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He let out an instinctive laugh as he saw the light glow brighter on the face the moment the hood went down. She was so excited, so beautiful when she smiled and held on to the car to look outside. For a moment he saw her like an angel, being released from it's containment. "Don't rush yourself now." He warned playfully as she became more and more daring, his head tilting to watch her every two seconds to make sure that she doesn't fall out of the car. When he saw she had a grip on herself, he snickered lightly and hit the gas a little harder so she could go faster, and have the wind knock her back playfully. Yet he found that she responded by standing up and holding on, not sitting back down. At that moment, he felt a little saddned. He didn't realize why at first, but soon after he concluded that he felt bad at how locked away from the world someone with this much beauty and spirit was. Who had the right to tell her how to live, to shell her like so. Before he could finish his thoughts, bump. All of a sudden with a yelp, here she was thrown onto him. Without him even noticing, his arm was already wrapped around her and pushing her against him to keep her from falling further. The embrace...it felt nice...and he turned his to look at her as she flushed. His expression was plain, but words quickly escaped his lips. "Come here." His arms tightened around her waist and he pulled her upwards, not back onto her seat but onto his lap. She was small enough compared to him that she could literally sit on him, her head craning perfectly at his neck, and her feet not touching the ground, only touching his lower legs.

"You're exaggerating," she murmured, rolling her eyes at his statement about working longer than she was alive. He had to be... Wasn't he? She shrugged it off, looking over at him as he spoke. Watching him carefully, she arched an eyebrow at him, clearly interested in what he was up to. They had been driving for a while now... Weren't they supposed to be going somewhere? She squealed as soon as the wind hit her face, discomfort at first, then delight spreading across her face. She giggled a little never having been in an actually converitble before, considering her father and her past security guards had found them unsafe and too easy a target. She leaned up, arching her back off the seat a little so that he hair would blow back behind her as she closed her eyes and smiled. Deciding to be daring, she unhooked her seat belt and grabbed the edge of the hook, pulling herself up into a standin position. From there, she stook and held on to the hook, letting the window blow her hair around as she laughed and grinned, much too excited for a twenty year old. She was just so sheltered that little things like this amazed her. All the sudden, the car hit a bump, and she squealed as she lost her balance. It caused her to fall toward him, and her eyes went wide.

He hid his own feelings by a slightly expressionless look as they drove. The truth of the matter is that he didn't even realize or take into account how he was holding her, how pulling her onto his lap would seem innapropriate. It all slipped his mind when she was thrown over against his body. He couldn't bare to keep his senses locked away, the ones he relied on so heavy every day to protect people were all pooling towards her. She was gravitating, her touch and feel as she leaned back and relaxed against him was priceless. He didn't know why, but it felt right to be her support. To be what she leaned on, held, took comfort in. His lips curled into a bit of a grin as she mentioned her lack of driving skills, watching her hands creep slowly onto the wheel and barely touch his own. When she turned towards him and asked about their destination, his eyes met with her own dangerously. He knew that when he looked at her, it was hard to look away and that wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do when you're on the road. Instead, he slipped her hands beneath his own, letting her hands spread softly along the steering wheel as he held his own hands onto them from above. "No, you're taking us somewhere." He winked playfully at her. "Right there actually, just turn the next left." He snickered just then, throwing her a small curve ball during the intimate actions.

Fiona felt herself blushing like mad when he pulled her into his lap, a little shocked at his actions. She wanted to question him, and to ask him why he was insisting on pulling her so close. Her eyebrows creased with confusion, but the adrenaline from the hood being down and the feeling of his body pressed against her's left her speechless. She swallowed and leaned back, her back pressing into the strong muscles of his best and her bottom pressing into his toned thighs. Almost every square inch of her ivory skin was a painful red as she forced her to self to look at the road to distract herself, tongue tied for several moments. Biting her lip, her hands slid up to hold the steering wheel right above his hands. "Dad never let me learn to drive," she murmured, not realizing what she was saying before it spilled forth from her mouth. It was actually kind of embarrassing, but her father's excuse was that she was privileged enough to never have to drive, so why take the risk and waste the time? A smirk spread across her lips, feeling her fingers barely brush against his as she held the wheel carefully. "I thought you were taking me somewhere," she said, turning to look over her shoulder at him. Her eyes rolled up to glance into his, and she arched an eyebrow.

He snorted at her comments as they drove and turned the left, as they did his foot hit the brakes slowly as they were suddenly on another busy street. There were signs everywhere, pubs, liquor stores, casinos and hotels. It was bright, and orange colors lit up the sky. "Oh yeah, because you know I'm actually the most open and sensitive guy." He fired back sarcastically, before he turned the wheel along with her hands to park the Hummer on the side of the road by a Pool Hall. "Besides, If you really thought I was such a bad guy you wouldn't have even let me take you here. Which reminds me, we are here." He opened his door and hit the button on the side of the steering wheel to raise the roof of the hummer again. He gently picked her up and for that one accidental, necessary moment, their bodies fully touched. He set her on the ground and shut the door behind him, locking the car before tilting his head to the pool hall. "Know what to do, or should I teach you how to play aswell?"

Fiona's stomach fluttered as his hands moved over her own, and she blushed even harder as she felt the heat of his palms sliding over her skin. It was a good thing she wasn't driving, because she wouldn't even be able to concentrate on the road in front of her. His presences was filling her senses to the brim, leaving her unable to think or feel anything but him. A smile spread across her lips at his joke, and she moved her hands along with his when they turned left and on to another road. "You're being awfully cryptic," she murmured, smirking at the passing scenery. "And I just met you... Should I be worried?" Her eyebrows raised at that, but she wasn't the least bit worried. No, even if he was a dangerous man, she wasn't even sure she cared. Right now, she was just reveling in the fact that someone - an attractive older man, at that - was holding her, and for once, she wasn't being sheltered from everything.

"Oh you do?" He said playfully, almost in disbelief. Though he did purposley over dramatize his words to tease just a little more. He snickered as she stood tall, broadoned those shoulders and walked in like nothing could touch her. He smiled at that, almost admiring her for what she did when he thought she would just take shelter in him again. It was honestly something he didn't expect, and something that made him slowly fall for her even more, despite him not even realizing his own feelings. From outside, he could tell that all eyes were on her and that everybody was looking at her like she was some kind of meat that they could sink their teeth in. Being a Superhero makes you fond of dramatic entrances, so as such he pushed the door open loud enough that attention was on him instead of her. He walked up to the pool table where she stood with her queue and flashed her a grin as she spoke. "Well I'll bet you two hundred bones this Thomas fella wasn't nearly as good as I am." He then reached into his pocket, and pulled out two hundred dollar bills and placed them on the edge of the pool table. At the same time, he shot a death glance at everyone that was watching them. It almost had murderous intent rather than a protective one, and just as he did, the hall erupted in grunts and throat clearing as people pretended to be doing something else. He snickered at that, and bent down beneath the pool table to grab the triangle. He set up all the balls and walked up behind her, leaning all the way down to her ear only to teasingly whisper. "I'll even let you break."

Fiona looked over at the pool hall, her eyes moving over its suggestive appearance with wary eyes. Walking along beside him, she arched an eyebrow. Oh, no, she was not about to be made to look like the spoiled brat again. Shaking her head, she smirked. "Actually, I know how to play," she murmured, shrugging a bit. "We had a pool table in one of the houses I grew up in. One of the houses I actually spent more than a year in, anyway. My day time guard, Thompson, taught me how." When they approached the door, goosebumps formed on her skin. It was mainly large, gruff-looking men and a few of their girlfriends crowded around. A band played up on stage, and a bar was to the left. The air was thick with smoke, but she didn't let it faze her. The only thing that made her uncomfortable was the amount of eyes on her, signalling that she definitely didn't belong. Walking over to a pool table, determined not to let him think she was a "princess", she grabbed a pool cue and stood it up on the ground and leaned against it casually, her head tilted to the side and her hair flowing over her shoulder. She smiled at him, a sunny disposition on her face compared to earlier that day. It was just so nice to be with someone who wasn't insisting that they stayed at home, locked away from any sort of danger. If this had been any normal day, she would have fallen asleep with one of her textbooks or to one of her favorite movies while sitting in a quiet, lonely house. Right now, she felt alive.

He stood behind her as she took aim of the balls and struck perfectly. As she did, he let out a high pitched whistle. Now the trick was, he timed it just right that when she turned to look at him, she wouldn't know if he whistled at the three balls she sank or the fact that her perfect ass was strung high in the air for him to look at. "Oh please." He smirked at her and walked around the pool table, standing between her and the bar full of men. He leaned on it lightly as he noticed the balls, she sank two solids and one stripe ball. "I'll sink all my stripes before you let two more solids in." He teased crossed his arms, flexing lightly in the process as his eyes were dead locked on her own. It was both strategic and emotional, she simply looked mesmerizing and he always wanted to have his eyes on her. At the same time, knowing that she realizes he's looking up and down her body with who knows what kinds of thoughts would most likely make her miss the next shot, giving him a chance to take the lead. Or so he thought the strategy would go. Game on.

Fiona shivered a little when he came up behind her, his hot breath dancing across her ear. She swallowed and nodded, looking as confident as ever. Leaning over the table, she took on a perfect form, squinting one eye as she aimed. As she took deep breaths, concentrating on the ball, she rocked her hips a little and pointed her ass in the air a little. With a pop, all the balls went in different directions. Three went straight into nearby pockets. A smirk spread across her face as she let out a satisfied sigh, then turned to look over at him. It was obvious her ego took a little boost, and she moved out of his way. "I would start saying goodbye to your money," she taunted, then twirled the pool cue between her fingers like one would a pencil. She was oblivious to the eyes on her, for her adrenaline was too high at the moment. All her focus was on him and the fact she was in a new place, not that there could be any danger lurking around. It was clear she was naive about the real world, but it was hard not to be wen you were with a man like Axel. She felt untouchable.

His eyes never left her as she twirled around the table like she owned the place. It was almost graceful in a very...naughty kind of way. He watched her sink another in, debating on what to keep his eyesight on, the actual game or her ass when she stuck it out so teasingly. She didn't make it any easier for him when she so seductively walked right up to him and bent over, leaning just perfectly so her ass swayed just inches away from him. He bit down on his lip roughly, preventing himself from reaching out and grabbing it. Oh she knew how to play him alright, but he wasn't going down that easy. "Hmm, not bad for a little girl." He flashed her a grin, before teasingly and almost playfully he gently bumped her with his hip to very softly have her take a step sideways. He leaned over to hit for the first time, and as he did his form was impeccable. He could almost be a statue at that point, muscles perfectly framed, hands steady, like a man holding a spear. It wasn't him dramatizing everything, he just had a habit of...visiting, pubs like these when a day goes bad. Time after time, with already super natural skills, a guy gets pretty good at the game. He angled his queue, and in a quick motion his first two striped balls were in. It was like a bolt of lightning, hit in a flash and the sound of the balls hitting one another cracked like thunder. That time, he was overplaying it just to intimidate her a little bit. Once his balls were in, he turned and flashed her a playful smile. His face saying it all.

Fiona rolled her eyes, watching him with a grin on her face. She reached up and ran a hand through her hair, then letting it flow back over her shoulder again. The way his eyes stayed on her were making her nervous or excited - she wasn't quite sure which one. It took a moment to pry her eyes away from his, and she peered down at the balls intently. Taking a deep breath, she bent back over to the table again, her legs shifting the same way they did the first time. Her ass swiveled a little, though she didn't notice. With another pop, the white ball sent another solid flying into a pocket. She stood back up and huffed, a little disappointed, but walked around to find her next aim... Looking up at him, her eyes held a glimmer of mischief. She moved directly in from of him, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and bent back over the pool. This time, she was bending over merely inches away from where he stood. Why did she do that? She had no clue. Never had she really thought of her self as a flirty, teasing girl before, but his presence was bringing something completely different out of her. And she had to admit, she kind of liked it. Striking the ball, she watched a solid go straight for a pocket, only to hit the edge and bounce to the side. A grunt of frustration left her lips, and she stepped back to give him an challenging eyebrow raise. "Well, show me what you've got," she quipped, a competitive tone to her voice.

He flashed her a playful grin as she called him lucky, before walking up right beside her where she stood at the table. He leaned backwards against it, and picked up a beer that he had called for when she wasn't paying attention. He took a swig from the bottle before setting it back down and leaning over the table beside her. "Alright, I'll make it a little more challenging." He positioned himself where she was between him and the table. Literally she was cornered between his chest and two arms. He leaned forward enough that his lips barely touched her neck, and he looked at the ball and the table over her shoulder. A quick jolt just like before, their body touched for a mere second before he took his eyes up and locked them with her own. A second later, the sound of another ball sinking it pelted through. Now he had the same amount of balls sunk as she did. "Look at that, I got lucky again." He flashed her a teasing smile, not realizing that the ball he sunk was a solid ball, giving her the advantage...or did he?

"I'm not a little girl," Fiona mumbled under her breath, stepping to the side and placing a hand on her hip. She watched him carefully, her eyes tracing his body as he leaned over and took his position. Biting her lip, she took in his toned muscles that seemed to bulge perfectly with every move he made... Staring at him intently, her throat going dry, she had almost forgot to breath. Why did he have this effect on her? She'd never felt this way... And now, not only was she forgetting to breath, she was forgetting that they were playing a game in a room full of people. It wasn't until the crash of the balls rang through the air that she came back to reality with a jolt, smirking when he turned to look at her. If only he knew that the entire time he was turned around, she was looking him up and down. It would probably make him even more arrogant, she thought. "Lucky shot," she quipped, giving him a casual shrug. A grin was plastered on her face, because by the look of is technique, it was definitely not by luck. This man knew the game, and he had experience. She wondered what else he was talented at...

The stalemate between them was something that he relished. The way she looked at him so enthralled as he had her within his grasp, the way she simply...fit, against him was almost too fluid to be true. He was literally inches away from her lips before she turned around and noticed his 'mistake'. He blinked as she mentioned the ball was solid, and he peeked up over her shoulder to look. A perfectly timed wince made it so it looked as if he regretted what he had done, knowing how to perfectly sink a shot didn't make this mistake excusable. "Mmm...I wouldn't say that." He commented as she told him he was not so lucky, just as she had bent over in front of him to sink another ball. Just as before, her hips perked up and her ass straddled upwards, except this time as she sank the ball her ass lightly grinded against his pants. He wouldn't let her know if he had stepped forward or if he was luckily positioned, for for those moments her ass had grinded against his clothed length. Now she knew that this is why he wouldn't say he wasn't lucky. On the other hand, she was two solids and the black ball away from winning. He however took a moment to shoot a glare towards the old man who whistled, and he noticed that it was a number of men and not just one that were amassing behind him. He couldn't tell her what they were thinking, it would ruin everything about her night and somehow he felt like he had to protect that from anything. He would have to deal with this alone when she wasn't paying attention. Or so he hoped.

Fiona quite literally did not breath when he cornered her, her hands moving backwards to brace herself on the felt-covered table behind her. She bit her lip, her eyes studying his face as his muscled reached around her. She would have liked to pretend like it didn't faze her, that her mind was still on the game and that she was only concentrating on the balls crashing against one another. However, her mind was clouded and the only thing existed was his body rocking against her's for the split second, his breath ghosting across her neck, and the way his smile managed to reach his eyes in the most genuine, sexiest way she had ever witnessed... "I... I...," she stammered, unable to hide the effect he had on her. In order to stop herself from sounding like a blabbering idiot, she turned around and looked at the pool table. It took her a few moments, but when she realized it, a smirk spread across her lips. "Not so lucky," she murmured, "That was my solid you just sunk. Ha!" She turned a looked at him in the way that anyone would do when they realized they were coming out on top of a competitive game. Reaching over, she snagged the beer he had sitting down and took a swig of it, looking over at him with that same glint of mischief in her eyes. Swallowing, her nose wrinkled a little at the taste, but she quickly got over it. With a quick turn, she was position in front of him, bending over and aiming once again. Right as she bent over, she heard a whistle. Her eyebrow arched and her head popped up for a moment, seeing a gruff looking man standing at the bar with a grin on his face. She rolled her eyes and went back to aiming, obviously not fazed. With a pop, she sunk another solid.

Axel watched her as...intriguingly as ever while she sank shot after shot in, watching her smile grow bigger and bigger with every ball she sunk in. He had a grim smirk across his lips while she played, the game being the farthest thing from his mind. All that occupied it was thoughts of questioning. Why he was so happy to see her happy. Why would he throw away his ego just so she can have her fun. How did he feel that way about her so quickly. It was all enough to take him out of focus as she cleared the table, and finally he snapped back to reality as she turned and smiled at him, glowing with beauty. His eyes hooked with hers for a moment, and he broke a smile out of instinct. "Well, you're buying me another beer since you're two hundred dollars richer. So it's not all a loss I suppose." He flashed her a playful wink, only for his expression to literally shift from a soft, teasing one to a grim look of frozen hatred at the man who stepped beside her. If she had kept her eyes on Axel, the change of expression would have frightened her quicker than how his queue hit the balls. He stood there silently for a few moments, watching the man and his posse hit on and advance on Fiona. When she stepped aside and away from him, that was the last straw. Midway through the man pressing, stepping closer, instead of coming in contact with Fiona he found Axel's fist instead. There wasn't any talk, no movie like intimidation or any wise-ass snappy comebacks that made him look cool. No, none of that, he simply flat out drew back his arm and before anyone even saw him move his fist had collided with the man's face. All this was acknowledged when the sound of a huge crack drew the attention of everybody to the far end of the bar, where that man had broken through a counter and took all the contents atop it with him. He was bleeding prefiously from his face, and his nose was completley un-alligned. "Now, I better think of something snappy or some sort of come back. At least that's how it always happens in the movies right?" With that, his head turned and flashed a wicked grin towards his 'friends' along the bar, who were needless to say, going to have a few issues with what he just did.

Fiona looked over her shoulder and blushed when she realized that she had indeed rubbed up against him when she sunk the ball. Biting her lip, she understood what he had said, and rolled her eyes. He was just trying to flatter her, and she knew it. I mean, why would this attractive older guy be interested in her? He had made it pretty clear that he thought of her as a "spoiled daddy's girl" from the get go, so she took his comments and actions with a grain of salt. From there, Fiona managed to sink the rest of her solids with ease. It was obvious that she had not lied about knowing the game, even if he had given her advantage. However, this did not stop her from getting an incredible ego boost. After all, she had not expected to win - not against him- and the thought of him letting he win had not crossed her mind. Smirking with satisfaction, she immediately turned around and leaned against the table, reclined a little as she looked up at him. "Looks like you're not the best at everything," she murmured, taking a dig at how he claimed to be better than all her guards put together earlier that day. However, she was practically glowing, and her smile was genuine. She had not had this much fun in... Well, she couldn't remember. Her eyes settled on his and softened at the eye contact, only breaking when she felt a presence beside her. "Hey Sweetheart," the older man from the bar said, leaning against the table beside her. He grinned at her, and Fiona stood up straight with a sense of discomfort. He either didn't notice Axel, or chose not to acknowledge him. At the bar, his group of friends were whistling and hollering their encouragement. "Can I buy you a drink?" Fiona shook her head, blushing a bit as she side stepped away from him. "Um... No, thanks..." "Oh, Come on, Honey," he pressed, stepping closer. "Let me buy you a drink."

The feeling of Fiona's touch as he hands wrapped around his wrists and began tugging him away snapped him slightly out of his anger. His gaze was set on the men that sat threatning for the longest time, it had seemed that Fiona's attempts were going to vain. She could tell that he was angry, more angry than any normal body guard would be. He couldn't help himself for feeling like this, just the fact that someone did something that remotley bothered her sent a fire of anger raging through his chest. Yet finally as she had been slowly dragging him towards the door, her final scentance and a look into her gentle blue eyes took his attention. He turned his head to look down at her, his angry expression intimidating at first, but softening as he took his breaths and heard her whispers. He slipped his hand into her own, shooting one final dart of a cold stare towards the men before he walked forward along with her. "Come on, I'm taking you home." As he said that, he walked to the car parked just outside the pool hall. He opened the door and sat in, before turning the ignition and revving the engine as she stepped in herself. He needed those moments to calm down, he needed his anger to steam away slowly. He needed that touch of hers again to calm down, as if his body was asking her desperately to couch and hold him so he could maintain himself.

Fiona's eyes went wide, and she let out a yelp of surprise as he sent the man across the bar. Relief could be seen on her face for a short moment, happy to have the man away from her and to know that Axel was there to make sure he didn't come back... But the relief was short lived once she saw that the man's friends were not exactly thrilled at Axel's actions. The pool hall fell silent, even the band stopping during their set, and she bit her lip. A blush crept across her cheeks, and she instinctively moved toward him at the sight of the group of men approaching. Her hand wrapped around his wrist, and she started to pull him toward the door. While she'd normally scold someone for doing something so out of line and irrational, she couldn't seem to shake the fact that no one had ever done anything like that for her. Never had someone come to her defense in such a way... Her blue eyes rolled up to look at him, suspicious deep within them. The way he punched that man seemed too powerful to be true... It gave her chills. "I'll buy you a beer at another bar," she said quietly, desperately trying to pull him toward the door. Deep down, she simply couldn't imagine watching him get plundered to death by the gruff looking men. Even after the short amount of time she had spent with him, she could not let him get her. Something inside of her wanted to know that she would see him the next day, and hopefully, many days after that. "Let's go, Axel," she whispered, her blue eyes connected with him. And then, she gave him a soft little smile - A smile that she hoped would tell him that she had indeed had a nice time (all because of him) but they needed to get the hell out.

As he backed out of parking, and hit the gas to start heading with her home, the drive and calmness of the night that had finally settled on the city started effectively calming him down. Her touch, when she slid into the middle seat and held and rested on his bicep was the final key to lock away all that anger and power that had surged through him just moments before. It took just a few minutes, before his expression relaxed and his chest heaved upwards for him to take a deep breath. He paused for a moment, turning the radio off completely. "Look I'm...sorry, I don't know what came over me." He paused again, trying to gather his thoughts and feelings that were just flooded with anger. He asked himself the same questions she was wondering. Why had he gone so far? Why was he so angry? It wasn't that he didn't know the answer, because he already knew that he had quickly but assertivley fallen head over her heels for this girl who was his contrast in every way. It's just that it was hard to admit, he had so much to hide, it was unproffessional and would interfere with everything he was taught to do. Yet emotions, they aren't as easy to beat as villains or objects. "When he came up to you I just...I just really didn't want a piece of shit like that to even touch someone as gorgeous as you are." When he said his last words, it wasn't delivered so much in a cheeky flirtatious way. No, the way he said it showed that he truly meant the literal meaning of gorgeous. That he saw how bright and beautiful she was, how she lit up the whole poolhall just by standing up straight and smirking. He had paused just then again, as if to wonder if he had the right to say that. As if to wonder if that was something she wanted to hear, or if he had crossed the line. It was almost like he was wondering her approval, not of his words but of his feelings as they were. As best as he could present them anyway, punching a guy half to death and saying a few words were really the only way he knew how.

Fiona winced when he told her he was taking her home, but followed him out anyway. Normally she would shoot a retort back at him, not about to be hauled home like an infant, but something about the way his jaw tensed with anger told her it wasn't the time to argue. That look he gave those men was chilling, and she suddenly felt very grateful that it was not directed at her. She hesitated a moment before getting in the car, looking at him though the window. She bit her lip and noticed that he was obviously fuming - that the men in the pool hall had had a greater effect on him than she imagined. She slowly shook her head. But why? Why was he so upset because a man had hit on her? Surely he really didn't care about her past a professional level... Maybe he was just dedicated to his job. Sliding into the seat beside him, she didn't stop at the passenger side, but slid into the middle seat. Her hand went up to rest on his bicep in a comforting way, looking at him with confused, yet soft eyes. "Hey," she whispered, turning down to radio in the car. "It's not that big of a deal, Axel..." It was so odd, because while she had many guards over the years, nothing like this ever happened. Yet, she never had a guard quite like him, either.

As impossibly curious as anyone would be in his situation, his head tilted to examine her expression after what he said. What he saw really didn't make him feel any better, or any worse. She seemed more confused that he was, and after a second of thought he didn't really blame her. He took a long, delayed sigh as he kept his arm and her hand hooked together. Before saying anything else, he had parked the car in a small alley way that boxed them in away from anyone, away from all the lights and passing cars, the pedestrians and the noise. He turned the ignition off and let out another small sigh, resting his back with a bit of a flop onto the seat. "I can't be your bodyguard anymore." He exclaimed slowly, running his free hand through his hair as his head tilted to rest on the car's door for a moment. He seemed perplexed, and after a bit of silence he turned to face her. His expression was a first. It wasn't angry or snarky or soft, it was more...genuine. His green hues locked with her own again, and his hand trailed ever so lightly to run one of his fingers down your cheek. "I can't because...well, yes, really." He said, as a response to what she asked. "I haven't seen someone like you before...It's like, you have all these things to deal with and yet you walk into a place and it lights up just because you smiled." He looked away from her to rest his head against the window again, commiting career suicide in his mind. At least he wouldn't look at her to avoid the damage. "I'm too emotionally attatched to you...it means I put you in more danger than I protect you from. I could have easily just pushed him away and left, but I couldn't...I had to knock his teeth in, and that in turn brought more violence that you could have been caught in." Everything he was saying was perfectly logical, but his expression was pained. "This isn't your fault."

Fiona shook her head and smiled, reaching up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear that kept getting in the way of her vision. Her other hand stayed on his arm, her thumb unknowingly rubbing circles on the smooth skin of his bicep. "It's okay. I mean... You were just doing your job, I guess," she murmured, surprised at his apology. Why would he be sorry for protecting her? She was just concerned at how angry he seemed, as if the man had done something to personally harm him. She just assumed that she was the spoiled rich girl that she was asked to watch, and in order not to lose his job, he protected her. She never dreamed that he did what he did because it truly bothered him. His next statement rendered her speechless, and her face softened. It took her a moment to let his words sink in, her eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as she looked over at the older man. The expression on her face told one thing, and that was that she was not told things like that often. Well, not in that way. Not in that fierce, genuine tone that he used... It confused her, because she really just didn't under stand why he would feel this way about her. Not that she was insecure, because she wasn't, but she thought she had him figured out. And it seemed as if she was the farthest from his personal interests... "I... I...," she stammered, biting her lip out of habit. "Really?"

His head stayed motionless, leaning on the window and staring out the windshield as she backed away from him and said what she did. He couldn't tell her all the truth, how could he. The one thing he protected the most, the one thing he held closest to his heart, his own identity, was being replaced. It wasn't his identity that he wanted to protect to viciously anymore, it wasn't his identity that he wanted to hold closest to his heart, it was her. The slam of the door was like a stab into his chest. He didn't know how to deal with these emotions and niether did she. He didn't blame her, he shouldn't blame her, but he felt like a hole had been dug through his chest. His stomach fell and he felt nauseous. Just then, lightning flashed through the sky and a thunder boom quickly followed. It started raining like it was no body's business. He had to make a decision. He could either protect his identity, lock up everything and throw it away and learn to live with this gaping feeling, or he would get the fuck out of his car and chase her down that alley way before she got a step further. Before she could even take another step forward, he was there behind her. He was soaked from top to bottom, his hair wet and falling over his eyes, his wifebeater soaked badly enough that his skin showed through, his jeans, shoes, everything drenched from the rain. "This isn't fair!" He yelled out from behind her so his voice could be heard through the rain, the alleyway was lit by one single light coming from a streetlight at the end of it. He caught up to her and blocked her way lightly, putting a hand on the wall. "You don't understand what it's like to be torn between your job and your feelings! It's not like I just 'chose' to be this caught up in you!" He was angry and confused, but he wasn't attacking her. He paused between sentances, giving her room to argue back. They were undoubtedly both angry at this point.

Fiona immediately looked hurt, starting at him through the darkness of the alley they were parked in. Her eyes stayed locked on him, studying him carefully. She swallowed nervously when he touched her cheek; not nervous because she was afraid of what he would do, but nervous because of how much she wanted him to touch her even more... to hold her like no one else ever had. She chewed her lip, not knowing what to say, but feeling a sting in her chest at his resignation. Why was she so upset? She had went though many, many body guards in her life time. They came and they went, just like the seasons. It was nothing new to her. However, she found her chest aching a little at the idea of him leaving, almost as if she felt he was giving up on her. "Fine," she snapped, reacting in the only way she knew how. She was never good at being sad, she hated seeming weak. So the only rational thing for her to do was to lash out. Pulling away from him, she turned and yanked the car door handle with a furious swipe of her hand. She stumbled out of the large vehicle, having to grab the door to steady herself before throwing a hurt glare over her shoulder at him. "Then you're fired... Starting now. I'll walk home." And with that, she stubbornly slammed the door shut and stomped off. It wasn't her smartest idea, considering that she didn't even pay attention to how he got there. After all, she was a little distracted by... well, him, while they drove. She didn't even know what direction to walk, but she sure as hell was not going to be riding in the car with him.

He looked straight at her during the outburst of her own, standing so close to her he could feel the shivers and goosebumps than ran along her body from the cold rain. His own expression was frustrated, hurt, confused from her own words. He just swayed his arms and looked like he wanted to just yell back his own side of the story again. Lightning stuck again, and like that she ducked under his arm and started walking away from him yelling. He turned to face her again as she paused and listened again, this time infuriated by her words. "You still don't understand! You're not the one that will have to move on from these feelings! I have to feel like this and once my job is over I have to go, can you really live with the fact that all I want to do is just take you and.--" He paused, grunting in frustration and walking up to her. "God! You come into my life and flip it upside the fuck down, you make me leave my home and my life to come live in with yours, you make me crazy with your needs and how spoiled you are, I have to LEAVE after my period of employment is done and move away from you, and ALL I want to do at the end of the fucking day, despite how shitty I feel, despite all the fucking hardships that descended upon me from your glorious heaven, is--" Before he said another words, his body pressed into her own and locked her between the wall and him. His hand was at her hip, holding it in a flash. That wasn't what would catch her by surprise, because before that his lips had struck her own and locked with them. Everything just came out in a big explosion of emotion, and accumilated into his own body finally just ignoring everything his mind told him and locking his lips with her own. He was angry and frustrated, but he was in bliss. All his feelings were driven and poured into that kiss harder than the rain poured down on them. His body, drenched and soaked was intertwined with her own for that moment. Everything he needed to say, everything that he had kept inside his chest, everything that he didn't want to admit poured out against the soft touches of her subtle lips.

Fiona looked up at him, glaring through the rain. She shook her head, her clothes soaked and sticking to every curve of her body. He long hair was drenched, and she had to reach up and push it away from her face in order to see. God, her chest felt tight and her stomach was in knots... She had not expected him to follow her. Not at all. But why would she? No one had ever followed her before, not physically or figuratively. "Not fair?" she shot back, "Well, I'm so sorry that I have made your life so complicated in such a short period of time!" She looked hurt, which she was, and she found herself avoiding his eyes. It was a good thing it was raining, because he probably wouldn't notice the way her eyes were welling up with frustrated tears. Here she was with the first man she felt drawn to, who called her out on her crap, who brought her out into the real world and who protected her. A man who commented on her smile like it was some sort of treasure... And he was leaving all because of it. "I'll make it easy or you then!" she snapped, then jumped at the sound of lightening. One thing Fiona had a hard time hiding was her fear of storms, even in her most stubborn state. However, she bit her lip and ducked under his arm, continuing down to dark alley way. Pausing mid step, she turned to him and looked at him through blurry eyes. "And for the record, I didn't choose any of this either! I don't choose to have a body guard and I certainly don't chose to be treated like an infant. Don't you dare tell me what is and isn't fair! I've spent all of my life with people who have told me what is right and wrong, safe and unsafe, fair and unfair, so I sure as hell don't need to you remind me of it!"

Every emotion of anger or frustration from before slipped away as easily as the rain down the drains that filled the street. He was drenched from head to toe, she was jumping from the lightning, but nothing stopped them. For the longest minutes of his life, his lips refused to leave her own. The feeling of her hands as she brought him closer into the kiss was matched by his own arms, grabbing her and affectionately wrapping both of her legs around his waist, carrying her and resting her back against the wall. His tongue escaped his lips to toy with her own, teasing and licking at it while his lips sucked and nipped at her own. Finally, after neverending moments the kiss broke for a brief second for them to breathe. His breath was warm on her lips and chin, his forehead was leaning against her own and her body was pressing into his. "I can't keep it up anymore..." he panted the whisper against her lips. "I need you...I need you so bad." his body pressed into her own tighter, his hips pressing forward against her own. It was all coming out, not just the emotions but the long witheld sexual tension. His body, without even sparing him a second to think, was grinding his clothed manhood between her legs. Everything was so passionate, heated, and he was not strong enough to withold it until they moved. When he said he needed her, he meant it in every aspect of the word.

Fiona swallowed hard at his words, listening to him carefully and not being able to find the will to pick up her feet and move away from him. She clenched her fists at her side, determined to not let whatever he said effect her. But it did... Her nails bit into her palms, leaving little frustrated half moon shapes on the sensitive flesh and her jaw clenched with frustration. Why did he have to care so much? Why was it that he seemed so conflicted about her of all things? The man in front of her seemed to have a lot more going on for him than she did, or atleast that's what she told herself. "Who's making you leave?" she snapped, asking the question that he probably could never give her a truthful answer to, for she didn't realize that he was not simply a body guard. It was must more complicated than that. Like they needed something else to make things more complicated for them... And then he had her in his arms, his lips pressed against her own, and it only took a few moments for her clenched fists to relax and her body to melt into his. She let out a sigh, all that pent up anger pouring out of her at his touch. Her hands moved up to hold either side of his face, bring him closer. She kissed him slowly, passionately, as if this was the first and last time it was ever going to happen. The rain kept coming, but she didn't seem to notice. At the moment, she was drawn the man holding her like no one had ever held her before and the heat that radiated off his body. She yelped at the sound of lightening struck, and she jumped a little in his arms. She moved closer to him. Now that they were interlocked, she was not sure she would ever be able to pull herself away.

When she pulled away just to lock eyes with him, she realized that she could subdue him with a single look. Her eyes were unmatched in their pull, imprisoning his thoughts and feelings all at once and dragging them to her mercy. His lips could not help but nip and kiss at her thumb as it grazed along it, letting her whisper softly as best she could through the passionate locks and thrusts. His lips grazed against her own, toying and teasing with touches to reassure everything she had just asked of him. Leaving her was not something he could do anymore, willing or not. If his mind were to completley run away, his body would hold still. Yet nothing of him wanted to quit or run away, for just as she had found something she desperatley searched for it was the same for him. He wasn't just doing a job anymore, he wasn't just protecting people just because it was all he could do. He needed someone to fall for and she descended to him like a gift from the angels, he needed someone to drag him back to the reality and emotions of humanity when he was too far gone into the world of battle and warfare. His hands locked beneath her rear and he picked her up off the wall, quick nods of his head reassuring her further before he was back to kissing her again, back to letting his lips feel every inch of her own. Before she knew it, they were back in his car and she was on his lap in the drivers seat. Nothing in his body left hers the entire walk there, they kissed the entire walk there, he bit and nipped at her neck the whole walk there. Now he was about to drive with her on his lap, both legs around his waist, head tilted lightly to see over her shoulder and leaving his neck for her to occupy herself with as they drove home.

Fiona had been kissed before, but never, ever like this. Not by an older, more experienced man who knew what he was doing. And definitely not by a man who wanted her this way; a man who was kissing her because he needed and wanted to, not because he wanted to use her to get closer to her father. So needless to stay, she was lightheaded from the contact, and she leaned on him for support as her lips continued to moved against his. Her body was acting on its own, and one this was clear, she wanted him just as bad as he did her. When they finally broke apart, she was gasping for air like a fish out of water. She let him pick her up, and she leaned her back against the rough texture of the brick wall. Not for a moment did she worry about falling, despite how tall he was and how far off the ground he was holding her, because she had never felt so safe in her life. At his words, she pulled her face away from his and locked her eyes on his own. Her expression was serious, stoic even, and one of her hands trailed along his cheek, her thumb tracing his bottom lip sensually. "Then take me home," she whispered, her eyes hazy from passion. "Take me home and don't you dare leave me." What she had meant was for him to not try to quit again, to stay with her and not try to leave her for her own good, but the tone her voice had taken suggested something deeper... That deep down, the spoiled daddy's girl was simply a lonely young woman who was shelter from life and all the wonderful things it had to offer; a girl who had finally found something that had meaning and did not plan to let it slip through her fingers.

In the frenzy axel found himself in, he didn't care for red lights and other cars along the street. The more she tightened herself around him and her lips bit and kissed at his neck, he pressed forward with his own hips and his feet hit the gas harder and the car raced like a bullet through the streets, passing other cars carelessly as they rushed towards the apartment. He noticed she was hesitant in admitting the truth to him about her virginity, his breath coming out in small pants of excitement as they drew closer and closer to the home. "Good." He whispered quickly into her ear, taking his eye off the road for a moment to lean back and press an affectionate kiss against her lips. "It means I'll have the privelage of breaking you first...of fucking you before anyone else." He panted after that, his excitement and primal thoughts bringing out his vulgarity, he just wanted her beyond anyone could imagine at that point. Finally they reached the garage apartment and the car stopped. He slammed the car door open and jumped out along with her, still carrying her with her legs tightly around her waist. He made his way into the elevator with her and slammed her back against it's wall as the elevator began going up, his body grinding forward in swaying motions to try and satisfy his ever hardening manhood until he had her lying down on a bed for him.

Fiona made no move to separate from him in anyway, holding him close with each step he took. Her kisses were fierce and passionate, finally knowing what undeniable passion felt like and having no intention of letting it ago. She was already addicted to him and the way held her, and she was starting to feel this... this pull toward him. The kind of pull that told her he was what was what held her on the earth at the moment. As they got in the car, she kept her arms wrapped around his torso and her legs resting on either side of his thighs. She was a smaller girl, so it was easy to fit between him and the steering wheel, but it kept her pressed firmly against him - not that she was complaining. Her hands moved to the hem of his soaked tank top, her fingers moving beneath the wet fabric so that she could feel him warm skin. A little sigh left her lips as caressed his toned torso, her mouth busy on his neck. As she explored his body in a almost shy, hesitant way, her teeth nibbled at the skin right beneath his jaw, and her hot breath came in nervous little pants. It was no secret that she was not very experienced, for her past relationships were for pubic appearances only. She swallowed nervously and pulled back, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "I... I'm a virgin," she whispered, feeling absolutely and totally embarrassed. Here she was at twenty years old, passionately interlocked with a thirty-two year old man that was hotter than most movie stars combined, and she was admitting that she was a virgin... However, she couldn't make herself lie to him or not tell him at all. Her conscience was too loud for her to ignore such a thing.

As the doors opened, and Fiona looked at him with question he smiled. The passion had a place to be let out now, so he could afford a few moments of pure, untainted affection. He placed his foot at the elevator doors so it doesn't close, and took a moment to press a gentle, long kiss against her lips. "I wouldn't dream of hurting you." He bit at her lower lip lightly, before he moved out of the elevator and the apartment was automatically locked. He carried her to his room, and placed her on the bed that could barely fit him let alone both of them. It meant that they would be touching at all times, having and tasting each other no matter where they went or they would fall off. He laid atop her, his hands sliding up and down her thighs passionately as his lips traced her neck line. His cock was already hardened and buldged beneath his pants, and his hands started to trail their way upwards to slowly slide down her shit. "I'm yours to do anything with, just as it is to you."

His words and actions had Fiona letting out little whimpers of pleasure, her hands digging into the damp fabric that covered his shoulder blades. As he pressed her against the back of the elevator, she ground against him and moaned into his mouth. Their kisses were passionate and fierce - something that she had never experienced before. It had her on fire and moving with instinct, and she held on to him for dear life. She trusted him, despite not knowing him for very long. She just knew that passion like this was rare, and she would be a fool to back out now. However, she was young and naive. Losing her virginity didn't scare her in a moral aspect. In her mind, if she was going to give it to some one, it should be a man of his caliber. Strong, intelligent, mature, hot as hell... But there was still some nerves settling in the pit of her stomach, and it made her pull her face back a bit to look into his unique green eyes. She swallowed nervously, her chest heaving with each breath and her eyes clouded with lust. "You will be careful with me, won't you?" she asked, her expression serious. She wasn't exactly sure what answer she was looking for, but she had to ask. Right then, the elevator let out a ding and the doors opened, revealing the still quiet and empty apartment.

While his shirt was thrown off, his hands were doing their work and slowly slipped the top that she wore away. She found it being thrown away right along with it, and her upper body exposed to him as his own was to her. The feel of her hands finally on his bare chest and abdomen drove him crazy, his hands dominantly grabbing the waist of her pants and starting to drag and tug it downwards, removing it from her. after doing so, he had snuk her hands to latch onto his pants, letting her hand grab his manhood. At that point his head lifted so he could look at her, as his hips swayed forward to grind himself against her hand. "He's all yours too." He grinned and bit at her lip, teasing as his hands finally managed to take off her pants and let them dangle at her heels. His hand then took the opportunity to slide up her thigh slowly, fingers trailing her legs as he pressed and rubbed at most sensitive places. Trailing them upwards, he dragged them around her folds teasingly to send small jolts of pleasure up and through her body. Quickly, he grabbed her by the waist and pinned her fully beneath him, his manhood still trapped in her hands and thunder stuck from the window outside. "Please...I beg you, I can't function unless I can fuck you, just dont make me wait anymore."

Fiona's legs immediately spread to accommodate his large frame, moaning with pleasure just at the contact. Her hands went up to run her fingers through his hair as she bit her lip, sighing softly at the feeling of his experienced lips on her neck. If she wasn't comfortable with him before, she definitely was after he addressed her concerns. Her legs hook around his waist and her hips moved against his, groaning at the feeling of his manhood hard against her. "Anything?" she panted in a cocky tone, arching an eyebrow and looking up at him. A smirk covered her lips, for she was getting more confident with every kiss and movement against him. Her hands moved down his sculpted torso, only stopping when she found the hem of his shirt, and tugged it up and over his head. Throwing it to the side, her hands immediately went to feeling each and every dip of his muscles, caressing them and gently scraping her nails along them. Looking between then, she took in the appearance of his naked upper body and sighed. "Good God," she muttered, shaking her hand and leaned up to kiss him even harder, her hands still exploring his back. She suddenly wanted to see all of him; each and every inch of his body...

The moment his cock sprang from the zipper of his pants, he let out a mix between a grunt and a gasp at the feeling of her delicate hands abandon their elegance and simply wrap around and grab his cock just light that, stroking him as she pressed her breasts to his chest. Even her words turned him on further, the more comfortable...the more utterly vulgar she was, the more he just wanted to grab her and make her scream with his body. Nothing excited him more than to know that outside, she's a proper innocent girl but to him, she's his own, love-crazed slut. His hands slipped down her thighs and unlaced her undergarments, he didn't even wait to take notice of wether they were panties or thongs, whatever. His fingers slipped forward and a one trailed her sensitive folds, before inviting itself in and stroking her just as she stroked him. He opened her up to match the size of his cock slowly, to ensure that when he fucked her and his cock pushed into her, it wouldn't be too painful. One finger slipped in after another, his lips containing all her moans as he fingered her, thrusting them quickly inside her to tease and excite her until she would cum on his hands, and then, just then as she is laid down and the sheets covered in her cum would he fuck her.

Fiona bit her lip and looked up at him with lust-filled blue eyes as her hand came in contact with his jean covered cock. A blush spread across her cheeks from being exposed from the waist up, her stomach and breasts on full display for him. Squeezing her hand, she moaned with hunger, feeling as if she were going crazy while pinned underneath him. Never had she felt like this. She'd read books that described feelings of passion, lust, and even love... But words could not hold a candle to what surged through her body at the moment. All she knew was that she wanted him, both physically and emotionally, and she wanted him to take her... She wanted him to devour her in the way that no man had ever before. Her hand moved up to his button and zipper, fumbling with nervous fingers to get the fly open. A sigh broke her lips when his manhood was finally free and warm in the palm of her hand. At twenty, she knew a lot about sex, but had experienced very little of it. The feeling of him bare and hard against her hand was both intriguing and scary, for she knew what it was leading to. Part of her feared what came next, but the burning sensation between her legs urged her forward. "Then fuck me," she purred, the curse word feeling oddly delicious on her lips. Moving her hand, she stroked him softly and kept her eyes connected with his. "Just... Be careful with me." And with that, her back arched off the bed and pressing her breasts into his bare chest and her mouth into his mouth...

As she convulsed and twitched beneath him, at the power of his fingers and hands thrusting and stroking within her pussy it egged him on even more. He felt her pussy tighten around his fingers, and her cum flood out of her folds to drench his fingers. He slipped them out so it would drip down her thighs and stain the bed, and only when she begged for the real thing did he move. His pants slowly turned into quiet moans as she stroked his cock harder and harder, and finally he snatched it away from her hand to place it right between her legs. The tip of his cock pushed against her pussy, and just at that moment it was as if time froze as he looked at her, letting the entire moment in all it's lust and passion sink into every pore of his senses. He was fucking her, he was about to shove his aching cock into this gorgeous fucking girl. "Fucking...finally..." he groaned out as his hips swayed forward, and finally the head of his cock was thrust into her pussy. He clenched his teeth viciously from the tightness of her newly penetrated folds, grunting in pleasurable struggle as he forced himself to slow and not let crazed instinct take over and just fuck her, but to slowly start pushing his cock further and further into his pussy. It was an impressive seven inches long, so to get his full length in she would have to slowly adapt through the first painful yet pleasurable fuck. As he thrust his cock inside her, his hands made sure to grip her at her hips tightly, holding her attatched to him. His chest was along her breasts, lips and breath at her own, and legs inbetween hers to try and make her feel as secure as possible, as safe as possible, as vulgar as possible.

Fiona's back bowed at the feeling of his strong fingers moving against her pussy, which was already wet and ready, and her eyebrows creased together with concentration. Her moans filled the room when he pushed one finger after another inside of her, stretching her and priming her before he made his move. After all the built up tension, it didn't take much to have her hips wiggling against his hand and her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. "Axel..." she gasped, swallowing hard as she felt her climax building. Her heels dug into the bed on either side of him, pushing her body upward and into his hand in desperation. Her hand remained wrapped around his cock, pumping it as much as she could between her own tremors of pleasure. It was hard for her to concentrate, her mind hazy with lust, and her whimpers coming out as groans of encouragement, begging him to go faster, harder.... anything. "Oh! A- God! Oh, sh-," she stammered, unable to form words or sentences as her orgasm took control of her body. She bucked and writhed beneath him like a wild animal, soaking his hand with her cum as her pussy tightened around his fingers. Her eyes rolled back in her head a little as she let out a scream of pleasure. Her sounds would have definitely disturbed someone's sleep if anyone else had been in the apartment. It was just too much to have her subject to his experience ministrations. She was like putty in his hands... "Please," she gasped, "Please, Axel..." Her words came out in labored breaths, and her hand went back to gently stroking his hardened member between their bodies. Her mind suddenly flashed to the idea of him being inside of her, which made her heart race nervously, but she didn't push him away at all. She wanted him more than ever.

Axel bit his lip roughly and couldn't help but let out rough groans at the feeling alone. he had never been with someone this tight, this pleasurable. He almost felt like cumming inside her instantly, thats how tight her pussy was, how she pulled his cock in perfectly. He held her as tightly as he could while he groaned and screamed out in pain, knowing how hard the first penetration must have been for her. Yet, within seconds she pulled him in closer and locked his eyes with her own. Just then, he leaned down and pressed a passionate kiss against her lips as his hips began to sway. Now, his cock could fit fully inside her. Finally he pushed all seven inches of his length into her and broke through her hymen, stealing her innocence as she bled lightly. However, with each thrust forward he stole some pain away with him. It felt so fucking good, his cock getting stroked and squeezed by every wall and corner of her pussy. He couldn't hold himself back for much longer and everything he did made it clear. "Fuck...fuck..so...fuck...good..." He panted against her ear, biting at her neck to try and restrain himself as much as possible, trying not to literally take her and fuck her brains out for her first time. It would be too rough, but he already knew he was losing control on himself. Everything about her just made him want to have her more, to push into her further, to fuck her hard enough that his bed breaks.

After a life of having people tip toe around her because of her father's political and social status, it surprised Fiona at how pleasurable it was to have someone take control. The way the weight of his much large body pressing her into the mattress, the way his hands grasped her hips with a subtle dominance, the way he let out the most arousing, deep groans... It all had her hips bucking up to meet his and her purrs of approval sounding nearly animalistic. She almost forgot to breath when he pushed the head of his cock inside her; the feeling of him entering her in the way that no one had before was the single most erotic thing she had ever experienced. It also made her heart race with nervousness, but it was quickly replaced with a sudden surge of pain when he finally sank all the way inside of her. A scream filled the air around them, and it took her a moment to realize that it was her own scream... It hurt, that was for sure. He was a well endowed man, and in turn, she felt like he was splitting her open for several moments. Her eyebrows creased together and she panted desperately, her nails digging and scratching into his back. "Fuck," she gasped, her stomach muscles tightening at the feeling. For a moment, she nearly wiggled away from him, but his hands on her hips reminded her to stay still. He knew what he was doing, and she just needed to trust him. "Axel," she breathed, her lips brushing against his softly as her pussy tightened around him. In a few short moments, she went from nearly pushing him away out of pain to pulling him close, as if he was the only one who could take that pain away... His name felt delicious on her lips, rolling off her tongue like she was born to say it. Her thighs tightened around him, not sure if she wanted him to move or not. However, she held on to him for dear life. "I'm.. I'm okay," she gasped, nodding and looking up into his green eyes with determination. Fiona was not one to want to appear weak, and this situation was no different. She wanted him to know that she could handle it; that she wanted him to fuck her the way she knew he could.

His body didn't take more than a second to adapt to her new arising vulgar and passion as her pain subsided and her body begged him for more. At that point he was not in the mood for restraint, no. He was primal, an animal and she was his bitch. Her words confirmed it, and his hands grabbed her roughly by the hips and raised her lower body by the hips. His fingers dug into her skin as his hips began thrusting and pounding rough, deep thrusts into her pussy that only ached for more. His cock hungrily pulsed and twitched inside her, pushing more and harder into her, deeper until his whole cock filled every inch of her pussy every time he thrust forward. "Fucking...whore...ugh...fuck!" She was no whore, not by the slightest, but at that point beneath him in bed she was his whore, his own personal sex queen to fuck and fill with him cum whenever he desired, whenever she begged for it. Every thought of reason escaped his mind, all he could think about was how to fuck her faster, harder. His hand lifted to grab her by the hair and his lips locked viciously with her own, her entire body suspended in his hands by his strength. His cock was using her to fuck and cum in, she could feel the heat build up in the base of his shaft as they fucked, slowly coming closer and closer to his first climax.

Fiona felt like she was being taken into a different world; her senses were filled with the feeling of his body against her's and his cock going in and out of her wet pussy. She seemed to only be able to concentrate on him, her hands resting on his shoulder blades and pulling him with the same force that he held on to her hips with. However, it was the sound of his soft pants in her ear that made the whole situation real. He was on top of her, having just taken her innocence, and she immediately knew that they would be linked for forever. It was scary thought, considering he probably had girl after girl lined up to be with him - older and more mature girls. It hurt to know that this might not be as big of a deal to him, but she had to push it away. She had to let the pleasure take over, which wasn't hard at all. Her thighs tightened around her waist as she started to feel a burning sensation in her lower stomach - a feeling that she only experienced when she dared to touch herself at night. "Axel... Oh... Uh, Axel," she panted, not making any more sense than he did. Her body was becoming slick against his, her breasts pressed against his chest in the most erotic of ways. It was when the pain started to subside and the pleasure started to build up that she started to move her hips to meet his, silently begging him to give her more. She didn't want to be treated like a fragile little girl. After all, she had been treated like that her entire life. No, she wanted to be fucked and to be taken over the man on top of her. She wanted all of him. "Don't hold back," she groaned, her eyes opening to look up at him. "Don't."

His hands shifted instantly to grab her ass as she arched with screams and moans into his arms, pressing his chest into her breasts as he held her and thrust her down his cock instead. The new position allowed his cock to push into her even deeper, so that every single inch of his cock pushed upwards into her and stretched her pussy further. He had lost his sanity, and was simply a machine that fucked her. His pleasures overwhelmed him, and every sense of his body tingled as his nails dragged into her skin and cock twitched harder and harder in anticipation. "Oh FUCK FUCK FUCK! CUM, HARDER!" It was almost an order for her as she screamed and echoed along with her body's tenseness. She clutched onto him and her cunt twitched as she came all over and down his cock, so much so that it dripped down their things and onto the bed. That in turn pushed him to his edge, as he slammed her back into the wall and thrust upwards into her, harder and harder, faster and rougher as she continued to cum, fucking her through her orgasm until he would reach his own. A second after, he couldn't hold himself anymore. "Fuck...Im...c...Im gonna fucking..." He bit his lip roughly in a loud groan as his entire body pinned her into the wall, his cock driving upwards into her so hard that her body shook with every thrust. And finally in one last, viciously deep push she felt his cum rise up from the base of his cock and errupt from the tip, Axel shooting rope after rope of cum into her pussy, mouth half open with a heated push upwards.

No part of her or her body fought him, letting the older man take her innocence and fuck her into oblivion. In any other situation, she would have went crazy at the idea of him calling her a whore. However, right now, they were more like animals than people. Shewantedto be his whore, and she wanted him to her in every sense of the word. At this moment, she was his, and he could do anything he wanted to her... All of the sudden, with the feeling of his thrusts getting harder and faster with an erotic sense of dominance, she felt a tingling in her stomach. It was much, much stronger than any orgasm she had ever given herself. No, this was monumental. "Fuck!" she whined, back arching in his arms and pressing her breasts to his muscled chests. She clung to him, her thighs squeezing around his waist. The feeling of him being so rough with her, pulling her hair and pounding into her without any restrain brought her over the edge. She came with a scream that echoed through the apartment, her eyes rolling back and her cunt exploding with a sweet wetness around his throbbing cock. "Oh, oh... Oh, Axel," she moaned, quivering underneath him. She kept murmuring his name with a mixture of curses and whimpers, making no sense at all.

His body tensed and cringed as he came, every feeling of pleasure he had ever had multiplied within her. His cock seemed to cum endlessly purely because of the passion he had in his thrusts, finally halted by her kiss as she pinned her body into him and her lips against his own. He could only grip her tightly and lock his lips with her own for long moments, cum dripping down his cock and her thighs. Their tongues met and interlocked, toying with one another as he slowly took her back down to the bed. He laid atop her, his cock still thrust inside her as if to say she cant let him go that easily, that he belong within her. "I need you...I need you so bad." He uttered the words that were said just at the end of their explosive fight earlier, his hands trailing down her body in affection and love. His forehead touched her own lightly, leaning against hers. His body was shielding hers from air itself, she could feel every curve of him. " I cant keep this up anymore...like I told you...every second Im with you I just want to...want to..." His hand sank into her hair and his lips pressed into her own again briefly, hiding the fact that he was at a loss for words regarding how powerful his feelings were.

Fiona let out a raspy groan, her breasts bouncing with each of his powerful thrusts. She looked up at him, whimpering at the erotic sight of his muscles tensing with each of his movements. Her hands squeezed at his biceps, and her hips rolled with each of his movements, or at least tried to. "A-Axel... Oh, fuck, Axel," she moaned, her dark hair spilled across the white pillow. Her skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and her chest was heaving with each effort to catch her breath. She bit her lip, her pussy quivering around his large cock as she felt his cum pumping inside of her. The warm feeling of his seed coating her insides was enough to send her into another impressive orgasm, her voice coming out in a animalistic scream and her feminine arousal soaking the sheets. "Oh... Mmmm," she moaned, arching her back up to press her lips passionately against his, kissing him with a desperate force.

Her little taunts managed to do what they did best, one being to have him flash an opposing grin to her teasing, the other being enthralling her further. She was his dream, the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on and the one person who could match him in strength, passion...lust. In response he said nothing at first, but after the grin subsided and her pussy twitched to let a bit more cum escape, he turned them over suddenly so she was atop him, and gave a small thrust upwards in teasing. "Mmm...It's a challenge...but I'll break it." He snickered, leaning up to bite at her lower lip, his hands travelling up her body to cup her breasts as the rain continued to fall, and the thunder kept booming. She was tired, he was tired, but he could not waste such amazing time on sleep. No, sleep can wait for her, sleep can wait for his cock to thrust inside her, sleep can wait for his hands to grab and fuck her. "I don't share."

Fiona panted, trying desperately to catch her breath. She closed her eyes at the feeling of his body covering her's as if he were trying to shield her from harm, his cock still embedded inside of her. Her hands traveled up his muscled back as his explored her own body, content with him being as close as possible to her. She didn't want him to move an inch; too afraid he might decide to leave. After all, there was no hiding the fact she had slight attachment issues because of her less than involved father. She went to say something, smirking lazily at his words, but was cut off my his kiss. She moaned, as if the kiss had awoken the pleasure between her legs, and she nibbled on his bottom lip eagerly. Her pussy continued to pulse around him, milking him with desperation. "Well, I'm your's now," she whispered between pants, her blue eyes opened to lock with his own green orbs. It was true, she was his in a sense. After all, he claimed her virginity not moments ago. A shiver ran up her spin at the feeling of his ring sliding against her skin, the cool metal giving her goosebumps. "Think you can handle that?" Her tone would have been teasing if she was not completely worn out, her voice coming out a whisper.

His hips, almost instinctivley began rolling upwards when she moaned, his cock toying with her pussy, wondering if it will egg her on enough for them to just turn right back into the animals they were or simply tease in retaliation. His eyes were locked on her body, the perfect figure and the full breasts almost breathed life back into his cock, causing it to twitch and throb within her. Yet at the sound of other men in her life his brows furrowed and he growled lightly, leaning up so his lips wrapped around one of her nipples and he bit softly, his tone of voice a little serious. "I would beat down anyone else who dared breathe your air, let alone touch you." it was almost possessive, yet protective. She was his, he wouldn't joke or tease about it. His body would, but not his mind. Everything about him just craved her more and more.

Fiona yelped at the feeling of being turned over, and she moaned as he bit her lower lip. Grinning, she pulled back until she was sitting up straight on his cock, giving him an unobstructed view of her youthful body. Licking her lips, she moved to rest her hands on top of his, urging him to squeeze them in the way she always fantasized a man would. Hell, she was the man she always fantasized about. He was the type of man that lived within her mind late at night while she touched herself... "Oh, well then we might have a problem," she countered, arching an eyebrow at him. "See... I have many, many men that crave my attention. I'm not sure I could just push them all to the side for you." She smirked at that, obviously bluffing and not even trying to hide it. Her hips started to roll against his, making a moan escape her lips once again.

His words send shivers up her spine - in a good way. She looked down at him, her eyes glittering with confusion. She shook her head, loving his protective tone, but not understanding it. She had always wanted a man like him to claim her and protect her, but she had no idea why he would want her in such away. Surely he had plenty of other woman that her older and sexier than she. "Axel, in case you haven't noticed, not many men flock to me," she murmured in an amused voice. She was mistaking her sheltered life for something else entirely. However, she didn't plan to dwell on it. Not now. She didn't want him to think she was weak and thought little of herself. Instead, she leaned down and grabbed his face with both of her smaller hands, pulling him up to kiss him softly. She moaned at the feeling of his cock coming back to life inside of her. "I want to try something..." she whispered against his lips. She looked a little nervous, but determined. She slid down his body until she was knelt between his legs, eye level with his glistening cock. Her hands rested on his muscular thighs, and she leaned forward and licked the mushroom shaped head.

Steve had barely been in the town for 5 minutes and he had already heard gunshots and screaming. It was like trouble followed him everywhere he went. That's when he saw the man running out of the store and right toward Steve, which prompted Steve to get off the motorcycle and clothesline him as soon as he ran by. It took seconds to subdue the man and disarm him and in a just a couple more minutes the cops had arrived to take him away. "So much for vacation," Steve said to himself before making his way towards the store. Ever since the events in New York, Steve had decided to get out and see the country, curious to how much he had changed while he was frozen. He was drawn to this small town and decided to stay for a couple of days to relax a bit, after all he could be called in for some type of operation at anytime. That's when he saw her, it was Ms. Potts, Tony Stark's girlfriend. "Hey Ms. Potts! What are you doing here?" He asked, caught completely off guard by this. He didn't expect to see anybody connected with The Avengers out side of New York, but he had to admit if he would see anyone he preferred her to a lot of them.

A CEO and a Solider (MrLegend and Genkai) an Avengers sort of RP Pepper Potts had just gotten out of her cab. She had flown back to her hometown of New Haven, Connecticut after getting Stark Towers back on track of being rebuilt. The events in New York City had caused a lot of distress for the PA and CEO of Stark Industries. She had decided to take a break from Tony and her work and gather her own personal self, so to speak. The red haired woman had too many close encounters with death and noticed her entire life had been spent working and it had reached a point where it was too much. So she gave part of her CEO duties to Tony and took a month off to go back home for a while. It was a lively summer day when she drove into New Haven. Not much had changed. It had quaint charm to it which was lost within the maze of LA or NYC. Pepper had found a small cottage on the outskirts of town. She headed inside of the yellow building and began to unpack her things. Pepper spent the rest of the sunny afternoon settling in. It would take a few days for her acquaint herself with having a less busy lifestyle but she knew it would be best if she did something for herself. When daylight churned into night she headed off to the store to figure out what she might want to cook.As she was standing in line with a cart full of groceries, she heard gunfire and quickly ducked behind her cart. Then the gunshots were followed by a male's voice ordering people to hand over their money. Pepper wondered why someone would be robbing a grocery store. Shaking her head, she was tempted to call Tony. Have Iron Man swoop in and save the day but she stopped herself for some reason and just heard the man get what he wanted and escape. She slowly stood up and sighed deeply. That was a bit too much for her first day of vacation. As she was checking out, she heard some people talk about the masked man having hit up several other establishments like banks and such. Pepper shook her head and wondered why the local authorities haven't caught him yet but she just gathered her groceries and headed out to her car.

Steve laughed a bit at her joke, "No ma'am. I'm not that good at what I do. It's more of just the same thing with you. Just needed to get away for a little bit," He said before placing his hands in the pocket of the brown leather jacket he was wearing. Helping people was great and all but it took it's toll on a person, especially when they turn around and try to blame you for the entire thing anyways. At least that's what the government was trying to do. The Avengers took a lot of flack from the media or their battle in New York which left a lot of it in rubble. At first it didn't bother him to much but recently it had begun to make him angry. "Besides, I wanted to see what the world looked like now. It's quite a culture shock believe it or not." He was still going through a major adjusting stage. Everything was so much more advanced and he felt helpless sometimes. People back in his time would have laughed at you if you told them that you would be able to carry a telephone in your pocket one day.

As she was packing up her car and closing her trunk, she looked over to see none other than Steve Rogers aka Captain America. "Oh...hello..." She hadn't been expecting to see anyone in town who knew her as Ms. Potts. Many of the people who she was were gone. Her parents weren't really around but it was still a place called home for her. "I'm actually staying here for a while...I'm from here and after all the events in New York, I needed to get away and have some time to myself." Pepper smiled, trying to explain as best she could. It was a little weird seeing Steve without the uniform. She had to hear Tony gripe about the American Hero for a while and she couldn't understand the understated rivalry between the two so she often tried to just stay out of it and let Tony complain. He was good at that. And she was good at dealing with him. Though sometimes she felt like his mother which was an unattractive snag on the relationship. But for now she hoped to just forget about Tony and heroes and all that. Why couldn't she have a normal month to herself? "What about you? What brings you here? You're not going from town to town to save the day are you?" She joked slightly as that didn't seem like a very easy task nor one for someone sane to take on. Leaning against her car, she looked to him and folded her arms. Unlike her usual attire, she had on a pair of light wash jeans and a black button blouse with her long hair pulled back in a casual braid. She looked less formal and more normal, like she didn't carry the weight of an important company on her shoulders.

Steve thought about this for a second, it was a very tempting idea. It had been so long since he had a home cooked dinner that it was something he was longing for. Even before he was frozen he was out of country fighting the Nazis and the Hydra leader Red Skull. Then he remembered Tony, they already were at each other's throats all the time, eating with his girl friend certainly wouldn't help their situation. "I would love to ma'am, but what about Tony?" He asked. She was a very attractive woman and much smarter than he was making it an even harder offer to turn down. He didn't want to offend her by asking the question but he also didn't want to make a stupid decision that would hurt the very fragile relationship he and Tony had. "I don't mean to offend or anything but as you know him and I don't really get along," He said. It was imperative that they be able to work together in order for the Avengers to be a successful team. Steve was good at planning and a natural leader but when it came to technology or science he needed Tony, no question about it.

After all the chaos in New York, she didn't really keep track of who went where. She heard Tony say Banner was heading off to some remote location and that's all she really knew, which wasn't much. She could see why Steve would want to get away from everything and try to find some comfort in the less densely populated areas of the US. She hoped he found a niche, as it seemed like at the moment, he felt displaced. He was a hero though, if anything people should be trying to help the super solider get acquainted with everything. A lot had changed. Even just ten years ago, Pepper couldn't imagine how hard things must be for Steve. He was probably still a bit taken aback by all the changes, not to mention anyone he was likely gone by now. "I can believe it." She replied. "I can commend you for trying though, I can't say how eager I'd be if I were in your position." Pepper admitted. If she had woken up after several decades of being asleep, she would probably just want to go back to sleep. Then again Pepper did have a resilient nature, it's what let her deal with Tony Stark on a daily basis. Even so, it was a tall order to ask anyone, wake up in a new era of sorts. Sighing softly, she wondered if she should invite Steve over for dinner. She figured he was staying in a hotel at least and while the food was good, she thought he might enjoy something home cooked a bit more. And it was easier on the pocket book. "If you want to come over, I could surely enjoy the company for dinner." Pepper suggested.

Steve waved his hand to her as she drove away, already knowing he had made a mistake by bringing it up. He sighed and looked at the piece of paper she had given him and began to think to himself about it. It wouldn't hurt to go have dinner with a friend, it wasn't like she was asking him on a date or anything. He slipped the note into his pocket, making the decision to take her up on her offer, and got back on to his bike. He wouldn't need the groceries anymore and decided to take a drive around the town for a bit until it was time to meet up with Pepper. While riding the thought popped into his head about burying the hatchet, or trying to, with Tony. Pepper was right in that they were acting like children and just needed to talk it out for the good of the rest of the team and anybody else associated with the Avengers. After all, there was no telling when they were going to be needed again and the last thing that Tony or himself needed to be worried about was some stupid rivalry. It had been a bit now and Steve started to head towards the address written on the paper, excited to finally have some company for the first time in awhile. Once he arrived, he quickly turned off his bike and made his way up to the door before lightly knocking on it.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise that Steve would mention Tony because she knew he and her boss didn't see eye to eye. That was trouble enough though it wasn't like Tony was around, she didn't have to worry about him butting into her or Steve's personal life. Pepper shook her head. "Well he's not here, we're kind of a break right now." Pepper shrugged a little. "I can understand your concern though." It was just an offer and she didn't want to make Steve uncomfortable or anything. "Whatever issues you two have, I probably shouldn't get in the middle of but I think you two need to act more mature and just bury the hatchet." Pepper sighed, well most of the trouble was with Tony but she didn't want him to act so childish that it could jeopardize human lives. "Well anyway if you change your mind, here." She handed him a scrap of paper with her new address on it. She it from when she had written it down on the plane but now it was stored on her phone and had been memorized already. "Have a nice night, Captain Rogers." Pepper smiled and walked around to her car and finally got in and shut the door. Mentally going over her shopping list, she figured she had everything she needed for a while and slowly pulled out and flashed a quick wave to Steve before she headed off. As she drove back toward her small cottage, she thought about Tony and then she thought about the odd hostage situation. Part of her wondered if it was some kind of bad omen about her newly acquired vacation. Pepper parked and just got out, trying to keep positive as she got her groceries and headed inside to unpack them and have a glass of wine and try to relax before she figured out dinner.

Steve smiled when she opened the door and stepped into the house when she moved to let him in, "Well, you were right about the thing between Tony and I, plus I was getting tired of eating S.H.I.E.L.D food," He said before smiling a bit at her. The smell of the pasta filled his nose and caused his stomach to release a load groan, "Wow, that smells good." He hadn't really realized how hungry he was until just now and it was hard to keep from just running into the kitchen and digging into the food. S.H.I.E.L.D had provided him with food for his trip, but it wasn't the best food in the world and he was kind of tired of eating out, so this was going to be a very welcome change. The cottage had a very comfortable and open atmosphere that really relaxed Steve, which wasn't an easy thing to do at all. "This is a pretty nice place, is it yours?" He asked before walking around a bit to get a better look at the place. To bad he couldn't find a place that made him feel this comfortable and welcome. He hadn't really looked since he was provided housing.

She was considering calling Tony to see how he was, but she knew she shouldn't, that he had JARVIS and could function fine without her worrying about him. So she kept to her wine and just flipped through a magazine for a while before deciding to make dinner. Finishing her wine, she headed over to her kitchen and started to get some water boiling for pasta. The cottage was a small two story. On the first floor there was a half bath, the living room and kitchen which blended well together. The kitchen was small but had everything she needed. The second story was just her bedroom and a full bath, everything had an open floor plan, it was pretty basic but that's how Pepper liked it. And she was already feeling well at home and relaxed. When the water came to a boil, she added the pasta and started to work on the sauce. Cutting up tomatoes and adding other things like spices, she let that sit on the stove while she refilled her wine glass a second time and leaned against the counter and looked out the window. It would take some patience as to how to deal with all the new down time she had. Pepper figured she could try to find a small easy going job somewhere in town. Pepper always felt like doing something, even on a vacation it seemed. She finished the red sauce by adding some sausage to and then heard a knock on the door, heading over she opened it and was a bit surprised to see Steve Rogers. "Guess you changed your mind." She smiled a little and stepped aside to let him in. "What did make you change your mind?" She couldn't help but ask, a bit curious.

Pepper watched him as she made her was back toward the stove. "Don't expect me to be a messenger to Tony. I don't really want to deal with whatever issues you two might have and I don't intend on talking to him very often when I'm here." Pepper explained as she poked her sauce a bit and stirred it. It was about done so she left it alone finally. "And I never knew what kind of food SHIELD offered, my guess is that it's a lot like cafeteria food or something." But any place you at ate after a while got old and change was usually good. When her pasta was done, she strained it and mixed it in with the waiting sauce. "Oh thanks, I really like it." Pepper said as she glanced up to him. "And I just rent it. I'm not going to really buy it but I suppose I could..." It wouldn't be a bad place to escape to, like a summer home. With all the funds she got from working for Tony, she had a lot of money saved up but usually that went away into the bank to collect figurative dust. Only on occasion would she buy herself new shoes or a handbag. When Pepper finished everything, she fixed them up two plates and grabbed her wine glass which had felt a little neglected. "So you're here for a few days huh? Where are you staying?" Pepper asked him. Last time she checked, some of the hotels were booked but that was likely due to the summer season. Small towns got some tourism because of local festivals and stuff, some of which Pepper was looking forward to herself. "Oh, what do you want to drink?" She asked as she took a sip of her wine and then set it down at her place at the table.

Corporal Jesse Rosen and Battle Sister Erena both woke about the same time, groaning from the painful blows they'd taken to their heads. Erena, being much more hardened by her trials as a Sister of Battle, and the much more intense physical training she'd received, was the first to gain full awareness of their situation. She found herself completely stripped, her well honed body glistening from sweat in the heat of the nearby bonfire. She was very well toned, but lithe and curvaceous, possessing a dangerous beauty that was common among the Sisters of Battle. Her stark white hair hung down to her shoulders, and her white lips grimaced as she recognized the master of their captors. Their colors, their sexually themed decorations, the general beauty of their members, all were clear signs of the Lord of Excess. "By the...what the hell!?" Jesse Rosen exclaimed, just now shaking off the dizziness and realizing her lack of garments. "Who the fuck are you people!? By the Emperors Blades I demand you let us go!" She was furious, casting curses at them and invoking the name of the Adeptas Astartes chapter her brother had been recruited into. This surprised Erena, and gave her a little hope. With another believer, maybe they had a chance of fighting their way free. She looked over the Guardswoman with interest, trying to gauge her abilities. She was larger than Erena, well built, her body honed from either a hard upbringing, or diligent training under the Guard. However she still possessed an exotic beauty, she would have fit right into the Sisters if she had the drive. Her short red hair and fair complexion made her assume she hailed from one of the colder worlds, perhaps Valhalla. And the sweat profusely running down her well toned skin proved the assumption. "Calm yourself soldier. They will not listen to you. Their minds are twisted by their false gods." Erena said plainly, searching the room calmly for some means of escape. "Easy for you to say! I have to..." Erena cast a harsh glare to the Guardswoman, and she fell silent, took a deep breath, and collected herself. "I am sorry Battle sister. I forget myself. Find us a way out of this, and I am at your disposal." Erena smiled, not warmly, but pleased. There was potential in this woman. Perhaps if they escaped she would put in a Word of Recommendation for the Ordo Hereticus to consider recruiting her. But when she heard the Cult leaders prayer she grimaced. Their intentions were foul indeed. They may survive this, but not without losing something to the great demon god. "Steel yourself Guardswoman. They intend to use us to satisfy their god. Resist them if you can, but save your strength for escape." She took a few deep breaths. "Whatever they do to us, we shall repay ten-fold in the name of the Emperor." Jesse looked at her with a moment of fear in her eyes. "I....yes Battle Sister...I will do my best. For the Emperor." Jesse gritted her teeth and waited for the cultist to make their attempt. She would not be easily taken, not by these heretics.

The Underhives where like a labyrinth of mazes, tunnels and rooms that lead to dark ends, no-ends, and more often than not they lead into other even more intricate open spaces or narrow tunnels. Sometimes these tunnels collapses ages ago, or where on the verge of doing at this very moment. Putrid and polluted water trickled down from cracks in the ceilings, no doubt waste-water from factories or purification plants on the higher levels. The thumping of machinery couldn't be heard due to the level after level of plasteel that severed any and all contact between the Underhive and all other parts of the massive Hive City. All kinds of people, and sometimes not even technically people, made this their home. Banished citizens was a common sight, mutants also common. Sometimes even stable strains of mutants could be found, but those where either avoided or hunted down just as fiercely as the common mutated creature that stalked these tunnels. More often than not they made their own communities. Often imitations of the society above, or just the crude assumptions of what it would be like. But truly, the most common was the strong ruler commanding his subjects who huddled together with hopes of protection from the other horrors of the Underhive. And sometimes... Some communities strayed away into even more debases ways of life. Cults would arise that worshipped illegal denominations of Emperor worship, but it was just as common to find covens of heretics that gave their devotion to far more insidious deities. Khorne for the murderers, Tzeentch for the cast out that read too much or the far too politically involved, Nurgle for the sick that prayed for his protection and blessings... Then there was Slaanesh. She-WHo-Thirsts, the Dark God of pain, pleasure, vanity and excess. It was the terrifying effort of these cultist and their co-operation that nearly brought the entire Hive down on its knees. Rebellion was in the air, but with the aid of the Sisters of Battle, Space Marines and the Imperial Guard was the revolt pushed down to whence it came. The fighting was fierce though. Both sides engaged in hit-and-run attacks, attrition warfare and massed assaults on key positions. Sadly, there would be casualties as it was the inevitable consequence from war. Some died fighting, some died from ailments caused by wounds or disease. Others would be taken captive. The Imperium executed the traitors and the heretics, while the dark forces didn't always just settled with merely killing their victims. One Imperial Guardsman and one Sister of Battle would experience this first hand. Both had been knocked unconscious in the thickest fighting and been dragged away. Undressed and tied up, the found themselves next to each other and facing a large bonfire. They where in some large chamber. Tapestries and banners hung on the walls, depicting cruel images, sexually charged images and some just outright bizarre and impossible to deduce their meanings unless you would have had some deep insights in the workings of the insane mind. They where surrounded by robed characters, their faces partly lit up by the licking lights of the fire. All beautiful women in their prime, it would seem. All smiling. All of their eyes set on these two women, who where propped up to their knees and facing the fire. Ample bosoms and thin waists where easy to spot through the pink and purple robes that did little to masquerade their figures. It seemed to be a ceremonial garb, hardly serving any practical function. There seemed to be a dozen or more of these women, or presumably all were women at least, and everyone of them had their eyes on these naked captives. It was predatory eyes, admiring eyes and sultry eyes that glued themselves on the duo's bodies. Then, one of them moved. She walked to the opposite of the bonfire, and she was mostly obscure by the flames and burning wood, but there was enough free sight to make out that she was raising her arms above her head, and looking to the tall, clothed ceiling. Judging from her arms alone, she seemed to have a beautiful alabaster complexion. Her voice was beautiful as well, like that of a singing bird voicing herself for the entire world to hear. In reality, this wicked cultist intended for one specific being to hear her. "Oooh, Slaanesh! Oooh, Dark Prince! We give you these two as sacrifice to you! Have their bodies, have their minds, have their souls... As we take them in your name, as we take them for you... as we take then in the name of pleasure and delight!" And then the entire crowd, their eyes still locked on the vulnerable pair, began to grin impish grins. They all knew what that meant, and they had been waiting long enough to satisfy themselves.

"Get away from me heathen!" Erena growled as the cultist leader exhaled a heavy breath in her face. It had a pleasant smell, musky, but pleasant. "And keep your vile breath to yourself!" She shifted her face away violently, causing her firm breasts to bounce with the motion. And she tried to bite her when the cultist stroked her face and insulted her God. "My god sleeps! But he is very real. And your pathetic gods didn't dare enter our world while he was awake fiend!" She grinned viciously. Her faith was strong, and well instructed. "Cowardice is the only trait your gods can really boast..." "I will not cry for anyone! Not for you or your gods! Do your worst!" Jesse exclaimed in retort to the gorgeous redhead who was brushing up against her. She was strong, but not as strong as the sister. She didn't like the idea of being touched by these fiends, much less anything more. And their intent was painfully obvious when the cultist began stroking the bulge beneath her robes. As the rest closed in, the two women could easily see similar bulges beneath all their clothes. "Sister....is this dark magic?" "Yes. Foul sorcery of Slaanesh." She suspected their beauty was also false, engineered for the God of Excess's enjoyment. For his glory, they were given male genitalia. She-who-thirsts enjoyed many dark vices, but the corruption and manipulation of desires was at the forefront of Slaanesh's agenda. She'd seen this before. Similar cults enjoyed capturing females and using them for their pleasures, often keeping them for years to breed and swell their numbers. "Stay strong Guardswoman. They can defile our bodies, but our faiths will purify us in the end." "Jesse...my name is Corporal Jesse Rosen. And....I will try Sister..." Jesse could only try to be as strong as the white haired beauty beside her. "...Erena. And that is all the Emperor asks of you."

As her initial prayer was done, the leader of this cult lowered her arms with lithe grace. She set her eyes on her 'sacrifice' again, and began to slowly trace around the fire. Her naked feet slowly and elegantly set themselves in front of the other, her hips swayed side-to-side and the hints of luscious hair moving in her hood could be seen. Standing next to the Sister of Battle, she breathed one large breath in to her chest, accenting her ample bosom, then she sighed her warm breath out. It hit the fierce fighter in the face, and even her breath had the scent of musky perfume. It was very pleasant, if one could ever believe such a thing. "Oh, how you fight for such a lost cause." She smiled, reached with her almost delicate looking hand to stroke the cheek of her white haired prisoner. "My god is real, have no doubt. Hmhm, he's even more real than your god." Oh, she knew that this would agitate the woman. The ultimate goal was, of course, to corrupt her but... Why not have a little fun before then? Another of the robed women went for the Guardsman, flanking her essentially. She stood by her side, and smiled as she bit her lit. Giggling, she stood very close to the naked captive, enough so that the robes would touch her hip and arm. A very gentle hand moved down and fingers stroked through her hair, almost comforting the poor thing. "Don't cry, it's not so bad. We'll... try and make you as comfortable as possible. Just relax." Giving the Corporal a pat on the head, she reached with both of her hands to her hood. Pulling it behind her head, this cultist revealed an amazing wad of red, curly hair. Beauty almost radiated around her, and she gently shook her head as to spread her locks over her clothed shoulders. Looking down with a smile, she began to pant when her left hand reached down over herself, slowly stroking her sides and stomach until... She grabbed a very large bulge on her crotch. And then the rest began to move in closer.

Erena smiled at first when her teeth found flesh. But she grunted when the cultist swiftly backhanded her in response. It wasn't that painful especially considering what she'd gone through in basic training and her trials, so she took it with a grin. To her dismay however, the woman did not seem dissuaded....rather enticed by her resistance. The look she had on her face when she licked her lips was that of arousal, and desire. Even biting would not stay their intent, pity. She steeled herself, keeping her back straight and chin up, not allowing them to see weakness. And then they started to disrobe. "By the emperor..." Corporal Rosen whispered. The cultists were beautiful, beyond words and comparison. It was the work of their god, given unsurpassed beauty that could shake the hardiest of believers. Even Erena could not completely deny the attraction their perfectly sculpted bodies evoked, nor the heat in the pit of her belly that rose at the sight of their incredible genitalia. Jesse was much less strong, and she shifted uncomfortably as her cheeks began to flush. Their cocks were bigger than anything they'd experienced. Neither were virgins, but Erena had been celibate since joining the Adeptas Sororitas, and Corporal Rosen was used to the average package of the occasional guardsman. "Stay strong Guardswoman..." Erena said with the throbbing cock inches from her face. It's musk was potent, most certainly an aphrodisiac in its own right. She tried not to breath it in, however could not succeed in doing so. So close to her face, its smell, its sight alone was overwhelming. So thick and meaty. "We will be...purified when we survive...I promise.." Her words were sincere, but they were tinted with the uncontrollable arousal she was trying so very hard to subdue. "I...yes...sister." Rosen sounded beaten already. Rape at the hands of these cultists was not something she could just power through, and being surrounded by so many inhumanely beautiful creatures, her will was waning fast. However she did her best. Unfortunately Erena could not support her any longer as the redheads cock hit her lips. She kept them closed, but that did not stop precum from being smeared over her mouth as she tried to avoid it. Jesse watched with a mix of horror and desire, they were so big, a part of her wondered how it tasted, while the other wished she could drive a combat knife through the woman's spine.

The leader gasped dramatically when she was nipped by the Sister. Her hands recoiled, and she left it dangling next to her own face and she gave the most faux insulted expression she could muster. "You bit me!" Then she grit her teeth into a snarl and backhanded the woman across the same cheek she had tried to caress. There was a loud clap when the back of her hand smacked the woman. "You dog!" Then she realized she was actually breathing a little heavier than before. She shook her head gently and licked her full and painted lips with seductive grace. "Oh, it looks like we have ourselves a biter here, girls!" A few muffled giggles came from the crowd surrounding them. The leader then began to grab her own robes and pull them over her head, revealing at first her beautiful legs and knees. Her skin was pale all over, almost like fine marble. Then the strange sight of a massive member came into the faithful Sister's view that really stuck out in more ways than one. It was massive! A thick and meaty cock dangled down between her thighs, and a stretched and heavy ballsack stood just behind it, further shoving the penis forward as her legs were held together. A thin stomach with a jewel pierced bellybutton came next, which was soon followed by a magnificent pair of D-cup breasts. The woman's slick and black hair rested against her shoulders once the robe was discarded. Then she began to trace around the Sister, moving behind her. A few words that seemed just as much as a threat as a warning reached her ears. "I'll make this Imperial dog my little bitch before the night. Mark my words, my Prince." The rest began to disrobe as well at the cue of the leader. All had amazing figures. Hourglass shapes, great breasts, handsome faces, beautiful hair, firm rears... and male organs the size of the most glorifying and exaggerating pornographic literature. The almost cute redhead next to the Guardswoman was quick to remove her own clothing, and she was no less ample and endowed than the leader. She was however more erect, and the slick, purple head had already passed the foreskin. She was panting and visibly excited. She left her left hand wander down to her member, which she began to stroke gently in front of the captive's face. The musk was strong to behold, and she hoped it would be. It wasn't unwashed, but the smell... was that of pure sex. Strong and virile. Her right hand then slowly, almost gently and carefully stroked the hair of the bound and kneeling woman. "I hope that you don't bite... Erena." And then she smiled. It was not the smile of a rapist ready to assault a victim... but more that of a careful young woman at her first sexual encounter, but she was still eager to experience the joys of the flesh. She stepped closer, and it would be impossible to evade the almost 9 inch long and 2 inch wide slab of meat heading for Erena's mouth.

Jesse let out a beleaguered whimper as the cock slid back and forth over her lips, it was so huge, part of her wanted to just spread her lips and let it in. She wanted to know what such a huge, magical cock tasted like, especially attached to such a gorgeous woman. No matter how she struggled in her mind, she couldn't maintain her will. To much magic was at play, she had almost no fight left in her. Then the tip of the cock slipped past her lips, butting against her teeth and smearing her precum against them. She could taste it now, and she groaned in disbelief at the flavor. It was like nothing she'd ever tasted, like nothing she could have imagined. Salty but sweet, musky and potent, but most importantly of all, absolutely delicious. Slowly her teeth spread and she let the throbbing shaft slide further into her mouth, until her tongue ran along its underside. She didn't usually give blowjobs, just because guardsman tended to be unwashed. Plus she was somewhat big for a woman, so most guardsman barely had enough to satisfy her, and only if she took control and dictated the fuck. "Ngmmmm..." She moaned as the full taste of this beautiful redhead's cock permeated her mouth. She'd given in, and it was too late to go back. Thoughts and fantasies flooded her mind from the most depraved part of Slaneesh's magic. Thoughts of how deep she might swallow this shaft, thoughts on how good it would feel inside her body, up in her belly. Thoughts on how big of a load it would unleash. Could it fill her stomach? Could it fill her womb? She was lost as she began sucking the dick, her inexperience outweighed by the desire erupting inside her body. At the same time Erena slumped forward at the cult-leaders forceful hand. She knew what was coming, and was sure to turn her head so she could support Jesse through this ordeal. However it seemed too late. The guardswoman was faltering. Really she couldn't have expected much. No normal human, no matter how strong their faith could withstand the temptations of the Chaos gods in this form. It was too much....even for her. She grimaced as the cultists hands moved over her body passionately, as though they were a well known lover rather than a rapist looking to satisfy their god. Especially when the hot cock-head slid down between her toned ass-cheeks. She knew what was coming, but that didn't help. "Emperor...give me strength..." She gritted her teeth and groaned when that phallus was shoved inside her, quite painfully in fact. It had been years since she'd had sex, before the Sisters. So she was very tight, and not wet at all. She tried to stifle a whimper, but groaned again instead. She was being spread so wide, even if sex was the norm, that shaft was still so very thick, and dry. Erena shifted her body, trying to decrease the discomfort to no avail. She could only hope the pain would dull out the pleasure, so she had a chance of resistance.

The redhead who began as a shy little thing with a body that truly testified against her demeanour began to show some signs of aggressiveness tendencies when her hand touched the head of the guardswoman. She panted slowly when the slick head slowly pushed itself from one corner of her lips to the other. She found every little thing about that touch exhilarating, even the feel of the smooth fronts of her teeth seemed to spur her on. She raised her chin somewhat, closed her eyes gently and let out a muffled murmur. Standing to her immediate left, she didn't exactly point her organ into the bound woman's mouth. She seemed to be tracing it to and fro across her lips when her pelvis began to move. Gently though, she used her fingers to wipe away any strands of her that was in Serena's face and looked down into her eyes with a shaking smile forming on her lips at the same time as her veined shaft began to stroke across the kneeling woman's lips to the point that they were forced apart. "Mmmmm," the woman let out a muffled moan, clearly enjoying this almost harmless gesture all things considered. "Kiss me, Jesse." She continued to smile, and hoped the use of her name would help grease the gears, so to speak. The woman now behind Erena was not inclined to be gentle, however. The Emperor-whore might have been proud and stoic, but that wasn't going to save her cunny from her assault. The leader of the cultists put one hand on the back of Erena's neck and pushed her forward. She was deceptively strong and managed to push her further than one might initially suspect, but it was all up to how prepared she was and how adamant she was to resist that would decide just how far she went down... Or how much it hurt when her face hit the ground. Either way, it would not change the end result. Holding her engorged cock with her left free hand, she began to crouch behind the white haired, muscled and fit beauty. A very hot, and only slightly slick cock began to trace down the crack of her ass, and with a violent and rough descent she could feel that monstrosity grinding against her slit. She chuckled with a wide grin before she grit her teeth and grunted out her forceful entry. She made it a point to get at least a few inches more than the head inside of her as fast as possible, and it was so successful that the outside of Erena's sex went inside of her due to the hard and relatively dry penetration. "Ah yes..." She let out a hiss at the same time as she let the hand on Erena's neck trace down her trimmed back, then snake around her side before clutching just under her right breast, holding on to her body with both hands as her right hand grabbed on to her hips. "We are going to have so much fun together, you and I." And she lied. She only intended for herself to enjoy that moment, and she would enjoy it as much as possible. For Slaanesh. And the others thought the same, especially the woman approaching the leader who held her own massive cock alluringly close to her face. Not being so greedy or selfish, she wrapped her full lips around her acolyte and let out a loud groan as she showed her entire 'class' how it was done. Her cheeks indented with the amount of suction she applied.

Moving in front of her, the cultist made Jesse's blowjob easier to give. Part of her was thankful for this, as it would be easier to service this beauty, while the other part wanted to bite down, show her resolve, even if it meant more painful torment. Pain was something she could have handled, but not this. It took over her and made her groan softly as her head bobbed over the redhead's deliciously thick shaft. Whispers entered her mind, like an invading presence that sought to corrupt her. "Doesn't it taste nice?" "Don't you want more?" "How many could you handle?" She couldn't even answer in her head, her body was too hot. Jesse barely even noticed when the redhead's gentle hands moved onto her head, but when she locked eyes with the beauty whatever control was left fled her mind. She tried to press deeper, pushing the cock against the back of her throat with a moan as her saliva ran down the cultists shaft. "Augghmpf!" Was all she managed to express past the cock in her throat when this blonde cultist with a phallus which could only be labeled as monstrous, swiftly ensnared her and sunk a finger deep inside her pussy. The part of her that would have resisted, tried to back the woman off or at least free her lips to protest remained silent. She continued sucking away as this new woman mocked her shamefull arousal. Erena could no longer focus on Jesse, who had completely lost herself to these witches. The pain inside her was bordering on unbearable, and she was trained to resist the worst of agony. But this cultist was rough, far to big for her cunt, and merciless. Worst of all she pressed so deep that their bodies touched. Her cock was slamming into and nearly penetrating her cervix with each dry, grating thrust. This both introduced more pain, and at the same time pleasure, which was something that she was trained to suppress, not endure. She bit her lip so hard that she felt the warm trickle of blood enter her mouth, but the pain did not wash away the pleasure of being hit so deep. Slowly, fluids began to seep from her insides, and a heat stirred in her belly. "Damn you...whores of chaos..." She panted as her body was jostled by the cultist. With that she began reciting words from the Codex Hereticus, in an attempt to put her mind elsewhere. This did little more than distract her immediate attention from the second woman preparing to double the assault on her senses. She feared the words of the Ecclesiarchy would ring hollow in the face of the passions being forced into her flesh.

"Ah. Ah! Oh! Mmmn! Oh yes! Yes!" The red head was absolutely lost in the sensations that Jesse had been so eager to provide, her large girth disappearing behind the curtain of her moist lips. The woman, if she originally was a woman or not can still be debated, thought that the physical sounds of the slurping and suction was the most exciting part of this encounter. She giggled and big her lips several times between her loud noises of pleasure and gratification. She moved however when the Guardswoman began to suck in earnest, and stood directly infront of her. The cock was better aligned with her mouth now, and she felt bold enough to enforce some actual dominance and assertiveness, but she was in no way even beginning to come close to her other fellow cultists on that regard. A pair of soft and fairly gentle hands rested on the head and hair of the kneeling woman, and she made direct eye contact. She smiled, and panted visibly. Her ample chest heaved again and again, sporting clearly hard nipples that had an almost cute shade of pink to them. "This... feels so good." She looked almost nervous as she confessed it. Her hands stroked Jesse's head, and she offered a gentle counter to the attentions of the next woman she would have on her. This one had an equally amazing figure and body coupled with a terrifyingly large member. Just as large as the rest, but it was covered in thicker and more pronounced veins that snaked around the entire shaft. The meaty head was coloured in an almost angry shade of purple. This woman had curly blonde hair, which looked like it had been held in a bun before but was not let loose and free to hang on her shoulders and against her flushing cheeks. She was visibly excited, and kneeled behind the woman. Her left hand stroked Jesse's waist, giving he a experimenting grope. Her right hand however went right for the Imperial's sweet spot. One soft and delicate - without being tender - hand stroked immediately down between her legs. She thrust her middle finger inside of the prisoner and rapidly moved it in and out of her, letting her palm and other fingers smack loudly in a rapid pace against her moist flesh. "Mmm, I think she's ready!" The blonde woman let out with a deep chuckle. It looked pretty obvious that she would not be as tender as others might have been... The most immediate example to the opposite of the almost loving red head was the leader of this cult. She wasn't giving the Sororita a chance to brace herself or to even acclimate to this invasion. Her hands grabbed Erena's tied wrists and used that as leverage, then began to thrust her hips deep and hard against her rear. She let out muffled grunts from the exertion of the force she used, slapping their bodies together as her vicious cock ploughed through her unprepared insides. She grit her teeth, utterly enjoying this moment for so many reasons. She could torture a enemy who would have destroyed her if she had a chance, she had the privilege of giving her up as a sacrifice to her Lord and Master, at the same time as she hadn't had a dry pussy in a long, long time. It was an exquisite sensation of warm roughness that forced her skin back with each thrust, and pulled it up her shaft with each retreat. It egged her own, using more and more force with each slap of her stomach against the Sister's firm ass. The other cultist looked eager to join in, but hesitated. There was little else to do but invade her mouth, but they knew that could most likely result in a abrupt end to their lives as hermaphrodites. The cultist leader, being always ever-minded of the needs of her followers, nodded to one of the perhaps most anxious followers. "Come here, Samantha." The shorter than average woman nodded with a wide smile stretching from ear-to-ear on her face. She moved forwards quickly, her out-of-place rod swaying side-to-side with each step. Standing next to the leader, she waited for instructions. "Sit on my lap..." And so, it would seem that the Sister of Battle would have to contend with a multi-pronged assault.

"Stupid." The only word that came from the female's mouth as she watched the parade of students enter and exit the building. Listening to the rambling of the professor, and watching the show off Tony Stark in his fancy suit and gimmicks. She cracked her neck and sighed. She wouldn't be here if SHIELD hadn't specifically asked. Her gaze flickered to circus truck and she watched the show unfold, her eyes narrowing and her hand catching the tag that hung around her neck as the larger boys laughed and threw their insults at the kid, as if they were anything special. She glanced at the words etched across the tag.Wolverine.She smirked to herself, and began to walk towards the scene, pulling a cigarette out of its pack as she came up to the preppy guys. She suddenly slammed one into the wall, barely resisting the urge to expose her claws. She glance at him up and down, and let one claw slide from her hand, the middle one. "Not having a dick isn't so funny now, huh bub?" She asked. Sometimes, she knew she was just looking for a fight... Felicia Hardy exited the limo, looking almost down on all the other students. She was not used to being in large groups of other kids, and she felt almost uneasy. It was to noisy, to busy. She sighed, typing up her hair with a black ribbon as she began to make her way through the crowd to find what the living situation was going to be like. She knew that due to her appearance she would be very underestimated here, but she didn't mind. It was almost a relief, then no one would be suspicious of what she was able to do. She smiled pleasantly to herself, glancing sideways at a boy with brown messy hair, who was walking rather swiftly through the crowd. 'He seems to know where he is going.' She thought curiously, beginning to follow him...

High above the large compound of Stormvalley High School a transport carrier buzzed across the air. Inside a nervousTony Starkstood in a suit of steel colored armor. He pressed an armored finger to the com piece on the helmet. "Dad," Tony asked, "Are you sure about this? I mean this is still a prototype." Howard Stark chuckled from the other end of the line. "Come on Tony, you and I built this and did all the calculations together. Two genius brains couldn't possibly get this wrong. Now just follow the plan and everything should be fine." Tony nodded and closed the open face of the helmet. He stepped out as the cargo door opened and took a deep breath before jumping off and activating the rockets in the suit. As he felt himsel fly through the air all of his inhibitions went out the door. The students of class two-thousand-and-eleven were all currently packed into the school's hall, waiting anxiously for the first assembly of the year to begin. They were expecting the school principal to make his appearance any second and to deliver the usual humdrum speech, which is why the hall fell into shocked silence when they were instead greeted by the strum of a guitar... "Welcome to the Jungle," the vocalist screamed as a suit of iron burst through the roof and slammed into the stage, landing crouched on one knee with his steel fist pressed against the floor. The platform was suddenly awash in multicoloured lights and fireworks as the steel-clad billionaire launched off the stage and flew over the gasping, wide-eyed, students, all while twirling and winding in tune with the Guns'N'Roses song; showing off his flying skills as well as the new Stark prototype. Unlike his usual outfit, the suit displayed a large array of weaponry, enough to warrant a bit of parental hate-mail no doubt. "So worth it," He thought as he gave the students a quick wink before ending the ostentatious display with one last flip and another heavy landing on the stage amid a final explosion of fireworks and lights. As the song died, Tony strutted toward the front of the platform, admiring the semi-casual whites and blues of the teens' assigned uniforms. Placing both hands firmly on the podium, the seventeen year old began, "I think that's enough fun for one assembly, so allow me to simply welcome you all to Stormvalley High! I'm sure you're all going to love it here." He smiled, confident in his words. "Now, before I begin, I'd like to address a rumour I've heard floating about the halls, regarding the Avengers... All I can say is that Stark Industries is unaware of any metahuman presence within the school." He gave a moment's pause, to allow the message to sink in, before continuing, "The close proximity of the Avengers tower is merely a coincidence and the same could be said for any potential superhumans attending Stormvalley." Tony watched the reactions of the student-body, trying to gauge whether they believed him or not, before gazing out a nearby window to the tower which stood just across the street. The Avengers Tower was similar to an apartment building, with each room individually crafted to suit the desires and personality of each Avenger. As a skyscraper the Avenger tower was by far taller than any other in the city, with the glassy panelling which covered its sleek exterior topped by an ancient monument of Asgard. It stood as a picture of simplicity and style, leaving many unaware of the extensive array of weapons and sensors which hid under its plain, glistening, surface. On the inside the tower was managed by an artificial intelligence system known as Jarvis, who attended to the needs of its occupants while ensuring a secure, functional, environment. Besides supplying the Avengers with refreshments as well as guest, entertainment and relaxation rooms, the tower also maintained several training centres, gyms, mission prep areas and modes of transport. The decor also changes from one room to the next, where one might be stylized in polished marble, another could have a more wooden, rustic, appeal. This was done in the hopes of giving the more redundant areas a little more character. Tony Stark had spared no expense and while he pretended that Stormvalley was simply another eccentric venture for the public, the truth was that it too was created for the benefit of the Avengers. Returning his attention to the assembly before him, Stark continued, "And now I will leave you to your principal, Doctor Xander Rice, to explain the more boring details of life at Stormvalley High." With that Tony turned to the good doctor to make an exaggerated sweep of his hand, implying that the stage was all his. Xander, a tall, lean-muscled, man with dirty blonde hair, looked less than amused by Stark's antics. His russet-coloured eyes glared at him as he stood from his chair, adjusted his white lab coat, and approached the podium. The doctor then proceeded to highlight the rules and expectations of the school in a swift, no-nonsense, tone. He seemed to want to get the assembly out of the way as much as everyone else. As he neared the end of his speech he noted, "Finally, we will be testing a new study program where we assign certain students into groups of three, or perhaps more. You'll receive more details once the groups have been formed." What Xander had failed to elaborate on was that each group was in actuality going to be treated as an Avenger squad, to teach them the importance of team work and coordination. Once the principal was finished Tony quickly announced the band's closing song "Highway to Hell" (an apparent joke) before flying right back out the hole he'd made on his entrance. Many of the students started to shuffle their way out from the hall and into the courtyard, standing beneath the shade of the clouds which hid the morning sun. They chattered on excitedly about what the new year might bring, from general teen gossip to more politically orientated topics (such as the possible resurgence of Hydra). Or they simply kept to themselves, watching and waiting. A frozen yoghurt stand stood opposite the street, at the base of the Avengers building, while fields for various sport surrounded the students in the school grounds. The day was meant mostly for exploring and adjusting so nobody had to worry about class, or at least not yet.... Outside the auditorium a small beat up truck drove to the front of the school. The truck had a large circus logo blazened on the doors. Inside the truck wasClint Barton, his brother Bernard, and his friend and mentor Buck Chislom. Clint and his brother were runaways, orphaned at an early age and sick of being bounced around foster homes. They ended up at the circus as roustabouts and he was being trained by Buck also known as Trick Shot. Clint was looking down and sad, he would much rather be at the circus shooting arrows than this school and being a part of these so called Avengers. Buck saw this in Clint, "Clint, I know you don't want to be here but this a big deal. These SHIELD guys see what you can do and know how to put it to better use than just shooting targets in front of a crowd." Clint still was reluctant to get out of the car, but Bernard bolted right out of the car as soon as it stopped. Buck have Clint a nudge on the shoulder, "Come on kid, do it for me." Clint nodded his head and got his stuff, the school was a live in school so Clint had brought all of his clothes and marksman gear. He gave Buck one last look and got out of the truck. He gave Buck a wave goodbye and he left to the dorms. On his way to the dorms a couple of big burly guys blocked his path. They were dressed in blue slacks, a white shirt, and a pressed blue sport coat, preppy kids. "Hey kid," One asked, "Did you get out of a truck that had the circus logo on it?" Clint responded, "Yes." They all laughed in unison while pointing at him, "Your a circus freak?! What are you, the human fish? The guy with a few extra limbs? A kid with no dick?!!!" That brought up more laughter. Clint pushed passed them and went on his way, a scowl now on his face.... Peter Parkerswung over the skyline and towards his new High School. He had to admit that he was quite hesitant at first but Nick did make some good points about his future hero work as The Amazing Spider-Man, 'The Amazing' part of his name wasn't his, that was New Yorks little idea. He arrived at the Stormvalley complex and swing towards the back to where he saw no one walking towards there. He set down behind the gym and pulled his backpack from off of his shoulder and opened it. He pulled out the uniform that the school enforced. He quickly buttoned the shirt the suit and pulled the pants on. He took off his gloves and slid the fair blue blazer on. The last things to go were his boots and mask, the gloves and those went right into the back pack. He smoothed out his brown hair and hustled over to the crowd to find out what was happening.

Storm sat alone, watching the students, listening to the professor as he rattled on about the rules and regulations of the school. Despite the fact that she knew this was all a farce to cover her, and people like her, she couldn't help but pay attention. It was all so well done, and convincing. She took a few notes, the things she figured were worth remembering. Quiet hours, locations, the usual. She had been to school before so she understood the drill. By the sound of the noisy kids, they did as well. She watched Tony Stark, the richest man around flaunt and show off his ability. She rolled her eyes in a subtle fashion,. He was special, or at least he was smart. She admitted to herself, but he wasn't like her or other like her. He was made special by his father and his money. She, she had been born special. How well would his Iron Man suit work in a lightning storm? He wasn't the most special thing here, although neither was she. Finally, the lecture hall let out and she stretched, wandering out of the room with the rest of the students, milling about in the main court yard for a moment. She watched as student went this way and that, and she couldn't help but wonder if any of them were the other SHIELD recruits. She was curious to get to know the other people who they had managed to gather. What other unique abilities were hidden here, waiting for their use. It was the only reason this was all happening, this school business. She felt a bit suspicious about the whole affair, but figured who would be able to stop her if she wanted to leave, the thing was, they wound't be able to. With a last glance around, she ajusted the satched on her back and set out into the streets,wandering aimlessly and just taking in her surroundings. She tossed the hood of her sweatshirt over her silvery hair, not wanting any of the usual side ways glances. She felt that when people did that, they just knew what she was. She felt out of place as it was already, surrounded by the carefree students and innocent kids. Without paying much attention, she entered an ice cream shop, her mind still buzzing with unanswerable questions about SHIELD and her kind. She ordered a small cone as an excuse to sit in the corner and there she sat, feeling as if the entirity of the school was entering, or in the shop. She felt almost jealous of their minor cares. They didn't have to worry about the judgement that came with being a mutant. She saw Tony Stark enter the little shop as well, peering at him from behind the cone. Him, he had everything. Money, power, status. Plenty of people loved the Starks and the Iron Man suit, and she couldn't help but feel a bitterness rise in her throat. Still, she knew it wasn't him personally who had wronged her, yet it still seemed so unfair... Wolverine grinned sarcastically as Clint asked about Fury. She held up her middle claw, before letting it slide back into her hand, grimacing ever so slightly. "What gave me away?" She asked, glancing back as the preppy boy fled, a satisfied feeling rising as she saw the wet travel down his pants, his whimpering suddenly not so tough now. She finally turned to really look at Clint, peering at him with an eyebrow raised. "I'm going to assume you're one of Fury's pets as well." She mused, pulling a thin cigar from behind her ear, igniting the brown stick with a black lighter. "As for if he got me to come here, more like made me." She growled, eyes narrowed. "I have no desire to play his little games, like a good lab rat." She leaned against the wall, still peering at him with her sharp gaze. "Let me guess though, you're the quiet deadly kind? Let them think you're a weakling then take em down when they arn't looking?" She figured if he was with fury, he had to be more special than he looked. Felicia jumped slightly as the boy addressed her. Usually no one ever hear her when she was following them. She wasn't called a cat burgalar for nothing. She narrowed her eyes to try and size the boy up for a moment, then grinned plesantly, walking forward quickly to get even with him. "Oh! Sorry for following you! I'm prone to getting lost, and you seemed like you know where you were going!" She held out a hand, her eyes flashing plesantly, or if you looked closely, dangerously. "My names Felicia, what's yours?" She figured getting to know some people wouldn't hurt. Farce or not, some friends would come in handy. Especially seeing as plenty of these people seemed like the rich family type. This particular one however seemed like one of the smart kind, and she felt a bit nervous talking to him. "So, what are you doing at Stormvalley?" She continued asking, making sure to keep her eyes on all the others milling around. It was always a good idea to know who would be around...

After getting the hell out of dodge from the auditorium Tony returned to the private Stark building on campus. He flew back into the workshop to find his hot rod, and father waiting for him. Tony landed on the mapped out area of the workshop and immediatley the floor split apart and a wide arty of robotic arms came out and gripped the various areas of the armor and began removing the plating and revealing Tony's prim and proper uniform all pressed and neat. Howard came over and have Tony a clap on the back, "Good job my boy! Now scrap the blueprints and open up another one." Tony was confused, "Wait, I thought the Iron Man project was ongoing?" Howard shook his head, "Tony that's just a publicity stunt, something to pull the attention away from the tower!" Tony wasn't so easy to give up on it. Howard saw this and recognized what Tony was feeling. He sighed before saying, "Look if you want to keep going on it fine, but don't expect any help from me." With that Howard took his leave. Tony remained in the workshop, mulling what his next move was. He tapped his feet, fiddled with his hands, and other various idiosyncrasies he did when he was thinking. Finally making a final decision he raised his head and spoke, "Jarvis," A robotic voice with a British accent responded back, "At your service sir." "Bring up the footage from the assembly and analyze the flaws in the armor. I'll review them when I get back." With that Tony took his leave and went to the local Ice Cream shop that was the popular bang out for the student body. Before he left he took a look in the mirror and saw that his Arc reactor wasn't shining through his shirt, "Good, the rubber polymer is holding up." He left to the ice cream shop. He arrived at the shop to see the student population busing around. He weaved through the crowd, no one protesting at all, and ordered a big bowl of cookies and cream, his favorite. He stepped out and looked around at the students, "Pawns," Tony mumbled. 95% of these kids were fronts by S.H.I.E.L.D just to hide there little Avenger Initiative. "We are all either Kings or Pawns," he mumbled before taking a big scoop of Ice Cream and moving towards a table... Clint continued on away from the assholes over to his dorm. He stopped when he heard the sound of a body being forced against the wall, his acute sense of hearing picking up on it. He thought they were trying to bully another student so he whirled around to go back to give them a piece of his mind. What he wasn't expecting was to see one of them running for the hills and another pressed against a wall by a girl- a girl for Christ sakes! He quickly moved over to help the guy out. "Hey!" he shouted as he moved to her. He yanked her hand, which was surprisingly heavy, and was shocked to see a shinning metal claw protruding from her knuckle. With the claw away from him the prep bolted crying wolf. So now he was staring a girl with a claw from her knuckle and denied her from beating up a guy that deserved it. Was this another one of S.H.I.E.L.D.S recruits? Director Fury said there would be more like Clint but he was expecting not to meet them until their first little team meeting. "Let me guess, Fury got you to come here to didn't he?".... Peter weaved his way through the crowd. He had already pulled a friendly stranger over and got the rundown of the assembly, apparently Stark had pulled out all the stops. Right now the students were given free range until dinner so mos were heading back to the dorms while others were going to the ice cream shop across the street. He decided he could go for some ice cream and followed the large groups across the street. As he did he felt a little tingling in the back of his brain, a little sixth sense he liked to call his "Spider Sense" it alerted him of things that were of note whether or not he saw them or not. For instance the one now was alerting him of a tail he had picked up. He walked straight for awhile and slowed down until he felt she was close enough behind him to turn around with a smile and a, "Can I help you?"

The girl sniffed as he hid his answers, being as vague as possible. Her eyes did n arrow in curiosity however,as he wiggled the bow case. Some sort of weapons expect, maybe. "Regardless of the offer, you're still just a pet. Clint." Her gaze never left him as he walked away, their fierce glare analyzing his every move. She wasn't intentionally being rough, but she new better. She had been around to long, and seen to much to think that Fury was giving them the offer of a lifetime. It all seemed to perfect, to easy. She gave a slight grunt of disinterest, and sat on a bench, watching people walk past, her finger tapping steadily on the wood. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and sprung to her feet, walking briskly towards the little shop where everyone was going. "Ice Cream.." she glared at the sign, and entered groaning internally at the mass of girls surrounding Tony Stark. She had wanted to talk to him about Fury, about SHIELD. She ordered a bowl of ice cream, chocolate, and a bit roughly shoved her way through the mass of fawning girls, and plopped herself right at his table, glaring at the indignant girls around her. Her tags fell forward, exposing the word 'Wolverine.' "So Tony Stark, nice to finally meet the man in the suit." Her words were dangerously sugar coated. "I was just curious, you know about everythig that goes on around here. When are things going to really, get exciting?" She asked, smiling coyly. She wanted to know when Fury was going to really start needing their skills, and this was the only way she could get the information, or get him away from the herd... Storm jumped out of her trance watching Tony and her gaze flickered to Clint. "Oh by all means." She scooted her own chair over a bit, to give him more space. It seemed like the entire school body was in the small shot. Although, with Tony being their that might have had something to do with it. Her gaze scanned over Clint swiftly as he introduced himself. He looked like you're average guy to her. Probably not a mutant, just someone who was blissfully unaware of the scheme occurring right under all their noses. However, he was plenty good looking, and she couldn't help but notice he had sharp eyes. "My names, well people call me Storm." She gave a slightly sheepish grin, shrugging her shoulders. It had been a while since she had been around people who didn't know about her "problem". "What are you here for? " She asked, placing her elbow on the table and placing her chin in her palm, fixing him with an interested gaze. "I know it's just school and classes, but they picked everyone a bit special, so you must be very smart, or rich, or both!" She chuckled. She knew she had to keep up the facade of an average school kid for Fury, and hiding secrets was a specialty of hers. After all, when you could change the weather and call down lightning or tornadoes, one learned to be an expert of acting normal. "You seem like the smart kind." She continued, then paused, giving him a chance to respond before she talked him to death... Felilcia felt her face flush a bit at his comment. "Oh, well I guess I won't let it happen again." Her sudden frown turned into a smile again as she put her hands behind her back, lacing her fingers together. "Peter Parker...That's a nice name." She felt like she had heard it before, but pushed the notion from her mind. The chances of that were slim, since there were kids from all over the country here. The chances were slim anyone from New York were here, or that she would meet them so quickly. "The honors program?" She raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Wow you must be very smart. I might have to have you help me with the work! I'm not the greatest with book smarts." She chuckled acting almost flirtatiously. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and gave him a sideways glance. "Oh, I guess my parents wanted me to get away to see new things, and go to a good school." She said with a shrug. She knew it was vauge, but she hadn't really thought of a good reason why she was their. She couldn't just say Fury and SHIELD wanted her for her skills in in various fighting styles and acrobatics. She just wanted to keep a low profile, and she was good at it. "So what is this special skill set you have?" she inquired. It truly did seem, interesting...

Clint tried to remain unphased at the sight of the claws that were protruding from her knuckles. He winced a little as he watched her draw them back into her hand, he thought it must have hurt greatly. He gave her a small smile at her humor. When she asked about being a pet he rolled his eyes. "I'm not some pet, Fury gave me a better offer than being a part of a circus. So I took it." That was somewhat of a rehearsed answer, Clit would have very much rather be at the circus with Trickshot and helping with the act. When she asked about his skill set he smiled a bit and shook his head, "Well your just going to have to wait and see about that." He waved his bow case at her just to taunt her a little. He turned to leave to his room but before he was out of earshot he turned his head. "The names Clint Barton by the way. I'll be looking forward to working with you." With that he took his leave to the room they assigned him. It was a single room, big enough for him and some company if that ever does happen. He set his case down and popped it open to check that everything was in order. No stray arrows, nothing cracked or bent, all in all it was in perfect order. Seeing that everything was alright he set his stuff down and wondered what to do next. He looked out to see still masses of people moving around. He saw that a majority of them were heading to a shop across the street. He saw that it was an Ice Cream shop and he figured he could go for a scoop or two. He jogged across the street and walked in. He waited in line for a few minutes before getting to the counter he bought a scoop of cookies and cream on a waffle cone. He turned from the counter after paying and saw that all the single seats had been taken, a large mass of girls surrounded a guy and from the glances he could get it was none other than Tony Stark. He kept looking and saw a girl in the corner sitting at a table with an open seat. He walked across the room and stood behind the chair. He looked at the girl and he grew a little flustered. The girl sitting there was... beautiful to say the least. She had chocolate skin and snow white hair, his heart skipped a beat and his mouth grew a little dry. "H-hi, uhhh would you mind if I grabbed this seat?" he said, he was shaking a little from his nerves. He quickly forgot his manners, "Oh man where are my manners, I-I'm Clint Barton by the way, nice to meet you."... Peter wasn't surprised at her reaction to his quick turn, it was something that happened to everyone. "Don't worry about it. It happens to everyone who knows me at least once." He turned to walk towards the Ice Cream shop and nodded for her to follow him. "I'm Peter Parker, it's nice to meet you Felicia." He walked and listened as she asked about his purpose here at the school. He couldn't tell her the truth... Well not the whole truth at least. "I'm here for the honors program. Apparently I have the special skill set that they're looking for. What about you? Education, class, people?"

Loki stared at the princess, his light blue eyes watching her intently.Loki Frostwas a delectable sort of man, gorgeous, almost frail in every way. he was beautiful, he knew it, the world knew it, and he enjoyed making sure that everyone knew it. Loki was a rarity in so many ways, he was beautiful, even more so than many of the royalty... he was powerful, again more so than many of the royalty... and rarest of all, he came as a set... he was a twin, which was part of the reason he was so powerful, he and his twin Loti where very rare, but Loki got all of the attention while Loti was shoved off to the side... what people didn't know, was the Twins made very sure of that. Loki was very outgoing, thrived on attention.... Loti was shy, and cringed and cowered when in a group of more than three. Loti stayed at home and raised one of the biggest gardens in the kingdom, which fed most of the royalty, while Loki went on mission after mission because he was too hyper to stay at home and... god forbid, read a book. he smirked as he watched the girl use her powers on the teacher, how many times a day did she dazzle him? he bet it was quite a few. "your here because i want you to be here." Loki stated in his usual arrogant air as he rested his head on his fists, sitting in the back so they wouldn't be noticed. "besides, your going to be marrying her Jace. you should see her when she's calm before we ruin her entire life, drag her off to god knows where, and she has the biggest temper tantrum of her life." he was teasing Jace now. when he had first been sent to go and get the 'little lord' as Loki called him when he wanted to annoy the other. Jace had thrown one of the biggest temper tantrums the kingdom had ever seen. of course, Jace hadn't had a rough childhood the way most of the Changelings did, and his family had loved him so very much. "besides, i thought we might stop at your 'mothers' house and check in on her." he admitted smiling at Jace. it was against the rules, but Loki lived to break rules, besides, no one had the heart to deny Jace his chance to see the mother who had raised and loved him, despite her heavy set Althimers she always knew who he was. "so what do you think of her?" Loki asked, indicating the princess as he wrapped reality tighter around them when a student glanced too long at him. no need to have them seeing him, he wasn't there, no need to cause a massive panic in class. Loki really was powerful enough that he could render himself completely invisible, it was one of the things that made him perfect for these kinds of fetch and save missions. he glanced up as the end of the school bell rang and he smirked a little. "time to introduce ourselves, come along Jace." he ordered patting his best freinds head. "let's follow her, as soon as she's alone we'll introduce ourselves... if she runs, do NOT follow her." he ordered sternly before following her out the door and down the street before releasing reality, revealing himself and his gorgeous reality to her. "Excuse me, Miss Everdeen?" Loki asked suddenly. "My name is Loki Frost... yes i know that's a strange name." he grumbled a little wrinkling his nose a little smiling a little. "this is Jace Kroner, would you mind giving us a moment of your time? there is something that needs to be discussed."

Erika jolted out of sleep as the book hit the desk by her head, blinking stupidly at the teacher standing over her. Swallowing hard she smiled sheepishly, before nodding slightly."Sorry." "Ms. Everdeen you should be reporting to the office."Her history teacher frowned looking at her sternly. Erika winced at that. She couldn't go to the office. She couldn't. She just couldn't. And as she repeated the words, she saw the teachers going slack for a moment and because she'd done it before, she saw the teacher cave into her demand to stay in class. "Okay ms. everdeen, just this once."The teacher said before going back to her lecture. But even if she wasn't looking around her, she could feel the skin crawling on the back of her neck as she was stared at. Jace Kroner growled softly at the man sitting next to him. Irriated because he couldn't use his own powers, he was feeling the touch of his princess's and it was making his skin crawl. Even if she shouldnt have been able to do it yet, no changeling child should be able to do it yet at the age of 18, but she had. And it was making her future husband uncomfortable. Which brought up another reason. What the hell was he doing here?He was a duke of the Seelie sidhe, and he did not apperciate Loki dragging him out on assignment. Even if the man was his best friend, much to his mother's dismay the two had gotten along from the moment Loki had returned him to Sithen, the fae realms. "What the hell am I doing here?"He growled, that edged temper focusing him just as much as using his power did. He was usually scattered, so powerful that his own powers prevented him from focusing and paying attention to the things around him, caught between the feelings and thoughts he picked up, Jace was hardly ever aware of what ws real or not....extremely annoying when loki bent reality around him.

he smiled a little at the other. "sorry, i know this makes your head hurt." despite being an arrogant prick, he really was a kind and caring man, and he hated to cause others pain... he did it, often, but he didn't like it. "besides, you so don't want your future bride to be called 'the baby'. you two will never stop being laughed at." he teased chuckling a little as he shook his head. "besides they don't whisper about you because of your temper tantrum, they whisper because you scare them." he admitted smiling a little. "it's a good thing!" he admitted grinning at his friend a little. "not getting cold feet are you?" he asked smiling a little before moving over to Erika. pretty, pretty Erika. he had to chuckle at her flirting and gave her his best grin, playful and flirty and friendly. every pore of Loki was made for this. "why yes, i am." he admitted smiling as he gently lifted her fingers and kissed her knuckles, just like a proper underling. "well, you see Miss... we need to talk about a certain... power, you have." he admitted blinking at her his head tilted a little, smirking a little. "i'm sure you've noticed that strange things happen around you, yes?" he asked smiling at her, his cool blue eyes watching her, carefully swirling reality to make himself seam even more trustworthy and calming. "you see, your not alone in this, there are others who can do the things that you can do." he explained. "my friend an i are just like you, we can do things as well." he admitted smiling at her a little. "we're here to explain everything." he admitted. "including the reason why you don't look like your parents... why you can do these strange things." he looked down at his own bare feet. "why you hate shoes." he admitted wiggling his toes a little, smiling a little as he watched her. "may we find a place to sit down and talk?" he asked his head tilted. "i know you think i'm an insane madman right now, but i was sent here to bring you back into our world as calmly, and gently as possible..." he promised. "and to protect you while i do that."

Jace frowned over at his concieted best friend. If he thought it would do him any good he'd beat his friend for being a arrogant asshole,but he knew that even before the blood had dried, loki would be a wiseass. "Oh, so you summon a Sithen lord just to do errands?"He muttered wrinkling his nose a little, rubbing at his temple, feeling the pounding migraine that was nearly blinding him with pain, he was struggling to even focus on the man sitting next to him.While he knew it was for the best, to feel reality warping around them, to feel it shuddering around them, was making his already frail hold on what was around him even more finely wrought and breakable. Like Loki he was powerful, a telekinisis to the point that he that not only could he move things, but he could sense thoughts and feelings, along with being able to throw a arrow so hard into a target a mile away that it shattered the shaft. There was reasons for his pain, and despite being 'engaged' to the princess, he did not want to be here feeling loki tricking his mind into seeing what he knew was fake. Smiling slightly at the mention of his mother he nodded absently."We'll see her tonight. Erika wont want to come with us tonight, we'll need to give her time to think."He muttered.And he was so going to throw another temper tantrum if he didn't get out of this room soon. Duke or not, loki was making it feel like he was having a anyesrum. "Maybe she'll be named the baby then."He said perking up a little at the idea that he wouldn't have to stand to listen to the whispers behind his back anymore. "She's...interesting. And stop that. You're giving me a headache, and I'll be totally useless to you."He growled before sighing softly, trying to avoid speaking about the princess, not when he knew the truth.He didn't want to hurt her. Not when he had to do this.If he could spare her, he would. "yes?"Erika looked startled as the two men suddenly appeared, laughing softly at his words."yes it is odd,but are you cold and mischvious?"She teased flirting because she could, but also because she knew the orgins of the name, loki the god of mischief, and frost...well because of frost. "What can I do for you?"She asked looking cnfused.

he chuckled a little as he shook his head a little, watching his friend carefully, not wanting to see him in such pain. maybe he shouldn't have brought him after all?... no, Jace would be helpful, he knew it deep inside... Loki always listened to his feelings, his instincts, and they never steered him wrong. "you get cold feet all the time." Loki complained. "and you deserve it too for wearing no socks in the middle of winter." he stated with a sniff, an old joke that he couldn't remember, but it had been going on for years that tagline. he looked shocked as she commented on Jace, looking at his best friend, amazement written on his face before he shook his head. "yes he, doesn't do well in crowds." Loki admitted calmly. "the Diner will be perfect." he agreed. there where people, but not too many, giving her a sense of safety and Jace the privacy he needed to help calm himself down. once in there Loki handed Jace a spoon, it would give the man something to focus his powers on to bleed some of the excess power off. "Miss Everdeen..." here Loki hesitated, considering how to start as he pondered. "we are not human, you and i." he explained, watching her carefully. "we are very powerful people, creatures known as Trylle." he explained. "humans once called us Troll's, Changeling, Elves, and even Golems." he admitted. "we prefer the name Trylle." he admitted smiling a little. "we are a race of creatures that predate humanity." he admitted sighing a little. "our kind... are dying, we are at war with one another and so, to protect our young we send them away." he admitted. "those of Royal blood, like you, and Jace, are sent into the human world as babies, to be raised as humans... your powers don't manifest until well after puberty... at least, that is the way it is supposed to go, but for some reason, your powers have manifested years early." he explained. "that is why you can make the teacher do what you want him to... with training i've no doubt you could make him stand on his head and cluck like a chicken." he admitted smiling at her a little before hesitating. "i know this is a lot to take in, you probobly don't beleive me... Jace didn't either at first." he admitted glancing at the other. "in fact he threw a tantrum so large the entire kingdom shook for days!" he admitted smirking at his friend, teasing him again. he turned his attention back to Erika. "i know you don't want to beleive me right now, but it is the truth... and i know your not going to want to, but you will have to leave your home... your powers are growing Erika, and if your not careful, if you don't get control of them, they might very well hurt someone. someone you love and care about." he admitted watching her gently. "you might hurt me, or your teacher, or yourself... or, you might hurt your family... your mother, or your brother, someone you love very much... you wouldn't mean to, but it could happen, and the longer you wait, the longer you try to ignore it, the more probable it will become..." he sighed and hailed a waitress, who took their orders. "you don't have to decide tonight, in fact i would suggest thinking long and hard about it." he admitted. "let your mind settle tonight, rest on it, let yourself calm down tonight and thing about it in the morning." he set something on the table, a fifty dollar bill. "order anything you like." he winked at her. "and keep the change of course. i won't be far away, if you need me, simply call my name, and i will come." he promised blinking at Jace. "come on Jace, lets get you home before you puke on one of these unfortunate humans..." he muttered, amused by his freinds plight.

Jace rolled his eyes as he loked over at the other "I'll just toss the lot of them in the lake for the rest of my life. that'd brighten both our days."he said wincing a little as he shook his head in amusement, the movement making the whole world tilt around him. Staying back as loki talked to her, because the pain was making his head hurt so it was the opposite of his usual problem. instead of unable to focus because his power was blinding him, it was not using power that was killing him at the moment."I never get cold feet.about anything."He said scowling a little not wanting to consider what they'd do to loti if he did. Erika stared looking cnfused and upset at loki. Annoyed at his words before sighing, nodding a little."Okay."she said slowly looking at the two pretty boys, figuring if it came down to it, she could take them if she had to. Sighing sotly as she nodded towards teh resturant across the street."Let's sit down.He doesn't look good."She said showing more of a ablitiy then most. because jace looked normal, as perfectly aware an well as anyone else, the fact that she could tell he wasn't was just a layering of her powers, similar to his own. They really would be a good couple.

he snorted a little. "i never taught you that, your own MOTHER says that you never wore socks as a child." he complained rolling his eyes a little. "and that was years upon years before i ever met you." he teased smiling a little as he watched her, nodding a little. "your empathic, i think." he admitted studying her. "i don't have a way to judge what your powers might be, but i have a strong feeling your empathic in some manner or form." he admitted smiling at her a little before wincing as she panicked. "please, Erika calm down" he whispered, bending reality so that the others in the restaurant wouldn't react to her panicking. well aware it was going to hurt Jace, but it had to be done. 'we're nothing noticeable, just a group of teenage freinds talking quietly, no one is panicking, nothing is wrong. ' his mind whispered through the air, soothing everything but Erika, she was too strong in her panic for him to affect her. "no one is angry with you, it's a normal thing, i promise." he tried to reassure her. "no one is going to be angry, and your not going to get into trouble for using gifts that you where born with. your teachers, and anyone else you touched with your powers have never been hurt by it, you didn't cause any hard yet." he promised smiling at her. "i promise you, everything will be alright." he murmured softly, gently patting her hand before leaving her to calm down, sighing a little. "you know, that could have gone a lot worse." he admitted smiling at him. "i knew you'd come in handy, she didn't attack us because you felt sickly to her..." that was his theory anyway. "she's strong, my power couldn't touch her... with training she could make me do anything she wanted..." he admitted wrinkling his nose. everyone knew Loki hated it when someone was stronger than him in ways he couldn't combat. he could stop someone from flinging him against a wall using telakeneses.... he couldn't stop someone from reaching into his brain and taking control of his very will. he watched the other light a cigarette, but said nothing even though the smell assaulted his nose. it wouldn't hurt him anyway, it just smelled bad. "what is it Jace?" he asked, his head tilted at the other. "is Erika going to run for it?" sometimes, they tried to run away. rather than going with him, or hurting their family they tried to run away... some tried to kill, or hospitalize themselves thinking they where insane, or sins against nature. of course, considering who Erika was.... "is someone coming after her?" he asked, trying to give him something to focus on, as far as Loki could tell, it was easier for Jace to focus on an emotion when he had an idea of what he was looking for. he set his hand on the others shoulder. "sorry, i know you hate it when i do this..." he muttered softly, warping reality so that any enemies watching would see Erika get up out of the booth she was sitting in, trembling because it was so much harder to include a group of people he wasn't sure was, or was not there. it drained him a great deal to do large illusions like this. rendering himself invisible was easy, he just had to convince any eyes that looked at him that he wasn't there... but to make Erika invisible only to some, yet still there to others, and then to make a second Erika that was unseen by most, but visible to some walking out through the back... even making the door look like it was swinging open... it was hard, very hard and like Jace, Loki now felt a massive migraine creeping up. still, it was nothing Loki wasn't used to, it was only bad, or dangerous to Loki when he started getting a nosebleed, and he was far from that point. he made the fake Erika head down the street, his blue eyes watching it closely. "the real Erika is still int here... i don't know if you can see her or not." he muttered softly, panting a little. his head hurt, but he would be fine as soon as he dropped the illusion. "hows your head?" he sure as hell wasn't about to let Jace know how much this hurt him. Jace would only nitpick at him for being reckless.

Jace rolled his eyes at th old joke."You're the one who taught me to not wear socks,jackass."He pointed out ignoring the pointed look he was getting from his friend. He hadn't said anything about being in pain to make loki feel guily, he'd said it to make sure the man would know that he couldn't count on him to back himup if he needed it. Sitting down at the table with the other two he absently pushed the spoon between his fingers,watching the spoon slid off the small space between his hands without touching it.. "Oh.I don't like crowds either."Erika said smiling looking worried as she looked up at the two men, before sitting down to before frowning at him. Erika looked confused at his explaination, before tensing at the mention of her power."I didn't make him do anything!"She said sonding slightly panicked because she had no idea what as going to happen. She didn't want to get in trouble."Loki your freaking her out."Jace muttered as he glanced up with wide dark eyes his ees not really focused on erika, more to just to her left as he watched her aura streak with the colors of her emotions. 'No!I wont go."Erika scowled to freak out and worried about hurtin someone to even consider leaving with them.Frowning at loki's kind words. He hadn't had to give her the night,but she still wouldn't go with them."I don't puke. I'm to dignified for that."JAce said having bled off enough power that his eyes held that sharp intelliegence, and empthy for what was going on with erika before following loki out of the resturant."We can't go see my mother.Not yet."He said pausing there as he lit a cigarette, the addiction to something was one of the ways to block power, even if it disgusted the rest of the trylle, it allowed him a few more minutes of reprieve, and the haze of addiction left him alone in his own mind for a few given moments."Something....somethings wrong."He said almost, almost sensing what it was wrong, but the more he tried to pin down the emotion, the more it slipped through his fingers. Snarling softly in frustration, because he was so powerful that it pissed him off that he didn't have perfect control.

he snorted a little. "you didn't know that when you where five." he teased chuckling a little before nodding to Erika. "i will, no worries. i won't let him get ill." he promised smiling a little as Jace complained. "your not just here because you feel ill Jace... i had a feeling that you'd be helpful and you are..." he admitted his eyes looking around. "you can feel things, and with as important as she is i know your the key to an easy transition for her..." he admitted his eyes narrowing a little. "besides, throwing me into a wall, and making me strip naked and do the tango are two different things... her mental powers are beyond even the Queens... you didn't feel her mind?" he asked blinking at Jace, realizing the other had been in too much pain to realize how much power she had used against the Teacher. "and i wasn't looking at you any funny way, i just can't stand the way those things smell." he complained simply. "humans really are disgusting sometimes." he admitted shaking his head a little. Loki shook his head a little. "sorry..." he muttered as he felt Loki grip on to him, smiling at the other. "i'm trying to find out..." he admitted panting softly. "i can't sense anything... the Illusion is taking all of my concentration..." he admitted biting his lip a little as he swallowed thickly, glancing inside at her. "do we go in and tell her that she might be in danger, or wait and see if she's attacked?" he asked, releasing the illusion so he could think without causing a massive hernia in his brain, wiping the sweat off of his brow. the illusion had made it far enough away that if the Unseelie had followed it, they would take a while to get back. "i doubt that worked." he grumbled a little. "some of those bastards can see through my illusions." he admitted shaking his head as he turned and looked inside at Erika again, his eyes narrowed. "your input Jace?" he asked glancing at the other. "i'm good at coercion, not battle strategy..."

"Hey. I'm trylle. And a duke. I don't have to lower myself to wear silly things like socks."Jace said with a sniff as if to dignified to argue the point. Erika frowned looking thoughtful looking at them both, focusing on jace, proving that she was indeed a empath as she looked at loki. "Make him lay down soon. He's not going to feel better until he gets some rest."She said calming slightly but not really. Calm enough that she wouldn't upset his illusion to badl. Sighing as she thought about what could happen. Struggling to think about it as she watced them leave. "...I hate it when you use me just because you make me feel ill."Jace grumbled, rolling his eyes a little, having a feeling that loki was right. That she was so strong that his pounding migraine had stopped her from trying to make it worse, which her attacking him would have done. "It wont be that bad. I have to work to throw you into a wall, and she's not trained. It'll be years before she can make you do anything, and I think she's to powerful of a empath to ever force the issue."He pointed out before giving loki a look."Don't look at me like that. You of all people, know they help."he said as he felt the smoke burning his throat, thankfully since they were nearly immortal, the trylle were immune to silly things like cancer and astma, so he really wasn't doing any damage to himself by smoking. "No.She's not running. Even if she wanted to, she loves her famil."She said thinking about it, using loki's words as a focus to try to tease te feeling into being. Yelping as the other touched him he growled as his knees went a little weak, a hand snapping up to rest on loki's arm, not so much to stop him from doing the illusion, but to stop his legs from going out under him Not about to let the other know just how bad it was, that pain was blacking out the edges of his vision."Not so bad.No worse then normal."He said not about to let loki know just how badly he was hurting, not wanting to make his friend feel guilty for hurting him, when it was his own body that betrayed him. Shaking his head a little, he wince as the world tilted around him."We'll have to keep watch.Someone's hiding well enough so I can't tell if its what she's feeling about something, or if its one of the Unseelie hiding out"

he snorted a little and shook his head. "you are so full of it Jace, honestly." he teased smiling a little before lifting an eyebrow. "...the Teacher thinks she'd... that's disgusting!" he complained wrinkling his nose. "i have to make sure she's never left alone with that sick bastard." he stated shaking his head. "it's a shame that i can't do anything about him, i can't stand pedophiles." granted, she WAS eighteen, but still, that broke SO many boundaries. "i don't know... i'd suggest drinking but we can get drunk a little too easily, and Drugs just don't work on us..." he mused, pondering that a little. "maybe we could get you those weird nicotine gums? then you get your nicotine but don't smell like shit." he muttered pondering that. in all honesty, Loki wasn't even aware of how well Loti and Jace knew each other. he had no idea that anytime Loki was out of the seelie realms that Loti and Jace couldn't be separated, even sharing the same house until Loki came back. it was one of the best kept secretes in the entire fey realms. he hesitated, looking at her and then nodded. "your right... they won't attack her during the day..." he agreed sighing a little as he shook his head. "i kind of wish Loti was here." he admitted suddenly. "he has this way of looking completely harmless... i bet she'd be following him to the seelie realms by now if he wasn't so damn shy." he mused smiling a little. Loti was one of the most powerful seelie the entire realms had ever seen too. it was rare for such a gift to exist, control over an element of nature was so rare, that normally anyone born with it was immediately made into a Duke or a duchess... the Queen had offered the position to Loti, but he had refused, not wanting to be separated from his brother and handle that many people. most of the realms had conveniently forgotten now, how powerful Loti was, the boy refusing to use his powers unless he absolutely had no other choice. he sighed again and shook his head as he followed Jace back to their rented home, heading inside and to the kitchen to look for something to eat. "Fruit salad or a regular salad Jace?" he asked, unsure what he himself was in the mood for so leaving it up to the Duke to decide.

"I did to."Kace said snickering a little rolling his eyes at loki's assurance that he was more useful then feeling ill. He knew he was more important but unlike the trylle, the humans had no barriers to keep him from feeling exactly hat they were thinking. AT least at home the trylle and sidhe had enough barriers to keep him from feeling like his head ws going to explode."I was to busy listening to the teacher think shed look hot in bed to think about how she felt."he growled rolling his eyes before sighing."IF you could find me a better habit that works, I'd take up that rather than this."He pointed out as he snuffed out the cigerette on his bootheel, not so much because loki hated it, but because loti had been after him to stop. Smirking a little as he looked at the other man talk he shrugged a little before tilting his head."They wont attack her until tonight. She's safe now. I say we go back to our place, so we can stalk the princess from the comfort of our own home."He said already eading down the street, because the two had rented a house a few houses down and across the street from erika's, so they'd be able to see if any of the unseelie showed up.

Loki snickered a little as he shook his head a little. "of course she's not going to be left alone! what kind of bodyguards would we be if we left her alone!?" he watched as she moved into her own house, smirking a little. "she must have left just after we did..." he mused shaking his head a little as he looked at Jace lifting an eyebrow. "just make sure whatever you do to him you either kill him, castrate him, or reveal him as the child molester that he is." h ordered smiling a little as he shook his head. "and my nose is NOT too sensitive! Loti always knows when i've been with you because he can smell the cigarettes." he teased, because Loti always commented when Loki came back smelling like Jace's cigarettes. Loki, being the idiot that he was, didn't recognize the connection. Loki flushed hard as Jace 'cuddled up to him' and quickly slid out of the mans grip. "i really, really wish you'd stop doing that..." he complained shaking his head a little as he complained on the phone to Loti, the shyer brother laughing because he knew better than to think his strictly asexual, bordering homophobic brother would ever try to flirt with Jace. still, the boy appeared half an hour later. he looked exactly like Loki, save for the twin braids in his hair. "Loki leave Jace alone." Loti ordered, Loki snorting as he throw a strawberry at his brother. "shut up Loti, he's always TOUCHING me." he whined, sulking a little as Loti chuckled, settling a hot cup in Jace's hand. "Jace, honestly would you stop teasing Loki?" he complained smiling at the other. "Drink, it will help stop the pain." he ordered before taking one to Loki. "thanks Ti." he muttered, supping at the hot cup of special herbs. another reason why Loti was normally ignored was that he was one of the best healers in the kingdom. no he couldn't heal instantly, but for people who couldn't see a healer, for things like colds, cuts, headaches or even Backlash Loti was the man to go to. he understood plants and how they helped, and could fix anything that the Healers couldn't, or wouldn't handle. "so how is the recovery of the Princess going?" "...well, i suppose..." Loki mused sipping at his tea. "she's not running away at least."

Jace snickered,"She wont be left alone, and I'm sure he's going to have...a unfortunate accident."Jace said a smirk quirking his lips, for a moment looking unmerciless, but it faded after a moment, but there was no doubt that the high duke of the sidhe would make sure that the teacher had no chance to hurt any other child."ou know, I might try that."He said rolling his eyes a little."And I don't smell that bad, your nose is just to sensitive."He said snickering a little before smirking."Call him then.Better yet, I will and tell him I need some of his plants to make a pain killer."He said smirking as he slid his hands over loki's chest just to bother his very hetrosexual friend before taking his cell out of his pocket, dialing loti."loti!I need you to come rescue me, Loki's trying to have his way with me again!"Jace said dramatically smirking at loki."Fruit of course."He said as he collapsed onto the couch.

Loki stared at the other. "your a disgusting pervert did you know that?" he asked lifting an eyebrow at the other, shaking his head a little before flinching away from the kiss, making a face at Jace. "now your just being cruel." he growled unhappily as he started cutting up the fresh fruit, deciding he needed to do something so that Jace would leave him alone. he smiled as Loti came, glad to see his brother, and even more glad because Loti didn't mind it when Jace snuggled into him all weird. Loti chuckled as he smiled at Jace. "your so mean to poor Loki." he complained smiling at Jace in that soft way he did. "can't you just stop touching him? honestly you know he hates being touched." well, Loki didn't mind GIRL touches... but he hated to be close to men, in fact Jace and Loti where the only two males that Loki ever had any contact with outside of business. Loti smiled a little as he watched his lover drink the tea, his head tilted a little. "better?" he asked smiling at the other, Loki wrinkling his nose. "god Loti can't you make this stuff taste any better!?" "no i can't!" Loti complained shaking his head a little. "stop complaining Loki, your so damn picky." Loti complained before snorting. "everyone finds Loki Fascinating, and in the end they either want to kill him or fuck him." he shook his head a little, forcing himself to resist the urge to crawl onto the couch with Jace. "still, at least she has an interest." he mused. "it's better than most people." he admitted smiling a little. "even if it is with the wrong person." he teased smiling sadly at Jace. he didn't blame Jace for the way things where... he had to marry Erika, that was just the way things where, but many of the Dukes and Duchesses had 'play-toys'. maybe Erika would be alright with her husband taking on a boy toy? they could only hope... so long as the dukes and duchesses procreated, no one cared what they did behind the scenes. he smiled a little as he gently stroked Jace's temple with the tips of his fingers, all the contact he dared allow himself with Loki so close by.

"The very best kind?A silent observer to whoever she's going to be screwing?"Jace mused more because he knew he was going to have to be the one having sex, and he soooo didn't even want to consider that. Snickering a little at jace's orders he smiled as he laid back on the couch, a arm over his eyes as he tried to deal with his migraine, and enjoyed the sound of his boyfriend's laughter. It amused him that loki, the most obervant tracker that the sithen had ever produced, was so asexual that he couldn't even consider his best friend dating someone or see the connection even when it was shoved in his face. Pressing a kiss to loki's forehead he snickered."I know you do. Which is why I do it."He pointed out before settling in to relax. "See, you have to leave me alone now."Jace grumbled sitting up as he smiling thankfully at his boyfriend, a small self satisfied smile because it was so rare that they actually spent time together while with loki to, because loti didn't want loki to find out, and he was willing to let it go, even if it meant hiding something from his best friend."Why? Its amusing to watch the asexual bastard squirm."He muttered looking amused sipping his drink and relaxing as the potion not only numbed the pain, but forced his wn powers to loosen their hold on him, as long as the drink was in his system, he wouldn't have to deal with a headache, or cigarettes since loti hated them."Not running away, and sorta fascinated with the moron over there."Jace said tilting his head towards loki, resisting the urge to pull loti down onto the couch next to him.

Loti chuckled a little and shook his head as Loki snorted. "i am NOT lonely! i just GET lonely when i'm off on missions." Loki protested, not about to admit that he was heart sore... he had been ever since he found out that Jace was going to be getting married as soo as they could get the princess ready. it bothered him because he knew that as soon as Jace was King... he wouldn't have time for him or Loti anymore... Jace really was Loki's only friend. Loki wasn't royalty, so none of the royals would have anything to do with him, but he was powerful, so the other 'underlings' didn't much like him either. it wasn't so much a lack of willingness to touch, as it was others simply not wanting to be around Loki... even the human's gave him a birth, recognizing him as dangerous even though he himself was actually quiet harmless his powers chased most people away. but Loki would never admit that either... especially when there was nothing that he could do about it. "i am not fucking your future wife Jace!" Loki complained loudly. "you really are a dirty pervert you know that!? i bet you'd like to sit there and watch too! freak!" this was common banter for the two of them, and in all honesty it made Loki feel better. Loti chuckled a little and shook his head, gasping as he was yanked onto the couch, offering Jace a small chuckle as he settled his hands on his lovers temples, massaging even though he knew the headache had to be gone by now, they had been strong herbs. "she's that powerful?" Loti asked, astonished. "most empaths can't get through your shields even when their trying... she is going to be a very powerful Queen..." he mused, interested in the woman, more so because he hoped she wouldn't mind sharing... he would pine away to death if he lost Jace... he chuckled a little and shook his head. "maybe i should go talk to her myself?" he mused, his head tilted. maybe if he just explained to her? she'd be willing to let him stay with Jace... she only had to get pregnant... right? that wouldn't take more than once or twice... then the world would leave her and Jace alone... and he could be with Jace... after all, he wasn't royalty so no one expected him to have to marry and breed. "Loti are you hung.." Loki walked in with three bowls of fruit salad and paused, blinking at the strange position the two where in, but again instead of connecting the dots he looked worried. "Jace? why didn't you tell me i was making your head hurt that much?" he complained setting the bowl of fruit on the duke's belly. "Loti you have to feed him, he's probobly sore all over..." Loti had to struggle not to laugh as Loki ordered him to do something he did often. he enjoyed feeding Jace with the duke's head on his lap... of course it was going to be very hard to control his boner. "fine." Loti muttered, smirking at Loki. "why don't you feed him?" "because he'll lick me or do something equally disgusting and traumatizing. he behaves for you." he whined shaking his head a little as Loti outright laughed at that. Loki made Jace sound like a picky cat or something. still he plucked a strawberry out of the bowl, Jace's favorite, and slid it onto the man's tongue, smirking a little. "Jace would never dare lick me." he mused, and they all knew it was true, though for different reasons. Loki was remembering the time that Loti had grown itchy poison Ivy in all of Jace's clothes. Loti knew it was because if Jace DARED to lick him, then the Duke wasn't going to get any cuddles, touches, or sex for a MONTH.... well, maybe that was more like a day... but still, when their time was precious a day was a long time.

"But I thought if he got used to me touching him, maybe he'd allow someone else to.He's so lonely loti, it makes my head hurt."He muttered sighing softly as he smiled, glad that loki was still working on dinner, so he could spend a few minutes with his boyfriend and ignore the headache that had been rattling his skull."He complained about my cigarettes earlier. I'm telling you, he's being picky."e grumled laughing."Ohhh I'm pretty sure her fascination will have to do with fucking."he said snickering looking over the back of the couch at loki,"Of course, you are her bodyguard. What better way to guard her body then that?"He said snickering smiling just as sadly, wincing ever so softly.Even if he knew loti didn't blame him, it still cut his heart to shreds to know that he'd have to walk away, at least for awhile. And maybe forever if his wife wouldn't share her king. Swallowing hard he looked up at loti, leaning into the touch, before frowning towards the kitchen,deciding that loki was to busy with dinner to worry about what he was doing. Reaching out he tugged loti down on the couch, laying back down with his head in his lap, so that loti could pretend to be rubbing his temples to help with the headache, this much contact was all he dared with loki so close, afraid that if he asked for more his best friend would walk in."She hated that I wasn't feeling good. Apparently she's a strong empath, strong enough to know that I was sick within minutes of sitting down."

Loti chuckled a little as he shook his head a little. "that man is so deep in denial it's crawling up his ass..." he muttered softly. "I HEARD THAT!" Loki roared, Loti snickering a little as he shook his head a little smirking at Jace because he knew exactly what his lover was thinking. "you behave." he growled to Jace, giving his nose a playful tweak, shivering as Jace shifted against him, biting back a moan. "it's no wonder she's been using her powers at such a young age. that much power has to manifest early or it would have ripped her apart." he mused considering that. "i fear the kind of offspring that you produce." he admitted a flicker of unease in his eyes. "you know... the Queen's Adviser was at my house yesterday...." he admitted softly, swallowing thickly. "she wanted to make me a Duke again..." every few years the Queen tried to convince him to forget his garden and 'silly healing hobby' and join his proper rank... he always told her no, but now she was getting persistent. "i think she wants me to marry that girl from the Unseelie court..." he admitted his eyes narrowing darkly. "the one that kills everything she touches..." not, a good pairing that. the Queen's adviser really was an idiot sometimes. Loki had to grimace a little at Jace's comment and he shook his head. "i suppose your right..." he muttered as he enjoyed his own salad, sighing a little as Loti smiled at Jace. "no problem Jace." he muttered, wondering if his brother would catch on if he called the other Blue Jay?... probobly. Loti often called Jace Blue Jay, because Blue was both of their favorite colors, and Lace sounded like Jay.... plus it was Loti's favorite bird. better not risk it. "do you need a massage Jace?" Loti asked frowning a little, worried. "your sore all over..." he muttered, worried and Loki wrinkled his nose. "you guys are being creepy again." he complained getting to his feet. "i'm going to go watch the Princess." he decided, having chosen the bedroom facing hers so he could see and hear if something happened in the night. he vanished ant Loti smirked a little. "you know... he really does give us too many opportunities." he muttered, slipping another strawberry into the others mouth, shivering as he let his fingers linger to feel that warm, soft tongue, moaning softly. "seriously though, DO you need a massage? your back is all tight..." he could feel it on his knees, tense and sore. and Loti's magic fingers where just itching for a reasons to get the other mostly naked so he could TOUCH.

Jace snicekred as he listened to loki's protests from the kitchen, not about to mention that even at home loki's lonliness made him want to cuddle him,even if it got his arm ripped off for the efforts. Sighing softly he smiled a little."Oh no because watching would entile seeing your ass naked, and that's disturbing."He said with small snicker as he looked up t loti, because the twins looked so similar it felt like he'd been staring at loki's ass for a year as it was. Lauging softly at loti's surprise he pressed his head back into the other's crotch, moving his head a little, smirking slightly when he felt his lover harden against him.Good thing his head and loti's dark jeans were hiding the boner. "And I was hurting so I was shielding like a son of a bitch. She's going to be good...for all of us."He muttered that small hurt smile curling his lips because he didn't know what to do. It would kill him to not have loti, but it'd kill their kingdom if he didn't marry her and tie to powerful families together."Maybe you should. In the morning, we'll go see her." Cracking a eye open jace laughed softly as he realized that they could have been making out and loki'd probably write it off as some trick.Maybe he could get some cuddles? "Would you have listened to me if I had?You had to protect my fiancee. Just because my head hurts was no reason to stop."He said not about to admit to either man just how much his body hurt despite his headache being gone. Smirking at loki's order he sighed softly, amused that loki had ordered his lover to do something he did all the time when jace was overwhelmed."Because I don't want posion ivy again.I had to scratch my balls all the time after that."He whined annoyed because he had indeed not been able to have sex after that encounter, his cock had just been to itchy. Though he knew that loti would let him lick him all over in private, he knew better then to swirl his tongue around those delectable fingers."Thanks,ti."he muttered smiling up at him softly.

he chuckled a little and shook his head a little. "he'd never accept help from the likes of us." he teased his brother smiling a little before shaking her head. "the sooner she starts training the safer everyone, herself included will be..." Loti agreed. he himself had the distinct advantage of always having been in the seelie realms. he had grown up knowing he had powers and knowing how to control them. he grimaced as he watched his lover sit up, his head tilted a little. "i'm not sure the Queen knows how persistent her Adviser is getting." he admitted simply. "the Queen is busy, i doubt she has time for someone like me." he wasn't wrong, but that meant that the Adviser was stepping well out of her job description. especially if the woman wanted him to marry a plant killer, he'd go mad at her touch, they where too opposite to be married to each other. the queen would know this, the Adviser was too stupid to know it... in all actuality the lack of compatible mates for Loti was probobly the only reason why the Queen herself wasn't forcing the issue. he smiled a little though. "you'd make me your own personal healer?" he asked his head tilted, his eyes shining. if they did that, then Erika couldn't get rid of him. no one could get rid of him, he would be Jace's and no one elses, he wouldn't be forced to marry someone, and he wouldn't be sent away... he would only be Jace's. "i think you being Jace's personal healer is a great idea!" Loki admitted. "you know i worry about you all alone in that house." he complained scowling at his brother. "i am just fine in that house." Loti complained. "no one would dare attack me in my own garden Loki, not after the last time." it had only happened once. one of the local ruffians fancied himself infatuated with Loti, and seeing him alone all the time made him an easy target... or so the bastard had thought. he ended up in the Castle hospital bleeding to death from Thorn gouges, no one had bothered him since, though he had only been ten at the time and most people had forgotten, they still got bad vibes when they thought about doing something to Loti or Loki. Loki vanished and Loti smirked at his lover. "my poor little Blue Jay." he muttered softly. "of course i'll rub you. i'll rub you till your a drooling mess." he teased straddling his lovers ass and running his hands along the others back, easing the pained muscles and soothing the aches, smiling a little. "you look so cute right now." he admitted softly. "i wish we didn't have to hide..." but he feared his homophobic brothers reaction... and none of the Trylle would be very happy if they found out that Jace and Loti where a couple... a boy toy was one thing, AFTER a child was conceived, but not before and certainly not as lovers. "i miss holding you at night..." Loti admitted softly. "i knew this day was going to come but..." he sighed a little and shook his head. "i'm feeling a little heartbroken.." he admitted, bending low and kissing his lovers neck. "i love you..you know..."

"He is in denial.He needs help."He muttered snickering a little as loti saw what he was thinking, nodding slightly."It would be. And without any of the training it would have destroyed her faster then mine are."He muttered because even if he didn't tell anyone, he knew that loti had guessed that the powerful duke was literally killing himself by degrees as his power was used, and yet if he tried to stop using them it would destroy him all the faster. He wondered if his wife would be willing to have a insane king, or if he'd be left to loti's care. That was the only good thought about going insane, he'd have a lifetime with loti. He growled sitting up to fast, his back protesting as his back spasmed before laughing back down, closing his eyes."I'll talk to her wen I get home. I am bringing her daughter home, and marrying her. I'll tell her I'm making you a duke so you can be my personal healer. That way you can live with me."He said smiling slightl, rolling his eyes a little."If she tries to get you to marry the girl, I'll throw them both in the ocean." "We are not being creepy. Its you who's being weird, and not touchable."Jace pointed out snickering a little before relaxing, glad to have some alone time. "He does.But it's perfect."He muttered his tongue swirling around loti's finger, sucking playfully before raising a eyebrow."You just want to touch me."He said snickering before sitting up."I've been sitting in a classroom for two days, with loki bending reality around me. Of course I hurt."he complained a litte as he tugged off his shirt and stretching out on the floor, tugging loti down next to him, turning his head, looking around them quikly before stealing a kiss."Rub me."He said with a amused smirk,teasing and light before folding his arms under his head as a pillow.

he nodded a little. "i'm just glad there's no real computable people my age, or the Queen would have forced me to get married too..." he admitted scowling a little, sighing a little more before smiling at Jace. "you know, when you say things like that you remind me how spoiled you where as a child." he teased with a small grin, his head tilted at his lover. "i've actually been making up knew concoctions that should help for longer as well." he admitted smiling a little. "they taste bitter, but it's better than headaches.." he mused smiling a little as he shook his head a little. "i'd rather go an live with you though, not so lonely." he admitted smiling a little. "as long as i can start a new garden there?" he knew Jace would let him, that was one of the bad things about Loti's power... he HAD to use them, or they built up inside of him until every living thing in a fifty mile radius of him grew so fast that buildings crumbled, people got caught in tree trunks, and the earth itself shook. and then it took three weeks of recovery time for Loti to even so much as crack open a seed with his power. he smiled as he felt his lover grinding, pressing his own hard on into the others ass, shivering a little. "mmm you feel good." he purred happily, chuckling a little as he suddenly found himself being hugged, shaking his head a little as he kissed the other back. "we shouldn't do this... Loki might come back down..." he muttered frowning a little as he rested his head on the others chest at the kiss to his hair, smiling a little. "no matter what happens." he muttered softly. "i will always love you, and i will always be with you, even if i have to sneak into your room on the nights that your wife is gone." he muttered with a small chuckle. "come on Blue Jay." he ordered getting to his feet and helping the other up. "lets go to bed. we'll take second shift so that Loki can sleep, and we'll go over in the morning and explain everything to her... she has a right to know that she's going to be forced to get married..." he muttered sighing a little. "i can't imagine what's going through her head..." he looked at the other. "where you scared when you where told you weren't who you thought you where?"

Jace growled at that, pressing the hand against his forehead sighing softly."Well if she doesn't know, I'll talk to her advisor...and if she did know, well she does want me to marry her daughter. She wants to make me happ."He muttered smiling gently, "And she wont deny me things I want, at least for now."He said growling because he was so not going to be happy if the queen was having issues with that. Tilting his head a little before nodding."Of course I would. You're about the only one who helps with the headaches."He said smiling slightly, because it was the only thing he could say without tipping off loki to the reason that he wanted the other man there. "And definately not since I sent the kid off the cliff. Seriously, he'd be fine in the house if he wanted to stay."he muttered his voice a little unsure, as if he could ever doubt what his powers told him,but sometimes e needed to hear it "Hmmm I'd love you to rub me a little."He said snickering a little as he sighed in pleasure as the other rubbed his back, feeling tight muscles relax, pressing his hips down into the floor a little, trying to get some relief from the hard on he had now that his lover was touching him."Me to."He muttered because he knew that no one would be happy if they came out, not only because a they were sleeping together and not creating babies, or because one was a duke and the other wasn't, but he was supposed to be king, and it would not be well thought of even after he had a child if he was found with a male.Despite knowing that, he couldn't tell loti that he was sure they were done once he was married, he just couldn't. "I miss you to."He muttered turning his head a little to look at him, shivering at the kiss as he rolled on his back,pulling the man down onto him cuddling him as he kissed him slowly."Your not the only one, ti."He muttered nuzzling him before grinning."I love you to."He muttered holding him tightly, pressing a kiss to silvery locks. "Maybe she wont be like the rest. Maybe she'll let us be together."he muttered, praying his gauge on erika's personality was true and that they would be together.

"Oh that's true.And that would be a waste of a good man."Jace muttered kissing him softly before smirking. He was just so spoiled....well not relaly, but it was what people expected of him so when he threw a temper tantrum, no one realized until that last wash of power who had struck out at them."Well good."He muttered sighing a little not about to admit to loti that the potion had started failing, working less and less time, wherei it used to work for days, had recently been reduced to a few hours. "Of course. As if I'd ever pick up a sovel."He grumbled looking amused shivering at the feel of the other pressing against him whining softly."Fine..."He growled annoyed they had to stop turning his head to look at him, laughing softly."I'd enjoy those nights."He muttered running his fingers through the other's hair and falling him upstairs, biting his lip before nodding making a decision."You're sharing my room. Loki'll think its weird, but I want to hold you."He muttered because it was one of the last nights he would eb able to do it a free man he couldn't be bothered enough by loki's reaction to not want to hold him. "Not really. Loki was good, and I was finally glad to have confirmation that I was better then everyone else."He said slipping into the bed, not about to admit to the gut wrtecing fear that had gripped him when he realized he had to go."Go to sleep. We have to get over there early before loki realizes we went to talk to her."

Sandra had a late call the night before, it was a director who wanted to speak with her at the earliest time possible to discuss a movie. It was 7am and the actress had already left her mansion to go to the director's house. Pulling up in his driveway she got out and rang the his doorbell. The actress was wearing a tight white dress that showed every inch of her delicious curves and stopped just short above her knees. The flesh on her legs were on show down to wear her black heels were giving her some extra height. Jewellery wasn't high on her agenda but she wore a braclet on her right wrist which was her grandmother's and a wedding ring on her left hand which had a diamond so big it was hard to miss. Sandra's hair was down today, falling just below the shoulder, just the right size in length that she liked. Her face didn't have to much make up on apart from some eyeliner to make her eyes stand out and a red lipstick applied to her lips. Sandra was seen out of the house now by the director, she waved goodbye and put some sunglasses on as she stepped in to her Mercedes. Reversing out of the driveway she drove away heading back home. The meeting went quite well, she hadn't worked with this person before but he seemed keen and impressed with her and she felt the same about him. They looked over the script, talked about what kind if character she would be playing and who else would be starring in it. Sandra was happy and that was most important as she stopped at a traffic light. Leaning over to her passenger seat she looked through her bag pulling out her cell phone. Holding it to her ear she was trying to get in touch with her son Adam but it seemed he wasn't around to answer which confused her as he always picked up. Turning the corner in to her street she saw her mansion with no vehicles parked outside, she thought everyone was out with it being a weekend. After the film star had parked her car she used the keys from her bag to open the door and everything was still and quiet. Stepping out of her heels and putting them to one side she walked barefoot lifting her sunglasses to sit on the top of her head. Placing the bag she carried on the table in the corridor she walked up the marble stairs to her son's room. It was empty and she saw his phone on his bed. Just as she picked it up she heard a noise coming from what sounded like her bedroom. The marriage wasn't exactly at it's happiest and thoughts flooded in to her mind with what she mind find out. Walking silently thanks to her barefeet she pushed her door open slowly to see something that shocked her. Dropping her son's phone it smashed on the floor breaking it. "Adam?!"

Life of being the son of a famous Hollywood starlet was a great one indeed. Especially since he was the son of the worlds highest paid actress, Sandra Bullock. Adam had access to anything he wanted thanks to his mother. Money? Not a problem at all. Work? Easy when most of the people know who your mother is. School? A breeze thanks to highly paid tutors and Adams looks. He was 16 years old and he already had the world in the palm of his hand, the only thing missing? A lovely lady to share in all the spooks with. He was by no means bad looking, he was quite the opposite. He stood at five feet and eleven inches tall and still growing. He kept his dirty blonde hair somewhat long, long enough to keep it stylized, and his eyes matched the hazel of his mothers. So no, it wasn't his looks at all. It couldn't be who he was since girls practically throw themselves at him on hearing his name alone. It was the fact that he got a little shy around girls. Sure he could put on the bravado of some playboy with millions of dollars backing him, but when it came to girls that bravado shrunk to where he got cotton mouth when a girl came to talk to him whether or not it was about something clean or something's not worth mentioning. It seemed like the only woman he could hold a conversation with was his mother, and it really caused Adam some sexual frustrations. Speaking of which, he wondered if his mother was around the house somewhere. He knew that everyone else was gone but he didn't know where his mother was today. He krept out of his room and slowly walked around the house to try and find his mother. When he couldn't find her he figured she was either gone or somewhere inside this big house and that she wouldn't hear him at all. With that confidence in mind he quickly dashed to his mothers master bedroom and closed the door behind him. He looked around for a moment until he came to her dirty clothes hamper. He searched through it until he came across a nice dark pair of her silk panties. He took them out and put it to his nose. He took a deep inhale and savored it, they smelt just like his mother and something a little more. The smell was something bitter sweet and musky. He let his imagination wander and smiled at the thought of what it was, his mom got a little turned on while wearing these. He turned and went to the bed and sat down. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down with his boxers. He wrapped the silk garment around his cock and began to pump his hand up and down his hardened member thinking about his mother. Since she really was the only woman he could hold a conversation with they were closer than he and anyone else were. So occasionally his imagination strayed from the pure side and he had some sexual fantasies involving his mother, who could blame him? His mother was Sandra Bullock for crying out loud! She was wealthy, powerful, smoking hot, a triple threat! Adam began to moan loudly as he thought about his mother which is why he does this when no one is in the house, hopefully no one was today.

Sandra's mouth had dropped open wide in shock. Both her hands had risen and placed over her jaw as her eyes also widened. What she saw was something she would never have expected, let alone from her own son. Seeing him shoot his seed in to her panties made her feel uncomfortbale and on edge. Taking a few steps back out of the doorway her hands had climbed over to her eyes now. Sandra didn't want to see his cock wrapped in her panties dripping wet and turned her back to him now. "Can...can you cover yourself up!" she shouted feeling a little angry but more was due to shock. Now turning back around she looked at her only son not knowing how to react to the situation she had just walked in to. Her mind was starting to wonder and think about how she should deal with this as a good mother. A conclusion came to her that talking and listening was the best solution and getting angry wasn't. "Look I'm sorry I shouted at you," taking a deep breath she began to talk more. "Is this the first time?" Remembering that she had suspiciously lost a few pairs of her silk panties before. "You can be honest with me ok? Just tell me what you are feeling, why you are doing this?" Now sitting on the bed, her husband's side as her side was carrying the wet panties now.

Adam was too busy focusing on what he was doing to hear the front door open and close. His hand continued to pump up and down at a fast pace as the silky garment felt good in his hand and felt even better wrapped around his member. His toes began to curl as he felt a familiar feelig at the base of his member, he was getting close to blowing his load. The only question he had to ask himself was if he wanted to keep the panties wrapped around and blow it inside them or unwrap them and set them aside. They were already in her dirty clothes so really there was no point in not keeping then wrapped around. He would just have to bury them back into her dirty laundry and she would be none the wiser. His hands pumped faster and faster as he felt himself grow closer to his climax. As he did his eyes closed and his thoughts just went a million miles an hour n about five different directions, none of them all that clean and unfortunately (or fortunately for Adam) they were all about his mother. He tried to decide which fantasy he would settle on. There were many options but Adam decided to keep it simple and chose the simple seductress one. As his mind settled in to the fantasy he became completely ignorant to what was happening around him and was completely focused on the pictures in his head. When the fantasy got down to the dirty deed he finally felt his climax come and his hand gave a final pump and one last moan as ropes of thick cum came spurting out of his member and on to the silk panties. He rode the enthralling feeling of the orgasm and as the peak declined he was able to clam down and breath normally again. Thinking this as a successful venture he moved to clean himself up but that abruptly changed when he heard the crash of an object against the floor. He quickly kept from the bed and whirled around to see his mother standing in the doorway. "Mom!!" he cried in shock and horror, he had been found out. He refocused his mind on trying to think of an excuse to having his mothers own panties wrapped around his member and soaked in cum. It came back with nothing and he tried to gulp down a lump that was forming in his throat. "H-how long have uh.... How long have you been standing there?"

Sandra had known it wasn't his first time doing it. The missing panties before this was enough evidence but she apprieciated his honesty. Rubbing her forehead she she tried to stay calm and act normal, to show she could handle this situation she found herself in. Her legs dangling of the edge of the bed she crossed one over the other, showing enough skin on her thigh to get any man racing, even her son. At that moment in time she had no idea that would effect his feelings towards her. Brushing some of her hair behind her right ear with her hand the actress began talking. "Do you like women's underwear?" she gave a little nod thinking that is what this was all about. "You like women's clothes?" That was all she could think of at this moment and what she was about to hear next was going to freak her out. Adam was talking about being a virgin and Sandra could understand. Of course she was a virgin at some point in her life, as everyone is. Some lose ir before others she was thinking and that is what she told him. "Hey, that isn't something to be ashamed of, we were all virgins at some point, you will meet a nice girl one day" Hearing him say he couldn't talk to a girl just made her laugh, "Don't worry, that will all change, your still young" she replied to him. "So what if I'm the only girl you can speak to, just pretend that your talking ot me then when you are with the girls." Now reaching out her hand she placed it on her son's. The light from the room reflected of her wedding ring which made her mind wonder. As she rubbed Adam's hand with her thumb she stared at her ring and wondered what had gone wrong in her marriage. Sandra had taken time of work before, not doing any movies. But that had not helped, her eyes started to water but her mind then cast back to reality when she heard her son say he used her panties thinking of her. The film star's hand quickly withdrew from her sons as she stood up as though she couldn't look at him.

Adam was worried as he looked at his mother. She started to get that look like someone in the horror movies did when they were watching a person get killed. Luckily that wasn't the scenario and his mother was just shocked. He grew nervous when she went to cover her eyes and turned around. Then he jumped in fear when his mother shouted at him to cover up. He did as he was told and covered up, dropping the panties to the floor and pulling his underwear and shorts back on him. He then stood up and waited for the angriest rant he was probably ever going to hear unless he would majorly screw up his life in the future. Adam was relieved when she turned back around and sat on her bed, something someone who was about to chew out their kid wouldn't do. She asked if this was the first time he had done this and he had to think a moment. Could he lie and claim ignorance saying this was the first time? He thought about it again and came to the conclusion that he needed to come clean now. So he shook his head and said, "No, it's not the first time." When she sat down on the bed he sat back down in the spot he was in before. Adam became a little skeptic when she asked him about his feelings and the reason behind masturbating with her panties. Was she trying to be some sort of psychiatrist? Trying or not he still needed to answer and since he decided earlier to come clean he would have to tell the truthful answers. He started to fiddle with his hands as he began with her first question. "Well... I feel a little sexually frustrated right now. The reason why behind that us because I'm still a virgin and I can't hold a conversation with a girl even if it killed me. You're the only one I've been able to talk to. So I do this to try and alleviate some of the tension I have built up down there from still being a virgin and wel...." Now her came the hard part, "Since you're the only woman I can talk to and seeing as your very very attractive I guess.... I think of you when I do this stuff."

Sandra didn't know what to do. The last thing she expected to hear was that he as thinking of her inappropriately, it made her stomach turn for a few moments. "I'm sorry I dont mean to act this way you just shocked me" she tried smiling, her acting skills coming in to effect. "I think you need to have that conversation with your dad, you know about girls and so on" nodding at him, almost to say he was going to do it whether he liked it or not. Scratching her neck she was struggling to find words on how to heal the atmosphere that seemed dead in the house at that moment. "In fact I don't think your father will want to know what you have been thinking, I can imagine him getting angry at you, let's just keep it to ourselves for now ok?" Walking away from the room now she closed the door to her bedroom and took a deep breath out in the corridor. Sandra was heading down in to the kitchen to make herself a coffee. She wanted to keep herself busy and to stop her mind thinking about what she had just found out. Looking up at the ceiling she wanted to know what Adam was doing now. Was he crying? Angry? Even carrying on? Once the coffee was made she took a sip from the hot liquid and it wasn't quite strong enough for her. Walking over she poured some vodka in to it rising the water level to the brim. Sititng back on the wooden stool at the counter she took another sip, this time it was just right.

Adam look on his face became befuddled when his mother asked about women's clothing? He wasn't wearing them, they were just wrapped around his member to feel the silk all over it. She didn't really think he was secretly a cross dresse did she?! Oh god please no, he liked looking at women's clothing not wearing them!u kilt she didn't stay on that topic for long and moved on to what he actually said. The way she talked about made it sound so easy and of course it must have been easy for her. She was Sandra Bullock, she was the charming and witty actress that directors wanted in their romantic comedies, she had to have all the speaking skills of a silver tongue. She could have only picked those up when she was younger. If only he could picture her when he was talking to girls. When he was talking to girls his mind was already going in five different directions, recent events, fashion, pop culture, music, anything else he could talk about with them. By the time he comes up with something it's already been an awkward silence and the conversation is dead or she's gone. When his thoughts driffeted back to the present he saw his mother quickly jump up and away from him like she couldn't even look at him thanks to what he said about thinking of her. There it was, the disgust that he had to have known was coming yet he was stil surprised by it. With that he just sat there in silence waiting for the shouting and the pointing to begin.

Sandra sat in the kitchen for another hour. It felt like time was slowing down and it wouldn't move on unless she had confronted her son properly on the matter. It was coming up to the time when the family had lunch and although she didn't feel comfortable talking to Adam she had to go upstairs otherwise her husband would notice something was wrong. To be quite honest Sansra didn't know where her husband was, which made her think what he was up to, but she never let them feelings be known in public, keeping them to herself. Walking back up the stairs, once again in barefeet in her tight dress she saw he wasn't in her room and came to his. He was at his desk playing his game like nothing had even happened. "Lunch will be ready shortly, make sure you come down, don't want your father thinking anything is wrong." With that brief one comment Sandra closed the door behind her and went downstairs. As she reached the bottom step her phone rang and it was her husband. Apparently something had happened at work in which he had to sort out right away although he couldn't say what that was. Sandra knew he had a secretary, she had met her once before at a work party and she witnissed her flirting with her husband. Of course she didn't say anything to her, acting like she didn't see anything. Walking in to the kitchen she prepared some sandwiches for her and her son. The star was hoping her husband would be there to at least make some conversation at the table but it seemed like it would be a silent meal Picking up both plates she carried the food over to the dining area and placed her son's sandwich on the opposite side from hers. This would mean they would face eachother and at least have to bring up something in conversation. Sitting down now she placed herself in front of the table which was covered in a white cotton sheet. The table was solid oak, a dark brown colour it. Waiting patiently for Adam before eating she got back up and brought the bowl of salad she had forgotten. Healthy eating was on the agenda at her house, making her husband and son take part in her dieting. Once the bowl was sat down in the middle she waited again for her son.

Adam wasn't sure I he should talk to his father about stuff this stuff. He knew he was going to be bombarded with questions from his father, what do they look like? Hair color? Eyes, bust, etc. That was something he didn't feel comfortable telling his dad about. The complete description of teenage girls that Adam seemed to be attracted to? Yeah that was something his dad needed to have bouncing around in his head. He and his mother weren't in the best spot in their marriage right now so teenage girls might be a bit of a Kryptonite for his father. His mother stated the obvious by suggesting that he not tell his father. Sure! That was something he deffinetly wanted to go screaming from the mountain tops. She finally left and with no further indication of her giving him any sort of punishment he assumed he was free to go as well. He tossed the still wet panties back into her dirty laundry hamper and left the room. He went to his own room and rather than do anything drastic about getting caught or being spurrned by his mother he just sat at his desk and opened his laptop. He swiped his finger across the mouse pad to wake it up and moved the mouse over to the shortcut for Star Wars: The Old Republic. With a double click the game launched and he dove into the world of online gaming for some entertainment for awhile.

Sandra looked at her son as he began to eat his food. Staring wasn't something she was fond of, but given the circumstances she made an exception. The only time she broke her line of sight was to look at her food. The silence was broken when Adam started to talk, she was a little surprised about how he seemed to be acting about it. "I don't know what to ask...." she paused, looking down at the table, as though she was trying avoid asking the question she desperately wanted to ask. "Why? Huh?....Why?" Looking at him in the eye she wanted an answer but wasn't sure on what it would be. "Why do you think of me and not girls your age, girls at your school?" Raising her eyebrows she finished her sandwhich and pushed her empty plate next to the bowl of salad. Waiting for a response of him was like waiting for a bus, it took ages. Thinking he was just going to close up Sandra stepped up from the chair and walked in to the kitchen. Putting the plug in the sink she ran the water to fill it up before leaving her plate in it. Walking over to the fridge she got out some fresh juice and poured herself some in a clear glass. "Well....?" Sandra shouted through the room before walking over to him hand on her hip drinking out of her glass.

Adam had blocked everything else out while he played his game. Things were much simpler in there than out in the real world. All he had to do was click on some things and press some keys on the keyboard and the galaxy remained in order and peace was kept. Out there all he had to do was not get caught with his pants around his legs and a pair of panties wrapped around his cock and, now that he did, be subject to discipline from his mother and/or the most awkward exchanges between them now that his dirty little secret was out in the open. Things were starting to get to heavy for him. His focus was broken when he heard his mothers voice from his doorway. He turned to see her still in that tight white dress that hugged her every curve. He wondered if.... No no no! He can't be thinking about that kind of stuff now! To try and avoid looking stupid he nodded at whatever she said and waited for her to leave. When she did he logged off of his game and waited for assurance that she was gone. When Adam was sure she was gone he let the river run free and the thoughts of her in that dress flooded his mind. As they filled his mind he felt his shorts grow tight and he knew he couldn't walk down the stairs with a tent in his pants. In order to avoid that he pulled his pants down and jerked a load off before heading down stairs for lunc. Adam sat down at the table and began to eat the sandwich that he assumed was his. When he saw the bowl of salad in didn't of him he ignored it, he hated eating salad. It was gritty and tasted like dirt. His mother didn't ask him anything so he didn't speak. He hated awkward silences so he decided to break it. "So do want to talk about what happened upstairs more or what? I know you must have a thousand questions or something right?"

Sandra listened to his outburst. Watching him tell her how he felt must have been hard for him. Hearing his voice, to her it sounded like he was embarassed and wanted to cry. That is when her motherly instincts cut in and she put her arms out on his shoulders. "Listen to me, it is completely normal, you will find it hard to talk to girls because you have no confidence, and when you are approaching your first time with a girl, it will be romantic, loving." Pulling her arms forward it brought his shoulders forward, hugging him. "Don't worry, look we can watch a movie tonight if you want, take your mind of things." Feeling sorry for him, it was clear he had some problems he wanted resolving. Every person had been through it at some stage in their lifes and he was no different. Letting go of him Sandra told him everything would be ok. Walking away now she went to go to her bedroom, wanting to change so she could have a cool dip in their pool. She felt quite comfortable about things now, she thought it wasn't about her, when he met a girl, he would no longer think of her. Closing her bedroom door she stepped out of her dress laying it down on the covers of her bed. Taking off her underwear she slipped in to a bikini, a black on to be exact. Her hair tied in to a ponytail she then proceeded to head downstairs to the indoor pool.

Adam was surprised when she didn't begin to ask him a thousand and one questions about the incident upstairs. He continued to eat until his mother asked the simplest and yet the hardest question to answer. Why? Adam stared back at her while he searched through himself to find an answer. She thought he wasn't going to answer so she stood up and left for the kitchen. After a moment of silence he heard the sink run and then the fridge open. Finally she shouted, now she was getting angry. Adam found the answer that he thought was best and stood up. "You want to know why I think of you? It's because a kind of have a thing for older women- there I said it!" It felt good to get that off of his chest. After he said that he let the damn break. "Look at you mom, you're in your forties and you have a body like a twenty year old and I've talked to you nor than any other girl in the world. You practically know everything about me and I love you so much for that. Plus the girls a school that are my age seen pretty enough that they've already done it before with other guys. I'm afraid that if we do make it to that point then they'll expect me to know thinking that a guy like me win the money I have to already be like some sex savant! Since I'm not I'm afraid they ebony like me and find some other guy!" By now he was standing up and staring straight at his mother as his emotions poured out like a waterfall.

There was too much work here for one person to be responsible for! Sometimes Kira wished Gin would at least do one hour of work every day to lighten his load. After all, the blond was doing double the work since he had his own vice-captain duties as well as his captain's! But every time he mentioned it, the silver haired reaper would either ignore him, disappear or use his slick words to squirm out of doing what he was expected to do. However, that didn't make the work go away and Kira was always left feeling somewhat annoyed at his captain although he would never truly voice his feelings on this particular matter. Today was no different and the blond sighed as he continued to fill out papers and scrawl signatures on them, placing the completed stacks on one side of the desk while the ones still to be looked over sat on the opposite side. Ever since he had become Gin's lieutenant, Kira hadn't been able to get one single hour of free time. He was always too busy catching up on either his work on Gin's and his friends had dwindled down to four. Renji, Momo, Shuhei and Rangiku. But even they seemed to wonder what was going on with him when he consistently rejected offers to hang out with them or go drinking and didn't believe it when he told them it was because he had too much work to do. Kira made a face as he thought about what they would think if they knew he was doing twice the work any other reaper did at Seireitei. No, he didn't want them to know, they would probably view it the wrong way. The blond stifled a groan when he heard his captain enter the room and call out his name in a sing-song voice. He still couldn't get used to hearing his captain refer to him by his first name. It made him feel uncomfortable but his superior could address him however he wanted, it was their prerogative. Kira opened his mouth to protest when Gin came over to the desk and then perched on top of the papers he was working on. "Captain Ichimaru! I'm trying to work! We need to get these done today, they have to be turned in before seven tomorrow morning!" He exclaimed and reached over to try and tug one of the papers Gin was sitting on out from underneath the male. The blond made a face when Gin remarked that he was here late tonight and tilted his head to the side. "I'm only here late because I need to get these done since you don't do them..." Kira said with a sigh and let his blue eyes flicker over the silver haired fox-faced reaper's form momentarily before he returned his attention the papers on the desk. "Did you need something, Captain Ichimaru?" He added, wondering why Gin had come in at this particular moment. What did he want from him?

Such a lovely day indeed. A perfect day to play with his new pet. The boy was still fresh to the squad but it wasn't too hard to break him in. The boy was strong and could hold his own, that was if his fears didn't get the better of him. But who better to make the poor thing come out of his shell then his beloved captain. Gin would do anything to his pet to make sure he was able to do his job. And Gin wasn't an easy man to please. Kira would learn that soon enough if he didn't already. But the past few weeks had been slow. Each day was filled with paper work, squad duties and all of that. The captain spent most of those days under his beloved persimmon trees. He learned quickly his new second wasn't fond of the fruit, but he still teased the boy. It was almost all he ate. Kira tried almost every day to make the silver-haired man eat something else. Each time ended with the blond doing paper work. Leaving everyone to wonder how. Gin was making his way to see his dear lieutenant. Tonight would be a little different. The captain made his way to the office with the poor blond was stuck doing the work the older man wouldn't do. The man made sure to lock the door behind himself grinning madly. "Izuru~" He sang-song the name as always, said with the affection one would have for a pet. Gin took a place sitting on top of the desk not caring about the work he had the poor boy spend all day doing. Some ended on the floor while most of it just mixed into eachother. Before the boy could protest he hooked a finger under the blond's chin. "Yar here late tanight~"