Decadent Desires
folder
X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,364
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,364
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own X-Men Evolution, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
Decadent Desires
Disclaimer: They’re not mine.
Rated R for now. NC-17 in future chapters.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pietro had dreaded this day since last week as he nibbled on a cheese sandwich. Kitty Pryde was coming over and Lance was cleaning their filthy couch. Two events that by themselves meant nothing, but together they could mean only one thing. Lance was going to fuck Kitty.
That evil horrid couch Pietro thought. The one Lance used to screw Tabitha on. The one Tabitha used to screw half of Bayville on. The one Fred used to do God knows what on. He was in a foul mood and couldn’t concentrate and his lunch. Snooping always cheered up him up. Why not go check out what the others had in their rooms?
Pietro noticed that Wanda’s room was left slightly open. She always locked the room when she went out. Pietro couldn’t resist the temptation and quickly entered the room. Pietro began looking around and trying to find anything that might be a juicy bit of gossip about his twin. Most of her intimate belongings were locked up or hidden, the result of living with four boys, but Pietro noticed that her top drawer on her dresser was unlocked. Curiosity got the better of him and he began to examine its contents. He came upon a pair of her pink frilly panties. Pietro thought it was odd that Wanda would wear such a thing, but the thought of her in them surprisingly excited him. Pietro picked up the panties and began to sniff them. They had a slight perfume scent that Pietro deeply inhaled the way a teenager would a freshly photocopied test.
His body now seemed to have a mind of his own as he pulled down his pants and underwear to put the tiny panties on. Another boy would have ripped them, but they fit snugly on Pietro’s lithe frame. Why did it feel so good to put on his sister’s panties? Pietro thought. Was he a girl trapped in a boy’s body? Was he attracted to women? Was he..*gulp* attracted to his sister? No he loved boys more than life itself. It was the thought of Lance making love to him in these panties that excited him. Pietro then laid down on Wanda's bed. He masterbated with the panties on, laid his head on his sister’s pillow, and drifted off to sleep.
When Pietro awoke, he heard the tv from the living room and a girlish giggling. “Pryde!” Pietro peered into the living room and saw Lance and Kitty making out. The jealously in him burned, but at least they were not having sex. He needed to stop this, but didn’t know how. If he walked in there, Lance would kill him. Maybe Toad or Pyro could help?
Todd couldn’t take anymore of John’s teasing. He badly wanted the Aussie to pull down his pants and have his way with him. John had that dangerous look in his eyes that screamed sex and Todd was willing to let the boy do anything to him. But John wanted to make Todd beg. He liked it when his boyfriend whimpered and whined. “How much do you want me mate?” John smirked.
“Come on John, you know I want you.” Todd lustfully moaned.
John leaned over and passionately kissed Todd on the mouth. Todd took in the pleasure and was about to return the kiss when Pietro stormed into the room.
“Don’t you know how to knock, yo?” Todd angrily bellowed.
“I need you guys to help stop what is happening on the couch.” Pietro quickly spoke not even noticing the foreplay that was occurring.
“Does it look like we give a shit?” John snapped back as he straddled Todd. “Why don’t you stop being a jealous little queen and go find yourself a guy that’s not straight. Stop chasing someone that doesn’t like you.”
John then turned his attention back to his boyfriend as his tongue licked its way down Todd’s stomach. “As for you, I think I need to take a little inventory.”
Lance had been waiting all night to get up the nerve to ask Kitty. He felt that they built all night to this moment, but Kitty showed no sign that she was ready. He was about to give up when he tried asking her one last time. “Kitty I don’t know how to say this...”
"I...I want you inside of me, Lance..." she whispered, still looking in his eyes. She ran her delicate fingers through his dark brown hair. He lifted himself on top of her to meet her lips. She let her hands drift to his pants, unbuckled and slipped them off at the same time. She took his hardness in her hands, and ran her fingers up and down. She stole a glance at Lance, who was trying his best to control himself. She smiled, but before he slipped himself inside, he stopped to give Kitty a look.
Kitty looked at him, puzzled. Then she figured it out. "Oh..." she chuckled. "Of course..." She reached over to her purse next to the bed and pulled out a condom. She handed it to Lance, confident he knew what to do. She placed a hand on his cheek as he put it on. As soon as he was done, he looked down at Kitty, who nodded an invitation.
Tenderly he pressed himself inside her, and Kitty's back arched as soon as he did. He looked at her, worried he had hurt her, but the look on her face was assurance that she didn't want him to stop. He thrust himself in and out of her, harder and harder with every push. Her hips cushioned his, the two bodies rhythmically forcing themselves into climax. Lance felt a new wave of ecstasy he only imagined existed. She felt herself coming, and she dug her nails hard in his flesh. A wave of intensity swept through her, and at the same instance, she felt an explosion of white heat in between her legs. She screamed out, throwing her head into the pillow.
He held his breath, unable to move, and felt all of the energy drained from his body. He held on to Kitty, he held on to her like she was the only thing to hold on to. He dropped himself on top of her, and let his face rest in the crook of her head and her neck. For a while, the only thing that kept him in tune with reality was breathing in her sweet scent.
Pietro watched this display from the hallway and was disgusted. Seeing Lance have sex made him hard earlier, but the sight of Lance being romantic to Kitty made him soft as jello. That should have been him on that couch and not Pryde. Pietro thought about going over to the Xavier mansion to screw with the X-Men. Maybe he could find what he needed there? Perhaps Pyro was right.
Rated R for now. NC-17 in future chapters.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pietro had dreaded this day since last week as he nibbled on a cheese sandwich. Kitty Pryde was coming over and Lance was cleaning their filthy couch. Two events that by themselves meant nothing, but together they could mean only one thing. Lance was going to fuck Kitty.
That evil horrid couch Pietro thought. The one Lance used to screw Tabitha on. The one Tabitha used to screw half of Bayville on. The one Fred used to do God knows what on. He was in a foul mood and couldn’t concentrate and his lunch. Snooping always cheered up him up. Why not go check out what the others had in their rooms?
Pietro noticed that Wanda’s room was left slightly open. She always locked the room when she went out. Pietro couldn’t resist the temptation and quickly entered the room. Pietro began looking around and trying to find anything that might be a juicy bit of gossip about his twin. Most of her intimate belongings were locked up or hidden, the result of living with four boys, but Pietro noticed that her top drawer on her dresser was unlocked. Curiosity got the better of him and he began to examine its contents. He came upon a pair of her pink frilly panties. Pietro thought it was odd that Wanda would wear such a thing, but the thought of her in them surprisingly excited him. Pietro picked up the panties and began to sniff them. They had a slight perfume scent that Pietro deeply inhaled the way a teenager would a freshly photocopied test.
His body now seemed to have a mind of his own as he pulled down his pants and underwear to put the tiny panties on. Another boy would have ripped them, but they fit snugly on Pietro’s lithe frame. Why did it feel so good to put on his sister’s panties? Pietro thought. Was he a girl trapped in a boy’s body? Was he attracted to women? Was he..*gulp* attracted to his sister? No he loved boys more than life itself. It was the thought of Lance making love to him in these panties that excited him. Pietro then laid down on Wanda's bed. He masterbated with the panties on, laid his head on his sister’s pillow, and drifted off to sleep.
When Pietro awoke, he heard the tv from the living room and a girlish giggling. “Pryde!” Pietro peered into the living room and saw Lance and Kitty making out. The jealously in him burned, but at least they were not having sex. He needed to stop this, but didn’t know how. If he walked in there, Lance would kill him. Maybe Toad or Pyro could help?
Todd couldn’t take anymore of John’s teasing. He badly wanted the Aussie to pull down his pants and have his way with him. John had that dangerous look in his eyes that screamed sex and Todd was willing to let the boy do anything to him. But John wanted to make Todd beg. He liked it when his boyfriend whimpered and whined. “How much do you want me mate?” John smirked.
“Come on John, you know I want you.” Todd lustfully moaned.
John leaned over and passionately kissed Todd on the mouth. Todd took in the pleasure and was about to return the kiss when Pietro stormed into the room.
“Don’t you know how to knock, yo?” Todd angrily bellowed.
“I need you guys to help stop what is happening on the couch.” Pietro quickly spoke not even noticing the foreplay that was occurring.
“Does it look like we give a shit?” John snapped back as he straddled Todd. “Why don’t you stop being a jealous little queen and go find yourself a guy that’s not straight. Stop chasing someone that doesn’t like you.”
John then turned his attention back to his boyfriend as his tongue licked its way down Todd’s stomach. “As for you, I think I need to take a little inventory.”
Lance had been waiting all night to get up the nerve to ask Kitty. He felt that they built all night to this moment, but Kitty showed no sign that she was ready. He was about to give up when he tried asking her one last time. “Kitty I don’t know how to say this...”
"I...I want you inside of me, Lance..." she whispered, still looking in his eyes. She ran her delicate fingers through his dark brown hair. He lifted himself on top of her to meet her lips. She let her hands drift to his pants, unbuckled and slipped them off at the same time. She took his hardness in her hands, and ran her fingers up and down. She stole a glance at Lance, who was trying his best to control himself. She smiled, but before he slipped himself inside, he stopped to give Kitty a look.
Kitty looked at him, puzzled. Then she figured it out. "Oh..." she chuckled. "Of course..." She reached over to her purse next to the bed and pulled out a condom. She handed it to Lance, confident he knew what to do. She placed a hand on his cheek as he put it on. As soon as he was done, he looked down at Kitty, who nodded an invitation.
Tenderly he pressed himself inside her, and Kitty's back arched as soon as he did. He looked at her, worried he had hurt her, but the look on her face was assurance that she didn't want him to stop. He thrust himself in and out of her, harder and harder with every push. Her hips cushioned his, the two bodies rhythmically forcing themselves into climax. Lance felt a new wave of ecstasy he only imagined existed. She felt herself coming, and she dug her nails hard in his flesh. A wave of intensity swept through her, and at the same instance, she felt an explosion of white heat in between her legs. She screamed out, throwing her head into the pillow.
He held his breath, unable to move, and felt all of the energy drained from his body. He held on to Kitty, he held on to her like she was the only thing to hold on to. He dropped himself on top of her, and let his face rest in the crook of her head and her neck. For a while, the only thing that kept him in tune with reality was breathing in her sweet scent.
Pietro watched this display from the hallway and was disgusted. Seeing Lance have sex made him hard earlier, but the sight of Lance being romantic to Kitty made him soft as jello. That should have been him on that couch and not Pryde. Pietro thought about going over to the Xavier mansion to screw with the X-Men. Maybe he could find what he needed there? Perhaps Pyro was right.