Fractals

Fractals Chapter Fourteen (NC-17)

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class=SpellE>Pietro rubbed the bridge of his nose absently, looking
disturbingly like his father. “class=SpellE>Piotr, shut up. I
swear to God, I will kick your ass before you can turn into Colossus.”

class=SpellE>Piotr frowned. “I
*am* Colossus! I do not turn into myself!”

The smaller
teenager sighed. “She didn’t bring her.
I saw for myself she came alone.”

class=SpellE>Piotr nodded briskly.
“Da, I know.
I need to talk with her, though.
I need to make sure…”

“Make sure
of what?” Tarot asked, sitting up from her elegant sprawl on the ratty
sofa. “That she knows you want to jump
her daughter’s bones? That the blue one
still hates your guts for hurting one sister and groping the other?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Or that she still is aware of your existence,
you huge circus freak?”

class=SpellE>Piotr ground his teeth.
He knew Tarot was trying to get a rise out of him, probably, he thought,
to distract him from his intent. “I am
not a circus freak. I am a circus
performer.” As if tohasihasize his
words, he brought his fist down on the toaster, crunching it flat.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Metal and plastic and crumbs scattered across
the grimy countertop, making Pietro wince and Tarot
shriek in annoyance.

“We just
fixed that!” she shouted. “It took three
days!”

class=SpellE>Pietro grabbed her arm when she would go after class=SpellE>Piotr, holding her back until the former strongman
disappeared down the rickety basement steps.
“Fuck. Toad was the one who could
fix things… damn it.”name="_ftnref1" title="">style='mso-special-character:footnote'>class=MsoFootnoteReference>[1]style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He shook her arm almost absently, cutting off
her angry words before she could form them.
“Piotr won’t get onto the grounds.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> If I couldn’t
do it, he can’t do it. He’s too
big to slip through the gap in the fence near the river and style='mso-spacerun:yes'> he can’t outrun the security measures they set
up last night.”

Tarot
narrowed her eyes. “He can be impervious
to them.” She shook her head, muttering
under her breath as she jerked her arm free of his grasp. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “I should tell Magneto about his
insubordination.”

“class=SpellE>Insub… Tarot, you’re not a general and we’re not your
soldiers.” He moved between her and the
phone quickly, blocking her way. “We can’t
get my father mad right now, not when things are going so well.”

“We won’t
be. Piotr
will.” She feinted left and tried to
dodge around him on the right but he was naturally faster.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Pietro!”

“Don’t pout
at me. I know you’re faking it.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I always know.”

“Not
always,” she replied cattily. She turned
her back on his mildly offended expression and sauntered into the den.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “The fact remains that we are here, cooling
our heels like idiots while Magneto and Mytique work
the plan. What are we supposed to
do? I feel useless!”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She felt, if she were to be honest,
hurt. She had believed Magneto was
grooming her to be second in command, to work by his side, but she had been
left here with the other younger members of the Brotherhood while Mystique and class=SpellE>Sabretooth went with their leader.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> She flopped back down onto the sofa which had
seen better days and sighed dramatically.

“We,” class=SpellE>Pietro emphasized the word, wincing as he realized how
maternal he sounded but was unable to stop the tone, “are supposed to go to
school. We are supposed to keep this
place looking presentable to keep the authorities from showing up. Again.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And we’re supposed to keep a low profile
until this media thing is past.”

Tarot
became very still, her expression slowly turning thoughtful.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Hmmm.”

“What?” class=SpellE>Pietro had a sinking feeling, as if he were about to
witness a tremendous accident he had no power to stop.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “What is it?”

“Why are we keeping a low
profile?” she asked casually, sitting up and pushing her red hair behind her
ears. “Why the secrets?”

“Because we’re
mutants, duh.” He raised a blond brow
and folded his arms across his chest, waiting for the other shoe to drop.style='mso-footnote-id:ftn2' href="#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title="">class=MsoFootnoteReference>class=MsoFootnoteReference>[2]

“We are,”
she said slowly, a smile teasing the corners of her lips as she stood with
cat-like grace, “not mutants.”

“Oh?” class=SpellE>Pietro hated the slight crack in his voice as Tarot moved
languidly towards him, her eyes blazing with some inner triumph.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He inhaled sharply as her warms came around
his neck, her spicy sweet perfume teasing his senses as she stood on her toes
to whisper in his ear.

“We are
_Homo superior, _” she breathed. “We are
better than them.”

class=SpellE>Pietro blinked. He
knew his father’s phrase for their kind and he did believe they were better
than non-mutants, more evolved, but the way she said it sounded somehow
sinister. “I know,” he replied quietly,
his hands moving automatically to her hips.

“We don’t
have to hide. This must be a test of
your father’s,” she decided, her teeth nipping his ear sharply, send a jolt of
pleasure straight through his body. “Why
would he want us to lay low if his goal for the Brotherhood is to make mutants
known? To give us power in this world, to show other mutants that they do not
have to hide…”

He closed
his eyes as she trailed tiny, hot kisses from his ear to his jaw then his
throat, pressing against him seductively.
“There’s a time and a place,” he began, biting his lip to keep from
moaning. “He wants us to wait for the
right time…”

“What
better time is there?” she demanded, her hand moving to the obvious show of his
arousal and squeezing gently. “The media
is dying for a glimpse, for proof… if we give it to them, the Brotherhood will
be the ones the public comes to know.
The Brotherhood—the strong, vital Brotherhood.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Think of it Pietro,”
she whispered, kissing him deeply.

class=SpellE>Pietro finally had to break for air, trying not to
gasp. “I am thinking of it,” he replied,
moving to kiss her again only to find that she had moved.

“Good,” she
said brightly. “I’ll start making calls!”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

He groaned
then, but not from arousal. “Keep my
name out of it!”

“We’ll see…”