Generation X: Inhibitions Lost

Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, I don't own the X-Men, I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't own the X-Men! Jubilee, Wolverine, Emma Frost, Banshee, Jean Grey, and late Moira McTaggert all belong to Marvel Comics. Edwin White a. k. a. the Slaver is mine.
You could accuse me of distorting the characters' personalities - well, it wasn't me, it was all Slaver's fault, see? I just tried to see how the girls would behave without their inhibitions. Hope you like it!
And thanks to everyone who had reviewed the first chapter. Also thanks again to Citrina for beta-reading the stuff. ;)

Generation X: Inhibitions Lost
2. White Queen's Mate

By Daniil Iver


"Hello?"
"Wolvie? It's me, Jubilee".
"Glad to hear you, kid. How did you find me?"
"It's a born talent. Besides, I know you better than anyone on this little planet. Did you really think you can hide from me, you big hairy Canucklehead?"
Chuckle.
"Guess no".
"Say, could you pick me up? I'm near the airport, and miss you badly! Emma and the Irish gave me a day-off, so no-one's gonna notice if you and me have some fun together!"
"I dunno, Jubes. There's some business in Madri-"
"PLEEEEASE, Wolvester!"
His laughter was low and guttural, just as she remembered.
Arousing.
"Okay, girl. See you in fifteen minutes".
Jubilee smiled victoriously. She did know Logan better than anyone in the world. She knew what buttons to push to make him do what she wanted.
What she wanted most…

Two hours later

I am fully aware of the powers at my command.
My name is Emma Frost, and even now, having lost my position in the Hellfire Club, I am one of the most powerful human beings. We telepaths have always been special. Both the other genetically empowered mutants and the normal Homo Sapiens treat us with suspect and fear. Nothing can be hidden from the ones that can read your mind.
Magneto, the so-called King of Mutants, who is feared and hated all over the world, believed that his helmet would keep his mind safe from the mental influences.
But there is no absolute defense. Charles Xavier had proved this by shutting Magneto's conscience down, turning him into nothing more than a mindless vegetable.
Some time ago, this thought would amuse me. Today, it brings anxiety and fear into my soul.
Xavier… the most powerful mind of this planet, residing in a crippled body. The mentor of the X-Men. One of the most dangerous enemies the White Queen had ever had.
I still cannot understand why he had accepted me into his team. I was behind the Club's operations against the X-Men. I helped Mastermind to corrupt the Phoenix, creating an immeasurable danger for the entire galaxy. I tortured his students. Would you believe that he forgave me just because of his kind heart?
Oh please… Xavier killed Amahl Farouk only because the Shadow King had used Storm to steal for him in Cairo. He destroyed Magneto's mind, reducing the man who was once his closest friend into a drooling idiot.
You may call Xavier idealistic, but he's definitely not blinded by his beliefs. If he was, the X-Men would be long gone. That leads to a simple conclusion…
Professor X gave me a place in his team and mutant students to teach, because he does not consider me dangerous. Although he knows pretty well who the White Queen is…
I've investigated my own psyche countless times, trying to find any evidence of Xavier's influence on my mind. I found nothing. Not really a surprise, considering his power and skill.
Or maybe I'm just paranoid?.. Could it be that Xavier trusts me only because he knows me better than I do?
"Ye look tired, Em".
I turn around, feeling angry for not sensing his arrival.
"And what's in it for you, Sean Cassidy?"
"Huh?"
The red-haired Irish looks puzzled.
"Do you have an excuse for breaking into my room?" I ask coldly. "Or maybe you just wanted to repeat how much you despise me once again?"
"What's come onto ye, lass?"
"I'm a telepath, Sean. I knew every one of your remarks that you never dared to say aloud. Remember the day of Jonothon's arrival!"
I have to stop now. Somehow this emotional burst is affecting me more than anything since the day Black Tom kidnapped my children.
And I don't want to cry - don't want this stupid, cocky Irishman to see my te…
Banshee's hands are strong and warm, as he embraces me carefully.
My head rests on his shoulder. Tears fill my eyes, but now it doesn't matter. He cannot see my face this way.
"I hate you, Sean", I whisper. "I hate you…"
"'tis okay, Em", he answers quietly. "I know how ye're feeling. 'tis okay".
"Just who do you think you are?! You came to my school, you and your ideas of education… it's my school, you hear, my! I trained them here! Poor kids had nowhere to go except the Academy… Catseye, Tarot… Jetstream…"
I can taste my own tears on my lips.
"My Hellions… my children… all dead…"
"It wasn't yer fault. You tried to protect them".
"But I have failed".
"Only once. Ye're a good teacher, Emma. Our GenXers went through a whole lot o' trouble - Prime Sentinels, Emplate, Black Tom… they only did it because o' the training ye gave them. Without ye, there would be no Academy and no Generation X".
Somehow his voice seems to be comforting me.
"Not to mention me…"
"You? What do you mean?"
"Sure ye know what I mean. Remember what happened after Moira had… passed away…"
Ice claws squeeze my heart. I want to push him away, but my body refuses to obey.
He's so close - his strong hands on my shoulders - I can feel his breath against my skin - no - no please… not again…
"Emma?!"
"No, Sean… stop…"

Meanwhile

Jubilation Lee was absolutely, completely naked - like in some kind of erotic deja vu. Only this time she could see her reflection in Logan's blue eyes, not in the mirror.
"What's the matter, Wolverine?", she laughed softly. "Don't tell me this is scaring you."
"It's you that should be scared, kid. Not me".
His lips parted in a feral smile that she liked so much. "You coulda catch cold if you run around butt-naked like this".
"So what?"
She stepped closer to him, her tight breasts moving seductively when she changed position. Quite a handful, - Logan noticed. The girl had really all grown up.
"I know a super way to get warm".
"And I know better than to become a child rapist".
"Oh, but there are no children around here, Logan", she answered seriously. But there was more than a glimpse of laughter in her eyes. "And correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't rape something that is done against your will?"
"Yeah. That's the idea".
Her hands were cool on his skin, gently massaging his shoulders, crawling under his T-shirt to feel the thick hair on his breast.
"Then guess you are totally unable to rape me".
Her scent was beautiful - fresh and innocent, mixed with a light musky odor of her desire. Her lips were soft and warm. He returned the kiss, caressing her naked back with his fingers.
Jubilee was perfectly natural. There was nothing to alert him, nothing to stop his desires from taking over. Somehow he knew what she was going to do the moment he saw her near the phone booth - a smiling girl in a bright yellow cloak, jumping and waving her hands with joy.
Maybe it was something in her look. Or in the way she moved. Wolverine didn't know, and neither did he care.
Such a beautiful scent… she could try using it to seduce him, to bring the craving animal from within his soul. But she didn't want that.
"I want to make love to you, Wolvester", she whispered, looking in his eyes. "Please…"
Strange how he didn't notice the changes in her body until now. Time passed so easily for him, he didn't even see how the thirteen-years-old girl turned into a sensual woman.
And her soul had changed as well. Logan would tear out his own heart before letting his bestial instincts make him touch naive little Jubilee. Not before she was ready and willing to accept her man.
Now, she was all ready. She wanted him the way he was - walking the thin line between man and beast. She wasn't scared of his animal side, not attracted by its primal force and fury. Jubilee accepted him as a part of Logan.
The man she loved.
"I thought you'd never ask", he smiled.

Meanwhile

Sean Cassidy is over me - inside me - tearing me apart, mauling my breasts, rude, cruel male, his mind clouded with alcohol and desire, and I can't stop him, can't escape…
"Em! Snap out of it now! Please!"
It's Banshee's voice - but the words are wrong. The intonation is wrong. I can feel fear and concern. Not the beast-like carnality I remember…
… in that dream…
"Sorry, Sean", I whisper.
"Are ye okay? What happened?"
"Just a bad dream…"
He is holding me tight. I can feel the warmth of his body.
"The dream I had one of those nights… about you raping me. You were drunk, Sean, - that was the way we used to see you after Moira's death. I woke up in cold sweat. The nightmare was so realistic - I remember the tiniest details. The pain from your fingers, your teeth…"
I try to move away from him. Sean lets me go. There is pain in his gaze.
"I'd never do such a thing, Emma. Never".
"I know… but back then, I was just lying there, alone in the dark, asking myself if I could take another dream like that. I couldn't trust you - you didn't control yourself, torn between your loss and alcohol. So I created a mental block inside your mind. In other words… I stole your feelings from you, Sean".
I close my eyes. I don't want to see his face. He will hate me for what I have done to his defenseless psyche.
"Ye had t' protect yourself. I… understand yuir feelings."
"You don't. I didn't need to do this - I was protecting myself from my own fear, not you!"
There is no answer. My tears are drying up on my face. Then I feel a gentle touch on my hair.
"I needed what ye did to me. There's no need t' excuse. Ye did everything right, Em".
He's wiping tears from my cheek. Driven by a sudden impulse, I kiss his fingers, and somehow it's the best feeling I've ever experienced. Tear-stained, sobbing, miserable-looking Emma Frost is happier than the arrogant White Queen could ever imagine.
Was it a change implanted by Xavier? Or did I change myself, because of everything that had happened to me? Or maybe there were no changes at all, only something that had always been inside me? I don't feel interested in finding the answer, because now I know the true reason for Xavier's making me headmistress of Generation X - not to help the "gifted youngsters", but to help me.
Sean's warm presence, his careful, somewhat clumsy caresses ruin the invisible wall of distrust that had surrounded me for years. And when my lips meet his, I know he told me the truth. We did everything right.

"Seems that we've got the telepathic bitch right where we want her", the Slaver muttered. On the screen, Sean Cassidy and Emma Frost, both semi-naked, were passionately caressing each other's bodies. It wasn't what you call easy to infiltrate the Massachusetts Academy, but the Slaver was a patient man. Now there were cleverly hidden cameras in all the rooms, as well as some other stuff that Edwin referred to as "experimental equipment".
"What about her psionic activity?"
"The level is significantly decreased, sir. So far, she's not feeling anything beyond normal human senses".
"Good. One little surprise for Jean Grey ready and tested. Now let's begin the final part. Deliver the C-type pheromones".
"Yes sir".
Edwin rubbed his chin. He could still feel the scratches. Yes, the buxom redhead is definitely going to pay, and it will happen pretty soon.
Ah, revenge always tastes so sweet…


End of part two