The RainBow Connection.
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
4,168
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4: Like a Bat out of Hell.
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Like A Bat out Of Hell!
Disclaimer- I don’t own the X Men. I do, however, own this bag
of Ruffles, and I’m not sharing! Ha Ha Ha Ha!
An- There are abuch of set pairings in this story but I will take requests.
“Look Charles it’s
not you it’s me. Your great and I care for you greatly, it’s just I can’t stop
thinking of you as just my best friend. Nothing more nothing less, I just your
not what I’m looking for in a man I’m sorry. I need someone who entices passion
in me, someone who draws me in like a magnetic particle. I am sorry Charles
this is just not working out for me.”
Charles felt his insides scream with agony
as his greatest love, Erik Lehnsherr, walk out of his life forever.
Piotr paced around
his room as if he was a frantic squirrel stuck in a shimmering chimney.
~ Do not think about it. Do not think about it. Do not think about it.
~ A flicker of a hot pink clad body threatened
to push into his mind, he pushed back. ~NO!
Do not think about it. She is sweet, she is innocent, and she needs you to
teach her the wonders of love making….Stop it! ~ He sat down on his bed,
his large hands griping his strong muscular legs.
~ I know I will paint, that will take my mind off things. ~ He took
out one of his many sketchbooks and was happily drawing, until he realized that
his picture was starting to resemble a nude young woman.
“Bozhe Moi!” He exclaimed
while catapulting the offending object into the wall. ~ Do not
touch yourself it is improper. Do not touch yourself it is improper Do not…. ~ But
his hand wouldn’t listen, as he began to work himself he could not help but
think of Skylark’s lush lips and how nice it would be if he could thrust his tongue
in them, or how nice it would be if her lips were somewhere else, devouring him
as she had the ice cream cone.
“O gor. O gor. O gor.”
“Hey
Pete hard day at work?” Piotr’s
eyes snapped open, reviling a smiling Logan before him.
“Here,” The antamantium clawed one tossed him
a bottle of Dove hand Lotion, “this will make it a lot better.”
The Professor wheeled
around heartbroken and looking for prey to sooth his aching heart. ~Hmmm now who has been doing something they
shouldn’t be? ~
His rolling transportation halted in front of Hank’s office. ~ Hmmm I sense nervousness. ~
“Ha Ha
Ha Ha Ha”,
the Professor cried slamming his chair into the door, creating a professor
sized hole for him to go through. “Ha….huh?”
He gaped in shock at
the seemingly innocent couple who were deep in some sort of philosophical discussion.
“Yes Ororo I know that
beauty is only what one perceives it to be, but there are some set limits. No
one thinks that Toad is beautiful…oh hello Charles.” The Professor continued to
gape, ~ I could have sworn...~ Then
he noticed Hank’s hair; two pieces were sticking straight out in haphazard directions.
~
I sincerely hope that that is hair gel, though I have a dreadful feeling that
it is not. ~ A quick scan of Hank’s mind confirmed that it wasn’t
“Why Hello Hank are
you trying a new hair gel?” For a moment Hank’s face was a portrait of contemplating
confusion, but after a while he ran his fingers through his hair, a look of
disgust soon over taking his features.
“Ummm yes, “he muttered
trying to force his hair down, “just trying something new. “
“Now wait just a
moment Charles...” Ororo protested. The Professor
turned himself to her a sly smile on his face.
“Yes goddess yes, “This quickly quieted the weather witch. The Professor sighed. “No more sex in the
offices or the classrooms. This is a school not a pornographic movie. If you
want to do those things go to your room. “He wheeled
himself away with all the grace a bald man in a wheelchair could have.
Hank looked at Ororo.
“You know I’m still Horney.”
He smiled tooktook her into his arms biting her ear, “I’m sure he can’t read
our minds from this far away.”
~ Oh yes I can! ~ P
Ororo sighed
dejectedly.
“Well better get to my
yoga class. “ An image of the weather goddess in a tight leotard, doing yoga
positions embedded itself in the blue beast’s mind.
“You know you’re not making
me any less Horney.”
A devilish smile
played on her lips as she slithered away. ~Something
tells me I’m going to be punished for that remark. ~
Chapter 4
Like A Bat out Of Hell!
Disclaimer- I don’t own the X Men. I do, however, own this bag
of Ruffles, and I’m not sharing! Ha Ha Ha Ha!
An- There are abuch of set pairings in this story but I will take requests.
“Look Charles it’s
not you it’s me. Your great and I care for you greatly, it’s just I can’t stop
thinking of you as just my best friend. Nothing more nothing less, I just your
not what I’m looking for in a man I’m sorry. I need someone who entices passion
in me, someone who draws me in like a magnetic particle. I am sorry Charles
this is just not working out for me.”
Charles felt his insides scream with agony
as his greatest love, Erik Lehnsherr, walk out of his life forever.
Piotr paced around
his room as if he was a frantic squirrel stuck in a shimmering chimney.
~ Do not think about it. Do not think about it. Do not think about it.
~ A flicker of a hot pink clad body threatened
to push into his mind, he pushed back. ~NO!
Do not think about it. She is sweet, she is innocent, and she needs you to
teach her the wonders of love making….Stop it! ~ He sat down on his bed,
his large hands griping his strong muscular legs.
~ I know I will paint, that will take my mind off things. ~ He took
out one of his many sketchbooks and was happily drawing, until he realized that
his picture was starting to resemble a nude young woman.
“Bozhe Moi!” He exclaimed
while catapulting the offending object into the wall. ~ Do not
touch yourself it is improper. Do not touch yourself it is improper Do not…. ~ But
his hand wouldn’t listen, as he began to work himself he could not help but
think of Skylark’s lush lips and how nice it would be if he could thrust his tongue
in them, or how nice it would be if her lips were somewhere else, devouring him
as she had the ice cream cone.
“O gor. O gor. O gor.”
“Hey
Pete hard day at work?” Piotr’s
eyes snapped open, reviling a smiling Logan before him.
“Here,” The antamantium clawed one tossed him
a bottle of Dove hand Lotion, “this will make it a lot better.”
The Professor wheeled
around heartbroken and looking for prey to sooth his aching heart. ~Hmmm now who has been doing something they
shouldn’t be? ~
His rolling transportation halted in front of Hank’s office. ~ Hmmm I sense nervousness. ~
“Ha Ha
Ha Ha Ha”,
the Professor cried slamming his chair into the door, creating a professor
sized hole for him to go through. “Ha….huh?”
He gaped in shock at
the seemingly innocent couple who were deep in some sort of philosophical discussion.
“Yes Ororo I know that
beauty is only what one perceives it to be, but there are some set limits. No
one thinks that Toad is beautiful…oh hello Charles.” The Professor continued to
gape, ~ I could have sworn...~ Then
he noticed Hank’s hair; two pieces were sticking straight out in haphazard directions.
~
I sincerely hope that that is hair gel, though I have a dreadful feeling that
it is not. ~ A quick scan of Hank’s mind confirmed that it wasn’t
“Why Hello Hank are
you trying a new hair gel?” For a moment Hank’s face was a portrait of contemplating
confusion, but after a while he ran his fingers through his hair, a look of
disgust soon over taking his features.
“Ummm yes, “he muttered
trying to force his hair down, “just trying something new. “
“Now wait just a
moment Charles...” Ororo protested. The Professor
turned himself to her a sly smile on his face.
“Yes goddess yes, “This quickly quieted the weather witch. The Professor sighed. “No more sex in the
offices or the classrooms. This is a school not a pornographic movie. If you
want to do those things go to your room. “He wheeled
himself away with all the grace a bald man in a wheelchair could have.
Hank looked at Ororo.
“You know I’m still Horney.”
He smiled tooktook her into his arms biting her ear, “I’m sure he can’t read
our minds from this far away.”
~ Oh yes I can! ~ P
Ororo sighed
dejectedly.
“Well better get to my
yoga class. “ An image of the weather goddess in a tight leotard, doing yoga
positions embedded itself in the blue beast’s mind.
“You know you’re not making
me any less Horney.”
A devilish smile
played on her lips as she slithered away. ~Something
tells me I’m going to be punished for that remark. ~