X-Men:Dangerous Liasons

**ACT FOUR**


The Vault-Superhuman Maximum Security Prison
Rocky Mountain Range,Colorado


Alex Summers,codenamed Havok,leader of the government-sponsored mutant strikeforce known as X-Factor,noticed a bit of nervousness on Dr. Moira MacTaggart's face.He was in costume,wearing his standard blue and yellow field uniform with jacket."You okay,Moira?"he asked with a stern look.

Moira nodded,speaking in an Scottish brogue."I'm fine,Alex."Her pitiful attempt at a smile was hardly reassuring."I can't think of better places to be right now,but I'm fine."A woman of average height and build,Moira face was oval,lightly lined and moderately attractive,with blue eyes behind brown-framed glasses and straight brown hair cut short just below her ears.She wore an elegant black business jacket with matching skirt over a light,buttoned up cotton blouse punctuated by a emerald-crested brooch.

Alex could see that she was anything but fine.As the two walked along the fifth-level corridor,Moira shivered a bit at her surroundings.They were escorted by a guard clad head-to-toe in Guardsman armor.A row of subcells,most unoccupied,lined the left and right walls of a Adamantium-walled room.

Alex sighed,"You sure you want to go through with this,Moira?I mean,he's no Magneto,but that doesn't make him any less dangerous."

"Aye.The warden said that he's showing signs of the Legacy Virus,Alex,"Moira responded."I'm aware that he's a dangerous criminal,but I can't turn away.Besides,his symptoms may prove valuable in me research."She adjusted her glasses as she walked.

The two were led to the end of the corridor.The Guardsman paused, facing the nd tnd to last cell on the end."I have to explain some things to you two before we go inside,"he spoke,his voice slightly muffled under his helmet.Alex and Moira looked to the Guardsman,listening intently.

"Beyond this door,the prisoner's been quarrned,ned,specifically sealed behind a tough plexiglass alloy,so no gaseous compounds can get in or out.He can't break through,so you'll have nothing to worry about.I would recommend that you do not give or take anything from him.His powers can be very subtle."

"I doubt there will be any trouble,"Alex said."I'll be in there with her."

"Actually,Mr. Summers..."the Guardsman spoke."...he requested to speak to Dr. MacTaggart alone."

Alex groaned in fustration."How convienient..."

"I'll be fine,Alex,"Moira said,trying to muster up what little courage she had at the moment."Like the guard said,I shouldn't be in any danger."

Alex hesitated,weighing his options,realizing he had little."Alright...I'll wait outside.If he tries anything,just shout,okay?"Moira quietly nodded to him.

The Guardsman spoke."There's an alarm switch right by the cell door..."He pointed to a red-handled switch on the adjoining wall.The words "ALARM!USE ONLY FOR EMERGENCY!"were stenciled in white paint above it."Just pull down the switch,and either me or the other guards on duty will be here as quickly as possible.The nearest security egress is on the other end of this corridor.Any questions?"

"No...I understand,"Moira quickly replied,hoping to get this over with as soon as possible.

The Guardsman nodded."Alright,you're free to see him.Remember,don't give him anything,don't take anything from him."And with that,he opened the cell door and moved aside.

"Just be careful.I'll be waiting right here."Alex said.

Moira didn't respond,swallowing hard as she slowly walked inside the high-security cell.The room was large,a quarter of the area was made to walk around freely.The rest was a transparent chamber made of a tough plexiglass alloy that could detain beings of superhuman strength.Moira's attention was locked on the prisoner behind it,so much so that she could not hear the cell door close behind her.

The prisoner was massive,his body looked humanoid but with apelike features as he sat on a well-worn cot.His entire body was covered in coarse,brown fur.With broad shoulders,ribbed,elongated muzzle with colors of blue and white,pink lolling tongue licking sharp,bone white teeth.His body was powerful yet not too muscular.His arms were elongated like a gorilla's.He was dressed in full grey prison garb,his red,bloodshot eyes glued onto Moira as she stepped closer to the plexiglass.

"Jerome Beechman..?"Moira spoke out.

"That's Mandrill to you,sweet thing,"The apelike figure licked his lips at the sight of her."Never knew a doctor-and a female one at that-could be such a nice,tight lookin' piece of ass."

Moira's expression turned to that of mild disgust."That's Dr. Mactaggart to you,"she sneered."If you're sincere about wantin' me help,you'd do yourself well to address me by that."

"And a tough piece of ass at that."Mandrill got up to his feet and approached the protective glass between them both."The warden told me you were working on the Legacy Virus.Said you could treat me of my little condition."

"The warden was half right,"Moira answered."I've studied this disease,yes.However,I've yet to find a cure for it,I'm afraid."

Mandrill's demeanor suddenly turned."Shit!"He muttered under his breath as he turned his back to her."So what?I'm totally fucked then?This fuckin' virus' gonna tear me apart?"

"Not necessarily,"said Moira."I've been making some progress on a cure.Unfortunately,the virus has been spreading at an alarming rate for me to match any progress on conquering it.Also,I've lacked the proper funding resources for making a cure.The world's governments see no point in helping me fight it."

Mandrill chuckled."Fuckin' monkeys!"He was well aware of the irony of his statement."Why am I not surprised?The weak little humans have their own little blessing from above.Hah!"

Moira did her best to ignore his comments."I'm sorry if you got your hopes up about this,"she said flatly."It seems we wasted both our time.Goodbye."She turned and started for the cell door.

"Hey hey,waitaminute!"Mandrill shouted as he rushed to the glass,his hands pressed against the surface."Hey look!I'm sure we can work out a little something.Got a bit of a proposition for ya,sweet thing."He gazed at the way Moira's buttocks swayed underneath her skirt,the unconscious swing her hips made as she walked.

Moira stopped at her feet and crossed her arms,her expression not as angry as if was full of silent measuring and analysis.

"So far,you've called me 'sweet thing' twice,much to my chagrin.You've given me little reason for any chance of an agreement with you.Besides,wouldn't it demean you to accept help from a 'fucking monkey'?A 'weak little human'?"

"Hey c'mon swee...er,I mean 'Doctor' MacTaggart,"Mandrill spoke evenly."I was just being funny,that's all."

"Crude,racist humor doesn't fit me well,I'm afraid."Moira said coldly.

Mandrill gave a light chuckle."Okay,then try this on for size,Doc.How's about I be your little lab monkey?No pun intended,of course.

Moira turned and lookled back to him,approaching the glass barrier slowly."You're volunteering yourself as a test subject?"

"You got it in one,Doc,"Mandrill grinned,his red-rimmed eyes looked to her face,then drifted insolently down along the length of her body."Think of it as community service.Maybe even get my time in this box cut short,eh?"

"You do realize that I would be hard pressed to have the warden agree to your offer.Such an arrangement would require you to be under heavy guard and supervision."Moira said,starting to feel uncomfortable at the way he was looking at her."And I can't promise you that the research procedures will be safe?"

"Hey,I'll do anything to get this virus out of me,Doc,"Mandrill replied,"I got a lot of plans to take care of.And I also got a lot of faith in ya..."He crouched slightly,placing his overlarged,fur-covered hand deliberately upon his crotch and began rubbing himself,his grin widening.

Moira saw it then:an expanding bulge grew beneath his pants.His large hairy palm doing little to hide it as it swelled down along his leg,The tightness of his pants made the bulge more distinctive,as it grew elonglonger,thicker,straining against the coarse material.

"Oh,my God,"Moira whispered to herself.Her eyes grew wide at the sight of his bulging length,her face turning white.She then turned her head away,choking back a mixed feeling of disgust and mild arousal.

"I'm...sure you do,"she replied,turning her eyes back to him,swallowing hard."Anyway,I'll see what I can do.I won't make any promises,however."

"I'm sure you'll 'come' through,"Mandrill said as his hand fumbled with the zipper of his jeans.He pressed his moist snout against the glass,his eyes locked on Moira's expression."Who knows,I just might show you my gratittude...sweet thing."

And with that he reached into his fly and pulled out a freakishly huge cock.Seventeen inches long from his zipper,the entire foreskin was matted in brown fur,the glans a moist,shiny crimson as it extended outward from its furry sheath.Moira slowly recoiled as she looked to the freakish cock with a mixture of horror and fascination,covering her mouth with one hand while the other covered her stomach,trying to fight back the shameful possibility that she was getting turned on.

"Yeah,not bad at all eh?"Mandrill chuckled as his large hand gripped the hairy foreskin of his cock,stroking the monstrous length between his legs.Moira watched transfixed as with each frenetic outstroke his massive grip makes,the furry foreskin glides over the tennis ball-sized glans,completely engulfing it,then pulling back,retracting the sheath down along the base of the thick shaft over and over.A pearl of come oozed from the tip,leaking its milky fluid down in a thin ribbon between his legs."Once you go primal,you'll never go back.So what do ya say...sweet thing?"


**ACT FIVE**


Quinn Elkhart looked out the view of his taxi window,watching the green scenery move by in a blur.He hated this mode of transportation,preferring to make the trip to the mansion by limosine,or at least drive his favorite black Jaguar.He was never the perfect gentleman,or even the tenth perfect,but he believes in making first impressions.Of course,the impression he wanted to make was one of a handsome,wealthy Bon-Vivant who's taken a mild interest in Xavier's little school.

The ride from Manhattan was long,monotonous and quiet.The taxi driver,a middle-aged,cheerful black man with a creole accent,tried making conversation several times,but Quinn,would have none of it,mostly out of con contemplation than discourtesy,so he had resigned himself to listen to 70's songs on the radio.Quinn sat back in his seat,his head craned toward the open window,the g rol rolled up halfway to air out the godforsaken smells coming from the passenger seat.However,his attentions were not on the view outside,nor to the sounds of Earth,Wind and Fire playing on the radio station.His mind wandered on the past,namely the bad choices he made that led him to this mess.

The greenery moved by in a blur.The sounds of 'Shining Star' played on the radio.Both were oblivious to Quinn at the moment,a mental image playing out in his head:

It was late evening.Quinn was eighteen when it happened.
Young men in his age and lifestyle would likely throw a tantrum when they don't get their way.Especially spoiled young men.
"He's just in a phase.He'll grow out of it soon.He'll learn some responsibility when he's older."His parents always gave the same evasive excuse every time they had to talk to his counselor at his academy,or worse yet,bail him out of jail.
Disciplinary action was few and far in between.Just a sterntureture in the mansion's study,followed by a speech that "Someday,the family business will be yours,son.You need to learn some responsibility in your life.To make sure your decisions carry weight in this world."

Responsibility.
Quinn couldn't help but to sneer at that word."Why take responsibility when you can pay others to take it for you.Isn't that the point of being rich?"

Quinn ran away from responsibility whenever he could.For him,life was a big party,and he was the guest of honor.Sex,drugs...they were all available to him.They were an escape from the more difficult aspects of his life,of his parents seeming control of him.

Not an excape,but a replacement perhaps.Besides,it's easier than doing some actual parenting.

But like all good things,the party had to end.A day after one of Quinn's impromptu birthday parties on the club scene,Quinn's father took a perfect time to put his foot down.Finally fed up with bailing his son out for the umpteenth time,his father cut him off financially,deciding for him to work at his father's industrial business.Needless to say,Quinn wasn't happy about it.

It was also the perfect moment for his powers to manifest.What came in a heated argument with his parents in the family's living room resulted in a raging house fire that took both their lives.

The policemen checking out the scene called it a gas main accident,despite having no conceivable evidence to support the notion,or any logical reason why the Elkhart's only son was the only one to survive with cuts and bruises,but with no third-degree burns...

"Hey...hey buddy!"The cab driver spoke over his shoulder."We're here."

Quinn came down from his thoughts and looked around in a daze.The musty interior of the cab,the annoying creole cabbie.Gradually his eyes focused and looked out of the cab window.It was dark outside.The cab was parked on the front curb of Xavier's mansion,the front entrance lit with porch lights.He noticed several windows in the mansion alight.There were people home alright.

"That'll be $13.50,son,"The cabbie said as he gave out his hand to receive his payment.Quinn stepped out of the cab and fished his pocket for his wallet."Um...I don't suppose you could help me with my luggage..?"

Quinn felt a little embarrassed-as well as a little y-afy-after the cabbie laughed in his face as he drove off.He stood on the curb,his very expensive-and very heavy-luggage at his feet."Bastard 't 't even give me my change back..."he grumbled to himself.After dragging his expensive,heavy luggage to the front door,he slumped against the wall breathing heavily,his hand fumbling lazily for the doorbell.

Suddenly the front door opened as if on cue."Mr. Elkhart?"Betsy Braddock's britsh accent called from the doorway."Professor Xavier has been expecting you.I trust your trip has been well?"

Quinn tried to answer,but he was too tired to speak.His heavy breathing made his body convulse,although he swore he could smell a faint whiff of jasmine.He enjoyed the sound of her voice,turning around to face her,hoping the mental image fit the voice.

And then he saw her for the first time.

"Oh.My.God"

Quinn's jaw dropped.She was absolutely stunning.

She was the sexiest thing Quinn ever did see in his lifetime.She wore a blue-silk robe that barely hid her voluptuous body from his prying eyes.Twin mounds pushed seductively against their silk sheath,and the thin material curved delicately around toned,shapely hips and buttocks like a second skin.Ending midway down olive,equally toned thighs.

If Quinn knew that he was gawking at her breasts,or noticed the mildly-annoyed look on Betsy Braddock's face because of it,he couldn't give a damn about it.

"Hel-lo..."Betsy placed her hands on her hips,arching her back slightly so that her breasts seemed to almost burst free of the delicate material.Quinn could swore he saw nipples erect,pointing at his eyes like daggers."This breast's name is Betsy,and the other breast's name is Braddock,"she said while motioning her head to one breast,then the other.

Quinn licked his lips."Hello Betsy.Hello Braddock.Would you like to see "Little Quinn"?"he wanted to say.

"A-HEM!"Betsy cleared her throat to get his attention.

Quinn snapped at attention to meet Betsy's contemptful gaze.So much for first impressions.

"Hello.Quinn Elkhart."He had to swallow before he could get his voice working."Nice to meet you."He gave out his hand to her,trying to salvage the situation.Betsy simply glared at him for a moment,then turned on one foot,leading him into the foyer."Leave your bags here.I'll send someone to bring them,"she spoke from behind."In the meantime,the Professor would like to see you in his office."

As Quinn followed behind,watching the fluid motion of of her buttocks under the clinging silk,he wondered if there were any other women here who were as sexy as this one.

"Nahh..."he thought to himself."Even I couldn't be THAT lucky."


**EPILOGUE**


Alex Summers leaned against the wall beside the cell door,arms crossed.He hated himself for letting Moira go in alone,for leaving her alone with that monster.He gave a deep breath,his nerves solid.The silence of the corridor driving him crazy.

How thankful he was when the cell door finally opened.He jumped at attention,turning to see Moira stepping out of the cell,closing and locking the door behind her.She looked as though she was a stranger to him,so coolly placid was her tiny smile.

"Moira?"Alex blinked."Was everything okay?What did he want?"

Moira hesitated.She kept her eyes fixed forward,not even attempting to look to him."I'm fine Alex,"she spoke in an indifferent tone.She placed her hands in her jacket pockets and started toward the security egress."He simply hoped to find treatment for the virus,that's all."

Alex hurried behind her,giving a sigh."I suppose that's done with now.This place gives me the creeps.I'll contact the guards,let them show us out."

"Not yet,"Moira spoke out as she walked at a Sunday pace,a tiny smile on her lips."I have to see the warden first.There's a request I need to ask of him."


**TO BE CONTINUED**