SeX-Men Evolution

Betsy

"God your good" Betsy managed to whisper kissing his neck lightly not wanting to ever leave Alex. He was her god.
 
Havok

Alex lay there content, until the cold of the lake and the rain finally got to him. "We should get going"
 
Betsy

Betsy nodded slowly sliding off of him and gave a grin and she stood up.

"Your gonna have to give me your shirt since you destroyed my clothes."
 
Listening to Jean, he was suprised she had never... experimented. She was not only beautiful, but had a perfect body and everything, so needless to say it was a little hard to believe that she had never fucked anyone. But oh well, Lance would believe it...

As she sat down next to him, Lance turned to Jean curious what she was doing. However as she asked if he could help her out with a few experiments, feeling her hand on his leg so near his crotch, he was a bit shocked. "Wow you never struck me as the type to want to do... experiments... but ok..." he said with a smirk, his pants even straining harder. He sat there in a silence for a second or two before a slight rumbling began through the Mansion grounds, his power going haywire. Gaining control, Lance looked back down at the large bulge in the front of his jeans as it began to strain even more. It was like his cock was yelling at him with his own powers, demanding to be let free.
 
Cyclops

The city was burning. Sooty orange flames rolled out of the windows of the gutted building that still stood, casting garish dancing shadows over the structures that had tumbled down, and the abandoned cars strewn about on the street. Air raid sirens rang out in the distance, though there was no other sound above the crackle of fire and the clash of falling masonry.

One lone street light flickered, bent backward away from the street. In the pool of light it cast, a tall, thin youth stood, his head slightly bowed. He was clad in a tight fitting blue bodysuit with narrow bands that formed an "X" over his chest and back extending from his yellow boots to his shoulders. He wore yellow gloves that reached to mid-forearm, and on each shoulder was a triangular insignia with a black X on a red field. He was slender but his body was whipcord muscle, rippling under the tight fitting uniform as he raised his right hand to his temple. An oddly shaped visor covered his eyes and forehead, extending back to attach over his ears. It too was yellow, save for a wide inset red lens that ran from one temple to the other. His hand paused above a small set of controls on the visor, set on the right earpiece.

Suddenly, he turned as one of the buildings to the right exploded, a massive shape three stories tall smashing through it. It raised a steely hand, and a scintillating beam of blue-white energy lanced through the night. The young man was already moving, diving into a roll toward the towering creature. Behind him, the energy blast rent the pavement asunder, melting chunks of asphalt flying through the air.

He came to his feet running, darting between two parked cars. The metallic monster turned tracking his movements. Panels on its shoulders slid open, and a moment later, twin missles burst forth. Leaping away from the cars, he rotated in mid-air to face the lumbering machine. His fingers depressed one of the buttons on the visor, and the street was bathed in red light as a crimson beam shot from the visor, blasting the incoming projectiles to pieces. He held the button held as he hit the ground, rollingback slightly to walk the beam up the right side of the behemoth.

The thing staggered back from the impact, metal buckling as the torrent of power slammed against it. A cold synthetic voice boomed, "Mutant bio-signature confirmed." "Target Identified: Summers, Scott" The killing machine took another step toward him, pushing with all it's might into moving against the force of the blast.

"Perfect," Scott thought. He smiled slightly as he got to his feet, keeping his optic blast on the slowly approaching robot. Then he released the trigger, the red iris of his visor snapping shut, his blast vanishing. Suddenly having no resistance to its movement, the construct hurtled forward, smashing into the ground with a thunderous crash two feet in front of him. The rush of air blew Scott's hair back from his face as his fingers made an adjustment to his visor's settings. "My friends call me Scott." The monster started to rise slowly, the top of it's head in front of his face. "It's Cyclops to you." He pressed the trigger again, the iris opening far wider this time. The terrible machine's head shattered as the scarlet bolt slammed into it, pulverizing and smashing through the head before shearing the creature in two.

Cyclops cut the beam off. The cityscape was quiet now, the only sounds the guttering fires and sound of sparks coming from the rent electronics of the destroyed robot. Suddenly the mechanical corpse vanished. Then the flames went out, then the cars and debris faded away, the rest of the city disappearing last. He stood in a large room with metallic surfaces, no sign of the carnage that had existed a moment ago remained. A computerized voice, warmer and oddly feminine, emanated from the empty control room that jutted out into the large space. "Timed Challenge: Sentinel Destruction Complete." "Time 12.57 seconds." There was a pause as computers more complex than any military installation on Earth processed. "New record set by Cyclops." "Program ended." On the wall behind him, a door slid open.

Scott ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He should be happy. He'd actually beaten Wolverine's time by a whole second. It wasn't often anyone did better than the old man in destroying anything. He usually didn't even try...training with programs that emphasized finesse and tactics over raw destructive ability. Of course, he also always had someone in the control room in case something malfuntioned. But today he'd come here alone.

He walked out into the hallway, pulling a towel from a rack and wiping sweat from his face. Damn. He'd expected to feel better after that. He was feeling so tense, so frustrated lately. Destroying something...he thought that would make him feel better. Apparently, he was wrong.

He paced into the locker room, changing out of his uniform and heading for the showers. As he did so, he glanced at a clock. Hmm, he was supposed to be with the Professor in a few minutes to meet the new student, Stark. Well, they'd have to wait until he finished rinsing off. He grimaced at the thought. He didn't like that Stark would be here. The Professor has told him about Tony Stark's brilliance and the government's interest in the young genius. If the government wanted him, it was better he knew nothing about mutants or the X-Men in Scott's opinion. He and the Professor had...debated the idea rather forcefully yesterday. Something that was happening more and more often. Not that Scott really had any say in the matter. Stark was coming there and would be part of the team if he wanted to be.

As the water cascaded over him, he felt his body relax a little. Another choice made for him. He'd gotten pretty damn tired of that. Not that he could do much about it. The Professor has let Avalanche into the school and team too. A member of the Brotherhood...how many times had they fought? How many times had Alvers's tremors nearly crushed one of his friends? Now he was supposed to trust him, watch out for him as the team's field leader. Maybe it was because the Professor's greatest enemy was his best friend, but he didn't really seem to get the concept of "enemies."

He dried off, changing into a pair of sweats and a blue Xavier's t-shirt. He closed his eyes before removing his visor and donning a pair of red glasses. He settled them firmly in place, double checking to make sure that they were flush against his face. Then he opened his eyes, grimacing again at his reflection. He shouldn't be so frustrated really. His studies were going well, his training better. Alex was here, the new students and teacher were great, his friends were here...why did he feel like he was about to snap?

Jean. He needed to talk to Jean. She always knew the right thing to say to calm him down. Just being around her made him feel better. She was gorgeous too, which made her company all the more pleasant. Actually, all the girls at the school were lovely, including the teachers. His fantasies usually starred just Jean, but the other ladies had been making appearances lately, especially Miss Frost and Betsy Braddock. He combed his hair quickly, then looked at his reflection and shrugged. "Maybe I just have a thing for telepaths."

Scott headed up to the main floor of the mansion, walking out of the elevator. Jean was usually eating or studying around this time of day. He hadn't eaten all day either...Stark could wait long enough for him to grab something to eat.
 
Havok

Alex grinned at Betsy, rubbing her belly in a comforting fashion, chuckling lightly.

"I don't think so Betsy," Alex said with a grin, "Hey, you could have taken your skirt off, and your panties, well, I'm keeping. Your bra is in the lake, along with your shirt. Adn if you've got your shirt what do you need mine for?"

Alex grinned at her, teasing Betsy was becoming one of his favorite sports.
 
Betsy

Betsy gave a little frown. "My shirt's not long enough to cover my body! You don't want everyone too see my secret little tattoo do you? Bsides it's freezing!!!!"
 
Havok

Alex grinned again.

"I'll turn the heater on in the truck." A;ec bit his bottom lip, "and you can wrap your shirt around your waist and wear your bra, right? Prisoner?"
 
Betsy

Betsy pushed him playfully. He was enjoying tormenting her. She couldn't just walk in the house like that after all she was Betsy Braddock.

"Fine but then I'm going through the back." She said running to his car holding herself as she shivered a bit from the rain. If she caught a cold she'd kill him or at least get him back while he was asleep.
 
Jean smiled, when Lance told her he was willing to help her experiment. She was growing more and more curious about that bulge in his pants and she accidentally unzipped his pants and pulled them free of him with her mind. She laughed as the pants went flying across the room, then his underwear, in the opposite direction. "Sorry, I guess I wanted that to happen more than I could control." she said, but now stared down at the exposed, throbbing member that was Lance's cock. "It's...bigger than I would have guessed." she breathed, not even noticing her hand was automatically around it, stroking it. It felt hard as a rock, yet the skin was supple and smooth. She watched Lance's face as she moved her hands, "Like this?" she asked as she began to jack him off the way she had seen her roommate to to her boyfriend so many countless times. He moaned.

She smiled, her eyes wide with excitment. "What next?" she asked.
 
Suddenly feeling his pants unzip, and suddenly fly off, he glanced over at Jean, needless to say a little shocked, especially once his boxers flew off and his member popped out. "Wow... um those are pretty strong powers..." Lance said with a laugh, the laugh stopping as Jean took hold of his cock, her cool hand firmly yet softly gripping it. Suddenly feeling her hand pump his cock, Lance's eyes widdened as he moaned slightly. "Yeah, that's good..." he said quickly, his hand suddenly by instinct going up her skirt and into her panties, moving two fingers slowly between her wet lips.

However a realization came to him... they were doing this in the public cafeteria of the school, a place where anyone could easily at any moment simply walk into.

What next?

Lance turned to Jean with a grin. "Well before we do anything we might want to find more private surroundings. Unless of course you like doing this stuff out in the open..." Lance said with a laugh.
 
Jean laughed in return, enjoying the feel of Lances fingers in her private places. She bent to place her mouth on the head of his cock sending him a message telepathically, "I am not afraid of being walked in on, are you?" she asked in his mind, her beautiful eyes staring up at him from her place in his lap as she sucked.
 
Havok

Actually he wouldn't mind showing off her star tattoo, or her fine body. Maybe Betsy just didn't have his exhibitionist streak. He sighed and gathered their clothes, dressing before heading up to the truck. He grinned seeing Betsy there shivering and naked. He tossed her the bundle of clothes, his boxers wrapped up inside her shirt. He let her figure it out for herself while he unlocked the truck and started it up.
 
Betsy

"Thank you" Betsy said blowing him a kiss as she unfolded her shirt to slide it on. "mmm the sexy boxers. Wel you know after I wear them in I'm gonna have to keep them. A nice little souviner from today" She said giving a small grin and sliding them on as she struck a pose. "So how do I look?"
 
Wow... this girl kept on surprising Lance. One minute he thought she was a total goody goody, what with glee club and everything, but now Lance was obviously being proven wrong. Watching as she bent over and began to suck him off, Lance got her telepathic message. Thinking about it, he knew the risks. If caught by a rather pissed off teacher, chances were he'd get kicked out of this school and have to go back to the damn Brotherhood, which was the last thing the guy wanted. Taking a deep breath, he cocked an eye brow, "Me? Afraid? Never..."

Lifting her head from his cock, Lance got up and lied down on the table. Pulling her up with him, he positioned himself so his cock would be in her face while hey pussy in his, the classic 69 position. Wasting no time, Lance brought his mouth to Jeans pussy, already begining to lick up and down before begining to lick inside, his fingers going to her clit, rubbing it with his thumb and index fingers.
 
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Jean was surprised someone other than herself could bring her pussy so much pleasure. She moaned as he played with her clit, a dribble of his semen momentarily escaping her lips, but then she hurried to lick it all back up, not wanting a drop to be spilt. It tasted so salty, sweet and nice to her as she swallowed. He began to flex his hips, pushing his dick toward her as she sucked faster and her knees shook as she began to get even more excited fromhis ministrations to her already damp before but now dripping wet pussy. It felt so good, no wonder her rommmate friend was so slutty. She began to tremble as he ate her out, her excitement growing by the second. It caused her to suck harder and pull his cock even deeper into her throat as she moaned.
 
Continuing to eat Jean out, Lance had to give it to her. She was suppousedly a rookie at the whole blowjob thing, but... well she could sure give a good blowjob. Taking a finger her inserted it into her now dripping pussy, moving it in and out quickly as he continued to eat her out and play with her clit. As she sucked harder, Lance knew he would cum pretty soon, so he'd see how far he could go. Taking his now wet and well lubricated middle finger, her continued to eat Jean out while slowly inserting his finger into Jeans tight ass. Suddenly her pushed his entire finger in, not moving it yet so she could get used to it.
 
Cyclops

As he approached the dining room, Scott heard Jean's voice, low and muffled by the distance. A faint smile flickered across his face. Good. He'd just talk this out with Jean and maybe get back to normal. Another voice responded to her, one that he couldn't quite make out. Then he felt the ground under him roll ever so slightly, holding onto a wall to steady himself. "Alvers." "Did he lose control?" "Or did he attack?" No, not an attack. He'd have done more damage than a little ground swell. Scott grimaced, more annoyed than anything else. He understood not being able to control your powers, more than anyone except Rogue, but the former Brotherhood member really needed to learn some self-control.

The smile was gone from his face as he strode forward, his tension welling up once more. He was almost there when he heard Jean moan, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine and an electric thrill through his groin. He crept closer, hearing other odd sounds now...wet slurps punctuated with small moans and groans. He glanced down, a crumpled pair of black boxers on the hallway floor near the entrance to the dining room. "What...is going on," he muttered. There was an odd, musky smell in the air. He felt like he should know what it was...

Scott crept closer, pausing at the doorway. He looked at the far dining room wall where a long mirror hung. In it's reflective surface, he saw Jean and Lance locked together, one atop the other. His mind went blank as his jaw dropped, not able to believe what he was seeing. In the mirror he could see Jean's head bobbing up and down as she greedily sucked Lance's member. The look on her face...she was loving every minute of it. How many times had he imagined seeing that look? But not like this.

He took a few steps back, leaning against the wall for support, his mind a whirl of emotion. Arousal, envy, anger, betrayel, and hurt whipped through him. Why this? She knew that he was attracted to her, he always had been. If she wanted...why not come to him? Why go to Alvers? He'd tried to kill her, kill all of them in the past! Alvers! Damn him!

A sudden dark desire welled up in him, a fierce want to step into the room and blast Alvers apart. His hands tightened into fists, a snarl twisting his handsome face. Blow him right out from under her...see his body snap and break. His right hand started to reach for his glasses, but he stopped, letting it fall to his side as his bloody thoughts fled. Why hadn't she chosen him?

"Because I'm not what she wants." "Not what anyone wants." "Even me." He stood again, his face impassive. He looked back into the mirror, watching the two of them enjoying each other for a few moments in silence. Then he reached out and softly closed the door to the room, locking it. She should have her pleasure in peace.

He turned and walked away, back into the foyer, out the front doors into the night. Scott didn't really notice. All he could think of was getting away from here. If only he could leave his thoughts behind.
 
Emma

"Summers where do you think your going?"

Emma stood at the bottom of the steps her arms crossed. She had come downstairs to get some more strawberry's from the fridge when she seen Scott on the way out the front doors. It was too damn dark to be out right now and she would not be responsible if anything happened to him. He was Xavier's prize pupil well him and Jean and she would not take the heat for something happening to him. This job had too many perks to leave.
 
Cyclops

"Summers, where do you think your going?"

Scott looked up at the voice, startled to see Miss Frost standing at the bottom of the stairs, her arms crossed over her chest. She was the newest instructor here, he didn't really know her. Yet, the Professor trusted her...maybe he should too. Then again, the Professor trusted Alvers.

"Just...I needed some fresh air, Miss Frost." "I had to get out of the school for a little while," he tried to keep his voice normal, but an edge of pain crept in. He looked at her disapproving expresssion, and though part of him admired just how striking she looked like that, he was too upset to give it much thought. "I'm big enough not to get lost in the dark." "I appreciate the concern...but there's no need for it."

Of course, he was trying to leave after all students were supposed to be in for the night. But at this point, he could care less about the rules.
 
Emma Frost

"If you need air then I suggest you open a window but I will not allow you to leave at this hour, wheather you'll get lost in the dark or not."

As if to show him she were serious she used her powers to close the front door as the lock clicked into place.

"Problems in paradise?" It didn't take her powers to notice something was wrong.
 
Cyclops

Scott sighed as the door swung shut behind him. Damn it, he should have kept walking. He would have accused her of reading his mind, but he knew she didn't have to. "You could say that," he said after a pause.

Her face was still stern, but he felt she did care. Even if it was that she didn't want to get in trouble for letting a student do something stupid. "I've been feeling...tense lately." "Frustrated." For a lot longer than a while. "The Professor and I, we've fought a lot, and I feel like he'd making my decisions for me." Why was he telling her this? He never talked to anyone like this, except Jean. "Like always."

He ran a hand through his hair, "When I get this ticked off, I usually talk to Je-, to a friend to calm down." "But...my friend's found someone else to...spend time with."
 
Emma

"Ah yes Ms. Grey." Emma nodded knowingly. It was a common fact that the two of them were always together. To see them apart was very rare of a sight indeed. Emma wondered exactly what was going on. It would have been easy just to pry into his mind but she wanted to hear from him.

"Would you like to talk about it?"
 
Cyclops

"No, I don't." He looked away from her, back toward the dining room. "I don't even want to think about it." The frustration and betrayel he felt was clear in his voice now. "I want to get away from here, drive to an old quarry or something and just cut loose." He half snarled, "I want to destroy something."

He was silent for a few moments, "which is why I really need to talk about it." "Do you mind if we go somewhere else?" "I'm not the most open person...and this is too public for me."
 
Emma

Emma gave a grin. He had alot of anger in him she could feel it radiating off of him in waves.

"sure we can go to my office. follow me" She said with a smile leading him up the stairs, into the hallway and finally into her office which was of course white.
 
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