later," Cassie shrugged.
Hank smiled, "Well, if anyone is able to calm her I'm sure it would be Kurt."
"Tell me about it," Cassie shook her head with a smile. "Those two are like a bad movie. This morning they each thought the other was mad at them."
"Oh, my," Hank shook his head with a laugh. "Well, Holly is a good girl, so of course she wants to show Kurt she respects him and not have him mad at her. I don't think she was raised with many negative emotions around her, so she's sensitive. Though, I'm sure with time that will pass."



"Nobody wants to have someone they like mad at them," Cassie sighed.
"Yes, well, some are more sensitive than others. Some are more willing to apologize while others are more willing to block it out."
"I don't know how anyone could block that out," the woman admitted.
"Neither do I, but they exist. Some people who think they never did any wrong, or try to understand their significan other's feelings. They may care about the person, but they can't rid themselves of their selfish tendencies ."
Cassie was thankful to have the necklace as an excuse not to have to look at Hank. "They sound like pretty bad people," she murmured.



"Not bad people," Hank mused. "Just...complicated and confused. And, I wish them all the best for figuring things out for themselves."
She swallowed thickly, trying not to cry. This wasn't the time or place. "Ever been to South Africa, Doc?"
Hank made a show of searching his memories before replying, "Can't say that I have."
Cassie nodded slowly. "My sister's in South Africa. I'm thinking of using up some vacation time."
"Cassie," Hank rose a brow, swerving his chair to face her. "Is something wrong? I thought you and your sister weren't on the best of terms."

---

Kurt was getting a little frustrated. His fingers were fumbling and he dropped nearly everything dozens of times. He was about to take a break from the headache when he heard the knock at his door. Curious, the indigo man got up from his desk and opened the door. He rose a brow, "Logan? Is everyzing all right?"

The wolverine was leaning against the doorframe, obviously irritable as he murmured, "We're going out tonight."



"Oh, yeah, I hate her," Cassie agreed casually. "But she has a nice beach house and if I waited til school was out it would be winter there, since they're in the southern hemisphere and all," she went on, purposely avoiding his question.

---

Kurt's other brow rose. "Ve are?" He looked back at the mess of a bracelet on his desk, thinking of who it was for. He didn't really want to leave the mansion tonight, but something was clearly bothering Logan and Kurt was nothing if he wasn't there for a friend. "Vell, okay. Vhen did you vant to leave?"
Almost hesitant, Hank pushed, "So, your sister will be fine with you staying there?"

---

"Right after dinner."
"Ecstatic," Cassie confirmed, not sarcastic in the least. "Haven't seen her in years."

---

Kurt nodded before repeating, "Is... Is everyzing alright?"
"And, she is fine with being introduced to your fiancé?"

---

"I'm peachy," Logan stated sarcastically. "I'm gonna go grab the wannabe graduate and get her ass movin' in the Danger Room. The finals are close and her breaks with the squirt are getting longer."
"Huh? Oh, no." Cassie shook her head, still not looking at Hank. "Logan's not coming. And I'm not telling my family about him either."

---

"J-Ja." Kurt had hoped Lucille would get to be mostly left alone today, like Cassie had said she wanted. But he knew that the more she trained the better chance she'd have to graduate. "I zink she's in ze laundry room."




"Cassie," Hank's brows furrowed with worry, "is there anything you want to talk about? Maybe I could help."

---

Logan looked to Kurt incredulously, his anger diminishing a smidgen to make room for his confusion, "Your taste sure has changed, Elf."
"Oh, no," Cassie waved his concerns away. "My family has always been a mess," she assured him, specifically avoiding the issue Hank was obviously referring to. "Sure, lying to them doesn't really help but it sure as hell doesn't hurt, either."

---

Kurt smiled at his friend with minimal chagrin. Anyone comparing Wanda and Lucille would come to the same conclusion. "Maybe I have alvays has broad taste, und you just never noticed."
"If I may be so bold," Hank was concerned, "if there's anything bothering you, just know that nothing is really the end until you are the one who gives it up."

---

Logan snorted as he started ticking off his fingers, "If I put every woman you've ever been intimate with, every woman you've ever flirted with, side by side it would prove you false, bub."
Cassie glanced up at the large man with a strange smile. "Doc, you talk like you know things I haven't even told you."

---

Kurt had to laugh, Logan was definitely right. "Zis one... is different, ja. But," he smiled widely, fangs showing, "she's special. You know how zat is, right?" Kurt joked.
Hank shrugged with his own smile, "If I don't know the question, I find it suitable to guess the answer."

---

Logan sighed, "Right." He reached out and clapped the other's shoulder. "I'll see ya later, Elf. Oh, and don't worry, I won't work her too hard."



"Fair enough." Cassie turned her focus back to bending the metal links of Deimos's broken necklace. "When the decision isn't up to you, it doesn't really matter if you've given up or not."

---

"Danke, Logan," Kurt thanked the wolverine. "I'm sure Hol-Lucille appreciates it too."
Hank shook his head with a sly smirk, "That's what many people tend to believe. It's easy to give up and think there was no other choice, but there's always more than just the one, you see."

---

Logan rolled his eyes, "Just call her 'Holly', Elf. It's not like you're hiding anything about you two."

 

[Deer Teeth]

"Okay Mister Know-it-all," Cassie replied, "what are my other options? Because I can't seem to figure them out."

---

Kurt shrugged sheepishly. "I should at least pretend to respect the rules."
Hank shrugged, "Well, it depends on the details of the situation. In the end, it's best to not runaway -say, to South Africa - or else the problem is never solved and both parties will be hurt and yearning for closure."

---

"Calling your student ain't the same as shoving your tongue down her throat," Logan jabbed a claw in Kurt's direction. "Which that is a different story."

"Sorry, Doc, but closer already came a went. Case closed, problem no longer exists." Cassie threw a quick glance in the beast's direction. "I think this situation moved faster than you expected."

---

Kurt gulped. "Zat would be a different story," he laughed nervously.
Hank sighed, "May I speak honestly?"

---

Logan looked at his friend suspiciously. The claw disappearing, Logan stated, "Just a few more months, Kurt. I know you can do it."
"Why do you always ask that?" Cassie didn't look up. "I'm never going to say 'no'."

---

"I do too. Aber, danke for your confidence."


"Then, Cassie, if there's one thing I know, it's that you run at the first sign of danger. You don't focus on solving conflicts, instead you'd rather go to a beach house. And, if it's involving who I think is, then I'm not sure you realize how hard he tries. He isn't the type to beat around the bush, nor does he allow others to walk over him, but you are the one and only person who can push him around. However, sometimes limits are reached, and most people think once they reach them that's the end. Most don't think that limits can be reset and strengthened. If you give up, Cassie, you will lose him for good. Going to South Africa will be giving up."

---

Logan nodded before pushing off the doorframe. He gave a wave and left.
"Hank," Cassie put down her tools and turned to face the man. "I'm not running away from some fight. He /dumped me/. It's /over/. He made it pretty clear that I'm not who he thought I was and that I'm not good enough. I'm taking a break to evaluate my career choices; Logan was the only thing keeping me here. I'm not 'giving up', okay? You can't give up on something that doesn't exist."

---

Kurt ran a hand through his hair, puffing out his cheeks with a sigh. That was close. So Logan... didn't know? And he didn't pick up on anything just now? Either he was cutting Kurt a break or something was really distracting him. Speaking of distractions.... Kurt closed his door, going back to stare at that damned bracelet. He appreciated the wooden carving even more now - making gifts was hard.
Hank shrugged, "If you're willing to just let go, I can't imagine that you must have loved him all that much, anyway. If that's how it is, then I suppose it's best that you two won't be married."
"That's not fair," Cassie whispered, suddenly blinking back tears. "You don't know what I'm feeling."
"Does Logan know? How you're feeling? Or, did you laugh it off like I usually see you do when confrontation arises?"




"He doesn't care," the woman mumbled, looking away again. "Not anymore. Says I'm just a child." A tear slipped down Cassie's face and she wiped it away quickly. "And he's always right."
"Because you let him be," Hank handed her a tissue. "And, it's not as if Logan says these things because he wants to be right. He wants you to prove him wrong, doesn't he?"
Cassandra shook her head, silently accepting the tissue. She sniffed, looking up to the ceiling and blotting her eyes. Crying was for later. "I can't," she croaked before clearing her throat. "I can't prove him wrong when he's not. I'm selfish and careless and I /don't/ put the kids first and I /don't/ belong here and-" she swallowed hard, getting choked up. "And he's done."
Hank was solemn. It hurt him to watch the young woman so hurt, "And, are you done, Cassie? Are okay with this engagement breaking off? Are you okay with walking away from him?"
"Of course I'm not okay with it," she murmured, hand closing around the dog tags that hung from her choker. "But that's what he wants."





"Tell him, Cassie," Hank urged. "Tell him that you don't want this end."
She shook her head sadly. "He walked out on me. He won't listen. It doesn't matter what I want, anyway." Cassie wiped away an escaped tear with her balled up tissue. "I'll always just be a kid to him."
Hank rolled over and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I think you try one more time before you make any hasty decisions."
"And say what?" she asked desperately. "'Sorry I'm not what you wanted but take me back anyway'?"
"Well, yes," Hank stated simply. "Sometimes people need to see the effort of their significant other. Approaching him and saying exactly how you feel and listening to him may be what he needs. Ask him what he feels. Don't avoid."




"But I...." She trailed off. Cassie was going to say 'But I tried that', though when she thought about it... did she listen to him? Or did she laugh off his concerns because she didn't want him to be serious? "What if he avoids me?" she finally asked.
"Just talk," Hank insisted. "If he walks away, follow him. If he gets mad, let him and show your sincerity when you ask why he feels the way he does. Don't let him block you out and show him how much he means to you."
"What if... I've done something he can't forgive?"
Hank sighed, "Knowing how much it hurt him, will you be planning to repeat this mistake?"
"It's not exactly something I 'planned' on doing in the first place," Cassie mumbled.




"Then, you will make more of an effort not to repeat it in the future?"
"I dunno," she shrugged, drumming her fingers on the table. "I'd be more interested in working something out, I guess."
Hank patted her shoulder, "Just communicate. Uss your words. And, always remember, if it will hurt you, it's probably hurting him, too. Think from his point of view, as well."
"But his point of view is angry and confusing," Cassie protested. "When everything makes him mad, it's hard to know what to take seriously."
"Tell him that. He probably hasn't noticed it himself."




Her eyes dropped. Hank was right, and she hadn't even considered that. Eventually Cassie nodded and slowly went back to work on Deimos's chain. "Thanks, Hank," she murmured.
The beast smiled, "Thank you." He gestured to her work, "You're going to make a young man very happy."
Cassie just shrugged. "It's not great. But it'll be wearable until he can take it to a jeweler. As long as he doesn't pick a fight with another idiot."
"Still," Hank hummed. "That was the very first birthday gift he ever received."
"He deserves nice things," Cassie commented. "He's a good kid."




Hank chuckled, "I'm sure if you gave him something nice, he'd be speechless."
"Yeah? You know him best, what would you suggest?"
Raising a brow in thought, the beast replied, "Well, I gave him a collection of poetry for Christmas. I don't think he particularly cared for it, but I do think he was happy to receive something. But...what do kids classify as 'nice' these days?"
"Are you kidding?" Cassie smiled, now seeming to be in a better mood. "These are teenagers. Teenagers don't like anything."
Hank's large fingers snapped, "He needs new boots."





She made a face. "I highly doubt he'd let me take him shopping, but it's worth asking."
Hank looked to her, rubbing his chin, "Take him somewhere? If you take him somewhere, it should be a karaoke establishment."
"Karaok- what? Why?"
Shaking his head, the man gave a sly grin, fang peeking out as he answered, "He'll never admit it, but I've caught him a few timea singing some tunes. Deimos isn't half bad."
"Seriously? Deimos?" Cassie sounded like she thought Hank was pranking her. "Are we talking like show tunes or top 40s?"





The man rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, neither. More...you could try top 40s."
"You don't think he'll be mad that you told me this?" Cassie inquired. She knew Deimos didn't hate her, but he probably wouldn't appreciate being 'outed'.
"I wouldn't doubt he will," the blue man admitted. "Deimos and I...well, we're at odds at the moment, I'm afraid. But, I think he'll enjoy himself if he tries."
"At odds?" Cassie echoed. "Why?"
"He's upset that I am trying to encourage him to socialize."




"Shocker," Cassandra's eyebrows jumped, emphasizing her sarcasm. "I'd say he'd be happier if he had friends, but Holly is much more agreeable than he is and /she/ doesn't even have friends."
"I think, at least, the two of them seem to get along with Laura."
"Which is good, because Laura needs friends as much as they do. But she's also kind of..." Cassie's hand wobbled back and forth. "So a stable relationship they do not make."
"Perhaps for now," Hank thought aloud. "But, I strongly believe they can balance each other out."
"Laura and Deimos?" Cassie clarified. "That would be nice."






"Yes." Hank eyed Cassie, "She hasn't given you any trouble has she?"
"Not at all," she shook her head. "Why?"
"Observation," Hank replied. "Laura has never been faced with a situation such as a loved one being engaged. I was wondering how she was holding up."
Cassie shrugged. "Well, she hasn't attacked me yet so I guess that's pretty good by Laura standards."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," Hank smiled.




"Don't know how she's going to react to this news, though," the woman mumbled solemnly.
"As far as I'm concerned, I think it's a little early to think there's any news to share."
"Even if it wasn't, I'm not sharing anything. His decision, he can deal with it." Setting down the pliers, Cassie picked up the necklace. It held together in one piece as she ran it through her fingers, testing for sharp spots. "There," she said softly. "That should be good."
Hank held his hand out, "Thank you very much, Cassie. I'm sure Deimos will be overjoyed when he wakes up."
Cassie placed the necklace in Hank's jumbo paw. "Hope so," she sighed quietly and stood up. "Thanks for the help, Doc."




"Anytime," he smiled, then took her hand and gave it a light squeeze. "Talk to him, don't back down."
"I'll try," she murmured, squeezing back. "But you know how he is - stubborn for the sake of it."
"Well, maybe he won't be for your sake."
The knots in her stomach returning, Cassie didn't reply. Instead she let out a deep breath and nodded once before pulling her hand back with a weak smile and slipping out of the clinic. She'd talk to Logan after dinner, there's no way he'd listen to her right now.
Most students had finished their meals by the time Bobby was able to limp down to the mess hall. He just planned on grabbing a bite, something to snack on as his stomach, wasn't agreeing with him. He slipped into the kitchen and fridge, past all the tables and people, and grabbed an apple. He took a bite, loving the crisp sensation, before exiting. He was halfway through the hall when he heard his name called out. It was Rogue, waving to him. She was joined by Kurt and Remy, who was twiddling his fingers at the blonde. Sighing, Bobby hobbled over, leaning over to brace himself against the table as he greeted everyone.

"You look like a mess, boy," the Cajun chuckled.





"Thanks," Bobby muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Ya feelin' okay, Bobby?" Rogue asked, somewhat concerned. The blonde did look pretty rough.
"Und, have you alvays had zis jacket?" Kurt lifted one side of the cloth. His eyes taking in the blonde's exposed skin - wandering around with just an unzipped jacket on his torso - and noticing the kiss marks that were barely hidden. He released his grip, but said nothing.
"Yeah," Bobby answered immediately, closing the hoodie around him. He was so out of it he didn't even think to change out of Wade's clothes. "I just don't wear it much."

Cassie approached then, looking only slightly better than Bobby. She slid into the chair next to Kurt and gave the group a small smile. "Hey," she greeted, glancing quickly at all of them. But her gaze stuck on the blonde and after a puzzled moment she raised an eyebrow with a slight smirk.
"H-Hey," the blonde murmured as he avoided eye contact. He stood up straight, "Look. I kinda feel like shit today, so I'm going back to my room."
"Ya sick?" Rogue looked up at him. "Maybe ya should talk ta Hank after dinner."

"He's fine, Ro'," Cassie assured their friend. "Just worn out, right Blondie?"





Bobby sent his friend a glare, not wanting to be called that. "Yeah, tired," he ground.

"Was it Wilson?" Rogue frowned. "You said he was bothering you yesterday."
Remy chuckled to himself but kept his mouth shut.

It dawned on Cassie that the Cajun knew at least some of what was going on. Poor Rogue was the only one completely out of the loop.

"Y-yeah, it was," Bobby confirmed, too flustered to lie. "It's fine, he left already. I just wanna get some rest."
Kurt, who hadn't known about the interactions between his friend and the mercenary, slowly came into realization as to what happened. The young man turned a shade darker than his natural complexion, poking at his food and keeping mute.

Rogue crossed her arms, "Good. I'm sorry Bobby. You shoulda come 'n got me if he was gonna be that much ofa pain."
"Uh, thanks Rogue. But you don't need to bother with him," Bobby tried.
Remy wrapped an arm around Rogue, pulling her close as he kissed her neck, "But, my Anna Marie, if you are always out protectin' da boy, you can't have fun wid ol' Remy as often. 'N I thought we was havin' a blast."





"I don't need protecting, anyway," Bobby grumbled. Rogue barely even heard him, she was focused on Remy.

"Yeah, you're pretty good at holding your own with Wade," Cassie teased, alluding to what appeared to be Bobby's newly discovered kink.
The blonde couldn't keep down his bruising blush, eapecially with the look he got from Remy as the Cajun glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "I'm heading back to my room," the blonde grumbled. Standing up and limping away from the table.

"Poor guy," Rogue sighed. "I can't believe there ain't a thing we can do."
"Really, he's fine," Cassie insisted, eyes on Rogue but addressing the entire table. "Willie doesn't hurt him or anything, he's just... annoying."
Glancing at his watch, Kurt stood and sighed, "I have to get going."
"Where to?" Cassie asked casually. Rogue and Remy had engrossed themselves in each other.

 

[Deer Teeth]

Before he could respond, Kurt had to address his sister and friend, "Come on, guys. Zere are still students around. You know besser." It came out more like the whine of a grossed out younger brother than a concerned teacher, but it didn't change that he wanted them to stop doing...whatever together.
Rogue laughed softly after planting a kiss on Remy's cheek. "Chill out, Kurt," she instructed. "We ain't doin' nuthin' wrong."
"Not yet," Remy chuckled slyly.
"Keep it in your pants," Cassie rolled her eyes. "Some of us are trying to eat here." She wasn't, though. Still too upset to be hungry, Cassandra didn't even have a plate in front of her.
Kurt rolled his eyes as well, "You two are so gross sometimes."

"You say dat, mon ami, but when you get t'be wid your cher you will be just da same," Remy teased back. "Is dat where you're goin' now? To meet le petite?"

Cheeks heated, the indigo man shook his head, "I'm going out drinking tonight."



"Sounds like fun," Rogue smiled to Kurt, playfully swatting at Remy for making her brother blush.

"Isn't Holly a little young for that?" Cassie teased.
"Nein, not Holly," Kurt corrected. "Herr Logan."
"Oh." Cassie didn't outwardly react, but the knots in her stomach clenched up when she thought of Logan's earlier threat. "Sitting at a bar bitching about your boss is kind of hard to do /with/ your boss," she tried to joke.
Kurt shrugged, "He approached me zis morning. Saying ve vere going out tonight. I almost said nein because I vanted to...vell...finish up a project."
"Did you? Finish it, I mean?"

"Project?" Rogue echoed. "What're ya workin' on?"





Kurt squirmed, "I made somezing for Holly."
"Even betta dan flowers," Remy smirked.

But Rogue frowned. "Kurt, you're gonna get in trouble."
"I von't," the German insisted. "It vas just a bracelet. As long as she doesn't say who is vas from no one vill ever know. Und...it made her smile. I zink."
"If ya say so..." Rogue mumbled, unconvinced.

"Didja not stick 'round ta see le petit smile?" Remy questioned.
"I did, aber I saw her smile...I zink she smiled because of it." His flickered up and around, "You haven't seen her have you?"





The two lovebirds shook their heads 'no' but Cassie was lost in her own world and didn't reply.

"We haven't been lookin, though, either," Rogue reminded him.
"She must have eaten earlier," he sighed. "Ah, I have to get going. If you see her wearing it let me know, bitte?"
"Ah don't think we'll be seein' much 'a anybody," Rogue admitted with a sly smile.

Cassie's attention snapped back to Kurt as he got ready to go. "Wait, y'all are leaving right now?"
"Shall I wisk you away, m'dear?" Remy cooed, placing a kiss to her cheek.

Kurt nodded, "He said right after dinner."
"Ah would like nothin more," Rogue replied, playing into his sweet talk.

"Oh." Cassandra chewed on her bottom lip, thinking. "Okay." She stood abruptly. "See you all tomorrow, then," the woman said in monotone as she walked away, pulling out her phone as she went. Out of the dining hall, she sent a text to Logan as she headed for her own room.

- There's no such thing as even.







Logan glanced down at his phone as he waited for Kurt outside the fuzzy man's room. Looking over the text, he clicked out of it and slipped it into his back pocket, snarling as his patience was thinning.
"I'll leave you to it," Kurt cringed away from his sister's PDA as he also stood. The furry mutant checked his watch again as he left the dining hall. He was a few minutes late after getting distracted by Bobby and his other friends.

"Entschuldigung," he apologized as he came up behind Logan. "I vas distracted."
Logan shrugged, "Let's just go."
Kurt nodded, prepared to follow his friend. "Ze usual place tonight?"
"That's the one, bub."






Hands in his pockets as they walked down the hall, Kurt's tail swished lazily. "Ve haven't been out in a long time," he commented.
Logan simply grunted. His eyes dancing on the look out as they made their way to the front door.
Noticing the way Wolverine was on edge, Kurt asked, "Somezing vrong?"
"Just don't want nobody bothering us on the way out."
Kurt shrugged, "Just about everyone's still at dinner. Ve're a bit earlier zan usual."






"I don't want any obstacles. Just wanna get there and relax."
"Somezing is stressing you out?"
Again, just a grunt.
Kurt breathed in the cold night air when the two stepped outside. He stretched his arms over his head with a sigh. "You're not ze only von zat's been on edge," he admitted.
The wolverine growled, "After what happened yesterday, I would be surprised if I was."




Kurt shook his head, "I don't like having Vade Vilson around. Especially since he zeems to enjoy picking on Deimos. It vorries me."
"Same," he looked to Kurt. "You shouldn't leave the two of them alone if you can help it."
He grimaced. "I don't vant to. But zat vould involve being vith one of zem at all times. I don't like Vade and Deimos doesn't like me, so it's difficult." Kurt's cheeks heated as he thought of something. This might not have been the proper company to mention it in, but he said anyway, "Zough, Bobby zeems to do a good job, um... holding Vade's attention."
"What those two do is between them," Logan grumbled. "Only care when they bring others into their shit."
Kurt nearly stuck out his tongue at the thought. "Zey do zat?" It didn't sound the Bobby he knew, but then again the Bobby he knew wasn't interested in men and yet he was involved with Wade.





Logan snarled the affirmative, his pace quickening.
As his legs were much longer, Kurt barely had to change his stride to keep up with Logan. He didn't miss the other's increased agitation, though. His first thought was that maybe Wade had come onto the wolverine, but he quickly rid himself of that image before it could even develop. Besides, Logan had to be pretty used to that seeing how Wade was basically obsessed with the shorter man. His next thought was Deimos and Kurt tripped over his own feet. "He... He vouldn't. Vould he?"
"I doubt that bastard cares who it is so long as they amuse him and do everything he says."
"You don't zink he vould go after ze students, do you?" he asked, thinking of Lucille's timidness when faced with Wade before.
"If he can pull a gun on them, I wouldn't be surprised if he invited them to bed."





"Mein Gott," Kurt paled. An insane predator loose in their school? He was very glad to know that the man wasn't there now, or else he wouldn't be letting Lucille out of his sight. "Vhy do you allow him on ze property?" he questioned, mildly incredulous.
Logan sighed, "If it was just my decision, he wouldn't be."
"Jean is okay vith zis?"
"Her and Chuck want him to join the team."
Kurt dragged a blue hand over his then around to rub at the back of his neck. Talk about a reason to drink.... "Deadpool? An X-Men? Zey must be out of zere minds. Und Scott?"





Logan shrugged, "Cyke doesn't really get a say at this point. Chuck is adamant."
"Adamant?" Kurt repeated. "About /Vade/?"
Logan shrugged, "It's all ridiculous. I don't wanna talk about it anymore."
Kurt nodded once. Logan was right, it WAS ridiculous. It was more than ridiculous. It was downright terrifying. Although Logan liked his silence, the two usually spent nights like these chatting. But Kurt's mind was focused on Holly, mostly, and Wade. With a little bit of Bobby thrown in; was his friend /really/ okay? With nothing else unrelated to Wade to say, Kurt brought up something he figured would get his friend talking, "How are ze vedding plans coming?"
Logan sighed as they approached the bar's front door, "Just wait for the first glass before we get there, all right?"






Kurt smirked, holding the door open for his friend. Mutant friendly or not, he still didn't like being the first one in when not wearing his inducer. "Sure."
"Thanks," Logan grumbled as he walked in, quickly heading towards the bar to order the usual.
Kurt followed, hopping up on a bar stool and wrapping his tail around his own leg to keep it from tripping other patrons. He motioned to the bar tender to double Logan's order, the second drink for him.
Logan didn't waste a second. Once the glass hit his palm he downed it and ordered for another, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Kurt's eyebrows shot up, his own glass not even to his lips yet. But he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut until Logan got his second drink; something was /definitely/ wrong.





Getting his second, Logan stopped halfway down, chugging and slamming the glass on the countertop. He sighed, looking down at thhe murkey beverage.
Even the bartender gave him a sideeye this time.

"Alright, talk," Kurt demanded.
Glancing over at the indigo man, Logan threw an arm behind the back of his chair. "I dunno," he swished his drink. "Depending on her...things are rocky right now."
Her? Cassie, must be. But... "Rocky?" Kurt echoed. That would explain why Logan had been more irritated than usual today. And now that he thought about it, she had been acting kind of weird at dinner. "Vhy?"
Heaving a sigh, Logan murmured, "Because she doesn't care."






"Zat's a little hard to believe." Kurt took a gulp from his glass. It was never fun being in the middle of something like this, but he had to be there for his friends. Both of them.
"Yeah," Logan snorted. "I pushed the thought off long enough."
Kurt frowned deeply. "Vhat makes you say she doesn't care?"
"Because she never listens," the wolverine growled. "I don't want her to obey or some stupid shit like that. But, whenever...I get pissed and instead of trying to see it from my view, or taking me seriously she laughs and waves me off."
That sounded like Cassie, alright. "And you've told her zis bozers you?" Kurt assumed.





"I tried, but she doesn't stop laughing." He looked at Kurt, offended, "She asks me why I take it so personally. Can you believe that?"
"I can believe she said it," Kurt responded dryly. He loved Cassie, but she could definitely be insensitive and thoughtless. "But zat does not mean she doesn't care about you."
Running his hand through his hair, Logan groaned, "I know. But, if she can't respect me the way I respect her, then this isn't an equal relationship. I can't be okay sitting at home knowing that she's perfectly okay with touching other men."
Kurt's eyes narrowed. "Vait, vat?"
Logan chugged down the rest of his drink, the glass cracking in his grip once it was empty, "She was...intimate with Wilson and Bobby."




Kurt pushed his drink away as he tried to push that mental image out of his mind. He shook his head slowly, trying to grasp why Logan was saying. "Cassie... cheated on you? Vith Vade... und /Bobby/?"
"I could smell them on her. It wasn't sex, but her hands were soaked in their smell. She even admitted it, she was trying to get me jealous, and that shit gets old real quick."
In Kurt's opinion, the word 'soaked' had been a bit unnecessary. And gross. "Aber, if she is looking for your jealousy zen she must care vat you zink, ja?"
"I wish it was that simple," Logan shook his head. "I've been a toy for a long time for people who enjoyed my reactions far too much. I'm not starting my marriage out like that."
He could understand that. And Logan had more than a right to be angry. "You're sure zis vasn't some shitty stunt Vade initiated?" With the somewhat skewed view he got of their interactions, it wouldn't totally surprise Kurt if Deadpool was manipulating the situation to keep his 'Wolvie' single.




Logan shook his head, "Even if he initiated it, she doesn't have to go along with it. And, every time he's around she jokes about sleeping with him. How can I trust her when she comes to me giggling about how she got him off with her hands?" He paused, adding, "So, I told her I would find a bed partner for the night."
This officially outside of Kurt's comfort zone, and the look on his face showed it.

The bartender had given Logan a new glass, tossing his cracked on in the trash. Since it was still early, the place was pretty quiet and he was doing an okay job and pretending to not be listening to their drama.

Kurt shook his head again. "At least she told you?" he half shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't zink I can help you pick up a chick just to make your fiancé jealous."
Logan looked to Kurt, "I ain't really gonna do it."
The blue mutant didn't even try to hide his sigh of relief. "Gottseidank," he muttered. "Vhy threaten it, zen? To make her jealous too?"
"To show her how terrifying it feels."




"Und her reaction?"
Logan shrugged. "I think it hit her, but I wanted to go out to really drive it home. You know? She thinks I'm trying to get even right now. She's upset, and I want her to be so she can just how it makes me feel every time this shit happens. If she still can't understand, then..."
"She did seem to get nervous ven I mentioned ve vere going out," Kurt remembered. "Zat still doesn't sound like a healzy basis for a relationship."
Logan snorted, "I know, but a healthy relationship has never been my specialty, and...I really don't wanna let her go."
"Did you tell her zat?" Kurt asked, raising a brow. "You know she is impulsive und thoughtless. If she zinks you are out vith someone.... It is a good zing ze rest of our friends are staying in tonight or she might be out vith zem."





"I told her that if she can't understand why I am so upset over this then we'd be over. I'm giving her the opportunity to learn."
Kurt smirked, picking up his drink again. "Alvays ze teacher, Herr Logan. But zat's a harsh lesson. Is it really not possible to talk to her about zes zings? I know Cassie can be difficult but surely zere's a vay to fix zis."
"I told ya, Elf, she just doesn't listen," the man gulped down a bit of his drink. "She just laughs and laughs and every time I think I get through to her and she'll stop she just laughs some more."
"Sounds like ze students who laugh ven zey know zey are in trouble," Kurt commented.
Logan shook his head, "She just doesn't take me seriously."

 

[Deer Teeth]

"I alvays thought zat vas von of ze reasons you vorked," Kurt shrugged, draining his drink and signaling for a second. "You're alvays serious und she never is. Aber, it makes sense zat vould cause problems."
"Well, I can't do it. Marry someone who can't take my feelings seriously. I just can't."
"You shouldn't," Kurt agreed, but he sounded sad. "I'm sorry, mein Freund."
"Me, too," Logan clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Because I'm keeping you here with me all night."
Kurt's head dropped into his hand with a tired groan, but he was smiling slightly. "Ve can't all drink like you, Logan," he reminded the man.




Patting the other's back, the wolverine smirked, "I've seen you drink til morning once, I'm sure you can do it, again."
"Zat vas years ago," Kurt chuckled dryly. "You nearly had to carry me home."
Logan shrugged, "I'll do it again if ya need me to."
Kurt shook his head, fangs peeking out through his grin. "You're going to kill me."
"Won't push you that far," Logan snorted. "There's a half-pint out there that would never forgive me if I did."





"How vas she today?"
"She holds up well," the wolverine stated. "She's improved a lot, but she seemed distracted this morning. Probably because of Deimos and what happened yesterday." He sighed, "But, she might just pass."
"You don't sound happy about zat," Kurt noticed.
Logan smirked over, "Just a shame. She's not a bad sparring partner. Not as good as you, but she's not bad."
"It's not as if you vill not get to spar vith her after graduation," Kurt reminded his friend. "She vants to stay at ze institute und vork like-" He cut himself off, figuring it was best to not even mention Cassandra. "She vants to stay und vork."




"Maybe, but after graduation she can say 'no'," Logan ignored the rest of what Kurt said. He could tell where he was going and paid it no mind. "And, of course that means the two of you can spar whenever you like, but I promise you if you the two of you get frisky in there..."
"Ach." Kurt punched Logan's shoulder lightly. "It vill not be like zat. Remy is the von for zings like zat und ve are not alike."
The wolverine chuckled, "Just a warning Elf."
"Don't expect me to believe zat you've never gone for it," Kurt teased him. He was halfway through his second drink and feeling mighty comfortable.
Smacking him playfully in the chest with the back of his fist, Logan smirked, "That's why I'm warnin' ya. It's very tempting."






"Ze Headmaster gets all ze perks," the fuzzy man smirked.
That one earned the other a slap upside the head, "Watch it you." Though, the wolverine couldn't hold back his own "I'm caught" grin.
Kurt laughed at him, rubbing the back of his head. "Und I zought Remy vas ze only rascal in our midst."
Shaking his head, Logan looked to the indigo man slyly, "You're not so innocent either, Choir Boy."
"I do not know vat you're talking about," Kurt feigned innocence, hiding his grin by taking a long drink.





"I distinctly remember when you were with Wanda you two were like teenagers trying to find a bleacher to hide under."
Kurt choked a bit on his beer but his smile didn't diminish. "Yes, vell.... Have you seen her?"
"I have," Logan smirked. "That's why I say that Gem isn't close to your type."
Kurt shrugged. He couldn't explain it either. "Tastes change?"
"Be careful with that," the wolverine warned. "That girl has insecurities over her body, and she knows about you and Wendy."





"I'm not surprised," he sighed. Nothing was a secret around here. Not that he particularly wanted to keep secrets from Lucille, he just didn't want her feeling bad. "I like her for /her/ zough. Und Ho-... Holly is beautiful to me."
Logan looked into glass, near empty, as he shook his head. "I know this rule isn't helping. But, you'll be able to show her better after she graduates."
"It still feels very far avay," Nightcrawler admitted. "I... I gave her a bracelet today." Even though he figured Logan would frown on this action, he was excited to tell his best friend. "As a promise. To reassure her, you know?"
Logan, however, smiled at the other, "Like some corny promise ring?"
"Ja," Kurt chuckled. "Like some corny promise ring. Made it by hand und everyzing."





"I'm impressed," Logan rose a brow of intrigue. "So, what are you going to do if she gets picked up at the end of year dance?"
"Vell, I hope she has fun at ze dance, but I'd like to zink she von't disappear vith a random guy und forget about me."
"Unless he can give her a handmade promise bracelet, I doubt anybody could take your place, bub."
The indigo man beamed. "Zat's vat I'm hoping. Four monz is a long time, but ve've already been zrough six." He finished off his second glass and cringed sheepishly, "Following ze rules until zen, however...."
"Right now is the most important time for you to do that," Logan gripped Kurt's shoulder supportively. "She's almost there."






Kurt rested his forehead on the bartop. "It vill be vorth it," he sighed, "but it's not fun."
"The best things in life aren't always fun," Logan snorted. "Like marriage."
"Vhy do it, zen?" he asked, lifting his head when the barkeep brought him another beer. "Not love, but... Marry someone you're not having fun vith? Everyzing takes vork, but I vouldn't say my idea of marriage is 'not fun'."
"Don't get me wrong," the wolverine insisted. "Marriage can be fun. But, the worst parts of your life are going to happen while you are."
Kurt was curious. "How's zat?" he inquired, licking beer foam from his upper lip.





"For starters, the fights are worse. They become more personal, more hurtful. And, sometimes more frequent."
He frowned, "Because you know more about ze person, or because you're trying to hurt zem?"
"Both."
Kurt made a noise in the back of his throat. He drained half his glass, considering. "I hope to never be like zat. No offense," he glanced at Logan, "but purposely trying to hurt ze von you love ze most?" The man shook his head. "It sounds terrible.
"Most people don't do it on purpose," Logan explained, he hadn't even finished his third glass he was so busy talking. Unlike him. A lot of the time it's pent up thoughts and opinions that you don't say in the first place because you don't want to hurt the person you love. Other times, it's a subconscious need to see them react so you can confirm that they still love you."





"Maybe zat's vat Cassie vas doing," Kurt said without thinking.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Logan groaned, then sipped the rest of his glass, "I know it, but..."
"But vat?" the other prompted.
"But, cheating and words are completely different. And, she doesn't apologize. Instead, she justifies herself. If she'd at least apologize..."
"Right." Kurt had convienently blocked out that fact that Cassie had hooked up with Wade and Bobby, of all people. "How is it even possible to justify somezing like zat?"




"Ask her," was the gruff response.
"I'd vather not." Kurt sighed. "I am sorry, Logan."
Running a hand through his hair, Logan snarled, "If she'd be willing to have a real conversation..."
"Perhaps she just isn't mature enough for zat."
"I said. I told her she was childish."





Logan rose a brow, "What?"
"She's only twenty three," Kurt laughed. He was just drunk enough to be insulting. "How old vas your last girlfriend?"
Logan rolled his eyes. But, his friend had a point. "She is still an adult who should know how to communicate by now."
"I agree," Kurt nodded, "but you can't expect ze maturity of Ororo ven you are essentially dating a college girl."
"Well, then, if that college girl would just sit down and talk with me like an adult..."





"You're not asking too much," Kurt agreed, "but you might be asking ze vrong person. Ven vas ze last time ze two of you actually DID sit down and talk like adults?"
"After the announcement. That bastard Wade got her all upset with stupid shit."
"He does zat a lot, apparently?" Kurt commented dryly. "But she is capable of being serious?"
Logan sipped his glass, "Only after hours upon hours of her dodging it."
"Literal hours?"





"Sometimes, yeah."
Kurt rolled his eyes at the thought. "Even if she apologizes for vat is going on right now, she may not change."
Logan heaved a sigh, "Okay, enough of this. Don't wanna talk about it any more."
Clapping a hand on Logan shoulder, Kurt drained his glass. "Only if you catch up to me. Zat vas four."
The wolverine snorted, downing the rest of his third. "You should know better by now, Elf. Didn't ya say ya didn't wanna die? Gonna make Squeaks cry."





"I didn't challenge you," the furry mutant laughed. "Zen I really VOULD die. But you're making me feel like an alcoholic over here, being ze only von drinking."
"You're German," Logan scoffed. "And, I know you can hold your drink. If you're an alcoholic, it ain't because of me."
"Damn right I can," the other chuckled as the bartender plunked down two more drinks in front of them.
Logan had a little difficulty in getting the blue elf to his bed. They had left just as the sun was rising, and Kurt was out. He dropped his friend off, luckily no one awake, and he was able to slip into his own bedroom. He sighed, just before he opened the door. It was going to be empty on the otherside. He was going to be alone. And, he was used to akways having her around.
Cassie, on the other hand, was sleeping soundly. What Hank said was true, she did always run at the first sign of danger. The knots in her stomach only got worse, until she bought a one way ticket to Johannesburg. Once that ticket was in her hand, she could push all her anxieties out of her head. It sat like a little guardian on nightstand, a promise that she could run away and everything would be okay. And if she could forget Logan, it would be. But she wasn't having much luck. She couldn't sleep in her own bed, even wearing Logan's sweatshirt. The man wasn't in his room when she snuck in, and she slipped under the blankets, wrapping herself up in scent. It wasn't the same without him, but it was close enough that she could sleep with mild peace.





To say the least, Logan was surprised that Cassandra was in his bed when be opened the door. He wasn't sure as what he should do. He was still mad at her, but his chest clenched at the sight. He walked over softly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her, he swept some hair behind her ead before he placed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
The woman stirred, legs stretching out and breathing picking up. It was another few seconds before her eyes fluttered open. In the first couple of moments, everything was normal and Cassie started to smile up at the man above her. Then she remembered they were fighting and that she wasn't supposed to be there and sat up. "Sorry," she muttered, with a scowling blush. "Couldn't sleep."
What she said could have killed him. Deep down, he knew she cared about him, but if being together was only going to cause fights...

"Stay," he insisted. "You can sleep here as long as you want. Gonna go take a shower," he added as he stood.
"I'm leaving," Cassandra blurted. She didn't really meaning to say anything, but she needed to keep talking to him. "I mean, not now. But. Next week. I'm leaving."
Hands on his hips, the wolverine rose a cautious brow. "To where?"






She shook her head, "Doesn't matter." Cassie laid back down, turning her back to Logan. "Just thought you should know."
Logan allowed a moment to past until he inquired further, "When ya comin' back?"
"Never."
"C'mon, Cassie, be serious."
"I am," she replied, pulling the comforter tighter around herself. "I'm going to Jean on Monday, handing in my resignation. Flight's on Wednesday."






Gritting the back of his teeth, Logan ran a hand through his hair, "Why do you do this? Just give up? Am I really not worth it to you?"
Cassie curled up, eyes closing tightly. "You're the one who ended it."
"I didn't," he heaved a sigh before sitting back down at the edge of the bed. "I didn't say we were done. I said if you...didn't care then we would be."
"Of course I care," she whispered weakly.
"Well, it doesn't feel that way."

 

[Deer Teeth]

"Logan." Cassie sighed heavily but didn't move. "What do you want from me?"
"Apologies, for starters," he kept his eyes on the floor as he clasped his hands together. "It doesn't feel like you care when you try to make me jealous all the time. I feel like a toy. Then, you just laugh at my concerns that really bother me. What am I supposed to do?:
"/Everything/ bothers you, Logan," Cassie muttered, still keeping her back to the man. "If I took it all seriously I'd be as miserable as you."
"When it comes to-!" he stopped why he realized he was raising his voice. "Why can't you at least take it seriously when it concerns you?"
Logan was met with a long silence. "I don't know," Cassie finally replied, sounding like a petulant child.





"Figure it out," he sighed. "It takes two people to work at a relationship. Sometimes it feels like you are just here for the ride. But...I was serious when I said I wanted to marry you. I don't want to feel like the only one working at this."
"Were you also serious when you said you didn't want to marry me?" she challenged.
"I never said I didn't want to marry you," he snipped.
"You said you couldn't marry a child, and that's what I was. Am. How was I supposed to take that?" Cassie mumbled, no venom in her words.
"I also said that I would go out and enjoy myself with someome else."




"And you did."
"I didn't," he replied softly. "I was with Kurt all night. Just drinking at the bar."
Silence again. Then, "...Thank you."
"I love you, Cassie," Logan was soft in tone. "But, I needed you to feel what I feel when you make jokes like that, and even more when you actually do it."
"It's not-" The woman cut off her protest. What meant nothing to her was clearly hurting him. And insisting that it shouldn't wasn't going to change that. Swallowing her pride, she sat up and faced him. "I'm sorry," she sighed quietly, wearily.




Logan looked over his shoulder, looking weary himself. He turned to better face her and he gently gripped a hand to hold as he tapped his forehead against hers. "I love you."
Cassie tried to smile but it faded quickly and she closed her eyes as she murmured, "I know." Her other hand rested lightly on top of Logan's. "I'm sorry," she repeated. "That I hurt you."
"Me, too," Logan sighed. "Don't leave, please."
"I just don't know, Logan."
Too tired to fight, Logan simply nuzzled his nose against hers, "Can I kiss you?"




"Yeah," Cassie finally smiled.
His own lips quirking upwards, Logan meshed his mouth against hers. Softly, at first, without much pressure, and slowly he increased his touch.
Cassandra kissed him back gently, her hands soon coming up to either side of Logan's face to pull him away just an inch. "I'm so sorry," she breathed.
Logan cupped her cheeks, thumbs stroking just beneath her eyes, "I know." He pulled her forward to place a kiss to her forehead, then quickly to her lips, "I know. I love you."
She let her hands trail slowly down his neck and chest to rest on his thighs, their foreheads together. "I don't mean to hurt you."







Large hands slipped down to soothingly stroke Cassandra's neck. Logan murmured, "I know, but...sometimes it doesn't feel that way."
Cassie nuzzled her nose against his sharp features and jaw until she could lay her head on Logan's shoulder. "I-..." She sighed. It was hard trying not to defender herself or explain her actions, but that just seemed to hurt him more. "I guess not."
He ran his hands up the back of her neck and into her hair, "I'm sorry, too. For saying some shit."
"Sometimes I think I'm not what you're looking for," Cassie admitted quietly, fingers anxiously messing with the hem of his shirt. "We're so different," she continued, voice hushed. "And I'm... it's... complicated."
"I like it complicated," Logan attempted a chuckle before he placed a kiss above her eye.





"Or, Bobby."
"For the record," Cassie actually smiled, "Bobby was not exactly a willing participant."
"Great, my fianceé is a rapist now," the wolverine rolled his eyes as he shook his head. Though, he wasn't serious.
Cassandra giggled, wrapping her arms around Logan's middle and burying her face in his neck. "I missed you," she whispered. They still had a lot to work out but she was just happy that the man she loved still felt the same way.
Logan kept her close, resting his chin atop her head. "I missed you, too."





"I really am sorry," she said quietly, becoming serious once again. "That kind of thing, with Willie, is nothing to me; normal. I didn't even think about it." Cassie clung to Logan, not wanting to him to see her or her burning cheeks. "But I should've. Because I have you now."
Logan sighed, "Just please remember it. I get why you didn't think about it. But...in the future..."
Doing weird shit with Wade WAS normal. And in the future it would still be normal. And to completely change her normal because Logan wanted her too.... That was hard. And maybe she didn't want to. "I know, I know," Cassie sighed, only pretending to be serious. "In the future you want in because you secretly have a thing for Willie and doing former students, I get it."
Logan's hand wandered to her sides, he gave a slight ticklish pinch as he gruffly replied, "That's not funny."
Cassie squeaked, giggling. "Is too!" Her hands wrapped around his and pushed them away, but didn't let go. "In the future, what?" she asked, still smiling as she pulled back to look at Logan.





Smiling, Logan still seemed a bit thoughtful and wary of his words. "Just think of me in the back of your mind."
"That is terrible, terrible advice," Cassie told him flatly. In her imagination, getting involved in one of Wade's messes while thinking of Logan would be hot as hell.
"I mean it, Cass," the wolverine insisted as he squeezed her hands.
"So do I," the woman chuckled, squeezing back. "That's kind of a huge turn on."
"It should be more of a turn on to have the real thing in front of you," Logan snarled, though it was more of a snarl of arousal than anger.





Cassie smiled, bringing one of Logan's hands up to kiss between his knuckles, eyes locked on his. "In a different way," she admitted teasingly.
Logan released a long groan. He pulled her close and allowed himself to slump over her as he hung his head over her shoulder. "I'm tired."
Cassandra wrapped her arms around Logan, loving his weight. "I wonder why," she murmured, sarcastic but sweet as she combed a hand through his hair.
Logan nearly purred at her touch and he snorted, "You should see the elf."
"Poor thing must be completely hammered," Cassie smirked, massaging her fingers into his scalp. "Hope he wasn't planning on seeing Holly today."




Logan huffed, "Maybe I'll play nice and let her take care of his bedridden self."
"Give 'em an inch, they'll take a mile," she hummed, working her fingers down to the base of Logan's skull.
The wolverine nuzzled into Cassie's flesh and he murmured, "Think they'll fuck while he's hungover?"
"Ooo," Cassie cringed, thinking of the splitting headaches she'd had in the past. "You've never actually /been/ hungover, have you?"
"If I have, I don't remember."





"Lucky you," the woman chuckled, kneading the nape of Logan's neck. "If Kurt's anything like me and Bobby, he won't even open his eyes today."
"He doesn't need to look at her to fuck her," Logan's hands found their way to Cassie's back. Lazily drawing small circles.
Cassie giggled, grazing her nails over the back of Logan's neck. "Nasty. C'mere," she murmured, gently laying back down and pulling Logan with her, settling his head over her heart. "Forget the shower. Stay in bed. And give Kurt a break; make up your mind."
Logan purred, "Need a shower."
"Later," Cassie whined, holding him tightly. "Bath, maybe."




"I stink," the wolverine murmured.
"Don't care," she mumbled. He smelled like sweat and beer, cigar smoke and anger, a hint of cologne leftover from the previous morning with some aftershave thrown in. To Cassie, right now, it was heavenly. "Kinda into it."
Logan snorted, wrapping his arms the best he could between Cassandra's body and the bed, "I though Kurt had a taste for strange women."
"Rude," Cassie giggled, shoving a hand in Logan's face, pushing his head back playfully.
The man didn't resist. He kissed her palm, gingerly. Then her wrist before resting his head on her chest.




"I love you," the woman murmured, petting Logan's hair gently like he was a cat. "Even if you do stink," Cassie teased, giving his ear a pinch.
However, there was no response. Logan was out like a light. Deep in slumber after a long night out, and heavy emotional stress.
Cassandra chuckled, going back to running her fingers slowly through his hair. She was more than happy to stay snuggled with Logan while he slept. Being without him, even just for the one night, was distressing. She needed this.
"You're crooked."

Kurt, who was reaching up to straighten the banner while everyone else was running around and trying to fix everything up last minute, instantly replied without looking, "I know, zat is vhy I am fixing zis."

"I am talking about your tie, Kurt."

Confused, the indigo man looked over his shoulder to see Ororo with her arms crossed and a smile on her lips. "Ororo!" he nearly dropped the banner, "You look beautiful."
The woman laughed brightly, "Thank you, Kurt. But be careful while you're up there." Ororo was truly stunning in a floor length embeleshed orange dress, heavy beaded necklace adding to her natural African priestess look. "And then let me fix your tie."

"A little more to the left!" Bobby instructed his friend as he built up a decorative ice sculpture on the punch table.





"That's what Petey says when I'm inside of him," Wade giggled, sitting atop the snack table and holding Peter Parker close to him as he watched everyone run around in a frenzy. He nuzzled into the younger's neck, rubbing his stomach gently.
Bobby glared over his shoulder at the non-mutant as he worked.

"Shut up," Peter muttered, smacking Wade in the face with an empty chips bag. "You're the X-man here, shouldn't this be your job?" the spider complained, pulling open another bag to dump into the oversized bowl.
"Not an X-man," Wade purred, nibbling the side of the young man's neck. "They just want my dick."

"Thanks for the help, Peter," Rouge shouted out as Remy helped her carry the plastic dishes and utensils.
"You say that about everybody," Peter reminded him, one hand pushing Wade's face away. "And no, it's not true." But he shot a grin at Rogue, "You guys looked like you needed it."

"I don't know how we manage to run behind every single year," Cassie chimed in as she set up glasses of punch beside Bobby. "But I think it's a tradition at this point."
"Vell, at least ve are almost done," Kurt sighed, settling the banner and porting down in front of Ororo.

He fiddled with his bow, but the woman laughed and swatted his hands away playfully, "Let me."





"Can you do me next, Ororo?" Bobby asked hopefully, putting the finishing touches on his sculpture with one hand and added ice cubes to cups Cassie set out with the other. His bowtie hung undone around his neck. In fact, Bobby wasn't wearing his jacket, either, and had his sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up past his elbows.
"I can do you now, Blondie~" Wade called out, snuggling from behind Parker and grinding his pelvis into the brunette's ass. "Petey will join us~"
Bobby frowned, "Uh, no thanks."

"Cut it out, Wade," Peter hissed, spilling some pretzels. "If you don't behave, I'll leave."
Trying to change the subject, Forge popped up from behind the speakers and inquired, "Anyone seen Logan and Jean?"
"Now that you mention it," Ororo pulled Kurt's bow tie tight and smoothed out his jacket lapels, "no. I haven't seen Scott or Charles, either."

"Must be plannin' somethin' big," Rogue said. "Or somethin's gone wrong."





"Let's pray it is not zat," Kurt chuckled nervously before thanking his friend.

"Is Hank going to lead da kids over?" Remy asked while Rogue and he finished their job.
"Yes," Ororo confirmed. "And soon, too. How is the sound system coming, Forge?"

"I call DJ!" Wade exclaimed, a hand shooting in the air.
"No," Forge snapped at the merc before turning his attention to Ororo. "It should hold up, but Jean is supposed to hand me the playlist."
Wade rolled his eyes at being rejected but quickly bounced back. "Petey, let's go find them!" He tugged on the young man's sleeve. "I haven't gotten to say hi to Wolvie today, anyway."
Peter shook his head, "You brought me all the way out here. You're not gonna mess it up by getting yourself kicked out because you pissed Logan off."





"Wolvie could never kick me out, right Mickey?"

"Don't drag me into this," Cassie shook her head. "They're probably just in Jean's office and lost track of time," she mentioned to Ororo. "Can't someone just 'call' Charles or something?"
"Ouch," Peter snorted at the rejection Wade received.

"I vill got get it," Kurt offered. "Ze playlist since I vill be faster."
"Don't make fun of me," Wade mumbled, bumping his nose into the shell of Peter's ear. "I'll make you regret it."

"Thank you, Kurt," Ororo replied with a gracious smile. "Is everyone else close to ready? The students will be here soon."

"Done here," Cassie nodded.

"Yup," Bobby added, fiddling with his bow tie.
Peter deadpanned, "Just one more to add to the list."

Ororo bobbed her head in acknowledgement, "All right, Kurt. Charles said that they are all on their way. They are walking through the main entryway at this moment."
Wade just chuckled and squeezed Peter tight around his middle, before moving them both off the snack table. "Look alive, Petey." He glanced at Bobby, who was still struggling with his tie. "C'mere, Blondie. Lemme fix that for you."

Bobby, however, gave both Peter and Wade a strange look before turning to Cassandra.

"Where's your jacket?" she inquired, untying the knot the blonde had accidentally created.

"Too hot," he shrugged.

Remy had an arm slung over Rogue's shoulder as they waited. "You look more beautiful den eva, chéri."





Kurt had ported to where Jean and the other's were and within a few seconds returned with the flashdrive. Handing it to Forge, the German smiled, "Zey are almost here."
"Thanks," Forge replied, fitting the drive into the computer and queuing up the first song. He kept the volume low as the place was quiet for now.

The double doors opened suddenly, and a crush of students streamed in on either side of Hank. The music was quickly drowned out by 'ooh's and 'ah's as the kids took in the decorations. The majority of them had been to a year-end dance at the institute before but they were no less awed as the first years.
"Break it up you two," Rogue hummed as she passed Wade and Peter. "The kids are all here."

Kurt's tail curled at the sight of the students, his golden eyes glowing and wide as they searched and searched.
"We're not doing anything," Wade protested with a pout, but he released Peter from his hold after leaving a quick kiss on the man's neck.

A massive blue paw came down on Nightcrawler's shoulder. "Sorry Kurt," Hank sighed. "She's not here tonight."
The indigo man wanted to play it off at first. Like he wasn't looking for anyone in particular. However, his face quickly fell at the news, tail drooping as Deimos stepped into view.

 

[Deer Teeth]

"Graduation's not too far away," Hank reminded the teacher. "And you can take her out, then."
"Right," the indigo man sighed.
With a supporting squeeze to the other's shoulder, Hank left Kurt to check on Deimos.

Unfortunately for the teen, Cassie got there first.

"Look how handsome you are!" the assistant squealed, not even trying to resist her urge to pinch Deimos's cheeks.
Deimos flinched, trying to step back and wave her off as he growled, "Leave me alone, damn Moth."
"No way, you are /adorable/!" Cassie was able to stop herself from mussing the poor kid's hair. "So, where's your date?"





"Don't have one, obviously," he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Can't wait until next month. Don't have to deal with these people anymore."
"Hm?" Cassie tipped her head in confusion, not insulted in the least. "But... Holly's staying, isn't she?"
"Yeah, but now I don't have to be bothered by her classmates who want to bitch at me for being here."
The woman frowned, "Do they really still do that?"
Deimos shrugged, "They don't really since everyone has been freaking over tests. I'm not that important to them."





"Well, forget them. The staff loves you. And soon you'll be one of us." Cassie smiled up at the teen, "Then you can lord your power over everyone below you! It's the best part."
Deimos rolled his eyes, "Only Lucille is working here. I still have no voluntary wish to be here."
"Oh, come on. If you're here anyway you might as well be one of us." She looked around them, appreciating the party. "It's no fun being stuck here are not being part of things like this."
"I only came because Blue asked me to," the teen replied gruffly. "He thinks I would regret it if I never came."
"I know Holly will," Cassie commented absent mindedly.





Deimos' eyes flickered around and noticed Kurt with the other chaperones. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint everybody."
"Oh, no, I didn't mean!" Cassie blurted when she realized her mistake. "That is, well... you didn't disappoint Hank. And I'm glad you're here," she smiled. "I didn't think you cared about what Kurt wanted, anyway."
"I don't. Lucille is just gonna get bored anyway."
"Because it's a dance?" she asked.
Deimos wasn't even gonna correct the woman that he was referring to Lucille getting bored of Kurt. He shook his head, "She wouldn't dance with anyone anyway."





"Don't tell me you're going to be the same way."
"Nobody would want to dance with me even if I wasn't going to be the same way."
"Laura might," Cassie glanced around to locate the girl, "if you asked her."
"I don't think she's really the dancing type."
"Don't know if you don't ask," she reminded him in singsong. "And she's done her hair up and everything."






"She probably did it to make Daddy happy."
"Oh, shush." Cassie swatted at Deimos's shoulder. "Like Logan cares what she wore for this."
"Don't dad's love it when their daughter's act like girls?"
"You do know she's not /really/ his daughter, right?"
"Yeah, she told me," Deimos shrugged. "Doesn't mean he doesn't see her that way. And, she definitely sees him like a dad."




"Well, that might explain why she hates me," Cassandra mused.
"She's just..." Deimos paused. "Well, if you want a clear answer you can ask her."
"No, I don't actually care that much," Cassie shrugged. "But if you dance with Laura, will you dance with me?"
"No and no."
Cassie just laughed, "Worth a shot."




"See who?"
"Laura."
"On your four," Cassie nodded, not about to point at the hyperaware girl.
Deimos looked over, and simply replied. "Oh."
Poking Deimos in his side she urged, "Well go on."




Deimos shrugged her off, "No."
"Then why'd you ask?" she smirked.
Deimos shrugged, "You were looking for her."
"Sure, hun. Whatever you say." Cassie reached out and pinched a cheek again, giggling. "Stay away from Willie tonight, okay? You look good, so /dance with someone/. That's what I'm gonna go do."
"Hey, Twin," Laura approached the two, a hand on her hip. Her eyes barely flickered to Cassie before on Deimos.

The young man didn't bat an eye, "What?"

Laura gestured with a bob of her head. "Wanna dance?"

Deimos looked at her, silent and jaw clenched. He knew he couldn't get away without an answer.




"You know what?" Cassie cut in, smiling. "He was /just/ saying how he wanted to ask you to dance. Weren't you?"
Deimos almost sent a glare in Cassie's direction, but knew better as Laura was perceptive. Without a word, the young man gripped her wrist and dragged her out to the dance floor.
Laura could smell that Cassie had lied, but she supposed it didn't matter right now. Dancing wasn't something she had much practice with, but it wasn't hard, kind of like fighting, really. And, thankfully, the music was loud enough that talking wasn't really a problem. But she supposed that was the point of dances.
"Whay did you do?" Hank inquired with a bit of a tease in his tone as he walked up beside Cassiem
"Oh, nothing," the woman grinned. " Laura started it, I just gave them a little push."





Hank smiled, his eyes observing the way Deimos awkwardly moved his body. "It really is a shame that we can't have them both. They both deserve this night."
"Tell me about it,"Cassie sighed. "Kurt must be crushed."
"If only you saw his face," the apeish man sighed as well. "He was so excited. Like a child on Christmas. And, when it finally registered that she wasn't here...she bought a dress, you know? She was looking forward to it."
"Oh, no," Cassie turned her face up towards Hank, "that's heartbreaking. Deimos feels guilty enough as it is that he's here."
"Well, he shouldn't. He's been through a lot this year, and none of his own will. He deserves a night of fun. Whether he realizes it or not."





"Only problem is that he insists on being allergic to fun," Cassie rolled her eyes.
Hank chuckled, "Yes, that's true. But, he didn't say 'no' to the suit when I gave it to him. So, perhapd he will try tonight."
"Well," she nodded her head towards where Deimos and Laura were dancing. "He's not failing, that's for sure." Cassie quickly looked around for Wade. "As long as nothing comes up, anyway."
With a slight grimace, Hank nearly growled, "Yes, let's hope nothing comes up."
"Should someone tell Peter?" she wondered aloud. "Because he can hold Wil's attention indefinitely."



"Are you sure?"
"Eh...." Cassie wobbled a hand back and forth. "He could if he had a reason to."
"Well, perhaps with Logan around he won't start anything."
"Logan was around last time and he did /not care/," Cassandra reminded the doctor. "I think it'll be fine. I told Deimos to just avoid him, but," she shrugged.
"With the last event, Logan wasn't in the same room, though."



"You give Willie way too much credit, Doc. Speaking of Logan...." The woman looked around, twisting a diamond ring about her finger.
Hank eyed the jewelry. He had seen it many times before, but it still made him smile, "That's looks very nice on you, Cassandra."
"Huh? Oh," she blushed, smiling shly. "Thanks... I think so too. It's perfect."
"I hadn't had a chance to say it, but I'm glad you decided to stay."
"So am I.... Dealing with my sister would've /sucked/," Cassie joked, but her eyes held a tender smile.




Before Hank could say anything else, he was distracted by some noise within the crowd. Believing it to be students, he was surprised for just a moment when it came into view that Remy was having a blast and showing off for Rogue.
Following Hank's gaze, Cassie smiled. It was wonderful how much Remy adored her friend. Pulling Hank's attention back for a moment, she asked, "Have you seen Logan?"
"He was discussing something with Jean in the back," Hank gestured to behind the curtain that hung in the background of Forge who was DJ for the night.
"Thanks!" Cass chirped, heading off in Forge's direction.
Meanwhile, Bobby sighed as he sipped some punch. Sometimes with events like these, it made him think back on his youth. Sometimes it was a little overwhelming that so much time passed by.



Peter had managed to escape Wade for the moment - or rather, Wade had let him escape - and came up beside Bobby to grab a drink. "Hey," he greeted the blonde. "You don't look like you're having much fun."
Bobby looked the younger over. It was still hard to wrap his mind over everything that Wade had told him about Parker, and he was nervous as to what exactly Wade told the spider in regards to the blonde himself. Bobby shrugged, "Just brings me back, I guess."
"Don't tell me you're nostalgic for high school," Peter grinned over his cup. "I thought it was supposed to suck for everybody."
The blonde shrugged, "Mine wasn't terrible. Plus, I wasn't so old."
Peter snorted, "Dude, you still aren't old. Why would you say that?"



"I'm four years away from being thirty," was the dry drawl.
"Yeah, four long years," Peter responded with a roll of his eyes. "You don't look it, for what it's worth."
"I didn't feel it either, until I saw all if them," he gestured to the students. "But, thanks anyway."
"Well...." The spider finished his drink, secretly wishing someone had spiked it, and tossed the empty cup in the trashcan beside the table. "Why don't we go somewhere without a bunch of kids? I think there's enough chaperones without you," Peter smirked, "and the crowd is starting to drive me up a wall."
"I wish," Bobby snorted. "But, Logan would have my head if I snuck out."




"Doubt it. He's back there," Peter nodded towards Forge's sound setup and the curtain behind it. "I don't think he'd even notice." He scratched at the back of his neck, wincing slightly. "I'm not staff so it doesn't matter, but I've got to take a break. Being in the middle of a crowd like this throws the spidey sense off, yknow?"
The blonde took a sip before sighing, "Are you gonna let me say 'no'?"
Peter rose a brow, looking at Bobby curiously. "Of course you can say 'no'. What kind of question is that?"
Suddenly seeming sheepish, Bobby shrugged, "Sorry. Just felt like I haven't been able to say 'no' in a long time.
"Wade?"




Again, the blonde shrugged, "I guess. Cassie, Logan; just feels like everyone all the time."
"What's Logan been making you do lately?" He scratched at the back of his neck again, looking irritated. "I- I'm sorry, Drake, but I've gotta get out of here for a minute."
Iceman placed his cup down, "If you aren't feeling well, I can accompany you."
"I don't want to get you in trouble or anything," Peter shook his head. "Especially if the old man's been riding your ass or whatever."
"I won't get in trouble," Bobby insisted. "As a chaperone, it's my job to make sure everyone is fine."




Hand still on the back of his neck, the brunette smiled at Bobby. "Thanks. I just need a breather." He looked to his right, spotting Deadpool who was regaling a few female students with stories of jobs he'd done. "Let me just tell Wade I'm stepping out so he doesn't freak out later."
A little anxious at the prospect of Wade knowing his location, the blonde replied, "He'll be fine. We'll be back in before he even notices. He's got a lot of showing off to do in here."
Peter shrugged. "If he causes a scene, I'm blaming you," he smirked over his shoulder at the blonde, heading for a side door.
"Go ahead," the blonde snorted as he followed the brunette out. "I'll just blame you right back."
"Oh, sure, blame the new kid," the spider joked. Peter sighed when the door finally closed behind them and walked a few feet into the grass.




Iceman followed diligently, "You gonna be okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, fine," Peter brushed off the other's concerns. "I mean, not that I dragged you out here for no reason, I'm just meant to be /above/ crowds, not in the middle of them."
Hands on his hips, Bobby replied, "Would this be a bad time for a superiority complex joke?:
Spidey sense backing off, Peter laughed. "Only if I can make a joke about you being 'too cool' for everybody."
The blonde grinned, "Then we are on equal footing of the bad joke variety."





"I am the /king/ of bad jokes. Bring it on, Drake," Peter challenged with a smirk.
Iceman shook his head as he raised his hands defensively, "Hey, I'm all out of ammo right now. Still in chaperone mode, Parker."
"I /guess/ I'll spare you, then," he grinned.
"Thank you," Bobby gave a playful bow, "Your Majesty."
"Hey, I thought you were the ice queen here."




"But, you said you were the king of bad jokes," the blonde winked.
Peter clutched a hand over his chest like he'd been wounded. "Ah, you've got me."
Iceman chuckled, "You aren't half bad, Parker."
"You thought I would be?" Peter grinned, brows raised.
"Well, we never really got a chance to just relax before," Bobby shrugged.

"Ugh, I know. Saving the world, such a pain, right?" the brunette joked. "Don't tell anyone Spiderman said that."

"Don't worry, Iceman won't tell a soul."
"And what about Robert Drake?"
Bobby simply made a gesture of zipping up his lips.
"Thanks," Peter winked. "So, what have Cassie and Logan been forcing you into lately?"
"Don't wanna talk about Cassie," Bobby ran a hand through blonde hair. "Logan is the boss so I don't have a choice in anything. Classes, tests, chaperoning, etc."





"I could never be a teacher," Peter shook his head. "I don't know how you guys do it."
The blonde shook his head, "I enjoy math, and showing kids how to do it. Growing up here, it's like a family. For some it is easy to leave. For others..."
"That's great, though. That you like what you do. And like the people you're with." His brows came together, "Kinda sounds like you don't think that, though."
"Well," Bobbh rubbed the back of his neck, "it's just like any othet family. Sometimes you just want to be left alone."
Peter suddenly felt a little guilty, having an entire floor to himself in the Stark Tower. "This place does seem like it gets a little... cramped."





"It's fine, though," Bobby insisted.
"Even when Wade comes around to fuck things up?" he chuckled.
Crossing his arms the blonde shook his head, "He isn't part of the family, and...he's a frustrating son of a bitch. I can't tell if he's ruined me or what."
"Ruined you?" Peter's eyebrows raised. He knew exactly what Bobby was talking about, but he was going to pretend like he didn't.
Bobby knew that Parker would understand what he was talking about, but he really did not want to go into details. "I just think so differently now," the blonde scratched at the side of his chin. "I've tried to be more openminded about it, but sometimes I'm resentful. Sometimes I feel like I was forced and never really had a choice."






"Were you? Forced?" Peter was 99% certain that Wade wouldn't do something like that, but you could never be completely sure about anything when it came to Deadpool. "Because I could probably web him up and throw him in a river and nobody would care."
Bobby sighed, "I don't know. Coerced, definitely. But...when I think about it, if I really didn't want to, I could just freeze over and...well, nothing would happen, but another part of me says he takes advantage while I'm not thinking straight."
"Oh, yeah, definitely," the spider nodded, not sounding particularly concerned or upset. "He, like, tricks you into shit." Peter looked up at the stars, absent-mindedly locating constellations. He smirked, "And the worst part is you keep falling for it."
The blonde snorted apathetically, "Yeah."
Since they were alone and there was probably a hundred percent chance that the brunette would have Bobby's dick up his ass later that night, Peter decided to ignore his light blush and mention, "It's probably easier for you, but you know you wouldn't even have to freeze, right? He respects the stoplight system, or whatever you use."



A maroon color entered the Iceman's cheeks, "Yeah, I know, but the problem is...I never do."
"Me, either," Peter snorted, toeing the grass. "When people talk about Deadpool driving them crazy they don't mean it like this, huh?"
"I think I would feel worse about this if there was a string of people like us," Bobby crossed his arms in front of his chest as if to protect himself.
"Why's that?"
"Because...I would feel cheap."





Man, Bobby was not going to like hearing about Wade's 'harem' goal. But Peter understood the feeling. "Yeah.... You're not though," he told the blonde, cheekings heating slightly. He felt dumb talking like this. "I mean, he really likes you."
"I feel like it's just as a plaything and that is exactly what I told him I wouldn't be before I got into this mess."
"No, Drake," Peter smirked slightly, "he /really/ likes you."
Bobby rose a brow over at Peter, a little wary, "So, he's, what, polyamorous?"
The other just shrugged, "I guess. Never really bothered asking. I'm not exactly trying to date the guy."





"Neither am I," the blonde agreed. "I told him I'll still be on the lookout for a woman I can settle down with."
"You're into girls?" Peter sounded mildly surprised.
Bobby reflected the younger's surprise, "Are you not?"
"I am, I just thought... Well, I don't know what I thought," he shrugged, smile slightly sheepish.
Palm slapping against his face, the Iceman sighed as he crouched down in the grass. "Why does everyone think I'm gay?"





Peter laughed loudly, "I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean it like that."
A pout was directed in Peter's direction. "I...might not be straight, but I'm not gay either. I just never...saw a man like...with what Wade does."
"Messes with your head, doesn't it?" Peter sat himself in the grass beside Bobby, glad that he'd refused to dress up. He was seated just a bit closer to the blonde than a casual friend.
"Yeah, and I don't think he gets it."
"Mm. I think he does it on purpose," the spider disagreed.




"Then, he purposely doesn't get it."
Peter conceded this point with a nod. Maybe it was because he'd been dealing with Wade longer, maybe he had a label he was comfortable with, or maybe he just cared less in general but Parker didn't fully understand Bobby's stress over the issue. Nevertheless, he felt for him. "Something like that." He bumped their shoulders together lightly, shooting Bobby a supportive smile. "You'll figure it out, Drake."
"I hope so," Bobby attempted a smile. "My life was so simple before."
"He really shook you up that much?"
"Yeah," the blonde snorted.

 

[Deer Teeth]

"I'm sorry," Peter sighed, shaking his head. "If you could get him to leave you alone permanently, would you?" he wondered aloud, not actually have a way to do such a thing.
Bobby shrugged, "I dunno."
He rested his chin on arms atop bent knees. "I wouldn't," Peter answered his own question. "Not now, anyway."
"Do you like him?" Bobby inquired.
"Like as a dom, or?"




"In general," the blonde shrugged, feeling a bit uncomfortable at how easy Peter brought up the actual sex aspect of his relationship with Deadpool.
"In general, yeah. I like him," Peter nodded. "He can get annoying as fuck sometimes, but you probably know that," he smiled.
Bobby nodded silently.
"Do you like him?" The spider asked, anticipating a negative answer.
"Dunno," the Iceman replied. "He never bothered me all that much, and for some reason after all these years he decided to pay attention to me. Not to mention he's sexually harrassed our students."


"He what?"
"He's groped a student," the blonde sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Like, an /actual/ student?" Peter checked, sounding incredulous.
Technically, Deimos wasn't a student, but Deimos and Holly were the same body. So, anything done to Deimos was forced onto Holly as well. "Yeah."
"And Logan didn't rip his guts out?"



"It is a very long story. But, don't think that wasn't Logan's first instinct."
"And they invite him back here even after that," Peter shook his head in disbelief.
"Trust me, there are a lot of people who are unhappy with it."
"You've just got to be thrilled," the brunette said sarcastically.
"Overjoyed," Bobby barked a laugh.



Peter patted Bobby on the back in comfort. "It gets better," he teased.
"Tell that to the kid he groped."
"Poor kid," the brunette sighed, definitely not teasing anymore. "Hope they're not scarred for life or something."
"Yeah...I'll tell you one thing, though. Wade better watch out for Hank. The kid he groped has been...well, sorta Hank's special project. The kid hates it here, but his situation doesn't really leave him with much choice. The other students can't stand him and he's been violent in the past with teachers. Hank is the only one who has his full trust and can sibdue him. Like some kinda pseudo-dad, or something. Hank is more than willing to go apeshit on Wilson's ass."
"Oh, great, yeah. Beast versus Deadpool. Because /that/ wouldn't turn into an absolute shit show." Peter shook his head, imagining the destruction if Wade had an excuse to go all-out. "It's good Hank's there for the kid, though."




"Yeah, the kid needs someone in his corner. Might at as well be the all wise Henry McCoy."
"All-wise and seriously powerful," Spiderman agreed.
Bobby chuckled, "And, as cuddly as a teddy bear."
"That's the Wizard of Oz, right?" Peter joked with a snort. "Wise, powerful, and cuddly?"
A smile quirking his lips, the blonde nodded, "Sounds about right."



There was a moment of silence between the two before Peter spoke up, "You know you don't have to hang out with me all night, since all your friends are in there." He nodded towards the building. "I'm probably not going back, not for very long anyway."
Bobby shrugged, "I'm fine out here. I mean, I wasn't really all that into the mood for this tonight anyway." He sheepishly glanced over at Peter, "Unless you want me gone."
"Don't worry about me," the brunette smiled. "I appreciate the company."
"Actually," Bobby stood up and patted down his pants, "wanna just head to my room? It will be quiet in the mansion and I have some booze hidden in the back of my fridge."
"Thank God /somebody/ does!" Peter grinned, standing up and brushing off his butt. "That sounds great."



"Awesome," the blonde beamed, "right this way." He gestured for the other to follow as he made for the direction of his room.
Peter followed happily, taking in the mansion once they got inside. "I always forget what this places looks like," he mentioned. "And it's always bigger than I remember."
"I think it's just bigger right now because it's so empty," Bobby insisted as they turned a corner.
"That would make sense." Thinking about how empty and sometimes lonely the Tower got, Peter said, "I can see how you'd like it here."
Bobby shrugged, "It's better than staying at home with my parents for the rest of my life. Besides, being an X-man is easier when I live in the center of it. I could never not be an X-man."



Peter smiled. Wade was right, this kid IS adorable. "Yeah, I could never give this up."
"You should talk to Xavier. Maybe you would like it here better than as an Avenger." Bobby slowed in front of a door, hand on the knob and key sliding in. He twisted his wrist and with a gentle push the door was open. "After you."
"Maybe," the spider agreed with a playful bow before stepping inside. "But again, I could never be a teacher. And then neither of us would get a break from Wade."
Bobby followed in, locking the door behind him. "It's whatever you want, man," the blonde walked over to his fridge as he gestured to Peter to sit at his bed.
Peter hopped onto the blonde's bed, bouncing, and toed his shoes off. He held a hand up to be thrown whatever Bobby was getting out. "I might talk to Logan about it."




Reaching into the back, Bobby was quick with picking out two cans. He kicked the fridge door close before gently tossing the spidet one. Kicking off his shoes as he stepped closer to his bed, the blonde sat beside the other and punctuered the can, "He would definitely prefer you over Wade. Xavier thinks that Deadpool would be a good addition."
"Then he's nuts," Peter popped open the can and took a long swig. "Wade's amazing at what he does, but he's not exactly a team player."
"Ain't that the truth," Bobby sipped at the beer. He sat it in his lap, looking at it as his nail picked at the tab, "Hey, could I...ask something?"
"Shoot, man."
"Do you..." the blonde blushed, "do you like what Wade does to you?"




Peter blushed, but his smartass attitude didn't diminish. "If I didn't, I wouldn't keep letting him do it."
"You don't think he ever goes too far?"
"I mean, he definitely pushes it sometimes. But, you know...." He paused for a gulp a beer. "Never gave me something I can't handle."
"And," Bobby was starting to feel a bit intrusive but could Peter blame him? "How do you feel knowing that...everyone knows what kind of relationship you two have?"
"I could do without that," the brunette admitted. "Luckily for me, the Avengers don't listen to a single word out of his mouth."


Sipping once more at his beer, Bobby pushed, "Have you ever topped him?"
"Yeah, once or twice. Wasn't too into it." Peter had turned a nice shade of pink, but was open to Bobby's probbing questions. "You were though, right?"
Ears pink, the blonde nodded. "Yeah, I think I did...pretty well...I like it more than being on the bottom."
Peter chuckled, willing to push the blonde's comfort in conversation, "Wade said you choked him."
"He's pissed me off," Bobby grumbled. "Can you blame me?"



Peter just snorted, taking a drink. "You know he's into that, right?"
"Still makes me feel better." Then, Bobby grinned, "He hates my ice, though."
"Wait, wait." Peter motioned to one of Bobby's hands. "I don't think I've ever actually seen it. Could you?"
With a shrug, Bobby held out a palm and instantly a puff of ice flew up and created a small rose head.
"No, I mean you. That's really cool, though."




"Oh," Bobby froze the tips of his fingers all the way down to his elbow.
"Wow," Peter breathed, leaning over to get a good look. "Can I... touch?"
Bobby shrugged, "Sure."
Hesitantly, the spider reached out and touched the other's arm. He jerked his hand back instantly with a quiet laugh before trying to touch the man again. "Holy shit that's cold," he chuckled, wrapping his fingers around Bobby's wrist for as long as he could bear.




Bobby snorted and smirked, "I can go colder."
"Seriously?" Peter looked excited, letting go of the blonde's arm. "Do it!"
Chuckling, Bobby froze completely over. The temp in the room chilling by a degree.
"Woah," Peter grinned. "Even your hair? Would you hate me if I said that was 'seriously cool'?"
"Nah," Bobby was beaming. "You're given some allowances."




Peter reached out once again, touching Bobby's upper arm before pulling his hand back with a hiss. "Jesus, that's cold!" he exclaimed dumbly, shoving his hand between his thighs to warm it up.
Laughing, Bobby undid his ice attire and replied, "Yeah. Whenever Wade really pisses me off I do this."
"Wish I could do that," Peter grumbled playfully, hand still stinging. "No wonder he hates it, that shit /hurts/. And it's awesome."
"Thanks," Bobby took a sip from his drink.
Peter pulled his hand out from between his thighs, flexing his chilly fingers. "Yeah, man."




Bobby rose a blonde brow, "I would try to warm you up, but my skills don't exactly work that way."
He chuckled, taking a drink. "You're setting me up to sound like Wade, don't do that to me."
Bobby nearly choked on his drink before lightly tapping his fingers against the younger's forehead, "Get your mind out of the gutter."
Peter snorted, shaking his head. "I'm twenty, the gutter is where my mind lives."
"That's cute," Bobby teased before sneaking another sip.




"What? How? Is not," Peter rolled his eyes. He was used to being called cute by Wade, but not by anyone else. Dorky, maybe.
Bobby gave a playful shove to the other, "You're just making me feel old, is all. Being all twenty and shit."
Peter scoffed, pushing his shoulder into the other. "Trade places?" he offered. "I still get mistaken for being seventeen. It sucks."
"Just take it in while you can, kid. You'll miss it soon enough."
"Oh come on," Peter punched Bobby in the shoulder lightly. "I'm not a kid, don't give me that."



Bobby raised his hands up defensively, "You got it, kid."
"I swear you're setting me up for gross comebacks," Peter laughed, playfully trying to swat the back of Bobby's head.
Bobby stuck his tongue, "Maybe you're setting me to set you up for gross comebacks."
"Am not!" Peter shoved the blonde before sucking down the rest of his beer.
"Sure," the blonde quirked his brows before finishing his can as well.



"You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?"
"Say what?"
"'I'm not a kid, and I can prove it'," Peter mocked, puffing his chest out.
"Prove it how, big boy?"
"'Big boy'? Kinky," the spider winked.


With a roll of his eyes, the blonde murmured teasingly, "Doing real well on proving me wrong, Champ."
"Now you're /really/ starting to sound like an old man," Peter chuckled.
The blonde gave the younger a light jab in the side, "I could call you a whippersnapper."
"Ooh, old men are just sooo sexy," he rolled his eyes, smacking the blonde's hand away.
"You're fucking Wade Wilson. He is a lot older than I am."



"Yeah, but he doesn't call me 'whippersnapper'," Peter reminded the blonde, giving him a light shove.
"Not yet," Iceman teased, standing up and reaching for Peter's empty can.
"The second he starts he's getting thrown out on his ass," Peter joked, handing Bobby the beer can.
"So, would you be willing to find another sugar daddy?" The blonde inquired as he tossed the cans and sat back down beside the brunette.
"Is that an offer?" he laughed.

 

[Deer Teeth]

Raising a blonde brow, Bobby snorted, "You want it to be?"
"I'm good," Peter held up both hands. "Getting spoiled is weird, honestly."
"Good, cause I don't have the money that Wade has."
The spider shook his head. "Please. Like I need that." He held up an arm, a nice looking watch on his wrist. "This thing cost so much I can't even say it out loud. And Wade just keeps buying me more. I hate it. Who needs fifteen watches?"
"Wow, that's insane," Bobby whistled low.



"That's not even the worst. There's a race horse out there named 'Spiderman's True Love'. Guess who owns it."
"Well, you do not have my envy, sir," Bobby sighed as he started to undo his bowtie. "Shit, no point in this."
"You're not going back tonight?" Peter checked. "That bow tie looked cute on you."
Bobby shook his head, "I'll deal with the aftermath. There'll always be one next year." He nearly chucked the tie across the room as he started to unbutton his shirt.
The spider's eyebrows raised. "Oh it's gonna be that kind of night, huh?" he teased.




The blonde looked to the other, shimmying off the material down his shoulders, "What kind of night?"
"Uh," Peter blushed lightly, not prepared to explain his joke, "never mind."
Bobby snorted, standing up again and walking to his hamper. He tossed his shirt in and slipped off his belt as he started to undo his pants.
This time Peter kept his mouth shut, just watching. Unlike him, Bobby had been dressed up and was probably just changing into something more comfortable. It wasn't like he was getting naked for Peter, or anything.
Dropping his pants into the hamper, the iceman walked over to his drawers to pull out a pair of basketball shorts. He slipped them on and once more joined Peter on his bed. He was beaming for some reason as he stretched his arms above his head before falling back and sighing as he hit the mattress.





"Comfy?" Peter smiled, appreciating the blonde's naked torso.
"Yeah," the blonde wiggled into the sheets a little, smiling. "Relaxed and all that shit. I never get this place to myself."
"You're still not alone," the spider reminded him with a cheeky grin.
Iceman looked at the other lazily, "You know what I mean."
"Yeah I do. Man, it is /silent/." With everyone at the dance, it really was unbelievably quiet in the mansion. If Wade was around he'd probably suggest they fill the silence, and Peter smirked at the thought.



"What?" Bobby caught the look on the other's face. "What are you smirking for?"
The brunette shook his head. "Just... Wade's gotten to me. I'm starting to think like him. It's terrifying."
With a sigh, the blonde nodded, "I feel that."
"Which means... you're thinking what I'm thinking."
Almost hesitant, Bobby replied, "Do you want me to be thinking what you're thinking?"





"I... don't know," Peter responded just as hesitantly. "Do you?"
Running a hand through his hair, Bobby sighed, "I never...thought of men the way...we interact with Wade. But...I asked him once...if maybe...you might wanna...you know."
Peter blushed deeply, looking away. "Yeah, I know. He said you want to..."
Bobby didn't move from his spot, "Do you...?"
"Do you?"




"Well, it matters most if you want to."
"Dude." Peter gestured to all of Bobby laid at before him. "Who would say 'no' to this?"
Bobby blushed, "Holy shit."
"What?" the spider blinked at him.
"Nothing, um," blue eyes flickered away for a second before back at Peter. He patted his lap, "Hop on?"



"Uh..." In Peter's mind, the blonde skipped a few steps, but he didn't have any reason to say 'no'. So, with a mental shrug, he moved to straddle Bobby's lap. Hesitantly splaying his fingers over the other's taunt stomach, he tried to joke, "You're not gonna freeze on me, are you?"
Hands flexing, the blonde gripped Peter's thighs, rubbing them gently as he replied, "Nah. I think you're good."
"I've.... I've only ever done this with Wade," Peter admitted, maybe a little nervous, as he trailed fingers around the curves of Bobby's abs.
"Same," Bobby breathed as his fingers slipped through the younger's belt loops.
"Great, so neither of us know what we're doing?" he chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood.




"That's not true," Bobby smiled up. "I have some experience topping and you have some experience on the bottom."
"Yeah," Peter nodded slowly. "More than some, if we're being honest," he gave a cheeky grin.
"Bend down," the blonde insisted. "Lemme kiss you."
His grin grew and he complied obediently. Peter leaned over the blonde, bracing an arm above Bobby's head.
Slowly, Bobby let his lips mesh with Peter's as he dragged his hands up the younger's sides. They stopped at the back of his neck and he sifted his fingers through dark tresses.




A soft hand rested against Bobby's cheek as Peter kissed back eagerly, consciously matching the other's slow pace. For some reason, this gave him butterflies.
The blonde swiped his tongue across Peter's lips, chuckling as he pulled his mouth away, "Take your shirt off."
"You sure move fast," Peter smirked. He kissed and suckled on Bobby's bottom lip as his hands worked to pull his shirt over his head, succeeding after a few seconds.
"Think so?" Bobby queried as he took in the boy's physique. "I think I just want to take my time and touch you."
"Just go easy on the ice," Peter grinned. "Because that sounds fucking fantastic."



A tip frosting over, Bobby reached up and nudged one of Peter's perked buds, "Like this?"
"Hooo! Godthat'scold!" Peter's nails dug into Bobby's chest as his eyes shot open wide. "Heh, yeah like that."
Licking his own lips, Bobby dragged the finger down and hooked under the brunette's waistband.
"Want me to take them off?" he offered.
Bobby shrugged, "Are your nipples sensitive?"



"Why don't you find out?" the brunette smirked.
Slipping his hands about Peter's waist, Bobby hoisted him up and guided him to craw a bit forwards. The blonde instructed the the brunette to come down close so Bobbu could still lie on his back while he suckled one of the rosebuds. His hands went to work on the other's button and zipper, trying to shimmy the material off his hips.
In mere seconds Peter was panting overtop Bobby. One arm still bracing himself, he used his other hand to help the blonde get his jeans off. He silently cursed the skinny jean trend, hips lifting and squirming as he tried to work the clothing off without pulling himself from between Bobby's lips.
Bobby's suckling was teasingly light as he yanked down. The jeans ending at Peter's knees and the younger's underwear caught at his thighs. Fumbling blindly, the blonde searched to the spider's member.



"Fuck, Drake," Peter groaned. He was already rock hard, just from his nipples being played with. "Slow down," he panted.
In response, Bobby slowly tugged on the bud he was teasing with his teeth. His hands coming up to the boy's bare abdomen and sliding down to carress his V.
"Shit," the brunette hissed softly, gritting his teeth. He dragged a hand up to Bobby's chest, finding a nipple and pinching harshly in retaliation.
Bobby's hips twitched as he mewled around the bud in his mouth. He pulled away and arched his back, near pleading, "Again, harder."
"Damn, Drake," Peter grinned, catching his breath. He did as Bobby asked, twisting the peak that was pinched his fingers. "And I thought I was sensitive."



Hips trembling beneath the brunette, Bobby moaned before reaching up and taking the neglected but into his mouth, his suction hard and hastened.
Peter whimpered, settling his hips against Bobby's, holding him still and pressing them both together. His fingernails dug sharply into the blonde's areola as he groaned, feeling the other's heat against his thigh.
Cold hands slipped to cup and squeeze firm cheeks as Bobby ground upwards. Groaning, he gasped around the bud as his fingers spread massaged the young man; just as Wade had done to him countless times.
Jerking away from Bobby's cold touch, Peter forced their hips together without meaning to. He exhaled slowly, repeating the action. Forehead against the mattress, he pressed his lips to Bobby's forehead and braced himself to push back against the blonde's fingers.
A muffled "Under the pillow" slipped from Bobby as he started to roll his hips against Peter's.




The spider slipped started to slip a hand under the pillow above them when a shooting pain lodged itself in the base of his skull. "We... are going to be in so much trouble," he breathed, freezing in place.
"Huh?" was all the blonde could hum as he craned his neck to see what the other was talking about. "Is it empty?"
Peter didn't even have a chance to answer before the door to Bobby's bedroom opened. Wade strolled in casually, a massive grin plastered on his face as he had correctly guessed what his two play toys would be up to. "Petey," he scolded in a teasing tone, "you started without me? Bad boy."
Bobby sighed. Great. He wanted to do this himself. Damn it.

---

The night was getting longer and no one mentioned how one particular chaperone had gone missing. Near the snacks, Hank strolled up to Kurt, inquiring, "How are you tonight, my friend?"
Wade landed a sharp smack on Peter's ass, causing the youngest man to jump and grind himself against Bobby. "Well don't stop on my account, Blondie. You looked like you had him going pretty good."

---

"Honestly?" Kurt sighed. "Disappointed."



Trying not to scowl, Bobby squeezed Peter close and encouraged him, "Go on. Get it." He was starting to have fun with Parker on his own. Damn.

---

Sympathizing, Hank kept a smile, "Is there nothing I can do that will help your mood?"
Blushing hard, Peter was thankful that neither of the men could see his face at the moment. Of course he had known that this was Wade's goal, but now that it was actually happening?

"Listen to him, Petey," the merc purred, sliding a hand over one of the spider's exposed cheeks.

Peter gulped but quickly found the bottle of lube under Bobby's pillow and put it in the blonde's hand.
Bobby swatted Wade's hand before receiving the lubricant. He thanked Peter before asking him, "Take it. Open it and poor it on my palm and fingers."
Wade chuckle at the blonde's attitude, but miraculously remainded quiet.

Peter was also silent as he did what Bobby instructed. He brushed the thumb of his empty hand over the other's nipple, back and forth.
Bobby squirmed, whimpering slightly. He reached back around Peter, spreading a cheek and sliding slicked fingers down the spider's tailbone until they found the puckered flesh, thrusting a finger inside.



Peter gasped, the sharp intake of breath morphing into a strangled whine and his fingers dug into Bobby's ribs. "Jesus, Drake," he hissed, clenching around the blonde's finger as he moved his hips, trying to adjust to the intrusion.

---

"Danke, but I don't zink so." The tailed mutant attempted a smile. "Don't vorry about me, Hank. I am just being selfish." He turned back to watching Laura and Deimos, who had been together all night.
Bobbu chuckled as he wormed his finger about, a second finger teasing the entryway, "Bobby Drake, actually. Jesus Drake is a distant cousin."

---

However, almost like that, Deimos stopped, said something to Laura and parted ways with her, heading out the door. "Oh, dear," Hank frowned. "What is he up to?"
Peter still had the presence of mind to snort a laugh at the blonde's bad joke. He opened his mouth to make a snarky comeback, but merely mewled instead when Wade reached over and pinched a swollen bud.

---

Kurt's expression immitated the other's as he watched the teen leave. "Bazroom?" he suggested.
Slipping the second digit, Bobby clamped his mouth over the other nipple, suckling and suckling, rolling his tongue around and teeth teasing edges.

---

"We'll give him a few minutes," Hank sighed. He was hoping the boy wasn't going to skip out on the last dance.
The spider whined desperately, slowly fucking himself on Bobby's fingers while a hand tangled in blonde hair. His breath was coming hard as Wade rolled the peak between his fingers, the merc's other hand squeezing at his ass, occasionally pulling him wider for Bobby.

---

Kurt nodded, quiet. He was ready for the night to be over. Without Lucille, it just wasn't fun. Not this year.

---

Cassie never did find Logan. Forge had asked if she'd be so kind as to grab him a snack and drink, so of course she did. The rest of the night she'd gotten sidetracked, chatting with students, dancing with Rogue and Kitty, and just having fun. But the kids were starting to get tired and the party was winding down so the woman decided to slip behind the curtain where her fiancé had supposedly been all night.



Bobby rotated his fingers within the brunette. Making a scissoring motion to encourage his anus to loosen. Meanwhile, as Wade held the younger open for him, he slipped his other hand down and slowly started to stroke the young man's erection. Giving several slides of his hand before he pressed a finger hard where the scrotum met the base of the penis and giving a light drop in temperature with his touch.

---

Logan was almost startled by the young woman. He sighed at the sight of her before lighting a cigar. "Hey, Lassie."

"Ah!" The spider bent in on himself, body reflexively trying to fold at the middle. He clenched hard around Bobby's fingers, hole fluttering when it couldn't close. "Cold," Peter whined pathetically, before swallowing and trying to regain control of himself. "Fucking cold," he ground out, voice back to normal.

---

"Hey yourself," the woman smiled easily. "Why've you been hiding all night?" Cassandra purred, sliding up to him.
Smirking, Bobby jabbed his fingers in further and crooked just right to hit that bundle of nerves. He gripped Peter's cock and jerked it once before simultaneously freezing his tips inside the boy and freezing his lips around the bud; keeping his mouth hot for the contrast.

---

Taking a puff of his cigar, the man shrugged, "Just feeling antsy."
Peter came. Suddenly, unexpectedly, and with a flat-out scream, he coated Bobby's stomach in hard spurts.

Wade laughed loudly, looking astounded as he rubbed a soothing hand over the spider boy's back. "Blondie, that was awesome!"

---

"'Bout what?" Cassie inquired, looping an arm around one of Logan's, still flashing the man a killer smile.
Adding a third finger to continue stretching the youngest male in the room, the blonde replied, "At least someone appreciates my talents."

---

Logan sighed, keeping Cassandra close as he grumbled, "These kids are even hornier than last year. It's a cesspool and my sense of smell is going crazy."





"Hell yeah," Wade grinned. He was loving this. "That might've been a new record for you, Petey."

Peter's entire body was trembling as he panted, "Drake, please.... God. I- I need a break."

---

"Gross," Cassie giggled, leaning into him. "But can you really expect any less?"
"I'm gonna break you if I don't do this Parker," Bobby placed a kiss along the brunette's adam's apple. "You don't know this, but I'm bigger than Wade."

---

"All right," Hank sighed. "I should go look for him. Since he isn't back yet..."

---

"I've been back here hoping my cigars could block them out," the wolverine snarled his explanation. "Now, I'm on my last one."
"No, no, no, no," the spider whined, more in reaction to the fingers that continued to prod at his overly sensitive hole than Bobby's words.

"It's true, Petey," Wade smirked, still petting the young man. "And you're gonna look so good impaled on Blondie's thick cock." He leaned down to place gentle kisses along the other's spine. "I've got the best view in the house, too."

---

"Wait." Kurt stood up straighter, tail curling in excitement as a girl came in through the main doors. "Look."

---

"Perfect timing, then. Party's just about over."
"Hey, Parker," Bobby purred up, "think you can lube me up so I can slide in easier?"

---

Dressed in dark blue and hair up in a messy bun, Lucille stepped into the room. Her cheeks were flushed and she was visibly nervous with her arms crossed in front of her.

"Well, I'll be," Hank smiled at the sight.

---

"Not soon enough."
With a shaky inhale, Peter nodded. While Wade reached around to slide off the blonde's shorts, he scooped up his come from Bobby's abdomen with one hand and spread it over the man's prick. The spider expertly worked his fist around Bobby, smoothing his palm over the head every three strokes. He had no doubt been trained by Wade. Despite the involuntary jerks of his body every time he did so, Peter started to press back against Bobby's fingers, meeting every thrust.

---

Kurt's grin was huge. He wanted to port over and scoop Lucille up in his arms, but he knew he couldn't. Not taking golden eyes off of her, he asked Hank, "Do you zink I vould be breaking ze rules if I danced with her?"

---

"Oh, shush," Cassie teased, giving his arm a squeeze. "Would I be able to take your mind off it?"




Bobby mewled, adding a fourtb finger and bidding the other, "Kiss me, Parker."

---

"Undountedly," Hank replied, but he knew what to do. He placed a hand on Kurt's shoulder, "Just wait one moment my friend." And, the beast made his way to the curtain where he knew the headmaster was hiding. Peeking through, he noticed Cassie and called out as he approached them, "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"
Peter obliged, dipping his head to claim the blonde's lips and kissing him softly, a surprise considering how desperately he was fucking himself onto Bobby's fingers.

"Hey, Blondie, dare ya to fit your whole hand in," Wade smirked and he removed Peter's pants and boxers completely.

---

Logan just grunted in response.

Cassie, however, gave Beast a welcoming smile. "Not at all. I was just trying to get this sour puss on the dance floor."
Iceman meshed his mouth with the spider's. He hummed, "You taste so good, Pete." Ignoring Wade, he retracted his fingers and curled his knees to give Peter better support. "Can you sit yourself?" Bobby inquired between kisses.

---

"Actually, the dance floor was what I wanted to talk to Logan about," Hank admitted. "Ms. Riggs has joined us and...seeing as she has practically graduated and the last month is just a formality, would you be willing to allow Kurt to share the last dance with her?"
Peter whimpered but nodded, "Yeah." He pushed himself with one arm to sit up, other hand around Bobby to line him up. "Can I?" he breathed.

---

Cassie gasped excitedly, squeezing Logan's arm. "Now way! Oh, you have to let them," she begged.

The headmaster only hesitated for a moment before bobbing his head once. "Yeah, fine."
Bobby nodded, licking his lips, "Do it, Pete."

---

Hank beamed, "Than-"

However, he was interrupted by an indigo spy. Kurt had followed him and rejoiced at the answer. He ran up to Logan, wrapping his arms about his friend and placing a chaste kiss to his cheek, "Danke schön, mein fruende." And, Kurt ported out to the dance floor, just in time for Forge to introduce the last dance.





Biting his lip, Peter inched himself down until Bobby had breeched him and then stilled. Hands on the blonde's chest, he forced him self down at an excruciatingly slow pace, breathing hard with the effort.

Wade was kneeling on the floor at the end on the bed, his hands spreading Peter's cheeks as far as he could. "You look amazing like this, Petey," the merc murmured, taking in the sight before him with wide eyes.

---

Hank laughed heartily, not only at Kurt's reaction but also at the face Logan made at the unexpected affection. He also thanked the Headmaster before slipping back out, going to look for Ororo.

Cassie bounced on the balls of her feet, heels clicking against the floor, as she clung to her fiancé. "Will you come dance with me, Logan?" she asked hopefully.
Bobby rolled his hips, one hand bracing himself as he sat up against an elbow, and the other working Peter's purpling member. "Feels different than Wade's, doesn't it?"

---

Hank and Ororo were elated to see their friend dancing with his would-be lover. Despite the stares they received from the students around them. Looking closely enough, Lucille was actually crying into Kurt's chest, and he held her close as they slowly stepped side to side to the music.

Logan sighed, taking two quick puffs of his cigar before finding a place to put it out. "I guess, but you owe me."
Peter nodded, eyes closing tightly.

"Answer him, baby," came Wade's muffled voice as he kissed at the base of the spider's spine.

"Yeah," the youngest man whimpered, experimentally lifting up just a bit then lowering himself back down. "Bigger. Kind of hurts...."

---

Laura watched her sort-of friend from the sidelines. It was weird, having Deimos so his sister could show up. But she was fine giving up her dance partner so Lucille could have her own time. Jean would probably call that "empathy" or something else dumb.

"You looking amazing tonight," Kurt murmured to the young woman in his arms.


"/I/ owe /you/?" Cassie chuckled. "Excuse you, I think I'm entitled to this."
"Want me to numb it?" the blonde inquired as he sat up further, rubbing Peter's hip bones and nipped at a bud on his chest.

---

Lucille sniffled, pulling back with tears in her eyes, "Danke schön, Leibe." She smiled as she slipped out a laugh, her hand playing lightly with the fuzz on his chin, "I think you look better."

"You're entitled to this," Logan replied before taking Cassie's lips with his own. His tongue slipping in for just a moment before pulling back. "But, me out there is a special gift. Got it?"
"No!" Peter's eyes shot open. "Don't you dare, Drake," was he empty threat. Wade's quiet laughter could heard behind the two.

---

"Unmöglich," Kurt shook his head. A finger gently wiped her tears away. "I'm so happy you made it."


"Because you love me?" Cassie asked the rhetorical question teasingly, pulling on Logan's hand as she walked backwards towards the curtain that separated them from the rest of the party.

 

[Deer Teeth]

Bobby chuckled before freezing his lips once more and encasing them around the nipple he grazed, his hot tongue fiddling with the pointed tip as he thrusted upwards.

---

"Me, too," Lucille's eyes were teary. "Deimos...he...he went to sleep for me."

Placing a kiss on her forehead, Logan hummed, "Because I fucking love you."
Moaning softly, Peter cupped the back of Bobby's head in one hand, encouraging the blonde to stay at his breast, as the other hand rested on Bobby's shoulder to help stable himself. Slowly becoming more comfortable with the stretch in his ass - the unbelievable stimulation to his nipples definitely helping - Peter rose up again, this time til just the tip was inside, and slowly sank back down with another breathy moan.

Wade, who had been worshiping the spider's plump cheeks, took this opportunity to get a taste of the underside of Bobby's dick as it was revealed to him. Licking and sucking, he hummed into the shaft before quickly pulling away as Peter came back down.

---

"I owe him ze biggest 'zank you', zen." Kurt didn't dare kiss her, not in front of this crowd, but damn if he wasn't dying to do just that. Especially if it would dry her eyes. Lucille's tears, even if they were from happiness, would always break his heart.


Cassandra beamed, stilling for a moment to place a kiss to his cheek. "Good." She'd say 'thank you' /after/ the dance she deserved. The woman continued to urge Logan forward until they were at the edge of the dance floor.
Bobby's hips jerked. He moaned around Peter's flesh and was so surprised that his teeth cut the sensitive bud and drew up blood. The blonde gave a sorry lap of his tongue before placing a frozen kiss to it, then slowly took those lips to plant more chilling touches all across Peter's chest.

---

Lucille smiled before wrapping her arms tightly around Kurt. She sniffled, her shoulders shaking and suddenly she was brought back to when he first held her like this in the beginning of the school year. So much has happened since then, it made her heart clench as she sighed, and squeezed him tight.

Logan looked to Cassandra. Not quite sure how he should go about this. Be simply held out a hand and waited for her to make the first move.
Peter yelped at the surprising pain, but didn't complain. Instead, he repeated his previous action, rising up slowly before coming down harder and faster this time.

Wade also repeated himself, slurping eagerly at the prick in front of him. Hands on Peter's hips, Wade guided the brunette to grind his hips in small circles into Bobby's, licking and nipping at Peter's tight ring of muscle.

---

Arms around her, Kurt gave in and pressed his lips to the top of her head. "Please don't cry," he begged her softly. "I vant you to be happy. Especially now."

She smiled at his awkwardness, something the wolverine was usually not, and took his hand, leading them both onto the dance floor. Cassie pressed up against him, placing Logan's hands on her hips before moving her own, one hand on the side of his neck and the other resting lightly on his chest. "Don't tell me you don't know how to dance," she murmured.
"Oh, shit," the blonde hissed, pressing his forehead into Peter's collarbone. "Damn."

---

"I am," Holly whispered. "I'm....so....so, very happy. I can't stand it."

Logan rose a teasing brow, "Do you think I practice in the Danger Room?"



"You like that, Blondie?" Wade chuckled, pulling back. He swiped two fingers through the lube leaking from Peter and moved to press the tip of one against Bobby's ignored hole.

---

"Zat's how you should be all ze time," Kurt smiled.

Cassie giggled, rolling her eyes at the man. "You've had enough time to learn," she said, using her body to urge Logan to move to the slow music.
Bobby's hips jerked, "Wade don't." He huffed into Peter's skin, watching the flushed skin gain moisture from the spider's activity.

---

Smiling up at him, eyes watery, the teen inquired, "Are you happy?"

Allowing himself to sway, the wolverine replied, "Sorry I didn't think to fit it in between fighting for my life and becoming a school principal."
Gasping in response to Bobby's movement, Peter gripped his shoulder harder. He lifted up again, this time being stalled by one of Wade's hands under him. The merc attacked Bobby's exposed member with open-mouthed kisses and kitten licks, his finger still pressing lightly at the blonde's open, just teasing. He kept it up until Peter started to whimper, then Wade moved to kiss the inside of Bobby's thighs and let the spider slam himself back down with a strangled moan.

---

"Unbelievable so," Kurt assured her. "I vasn't, until I saw you."

Cassie laughed softly, eyes shining. "I don't mind," she said softly, still making fun of him as she leaned up to press their lips together momentarily. "You do just fine."
A dry groan slipped past Bobby's lips. His spine tingling. He reached up, gripping Peter by the back of his head and chin and smashing their mouths together. He hummed, whined, and purred. He came. Backs of his eyes flashing but he was still rock hard as his hips and thighs twitched.

---

Cheeks flushed a dark red, Lucille placed a kiss to his cheek and whispered, "I never want to let you go, Kurt."

"Damm straight," Logan huffed before kissing her back.
Peter broke their kiss to release a loud, shaking moan as he was filled with Bobby's heat. Sucking in a sharp breathe, his own lips found Bobby's again as he eagerly bounced in the blonde's lap, the come in his ass making a vulgar squelching sound.

Wade lapped happily at the mess that dripped out of the brunette, his hands massaging Bobby's thighs.

---

"Soon you von't have to," the indigo man sighed, arm around Lucille tightening. "Und I'd never let you leave."

She touched their foreheads together, eyes closing as they swayed and turned slowly. "Thank you."





Bobby wanted to fall back listlessly, but he couldn't with Peter's hold on him. He lazily matched the other, their mouths meshing and tongues meeting. His knees ached as his body was tense, his erection screaming. His hands slid down to furiously rub and tweak at the spider's nipples.

---

Resting her head on his chest, Lucille urged, "Could I spend the night? Just this once before I graduate?"

Logan snorted, "I would say 'anything for you', but that wouldn't be good for my sanity."
Peter whimpered and mewled into the blonde's mouth. He worked his hips at a punishing pace but his second orgasm stayed just out of reach. Until, that is, Wade's hand on his back forced Bobby to the mattress and Peter flat against the blonde. The spider's erection the blonde's hands were trapped between his and Bobby's bodies, the friction delicious. "Talk to him, Blondie," Wade prompted. "Tell him what you want." He knew exactly what to do to wrench Peter's orgasm out of him, but knew Bobby wanted this one for himself.

---

Kurt sighed sadly, a three fingered hand on Lucille's bare skin between her dress strapes. "I vish you could. You know I do. But...." He shook his head. "Ve can't."

"It's okay. I already know it's true," Cassie smiled cheekily, touching her nose to Logan's.
Bobby wasn't sure just what Wade was after. But, if he had to think about what he wanted... "Pete," be huffed the young man's name. "Want you to come. Come and make your ass squeeze me. I wanna fuck you harder while you completely lose yourself."

---

"But," the teen glanced up, "I..." she buried her face back into his chest, "Is it so bad that I want to be covered in your scent?"

"Brat," Logan smirked, kissing her once more then pulling back to spin her.
Peter keened, burying his face in Bobby's shoulder as he came even harder than the first time. With each panted breath, he whimpered desperately as he shook with the waves that washed over him.

Wade peppered the brunette's back with loving kisses as his hands under the man's thighs forced him to literally ride it out.

---

Kurt flushed, fur standing up as his tail brushed Lucille's leg over her dress. "Nein. I... vould love zat. More than you know," he chuckled. "Aber, I von't jeopardize your education just to spend a night vith you a monz early. No matter how much I vant to."

Cassie laughed brightly, twirling on her toes before being pulled back into Logan's arms.

"Now, when was the last time you saw either of them like that?" Hank asked Ororo with a gruff chuckle, shaking his head.
"Shit," Bobby groaned, his hips thrusting to slap against the bottom of Peter's ass and thighs. "Gonna come again. Gonna fill you up, Pete."

---

Remembering something that Cassie taught her - Cassie insisted that she did not speak German, just knew some cute phrases - Lucille looked up into Kurt's eyes and said with a glow, "Ich möchte Sie mich in der Nacht zu berühren."

Ororo chuckled as well, "I know what you mean, Hank. This year has definitely been hectic. It's good that we get chances like this to appreciate the ones we love."





"You want that, Petey?" Wade hummed in the brunette's ear, not letting the other relax as he continued to forced-fuck him onto the blonde. "You wanna be full of Bobby's come?" he taunted. "Belly swollen, ass aching?"

"Yeeeess," Peter whined into the blonde's shoulder. "Fuck! Bobby, please!" he begged, starting to resemble the wanton whore Wade bragged about. "Come in me; don't stop."

---

Kurt turned positively violet, freezing in place. "Va-? W-who... How do you know a phrase like sat?"

"Hectic is one word for it," Hank agreed. "It definitely feels good to see them all happy."
Bobby whimpered. He was close. Just a little more, "A little more Pete. Beg me, Petey. Tell me everything you want."

---

Suddenly seeming insecure, Holly answered, "Cassie. She said it meant, 'I want to fall asleep in your embrace'."

"And, you, Dr. McCoy?" the woman looked over. "Are you happy?"
"Ooh, fuck," Peter moaned as Wade angled his hips just right. "Bobby... Bobby. Please. I want-... I want it! I want your come in my ass, all of it. Fill me up, I wanna be so full I can taste you."

"Good boy, Petey. Keep talking, tell him what you really want," Wade encouraged in between licking the sweat from the man's back.

And Peter did. Filter gone, he couldn't stop himself. "Fuck, Bobby, I want you to use me! Em-empty everything into me," he panted. "Mark me. Make me your slut. Fuck out my brains and fill me back up with your come!"

---

After a horrible second of silence, Kurt started laughing, his head falling onto Lucille's shoulder. "Es tut mir leid," he apologized. "It seems Cassie has... mistranslated. Zat is very sweet of you, aber please only say it in English for now."

"Very," Hank nodded with a smile. Sure, he was lonely on occasion, but he loved his job and his X-Men family. "You, Ororo?"
With a heavy groan, Bobby fought against Wade's grip on Peter and forced the younger to swallow him whole just before he shot into him. He cursed, chest heaving as he lost himself in the sensation.

---

Enjoying his touch, Lucille reached a hand into his hair. The soft curls were sweet on her fingertips, and she wanted nothing more than to stay like this, "Ich will dich für immer zu berühren."

Ororo nodded, "I miss T'Challa, but he knows this is where I'm needed."
Peter wailed, clawing at Bobby's front as he came for a third time, even though he had nothing left to give.

Wade let the brunette's hips still for the moment, but he didn't stop showering the young man's back in soft kisses and greedy licks.

---

Kurt smiled into her neck. "Don't let Herr Logan here you say zat just yet," he warned Lucille. "But I feel ze same vay."

"I'm sure," Hank smiled gently. "And we definitely do need you here. You should invite him by more often."






The bed beneath Bobby froze, the blonde sighed out pleasantly and he gasped for air. Intense, this was all so intense, and it felt amazing.

---

"Then," Holly giggled at his breath on her skin, "can I spend the night? If you feel the same?"

Ororo sighed, "Perhaps. He doesn't like to stay away from his kingdom for too long. And, he is very stubborn."
Peter was so gone that he didn't even register the chilling bed. He laid on Bobby's chest, boneless and glassy-eyed, mewling every so often as he trembled.

"Hey, Blondie, knock it off," Wade smirked, shoving a newly slicked finger into Bobby's quivering hole. "You're freezing my shins off."

---

Kurt closed his eyes tightly; he had to be strong. "Hol-Lucille, you know ve cannot."

"That must be difficult," the doctor sympathized. "Are you going to see him this summer?"
Bobby jumped, a leg curling to instinctively give the other man room for his target. "Shit," the blonde hissed. "Don't."

---

"Then, just for a little bit? An hour?"

"I talked with him about it, yes," the dark-skinned woman answered.
Peter squeaked when Bobby jostled him, but was otherwise in another world for the time being.

"What's the matter, Blondie?" the merc smirked, angling his fingers. "Feeling a little sensitive?"

---

Kurt's arms tightened around Lucille's waist. "It vouldn't just be an hour," he sighed. "I am not zat strong; I couldn't let you go."

"Good," he smiled. "You deserve it."
"Wade, stop," Bobby pleaded, his fingers going onto Peter's hair, nails digging into his scalp.

---

Lucille sighed when it seemed that her wish wasn't going to come true. "I wish I wasn't wearing this dress right now."




"Make me," he taunted, adding a second finger and twisting his wrist as he thrusted.

Peter whimpered at the pain in his scalp but didn't move or protest.

---

Kurt swallowed. This was getting into dangerous territory. "Vat... vould you razer be wearing?"
"Peter," the blonde huffed. "Off. Get off, Pete." Bobby struggled to get the other off from atop him. He needed to be able to reach Wade and he couldn't like this.


---

"Something not a skirt," Holly replied. "So, it will be easier for your tail to wrap around me. I love it when your tail clings to me."
The youngest whimpered but held tight, fingers digging into the blonde's shoulders and clenching his muscles around the flaccid member inside him. "No."

"Good luck with that, Blondie," Wade chuckled, curling his fingers slightly and dragging them against Bobby's walls.

---

The appendage in question wrapped its tip around the woman's ankle without any thought on Kurt's part. Which was good, because if the man had done it intentionally he might have died from guilt. "Zere isn't much longer to vait," he sighed, as much to assure himself as Lucille.
Bobby cursed, throwing his head back into the mattress, "I can't anymore."


---

And, just then, the song ended and Forge spoke up about how another beautiful year was coming to an end.

"Last chance," Holly said as she stepped from her German teacher. "Not even five minutes?"
"Don't worry, baby," Wade soothed, rubbing circles into the inside of Bobby's thigh as he added another finger. "I won't make you. Not this time. I'd use Petey's ass to get off but he probably not going to give you up for a while," he chuckled.

---

Hands trailing after the young woman, wanting to keep touching her, he glanced around them, a fang digging into his lower lip. No one was paying them any attention anymore, least of all Logan. So he finally gave in. "Von hour," he stipulated, already knowing he wouldn't be able to hold himself to that.



Bobby simply squirmed, biting his lip to keep down the sounds.

---

Lucille beamed and nodded. She had to keep her tongue in check or else she'd make too much noise.
"I wanna hear you, Blondie," Wade breathed squirting some lube onto his palm and slicking himself up. He pushed in, rather quickly for the first time that night, but he kept up his gentle massage of the blonde's thighs as he pushed Bobby's legs up, knees out to the sides and as close to his waist as possible.

---

The two slipped out with the slowly leaving crowd of students. Kurt felt horrible guilty for breaking the rules, but there /was/ only one month left. What could it hurt? And they weren't cleaning up until tomorrow, so it's not like he was ditching his coworkers.
A whimper escaped the blonde, but he was rebellious. He gritted his teeth and clawed as the freezing sheets.

---

Lucille was giggling. It was exciting, thrilling and she was just overjoyed by the whole exlerience.
Wade draped himself over Peter's back, sandwiching the purring brunette between. "I wanna hear you, Blondie," he repeated, "or else I /will/ make you come again."

---

Kurt shushed her, looking just as excited as he took her hand and lead her down a secluded hallway so he could teleport without drawing attention.
The blonde glared up, "Fuck you, Wade." He had to bite back a tidbit of a moan. It felt like the man was was up in his chest it burned so much from his intrusion.

---

Happily obeying, Holly made sure to stay quiet; eager to find herself in Kurt's room.







Wade smirked, "Not quite." He landed a sharp smack to Peter's ass, causing the brunette to jump and flinch, involuntarily clamping down around Bobby.

---

He still had her wrapped in his arms from the dimensional jump, and didn't let go. "May I kiss you?" Kurt asked, golden eyes shining as he gazed down at Lucille.

---

The dance was over, almost all of the students had left, and the music had been put on pause. But Cassie and Logan were still on the dance floor.
Another groan sounded from the blonde, but he refused. He had a bit more sanity to him with Peter here.

---


The teen looked up, smiling before she slipped her arms around his neck and rose on her toes. Pressing her lips to his, she hummed with delight.

---

"Should we tell 'em dat da dance is fin?" Remy chuckled from the sidelines as he had Rogue wrapped in his arms; both more than tired from their hardwork on the dancefloor.
Wade grinned at the blonde's stubbornness, pressing his lips to side of Peter's neck. With every thrust from the merc, the brunette's soft penis rubbed against his and Bobby's washboard stomachs, where it was trapped. The spider was quickly hard again, whimpering quietly.

"No, too much," was the plea in Bobby's ear as the brunette squirmed on his dick, rhythmically squeezing around him like a human milking machine.

---

Kurt was smiling into the young woman's mouth as he kissed her gently, not willing to make it anything more than innocent at the moment. His tail, the naughty thing, stroked Holly's calf through her dress as they held each other close.

---

"Ah think they know," Rogue smiled, leaning into her love. "But we should leave 'em be."

Logan, not that he disliked having Cassie in his arms, expressed the same sentiments as Remy.

"I'm not done with you, James," Cassandra murmured, head resting on his shoulder.
The blonde grunted, and bit the inside of his cheek. With every clench on his slowly hardening member he involuntarily carried that quake through his own ass and his flesh fluttered around Wade as the result.

---

Lucille flinched at the unexpected movement of the tail, then laughed in the back of her throat at her own surprise. She pulled back, arms still like a boa on Kurt's neck, and nuzzled into his collarbone.

---

Logan kissed Cassandra atop her head, "Wouldn't you rather finish this in private?"
Hands on his hips, Wade started to move Peter once more, grinning. He was going to make Bobby scream if it was the last thing he did.

"You feel so good, Blondie," Wade hummed. "So tight around me." Without Peter giving him a show, he was back to talking through the whole thing.

---

Kurt hugged her tightly. "Zank you for tonight. I vould have been so unhappy vithout you."

---

"But this is special," Cassie smirked. "You said so yourself."



Bobby gasped out as Peter's body massaged him. His face flushed a deep red color, he shook his head, trying not to think of what was happening to his body. Especially when his legs spread of their own accord, knees coiling.

---

Smiling softly to herself, Lucille replied, "You should tell Deimos that. He won't like hearing it, I don't think, but...he deserves to be that."

---

Logan sighed, "But, what if I want to do something even more special?"
The spider groaned as he could feel Bobby growing inside him. "Still so big," he mumbled, keeping a tight grip on the other's shoulder as he helped Wade moved his own hips, letting himself get fucked hard and oh so deep.

---

"I vill," Kurt assured her. "Aber, I am lucky to have you here tonight. Und I'm going to celebrate it."

---

"Oh? And here I was just going to suggest spiking the leftover punch and getting drunk on the roof," Cassie giggled, not even joking. "What did you have in mind?"
"Shut it, Pete," Bobby grumbled. That was too much of a turn on right now, and that was the last thing that Bobby wanted.

---

"And, how do you plan to do that?" The teen inquired, smile splitting her face as she curled a hand into his dark hair.

---

Logan snorted, "Drinking on the rooftop."
Peter whined, nuzzling into Bobby's neck and grazing his teeth against the skin.

"How's it feel, Blondie?" Wade prompted, smirking. "Petey's tight ass around you, my cock deep inside." He rammed himself into the blonde's prostate, hips snapping hard enough to bruise. "I want to hear you," he repeated, breathless.

---

"You said you wanted out of zat dress, ja?"

---

"Great minds think alike," the woman teased, nuzzling under Logan's scruffy jaw.
Bobby released a cry. A dry sob. His hips were trembling. His heart racing, and before he knew it, all he could was scream into the ceiling.

---

At first, Lucille looked at the man with confusion before wheezing out a laugh, "You're gonna celebrate by giving me something comfortable to wear?"

---

"We'll bring something to lay on," he hummed before carressing a cheek and looking into her eyes. "I wanna see you glow under the moon."




The pleasures noises the blonde was making were going to send Wade over the edge. After a few more rough thrusts to draw out the other's release, he pulled out completely and lifted Peter by the hips until the boy was empty, open, and waiting. Slamming himself balls-deep into his baby boy, the merc finished inside Peter who moaned and thrashed at the sensation.

---

Kurt paused before joining in her laughter. Getting caught up in the moment, he had forgotten how innocent she was. "You vanted to be covered in my scent? Vat better vay zan to vear some of my clothes?"

---

Cassie beamed up at him, already feeling like she was glowing. She stretched up to kiss him deeply, fingers in the hair at the base of Logan's skull.

"Ah told ya they knew," Rogue chuckled to herself, nudging Remy.
The blonde mewled at the loss of girth. He whimpered, "Wait, no." His mouth going dry at tbe scene in front of him.

---

"I suppose," Holly shrugged with a hum. "I thought of just snuggling in your arms in bed."

---

Remy chuckled, "I still don' t'ink dey realize we are here."
"What's the matter, Blondie?" Wade smirked, still steadily working himself inside Peter at a slow pace. "Jealous of Petey?"

Peter, for his part, was pushing back to meet Wade's every thrust, now on his hands and knees above Bobby, he jaw slack, eyes glassy, dick hard.

---

"In your dress?" Kurt raised a brow. Not that he really objected, the fancy attire might help keep his desire in line.

---

"Now that's a different story," Rogue grinned at the Cajun. "Feel like joinin' 'em?"
A pout on his lips, Bobby reached south. His member in one hand, he slipped two fingers into the gaping hole. He whined as his nerves screamed, throwing his feet up and hooking his ankles about Peter's lower back. The hand on his dick went up to grip the spider's chin and Bobby kissed him feverishly.

---

About to say something, Lucille stopped herself. She flushed, "I suppose that is a bit silly."

---

"I feel like joinin' wid my lady," Gambit whispered into her ear.
Peter was all open mouth and tongue, trying to drink up every last drop of the blonde beneath him without so much as the presence of mind to know what he was doing.

Wade, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing. He stroked the spider a few times, smearing precum down his shaft, before smacking Bobby's hand away from his opening. Lining the brunette up, he pushed himself into Peter and used the motion to push Peter into Bobby, hitting home in one smooth stroke.

Peter broke away from Bobby, choking on his own air as he was overwhelmed, eyes rolling into his skull as he threw his head back with a silent scream.

---

"I vant vatever you vant," Kurt smiled at her, cupping her cheek. "I'm just happy ve get to have time alone."

---

Rogue hummed, stroking Remy's face with the back of a finger. "Is that so?" she drawled. There was no point in going back to dancing now, Logan and Cassie had left the floor deserted and were heading for the door.

"I wasn't kidding about spiking the punch," Cassandra leaned into Logan as they left in search of booze and something comfy to spread out on the roof. "That stuff's awesome."





Bobby clawed at Peter's chin, nails leaving red angry marks on pale skin. Blue eyes clenching, the blonde squeezed the spider tightly as he murmured over and over, "Nonononononono."

---

Lucille rose on her toes once more and pecked his lips with hers. Beaming she told him, "I want some comfy clothes, and to be wrap my arms around you while you tell me about everything you love."

---

Hold on on Remy and Logan.
Remy chuckled, kissing Rogue's cheek, "And, then some."

Logan sighed, "Bring it if you want it. It's not my taste."
Peter was long gone, out of his mind with painful pleasure and over stimulated to the point of breaking. Occasionally a whimper would tumble from his parted lips, but that was all he could manage. The only reason he was still moving was because Wade was moving him.

Wade was grinning, enjoying his view of Bobby over the brunette's shoulder. "Yeah, Blondie. Come on," he panted. "Give me another, you can do it." He could touch the other man from this position, but he wouldn't. He wouldn't let Bobby touch himself either. It was always more beautiful when he was forced without any external help.

---

"Zat's a very long list," Kurt smiled, fangs and eyes both gleaming. "You might be here a vhile."

---

Rogue turned her head, catching Remy's lips with hers. "Then what're we waitin' for?"

"What would you like instead?" Cassie inquired, ever accommodating for Logan.
Bobby's back arched, his hands on Peter's shoulder and in his hair. He ground out everything that was building up in his under belly and within minutes, he came against his and the spider's stomachs. However, once more for that evening, he was still hard despite his climax.

---

"I planned on it," Lucille admitted before kissing his cheek. "Now, clothes. Bitte?"

---

Humming with delight, Remy replied, "Shall I sweep you off your feet 'n into my arms t'carry you off?"

"I'll just grab something on the way," Logan kissed at her neck. "I don't even care about the drinking right now."

"Good boy," Wade murmured, reaching down to stroke blonde hair. But he didn't stop, even when Peter started begging.

"Wade, please! I can't- I want- Let me-!" He cut himself off with a guttural scream, entire body tightening as he emptied himself into the blonde beneath him.

The merc moaned out the brunette's nickname, pulling on Bobby's hair as he pressed his front to the spider's back, holding him close.

As quickly as Peter's short moment of clarity had come, it was gone and he was back to being a writhing, whimpering mess.

---

Kurt nodded once, regretfully letting go of the young woman and moving to open a drawer of his dresser. He pulled out an old T-shirt, worn soft, and a pair of basketball shorts, figuring giving Lucille of pair of his boxers to wear might be a little much for her to handle. "Vill zes vork?" he held the folded clothing out.

---

"Maybe when we get a little closer t'my room," Rogue smiled, half rolling her eyes. She knew he wasn't joking would like to be embarrassed as little as possible.

Cassie giggled softly at his tickling touch. "Stop by my room, grab a blanket." Her hand found his about her waist and she purred, "Want me just like this, or should I get a little more comfortable?"





Being filled, his roots burning from tge abuse, Bobby came, again, but not just that as a warm stream set out to splash and drench both him and Peter.

---

Lucille bobbed her head the affirmative, she turned around for the first time to see where his bathroom was and to her surprise the little wood carving was on his nightstand. She stood frozen, staring at it as heat flooded her cheeks.

---

"Your call, Cheri," Remy purred. He gripped her hand, spun her and started to lightly drag her out with a large grin plastered to his face.

"Don't matter," the wolverine shrugged with a smirk. "Won't be on ya for long anyway."
Peter moaned softly at the wet heat on his body, not caring what it was even if he had managed to notice.

Wade definitely noticed. Watching Bobby's face contort as he lost control, he stilled inside the brunette, pushing in as deep as he could get, and let go, quietly chanting Peter's name in his ear.

---

"Is somezing vrong?" The blue mutant sounded rather worried: did she see something weird? Change her mind? Or worse, change into Deimos? Luckily he could dismiss that last panicked thought before she answered, her appearance having remained the same.

---

Rogue followed the Cajun eagerly, lacing their fingers together. "Ya /are/ stayin' the night, right?" she asked in a tone that made it clear there was only one correct answer.

Cassie grinned at him as they arrived at her room, "Just the way I like it." Her shoes were off almost before she was past the doorway, hands at her ears pulling out her earrings.
Bobby's drained body convulsed around Peter. His lungs begged for air. Eyes clenched, he mewled continously until his dick went limp and his bladder was empty.

---

"Nein," Holly shook her head. "Just...happy." She didn't look to the indigo man as she tried to hide her blush. She darted into the bathroom and locked it immediately.

---

"Let's see," Gambit hummed. "I am wid da only woman who could make ol' Remy feel sixteen foreva. What would any sixteen year old male do at a time like dis?"

---

Logan leaned against the doorframe, waiting patiently but with fingers tapping away on his forearm as his arms were crossed in front of his chest.
Taking pity on the spent blonde, Wade pulled Peter out of Bobby and laid himself and the spider, still together, on their side, facing Bobby. The merc petted Iceman's soaked stomach gentle, looking more than proud of himself. "How was it, Blondie?"

---

Satisfied with her answer, Kurt took the opportunity to strip on his own and change into more or less what he had just given Lucille, a shirt and comfy shorts.

---

"Hmm, make me feel like princess then run off into the night?" Rogue teased.

---

"Grab something comfy, Logan," Cassie smirked, winking at the man in the mirror, "cuz I want you on your back."
Bobby could feel the fluids on his skin. They puddled at his center and clung to his sides, pooling on the chilled blankets beneath them. He shook his head, not willing to look at the mercenary nor Parker.

---

Within moments, Lucille stepped out, arms crossing her chest as a blush settled on her cheeks. In Kurt's large clothes, she looked like a longhaired shorter Deimos, and her knees were tucked togethet as she nervously entered the bedroom.

---

"Cheri, you've been wid da wrong boys," Remy shook his head.

---

Logan smirked, "That's worth a few extra scratches."






"I think he's lying to us, Petey. What do you think?"

But Peter didn't even look like he heard Wade. Breathing hard through his mouth, eyes half lidded and glazed, he didn't even blink.

"Mm-hm, Petey agrees with me, Blondie. You fucking loved it."

---

Kurt smiled broadly, tail swishing. "Zose look good on you," he told the girl.

---

Rogue just laughed, "Don't Ah know it. Even more reason Ah love ya."

---

Padding back over to him on bare feet, now de-jeweled of everything but her diamond ring and chain choker, Cassie placed a soft hand on Logan's chest, gazing up at him through her lashes. "It's too bad you'll heal so fast," she murmured, words saying the opposite of what her innocent look suggested.
"Fuck you, Wilson," the blonde gasped out. "Fuck you, you dickwad."

---

"Um," Holly scurried over to Kurt's bed, arms still enclosed around her torso. "Danke."

---

Humming with delight, Remy swept the young woman up into his arms, cradling her as he kicked her door down once they stepped in front of it. "Hope ya didn' have plans tomorra."

---

"Just means more scratches," the wolverine replied before gripping the back of his fianceé's neck and kissing her.
"That's not a very nice thing to say," Wade pretended to pout, but he couldn't push down his stupid grin. "Why are you always mean to me after I've been so nice to you?"

---

For some reason, Kurt suddenly felt like he had hired a prostitute. A shy little thing who wouldn't look at him and just wanted to get in bed. He blushed at the unenjoyable thought, frowning slightly. "Are you sure you are okay vith zis?" he asked, stepping towards Lucille.

---

"Even if Ah did, Ah'd cancel 'em in a heartbeat tu be with ya," Rogue said, happy to cling to Gambit. "But Ah wish ya'd stop breakin' my stuff," she teased, referring to the door.

---

Cassie slipped a finger between the buttons of Logan's dress shirt, skin stroking skin, as she took his bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling lightly. She pulled away after a moment, licking her lips. "Roof?"
Forcing himself to sit up, Bobby grimaced at the sight and sensation before muttering, "Nice wouldn't be forcing me to piss myself." He ran a hand through soaked blonde hair, "Not to mention you interrupted."

---

Lucille nodded, "Es tut mir leid. I..." she wrapped her arms tighter around herself. "Um..." she flushed brighter, her eyes avoiding contact. "I know...there isn't much to me, but..." she cleared her throat, "Sorry. I...forgot about...how my dress..."

---

Remy looked back at the door, "Is fine, Cheri." He kicked it back close before swinging around and dropping Rogue onto bed. She bounced once before Gambit crawled atop her. Grinning like an idiot.

---

"Got everything you need?"
"You did that to yourself, Blondie," Wade snorted. "But don't worry, Petey'll lick you clean. Right baby?" He pinched Peter's sac, earning an unmanly squeak from the dazed man.

---

Kurt took her face in his hands, gently tilting her head up to look at him. "If you are vorried zat you're not pretty enough or feminine enough for me... please, don't. I zink you're /beautiful/ just like zis."

---

Rogue laughed lightly when she bounced on the bed, looping her arms around Remy's neck. "Ah feel like a girl on her prom night," she smiled, "head over heels for her date."

---

"Mm, let's see," Cassie hummed, starting to tick things off on her fingers. "You.... Yup! All set."




"No thanks," Bobby murmured. "I'll...take a bath."

---

Thin brows furrowed as Holly met Kurt's eyes. She didn't know how to respond, so one tiny hand gripped one of his wrists and she commanded in a soft polite tone, "Sit with me."

---

Remy peppered Rogue's neckline like a necklace, a hand on her waist and thumb stroking soothingly, "And, I feel like da idiot boy wonderin' how long he's gonna last tryin' to please his beautiful date."

---

Logan held a hand out and nudged his head back with a lazy smile, "C'mon."
At his words, a thin arm snaked around the blonde's waist. It was Peter, who, despite his appearance, apparently was aware of his surroundings. At least enough to know that his newest bed partner was thinking of leaving.

"Aww, look at that," Wade gushed, tone bordering on sarcastic. "Petey likes you!"

---

"I vould love to," Kurt said softly, letting Lucille take charge and put him where she wanted him.

---

Rogue hummed at his touches, one hand getting lost in Remy's hair. "Ah don't think y'all have a problem with that."

---

Taking his extended hand in hers, Cassie glued herself to his side, heart melting at the smile on Logan's face. "Lead the way."




Bobby sighed. After finally getting the chance to really get to know Parker, he didn't want to upset the kid. Though, he was more or less sure that the spider wouldn't even be fully aware of his disappearance. He rubbed a hand on a bony elbow and he inquired to the other softly, "Wanna clean me up, then, Pete?"

---

With one arm still wrapped around her chest, Lucille tugged on Kurt to sit to her right. When he obeyed, she pressed her side against his and turned to hide her face into his neck.

---

Smirking, Remy asked, "Wanna show Gambit how to get ya outta this lovely thing?" He tugged a bit on the fabric of her dress for emphasis.

---

Logan wrapped an arm around Cassie to keep her glued to him. Placing a kiss atop her head, he made sure the door was closed to her room before the two made their way to the top of the mansion.

 

[Deer Teeth]

Peter nodded automatically, still looking like he'd been drugged.

"Hey, Blondie, where's that bag I brought with me?" Wade inquired.

---

Instantly, Kurt's arms came to wrap around the young woman, holding her tightly with his lips pressed into her hair. His tail, following suit, coiled itself around her calf like a possessive snake.

---

Rogue snorted, but sat up. She reached behind herself and undid the clasp at the top of the back and tugged the zipper down an inch or so. As flexible as she was, the angles were difficult. "Ah think you can handle it from here."

---

Stepping out onto the sandpaper-y shingles, Cassie opened her arms up and tilted her face to the sky, basking in the moonlight. "It's beautiful tonight," she told Logan in what was nearly a whisper, eyes closed and she soaked up the gentle beams.




Iceman rose a thin brow, "What bag?"

---

A little unsatisfied, Holly clung to Kurt before forcing him to lay down with her as she purposely threw herself into the mattress. With him on his back, she splayed a hand on his chest and pressed her front to his side. Her breasts were petite, barely there due to her biology, but small buds were left unrestrained as the girl didn't need one of her training bras for her dress. She blushed, wondering if it was only a big deal in her head, or if perhaps Kurt couldn't feel it at all.

---

Unconsciously licking his lips, the Cajun reached around to undo the zipper, adoring the way the fabric popped away from Rogue's flesh as he did so. He slid a hand up the skirt and rubbed at a creamy thigh.

---

Logan walked up, embracing Cassie from behind and started to hum a tune after he placed a kiss to her cheek. "Does it make you happy?"




"Maybe it's a backpack," the merc mused, stroking at Peter's hip and thigh. I dropped it off in here earlier. Anyway, can you grab it for me? I've got something for Petey in it."

---

Like any straight man, Kurt was more than aware of Lucille's body against his, but pushed every dirty thought out of his head. His tail didn't seem to get the memo, though, as it snaked it's way just under the bottom of the shorts Holly was wearing.

---

Smirking, Rogue slowly, teasingly, slipped the single shoulder strap off, holding it up for a second before letting the fabric drop and pool at her waist. A strapless bra kept her from baring it all and she didn't touch it, instead running a hand up Remy's arm. "Yer turn," she murmured seductively.

---

Arms still up, her elbows bent and she laced her fingers together at the base of Logan's neck, resting her head back into his shoulder. "Mm-hm." The only way she could be happier was if the light was touching every inch of her buzzing skin. "You can't feel it, can you?"




"Why do I have to get it?" Bobbu grouched. He was tired and his legs were like jelly. He didn't want to walk and get up but if he was going to it was going to be to take a bath not be Wade's errand boy.

---

Lucille flinched, not expecting the touch but she calmed immediately, snuggled her forehead into Kurt's shoulder, "Tell me. About everything that makes you happy. About things I don't know about you yet."

---

Releasing a heavy exhale at the sight, Remy wasted no time in unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it and the jacket to the floor along with tbe wrangled tie. He slipped both hands up Rouge's thighs under her skirt, pulling her a little closer before he dove down and under. He slipped her panties off her hips just enough to wedge his chin in and place his lips over her clitoris.

---

"Feel what?" Logan inquired.




Wade just shrugged. "Alright." He looked down at the boy he was spooning, "Petey, hey." He patted the other's cheek a little roughly. "You with me, baby? I need you to listen, okay?"

He got a few blinks in response and Peter's tongue darted out to wet his lips.

"Hold it in, got it?" the merc instructed, prodding the other's hip. "Not a drop. Show off for Bobby." With that, he pulled himself slowly from the younger man with a quiet hiss. Peter whimpered, body tensing as he bit his lip, eyes squeezing shut.

Wade stood up from the bed and looked around for his bag, locating the Hello Kitty backpack on Bobby's desk and started to rifle through it. He was in no hurry and even slowed down when the brunette started to pant and whine behind him.

---

"Zat's hard," Kurt hummed, thinking. "You know I vas in ze circus, ja?"

---

Rogue gasped, fingers digging into the sheets. She hadn't been expecting him to go straight for her. "Remy," she moaned quietly, thighs trembling. She wasn't ready and that just made it even better.

---

"The light," Cassie breathed, leaning back into him. The moonlight felt like warm, liquid silk was being poured over inch of her skin that it touched. No one else ever understood the feeling. She fed off the sun, the moon was her favorite, especially on cloudless nights like this, its beams a gentle touch. She turned her head, kissing what she could reach of Logan's throat.




Bobby observed warily. His eyes on Parker, he felt a little bad for the kid. Should he try to give him a distraction? Turning slightly, ignoring the uncomfortable sensation of Peter's filth dripping down the crack of his ass, the blonde placed a hand flat on the mattress behind the spider where he hovered slightly. He leaned down and kissed the abused lips, noting the red scratches on the younger's chin.

---

Lucille nodded, "Ja. I've heard it mentioned before. Do you miss it?"

---

The man gave his head a slight shake as he sucked between Rogue's thighs. He hummed, hands outstretched and searching for hers so their fingers could intertwine.

---

Logan looked down to capture Cassie's lips. Letting the touch linger, he squeezed her close to his chest and pelvis and murmured, "I prefer feeling you."



Peter returned the kiss on and off, getting distracted and pausing every few seconds. His hands tightly gripped the still chilly sheets and his pathetic noises never stopped, whimpering against Bobby's lips.

Wade smirked, watching the two of them, not even searching for the mystery item any more. "Don't loose focus, Petey," he teased the spider.

---

"Sometimes," Kurt admitted, fingers stroking one of Holly's bare arms. "Not usually, zough. Especially not at times like zese."

---

Rogue sucked in a tight breath, taking the Cajun's hand when it touched hers and locking their fingers together. "Remy, God," she exhaled, thighs touching the man's ears. The feeling spreading from his mouth wasn't even pleasure so much as just /intense/. "Please." She didn't even know what she wanted, but she wasn't about to ask him to stop.

---

Cassie smiled, laying her arms over Logan's much bigger ones. "All yours," she purred, hugging him around her.






Bobby pulled back, placing a kiss above either of the young man's eyes. He slipped his palm to rub soothingly against the younger's back. Small slow circles before they grew wider. Then, the blonde's fingers drifted down to just above the crevice of Parker's cheeks.

---

"I would have loved to see that," Holly's eyes closed. "You in the circus."

---

As soon as he heard the "please", Remy swiped the flat of his tongue up her slit. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue before diving it inside of her, breathing out against her flesh as he rotated his jaw in a circular motion. He wanted to see her from beneath the skirt, but it added a forbidden thrill that he couldn't deny as he worked to get his love off.

---

Kissing her forehead, Logan slipped his hands up the front of Cassandra's shirt. One hand lazily drew circles beneath her navel with the tips of his fingers while the other cupped a breast gradually massaged the round flesh.






"No," Peter whimpered, entirely unconvincing, as he pressed a shaking hand to Bobby's chest. "Please."

Leaning against Bobby's desk with his arms crossed over his sweaty chest, Wade was grinning stupidly. He knew Bobby was always into more than he let on. He actually stayed quiet, not wanting to spook the blonde who looked like he was about to make things interesting.

---

Kurt chuckled, he had been quite the sight on the good days. "Vell, it's not ze circus, but I can show you some of my tricks in ze Danger Room von day." He remembered what Logan said about hooking up in there and his tail constricted slightly around Lucille's leg.

---

Head back in the pillows, Rogue's entire body was flushed as she breathed hard and tried to concentrate on not squishing Remy between her thighs. She clutched his hand hard, toes curling in her high heels. So close. "Remy," she murmured urgently. "Shug, not yet."

---

Hands on his forearms, Cassie drew in a breath, trying not to laugh from the fingers on her stomach. "That tickles," she breathed out, smile evident in her voice, muscles jumping under Logan's touch. She rose up on her tip toes in a futile effort to move his fingers from overtop her navel to just below it, where she was less sensitive.





Bobby gave a light press at Peter's tailbone, his heart fluttering beneath the spider's hand. "Spread your legs, Pete," he spoke softly, teasing his finger up and down the crevice.

---

"I'd love that," Holly snuggled closer. Her dark eyes glanced up at him. "Very much, and maybe you could teach me." She pushed up a bit to kiss him on the lips, "I love it when you teach me things."

---

With a smirk on his lips, Remy pulled back to give a light blow of his breath against her wet and heated core, then nibbled at her thigh.

---

Logan's fingers slipped down Cassie's stomach and straight into the band of her bottoms, teasing curls. He squeezed her breast in the other hand and licked up her neck in a predatorial manner.




Peter shook his head defiantly, eyes still clamped shut just as tightly as his knees were. "No," he mewled, swallowing hard. "I can't." He shuddered as the blonde's finger passed over his damp entrance, trying so hard to be good that it hurt. "Please don't make me."

---

"Zen I guess it's a good zing I'm a teacher," Kurt smiled down at her, pecking her lips. "I vould love to show you vat I can do."

---

Relaxing into the bed, Rogue released a sigh. She was torn between pulling him up for a wild kiss and asking him to go back down. In the end, she just threaded her hands in his hair, letting Remy do whatever he pleased.

---

She squeaked at the intrusion under her clothes but didn't fight him this time. Instead Cassie just tried to regulate her breathing, chewing her lip as one hand up to tease the nipple of her own neglected breast. "Logan," she breathed, shivering when his mouth was on her.





Lightly ghosting a palm over an ass cheek, Bobby replied, "I'll make you feel good. Spread your legs, Pete."

---

Holly's grin was stretched from ear to ear, "I wanna see everything. Don't hold back." She reached up and ran her hand through dark curls, "Okay?"

---

Remy gripped Rogue's wrists, popping out from under her skirt and smiling. He kissed a palm before reaching one hand below and running a digit up and down the slit. He kissed up her arm, teasing the entrance occasionally, and when he got to her shoulder he jumped to under her jaw and dug a finger under the middle of her strapless bra and tugged down to release her breasts.

---

Logan's hand slipped further. He parted his forefing and middle to rub at the flesh on either side of her vulva. He rubbed and massaged, but didn't touch her most sensitive flesh. He suckled under the balljoint of her jaw, nipped at an ear and slipped his other hand up through the neck of her shirt to lightly trace her collarbones.






Panting with the effort of keeping himself closed, Peter finally conceded. He moved from his side to his back and held his shins, keeping his legs up and wide open. "Please... please... please," he begged quietly.

"You're gonna get him in trouble, Blondie," Wade chuckled, watching calmly.

---

"You vill," the blue mutant assured his student. Panting with the effort of keeping himself closed, Peter finally conceded. He moved from his side to his back and held his shins, keeping his legs up and wide open. "Please... please... please," he begged quietly.

"You're gonna get him in trouble, Blondie," Wade chuckled, watching calmly.

---

"You vill," the blue mutant assured his student. "Very soon. I'll never hide anyzing from you."

---

A hand still in Remy's hair, she gently pushed him in the direction of her chest. Meanwhile Rogue was slowly rolling her hips, playfully trying to slip his finger between her folds.

---

Cassie sighed, shifting her weight to rub herself against Logan's large hand. But she didn't break his unspoken rules, not trying to force his touch to her interior, instead merely adding pressure to her outer lips. She tipped her head slightly to the side, still leaning it back on his shoulder, to give the wolverine more room to work. The thought of being naked out on the roof sent a fizzing rush through her body, from her core out to her extremities.





"I"ll take responsibility," Bobby replied automatically without much thought. Growing up in a place where someone got into trouble everyday there was always a few times where one would have to step up and take responsibility. He leaned down, twisting slightly and picking up the limp member that lied on Peter's stomach. He placed his lips around the bulbous head and just as he swiped a tongue up the slit, he thrusted a finger within the spider. It was warm and soft and sticky.

---

Bubbling over with joy, Lucille kissed him, again. "You know, I thought that kiss from Christmas would have been enough, but I never realized how much I enjoy it."

---

Remy licked his lips before he swirled a nipple with his tongue. He kissed along the side of her breast and down to the cavern that split them. Feeling her hips, he slid his finger up to toy with her clit, rough pads applying pressure. "I love you so much, Cher," was the mumbled confession.

---

Logan gripped her apex a little tighter, a little rougher, as his other hand slid back down to rub at his fianceé's ribs. He kissed her temple and murmured, "Wanna lay down?"






"No, no, no, no, no," Peter chanted, hands leaving his legs and knotting in his own hair. He was clamped impossibly tight around Bobby, almost like he was trying to keep the blonde's fingers in, too. "Please, stop," he wailed, back arching. "You can't, you can't!"

Wade had found what he had been looking for: a medium sized vibrating butt plug, in a pretty purple. But he stayed where he was, enjoying the show Bobby was putting on for him.

---

Kurt laughed, pulling her closer. "Zere's no such zing as enough ven it comes to zat." He kissed her to emphasize his point, not so chaste this time. "Aber I could never get enough of you."

--

Rogue moaned, hand tightening in his hair while the other dragged down his back. "Ah love you, too, Remy," she gasped, pushing her pelvis down into his hand. "So much. Yer everythin' ta me."

---

"Mm-hm," Cassie nodded, still trying to rub herself against him. At this point if Logan touched a more sensitive area her knees might buckle, but she made no effort to remove herself from his hand. She did, however, bring her own hands up to start slipping her slim dress straps off her shoulders.





While he slowly inched Peter into his mouth, Bobby wiggled what he could of the finger that was inside the younger. The other hand gently rubbing at the spider's pelvis.

---

Holly rolled so she was on her stomach, leaning up, her chest was flat against Kurt's, both hands sifting through his bangs and swiping over to cradle the back of his head as she kissed once more, longer.

---

"Anna Marie," Gambit chanted her name "Anna, Anna, Anna" and shoved a digit into her. His other hand fumbled for one of hers and when he caught a wrist he pressed the palm against his clothed erection and released a slight whimper into her bosom.

---

Logan silently retracted himself from his lover. He threw out the blanket and started to undo his clothing.




"No, no, please! Please!" the brunette continued to beg, the occasional dry sob slipping out. "Don't, don't, Bobby please. Please stop. Oh- ohmygod. Please."

Wade had returned to the bed, situating himself at the foot just to watch, cycling through the vibrations of the toy in his hands. "Hold it, Petey," he ordered in a gentle voice. "Not a drop, remember?"

---

Kurt's hands had already been on Lucille and now one found its way to her hair while the other slipped under the hem of the shirt she wore to hold a hip, skin to skin. He kissed her deeply and slowly, tongue asking politely for entrance by swiping along her lower lip.

---

"Ah!" the woman cried out, not expecting a finger inside. She pushed her back off the pillows and against Remy as she fondled him through his pants. "Clothes off," Rogue demanded, pushing the Cajun from her once more.

---

Cassie quickly shed her dress; it was strappy and somewhat frustrating and she wasn't about to Logan or his impatient claws anywhere near it. She had been braless underneath and was now in only a pair of lacey cheekies as she moved to stand in front of Logan. Slim fingers undid his bow tie first before moving down to the buttons of his white shirts, gently moving his own hands away with a tender smile up to him. "Let me," was the murmured request.





Bobby worked his hands a little faster, but not much. He pulled back on Peter's member and sucked at the tip before swirling his tongue around it and under the folds of skin. The one hand on his pelvis reached back to fondle at the spider's chest, rubbing and pinching a nipple.

---

As soon as she felt the tongue against her lip, Holly pulled back. She was sitting on her knees, hand clamped around her mouth and cheeks flushed as she stared at Kurt wide-eyed with furrowed brows.

---

"You, too, Cheri," Remy huffed as he furiously removed his remaining articles of clothing.

---

Licking his lips, Logan gripped Cassandra's waist. He eyed her breasts hungrily, his vision tracing all of her curves.
The spider had lost himself. Super strength coming in handy, he was painfully tight around Bobby's fingers in a desperate attempt to keep himself closed.

"Bobby! Bobby, I'm gon-!" he tried to warn the blonde, right before coming hard with a pained shout, back arching in an impossible bow.

---

Kurt sat up instantly, reaching for Lucille's arms. "Es tut mir Leid!" he apologized hurridly. "I shouldn't've done zat!"

---

Rogue complied, popping off her bra and wriggling out of her dress, tossing them both to the floor. She thanked her stars that she had picked the slip-on pumps and not the complicated buckle wedges as she toed off her shoes. The woman welcomed Gambit back to her nude form with open arms. "C'mere, shug."

---

She nearly smirked, loving the way Logan looked as if he wanted to eat her alive. "Help your self," Cassie offered quietly, finishing the last button before pushing his jacket off his shoulders and going back for his shirt.
The blonde choked, not expecting what shot down his throat. He pulled back, coughing as the nearly translucent liquid dripped down his chin, his finger crooking inside the brunette.

---

Not resisting his touch, Holly simply shook her head. Her face was on fire, "Sorry. I've never..."

---

Chucking his shoes across the room, Remy was relieved to finally be free of restrictions. He crawled over to Rogue and buried his face into her neck. He slipped his knees beneath her thighs and braced his palm against the curve of her back while the other steadied him on the mattress.

---

"Love to," Logan snorted. "Got my hands tied, though." He snarled playfully, bending down to whisper into her ear, "Taking so long to get my arms free of this shirt."
Peter was lost in a haze once again and couldn't apologize to the blonde even though he wanted to. His hips jerked frantically, trying to get away from the stimulation of Bobby's probbing finger but he couldn't get enough sense together to figure out how. Tears leaked from behind the spider's closed eyes as he sobbed wordlessly, overwhelmed and still trying harder than anything to obey Wade.

---

"I should've zought about zat, I'm sorry," Kurt apologized again, rubbing her upper arms comfortingly. "I vont do it again."

---

Her knees hooked at his waist, Rogue consciously relaxed her entire body for him. A hand stroked down Remy's cheek and cupped his chin, pulling him in for a kiss. "Ah love ya ta pieces, Remy LeBeau," she murmured.

---

"You have a mouth, don't you?" Cassie teased, but finished pulling the shirt off anyway. Then she was at his pants, belt first, then button and zipper. Taking her time because it was more fun this way, for her at least.





Bobby rubbed at the mess on his face as he yanked his finger out from Peter's grip. He wiped the residue on it onto the sheets below since they were already a mess like he was with the drying urine and come on his stomach.

---

Holly's hands pressed against Kurt's chest, but she neither pushed him away nor pulled away from him. Her eyes were round as they stared at him shyly and she asked, "Teach me?"

---

Remy kissed her, smiling and chuckling, "Do ya love me enough t'put me back togetha?" He rubbed her hips with his large palms and let his lips flutter against Rogue's. "Cause you're my final piece, Anna Marie."

---

Logan wanted to throw Cassandra down, force open her legs, and eat her alive; but he couldn't. As she took her time with his clothes he hooked a finger under the band of her panties, tugging on it gently as he leaned over to place open mouth kisses at her shoulder. He didn't want to hinder her progress so he refrained from her weakest spots.




Peter yelped when Bobby pulled out, curling in on himself on his side.

Wade chuckled, rubbing the spider's thigh. "You're doing so well, Petey. Wanna keep going?"

The brunette shook his head, face flushed. "Wade, no, please, I can't, you have to, please, I'm gonna, please please please," he babbled desperately while his hands clawed at anything he could reach.

"Sorry, baby, but it's not up to me tonight." The merc turned his smirk on Bobby, "What's it gonna be, Blondie? Think he's had enough?" He held up the buzzing plug for Iceman to see before lightly trailing it up Peter's thigh. His smirk grew when the younger man jumped and moaned. "On your knees, baby," he demanded in a soft voice, waiting patiently as the other struggled to comply.

It took a few seconds but soon Peter was where Wade wanted him, chest to the mattress and ass up. His entire body was trembling and it only got worse as the merc slowly ran the vibrating toy up the back of Parker's thigh, over his crack, and back down the other leg.

"Or I could just do this until you fail," Wade mused, dragging the plug between Peter's cheeks and earning a body-wracking sob in return. "Then Blondie and I'd get to punish you. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"No...." the tortured boy wailed quietly, shaking so hard it was as if /he/ was vibrating.

---

Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, pulling Holly into him. He could've ended their entire night with one slip-up. "I vould like nozing more," he murmured in her ear.

---

"Ah'll always be here ta put ya back together," Rogue promised, arms about his neck. "No matta what." One of her hands trailed down his arm to take his hand, locking their fingers together. "I ain't complete without ya."

---

Cassie hummed at his touches, bringing her legs together could slide off easier. She let Logan's slacks drop to his ankles. Head on his shoulder and lips against his neck, she started pushing down his boxers. Smirking into his skin, Cassie reached around and pushed the



Bobby sighed, "Just let the kid go. Don't make him cry."

---

Lucille squeazed Kurt tightly within her arms before pulling back. Her eyes landed on his indigo lips before back into his golden orbs. She gave a shy peck, wanting him to do what it was he wanted to show her.

---

"Oh, Cheri," Remy groaned. He rubbed himself against her core as he kissed her fervently. Then, he hissed, "Condom."

---

Instinctively, the wolverine gripped Cassandra's wrists and nipped at her neck. He sunk his teeth in and wripped her hands from himself; grunting as the nails left deep scratches in his flesh.
"But Blondie!" Wade pouted, still teasing Peter while ignoring his pleas. "Where's the fun in that? Plus, he totally loves this. Right Petey?" He held the toy against the spider's balls, drawing another shriek from the other.

---

"Say somezing if you're uncomfortable," Kurt requested before pressing their lips together once more. After a few moments of reheating their kiss, his tongue hesitantly touched her bottom lip again before running between them, asking them to part.

---

"Nightstand," Rogue answered breathlessly, returning each motion of his hips with one of her own. It was moments like these where she really wished they didn't have to take the time for external protection.

---

She was giggling even though her eyes were shut against the sharp pain in her neck. "You said you wanted scratches," Cassie teased, fingers flexing as she tried to touch more of him, but couldn't. Instead she pressed their bodies together, grinding herself into his cock she'd trapped against his stomach.




Blue eyes looked to the younger whose face was scrunched in some discernable emotion. He shook his head, "Then, don't ask me." Gradually he worked himself off the bed, off the edge and steadying his feet with Peter's essence dripping down his thighs. "I'll be in the bath."

---

The young woman froze. It felt weird, and if she was honest a little disgusting, but she parted her lips and allowed Kurt entrance as she rested her hands on his shoulders.

---

Fumbling and bumbling, the great Gambit hurriedly searched through the drawer for the box and luckily picked up a loose piece. He leaned back, teeth tearing the package, and he handed it to Rouge, "Wanna do da honor?"

---

Releasing her wrists, Logan picked Cassandra up by the waist, throwing her over his shoulder and smacking her ass before he dropped himself on his ass. His legs bent out in front of him, he rotated her to sit in his arms and lap, one hand on a breast, the other rubbing her through her panties as he licked up the front of her torso.



Without a coherent word directed at the blonde, Peter reached out and wrapped his fingers around a slim wrist.

Wade snorted. "Looks like you've got a boyfriend, Blondie." Without warning, he forcefully pushed the toy - no longer buzzing - past Peter's tight muscle. The brunette released a sigh so deep it was nearly a moan, his entire body relaxing into a boneless puddle. Or, it would have if he wasn't stuck in shape of an erotic triangle: face down, ass up.

---

Kurt was careful entering the other's mouth, wanting to keep his tongue if Lucille reflexively bit down. He slid their dexterous organs together, petting the inside of her mouth briefly before retracting. Closing his mouth, he finished their kiss and pulled away slightly. "How vas zat?"

---

"Always happy to," Rogue purred, sitting up to take the little latex disk from her love. She kissed him first, fingers ghosting over his bare erection, teasing, before giving a few hard strokes. Pinching its tip, she unrolled the condom over Remy's hard member, giving a few more 'test tugs' once it was on to make sure it would stay put. "How's that?"

---

Squealing with laughter at being man-handled, Cassie dropped kisses all over Logan's cheek. But when he started touching her, her back arched and she leaned away to place her hands behind herself, on his thighs. She sighed, biting her lip through a smile, and pushed herself even further into his touch, one hand coming to the back of his neck.



Bobby sighed, trying to pry the other's grip off, "Sorry, Peter, but I have to get clean."

---

"Komisch," was the first word the slipped from the teen as she touched her buzzing lips. She immediately looked embarrassed and dropping her gaze she added, "Sorry."

---

Kissing her forcefully, Remy pushed forward. In one swift motion he nudged himself til the hilt. Rogue on her back, he lifted one of her thighs and his eyes clenched shut as his jaw went slack. He moaned, his hips trembling.

---

Logan licked up, swirling his tongue around a nipple before murmuring and ceasing his hands, "The moonlight got nothin' on you." He ran a hand through her hair, "Fuck, when you're glowing..." and his lips meshed with hers and he slowly slipped her onto her back so he could be her parallel on his hands and knees.






Stretching back out on the bed, on his side, Peter refused to let his catch go. He turned his tear-streaked face to the blonde, tugging on his arm lightly.

"Don't tell me you can say no to those eyes?" Wade chuckled, slowly running a hand from Peter's ribs down to his knee and back again. "I did say he'd lick you clean, didn't I?"

But the spider, head clearing, had other ideas. "Can I join you?" he asked the blonde, voice quiet and doe eyes wide.

---

Smiling, Kurt kissed her cheek sweetly. "Don't be. I von't do anyzing you don't like." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, ducking his head to try and catch her eyes. "I'm still happy just being able to hold you, finally."

---

For Anna Marie, there was no bigger turn on than Remy enjoying her body. She rolled her hips, moving around him, as she hooked her other leg around Remy's waist and pulled him in even further. She pressed a palm to his cheek, stroking the sharp bone with her thumb. "Remy," she breathed out. "Remy, Ah love ya so much."

---

"You haven't seen anything yet," Cassie murmured, kissing him softly. She still had one hand on the back of his neck, the other on a bicep. They'd never been together like this directly under the sun's light. Reflected off the moon or not, the result would be the same and Logan might be in for a bit of a surprise.






Mouth twisting, Bobby thought on how big his tub was. He wasn't annoyed nor angry at the younger but with Wade...

The blonde sighed, "Just you." He turned icey blue eyes at the merc, "You stay out."

---

Dark eyes met bright ones before they fell. Holly's hands moved from his shoulders and slid down to his waist. She rubbed her palms through his shirt then ducked her face into the crook of his neck as she breathed out, "My head is all fuzzy. I don't know what to do."

---

"Nobody," Remy ground out as he rolled his hips with Rogue's. "Nobody but you, Anna." He propped both forearms above her head on the mattress, his unusual eyes meeting hers, he focused his strength in his pelvis as he worked out a speed and angle that worked for the two of them.

---

Logan took Cassandra's lips wordlessly. Both hands slipped down her stomach and as soon as he got to the panties he tugged them off - kissing her legs as he did - and once they slipped past her toes he threw them aside. Falling off the roof and somewhere outside surrounding the mansion of the X-men.




Wade pouted, wrapping his arms tightly around Peter, who had sat up. "But I always get to wash Petey's hair," he whined. "He loves it; tell 'im, Petey."

The brunette gave Bobby a sheepish look. "It is kinda nice," he admitted.

"I'll do yours too~"

---

"Zat's alright." Kurt rubbed the woman's back gently, trying not to let his body get excited. "Ve don't have to do anyzing," he assured Lucille, even though he really wanted to. She didn't need that pressure or guilt, he could suck it up.

---

Rogue moaned softly, lidded eyes locked on his. "Mah one an' only," she replied breathlessly. Using the leverage of her leg around his waist while his strong hand held her other, she met his thrusts, breath hitching occasionally.

---

"Hey," Cassie protested with a quiet laugh. "I liked those!" But it was too late now - let some horny student find them and go nuts. Her legs spread on their own accord to invite Logan, any part of him, to settle in between them.





"No," Bobby crossed his arms. "My bathroom isn't that big. If you want your hair done, Peter, I will do it. But he," he jabbed Wade in the shoulder - around the spider - with a finger, "stays out."

---

Holly sighed, snuggling in until her eye was caught by Kurt's tail. She had never touched it with her hand before and with her hazy mind, she reached out and gripped gently from around his body as they embraced.

---

"Shit," Remy cursed. His back arched as he angled his hips a bit differently. His thrusts were more shallow, faster, and his long hair what was still in its ponytail hung over a shoulder. "Don't know...if I'm gonna last...much longa, Cher."

---

"I'll get you new ones," Logan replied gruffly. He settled on his stomach, looping his arms around Cassandra's thighs and kissed at the joint that connected one to her pelvis. "Smell so damn good."

 

[Deer Teeth]

Wade looked positively crushed, but Peter seemed perfectly happy with the arrangement.

"Okay," he agreed, getting off the bed with a bit of a wince as his body had to move around the rigid plug. He still hadn't let go of Bobby and only gripped the other's wrist tighter when Wade reached over and, in retaliation for being left out, turned the toy in Peter's ass on to its lowest level. The brunette jumped with a strangled noise, now both hands clinging to Bobby as his knees buckled slightly.

"Don't I at least get to watch?" the merc pouted, ignoring Peter's reaction.

---

Kurt jolted, grip on Lucille tightening before he forced himself to relax, not wanting to hurt her. "Es tut mir Leid," he apologized quickly. "Aber, please be careful vith zat," the man chuckled, maybe a bit nervous. "It's very delicate. Und pretty sensitive."

---

"Tha's okay, shug," Rogue assured him, her own hand slipped down between their bodies to play with her clit. "Ah want ya to. Come for me. Lemme feel how much ya love me, Remy."

---

Cassie just hummed, propped up on an elbow to be able to see him, one hand carding loosely through his hair. She was probably supposed to be staying still, but the woman couldn't miss an opportunity to rub the soft skin of her inner thigh against Logan's scruff. Feet braced flat on the blanket under her, she moved her hips to do just that, eyes closing at the strange sensation of rough, tickling pain.




Bobby held Peter up the best he could. Reaching around, he turned the toy off and scowled at Wade, "No. You'll just find an excuse to join in. Stay out here. Or, leave"

---

"Oh," Holly let go, her fingers curling into the back of his shirt. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. So stupid."

---

"Oh, damn," Remy peeked down at where they were joined and groaned. "Damn, so sexy, Anna. So hot."

---

Logan pushed up. With his arms still wrapped around the young woman's thighs, the wolverine rose to his knees, letting the other catch herself as he rose her lower half. He sat on his knees and used them to support her back while he sat her knees on his shoulders before locked his mouth on her clit.
Wade whined like an abandoned dog, but didn't make a move to get up. Instead, he hugged a pillow to himself, determined to pout until his baby boy came back to him.

Peter paid no mind to the merc's mood. But he did have something to say to Bobby. Blushing deeply, fingers squeezing, he mumbled an admission, "I... I actually liked it on."

---

"No, no, it's okay," Kurt quickly back peddled. His tail laid itself over Holly's lap, like a cat asking for more attention. "Just... be gentle is all."

---

Head tilted back into the pillows, panting interspersed with soft moans, Rogue groped a breast while she continued to touch herself. "Ah wanna be, for you," she gasped, one finger rapidly circling her clit. "Yer so good ta me, Remy. Feel so good."

---

Crying out, partially from surprise, Cassie dug her heels into Logan's back. This unintentionally resulted in her pushing herself harder against his mouth, drawing more noises from the woman. She couldn't reach him to ground herself even though her hands searched. "Logan," Cassandra whimpered, hands fisting in the blanket below her.
"Later," Bobby smiled. "I don't want to fry in the bathtub."

---

Lucille sat back, looking at what was in her lap. She wheezed a laugh, "How do I touch it?"

---

"Anna," Remy whimpered. He gripped her chin, shooting his tongue down her throat, teeth clacking and lips morphing around each other.

---

Logan dug his tongue into Cassie's canal. Sliding it up before rubbing the center of it over her clitoris. His fingers tickled under her knees as he started to suckle.
"It's waterproof," Wade grumbled from the spot on his bed, picking at a loose thread on the pillow he held and not looking at either of the two men.

Peter just shrugged with a lazy half-smile. Right now, he was okay with whatever.

---

The spade tip of Kurt's tail stroked Lucille's stomach without any conscious prompting from its owner. The mutant appendage tended to do its own thing. "Just... gently," Kurt repeated. "Try vith zwei fingers first."

---

With some harsh rubs to her clit and a hard thrust of Remy's hips into hers, Rogue came - shuddering around him and moaning around his tongue, still kissing the Cajun fervently.

---

Cassie shrieked, a hand quickly clamping over her mouth to muffle laughter and moans and any other noises that might tumble past her lips. Her hips jerked in every direction possible as she put all her willpower into not downright kicking Logan. She didn't do well with being tickled and he knew it - hell, that's probably why he did it. Simultaneously trying to get away from Logan and draw him closer, Cassandra only succeeded in adding extra stimulation to her core as she struggled against the man.




Ignoring Wade completely, Bobby replied with a smile as he helped to walk the younger to the bathroom, "I'll switch it on when I dry you."

---

Experimentally, Holly dragged two fingertips from a thicker section to just below the spade, "Like this?"

---

Spine and hips spasming, Remy moaned as he came. His body jerking as the coil snapped and his high overcame him. He spoke nothing but jibberish out of whatever he could mumble out of his lips.

---

Logan swiped his tongue up slowly once more before smirking from between his fianceé's thighs, "Thought you were gonna top me, Lassie."
Peter smiled broadly as he went with the blonde, still a little shakey. He could get used to this. And Bobby was so nice to him. "You might want to rinse off with cold water first," he told the blonde, proving that his brain was no longer mush.

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Squeezing his eyes shut, Kurt nodded. "Like zat," he confirmed with a bit of a wheeze. "I'm a bit sensitive zere," he warned her, not elaborating on what 'sensitive' meant.

---

The woman beneath him moaned, pitch higher this time, as her back arched slightly. Rogue could feel him throbbing inside her as he filled the condom and it added to the distant waves of pleasure that were still gently rolling over her. "Remy," she murmured, arms around the man's muscular back.

---

Eyes rolling in her head, Cassie's hips still worked against air, trying to get her off. It took a moment for her to regain control and another moment before she could speak. "I...." the woman forced out breathlessly, licking her lips before trying again. "You're not... making it easy."
"Thanks for the tip, Petey," Bobby replied with a smile and then closed the door behind the two of them with a click of the lock.

---

"Should I not do it, again?" Holly queried as she watched the tail twitch.

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His whole body tensing, Remy stilled like stone. When he was empty, he pulled out, kissing Rogue on the cheek with light swipes of his lips before he rolled over onto his back to lie beside her. Chest heaving, he admired his lover's body that sheened beautifully with sweat, glistening and pronouning her flushed red curves.

---

Grinning devilishly, Logan slipped a finger into Cassie and twisted it to press against her inner flesh, "Where's the fun if I make it easy?"
"You really don't like him, huh?" the brunette mused, waiting patiently while Bobby turned on the water. He still had a hold on the other's wrist, probably without realizing it.

---

Fighting against his inner urges that screamed 'yes!', Kurt rested his forehead on Lucille's shoulder and sighed, "Maybe a little lower zis time."

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Rogue found Remy's hand, lacing their fingers together as her breathing slowly steadied. "Best prom night Ah've eva had," she joked, turning on her side to face the man lying next to her. Her free hand trailed over the mounds and valleys of his toned abs.

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Eyes closing, Cassie moaned softly as her hips pushed downwards to press his large digit harder against her insides. Logan always knew exactly where to touch to make her see white. "Don't start something you can't finish," she warned, peeking out at him though the lashes of heavily lidded eyes and silently cursing this position that felt so good yet essentially stopped her from thrusting onto his fingers.




With a twist of the knob, the water streamed into the bath. Bobby slipped his hand to check to the temp, and when it felt right, he plugged the pit to so it could fill. Letting it run, he sighed as he grabbed a washcloth and walked to the faucet, not telling Peter to let go as he soaked it in cold water. "I just know what kind of opportunities he'll take," the blonde replied, "and I'm not in heat 24/7 like he is." He added a shrug, "I don't want to hate him, so I prevent scenarios that could lead to that."

---

Holly was thinking that perhaps this was like a massage for Kurt's tail. She didn't understand how extra extremeties worked or what kind of muscles went into them, so perhaps this was very soothing and helpful for him to relax? She did as instructed and swept the tips of her fingers from beneath his spade down lower towards the base, but stopping to where her hand could reach.

---

Remy pulled Rogue close to his side, placing a kiss to her forehead abd sighed, "Don't know how happy dat makes me.

---

Snorting, Logan gave a smack to Cassie's ass. He didn't reply, and set his mouth against her, again, and started out with slow harsh suctions.




"He usually just sits outside the bath and washes me," Peter informed the blonde with a shrug, as if for future reference. As if this was something that would happen again, become normal. He held a hand out for the cloth Bobby was holding. "Can I?" He'd have a better angle for this, anyway. Even though Wade was right, that he was totally still in the headspace to happily lick the other clean. In fact, he even kind of wanted to, especially after coming down the blonde's throat without permission. But Bobby didn't seem to want that, so he didn't ask.

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Kurt's breathing stuttered. That wasn't exactly what he meant when he said 'lower', although he supposed he could've been clearer. At least she wasn't at the base of his tail, where he might not be able to keep his body from reacting. Wordlessly, he gently took the young woman's hand and placed it a few inches below the tip of his tail, where he wasn't so... reactive. "Try from here," he murmured, head still resting against Lucille.

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"Ah think Ah have an idea," Rogue smiled, cuddling up. She should get up, pee, clean herself up, and give Remy a chance to do the same, but she didn't feel like moving. Ever. If they died like this, she'd probably be happy. Someone needed to remind her why Cassie was getting married and she wasn't.

---

Eyes rolling back in her head again, Cass ran a hand through her hair, pulling. She shivered and shudder in Logan's arms, soft mewls and small moans falling from her lips. The natural light intensified every good feeling and diminished every bad one, making this even more amazing for her than usual. She would eventually top him like she promised, rough and demanding and a total brat - just the way she liked to - but first... this. Definitely this.



A little uneasy, Bobby handed Peter the cloth. He pressed his back to the counter top, and he gripped his palms along the edge as he replied, "Thanks." Though, in regards to Wade, "I'm in the equation now, so...I'm just a little wary of him."

---

Instead of sliding her fingers, she lightly gripped Kurt's tail on either side between her fingers and drew tiny soft circles against the point he directed.

---

"What?" Remy queried with a stupidly exhausted grin. His fingers mindlessly played with Rogue's as he just enjoyed the sensation of her skin against his.

---

As he rotated his jaw, Logan use two fingers to work Cassandra. His other hand tracing little patterns on her inner thigh, again with the tickling as his mouth devoured her visciously.
"Turn around," Peter instructed gently, finally letting go of Bobby. "He's not /bad/," the brunette continued, "just weird." He easily dropped to his knees for a better vantage point, wishing so bad that the blonde would invite him to have a little fun. "And easier to deal with than you'd think." Though, admittedly, that might just apply to Peter. And probably required more compromises than Bobby was willing to allow.

---

Kurt just about purred like a cat. Maybe letting Holly mess with his tail had been a bad idea, because he didn't want this to stop. It was like the feeling of having his back scratched, the knots worked out of his muscles, and the release from the world's most satisfying stretch, all rolled into one and then intensified. His arms around her waist, Kurt nuzzled into the young woman's neck, managing to keep his noises to a happy hum.

---

"Of how much ya love me," Rogue clarified with a grin, not blaming Remy for being unable to follow along. He had been tired even before their little romp, and now? "Wanna share a shower?" she offered, eyes trying not to close.

---

Logan pushed her over the edge in record time. A hand over her mouth to muffle the shout just before she succumbed, Cassie stilled, holding in a breath as she shuddered through the waves. A gasp for air when she remembered to breathe again, and she was back to pushing herself against Logan's thick fingers and skilled mouth; wordlessly asking for more, begging to be worked through the aftershocks that had her legs trembling and toes curling.
"You have a lot more experience dealing with it than me," Bobby slipped his words hurriedly. He thought that the spider was going to wash his front and abs, he didn't consider his ass. Face flushed, Bobby stood still, "Er, you don't have to do that part."

---

Lucille hummed as well. It was good to know that he was enjoying her touch. But, without realizing it she was getting tired, and let a yawn escape her.

---

"Sure," Gambit nodded as his eyes slowly closed. He released a sigh, heavy and relaxing.

---

Removing his mouth, Logan gave several more jerks of his hand before pulling his digits out and sucking the residue off of them.
"Yes I do," Peter replied. He wouldn't take 'no' for an answer but, unlike Wade, it was for the blonde's own good. "Turn, please." Cheeks turning slightly pink, the spider gave Bobby a quick glance before looking back to the wet cloth in his hand. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, not ashamed but definitely apologetic. "About earlier. When I…." As comfortable as he was right now, he still didn't want to say something as ridiculous as 'came in your mouth' to Bobby's face. Or feet - as it were. "I didn't mean to."

---

"Tired?" Kurt murmured, so astute. He knew Logan and Cassie tended to be - ahem - 'busy' in the mornings so Lucille would be able to sneak back to her room unnoticed by their strict Headmaster. He suggested, "Vant to stay vith me for ze night?"

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"Oh no ya don't," Rogue smiled, squeezing Remy's hand to get his attention. "C'mon, we're getting cleaned up."

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Her muscles relaxed some, still being partially held up by Logan. "Why do you always stop?" Cassie complained, teasing smile showing she didn't really mean it. She looked even paler than ever under the moon, despite her flush, almost silvery. She slid her knees from his shoulders and pushed herself up on her hands before maneuvering to settle in Logan's lap, forearms casually over his shoulders. Up close, the paleness - or something like it - was even present in her eyes, whiter and brighter than usual.
With a sigh, Bobby gave in. He hesitantly turned around and braced himself against the counter. His ears were tinged a dark red as he replied, "Same. I...don't know what got into me. But, it's not like I didn't know what was gonna happen by doing what I did."

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Releasing his tail, Lucille giggled as she gripped tightly onto his torso, "You said I couldn't, though."

---

Chuckling sleepily, Remy forced himself to sit up and he stretched up high, back cracking. He sighed, rubbed at his tired eyes and gave the goofiest grin in Rouge's direction.

---

His clothed erection under her weight, Logan sighed as he kissed her. He pulled back, eyes burning with lust, "If I don't stop when I can, I'll never be able to."



Peter grinned, shaking his head. "Most people finish with their hand if they're not up for that." His empty hand came up to the outside of Bobby's thigh so that his more intimate touch wouldn't startle the other. It slid up to cup a cheek, thumb pulling to spread the blonde slightly. It was a beautiful sight, one that made Peter's stomach flip with anticipation. He was never one to 'encourage' a partner into something they didn't want - even more of a difference between him and Wade - but he also hadn't said he would clean Bobby with the washcloth, just that he would clean him. He swallowed thickly and leaned up, pressing his lips to the blonde's pert cheek. No wonder Wade worshiped his 'tight bubble-butt', as he put it; this was awesome.

---

"Ja," Kurt sighed, "I did. You've made me re-zink it, zough." He kissed Holly's temple, then her hair, before resting his chin on her head. "You're just zat convincing."

---

Anna smiled beautifully, taking the Cajun's face in her hands and pulling him in for a long, slow, kiss. "Ah wish we could do this ev'ry night," she breathed, pulling away just an inch.

---

"Sounds good to me," Cassie smirked at him, eyebrows jumping. She touched their noses together before kissing him briefly, while he hands came to rub at the back Logan's neck and eventually bury themselves in his dark hair. After a few more soft, chaste kisses, - the hands in his hair preventing Logan from turning them into anything else - she tightened her grip and wrenched his head back, ignoring the popping sounds that came from the action. Lips still as gentle as before, Cassandra trailed kisses over his jaw, to the tender part under his chin, and down Logan's neck til she got to his Adams apple, suckling on the thin skin there.







Feeling the touch on his ass, Bobby tensed. With the mirror in front of him he flashbacked to the time that Wade sat him on the counter and - like a total slut - came as he watched himself be fingered on the reflection. The blonde snapped, turning his torso and his hands gripped Peter's hair, not too roughly, and forced the other back an inch, "Just cleaning, Pete."

---

Lucille nuzzled under his chin, taking in his scent as she inhaled, "Good. Let's sleep."

---

Remy took her lips again. It was a natural instinct despite his incoherency. When he pulled back, he replied, "Wish we could do dis 24/7, Cher."

---

A bit in retaliation, Logan's hands came up and gripped Cassie's breasts. He massaged and twisted the best he could with the angle he was in and the angle he was given as he ground his erection upwards.





Peter nodded as best he could while Bobby was holding his hair, smile innocent. "Just cleaning," he agreed. "But... it /was/ promised that I'd lick you clean."

---

Sleep. Kurt could do that. He was a sucker for cuddling and had actually managed to convince his body to behave through all this, so sleep was something he could do. He gave Lucille a quick squeeze around her waist before letting go and hauling himself to the middle of the bed, getting comfy in the pillows. There was a blanket beside him that he'd use to cover the young woman; two people's body heat and a nice layer of fur meant Kurt didn't necessarily need one. One arm under a pillow, he held his other out to Lucille, fingers beckoning. "I vant to hold you," he told her softly.

---

"We could," Rogue reminded him. "Or something close to it." Wade had been hanging around more and more over the past few months and it just wasn't fair. Not only that she had to deal with the dangerous, overgrown child that he was, but also that she didn't get to have her Remy around, even though he had arguably done much less bad things than Deadpool. "Ah've been wantin' ta talk ta Charles."

---

Cassie just laughed at him, occasionally fitting her teeth around the bulge in Logan's throat, as if testing to see if she could tear it out with one bite. Already having come once, she didn't have that desperate mindset and was happy to take her time for as long as Logan would allow. Because as much as she pretended, he was in charge and much too strong to challenge. "One of these days," she murmured against his jugular, "I want you to tie me up, and give me your worst."
Bobby flushed a deep maroon, "I thought you were gonna lick my stomach. You don't need to..."

---

A shy blush on her cheeks, Holly took his hand and intertwined the fingers the best she could. She shifted, lowering herself and lying down beside him. Her heart was racing and she couldn't look him in the eye.

---

" 'bout what?" Remy cupped her cheeks and started to kiss her temple.

---

Logan snorted, hips pushing harder, "I would need to take at least a week off from this place."
"I'll do that, too," Peter offered, still smiling pleasantly as if he wasn't offering lick his own semen out of a friend's asshole. His hand was still on Bobby's buttcheek, completely still, but now he smoothed his thumb back and forth over the pale skin. "You can say 'no'," he assured the blonde, looking up at him with big, unblinking eyes, now able to meet the other's gaze, "but... I'd really like to."

---

Kurt smiled gently at the young woman, holding her hand comfortably. "Vould you be uncomfortable if I vanted you closer?" he asked.

---

"'Bout you livin' here." She reached down and carefully removed the condom from Remy's length, as he'd apparently become unaware of it. "Ah know you don't feel like ya should, but Ah'll bet tha others feel different."

---

Holding her lips to his pulse, Cassie ground down onto Logan's lap, rocking back and forth for a few extra moments. She smiled against his skin as she felt his heart rate rise, then nuzzled into the crook of his neck with a hum. "That sounds wonderful. Let's do that."





"Peter, I really don't..." Bobby cringed. He could feel his dick stirring alive at just the thought of the sensation. And, that was what he was trying to avoid. He just wanted to bath, strip his sheets and go to sleep. But, Peter was providing a perfect opportunity.

---

Holly shook her head "no". She snuggled closer silently, still a bit stiff as she was just trying to relax, but with his body so close on a bed like this...she sat up quickly, "Um, the lights..."

---

"Sounds great, Cher," Remy hummed as he rubbed his lips against hers. He was only half listening he was just so tired. Not to mention the mind blowing orgasm.

---

Logan groaned, huffing a little for show to try to get Cassandra riled up. "Don't get cocky brat," he gritted his teeth. "Biting off more than you can chew.'




The spider's features fell in disappointment, but he didn't push. "Okay," he agreed calmly, albeit a little sadly, raising his hand holding the washcloth to get to work. "It wouldn't have been the first time, would it?" He inquired, not yet touching the cloth to Bobby's thigh.

---

Kurt sighed, sometimes he wished he had the ability to clone himself instead of teleport, but it still worked. He ported to the light switch and back, eyes still shining softly in the moonlit room. When the smoke cleared, he once again held his arms out for Holly to snuggle into.

---

"Really?" Rogue asked, excited. He'd always discouraged her from pestering Charles before, so this was big. She pushed herself off the bed, much more together than Remy was, and took his hands to urge him to stand up. "Oh, Remy, this is gon'a be great." Her friends all got to live with their SO's, and now she'd finally get to spend legitimate time with her Cajun love.

---

"You don't know what I can take," Cassandra purred, hips still moving against Logan's rhythmically. "You've never tried."




"First time, what?" The blonde was wary. His skin was burning and while he wasn't afraid of Peter, but it seemed like he was more into this than he was hoping for.

---

Ignoring the smell of sulfur, Holly gave a small giggle before snuggling into his chest. Then, she tugged on his shirt, looking up to him she murmured, "It's a little hot like this."

---

"Wait Chère," Remy tugged her back down. "Where ya goin'?"

---

The grip that Wolverine had on Cassandra's breasts slipped to cup her ass. He squeezed, and ground over and over trying to get some stimulation.
"Getting eaten out," Peter answered simply, reluctant to give up his hold on Bobby's pale cheeks. "Wade must've done it to you before."

---

Kurt gulped. He really shouldn't. "Maybe you vill cool off if you stay still," he suggested weakly.

---

"We're gettin' in the shower, shug," Rogue laughed, letting Remy pull her into his lap.

---

Cassie giggled quietly into Logan's neck, hands still in his hair. "You want something?" she prompted teasingly.
"Well, he isn't the first," Bobby admitted, his hands bracing against the counter once more.

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Holly gave furrowed brows to her teacher and would-be lover, "I get hot easily. And, I want to be able to hold yoi."

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"Oh," Gambit replied before kissing as he neck lovingly. "Okay."

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"Fuck you," Logan smirked.
Sitting back on his heels, Peter looked at the blonde curiously. "Wait, really?"

---

Sighing, Kurt gave in. He raised himself up a few inches and grabbed his shirt by the back of the neck before pulling it off over his head. "Better?" he hoped, settling back in.

---

Rogue hummed, letting the man do as he pleased. There was no use rushing him, and she wasn't in any hurry. "Ah thought you were tired," she chuckled.

---

Pulling back, Cassie stroked her fingers under Logan's chin before gripping it lightly, brows raising suggestively. "Is that a threat, or a promise?"
Looking over his shoulder, Bobby shrugged, "Some girls are into that."

---

Beaming, Lucille nodded, "Ja." She ran a hand down his side as she burrowed closer to him. "So blue. So soft."

---

"I am," Remy slurred into her skin. "Jus' love ya."

---

Raising a brow defiantly, the man snarled in an aroused manner, "Don't think I won't turn you around, slam you onto your stomach and have my way with your ass."




Peter grinned up at him. "So, can I?"

---

Night vision excellent, Kurt watched the young woman with half closed eyes. He did /adore/ being petted. "Zink so?" he murmured, at a loss for words.

---

"Ah love ya too, ya big goof," Rogue sighed happily, letting the reformed thief embrace her. But she seriously had to pee and really wanted to get her makeup off, it was probably smeared to hell by now anyways. "C'mon," she urged again, "tha sooner we get clean, tha sooner we can get back ta this."

---

Cassie's breath hitched and her pupils widened at the thought. Assuming Logan didn't mean /actual/ anal - she was not at all up for that right now - that sounded like the best thing ever, romantic night be damned. Still holding his chin in her hand she kissed him, slow and lingering. Then, breaking their connection, whispered in his ear, "I dare you."
"No," Bobby replied, he stepped away from the counter and around the spider to turn the running water in the tub off. He sighed, hands on his hips, "I want to get clean, and doing that is only gonna do the opposite."

---

Holly nodded, "Ja. Kinda like velvet." Her hand stroked his side once more as she sighed and closed her eyes. "So nice."

---

"Mkay," Remy's eyes closed as he nuzzled into Rouge's shoulder. "Lead da way."

---

His hands on her is, Logan slipped one down her crack and lifted her so he had better access to her genitals. He thrusted to fingers up, harshly as he hissed, "Sure? Can't take it back once I start."
Once again, Peter looked disappointed, a minor pout on his features. He stood, wincing at the bulky object still in his ass, and stood directly in front of the blonde. He was a few inches taller, but right now he felt smaller. "Will you kiss me, at least?"

---

"It is," Kurt agreed, even though he was thinking of something completely different as he hugged Lucille to him. His eyes closed slowly, suddenly as tired as the young woman had looked earlier. This wasn't how his usual night with a lady went, but he was still horribly happy.

---

Rogue let herself stay where he was for a moment, stroking Remy's hair lovingly. After a few moments, she forced herself to stand, taking his hands again and trying to convince him to stand. "C'mon, then."

---

Cassie gasped, eyes fluttering closed as a smile grew on her face. A tingling of anticipation spread from the pit of her stomach throughout her body, even to the tips of her ears. Perhaps this kind of activity was better suited for the soundproof Danger Room, but they'd deal with those consequences later. Staring Logan straight in the eyes, hoping to make him snap, Cassandra murmured two words. "Break me."
A lopsided smile and sigh, Bobby's came to rest on Peter's hip as he turned to face him better. He placed his lips tenderly against the spider's, and was almost resentful that it felt so good.

---

Humming and relaxing into his touch for the night, the teen murmured, "Güt nacht, Leibe."

---

Chuckling, Remy followed up and clumsily rose to his feet. "As you wish, m'lady."

---

In a flash, Logan twisted Cassie around on his lap before bending her over and pressing her face into the blanket as his fingers dug into her hair. He didn't even wait as he slipped his erection out and thrusted instantly.
Peter's body mirrored the blonde's, hands on Bobby's hips as he returned the tender kiss. Tilting his head just slightly more, he pushed to deep their connection, exploring every bit of the other he could reach. The spider's hands, however, stayed firmly put on sharp hips, thumbs caressing soft circles into the creases of Bobby's muscular 'V'.

---

Arms securely around her, chin resting atop her head, Kurt sighed in satisfaction. "Güt nacht, mein kleines Entlein."

---

Rogue rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. She'd never understand why guys got so sleepy after sex, but on Remy it was so damn cute that she didn't care. She led the man to her bathroom; a quick shower and they could fall back into bed together.

---

A squeak of surprise quickly dissolved into a heady groan as Cassie pushed back against Logan. Even though she was used to it, the stretched from his sudden intrusion was incredible. Cheek to the quilt and a knuckle between her teeth to keep from waking the mansion, she consciously worked her inner walls around the wolverine in a way she knew he'd make her regret. "Don't take 'no' for an answer," she breathed.




At first, he didn't think it could really escalate with Peter, but when the younger was taking initiative the blonde pulled back with hazy eyes and bruising red cheeks, "Peter."

---

Logan thrusted harder, but not faster. He leaned forward, towering over Cassie's back and pulling her arm back so she couldn't hide behind her fist. "Don't think you'll be getting out of this the easy way," he smirked into the back of her neck as he angled his hips just right.
Peter hummed in response, blinking slowly. His eyes looked just as glassy as Bobby's but his mind was possibly further away. The things Wade's presence could make him do.... "Yeah?" he answered dreamily.

---

The woman cried out, fingers flexing in Logan's grasp as she struggled to ground herself. Her other hand was fisted tightly in the blanket by her head, knuckles turning white briefly before she could relax. In this position, Cassie's g-spot was at Logan's mercy, and he obviously knew it. Still, she managed to push back to meet him, merely looking flushed.
"Bath is gonna get cold," Bobby murmured. He wanted to step back, but he couldn't find it in himself to let go of the young man.

---

"Let your voice out," the wolverine whispered huskily into her ear. "Scream. Let everyone within a mile away know who exactly is getting satisfied. Let 'em know you're gonna come hard all around my cock." He reached around and began to furiously rub and twist at her clitoris, his thrusts softer but oh so much faster.
"I don't mind," the spider replied softly. He let his eyes close and his nose rest against Bobby's, waiting for the other's lips to return to his.

---

Cassandra moaned, eyes wide, squeezing her bottom lip between her teeth before releasing it to pant out, "Oh, /fuck/. Oh, fuck, ohmygod, fuck, /fuck/." Her hips trembled and shook, unrelated to his thrusting, as her abdominal muscles spasmed hard enough to try and fold in half. This was going to be intense. "No, Logan, oh God, no, please, Logan," she rambled through gasping breaths, eyes closing as they started to roll back in her head.
Releasing a shakey breath, Bobby's hands left the brunette's hips to flatten out his hair from front to back. His hands stopping to cradle the young man's head as he groaned, "Why the fuck are you so damn adorable?"

---

"Louder," Logan prompted. "Louder, or I'll stop. Fucking scream your throat raw."





Peter smiled shyly, cheeks pink as he watched Bobby's face. The younger man merely shrugged, smile widening as he tried not to laugh. "Practice?"

---

"Ah...! Ah!" It only took a few more well-aimed thrusts to rip a true scream from Cassandra's throat. Every muscle in her body contracted at once and stayed tight as she came - hard. She gasped in a breath like she was drowning, only to cry out again. "Oh! Oh God! Logan! Fuck, fuck, Logan, don't stop! Fuck me!" A loud moan turned into a shout as her body shook, muscles still taunt. "Don't stop! Oh God, Logan, don't stop! Make me come again," Cassie pleaded. "Please. I'm so close. Please. Fuck. Logan!" she screamed again, throat scratching.
"Well, stop it," the blonde wheezed out a laugh. "It's killing me."

---

A rough grip was on Cassandra's shoulder. Logan was pulling her close so his thrusts were more rapid and bruising. His other hand gripped her thigh to raise it sideways in the similar position of a dog raising its leg to piss. "Milk me, Lassie. Open up that pussy and swallow my come."
Now Peter had to laugh too, something that didn't help him be any less adorable. "I'm not apologizing," he told Bobby, flashing the other man a killer smile.

---

Cassie's arm came up to reach behind her, over her head. She grabbed a handful of Logan's hair, holding tightly. With each exhale, a desperate sound, getting higher in pitch the closer she got. "Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod," she panted, slowly becoming louder. "Logan. Logan. Oh. Oh! Logan!" The woman squirmed in his grasp, trying to fight the inevitable. "No, no it's too much! I can't. I can't. Logan, I can't. I can't, I can't, I can't, I- Oh. Ah! Ah!" Another wordless scream, thighs trying so hard to clamp shut, and she soon changed her tune. Still ridding high, Cassie begged, "One more! One more! Please, please, please, /please/, fuck, oh god, Logan!"
"You're a brat," the blonde chuckled, brushing his lips against Peter's. Then, he thought, "Wanna fuck with Wade?"

---

"So. Fucking. Tight." Logan nipped at her ear as he fought against her grip on his scalp. "Come on, Lassie. My little bitch in heat. Almost. Gonna come."
"Yes!" the brunette replied instantly. He chased Bobby's mouth with his own, managing a short touch - or three. "What were you thinking?"

---

"Yes, yes, please," she whimpered, throat sore and muscles burning. Her inner thighs were soaked with arousal, cheeks wet with tears, entire body humming. "Oh God, Logan, yes! Please! Fuck me. Come in me. Hold me down, fill me up, breed me like a whore." Cassie's stream of consciousness was entirely unfiltered at this point. Too worn out to match his motions, she just took everything Logan gave her and begged for more. Soon she was fighting it again, desperate to escape as her world was slowly turning white. "Logan!"





Without a warning, just a smirk on his lips, Bobby reached around and - after feeling his way for it - switched the plug on to buzz within the spider.

---

"Fuck," Logan growled and within seconds he came; hard and hot. His hips kept moving, jerking as his spine spasmed from the tension released.
Taken by surprise, Peter's knees buckled at the sensation and he used Bobby to keep himself himself upright. "That's... not what I was expecting," the brunette forced out, but he was grinning. He slowly regained his footing, back to standing solidly with both hands on Bobby's hips. "I'm pretty sure we're messing with me and not Wade," he chuckled, looking totally normal, if a little flushed.

---

The heat flooding her core gave Cassie what she needed to come one last time. Back arching, her body milked the man for all he was worth and then some. Her vision was completely white. Drowning in the amazing feeling, Cassandra screamed his name, "James!"
"C'mere," Bobby instructed as he put a foot in the bath. He sat on the rim of the tub and encourage Peter to copy him. "Sit here. We'll make him squirm since he's banned from coming in."

---

Logan huffed hot and moist air onto Cassie's cheek as he slumped over her. His palms slammed down to give him stability as he let his dick soften and empty.
It took the younger a moment to get situated, not wanting to put pressure on the door. He was still grinning, wondering just what Bobby had in mind.

Wade must've sensed that he was being talked about because there was a loud 'thunk' at the door. It was his forehead against the wood; he was still pouting. "Petey? You almost done? Daddy's lonely."

---

Cassie loosened her grip on Logan's hair as her body continued to push her through her last release. Each time her walls contracted around Logan it set off another wave that her moaning and shaking and contracting again in a blissful vicious cycle. The glowing white in her vision had faded but now /she/ was glowing white. Literally glowing, her mutant powers forced to action from the treatment her body had been put through.
Bobby snorted as he called through the door, "We're just getting started, Wade!" The blonde whispered to Peter, "Let out a moan."

---

A warm smile slipped across the wolverine's lips. He cupped her cheek and turned her neck so he could kiss at the edge of her mouth, "So fucking beautiful."





Peter was happy to comply, releasing a pornstar-quality breathy moan, just loud enough for Wade to hear.

On the other side of the door, the merc's ears perked up and his eyes widened slightly. Now he pressed both hands to the door as well. "Petey? Are you okay?"

But Peter didn't answer him. Instead he winked at the blonde and moaned out, "Oh, Bobby, right there."

---

Cassie smiled at his words, tearfilled eyes closing. Her hand came to rest over the back of Logan's, the other in his hair massaging the scalp where she had been pulling. "You said you loved it when I'm glowing," she murmured.
The blonde grinned, placing a kiss to Peter's cheek as encouragement, "Oh, Pete, you're so fucking good. Touch me and I'll touch you more here."

---

Licking his lips, Logan pulled out, wrapping his arms about her waist and rolling onto his side. "I love you so much, Cassandra."
A pitiful puppy whimper could be heard outside the door and Peter just smiled wider. "Oh, God, Bobby. You're /so big/," he smirked, nudging the blonde's knee with his own.

"No fair!" Wade whined, trying the knob. "You locked me out!"

---

A hand on Logan's cheek, Cassie looked up at him with tender eyes. Her glow was fading slowly as her breathing evened out. She mirrored his sentiments in a soft voice, "I love you so much, Logan." A gentle smile graced her face, slightly cheeky. "Thank you for dancing with me tonight."
Bobby tried not to laugh as he covered his mouth with his palm. He exhaled so he could respond in his lusty tone, "Oh, Daddy, Petey is so good, so tastey." The blonde rubbed the spider's shoulders playfully.

---

Nuzzling into her neck, Logan ran a sentimenal through Cassie's hair, "If it makes you smile..."
The spider bowed his head as he stifled laughter. Even he didn't call Wade 'Daddy', so this would drive him nuts.

"Won't you let Daddy share, baby boy?" came Wade's hopeful voice through the door.

Getting himself together, Peter gasped out, "Oh! Yeah! Harder!"

---

Cassie turned her head to kiss his temple. "And thanks for 'dancing' with me tonight."






Peter was happy to comply, releasing a pornstar-quality breathy moan, just loud enough for Wade to hear.

On the other side of the door, the merc's ears perked up and his eyes widened slightly. Now he pressed both hands to the door as well. "Petey? Are you okay?"

But Peter didn't answer him. Instead he winked at the blonde and moaned out, "Oh, Bobby, right there."

---

Cassie smiled at his words, tearfilled eyes closing. Her hand came to rest over the back of Logan's, the other in his hair massaging the scalp where she had been pulling. "You said you loved it when I'm glowing," she murmured.
The blonde grinned, placing a kiss to Peter's cheek as encouragement, "Oh, Pete, you're so fucking good. Touch me and I'll touch you more here."

---

Licking his lips, Logan pulled out, wrapping his arms about her waist and rolling onto his side. "I love you so much, Cassandra."
A pitiful puppy whimper could be heard outside the door and Peter just smiled wider. "Oh, God, Bobby. You're /so big/," he smirked, nudging the blonde's knee with his own.

"No fair!" Wade whined, trying the knob. "You locked me out!"

---

A hand on Logan's cheek, Cassie looked up at him with tender eyes. Her glow was fading slowly as her breathing evened out. She mirrored his sentiments in a soft voice, "I love you so much, Logan." A gentle smile graced her face, slightly cheeky. "Thank you for dancing with me tonight."
Bobby tried not to laugh as he covered his mouth with his palm. He exhaled so he could respond in his lusty tone, "Oh, Daddy, Petey is so good, so tastey." The blonde rubbed the spider's shoulders playfully.

---

Nuzzling into her neck, Logan ran a sentimenal through Cassie's hair, "If it makes you smile..."
The spider bowed his head as he stifled laughter. Even he didn't call Wade 'Daddy', so this would drive him nuts.

"Won't you let Daddy share, baby boy?" came Wade's hopeful voice through the door.

Getting himself together, Peter gasped out, "Oh! Yeah! Harder!"

---

Cassie turned her head to kiss his temple. "And thanks for 'dancing' with me tonight."





"Oh, Pete, your voice is so perverted," Bobby wiggled his body as he tried not to burst out laughing. "And, your cock. I want it inside. Oh, Peter!"

---

Logan snorted, "If it makes you smile..."
Peter just about choked on his tongue trying not to laugh. Bobby's ridiculous shimmy wasn't helping. Waggling brown brows and giving the other a goofy look, he called out, "You're so tight, Bobby! Your sweet ass feels so good around my hard cock!" While trying to contain his silent laughter, the spider slipped slightly in his seat on the tub. This time, his deep moan was for real.

---

"Oh, God, yes," Cassie purred. She'd be feeling this in the morning, her throat was already starting to hurt, but it was worth it. "But...."
Bobby cupped Peter's cheeks and meshed his lips with the spider's. Pulling away, he pressed their foreheads together, "Oh, damn, so good."

---

"But...?"
Picking up on the change in tone, Wade knocked softly. "Petey?"

Once again, Peter ignored him. His breath ghosted over Bobby's lips as his face flushed. This new position forced the plug further inside him, putting serious pressure on the toy and making the vibrations feel more intense. Eyes sliding closed, Peter rocked his hips just slightly and gave up another low moan.

---

Cassie grinned teasingly, "You can do better."
Bobby wasn't sure what to do. He gripped Peter's hips, stilled them and whispered into his ear, "Calm down, Peter."

---

Smiling in spite if himself, Logan shook his head as he gave a heavy spank to Cassandra's ass. "Brat "



With a deep breath, Peter blinked his eyes back open, looking at Bobby a little sheepishly. "Fine, Wade," he replied, hands balled into fists on his thighs, "just... feels so good." This time he wasn't saying it to mess with the merc, and it was pretty obvious with the way his eyes were locked on Bobby's.

---

Cassie hummed from the hard hit, peppering gracious kisses up his neck, jaw, and cheek. She pinched one of his untouched nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "So were you serious when you said you could do this for a week?" she smirked. "Because I was."
Stroking the brunette's cheeks with his thumbs, Bobby pressed his lips to Peter's once more. Tilting his head and swiping his tongue along them.

---

Looking down with heavily lidded eyes, Logan replied, "Need to get the time off first."
Peter opened instantly for Bobby, body language welcoming. It took everything the kid had not to begin rocking against the porcelain again, the blonde was a pretty good distraction. One of his hands settled on Bobby's hip, the other cradling his neck. In their silence, another grumble of 'not fair' came through the door, making Peter smile into the kiss.

---

"You /are/ the boss," Cassie reminded him with a slow twist of her wrist, nose against his jaw.
Bobby rubbed his tongue along the roof of the younger's mouth as he rubbed his hands on Peter's thighs. He spread them wider, and dragged his thumbs along the joints that connected to the spider's pelvis.

---

"Which means I have to make sure that everything will be all right before I leave," Logan murmured against her temple.
The brunette moaned softly, no longer for show, as he let Bobby have his way. His hand at the blonde's neck traveled over his shoulder and down his arm, stopping to cover his wrist. Fingers caressed the thin skin on the underside the other's forearm, always gentle. His tongue stroked at Bobby's, not even trying to challenge his dominance.

---

"Let Jean handle it," Cassie replied softly, flat hand massaging his chest where'd she previously been teasing, loving the sheer power just under his skin. "We could take a real vacation. Do something special."




Bobby's touch was slow, but rough circles. He suddenly felt the need for Peter to squirm under his fingers and he nipped at lips as he pulled away before suckling at a jugular.

---

Logan ran his fingers through his fianceé's hair and kissed a brow. "Don't think I don't wanna. I just need to make sure Red will be fine with just her and Chuck here. It's a different story compared to just having a batch during the holidays."
Exhaling roughly, the spider shifted as he started to get harder. The toy inside him was just a tease at this setting, but it had gotten his skin tingling. Now Bobby's not-so-gentle assault had him hot and bothered, and it showed. His fingers around the blonde's wrist tightened slightly, but they weren't asking him to stop.

---

"Even if it meant we'd come back husband and wife?" Cassie tempted, disappointed at his answer.
Bobby, himself, was growing an erection. His hands slipped beneath Peter's thighs and he propped the younger atop his lap, their dicks rubbing together. The blonde slipped a hand lower behind Peter to amp up the vibe.

---

"Hey," Logan kissed her, "it's not like it's impossible for me to get time off. I'm just sayin' it's gonna take some time for it to happen."

Wade was silent behind the door as the brunette's little gasps and moans floated through.

Peter noticed the quiet but couldn't bring himself to care. Not when Bobby's prick was pressed against his. His forehead on the blonde's shoulder, the spider's hands wrapped around both himself and Bobby, fingers lacing. He slowly, very slowly, pumped his hands up and down over them both. "Fuck, Bobby," he panted.

---

Cassie still wasn't too happy, but she seemed to accept this. "Still sucks," she mumbled, hand to his cheek. Her glow had completely faded away by now. "Because there is no way I am facing anybody in this school for the next week. Not after what they just heard."
The blonde gritted his teeth as his hands massaged the meaty bulbs that were Peter's ass. "Damn, Pete," he hissed. "Faster."

---

Logan snorted, "Not like they never heard it before."




There was a sharp 'bang' on the door, and Peter jumped, startled, his hands squeezing. He slumped against the blonde's shoulder with a shaky groan, hands still tight around them both.

---

Cassie blushed at the thought. "But not like /that/," she whined, burying her face in Logan's chest. She thought about how Hank will probably avoid eye contact for, like, a month and groaned. "Your fault," she said into his pecs.
"Fuck!" Bobby threw his head back as he couldn't keep his voice in. "Fuck, damn!"

---

"You dared me," Logan placed a kiss atop her head as he rubbed her back. "And, told me not to take 'no' for an answer."
With the loud approval from the blonde, Peter kept his hands squeezing tight as he started to piston them again, even though it was hard for him to think straight like this. His breathing grew more erratic and his shoulders started to twitch, body convulsing randomly as his orgasm built. "Bobby. Bobby, I'm- you wanted- clean- I can't-" was as much of a coherent sentence as the brunette could get out.

---

"And it was incredible," she admitted, humming in pleasure at his gentle touch. "But you made me be loud," Cassie countered, grumbling, "Bet it's already on twitter...."
"Do it," Bobby huffed. "Do it, Peter." Frozen tips prodded at the brunette's chest-buds, twisting slightly as the blonde's mouth suckled under the balljoint of Peter's jaw. Murmuring into skin, breathing his words out, "So close. Come. Come."

---

Nuzzling his nose into the hair around an ear, Logan chuckled dryly, "Think of the faces when they find your panties in the yard."
Peter came with a strangled sob, legs shaking in Bobby's lap as the nearly clear liquid dribbled out the tip of his cock and ran down his hands. He was too spent to shoot anything off. Panting hard and whimpering desperately, he continued to stroke both himself and Bobby together as the toy that was buzzing inside him slowly got closer and closer to being unbearable. "Please, please come," he begged the blonde, body trembling. "It's too much. Please, Bobby."

---

The woman whined wordlessly against Logan's chest. "You're the worst," she told him, voice pouty. "I'm wasting your next Saturday making you come shopping. You owe me."




The spider's pleas were all it took for Bobby to hit the edge. The blonde released a harsh groan, toes curling and knees lifting as he pebbled Peter's wrist and his hips bucked in completion.

---

"I know, I know," Logan sighed. "I'll even let you buy two."
Peter removed his hands the second Bobby's dick stopped twitching. Knowing the blonde wanted to stay clean, he dropped his arms to his sides to avoid smearing their mess on him. He was still panting against the other's neck, body trembling nonstop. He fidgeted in Bobby's lap, wanting to get away from the constant vibrations wrecking him from the inside. But in his post orgasmic haze, Wade's voice was strong in his head and it ordered him not to touch the toy. Or to let Bobby touch it; not yet.

"The water's... going to get cold," Peter breathed, still somehow retaining his natural wit, as he nuzzled into the crook of the older man's neck.

---

"Will you also let me suck you off in the dressing rooms?" Cassie teased, not even sure herself if she was joking.
"Washcloth," Bobby panted. He didn't see any point in getting into the tub when both of them were covered in filth. The blonde slipped Peter off of his lap and he rose to his feet. He wiped the one foot that had been sitting in the tub on the matt before got a new washcloth, soaked it in cool water, and started to clean off the spider first from head to toe.

---

"Hell," Logan smirked, "I'll suck you off in the dressing rooms if you want."
He didn't even protest as Bobby wiped him down. The cool cloth was a nice relief for his hot skin. The infuriating thing in Peter's ass had him squirming while the blonde worked, and gripping the edge of the tub until his knuckles were turning white. "Thank you," he sighed weakly. He held a hand out to take the rinsed cloth from Bobby in order to switch roles.

---

With an intrigued hum, Cassie stretched up to kiss him, one hand still softly cupping Logan's cheek. She rubbed a knee against the front of one of his thighs. "So, exactly how fast does that healing factor of yours work, again?"
Bobby complied, helping Peter to his feet and reaching around to turn the vibrator off.

---

Logan rose a wary brow, "What are ya up to, Lassie?"




At this, Peter did protest. "No, Wade wouldn't want-," he paused, swallowing as his head started to clear. "Wouldn't want that...."

---

Mostly just to mess with him, Cassie grinned, "Wanna go again?"
Bobby kissed Peter softly before replying, "Wade's not here. And, I want this off when we get in the tub." He kissed him again and flicked the switch off.

---

"Do I? Yeah, but," the wolverine reached down and stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles, "I don't wanna permanently damage that throat of yours. I'll miss your voice."
"Do I get to keep it in?" the spider asked, sounding a little wary. He wasn't exactly sure what he even wanted the answer to be. The afterglow from getting off with Bobby was a lot different compared to how he felt after Wade would forcefully pull his orgasms from him. Not particularly better or worse, but different. And without so much a peep from the merc on the other side of the door, it was easier to ignore the reflexive responses Wade had, literally, pounded into him.

---

Cassandra's eyes closed at his gentle touch, a soft smile on her lips. Logan could be so sweet, and it didn't take much for him to melt her heart. "I can be quiet," she promised.
Bobby shrugged. His consciousness was a lot more clear than Peter's, so he responded with, "I'd prefer you didn't, but it's up to you."

---

"Idiot," he tapped her lips, then the tip of her nose with a finger, "hushing your voice does worse for your vocal chords."
Without too much more thought Peter answered, "In." He began carefully cleaning the blonde with the wet cloth in his hand, pausing occasionally to rinse it in the sink. They were definitely filthy - not that he minded. After a bit of silence the spider spoke up, "You don't like what Wade does to me?"

---

She giggled quietly, face scrunching at his touch. "Didn't know that," Cassie told him honestly. It was probably best they didn't, anyway, as getting yet another orgasm out of her now would prove difficult. Wade would always- she shook her head slightly to discard the thought. That could be brought up later. "Telling me to scream til my throat's raw can't be too good for them, either."






Trying to be still, Bobby watched Peter's hands move about his body. "It's not that...exactly," he answered. "I mean, whatever makes you happy, I just...would prefer to see you be treated more...well, with more thought."

---

"That's true," Logan nodded. "But, I ain't gonna make it worse."
Peter's movements stilled for a split second before continuing. "Wade thinks about me," he replied slowly, foggy mind working. "He'd say it's about what I need, not what I want."

---

"I kinda wish you would," Cassie smirked at him.
Bobby bit his tongue, metaphorically. He wanted to object to that silly notion, but Peter and Wade had a history that he couldn't butt into. He didn't want to start a fight or even make it seem as though he was trying to get Peter to drop Wade. So, the blonde simply sighed, waiting for when the spider would be done and they could jump in the bath.

---

Logan tapped Cassandra's forehead, "Keep talkin' like that and I'll throw you over my shoulder just like this and take my sweet time getting us back to my room."
Peter straightened up from where he'd been wiping down Bobby's feet. Before he could completely sober up and get too embarrassed, he forced a confession out to the blonde. "I like how you treat me," he admitted, blushing lightly. "Always gentle." Versus Wade, who was only sometimes gentle, usually when Peter was trying to live his normal life and not when they were in bed.

---

She should've known by now not to challenge the wolverine, but Cassie's eyes narrowed at the thought. The halls were probably deserted, everyone asleep or at least close to it. "You wouldn't."
"Well," Bobby cleared his throat, "I'm glad I could make you happy, then."

---

Logan simply rose both brows. He was silently daring her to prove him wrong.




For some reason, this response didn't sit right with the spider. Now he kind of regretted saying it in the first place. "Bath?" Peter prompted, hoping to relieve the awkwardness.

---

After a long moment of silence, a broad smile slowly spread over Cassie's face. "You would," she decided. "Because you'd know where everybody was," the woman continued, referencing Logan's super senses, "and wouldn't get caught. Hell, in that case, I'll walk."
"Yeah," Bobby nodded, then gripped Peter's chin with twisted lips, "and, I'll put some ointment on these scratches when we get out. Sorry, about that."

---

Logan rolled onto his back with a sigh. He ran a hand through his hair, the other on his stomach. "Just give this old man a moment to breathe."
"It's okay," Peter assured him. "I didn't mind." Honestly, he couldn't even quite remember Bobby scratching him so he definitely hadn't minded when it happened. They did kind of burn a bit now, though. A barely-there tickle at the base of his skull had him looking to the door before Wade had even knocked. Apparently the merc had gotten tired of being patient.

"Petey? Almost done?"

---

Cassandra snuggled up to the man, her front to his side, with an arm over his abdomen. Logan could take all the time he wanted, as far as she was concerned. She loved him like this. Releasing a soft, contented sigh, Cassie mused, "So was that really you letting loose? Or are you still holding out on me?"
Bobby rolled his eyes at the mercenary. "Patience is a virtue, Daddy," the blonde called back teasingly.

---

Feigning ignorance, Logan replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
There was a low groan from outside the bathroom. "You're killing me, Blondie. You'd better still be calling me that when you get your skinny ass back out here."

Next to Bobby, the spider shivered at Wade's tone.

---

"Please," Cassie smiled slightly, knowing his game. She drew nonsense patterns into Logan's stomach with light fingers, occasionally letting them trail fairly low but never touching anything important. "I don't think you even bit me once," she chided playfully. "What happened?"

 

[Deer Teeth]

"Fat chance," Bobby murmured as he rolled his eyes, again. Then, he winked to Peter before taking the young man's hand and leading him into the tub. He stepped in one patient foot at a time before waiting for Peter to join him.

---

"Maybe all that dancing tired me out," Logan snorted. His hand came up to catch the one that was drawing on him, intertwining their fingers and letting his thumb rub against smooth flesh.
The brunette huffed a laugh, following Bobby's lead and stepping carefully into the still hot water. Wade was going to be a serious pain in the ass after this. But so far, it was worth it. Just standing in the calf-deep water, Peter leaned in and pressed his lips to to the blonde's.

---

Cassie hummed softly, eyes closing. "Then you really /are/ getting old," she teased. "Did you know you're sappier when you're tired? It's adorable... in a dumb, gross way."
Bobby hummed into the touch. He pulled away for just a second before kissing Peter, again. The blonde placed his hands on the younger's elbows and he slowly started to crouch down into the pool of water, lips still connected to the spider's, gently dragging the twenty year old down with him.

---

Logan snorted, "I'll never compliment you ever, again."

Peter matched Bobby's pace, slowly lowering himself to sit crosslegged in the still-hot water with a gracefulness only Spiderman possessed. Soon his knees were bumping against the other's and suddenly Peter felt that he wanted to be in the blonde's arms. The feeling wasn't strong enough to make him give up those beautiful lips, though.

---

She laughed brightly, turning her face against Logan's chest. "If you're not careful, the kids will all think you're going soft."
Bobby pulled away, smiling. He reached over to where his 2 in 1 sat on the ledge. He poured a small amount in his palm, shuffling his hands to lather.

---

"Think they already think that," Logan admitted.



Peter smiled back, the look in his eyes a little distant. His hands smoothed over Bobby's thighs under the water in long, thoughtless strokes as he silently watched the blonde.

They were no longer being bothered by Wade, for the moment at least.

---

"Sorry," Cassandra giggled, not sounding sorry at all. "Probably my fault."
Soapy hands were in Peter's hair. Bobby's fingers danced about, rubbing the scalps and roots in circles. He hummed, "Tell me how you like it if you don't like the way I do it."

---

"Definitely your fault," Logan nodded.
Peter didn't reply, merely sighing as he bowed his head to Bobby, chin to his chest. After a few long seconds of silence he breathed, "Perfect." The excess shampoo dripped directly from his forehead without a chance of running into his eyes. The warm tingling in his scalp spread all the way down past his shoulders and he released a second sigh of pure relaxation.

---

"Jerk!" Cassie laughed quietly, squeezing his hand. "Guess I shouldn't show you affection ever again," she joked, copying what Logan had said earlier.
Bobby chuckled at the other warmly. He slowed his touch, moving to the base of Peter's skull as he inquired, "How does Wade rinse you off? Dunk? Spray?"

---

Logan squeezed her hand back, smiling. He was silent. Simply looking straight into hers eyes.
It actually took the spider a few seconds to even process the question, mind moving even slower than Bobby's fingers. "Spray," he finally answered.

---

Cassie tipped her head slightly, watching Logan watch her. Eventually she couldn't stand the silence, searching his eyes as a smile was growing. "What?" she breathed a laugh.



Bobby bobbed his head on acknowledgement, and stood after rinsing his hands in the bathwater. He reached up for the shower head and turned the knob so the warm spray hit Peter just right. He crouched down, and ran his hands through the younger's hair to help get rid of the suds.

---

Logan shook his head with a smile, "Just thinking that I can't imagine a future without you." He squeezed her hand, "I want you to always look this happy when you're with me."
Peter hummed pleasantly at the feeling; this was wonderful. Not that it didn't feel just as good when Wade cleaned him up, but like everything else it was somehow different with Bobby. Once the shampoo was completely gone from his hair, the brunette lifted his head and let the water run over his face and chest. He blinked away drops that collected on his lashes, waiting for Bobby's guidance on what to do next.

---

Cassandra's first reaction was to tease the man for being a giant, gross, ball of sap and bad romcom lines. But the way her heart melted at Logan's sincerity made it easy to ignore that reflex. "You make it hard for me to be anything else," she replied softly. She, however, /could/ imagine the man without her in the future, and it hurt. And since there was currently no way that she knew of to stop that future - where a man who doesn't age will ultimately outlive his love - she didn't mention it. No reason to ruin this moment.
"Wanna do my hair?" Bobby suggested as he held the container in his hand.

---

Logan looked away as an overbearing grin stretched across his lips. His fingers carressing the skin of Cassie's hand, as though in a nervous fidget.
Parker nodded silently, taking the bottle. He cupped a hand in the warm downpour above him, then ran it through Bobby's hair to dampen it. A dollop of the oozing soap in his palm, he brought both hands to the other's head and quickly worked up a lather in the blonde hair. Once it was nice a sudsy, Peter took his time massaging Bobby's scalp with slow, firm touches, just like the man did for him.

---

Adjusting her position to sit up slightly, Cassie cupped Logan's cheek in her free hand and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips. "I will always love you," she murmured her promise.
Bobby's eyes closed. A tingle going down his spine and settling at the base of it. His jaw fell open and he sighed, "No one's ever done this for me before."

---

Logan's fingers twisted the ring on Cassie's. He kissed her back, sitting up and taking the young woman with him before he scooped her up to sit on his lap, straddle him, and he slowly dipped his forming erection into her. He nipped her lips before pulling back, "You fuck me up more than anyone else can, you know that, Lassie?"




"Really?" Peter sounded a bit surprised. He wouldn't mention Wade right now, but he'd just figured that the merc had always cleaned Bobby up the way he did the spider. His thumbs rubbed slowly along the hairline at Bobby's forehead, back and forth, while the rest of Peter's fingers worked at his crown and dipped behind his ears. "You've been missing out."

---

Still sensitive, Cassandra shuddered at being opened but accepted the new position greedily. "Proud of it, too," she purred with a smirk, hands sliding over Logan's chest.
"Damn right," Bobby sighed, again. "My head is tingling. You're really good with your fingers, Peter."

---

"Maybe a little too proud," Logan bucked his hips upwards as he became more solid in moist heat.
"So I've been told," Peter managed to joke, hands moving to knead at the back of Bobby's head and base of his skull. "It's even better outside the shower. I could show you. Later. If you want," the spider offered, almost shyly.

---

Cassie gasped at his motion, fingertips digging into the tops of his shoulders. Her toes curled up tightly as she pushed downwards to seat herself deep in Logan's lap. "Something wrong with that?" the woman challenged, breathless. She ground her pelvic bone up against his, eyes fluttering closed at the rub to her clitoris. "I guess I wouldn't mind being taken down a peg."
Mind a little numb, the blonde replied, "Like a massage?"

---

Logan smirked up, hands on her hips before gripping at her ass, "Tell me a fantasy."
"Yeah, like a massage," Peter confirmed, a small smile being heard in his soft voice. "It's nicer because you can relax more; you don't have to hold your head up." He gently pulled Bobby forwards, just enough to duck his head under the running water, and continued to wash the blonde's hair, rinsing out all the shampoo.

---

Surprisingly, Cassie turned a nice shade of pink at Logan's request. "Besides you tying me down and giving up your self control? I think I should keep those to myself for now," she giggled, maybe a little nervously.





Bobby rested his hands on Peter's knees to steady himself as the water ran. He shivered at the contrast of temperature and goosebumps formed on his skin. When he pulled back, water dripped from his strong features - chin, jawline, cheekbones - and his flushed skin worked against his fair hair and eyes.

---

"C'mon," Logan urged. He rolles his hips and squeezed her round cheeks as he kissed at her collarbone. "I wanna bring that pretty color back."
He was stunning, Peter decided, and the spider told him so as he reached out and ran a hand through Bobby's hair one last time, to get it out of his face and push some of the water out. "Just... stunning," he repeated in a whisper.

---

"You mean like this?" With a little concentration, Cassie began to glow again, the faint white light emanating from her breastbone. She sighed and pulsed around Logan as the sensations it brought came rushing back.
Bobby blushed at the compliment. He gripped Peter's wrists and kissed him, eyes closing at the sensation as it was becoming a comfortable familiar one. He didn't quite pull back as he murmured against bruised lips, "I think you are, too."

---

Logan groaned. Not just at Cassandra contracting around him, but the sight that came with it. He lifted her off of him, sitting on her knees. He kissed her navel, "Stand up, Baby."
Peter just responded with with another kiss, since Bobby had stayed close enough for him to take advantage. Maybe he should put some thought into being an X-man. But the water raining down on them both was starting to run a little colder and he wanted to get out before they both turned pruney. Lips still locked, the younger slowly started to stand, trust that with the blonde's hands around his wrists, he'd get the message.

---

Cassie looked a bit confused and a bit more disappointed at the loss of contact, but she complied. She got to her feet, straightening up and running hands through her hair too settle it.
Bobby followed by instinct. He didn't want to let go of those lips and when they accidentally slipped apart as he tried to hurriedly follow, he immediately replaced with a bit of force. Nipping the bottom lip and tugging lightly. Bobby had lost count as to how many times he came that night, even so much that he pissed himself, again. But, his body was so reactive to not just Wade but even Parker. It was embarrassing and even that thought was getting his stomach flipping and dick twitching.

---

Without warning, Logan threw one of Cassie's thighs over his shoulder as he remained sitted. His hands on her ass now, he restes her bodyweight in his palms as he brought he forward and he started to harshly suckle her bud.




Things were getting heated and Peter tried to urge Bobby out of the tub, but he wasn't too interested in breaking their current connection. Shower sex with a living ice cube was probably a bad idea. With one hand glued to the wall the spider used his foot to turn the water off; the bathtub could be drained later. He put his foot down on the bath mat and carefully coaxed the blonde to join him. Soon they stood in the middle of the bathroom, dripping wet,
- Peter shivering occasionally - and making out.

---

"Hey, what the- ohmygod!" Cassie exclaimed, both hands flying to Logan's hair not only for balance but also to ground herself against the assault. "Nonono, fuck," she panted, already overwhelmed and trying to pull away. "Ohmygod, Logan, stop."
Bobby pulled away, gasping for air. He ran a hand through his soaked locks and looked around. Finding a towel, he heaved a sigh and said -as he started to dry himself briskly - "We have to get out of here." Then, he turned to Peter, and started to wipe down the brunette's shoulders.

---

With a smirk on his lips, Logan shook his head "no" to her demand; knowing full away it would create friction against her clitoris.
"Okay," Peter agreed, but he blinked at the blonde with confusion in his eyes. "Too hot?" he guessed. It had gotten a bit steamy - literally, the mirror had even fogged up - and Iceman wasn't known for dealing well with heat.

---

A pleading whine escaped Cassie's lips. She was now trying to escape Logan's grip and push him away at the same time, though not with very much force. "No, seriously, please. I can't do it again, I'm not kidding. Oh," she moaned, raised leg quivering.
Bobby smiled weakly, placing a kiss to Peter's cheek, "Yeah. Gonna melt, can't breathe."

---

"Are you sure?" Logan's words were muffled by the sensitive flesh. "Doesn't sound like it."
Returning the smile, Peter took the towel from Bobby; he'd finish drying off after the other was more comfortable. He unlocked the door and opened it, letting a seated Wade Wilson fall backwards onto the tile. The merc had apparently been sitting against the door, waiting.

"Petey-Pie!" he exclaimed, still crosslegged and lying on his back. "I missed you!"

Peter looked a bit amused but just went back to toweling off his hair. "Hi, Wade," he responded dryly.

---

"No. I'm sure. Oooh, fuck." Cassie hung her head as a wave of weakness spread out from the base of her spine. She still squirmed in Logan's hands, trying to close her legs and block him out. "I can't get there," she told him, knowing fully well that she could just that it took a while.





Bobby walked past Peter and Wade, both. He didn't even care that he was nude as he welcomed the A/C against his skin. He jumped onto the only clean corner of his bed and spread his arms and thighs as be reveled and sighed at the sensation of air circulating his body.

---

"Then, I should work harder," Logan replied. He loved a challenge, and he knew Cassie's spots. He lifted her a littlw higher so he could swirl his tongue inside her and swipe against her fidgeting walls.
Wade, the only clothed person in the room as he had put on sweatpants, scrambled to his feet to love on Peter while the younger continued to get dry. "Blondie, didja see what I did?" he asked excitedly, forcing Peter into the doorway so he could hold the boy and watch Bobby at the same time. The sheets on the blonde's bed weren't actually the dirty ones from earlier, but clean, brand new sheets in a stark white.

---

"Nooo," the woman moaned, starting to melt in Logan's arms. "Please don't. I don't - oh fuck! - I don't want to. I can't." But her body defied her words, hips starting to jerk and twitch as legs continued to tremble.
"Nope," Bobby sighed instantly. His eyes were closed and he didn't have a care in the world. His body was cooling and that took prominence in his mind.

---

"C'mon, Baby," Logan hummed as he rotated his jaw and interchanged between long hard sucks and long hard licks. "Come on my face. You can do it."
Wade whined, bottom lip coming out in a ridiculous pout before he snapped back to normal. Hanging off Peter's shoulders, he started to describe to Bobby the changes he'd apparently made. "So I got you new sheets - really high quality too, they're like the Egyptian kind? - and in white so you can bleach them, because you didn't have any spare sheets and dude, I get that you're a bachelor and all, but c'mon. And a rubber mattress pad because you are just super into water sports, apparently," Wade continued, refusing to acknowledge that he was responsible in those instances. "They're really great cuz you can just wipe 'em down and then you don't ruin your mattress. Oh! I got you a new mattress, too. But it's not coming til like next month or something, I don't know, the website was mmph-!" He finally shut up when Peter shoved his damp towel in the mercenary's face and pulled away to join Bobby in spreading out on the bed.

"Told you he likes you," he mumbled to the blonde.

---

"No, I can't, I really can't," Cassie insisted. She closed her eyes against the building tightness in her abdomen, whimpering when it stopped growing and held firm. "It hurts, it's too much. Please, Logan," she begged, "oh God. Ohmygod." She moaned again, more in frustration than pleasure this time. "I can't, I can't!"
"It's okay," Bobby was still smiling and not acknowledging anything else the merc rambled to him. He blindly searched for Peter's hand and gripped it when be found it. "I like him, too."

---

With one last swipe of his tongue, Logan pulled back but didn't drop Cassie from his hold as he supported her. He neither spoke nor looked to her as he softly blew against the glistening flesh.







Lying on his stomach, Peter turned his head to give the blonde a curious look, but he was happy to weave their fingers together. "You do?"

---

The strong coil deep inside relaxed a bit but didn't unwind, leaving Cassie tense and panting and sufficiently unhappy for a variety of reasons. A shudder coursed through her body as the cool breath hit her, making her whine. She was still glowing and it flashed with her pulse like a strobe light.
"Yeah," Bobby half-chuckled. He glanced over at Wade for the first time in a long while. "I might want to keep you."

---

"So sexy," one of Logan's hands rubbed at Cassie's abdomen as he whispered out his praised. "So beautiful."
Peter's eyebrows rose, "Me?" He smirked, slight blush thankfully being covered by his existing flush from their hot shower. "Bold move, Drake."

Wade wasn't bothered by Bobby's non-reaction to his small gifts; it was better than Peter's reactions that usually included mild annoyance and making him take everything back. He stood leaning against the wall with his arms crossed casually across his bare chest, watching his beautiful boys interact with a grin.

---

Taking a second to catch her breath, Cassie laid a hand over Logan's one on her stomach. "Didn't I tell you not to take 'no' for an answer?" she finally smiled.
Bobby returned blue eyes on the younger man, "Is it?" He lifted Peter's hand in his and kissed the back of his fingers.

---

Logan snorted, "Got distracted by the light show." He kissed on the inside of a thigh, "You never told me a fantasy."
"Yeah," Peter snorted, nodding his head in Wade's direction, "you've gotta compete with that maniac."

---

Still not spilling her kinky day dreams, Cassie just smiled down at him. "How about 'amazing you'? Never thought a little light show could do that." She sighed, shifting as her body relaxed some more. "You should see me with lasers."




Bobby scoffed with a wave of his hand, "That's nothing."

---

Logan swiped his tongue once against Cassie's clit. "Don't change the subject, Lassie."
Wade just laughed from his spot against the wall. "Do I get to be a part of this? Because I'm not letting you steal my Petey."

---

Cassie gasped, jerking away before falling into giggles. "You first," she challenged.
Bobby released an exagerrated sigh. He sat up, looking over at mercenary, "I guess. If that's what Pete wants."

---

"Ah-ah," Logan gave another swipe before a kiss. "I asked first."
Pushing off the wall, Wade crossed to the two, running a teasing hand up Peter's calf before falling into bed next to the brunette, bouncing on impact. "Petey /always/ wants me," he said, nuzzling into the back of his neck. Peter rolled his eyes, ignoring the merc. "Seriously, Bobby. Did you just ask me out?"

Wade 'oooo'ed from behind his spider.

---

Cassie groaned, tipping her head back and facing the sky to take a steadying breath. "I really don't think you'll be happy with them," she said finally with a laugh.
Bobby wasn't sure how to respond. Was this like Wade's question as to whether or not the blonde and the merc were "serious"? Iceman shrugged, "Dunno. I like you. Comfortable with you." He snorted, "I'd rather spend time with you than with Hero, here." He gestured to Wade at the title of "Hero".

---

Huffing, Logan gripped beneath both of Cassie's thighs and centered his strength to throw Cassie's other leg over his other shoulder. He held her close so she wouldn't fall, and now neither of her feet were touching the ground. "Now I wanna know even more," the wolverine snarled.



Not a hero," Wade growled into Peter's neck. "Have you seen my movie? My whole intro is dedicated to me /not/ being a hero."

Peter smiled slightly at Bobby's words, ignoring Wade's. "I'm not really around here much."

---

Her breathe caught in her throat, hands once again finding themselves in Logan's hair. "I guess you'll have to work for it," she finally breathed.
"I know," Bobby admitted. He smiled despite it, "but maybe you could find an excuse to come by more often. This one," again, he gestured to the brooding Wade, "sure does."

---

Licking his lips, Logan rose a daring brow. "Think I could stand up and carry you back down to the bed? Suck your pussy and have you scream in the halls."
"Yeah, but /I'm/ not an Avenger," Wade butt in again. "See? Not a hero."

Peter knocked the heel of his foot into the merc's shin, momentarily shutting him up. "I'm pretty sure I could find the time." He squeezed Bobby's hand, "For this."

---

He didn't even have to touch her. Cassie gasped at the thought, arousal surging. "Fuck. You'd do it, too. You dick."
Bobby rolled onto his side, his hand squeezing back as he faced Peter. "I'd like that," he murmured and leaned in to kiss the younger man.

---

Logan snorted, "Gonna tell me, then?"
Peter returned the blonde's affections with a smile.

Wade huffed above them, propped up on his elbow. He felt left out, but loved his baby spider too much to interfere.

---

Cassandra chewed her lip while debating with herself. "Dirtiest fantasy?"




With a satisfied grin, Bobby pulled back and sat up. He clapped his hands together and stood, "Okay, clothes."

---

"Any."
Peter went to sit up but was dragged back down by Wade's arm looping around his middle. "Whadda need those for?" the merc scoffed. "We going somewhere? Hey! There's this great Mexican place in town, little hole in the wall. I think they're still open. I could totally go for a taco right now."

---

Any? Well that was certainly easier. Cassie looked down at Logan, running a finger over the curve of his ear. "I wanna do it on the kitchen island. Get /nasty/ and just pray no one walks in. Have you turn me on and spread me open," she murmured. "Real wide. And I'm so into you, I'm just /drenched/. Soak the counter. When we're done we leave the mess, let someone make their breakfast right where you fucked me, and it'd be our little secret."
Bobbu rolled his eyes. "I just need shorts," he answered as he walked over to his dresser. "I don't like sleeping nude."

---

A devilish smirk grew on Logan's features. He gracefully dropped Cassie back into his lap, ignoring his erection as he said, "We can. Right now."
"Who says I'm letting either of you sleep?" Wade smirked, still not letting a mildly annoyed Peter get away from him.

---

The woman giggled, blush obscured by the gentle glow she was still putting off. "I know," she smiled sheepishly. "Think we can make it down to the kitchen just like this?"
"I say," Bobby huffed, picking out a new pair of shorts for the night. "Want anything, Peter? They might fit you."

---

Logan tapped the tip of his nose, " Definitely."




"I've got some in that bag," the brunette told Bobby. "If I could /get up/," he grumbled, referring to Wade.

"Oooh, yeeahh, that's too bad, huh?" the merc chuckled, holding Peter tight.

---

Cassie took Logan's hands in her own and stood up, smiling slyly. "Think anybody else is still awake?"
Bobby shimmied on some briefs before sliding on his basketball shorts. "C'mon, Wade, don't be a baby."

---

"If they are," Logan stood up with her, "they're busy doin' what we're doin'."
The merc pouted, throwing Bobby puppy eyes and not at all helping himself appear any more mature. "But if I let him go, he'll snuggle with you and not me."

"I'm right here," Peter grouched.

---

Cassie picked up her dress - like hell was she leaving it out here all night - when she remembered. "Okay, your turn. Fantasy?"
"So?" Bobby pouted back. "You got him to yourself all this time, he and I need to bond. Don't you think, Peter?"

---

Logan slipped on his shorts, keeping his erectiob temporarily detained, "You sure you wanna hear it?"
"I do, actually. Go get something to eat if you're hungry." Peter finally wriggled out of Wade's hold and got off the bed, going over to Bobby's desk and finding a pair of lounge pants in Wade's bag.

Deadpool huffed again. "You're hurting Daddy's feelings, Petey."

---

"Yes!" Cassandra glanced at Logan's boxers doubtfully. "No fair."




"Isn't this what you want, Wilson?" Bobby placed his hands on his hips. "All you would talk about is how well Peter and I would get along."

---

"Hey," the wolverine snorted. "You got no idea how hard it is to walk around with a hard-on, let alone when it's bouncing free."
"Yeah," Wade scoffed, "in bed. Duh."

Peter rolled his eyes, kissing Bobby on the cheek and shooting him a smile that said 'hang in there'. He crawled back into the bed, dodging the merc's half-assed attempt to grab him. "Chill, Wade. You'll still be invited."

---

Covering her mouth with her hand, Cassie was laughing hard. "Don't talk like that," she choked around giggles. "You're ruining the mood."
Bobby followed the spider, adding a bounce to the mattress as he landed purposely between Peter and Wade. The blonde reached up and circled his arms around the younger man's neck.

---

Logan shrugged with a small smile, "Just thought I'd enlighten you."
Grumbling to himself, Wade got up as Peter leaned in to kiss the blonde. "Whatever. You guys suck. I'm getting something to eat."

---

Cassie swatted his arm with the back of her hand, still grinning. "Gross." The laugh break had made her forget about her glow and it was gone when she climbed back through the library window. "Fantasy," she reminded Logan, waiting for him on the other side.
"Aw, don't be that way," Bobby cooed teasingly as he snuggled down further into the mattress on his back, arm secured around Peter.

---

Logan snorted, as he followed. He glanced around and held Cassie's hand, "You want a fantasy? Then, one is that I walk you around on a leash, with you on all fours."






Wade reached out and dragged a finger up the sole of Bobby's foot. "You're stealin' my man, Blondie. How am I supposed to feel?"

---

Cassie's eyebrows rose and she smirked. He'd been calling her a dog's name since high school. "And how long have you been wanting to do that?"
Bobbu jerked his foot back - it tickled - before he replied, "Not stealing. Sharing."

---

Logan shook his head with a sigh, "Long before I realized it."
"He's not good at sharing," Peter informed the man next to him with a smirk.

"Am too!" Wade retorted. "But I haven't seen any fan work of us with Blondie in it, so how do I know it's a good idea?"

---

"Dirty old man," Cassie chided playfully as the two made their way to the kitchen. "Not that I'd mind being your bitch," she winked. "Would you want me like that in front of the whole school?"
"What are you even talking about?" Bobby rose a brow, confused beyond all reasoning.

---

Logan shrugged, "Sometimes it sounds like a good idea. Other times, I just imagine all the horny teens I would have to behead just for thinking about you."
"Don't ask," the brunette muttered, turning his face against Bobby's body.

"Seriously, there's like nothing!" Wade paused, face scrunching as he thought about something. "Then again, there was nothing with me and that annoying speedster but that was still a blast."

---

"Not interested in sharing, huh?" Cassie hummed. When the left the library, the woman instinctively covered her chest with one arm, feeling exposed. "That's too bad."




Bobby narrowed his eyes a little as he tried to comprehend the merc's words, "You don't mean Pietro...do you?"

---

Again, Logan shrugged, "Not with a man, at least."
"Mm-hm!" Wade nodded happily, looking pretty proud of himself.

Peter just rolled his eyes. He'd heard this before.

"The Maximoff twin," Wade continued. "Just the one, though. The girl creeps me out."

---

"What if that was /my/ fantasy?" Cassie teased.
Bobby groaned and rubbed at eye, "I can't believe...you really don't care who it is, do you?"

---

Logan glanced over to Cassie. He was silent. Not really thinking either. Then, he murmured, "Then it stays a fantasy."
"Course I do. I just said the girl one creeps me out," Wade scoffed. "Aren't you listening? And /somebody/ needed to teach that brat some manners."

---

"Fine by me," she giggled, squeezing Logan's hand briefly. "Talk about awkward, anyway."
Bobby shuddered. He couldn't imagine that sister-complex with anyone.

---

"And?" Logan to Cassie expectantly.






"I'd do it again, too, 'cept I think he's afraid of me now," the merc chuckled. This time he trailed his fingers over Bobby's jutting ankle bone. "I liked you better. You say 'please' and 'thank you' like a good boy."

---

"And, what?" Cassie tilted her head in confusion, a slight frown on her features. She wasn't following.
"Do not," Bobby grumbled as he shooed Wade's hand with a jerk of his foot.

---

"If I said I want anothet woman to join us."
"Do too," Wade grinned widely. He grabbed the blonde's foot with one hand, but didn't do anything else. "Don't tell me you forgot when Mickey joined us. Those were your favorite words that morning."

---

Cassandra wrinkled her nose. She wasn't too interested in watching Logan fawn over someone else. But still she asked warily, "Who?"
Holding Peter tight, Bobby glared at Wade, "Don't bring that up."

---

Logan shrugged, "No one in particular."
"Wait, what?" Peter piped up, throwing the blonde a look. "You two and... Cassie?"

"I didn't tell you about that, Petey? Oh, it was great." Holding Bobby tight by his ankle, Wade dragged his fingernails slowly up the bottom of the blonde's foot, grinning.

---

"Then no," Cassandra replied bluntly. But after a pause, "Unless...."




Bobby kicked at Wade's wrist with his free foot, biting his bottom lip to keep from laughing. He looked to Peter and replied, "I didn't want to."

---

Logan snorted, "Who?"
Wade knocked the blonde's leg away with his arm, still grinning, before dragging his nails back down over the most sensitive part of Bobby's food. "Maybe not, but you loved it."

Ignoring the merc, Peter shook his head. "No, I mean, that's cool or whatever just... surprising."

---

"Not who," Cassie smirked. "But it might be fun to rough up whatever girl thinks she can take you away from me."
Bobby kicked at Wade again and yanked his foot away, "Cut it out, Wade!"

---

"As long as it isn't anyone in here," Logan gesture to the mansion. "And, you don't get arrested."
"Aw, don't be that way," Wade mocked, imitating the other from earlier. "Are you embarrassed, Blondie?" He winked at Peter, "He did love it, too. Don't let him tell you otherwise."

---

Cassie just shook her head, smiling. "I'm not into that enough for it to be worth it." She pressed into Logan as they made their way through the mansion. "Tell me another."
Bobby huffed, "I just want to sleep. Ok?" He scowled, "And, stop touching my feet."





"But they're so cute!" Wade cooed, grabbing for the blonde again. "Just like the rest of you~" He dropped back on the bed, midnight snack forgotten, this time sandwiching Bobby in the middle. "I wanna rub you down; will you let me, Blondie?"
"No," was the immediate response. "You're not rubbing anything."
Peter nudged the blonde lightly. "Just let him," he murmured to Bobby, eyes closed. "It'll make him happy."
Bobby looked to Peter nervously. Then, to the merc, "Nothing inappropriate?"
"Not if you don't want me to," Wade shrugged, gently running a hand through damp blonde hair.






Reluctantly and warily, Bobby gave a sigh, "Fine."
The mercenary beamed, scooting up to the head of the bed behind the blonde's head. His hands slipped underneath Bobby's neck, thumbs smoothing against the sides of his neck as fingers gently pushed up against the top of his spine, letting gravity increase the pressure and stretch.
Bobby wasn't sure how to feel. Unless it was for medical reasons, he never got a massage from someone else. It felt a little strange and he squirmed a bit at the sensation of being prodded.
"Just relax, Blondie," Wade chuckled. "I'm not gonna hurt ya." He slowly slid his fingers into Bobby's hair, still letting gravity decide the pressure he used to rub ten small, slow circles into the other's scalp. He payed special attention to the trigger points behind the ear and the tension in the blonde's temples.
Bobby jerked when fingers touched the back of his ears. His breath hitched and body stiffened and be groaned out Peter's name.





The merc's eyebrows shot up and he looked to Peter, who seemed equally surprised. As Wade turned all his attention to the spots that seemed to elicit the peculiar response, Peter splayed a hand over Bobby's bare stomach.

"Right here," the spider murmured, touching his nose to the blonde's jaw before kissing his cheek, lips lingering.
Bobby gripped the hand on his abdomen. He heaved a sigh as he closed his eyes, trying to relax despite himself.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Wade murmured, experimenting with location and pressure to find what was getting the blonde excited.

Peter, though definitely curious, stayed quiet as he held Bobby's hand tightly.
Biting his lips and intertwining his fingers with Peter's, Bobby answered reluctantly, "A little."
"You were moaning like it was turning you on," the older man smirked, earning a slight glare from Peter.



"No," Bobby shook his head. "Just feels weird."
Wade clicked his tongue, "Stay still." He slowly worked his fingers back over the blonde's scalp to his hairline. After pausing to massage Bobby's temples, he smoothed two long fingers over a pale forehead, pushing the stress away before dipping fingertips down to the bridge of his nose and pulling them back up over blonde brows.
Bobby whined in protest to Wade's instruction, but he obeyed nonetheless. He did his best to not react to fingers touching places he still wasn't familiar with being touched.
"What's the matter Blondie?" Wade soothed, sounding genuine.
"Nothing," the blonde insisted.





Bringing gentle fibers down both sides of Bobby's jaw, Wade stroked lightly under his chin, up to his neck, behind the ears, and down his jaw again - more for tactile pleasure than reliving tension. "Do you want me to stop?" the merc asked softly.
Bobby said nothing as he tightened his jaw. He nodded, fingers twitching around Peter's.
Wade repeated the loop a few more times, slowing down each round until he was just resting his fingertips under Bobby's earlobes. "I just want to touch every inch of you," he murmured, leaning down to press his lips to the blonde's forehead.

Peter slid his thumb over the back of Bobby's hand comfortingly, not saying a word.
"Weirdo," Bobby murmured back, though his cheeks were flushed as he avoided any sort of eye contact.
"You okay?" the spider asked quietly, brow furrowed at Bobby's general reaction.

"I'm sure he's fine, Petey," Wade answered for the blonde while straightening up. Despite wanting Bobby to be comfortable, the merc couldn't help himself and used his thumbs to touch and stroke the blonde's velvety earlobes.





Bobby twitched his head from the merc's touch. Swatting Wade's hands, he looked to Peter, "Yeah. Thanks."
Finally being shut down for good, Wade turned his attention to Peter, combing a hand through dark hair. Peter sighed, turning against Bobby, their hand still holding the other's. He hoped the blonde wouldn't think him weird for spending the night plugged full of spunk, because that was exactly what he planned on doing.
Bobby sighed, his back against Wade's chest. His eyes closed and he gave a small squeeze to Peter's fingers.
This time, Peter didn't squeeze back. He was so wiped from their night that he was already half asleep.

And Wade, who was kind enough tonight to not make Peter deal with a vibrator all night - something he had happily subjected the younger man to before - looped an arm around Bobby's stomach, holding him comfortably. "Night, Blondie," he murmured, already sensing that Peter was out.






Bobby stirred the next morning. It was hot. He couldn't breathe. He wanted to open his eyes, and his body felt heavy. Groaning, the blinde woke up, cracking his vision open and looking around. So far so good, he was in his room. But, the heat was Wade Wilson draped across his waist in order to cuddle with a sleeping Peter Parker who was snuggled into Bobby's side. He groaned, again, "Wade."

---

Rogue had snuck out of her room. Remy was still passed out and she wanted to check in on Kurt. She hadn't seen him leave, and she wanted to talk with him about Holly showing up for the dance last night. She knocked on his door. Once, twice, and heard nothing. She glanced around the hall and slipped out a spare key that Kurt gave her for emergencies - only - and unlocked the door. Cracking it open, she peeked in, "Kurt?" Still no answer. She entered saw her brother in bed still sleeping, but didn't notice his partner until she closed the door behind her. She gaped. Kurt was shirtless and snuggled in with Holly wearing one of his shirts, the bedsheets entangled about their limbs. "Kurt Wagner!"





Wade grunted at his name, shifting slightly. "Still early, Petey," he mumbled, not opening his eyes. "Don't go yet."

Next to Bobby, the Amazing Spiderman stirred, snuggled harder against the blonde, and sighed deeply.

---

Having been sound asleep, Kurt was so startled that he ported across the room. "What? What's going on?" he demanded, half crouched. When he saw Rogue he winced, memories of last night coming back as he realized what the scene before the woman must've looked like. "Heh, uhh.... Guten Morgen?" he tried, scratching his head sheepishly as he straightened up.
"Wade," Bobby shoved at the mercenary. "Get off."

---

Holly was still asleep. A heavy sleeper, she didn't even stir.

"Kurt," Rogue's voice was a harsh hush. "What is going on?"
"Y'kick in yer sleep, Petey," the merc murmured, still holding both boys tight.

To Bobby's other side, Peter made a soft noise in response, but didn't wake up.

---

"Nozing!" Kurt hissed, quickly crossing the room to be in front of his sister. "I swear! It's not vat you zink!"
Bobby huffed. Partially giving up before freezing his hand and gripping the back of Wade's neck.

---

"Your shirt is off," Rouge gestured to his nude torso then to the sleeping girl, "and Lucille is wearing it. What. Happened?"
Wade yelped and jerked away, falling off the end of the bed and landing on the floor. "...Ow."

Peter was woken up by the commotion, but just barely as is spidey sense was telling him that there was no danger. He stretched lazily, a cacophony of cracks and pops coming from his body. "Wade?" he mumbled, sitting up slightly and noticing the older man was no where to be seen.

"Down here."

The brunette snorted before kissing Bobby on the cheek. "Morning."

---

"Nozing!" Kurt insisted, calming down some. "After ze dance ve came back to my room just to talk und relax - I know, I know," he cut Rogue off before she could interrupt. "I shouldn't have. But I did. Hol-Lucille vas tired und ask to stay ze night und.... Schwester, I am veak," the man groaned.






Finally being able to breathe, Bobby sighed as cool air hit his naked torso. He smiled a bit at lips on his cheek and turned to return the favor with his lips against a pale forehead. "Morning."

---

Rogue sighed, running a hand through her hair, "Ah'll say." Her eyes flickered to the teen in bed, then her brother. It wasn't like she couldn't understand. Her relationship with Remy was complicated in the beginning, as well. However, the girl could face losing her graduation and Kurt could lose his job. It was different circumstances. "Kurt," she hugged her brother, feeling torn. She was happy he could have a night with this girl he was so infatuated with, but he was giving in to his desires and putting his future at risk. "Obviously, nobody is gonna hear a word 'bout this from me. Yer just lucky it wasn' someone else knockin' on yer door." She pulled back, "But, ya gotta git her outta here. Before everyone wakes up."






"That's a shitty way to wake someone up, Blondie," Wade grumbled as he picked himself up off the floor and flopped back down on the bed. He was nice enough not to spoon Bobby again but did turn to his side, propping himself up on his elbow, to watch the other two interact.

Spiderman or not, Peter wasn't exactly a morning person. This was made obvious with a massive yawn that had him blinking back tears followed by him closing his eyes again with a sigh. He slung an arm across Bobby's stomach, prepared to go right back to sleep. "You probably deserved it," he murmured across the blonde to Wade.

---

Kurt returned his sister's affections before looking over his shoulder at a still sleeping Holly and sighing. "Ja, I know. Danke for keeping our secret." He glanced at Rogue, a little uncomfortable. "Ve didn't, you know... /do/ anyzing. For ze record."





One of Bobby's hands lightly gripped at the elbow on his stomach, stroking the rough flesh with his thumb. He glanced at Wade with a shrug, "Your bodyheat was killing me, and you're heavy. I couldn't breathe."

---

Raising a skeptical brow, Rouge placed her hands on her hips, "Absolutely nothing?"
"Well exccuuuse me for being human," Wade replied sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. He jerked his chin in the spider's direction. "Why does he get a free pass?"

Peter smirked, not even bothering to open his eyes. "Jealous?"

"Yes!"

---

"Vell," Kurt shrugged, looking away. "Ve did kiss. Like at Christmas. But zat's all!"
"Because he puts out less heat, duh," the blonde replied as though it were obvious.

---

Once more, Rouge swept the indigo man up into her arms. She sighed with relief, "Oh, thank goodness. Yer gonna give me a damn heart attack, Kurt."

"What the hell, Petey?" the merc demanded, as if this was something the other was doing on purpose.

Peter just chuckled. "Suck it, Wade."

Wade, amazingly, didn't take the bait and instead continued to pout. "It's not fair. Losing both my baby boys to each other," he lamented. "What did I do to deserve this?"

---

Kurt let himself be hugged, mildly offended. "You didn't believe me ven I said ve did nozing? Give a man some credit, Rogue." He was, of course, just teasing the woman. "I vill take her back to her room soon, zough."

 

[Deer Teeth]

"You introduced us to each other," Bobby snarked. "Probably cause we're closer in age, too, Old Man."

---

"Hey, ya said y'were weak, Kurt," her tone was teasing as she stepped back and ruffled his hair. Then, her palm slipped to carress the side of his jaw as she sighed, "Just be careful, y'fool."

"Well you weren't supposed to fall in love," Wade grumbled. He tapped his knucles on the side of Bobby's head, "And I'm not old. Just older than you."

---

"I am trying," Kurt nodded. "I just cannot say 'no' to her." He gestured to Lucille's sleeping form. "How could anyone...?"
"Over 30 is ancient," Bobby teased, fingers drawing little circles on Peter's elbow.

---

Rouge snorted, "If you can't, then neither can I." She gave him a kiss to the cheek. "I'll leave ya alone. Behave, okay?"
The merc rolled his eyes. "Oh sure, now that I'm pretty again, I'm old. I can't win. You really know how to hurt a man when he's down, Blondie."

Peter had tuned out whatever dumb conversation they were having and was half asleep, just conscious enough to feel like he was floating and focusing on Bobby's fingers against his skin.

---

"Danke. I vill. Um, Rogue?" Kurt looked to his sister hopefully. "How much time do you zink ve have until somebody vould notice zat Holly is not in her room?"
Bobby reached out and patted Wade's cheek, "At least you're pretty."

---

Rogue rose a suspicious brow, "Why?"




Wade smirked, his hand settling over Bobby's, keeping it on his cheek. "Glad you think so, Blondie," he murmured against the other's palm, his sounding much more sincere than he looked.

---

"I mean, it's early und she's still asleep, I don't vant to wake her up and dump her." He shrugged, sending Rogue a guilty gaze. "It vould just be nice to have more time vith her."
Bobby shrugged, "Don't have to be gay to appreciate another man's body."

---

Rouge understood the sentiment. She really did. But, she knew that the longer Holly stayed here, the easier it would be for Kurt to find himself in hot water. Rubbing the back of her neck, she hesitated, "Well, it's Saturday..."
"Don't have to be gay to be into men," Wade countered, kissing the back of Bobby's hand like he was a princess. "For the record."

---

Nodding encouragingly, Kurt added, "Und Logan is really ze only von who'd hunt her down, ja? I assume he's 'ozervise occupied'?"
Bobby stuck his tongue out before ripping his hand away. He turned on his side; back to Wade; so he faced Peter. He placed another kiss to the brunnette's forehead and wrapped an around him with a comfortable sigh.

---

"Well, if he comes walkin' down this way, he's gonna smell her without lookin' for her," Rogue answered.
Peter hummed in contentment, not completely aware of what was going on but happy nonetheless.

Behind Bobby, Wade just whined. A single fingertip slowly traced its way down the blonde's spine. The mercenary was moping something fierce but knew better than to take the physical contact he wanted from Bobby, lest he be frozen or worse - scolded.

---

"You're right...." Kurt heaved a sigh. Damn Logan's ridiculously heightened senses! Then, an idea popped into his head. He was friends with the wolverine's one weakness. "Don't vorry," he assured Rogue, suddenly confident. "I'll make sure she is back in her room soon. Ve von't get in trouble."





Bobby squirmed but didn't make any attempts to shoo the other's touch away, "That tickles, Wade."

---

Rouge smiled, kissing him on the cheek, again. "Good," she nodded, then turned to make her way out. She stopped as she cracked the door open, "Meet up for lunch?"
Wade huffed, increasing the pressure of his finger in an attempt to take the light tickle away. "I wanna touch you, Blondie," he repeated his words from the previous night.

---

"Definitely," Kurt confirmed with a grin. After locking the door behind Rogue, he retrieved his phone from the pocket of his slacks and carefully crawled back into bed with Lucille, trying hard not to disturb her. He turned his phone to silent before sending a text to Cassie, again not wanting to bother the girl in his arms.

- Stall Logan for me? & lmk when he comes my way?

---

Cassie was already partly awake when her phone buzzed. Her body and throat were both sore so she had been more than happy to stay in bed as the little spoon to Logan's big. She smiled when she read Kurt's text, replying with a thumbs up emoji before deleting his message. It shouldn't be too hard to fulfill his request.
"You always want to touch me," Bobby whined, still not slapping the hand away.

---

After all this time, Holly stirred, her eyes clenching but not opening. "Kurt?"

---

"Wilson?" Logan snarled the question as he tightened thick arms around Cassandra's center.
"I can't help it," Wade murmured, dipping his nose into Bobby's hair and taking in a deep breath. "You're just so perfect. Then you won't let me and it only makes me want you more."

---

"Ja," Kurt confirmed in a quiet whisper, hand resting on Lucille's upper arm. "Guten Morgen. It's still a bit early."

---

"Does it matter?" Cassie smiled, one arm laying over top Logan's. She reached up behind her, other hand coming to rest at the back of the man's neck. She looked over her shoulder to the wolverine, still smiling, "Because I'm not going anywhere."
"Should you be saying this in front of Peter?" Bobby yawned before snuggling his chin atop the spider's crown.

---

Lucille grinned dreamily. She shuffled closer to Kurt, burying her face in his bare chest. "Ich liebe dich," she murmured with a soft sigh.

---

Logan kissed Cassie, then his lips were on her neck. "Better not," he murmured with a slight curve on his mouth. "I'll beat his ass if he wants to interrupt us."




"He's asleep," Wade mumbled, still nuzzling into to blonde hair. He let the finger on Bobby's back turn into three, then his entire hand. "It's not like he doesn't know, anyway."

Peter made a soft noise of acknowledgement, but whether he was doing it consciously was unclear.

---

Kurt froze, eyes widening. "I- uh...." He turned golden eyes down to the girl in front of him, trying to judge if she was still asleep or not. He had no clue. "You do?" he peeped, unsure of exactly how to react to such a casual declaration.

---

"I wouldn't mind seeing that," Cassie giggled, shifting to face forward again and giving Logan more of her to work with. "Would you make him watch after?" she asked, tone almost taunting.



"What a whore," Bobby huffed as he felt Wade's presence against his spine.

---

Lucille hummed, her eyes blinking, then closing, again. "Do what?"

---

"Hell no," was the gruff response as he slowly kissed down to her collarbone.



"You'd better be talking about me and not Petey," Wade scoffed as his thumb rubbed slowly over Bobby's shoulder blade.

---

"You, ah, said..." Kurt trailed off, realizing Lucille must not have been aware of what she was saying. "Nevermind, Entlein," he sighed, wriggling a bit to get into a more comfortable position. His tail draped over her waist as a hand stroked her hair. "I just like being like zis vith you."

---

Giggling again, Cassie moved so she was laying on her back. She brushed a gentle hand through Logan's bedhead before stroking down his cheek. Normally she'd tease him more, but she had to make sure to hold his attention for Kurt's sake, not that she minded doing that either. "I know I shouldn't," Cassandra murmured, "but I love how possessive you get."



"Of course, you," the blonde rolled his eyes. "Peter is an angel."

---

Holly giggled drowsily, "So soft." One of her hands reached to grip at his side, fingers sifting through sleek thin fur. "Touch me more."

---

"Don't women usually hate that shit?" Logan snorted in the back of his throat. He rolled to hover above Cassie a smidge as his kisses trailed down to between her breasts.
"Tell me about it," the merc chuckled. "You ever been in love, Blondie?"

---

Muscles jumping under her fingers, Kurt tried to stay still - it tickled. But laughing might make her draw away, so he stifled the reflex and slowly smoothed his hand down from Lucille's dark hair to her back, moving in slow circles. His tail made room by moving from the girl's waist to high on her thigh, the tip swishing lazily between the back of her legs. "You are going to get us boz in trouble," he said softly.

---

Her hand under Logan's chin stopped him from going any lower for the moment. "Like I said," Cassie hummed, "I know I shouldn't. I probably wouldn't, too, if it wasn't such a turn on."







Bobby shook his head. "Have I loved? Yeah. Been in love? Don't think so."

---

Holly's body stretched slightly, her hand slipping down to the center of Kurt's back. She shook her head and murmured, "Not me."

---

"You are one crazy bitch," Logan stated before smirking and leaning back up to press his lips to hers. "That's why I love you."

Exhaling roughly through his nose, Wade reached over the blonde to tenderly move Peter's bangs off his face. "Didn't think so. Not this you, anyway." He gently stroked the brunette's cheek, pulling away when the youngest stirred. "I'm keeping my nose out of the future on this one; I don't want to see the end coming. Not with Petey."

---

A quiet laugh rumbled in Kurt's chest, "Yes, you. Look at vat you've already talked me into." Glancing down, he moved his tail closer to Lucille's knees with the hand that had been on her back. Sometimes he swore that thing had a mind of its own. "Are you sure you cannot control minds?"

---

Cradling his face in her hands, Cassie grinned. "Oh, stop. You're going to make me blush," she teased, laughing softly as she watched his eyes.







Bobby wasn't even going to pretend that he understood what Wade was saying. But, it did bother him that it actually sounded rather solemn. He changed the tone of the mood as he simply replied, "Well, maybe I'll find a girl tonight when I go out."

---

Again, Holly shook her head. "I just feel things," was her soft answer and the hand on Kurt's back came to his front, her palm on his strong chest. "Like you."

---

Pressing his lips to Cassandra's forehead, Logan pulled from her grip to return to his trail, starting at the valley between her breasts and slowly kissing to her abdomen. His hands hadn't touched her, simply holding him up.
"You're going out tonight?" Wade inquired with a raise of a brow. He left the sleeping Peter alone, not wanting to disturb him, and returned his hand to Bobby's form, slowly running it up and down a bare arm. "What for?" He smirked, teasing, "Are we not good enough for you?"

---

Smiling gently, Kurt laid his three fingered hand over Lucille's. "You really like my fur zat much?" he asked, managing to suppress his surprise. He always said that chicks dig the fuzzy dude, but it still amazed him when someone was genuinely into his appearance.

---

Cassie ran fingers through Logan's hair. She would lift at the roots, much to gentle to be called a tug, then release and move to another section to repeat until his hair was wild, then she'd smooth it down and start over. She hummed, "Where do you think you're going?"
Bobby shrugged, "I figured you two would be gone. Logan might kick you out since everything is over."

---

Holly pressed her forehead to his collarbone, then yawned, "Ja."

---

"To where it smells best," the wolverine murmured into her skin just as he got to her pelvis.

"Like hell am I leaving after one night," Wade snorted. "And you should know by now that Wolvie barely leaves his bed on Sundays. Just like Petey," he added gleefully, pinching one of the brunette's nipples before Bobby could stop him. His action earned a snartled sniff from the boy who shook himself half awake.

"Mm. Sorry," Peter mumbled, rubbing a hand over his face. "Drifted off."

---

"Go back to sleep," Kurt encouraged soothingly. He nuzzled against the top of her head, eyes closing. "I'll vake you up ven I need to take you back to your room."

---

Cassie shifted, opening her legs just slightly. Despite her actions the woman huffed, smirking, "You're going to spoil me."
"Yeah, but it's Saturday, Wade," Bobby had to refrain from a smirk as he subconsiously wrapped an arm around Peter's torso as if to protect from another nip-pinch.

---

"No," the teen's brows furrowed suddenly as she grumbled her defiance. "Wanna wake up. Wanna see you. As much as I can."

---

Logan barked a laugh, "We're way past that point, Lassie." Then, he slipped his hands beneath her thighs and rose them as he spread them further. He kissed along the inside of her leg, slowly making his way to her knee.






"It is?" Wade's brow scrunched and his gaze became distant as he ran through his mental database of universes in which the three of them were still alive and their respective calendars to make absolutely sure he was in fact where he thought he was.

Beside Bobby, Peter clicked his tongue. "Oh, you've lost him. He's rebooting." The spider pushed his friend away for a moment as he readjusted his position in the bed to sit up a bit more, still pressed against the blonde. "We've got a solid three minutes of silence." He kissed the corner of Bobby's mouth, tempting the other to take more. "Morning," he murmured, more awake the second time.

---

Kurt chuckled at her response, briefly squeezing the hand that lay under his. "I don't know how much more of me you could possibly see," he teased, knowing that he could be straying into dangerous territory. He figured Lucille was innocent enough that he wouldn't have to worry.

---

A soft sigh of pleasure and Cassie agreed. "Lucky me," she smiled, trying not to close her eyes with each delicate touch. She secretly hoped he'd make it all the way down to her toes and rub his way back up, but kept this to herself; it was more fun when Logan did whatever he wanted. "Are we continuing last night?"
Bobby hummed, smiling as he pressed his lips more fully against Peter's. He pulled back, reaching up to ruffled dark hair, "Morning." He twisted his head a bit to kiss a cheek, then against the pulsepoint on his neck, "He do this a lot?"

---

Holly tilted her head back, squinting up at Kurt and seeing him for the first time since she fell asleep. She smiled and pecked her lips against the tip of his chin. "I want to see it all, all the time."

---

Glancing over at his alarm, he noticed the time and sighed as he rose up high. "Not right now. Have to do my rounds."

"Hm. Not really," Peter answered softly, tipping his head out of Bobby's way. "It can really throw him off, I try not to initiate it." Ever the budding scientist, Peter had definitely done a few 'experiments' on this particular quirk of Wade's in the past, without the subject's knowledge, but stopped completely after one time when the merc snapped out of his daze confused and crying and very distraught. But now the brunette said, "He'll be fine. Just ignore it."

---

"Not much longer now," Kurt assured her. A single finger under her chin let him kiss Lucille properly, a tender 'good morning' in a universal language. "Barely a monz. Zen ve can share everyzing."


---

"Excuse you," Cassie protested, following Logan up and encircling her arms around his waist. "You don't get to start something like that and then leave. Rounds can wait."
Bobby shrugged. He didn't care so long as it meant he didn't need to look after the mercenary. He leaned forward kissing behind an ear, then nipping a lobe. "How long have you had this thing going on with him?"

---

With a happy sigh, Lucille rolled onto her back. Her eyes closed at the sensation of cool air washing over her, then snapped back to look at Kurt with flushed cheeks.

---

Logan chuckled, "Trust me. If I didn't have to, we wouldn't be talking right now." He kissed atop Cassie's head, "I'll be back shortly. I need to make sure everyone is in after last night. You know how some of the seniors try to sneak out after dances."

Peter was smiling at the physical attention Bobby was giving him, not his question, but it could be heard in his answer anyway. "Almost two years. It didn't start out this weird, I swear," he chuckled. "Not that it started out rated 'G', either."

---

Kurt swallowed before smiling back. He purposefully refused to look at the two pointed peaks that had come to life under the shirt Lucille was wearing, instead keeping golden orbs locked firmly on her eyes. His tail - or subconscious, whichever - was not such a gentleman, however, and wrapped itself firmly around the young woman's thigh. "Ah, sorry," he apologized awkwardly, reaching down to pry the strong appandage free. "Frech Sache."

---

"Let them have their fun," Cassie pleaded gently, kissing along Logan's jaw line. Her fingers danced over his abdomen, ever so slowly getting lower and lower. "Just until lunch. I remember what it was like," she murmured, lips now at his neck while her fingers had drifted to his hips. "And it's not like you don't have anything better to do."







Pulling back, Bobby sat upright and gripped Peter to turn so the two were sitting and facing eachother; Peter's legs resting atop Bobby's. "How did this all even start?" The blonde inquired as his thumbs flicked lightly once over nipples and his lips playfully prodded at the boy's Adam's apple.

---

"Fre...?" Holly's brows twisted. She hadn't even noticed Kurt's tail. "What?"

---

"I know," Logan sighed, again. "But, you know how Chuck is."
"Same way it did with you, I ima- ah!" Peter was interrupted by his own gasp at Bobby's thumbs on his overly sensitive buds. "I-Imagine," he finished, arching his back slightly to press into the blonde's touch. "Obsession. Persistence." His eyes closed. "Curiosity."

---

"Nozing, nozing," Kurt insisted, deciding that if he tail was going to behave, he might as well let it stay where it was. "I vill teach you zat later. It's not somezing needed for your final," he said, offering a smile.

---

"Bitter and alone?" Cassandra teased, a bit on the 'mean' side of good-natured. "Sure. "But I really don't think he'll mind one morning of late rounds." Grazing teeth over a collarbone, a fingertip barely touched the underside of his head, pulling away almost immediately. "Do you?"
"So," Bobby dragged his tongue across the spider's collarbone, "he just gets an itch for people and harrasses them into submission?"

---

Holly frowned a little, "Why not teach me now?"

---

Logan leaned down to nip at Cassie's ear. Hee huffed, "It's gotta get done." He pulled back to glower down at her, "but, if you're gonna be a brat about it. I could ask Red to take care of it."
"Pretty much," Peter sighed, once again reacting more to the physical sensations than their current subject matter. "Says we need it. At first I thought that was just weirdo rapist talk, but lately-" a soft whimper "lately he's been proving his point."

---

Kurt groaned internally. This girl was too curious for his own good. "It's nozing," he insisted for the upteenth time that morning. "Just translates to 'naughty thing'." Sure, it might mean nothing to Lucille /now/, but if everything went the way he hoped, it would eventually be something she'd hear often.

---

"Yes, please," Cassie replied brightly, any look of 'sultry' now replaced with a beaming smile.

"That he's a rapist?" Bobby hummed before suckling Peter's clavicle. His knuckles lightly brushing over the sensitivr buds on the younger's chest.

---

"Oh," she sat up, a shoulder revealed from how big Kurt's shirt was on her. "Your tail is fine." She smiled at him. "I like it when it touches me."

---

Giving her a rough kiss, Logan then rose to sit on his knees. He was matching Cassie's lusty gaze with his own as he called out to Jean internally.






"No," Peter snorted, letting his head hang as he easily gave into the blonde's touch. He shivered in anticipation as the thought of having Bobby's lips on his teased nipples took over him. He didn't have much brain power left to finish answering the question. "That we need this. Sounds dumb but...." He trailed off, breath hitching slightly.

---

"Ja," Kurt chuckled nervously. It wasn't exactly helpful to their situation for Holly to give his subconscious the go-ahead to do what it wanted, but he couldn't exactly explain why without freaking her out. "So do I," he admitted, fingers trailing over her newly exposed skin.

---

Unlike Logan, Jean was already dressed and getting breakfast. She liked to greet the day early, even though Scott was still snoring in her bed. 'Good morning, Logan,' the telepath responded, temporarily shutting down her other open channels.

Cassie grinned wickiedly. Even though she couldn't experience it, she knew the look of someone making a mental connection and was absolutely going to take the opportunity to try and mess with both Logan and Jean at the same time. Using two fingers now, she slowly stroked up the underside of Logan's mostly flaccid cock, grin widening as she watched it grow.
"But...?" Bobby encouraged, pulling back and licking his lips as he tugged lightly on Peter's nipples.

---

Dark eyes watched his fingers on her shoulder. She grew a shy blush and giggled, "That tickles a little."

---

Inhaling slowly and deeply from Cassandra's touch, Logan gripped the young woman's wrist as he replied -Would you be up to doin' the mornin' rounds today? Cassie wants to be able to sleep in together for once.-
Peter huffed, biting his lip. One hand came to wrap around Bobby's bicep while the other balled into a fist on his thigh. "But-" he exhaled sharply, trying to focus. "So far... he's... right."

---

Smiling at her reaction, Kurt kept his hand on her shoulder - such soft skin. "You are so beautiful, Lucille," he sighed.

---

-Sure,- Jean agreed, a light laugh echoing in their heads. -I'm surprised it took you this long to ask. Cassie is a patient woman.-

Jean had no idea how wrong she was. Stifling a giggle, Cassandra didn't try to break free from Logan's grip. Instead, she brought her other hand up, grasping his shaft tightly, and slowly circled her thumb about the head before glancing up to meet Logan's eyes as she pushed her nail into the slit.
"So, we're just sexually repressed?" Bobby inquired further as one wrist gave a little flick to twist one of the buds.

---

At this, Holly subtly shrugged Kurt's hand off of her shoulder. She fell onto her back once more and looked at him. Her jaw was tight, and brows stern, but her eyes were shy and cheeks red.

---

Logan inhaled sharply. He was doing everything in his power not to think about what Cassie was doing as he attempted a response. -That's...a bit far off the mark...Red...but...thanks...really appreciate it.-
The spider whimpered in response to the action but managed to gather himself quickly. "/You/ might be," he snorted. "It's different... for- God!" Peter hissed, fed up with his own stuttering brain. "I can't think when you're doing that, Drake."

---

He didn't have to ask if he had said something wrong - Kurt knew. His tail brushed her leg comfortingly as a blue hand wrapped around her pale one. "You are," he insisted with a gentle smile.

---

-Anytime.- Jean's helpful smile could be heard in her mental voice. -You do so much already, it's really no problem.-

Still not getting the reaction she was looking for, Cassie pursed her lips with a smirk. Withdrawing her nail, her eyes glinted when a bead of precum followed it, bubbling at the tip. Keeping a firm hold on Logan's twitching member, she dipped her head to lap up the glistening droplet, pointed tongue digging into the weeping hole.






Bobby retracted both of his hands and gave a sheepish grin, "Sorry, Parker."

---

However, a small petite hand went up to cover Kurt's mouth. Holly's cheeks were a dark maroon color, and her brows knitted at the center while her lips pursed together.

---

Strong fingers gripped at roots atop Cassandra's scalp. Logan released a few rough, slow exhales before clenching his eyes, -Okay...Busy now...thanks...- and he cut of the connection to release a nearly feral groan. "You little bitch."
Knotting their fingers together, Peter captured Bobby's lips with his own and didn't give them up until he was breathless. He wanted to explain before Wade interrupted them again, and judging from the life that was creeping back into the merc's eyes, it wouldn't be very long. "You know last night, when I couldn't be in the party anymore?" he reminded the blonde, panting slightly.


---

Golden eyes looked sadly at the young woman. Kurt's free hand came to the one over his mouth and he kissed Lucille's palm before gently pulling her away. "Entlein," he murmured. "Liebling, bitte. Sprich mit mir."

---

Jean smiled as the channel shut off and locked down from Logan's end. 'Sleeping in'. Please. Putting her cleaned plate in the drying rack, she tried to remember exactly how the wolverine did his morning rounds before setting off.

---

Cassie just laughed at the man. If it wasn't for the rough hand in her hair holding her still, she should've swallowed him whole by now. But Logan apparently knew better than to give her that to give her that chance, so she resorted to feigning innocent. "What?"
Bobby almost fought against Peter for air. He was surprise by such an attack. Though, his eyes were glazed over when the brunette broke apart. Licking his lips, he replied a little numbly, "Yeah?"

---

"I can't," she blurted. Eyes wet, she sniffled, "I don't know what to say."

---

"You're on thin ice," he smirked before picking her up and slamming her onto her back. He gripped her knees and spread them far. Leaning down, he gave just one light swipe of the tip of his tongue over her clit.
"It used to be like that all the time," Peter continued, having to force himself to keep still and not go back for more of the blonde. "The stronger I got.... I couldn't turn it off. I stopped going to school, was just patrolling constantly. He'd already been following me around," he said, referring to Wade, "being a pain in the ass, but he noticed and said he could help. I thought it was just Deadpool being Deadpool but I was so desperate, I wasn't even sleeping." Peter nuzzled into Bobby's neck with a soft sigh. "He took me out of my head." His hands squeezed at the memory. "I could breathe again. I slept for two days. And after, I could control it again; turn it off when I wanted to, keep it quiet so I could think. For about a month." The spider's hot mouth was against the other's neck whenever he paused. "Then I needed it again."

---

Kurt shushed her gently, both hands holding one of hers. "Vhy does zat make you so upset?" he asked softly, holding her knuckles to his lips.

---

Cassie squealed, happy to fight him. Kicking out, she squirmed away to the head of the bed, tucking her legs up under her and giggling behind her hands. Her eyes shone as she teased, "Think she knew?"
Bobby sighed at the spider's touches. He kept fingers intertwined and let Peter do as he wish. "Does it have to be him?" the iceman breathed out his inquiry.

---

"Because, I..." Holly didn't pull away as her voice caught in her throat. "I'm nothing like the Scarlet Witch."

---

"No question," Logan grunted. He reached up and gripped her ankles. He dragged her close so her back stopped at his knees and her own knees pressed into her shoulders.






"No," Peter mumbled against cool skin. "But he's good. And knows my identity. Never had a reason to find someone else."

---

That's what this was about? Kurt had to force down a smile, not wanting Holly to think he was mocking her. "I vouldn't say zat," he replied quietly. "Eizer vay, it doesn't change ze fact zat you're a beautiful woman."

---

Suppressing more laughter, Cassie clamped her legs together, crossing her ankles. "Next time," she snickered, "we should go until /she/ hangs up on /you/."






"Those girlfriends never did it for you?" Bobby pushed. His spine was arching slightly so his chest and abs were bent more towards the spider.

---

Looking up at him from her spot below, she fidgeted. Nobody called her a "woman" before. A "young woman", yes, but never...She ripped her hands from him and sat up. She gripped the back of Kurt's shirt and yanked it over her head, letting it drop beside her on the bed. She looked at him with a bruising blush and a shakey voice as she tried to be determined, "Am I a woman?"

---

"Why don't we put you on the end next time," Logan suggested gruffly as he forced her ankles to be on either side of his waiste.
"You don't understand," the brunette mumbled, adjusting in Bobby's lap so he could press their bodies together, still suckling at the other's neck. "It's not the se-"

"Huh, I guess it is!" Wade spoke up behind them, finally back in the present. "Wonder how I got confused...." He caught Peter's lust-heavy gaze over Bobby's shoulder and held his arms out. "Petey! Come say good morning to Daddy."

---

Kurt's eyes widened abruptly. He was NOT expecting that. He silently thanked God that she wasn't a minor or else he'd be going to Hell. Eyes firmly on the ceiling and not her bare chest, he stuttered, "H-Holly, bitte."

---

Digging her heels into Logan's hips, Cassie just smiled. "You know I can't do that. Jean says there's nothing but static in here," she rapped her knuckles against a temple. "Though... that might just be her insulting me."
Bobby groaned - more due to Wade than Peter. The iceman released the spider's hands and instead gripped his shoulders to keep him at bay while he turned an irritated stare at the older man.

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"No," Holly took hold of both his cheeks and forced him to look her in the eyes. "Look at my body, then tell me I am a woman."

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Logan snorted, "Chuck doesn't seem to really have a problem, does he?"
Apparently unaware of the blonde's glare, Wade made grabby hands for his spider, arms open.

Peter's slim fingers wrapped around Bobby's wrists and pulled his hands from his shoulders. With a gentle kiss to his cheek, he climbed out of the blonde's lap and over to Wade's, settling in comfortably.

The mercenary wrapped strong arms around the spider's small waist, holding him close and pressing his nose to the boy's temple. "Did you sleep okay, baby?" Wade murmured sweetly, nuzzling the other.

Peter nodded slightly, "Yeah."

"Even with this?" Through navy sweatpants Wade touched the base of the plug that was nestled between pert cheeks.

The spider jerked violently in his arms as the toy buzzed to life, thankfully on its lowest setting. "Yes," he sighed, relaxing further against the man.

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Kurt closed his eyes with a quiet groan. By divine intervention, someone was going to find out about this and then he would be in so much trouble. But if he pushed her away now, it was highly likely that she'd never forgive him. So he did as she commanded and looked, eyes slowly raking over everything she was willing to show him. He had already known her breasts were small, it was easy to tell that there wasn't much there behind her clothes. Even so, they were cute: tiny mounds above her rib cage, not quite a 'B' cup. They definitely didn't look childish, with beautifully symmetrical areolas in a pretty pink and perfectly proportioned buds jutting out, stiff from the cold air. Dear God, did he want to touch her. His hands covered hers again, eyes still glued to her body. "You are a /beautiful woman/," he repeated, just as serious as before.

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Cassie frowned, looking at Logan curiously as he legs dropped. She wriggled away slightly, just enough to sit up on her elbows. "He doesn't say 'static', just says he can't get through. You didn't know that?"
Bobby had forgotten all about the plug overnight. He sighed, feeling a bit dejected and still a little surprised at how easily Parker obeyed. Then, an inquiry popped onto his head. "How exactly did you know where we were last night, Wade?"

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At first, Holly was silent. She couldn't believe those words. A part of her didn't want to at all. But, instead, she released a sob before embracing Kurt tightly and burying her face in the crook of his neck.

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Sitting back on his heels, Logan rose a brow, "He never mentioned it to me."





It took a moment for Wade to open his eyes and meet Bobby's and another moment for him to pull his lips away from the brunette so he could answer. When he finally did, he smirked, "Tracking people down is half my job, Blondie." He rubbed Peter's back soothingly as he talked, encouraging the younger man to continue to melt against him. "You'd both disappeared and you weren't outside or in the bathroom. Wasn't hard to figure it out." He cocked an eyebrow, still merely teasing, "Does it surprise you when I'm competent?"

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Again, something Kurt wasn't expecting even though he totally should have been. He didn't even stop to think before his arms were around her, holding her just as tightly. The thought that he was probably the first person to tell her that, besides maybe her mother, was saddening. "Es ist in Ordnung, die Liebe," he shushed, one hand stroking her hair.

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Cassie shrugged lightly. "It's not really important. Lil fun fact, I guess," she smiled. "I just call it Solar Interference. It messes with satellites, too."
"Actually, yeah," Bobby deadpanned without skipping a beat.

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Holly squeezed him tightly for just a moment more before she pulled back. Once again, she gripped either side of his face but to still him as she pressed her mouth to his.

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"Well, I at least knew that," Logan stated. Then, he shrugged, "In the long run, it doesn't really matter if Jean heard me. I mean, everyone else heard you last nigt."
Wade snorted a laugh, drawing a whimper from the young spider as he was jostled. The merc seemed to pay him no mind as he responded to Bobby, "Yeah, that's what everyone says. Element of surprise, right?" he chuckled. It occurred to him that Bobby had never actually seen him work, but he'd offer that show at a different time. "Wolvie might be the best at what he does, but /I'm/ the best at what /I/ do."

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Kurt tried his best to keep their kiss simple, even though his hands settled on Holly's waist as he returned the affection. They only had a month left. He reminded himself that one month wasn't worth getting them both in trouble over as he pulled away, ignoring the tingling below his stomach. Foreheads touching, a finger of each hand gently smoothed over her hips as he bit his cheek to keep from saying something that would prove stupid.

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Cassie grimaced, pink rushing to her cheeks. She had managed to forget that for the time being. With a groan, she collapsed back down onto the bed and threw an arm over her eyes, muttering, "I hate you."
"Well, you really know how to run your mouth," Bobby murmured before laying on his back and snuggling into his mattress, again.

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"Um," Holly's eyes fell as she whispered, "I should...probably get my shirt back on."

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Smirking with satisfaction, Logan crawled over, but didn't touch her. "You loved it."

"See, Petey?" Wade pretended to sulk. "I told you he was mean to me." He nudged Bobby with a foot, "Respect your elders, Blondie."

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Kurt's eyes were closed again but he didn't draw away, or push Holly from him. "Zat... vould be best," he acquiesced. Yet, gingerly, he kissed cheek, and then again just below her ear.

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"/You/ loved it," Cassie countered, pushing a hand against his cheek, but not denying his words. She was smiling ruefully with arm still covering her eyes. "Now I can't show my face around here."






Bobby waved him away listlessly. "You said you weren't old," the blonde smirked. "Or, maybe I should reapect you for being a hero?"

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Holly breathed a giggle and softly shied from his touch. "That tickles," she replied in a hushed tone.

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"I'd be more worried about the kid finding your soaked panties," Logan chuckled as he nuzzled down into her neck and under her chin.
"/Not/ a hero. Spiderman's a hero." Wade squeezed his arms around the boy in his lap, earning a soft sigh in return. "Me? I hunt and kill people like they're deer, just for money."

Peter murmured something that got the merc's attention and he turned his head to press lips against the other's temple once again. "I know, baby," he mumbled into dark hair. "Daddy's just making his point." Stern eyes slid to meet Bobby's. "But you'll wake up with a stranger's corpse in your bed if you don't cut that 'hero' shit out."

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Kurt hummed in return, leaning in to touch more of her soft skin with blue lips before he caught himself. The German sighed against Holly's hair before pulling back, his eyes staying locked on her face. "Shirt," he said, as if reminding himself.

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"Please," Cassie scoffed quietly, a hand running through black hair. "Any teenage boy in his right mind is going to keep that secret to themselves."
"Only that far?" Bobby teased. "I thought Deadpool could do so much better." The blonde stretched out, arms folding under his head and showing muscle tone, his abs rising slightly with his breathing.

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With flushed cheeks, Holly nodded. She turned from Kurt and slipped the material back on. It suddenly felt foreign on her and she hugged herself before turning back to him. "Breakfast?"

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"The problem with that theory is that teenage boys are never in their right minds," the wolverine smirked against her skin, but his hands still did not touch her. "They share things like that all the time."
"Okay." Wade would've shrugged if Peter's forehead wasn't resting against his shoulder. He admired the blonde's lithe body while issuing his threat, "Kitty's corpse."

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"Ja," the blue mutant agreed, his body relaxing. "Aber, you'll need to leave from your room. I'll take you back, if you're ready?"

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"Oh, great," Cassandra rolled her eyes, trying to keep the smile out of her voice. "At least they don't have my name on them." Hands sliding down to cup Logan's face, she pulled him up for a kiss. "You /so/ owe me."
"Still not impressed," Bobby hummed. "I don't know, I guess I just find your desperate need to not look like a hero cute in a twisted pathetic sort of way."

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Holly sucked in her lips before frowning. She wrapped her arms around Kurt and buried her face into his chest as she sighed, "I don't want to leave."

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Logan shook his head, "Last night was because you owed me for dancing with you. We're even."






"It's not a 'desperate need'," Wade scowled. "I just don't want people getting the wrong idea. It's happened before and it wasn't pretty." The brunette in his lap had started to squirm, only holding still when Wade put a hand to his hip. "Now stop it; you're upsetting Petey."

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"I know," Kurt sighed again, this time keeping his arms at his sides. He couldn't give in again. The later it got, the more nervous he became about them getting found out. "It's not for much longer."

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"No, you owed me a dance because I agreed to marry your rude ass," Cassie countered, smirking. "And there's no such thing as even."
Sitting up, Bobby sighed, "If anyone is upsetting him, it's you. But, if you really want me to, I'll just go grab breakfast."

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Holly pulled away, eyes downcast as she sighed, "I know."

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"Then that means I don't owe you anything," Logan smirked as two of his thick fingers suddenly slipped inside his fianceé.
"Waddya want? I'll get it," Wade offered. "Petey needs to eat." His eyebrows wiggled. "You two seemed to be having fun on your own, anyway."

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A hand under her chin, Kurt tipped her head up so she would look at him. "Please don't look so sad, Entlein," he murmured, resisting the urge to kiss her again.

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Cassie cried out, back arching violently as she unsuccessfully tried to scramble away. Talk about unexpected. "Fuck!" she hissed, inner walls bearing down so tightly it was like she was trying to push him out, bedsheets clenched in angry fists. "You can't just /do/ that!"
"We do that just fine, actually," Bobby replied as he stood with hands on his hips. "Peter and I have great chemistry."

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Biting the inside of her bottom lip, Holly replied with doeful eyes, "How can I not be when you call me that?"

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Logan retracted his hand, "Hurt?" Though, he didn't sound too worried.
"I noticed," Wade chuckled. He didn't seem as worried about whatever budding relationship the two had when Peter was currently putty in his hands. "Whatever; if you're going down, bring back one of those sweet apples that are always in the crisper. And a paring knife."

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"Vould you razer me not?" Kurt asked, brows raising slightly. He was only teasing, figuring Holly would reject such a suggestion.

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"Kinda," Cassie huffed, starting to sit up and pushing on Logan's shoulder to make him give her more room. She closed herself off again, thighs coming together, as she moved further up the bed to lean against the pillows. "Surprised me," she languished while tucking hair behind her ear, eyes pouty.

 

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