What's Your Fantasy

Rating: NC-17 and proud of it!
Pairing: Lance (Avalanche) and one talented shapeshifter known as Mystique!

A/N: I’ve had this pairing/story idea in mind for some time now. Watching the show I’ve seen many signs of Lance being rather loyal to Mystique in a manner that set me to thinking they might have something going on behind closed doors.

Originally, the story was going to be all rough and tumble with bits of humor, but as I wrote it changed as you’ll see as you read. The finished piece is, I think, one of my most turbulent thus far. I love trying to put in all these fics a bit of raging, shifting powerful emotions or reactions to accompany the sex and I’m really quite proud of how that came out in this chapter.

Reviews are always welcome and have been known to help writers through any blocks they may ‘suddenly’ come up against, so don’t hesitate ta tell me what you think via a review or you’re welcome to email me. (Address listed on author profile.)

Thanks to all who’ve reviewed thus far and I continue to try and incorporate the suggestions I’ve gotten so far for pairings & rp scenarios.

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What You Want

Without breaking their frantic kisses Lance easily maneuvered Kitty into Mystique’s large and restored bedroom to continue their little game.

Once inside the room, he turned them so her petite little body was pinned between the door and his larger, stronger frame.

"So, like, whaddya want me to do?" she pulled back to ask all wide eyed and innocent.

Smirking at the eager glint behind all that faux innocence, Lance shifted back to give her some room then put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down on them.

"Aren’t you going to, like, get undressed?" her expression was coy now as she looked up at him from her new position on her knees right in front of his hard on.

"You want it, you do it," he ordered with another smirk.

She loved having his hard young body completely on display for her in their games, so he knew exactly what was coming when she jumped back to her feet to push off his brown vest. Her ripping off his favorite black T-shirt was a bit unexpected and got a startled complaint from him even as he grew harder in his jeans at her show of strength and impatience.

"I’ll, like, totally buy you a new one," she promised with an angelic smile of her pouty pink lips as she slowly sank back to her knees.

All the way down her hands and lips took little detours to delay her getting back to a kneeling position. His lean muscled arms were massaged gently as her mouth moved over his strong jaw then his neck down over his shoulders and chest until her lips nuzzled the hard little nubs of his brownish nipples.

At the same time her tongue slipped out to circle and rasp over the nips her hands moved from his arms to her back. She began sucking on the flesh and nibbling it firmly between her moist lips and pearly white teeth while her clear polished fingernails scratched deliciously up and down his spine.

Eyes rolling back in his head just a little at the sensations, he groaned and braced his hands on the door behind her to keep from tangling his hands in her flirty little ponytail and forcing her to suck harder when she shifted her attention to his other nipple.

With disappoint, some relief and lots of anticipation he felt her mouth abandon his pecs to move down his sternum over his washboard abs until she let her tongue play in his navel just above the fastening of his constricting jeans.

On her knees again she looked over his tensely aroused body and slid her hands over his denim clad ass to give it a firm squeeze before sliding between his legs from behind to tease him just a bit then moving those hands down the backs of his thighs and legs.

His rich brown eyes focused on her as she deftly began removing the black work boots he wore once her hands reached his feet.

They stared into each others eyes as she unlaced the boots and pushed them from his sock covered feet by feel alone. Still keeping their gazes locked she slipped the fingers of both her hands up under one pant leg to curl into the top of his sock and roll it down and off then repeating the process with his other foot.

With a twinkle in her blue eyes, Kitty scraped a thumbnail over the sensitive sole of his bared foot pulling an unmanly giggle from his chest as it tickled him before biting his lip and giving her a warning glare. To which she responded with a clueless wide eyed stare and cute little ‘did I do something wrong’ pout.

It was hard to keep the glare in place under that coy little look and perky playful attitude that was so out of character from his lover, but the gritting of his teeth on the lip he had clenched between them helped keep a goofy smile off his face.

Fluttering her eyelashes playfully she slowly ran her hands up over the front of his denim covered legs, gripping his thighs and allowing her thumbs to rub between his legs until her hands were pressed against the crotch and her nimble fingers curled in the waistband of the jeans.

He thrust his hips demandingly against her hands as she continued to simply run her fingers along the edge of his pants rather than get to the business of removing them.

"Is there, like, something you want, Lancey-poo?" she looked at him adoringly from her kneesle lle leaning forward to kiss his belly button then flick her tongue around the tiny cavity.

Growling slightly at the nickname he found it very easy to from at he as he ground out, "How many times I gotta tell you, she never has and never will call me that."

Lips pulling away from his stomach to curl upward in a very naughty fashion, Kitty moved her hands around to his butt and gave him a teasing wink.

"Have I messed up again?" her soft lower lip extended in pout. "Maybe you should, like, give me a spanking to make sure I, like, never forget again."

With that suggestion she slid one hand down to the back of his thigh and pulled the other hand back to smack him sharply on his jean clad ass.

"Bitch!" he snapped though the blow was barely felt by him.

A hint of yellow shone in her eyes as she arched a brow and silently challenged him to do something about it.

Having grown harder than he’d ever thought possible during the whole by-play, Lance lowered a hand from the door to tangle it forcefully in the long brown strands of her hair and ended the teasing foreplay with the clearly spoken words, "Suck my cock."

Eyes gleaming with wicked pleasure at his demand, Kitty slowly licked her lips until they glistened temptingly under his watchful stare then moved her hands back to the front of his body to unsnap his jeans and carefully lower the zipper to give his bbinbbing cock some room behind the plain black boxers he wore.

Tired of drawing this out herself, his lover quickly removed the jeans and underwear that stood between her and his complete nudity.

Her fingernails scraped lightly over his bare legs as her hands ran back up to his groin from his feet, causing tingles of pleasure to shoot straight to his dick that was now free to thrust forward and demand entry into her mouth.

The first thing she did when her dainty little fingers wrapped themselves around the thick base of his cock was focus her heated gaze on the inviting drop of liquid anointing the head of his circumcised dick. With a breathy moan she extended her pink tongue and leant forward to drag it from the underside of his cock then over the slit to lap up and savor his precum.

Rolling the small taste she’d gotten around her taste buds she tried to identify what was so heady about his essence. Other than a slight salt tang the secretion had no real taste, but she sensed … health and youth and strength and vitality in it.

She’d never known anything more addictive and with a moan she bent to bathe his length with her tongue to get it wet before taking the oozing tip between her lips.

He threw his head back in pleasure and groaned his approval at her finally taking him inside.

For a moment she only help the head in her mouth – suckling on it like a baby would a pacifier and occasionally flicking her tongue over the very tip to collect a bead of moisture.

When his hips jerked forward uncontrollably she relaxed her throat and easily accepted the pressure of his cock against the back of her mouth, but he managed to stop himself from thrusting down her windpipe.

Straining for the control not to come quickly from her talented fellatio, Lance removed his hand from her hair and braced it again on the door.

Her tongue was wriggling around him inside her mouth as she applied gentle suction on it.

After a moment of that her hands slid around for her fingers to squeeze into the firm resilience of his ass and pull him forward until he was buried deep in her tight throat. She nuzzled her nose into the crisp dark curls around the base of his dick as her face was pressed totally against his groin and inhaled the scent of his sweat, arousal and the soap he used.

Deliberately she swallowed to send the muscles of her throat ripplirounround his cock in a way that had Lance groaning loudly and pressing hard against the door.

His eyes started rolling back into his head as she began sliding her mouth up a few inches, sucking on him a bit, grinding her tongue along the underside of his cock and then swallowing those inches back up. On the next upstroke she released a few more inches of his glistening shaft from her gripping lips, teased him inside her mouth then took him back in.

She continued doing that over and over again until on each upward movement she released all but the tip of his cock.

It felt so damn good he was losing control of more than his ability to stave off his orgasm.

Underneath the pressure of his hands, the door was beginning to shake as he unconsciously sent the seismic waves of his mutation through the surface. While he started thrusting his hips into her hungry mouth to speed up the suction she was applying, the shockwaves spread out to them’s m’s walls and ceiling, cracking the plaster and causing little bits of debris to float down over them.

"Do not wreck this room again, Alvers," Kitty removed her mouth from his cock to order firmly, her eyes flashing a tell tale yellow to drive the point home even in his desire warped mind.

With a ‘yes, ma’am’ grin, Lance placed his forehead against the door and removed both hands from the wooden surface to tangle them in her loosened ponytail and further muss her straight brown hair.

Turning her eyes back to their ‘Kitty’ blue, his lover obeyed the urgings of his clenched hands against her head and went back to deep throating him with skill and gusto.

When she moved a hand to massage his heavy balls, he began fucking her mouth.

His dark eyes looked down to see her eyes shut in concentration as her cheeks hollowed out and her lips puckered around his thrusting shaft. Occasionally her teeth would scrape over his cock and the raking of her pearly whites over the bulging veins and sensitive flesh was causing his balls to tighten in her hand as his climax grew closer.

To push him over the edge with a satisfied roar, she moved her other hand from his ass to rub a finger over his slick cock to get the digit wet. Then she opened her eyes to lock with his as she slid the hand back around him and slowly worked the finger into his tight asshole.

"Bitch," he cried out as his eyes rolled and his head fell back and his hips thrust his spewing cock all the way down her throat so she had no choice but to take every hot drop of his semen.

Her own eyes fell shut again as she savored the thick liquid he shot into her and continued to squeeze his balls gently for more while she kept sucking on the slowly softening shaft.

His breathing was hard and erratic as he removed his drained organ from her clinging lips, much to her whimpering disappointment.

She looked up at him with her wide eyes imploring and he looked down to see her expression and smiled.

Seeing the smile she kept their eyes locked and leant forward to lick his temporarily satiated cock clean while slowly sliding her wandering finger from his butt.

Arousal was already stirring inside him again as he shifted his eyes to her little tongue daintily lapping up the mixture of her saliva and his cum glistening on his skin.

"What you want next?" she said with an exaggerated smacking of her lips after pulling away from his thoroughly licked and hardening penis.

"Bed," he ordered shortly while pulling her to her feet and turning them in that direction.

As the queen sized bed with it’s champagne colored satin sheets was her turf, Mystique morphed from ‘Kitty’ to her natural blue skinned self while allowing him to drag her to their destination.

"My turn," her yellow eyes gleamed when they stopped next to the and and with a wicked smile she turned him and threw him back on to the mattress.

With his dark eyes burning into hers Lance returned her wicked smile, laid back where he’d been tossed by her surprising strength and folded his arms under the back of his head to watch her next move.

The black vinyl halter top and mini skirt she wore over her nudity were removed with a few practiced moves of her nimble fingers.

Standing there completely nude she gave him a sultry look then raised her toned arms high over her head, allowed that head with its shoulder length red hair to fall limply back on her neck and then slowly arched backward in a body loosening stretch. Her agility always set his mind to imagining the numerous complicated and unique positions he could twist her into for one of their fuck-a-thons and Lance felt his erection spring to fully renewed and hungrily throbbing life.

He sat up to get a better view when she continued to bend backward until her hands were braced palm down on the floor behind her and her entire body was curved over like a horseshoe. She held the impossible looking pose for several seconds during which he stared at her femininity as it was displayed in the position.

His memories of their first time together, which occurred in the principal’s office at the high school shortly after his arrival in Bayville, came to mind suddenly and he smiled a bit fondly at their distraction. He’d pretty much freaked out when she’d approached his nude body as it sat in the leather chair behind her massive desk in the office in her natural and completely nude form. Her entire body was varying shades of blue, mostly dark, and it had startled him. Her breasts were high and firm little handfuls of soft blue flesh tipped with nearly black navy blue areolas.

It had been her pussy that startled him most though. Her groin was hairless and the same shade of blue as her nipples. Until he’d gotten up the courage to part her lips and expose her most private parts. Those – her clit and core – were the same startlingly contrasting pink shade as the tongue she loved to lick him with.

Then, the same as now, he’d been awestruck by the sight.

Then, the same as now, he’d licked and parted his lips in anticipation of tasting that pinkness as his hands moved to caress her.

Now, unlike then, she wasn’t letting him touch and that fact snapped him completeack ack to the present with a near growl of protest.

Straightening easily from her stretch, Mystique kept herself just beyond his reach until he stopped trying to touch her. Once that happened she looked at his sulking expression with a purely feminine smile and deliberately began touching herself as she knew he wanted to.

"This is really what you want, isn’t it?"

He watched silently as she cupped her breasts in her hands then moved those hands down her flat smooth stomach, over her lean hips then slowly inward to the sweet spot between her legs.

"Isn’t it?" she demanded as she parted her slick folds, sent one long finger sliding into herself then removed the glistening digit to lick off her juices as he would have done given the chance.

Finally he gave a nod in answer to her question, but she clearly wanted more.

In the blink of an eye she was gone from the spot she’d been standing and cleanly knocking him back flat on the mattress with a cat like leap of her lithe body.

Slightly winded from her contact with his chest he laid there passively as she shifted atop him to straddle his thighs and hold his arms pinned to the bed next to his hips.

"Tell me this is what you want," she demanded when his eyes finally focused on hers. "Tell me this is who you want."

Defiantly he smirked up at her and refused to answer no matter how much his cock was twitching to get into the wet heat of her body he felt so close to it.

"Don’t tell me then," her yellow eyes gleamed dangerously. "I’ll guess."

Releasing his arms she sat upright and transformed into a nude Kitty.

"We both know you don’t wanna fuck one one," she ran her hands over her new image. "You love to see your precious Pryde on her knees sucking you off, but you know she’s too tame to give you a good fuck even with me wearing her image."

Knowing her statement to be true there he said nothing and watched her shifted into a replica of BoomBoom.

"Now this one," she fluffed the short blonde hair she now sported, "we could have some fun with, but I won’t play that game. I know just how much you liked having the little slut under my roof while I wasn’t here and those memories will have to suffice unless you’re willing to go pursue the bitch."

Knew she’d been jealous of Tabitha, Lance thought with a cocky grin at her words.

"But maybe what you want isn’t me and isn’t as obvious as those two," she frowned thoughtfully, bent to pin his arms to the bed once more and began morphing again. "Maybe this is what you really want."

With a shout of genuine surprise and revulsion he broke free of her hold and moved quickly to reverse their positions so he was pinning her to the mattress.

"That is not funny," he snarled.

"Oh, I think it is," she said with Pietro’s smug attitude as she smirked up at him wearing the annoying Quicksilver’s image.

"I want you," he ended her little game by saying clearly while looking through the guise of Pietro’s blue eyes down into her yellow ones. "I want my Mystique."

"Your Mystique, Alvers?" asked archly while morphing back into her natural form.

To hide the joy his words gave her, Mystique quickly rolled them so she was again on top.

"Yeah," he worked his hands free of hers and raised them to her tits to firmly squeeze the flesh and twist her nipples like he knew she loved. "Mine."

"And mine," she countered his possessive actions by moving her blue hands to wrap around and stroke his cock.

"Yes," he hissed as her thumb rubbed over his slit, "yours."

"Good boy," she cooed before releasing him and bending down to kiss his lips.

Kissing was the only thing they did without a power struggle and they both loved it most of all they did. It didn’t matter who was initiating the caress or using the most tongue or showed the most hunger. Their mouths met, lips parted, tongues joined and in that joining they were always equals.

Moaning, Raven slid her hands into his hair and softly cradled the back of his head to deepen the kiss as he groaned and wrapped his arms around her back – curling his hands up over her shoulders – with the same goal in mind.

Soon the twisting of their tongues in each other’s mouths and the breathtaking intensity of their kisses had their hips rocking together to try and join their bodies in similar intimacy.

Without breaking the kiss they currently exchanged Lance obeyed the urgings of his cock, tightened his arms around her and rolled their bodies. Once above her again he parted her thighs with his knees and found his place between them.

They broke apart to cry out in reaction to his shaft sinking swiftly in to her body.

Determined after those kisses to repay his lover for the pleasure she’d given him by acting out his fantasy with the stuck-up X-Girl who would never appreciate him, Lance kissed his way along her jaw to her left ear.

"I want you, Mystique," he whispered hotly and meant it as he slowly rocked his body in to hers. "Only you," he nipped her earlobe sharply before sucking a path down the sif hef her neck.

His words caused her to buck and moan beneath him, but he knew she wasn’t cumming yet.

Her fingernails sank into the flesh of his upper back as he continued to make love to her gently.

Worshipfully.

Wanting to make her come now he moved his right hand between them to work her clit over with his fingers while his other hand squeezed her left breast and his mouth beo suo suck hard on her right nipple.

"Lance," she moaned and twisted under him, but fought off the orgasm.

Smiling at her stubbornness so like his own, he increased the pressure of all he was doing.

The slightly increased speed of his thrusts had her legs locking tightly around his flexing hips. The pleasurably painful tug and twist of her hard left nipple between his thumb and forefinger had her hissing out his name in delight. The suction he applied to her right breast and the deliberate scrape of his teeth over the sensitive flesh had her arching hard against him as her hands tangled tightly in his shaggy brown hair. The scratch of his neatly trimmed thumbnail over her engorged clit mixed in with the grinding and pinching of his fingers over the bundle erveerves that had her throwing her head back and falling silent as her body jerked in orgasm.

Feeling her clench around his cock like the most divine vise, he stopped the movement of his hips to keep himself from coming again just yet.

At the same moment he quickly removed his mouth from her breast so he could watch her face in this instant. Always it surprised him that she came quietly when she could be such a talker in bed. She was beautiful though and the silent way she let the pleasure claim her was more erotic to him than Tabitha’s almost theatric moans and cries.

So, like he did any chance he got to, he watched Mystique come. Memorizing the way her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth parted for a scream of ecstasy that never made it out of her arched throat and how the twist of her features made it look like she was in such agony then the brunt of the storm inside her would pass and her face would relax even as her body continued to jerk and convulse. It was then that she finally made noise – gasping and panting for breath to fill the lungs she seemed to stop using the moment she climaxed then emitting these satisfied little noises as her system returned to normal.

In the beginning he’d shot off like a rocket after watching her go through that then collapsed completely worn out from his orgasm. Even now, after having had the pleasure so many times and built up quite a bit more stamina, it was an intense struggle not to begin thrusting wildly and spill his boiling semen into her.

Finally she was back to her wicked self and noticing his tense restraint and he gladly allowed her to roll him on to his back.

Mystique tried to smirk down at him for having regained the upper hand in their sex games, but she ended up just smiling.

She wanted to be teasing and taunting and get him shouting out again what a bitch she was, but instead she found herself looking into his eyes and moving her hips in a way that thrilled them both.

Part of her hated when it was like this. When he changed the tempo and played the lover intent on satisfying her and, with his actions, tempered the anger that was almost always inside her. It made her soft and loving in return. And ultimately vulnerable.

With an inner self-deprecating smirk, she wondered how the hell it was a young man so close in age to her very own estranged child could make her vulnerable.

But as Lance gazed at her while running his hands over her body and thrusting his hips up to meet hers as they came down, she really didn’t give a damn about the how’s and why’s.

Firmly labeling the emotions stirring inside her as ‘lust’ she bent tss hss him as she rolled their bodies on to their sides.

This was a new position for them and he pulled back to look at her curiously regarding the shift.

In answer, she guided his hand to her thigh and had him drape her leg over his hip and keep a grip on her flesh to help him thrust into her. Then she stared into his eyes and rolled her pelvis against him until he picked up the rhythm she was dictating. Once their lower bodies were moving to drive them to a slow but fulfilling climax she slid her free hand into his hair and brought their mouths back together.

For the first time their mating was like their kisses.

Equal.

Without stle ale and meant to please both.

As she felt herself beginning to come she broke the kiss and pressed his face in the crook of her shoulder so he wouldn’t see how very vulnerable she was this time.

Confused himself by this deeper than physical joining Lance gladly hid against her flesh, pressing hot wet kisses along the skin near his mouth, as he heard her noises stop in that telltale manner at the same moment his spurting cock thrust to the hilt into her clenching sheath.

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Holding each other like this was another first after the countless times they’d been together Lance and Mystique both realized as their climaxes faded, their breathing and pulses returned to normal and the sweat started drying on their skin.

Lance kept his head against her soft blue chest and tried to count up how many times they had done it on the occasions they’d been able to be together over the past three years.

As Mystique ran her fingers through the damp hair at his forehead and the nape of his neck, they both wondered why the hell it hadn’t been like this sooner.

Suddenly a thought occurred to him that made Avalanche frown and unconsciously tighten his arms around her.

He’d always known that a lot of why she did this with him was to keep him happy as a member of her Brotherhood team, but suddenly he hoped very much that that wasn’t the only reason.

"Is this," he swallowed like the insecure young man he often was, "Is this what you want?"

Surprised by the question and the answer that immediately sprang to mind, Mystique stopped her idle caresses of his hair and pulled back a little to look into his face. Seeing the insecurity and vulnerability there that she had learned to suppress and keep hidden after many painful years of experience a smile she hoped he didn’t recognize as loving touched her lips.

"Yes, it is," she assured him while looking straight and honestly into his eyes.

Feeling a little stupid Lance covered his relieved sigh with a little laugh and pulled her mouth to his for a distracting kiss.

Returning the kiss with a sigh of her own, which she covered with a moan of pleasure, Raven recalled the answer she’d refused to verbalize to his question. Her heart, mind, body and soul’s reaction that said ‘this’ was what shelwaylways wanted.