Pietro's #1 Crush
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
4,414
Reviews:
4
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0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Chapter 01
Title: Pietro’s #1 Crush
Author: Merci
Pairing: Lance/Pietro
Rating: NC-17
Status: COMPLETE
Source: Xmen: Evolution
Feedback: praise_your_fears@hotmail.com or Sebastian_ban@yahoo.ca
Archiving: AdultFF.net, FF.net, etchedindigital LJ. Anywhere else, please ask first.
Special Thanks: Lu Baihu for betaing sections of the sucker for me. Some kind readers who kicked my ass to get writing again, and my Mchan, who has resolved to kick my ass every time I talk to her; in part to get me writing, and in part for some fun on her part. ^_^
Warnings:
Slashfic (Slash-fik) n. A fictitious story in which contain sexual relations between two or more men.
Use of gay bashing slang. Considering that I am actually WRITING slash/yaoi and LOVE slash/yaoi, I can assure you that the views expressed are that of a stereotypical jock. I am in NO WAY implying that ALL sports enthusiasts share the views of Duncan Matthews and his crew. (I have known many accepting jocks in my high school days… not to say that I didn’t know some real pricks too…) Of course, if I had my way, fiction would be the only place to find any anti-gay opinions being expressed. Negativity towards anybody just leads to hurt. There are better things to do with one’s time!! Like…HUG! In short, do not take the vilification of Duncan or his football friends to mean that I think all jocks are like that. It’s not true, but I needed some villains, so…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this fictional work. They belong to their respective owners. The story itself, however, *DOES* belong to me.
Notes: I began this a long time ago… and left it hanging for the longest time. There is nothing I can say that will make up for this lost time, except that it is now complete. I will never leave any fic hanging again. It is terribly wrong and I am sorry, to everybody who was reading this and hoping for an ending.
This story is set in the first season, since that was when I started writing it. This fic will not deal with any incidents or characters that were introduced after the first season.
I have re-written this, to make it tidier, since it irritated me to re-read it and see me putting “A/N”’s in everywhere, and ask for feedback at the end of fics. I resolve to not beg for feedback. If you read it and don’t feel inclined to comment, that’s cool. If you want to tell me something about it, please feel free to comment. I appreciate all communications on my work, even constructive criticism. Flames will still be used as an alternative form of heating, and entertainment.
And without further ado…
LEGEND:
Pietro writing in his diary yes, we’ll pretend he has one. (I can do this, I’m the author :P)
“Speech”
‘thoughts’
Pietro’s #1 Crush – Chapter 01
Dear Diary,
Today was a complete and utter waste of my time. There were so any other things I could have been doing than going to school. That stupid Duncan gave Todd and me and hard time when he saw us after second period. I’d just love to show him how superior I am!
One of the only highlights of the day was at lunch when I didn’t have enough cash to pay for food. Lance stepped up and offered to buy me something to eat.
I have to write this here because I don’t know who else to tell. I don’t know how Freddie would react to me afterwards… and Todd... he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. I’m afraid that I’m reduced to sharing my feelings with a book. ...but I have to get this off my chest!
Oh, the way he looks at me when he’s happy, the uncertainty in his eyes when he doesn’t think anyone is watching. I... I think I’m falling in love with him! I’m in love with...
****CRASH! ****
Pietro stopped his writing and looked up from his book to see what the ruckus was. Todd, the youngest mutant of their group, was stuck against his window. He was sticking to the window, much like a frog would stick to a tree; only the expression on his face was more pained than the average tree frog. This would not have been such a bizarre sight at the boarding house where the members of the Brotherhood of Evil mutants lived, if the window had not been on the second level of the house.
“Todd! What the hell are you doing?!” Pietro asked, annoyance evident in his voice as he leaned over on his bed to get a better view of the mutant on his window.
Todd looked through the glass and gave Pietro a lopsided grin. “Hiya, ‘Tro. What’s goin’ on?” he asked, just loud enough to be heard through the pane.
Pietro got off his bed and opened the window for his friend to enter. As graceful as ever, Todd leaped onto the sill before jumping through the open window. He performed a back flip in mid-air and landed on a chair, where he resumed his regular crouching position.
“I asked you first,” Pietro grinned. “What the hell are you...”
“Todd?!!” Freddy's voice boomed from somewhere outside and cutting Pietro off mid-sentence. “Where are ya little buddy? Are ya okay?!”
Pietro stuck his head out the now open window and yelled down, “He’s up here man! What were you two doing?”
Freddy shrugged but said nothing.
Pietro pulled his head back inside and looked expectantly at Todd. “Well?” he asked.
“Uh, y’see,” Todd began. “Fred and I. We were talkin’ and stuff. He was askin’ what I can stick to. So I gave him a demo of my many talents, yo. It was really cool! I stuck to this thing,” Todd became more animated as he told his tale, occasionally bouncing in place on the chair. Pietro started to tap his foot on the uneven flooring. “Get to the point, I was busy!”
“...So anyways, it came down to Freddy saying ‘I bet you can’t stick to the roof’ and I was saying ‘Uh-huh I bet I can!’ So he picks me up and throws me at the house!” Pietro buried his face in his hand exasperated with the whole thing. Todd grinned and jumped off the chair, opening the door before glanced back at Pietro, the other boy’s head still in hand, before hopping off down the hallway, his fun with Pietro done.
Pietro sighed, stepping up to close the window and resolving to finish getting his thoughts out onto paper. He stopped when he saw the object of his desires out front of their house. He grinned and crouched down behind the window frame to spy on the person outside; his crush, his love.
~End chapter 1~
Author: Merci
Pairing: Lance/Pietro
Rating: NC-17
Status: COMPLETE
Source: Xmen: Evolution
Feedback: praise_your_fears@hotmail.com or Sebastian_ban@yahoo.ca
Archiving: AdultFF.net, FF.net, etchedindigital LJ. Anywhere else, please ask first.
Special Thanks: Lu Baihu for betaing sections of the sucker for me. Some kind readers who kicked my ass to get writing again, and my Mchan, who has resolved to kick my ass every time I talk to her; in part to get me writing, and in part for some fun on her part. ^_^
Warnings:
Slashfic (Slash-fik) n. A fictitious story in which contain sexual relations between two or more men.
Use of gay bashing slang. Considering that I am actually WRITING slash/yaoi and LOVE slash/yaoi, I can assure you that the views expressed are that of a stereotypical jock. I am in NO WAY implying that ALL sports enthusiasts share the views of Duncan Matthews and his crew. (I have known many accepting jocks in my high school days… not to say that I didn’t know some real pricks too…) Of course, if I had my way, fiction would be the only place to find any anti-gay opinions being expressed. Negativity towards anybody just leads to hurt. There are better things to do with one’s time!! Like…HUG! In short, do not take the vilification of Duncan or his football friends to mean that I think all jocks are like that. It’s not true, but I needed some villains, so…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this fictional work. They belong to their respective owners. The story itself, however, *DOES* belong to me.
Notes: I began this a long time ago… and left it hanging for the longest time. There is nothing I can say that will make up for this lost time, except that it is now complete. I will never leave any fic hanging again. It is terribly wrong and I am sorry, to everybody who was reading this and hoping for an ending.
This story is set in the first season, since that was when I started writing it. This fic will not deal with any incidents or characters that were introduced after the first season.
I have re-written this, to make it tidier, since it irritated me to re-read it and see me putting “A/N”’s in everywhere, and ask for feedback at the end of fics. I resolve to not beg for feedback. If you read it and don’t feel inclined to comment, that’s cool. If you want to tell me something about it, please feel free to comment. I appreciate all communications on my work, even constructive criticism. Flames will still be used as an alternative form of heating, and entertainment.
And without further ado…
LEGEND:
Pietro writing in his diary yes, we’ll pretend he has one. (I can do this, I’m the author :P)
“Speech”
‘thoughts’
Pietro’s #1 Crush – Chapter 01
Dear Diary,
Today was a complete and utter waste of my time. There were so any other things I could have been doing than going to school. That stupid Duncan gave Todd and me and hard time when he saw us after second period. I’d just love to show him how superior I am!
One of the only highlights of the day was at lunch when I didn’t have enough cash to pay for food. Lance stepped up and offered to buy me something to eat.
I have to write this here because I don’t know who else to tell. I don’t know how Freddie would react to me afterwards… and Todd... he wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. I’m afraid that I’m reduced to sharing my feelings with a book. ...but I have to get this off my chest!
Oh, the way he looks at me when he’s happy, the uncertainty in his eyes when he doesn’t think anyone is watching. I... I think I’m falling in love with him! I’m in love with...
****CRASH! ****
Pietro stopped his writing and looked up from his book to see what the ruckus was. Todd, the youngest mutant of their group, was stuck against his window. He was sticking to the window, much like a frog would stick to a tree; only the expression on his face was more pained than the average tree frog. This would not have been such a bizarre sight at the boarding house where the members of the Brotherhood of Evil mutants lived, if the window had not been on the second level of the house.
“Todd! What the hell are you doing?!” Pietro asked, annoyance evident in his voice as he leaned over on his bed to get a better view of the mutant on his window.
Todd looked through the glass and gave Pietro a lopsided grin. “Hiya, ‘Tro. What’s goin’ on?” he asked, just loud enough to be heard through the pane.
Pietro got off his bed and opened the window for his friend to enter. As graceful as ever, Todd leaped onto the sill before jumping through the open window. He performed a back flip in mid-air and landed on a chair, where he resumed his regular crouching position.
“I asked you first,” Pietro grinned. “What the hell are you...”
“Todd?!!” Freddy's voice boomed from somewhere outside and cutting Pietro off mid-sentence. “Where are ya little buddy? Are ya okay?!”
Pietro stuck his head out the now open window and yelled down, “He’s up here man! What were you two doing?”
Freddy shrugged but said nothing.
Pietro pulled his head back inside and looked expectantly at Todd. “Well?” he asked.
“Uh, y’see,” Todd began. “Fred and I. We were talkin’ and stuff. He was askin’ what I can stick to. So I gave him a demo of my many talents, yo. It was really cool! I stuck to this thing,” Todd became more animated as he told his tale, occasionally bouncing in place on the chair. Pietro started to tap his foot on the uneven flooring. “Get to the point, I was busy!”
“...So anyways, it came down to Freddy saying ‘I bet you can’t stick to the roof’ and I was saying ‘Uh-huh I bet I can!’ So he picks me up and throws me at the house!” Pietro buried his face in his hand exasperated with the whole thing. Todd grinned and jumped off the chair, opening the door before glanced back at Pietro, the other boy’s head still in hand, before hopping off down the hallway, his fun with Pietro done.
Pietro sighed, stepping up to close the window and resolving to finish getting his thoughts out onto paper. He stopped when he saw the object of his desires out front of their house. He grinned and crouched down behind the window frame to spy on the person outside; his crush, his love.
~End chapter 1~