Psychological Warfare

I don't own any Marvel characters. I just like to mess with them.

This was done as a birthday gift for a very special friend when she turned nineteen.
We used to joke about being like those characters and role played them in awkward situations all the time (for shits and giggles of course).

Just so you all know, I did not do any past checks on the characters, so I have no idea what their lives were like previous to joining the x-men. Sorry to any die-hard x-men fans if I totally raped Roberto's past.

So here's the story. This is my first time uploading a fanfic. Please be gentle if you have any comments or advice.

Psychological Warfare

It was another one of those days for Ray Crisp. You know those days, the ones that you wished that instead of getting out of bed it had swallowed you whole. The whole day had been bad from the beginning. It had started out waking up iced to his bunk thanks to Bobby. It had felt all sorts of wrong when he’d had to plead to Roberto to help him out and belatedly he realized that the Brazilian didn’t wear anything to bed…

The naked boy that was foremost in his thoughts entered their shared room, this time, wearing clothes after his from karate practice shower. Ray noticed that the kid didn’t get paler like some of their other team members after spending a year in a colder climate, far north compared to the sweaty places they came from. Personally he didn’t get it although he was sure it had something to do with having ultra strength via sunlight…not to mention the ability to fly. The fucking bastard acted like he was almighty and powerful beyond comparison. Ray hated him he decided, glaring.

That’s when Roberto noticed that he was being stared at. Looking quizzical, as he towel dried his hair he managed to send the other occupant of the room a glare of equal dislike. Ray registered that his room mate realized he’d been staring and shrugged it off, returning to his book on how to make various colors happen in fireworks.

The Brazilian across the room felt strong feelings of annoyance at being simply shrugged off. And in his thick accent cleared his throat and stated: “What were you staring at?” Ray didn’t look up from his book and shrugged in response. Roberto flinched as he felt the burning of anger curl around in him. “You were staring.” He stood and crossed the room. “At me, I want to know why.” Ray finally put his book down, glaring frigidly at Roberto. “Drop dead.” He enunciated clearly. Suddenly his book was flaming, “Fuck!” dropping the book, which was from the professors’ library by the way, on the floor. Ray jumped from the bed and began stomping.

Roberto had returned to his bed, satisfied that his anger and annoyance had been conveyed, and began to undress, it was late after all. People would be settling down soon even if they didn’t have compulsory curfew. From the opposite side of the room Ray picked up the book, now slightly charred, “Dickhead, this doesn’t belong to me!” he turned around just as Roberto had shimmied out of his knickers. “FUCK! Put some fucking clothes on you ass licking weirdo!” He yelled. Roberto turned to look at the older boy.

Noticing finally, the redness of Rays’ ears he grinned as a maniacal plan began to take shape in his twisted little head. He’d never have thought of it if he’d never had older brothers in a gang. Never in all his life would he have thought of mentally branding someone like that…Oh yes, all he needed to do to Ray was show him who was boss. In the span of two seconds he was plastered against Ray in a full body hug, pressing every last bit of himself as tightly as possible against the older boy. “Crispy? Let us be good friends!” He said in a happy-go-lucky voice that sounded like syrup.

Ray knew the minute silence had reigned that Sunspot had won this battle, his whole body tensed as he felt every last inch of Roberto touch him. Every last NAKED inch of Roberto pressed up against his back. “Get off of ME!” Berserker commanded his voice hardly above a whisper as his powers began to spark and rise around them in jagged strings. A light sneer like noise came from the shorter teen; it rose with Rays’ evident anger. “Do you hate me so much?” Roberto asked. “Why are you naked? Why are you hugging me! That’s disgusting!” Ray countered, struggling against Sunspots obvious strength advantage. Roberto laughed harder. “It is embarrassing for you?!” “NO!” Ray yelped his face as red as a tomato. Roberto laughed lowly and slowly stood on his tip toes, thus sliding his whole body up Ray’s back, making said boy shudder. Roberto smiled, breath tickling Ray’s ear, “You are funny! Why are you afraid of yourself?” with the question hanging in Berserkers mind, Sunspot wetly kissed the back of his opponents neck. Roberto powered down and hopped into bed, retiring for the night.

Ray stood there, his whole being vibrating with his tension, still facing the wall. That had not been pleasant. It wasn’t that Ray wasn’t used to freaks doing weird things to him, it wasn’t that he had never been around homosexuals, but he’d prided himself on being straight. He was wasn’t he?! Well, when he thought about women they weren’t small breasted skinny things. He loved curvy women, who were bright and passionate and wild, that’s why he liked being around Jubilee. But, this was an... experience; he’d never felt such…want. It was so strong, just like Roberto. This was different from girls, he’d felt power just as much as he’d felt weak, most girls radiated fragility; femininity.

He’d never been attracted to boys, never sneaked peeks in the shower rooms, and never thought about, that-with boys. That was unheard of, wrong even, disgusting. But that had been way different feeling, it hadn’t felt gross, okay the slobber was, that was pretty wet. Ray whipped the slobber off his neck feeling totally annoyed at what was happening in his head, both of them! Ray finally turned around, looking at the bed with an already peacefully sleeping Roberto. His dark skin covered his well toned body. Ray knew he should sleep, but unfortunately his dick had other plans…

He sat on his bed, his knees finally protesting standing so rigidly. He glared at Roberto, again, as his body remembered the feeling of his room mates hard body against his. “Sick.” Ray commented, his body becoming more aroused at his thoughts, as his concentration wavered. Why not explore this chemical reaction? He asked himself. Rays mind warred with itself, was it wrong? Had Roberto really meant being just friends? Sure he was just being friendly. He was from Brazil after all; maybe their customs were similar to some of those from Europe? He had to be yanking his chain; it was the only explanation…

Morning couldn’t come soon enough.

And after an agonizingly long night Ray watched Roberto wake up, sit up in bed and stretch. Soon after rising from the bed and bending over to touch his toes, groaning as he did so. Ray mentally groaned with him, was it really possible for this to be happening? Roberto stood to his full height and stretched up onto his toes “Ahh…” he hissed lightly. “How did you sleep?” he asked the taller teen without turning to even look over his shoulder. Ray snorted loudly, “Sleep?! You fucking prick! What did you do to me?” Sunspot laughed and bent over again to pick up his boxers slidding into them. “I did nothing.” Ray sat up quickly, “THE FUCK YOU DIDN’T!” He yelled pointing at his crotch. “Crispy it is rude to yell early in the morning. There is more then I living in this building.” Roberto chastised through his shirt. “I did not do anything to you that you didn’t enjoy or like.” He added before grabbing his towel off the back of his chair and leaving. “Don’t call me Crispy!” Ray yelled after him.

Ray sat there staring at the door, “Enjoy?! Like?!” he repeated to himself. Angrily he stood remembering the camping trip they were to go on with Wolverine, which they were to be ready for in an hour and a half. Grumbling he grabbed his towel and headed for the showers. Upon reaching the showers, Ray realized he’d not be able to get rid of his little problem sans Roberto. The place was already full of boys cleaning themselves, the steam from the hot showers so thick one could hardly see. “Gee you guys, could you turn down the heat a bit?” Bobby’s voice sounded through the fog. “I’ll melt!” There were a couple of snickers “If you can’t stand the heat get outta the fire!” Was Sam’s laughing reply as a loud whipping noise was heard accompanied by a series of scuffle type noises mixed with laughter, “Shut up Sam!” Bobby laughed, “Whose gonna make me?” Sam grunted.

Ray groaned as he stepped into the hot water, desperately trying to ignore his situation. Roberto appeared next to him, shoving him against the wet tiled wall, “Shh!” he coaxed, pressing his body to Rays. Ray groaned again, the situation had gone from bad to worse. “Get lost you shithead!” Berserker whispered commandingly, even as his body tightened further. Roberto smiled triumphantly grabbing Ray’s arms and pinning them to his side, knowing full well the guy couldn’t use his powers and risk hurting the rest of his male team mates and Xavier’s students. “Fucking bastard…Let me go!” Ray mumbled struggling against Roberto’s sun powered strength. “Shh!” Roberto hissed again, leaning in and licking Ray’s collar bone. The spiky haired teen shuddered at the wet touch as the hot water raced down their bodies into the drain.

The scuffle and wet towel weapon competition continued on as Roberto playfully nipped Ray’s nipples, his breathing coming faster as his team mate bit down his abdomen, pausing to tongue fuck a belly button resting between a toned six pack. Ray was frantic, he could hear the rest of the guys close by, being idiots, he knew that Roberto didn’t care what the others would think, Ray knew that Roberto could either brag about it or shrug it off, the kid had guts. Ray also knew he couldn’t do that, Bobby and Sam would never let him live this down. They would never let him live it down that he’d enjoyed it. So he began to struggle further as Roberto began to nuzzle the area just below his navel. “Let go!” Ray begged, “Please!” he added hoping that it would appeal to Roberto’s polite side to free him and go back to his own shower.

No such luck. Roberto slid up Ray’s body smiling like the cat that had gotten the cream. He shoved his hips against the taller teens, satisfied with the stifled moan that escaped from a lonely looking pair of lips. Roberto relished the feelings coursing through his body, he didn’t care if Ray protested, his body said otherwise. Slowly he tilted his head back to look the other boy in the eyes. Ray was silently pleading to every deity he’d ever heard of that Roberto would just lay off, his eyes scrunched shut, only to be greeted with a second, slower rock against his hips. Ray opened his mouth as a sigh leased from it, only to have something stroke his bottom lip firmly. Roberto grinned as Ray moved into that particular pressure, hanging his head for better access. Roberto licked Ray’s top lip and over the bottom. Ray’s breath hitched loudly, his pants overshadowed by the uninterrupted laughter and wrestling between Bobby and Sam as the others rooted for one or the other. “Bobby! Here!” Evan said probably giving Bobby a twisted towel. “No fair!” ,was Sam’s loud reprove. All unbeknownst to what was happening only a few shower heads away.

“OUCH! Sam that HURT!” Bobby’s laugh snapping Ray out of his stupor just as Roberto kissed him fully on the mouth silencing any possible objections. Roberto smiled inwardly as he pulled out of the kiss, leaving Ray panting heavily, his cock pressed firmly to the shorter teens’ stomach. He bent at the knees evenly until he met the floor. Still holding Ray’s wrists to the slippery wall he sucked on the inside of a thigh. Another hitch in breath told him Ray was indeed enjoying it, no matter what he said “What are you doing?” Ray’s hushed voice met his ears. Roberto decided conversation was superfluous and took to showing Ray exactly what he was doing. Him. Slowly he licked up the underside of Ray’s dick, causing said boy to smother what would have been a very lewd, obvious sounding noise.

Roberto hummed a light tune, making sure the noise would only be noticed by his captive. Ray panted, annoyance surfacing that Roberto could be humming a lively tune at THIS particular time. “Hey!” Ray protested, as a mouth carefully closed around the head of his penis, “You-!” ,his choked whisper caught in his throat as the humming continued, this time around his penis. Ray felt his hips rise towards the warm mouth that was engulfing him. This was wrong! He had to get away before the others noticed, “Stop!” Ray gasped, his voice barely above a whisper sounded pathetic and unsure even to himself. Roberto continued his onslaught taking as much of Ray into his mouth as possible, all the while humming. After all he always hummed in the shower.

“Hey dudes vhere is Ray and Roberto?” Kurt’s thick German accent sounded. To Ray’s amazement the brawl didn’t disband in hopes of finding the two unlikely room mates. “Knowing those two, likely sleeping , they were yelling tons last night. YEOUCH!” Sam blabbed, sounding as though he knew something the others didn’t. “Well we have to leave in a just a little over an hour, someone should wake them up, and Bobby you should stop harassing Sam before one of you looses an eye!” Scott said bossily. “Aw, Scott you’re such a stick in the mud!” Evan complained as a loud snapping noise followed immediately afterwards. “That is IT Evan!” Scott yelped and a larger scuffle ensued.

Ray groaned as he felt the grip around his wrists loosen. He shoved his hips into Roberto’s mouth. The steaming water ran down Roberto’s face and he removed his hands from Rays’ wrists to grip the older teens’ hips, shoving them towards the damp wall. Ray could feel Roberto’s tongue sliding along the underside of his cock and his hips moved against his will towards his teammates face again; this time however Roberto was prepared and reared his head back. He looked up at Ray to see the older teen had his eyes squeezed shut, his lips lightly parted letting his panting breaths escape, and his face red down to his shoulders. Roberto grinned, “Crispy…” He whispered the older boy’s nickname. Ray hesitantly cracked open an eye, turning redder as he met eyes with Roberto, “Watch.” Roberto commanded quietly. Ray turned even redder and as Sunspot moved to taste his cock again and couldn’t help but watch. His breathing escalated further when Roberto fisted the base of his member, pumping up and down, still sucking on as much of it as he could fit in between his swollen lips.

Roberto kept his gaze evenly on Ray’s face, he was surprised that Ray had stopped protesting, further more that he tried to maintain eye contact with him. Roberto knew that this would have to stop soon. Once the rest of their friends would leave the showers as most of the steam would be dispersed and the position they were in could be highly embarrassing. Increasing the speed at which he moved his fist and continuing to press his left hand firmly against Ray’s abdomen, he teased the slit on the head of the dick in his mouth. Ray managed to strangle yet another moan by biting his bottom lip looking as though he was still about to run away. This, he decided was the perfect time to stop. And he did. He pulled back and watched; grinning at the horrified open mouthed expression morphing Crispy's face. It looked akin to a gaping fish. Roberto slowly rose to his full height making sure his wet chest was pressed firmly against Ray’s but that nothing touched the other boys’ gentiles.

The two stopped and listened to their teammates laughter and jeers as wet towels were wrung and snapped at one another, totally unawares of what had just-what was still transpiring near them. Ray finally blinked, “What the fuck?” He asked his voice lowered despite his obvious anger. Roberto smiled brightly, backed away from Berserker and pointedly ogled Ray’s fully aroused crotch. The high blush that spanned from Ray’s face to half way down his chest intensified mightily when Roberto reached out and petted his dick while staring intently into Ray’s eyes. The eye contact was cut of course when Ray’s eyes rolled back into his skull at the firm grip Roberto used on him, his breath wrung from his lungs and he leaned heavily into the tiled wall behind him. “Why’d… you… stop?” He asked his whispered voice sounding heavy.

“I thought you would want me to.” The caress moved over the top of Ray’s penis. “Yes!” Came Ray’s harsh murmur, Roberto stopped the movement of his hand, watching Ray screw up his face. “No! Don’t Sto-!” The older boy quickly changed his mind.
Roberto cocked his head to the side. He’d known that his brothers had participated in such acts to ruin people in other gangs, to shame them, but they’d never told him that it was arousing for the person in control. “OW! Scott! That was me!” Bobby complained near by. “Sorry Bobby!” Scott called apologetically, “The steam is so thick!” Roberto smiled and held his hand still again, the steam was indeed very thick as Mr. Summers implied. But, he really had no idea just how thick it was. Ray finally realized and opened his eyes, “You finish this!” he ordered attempting to sound threatening, although he knew he was trapped. Roberto looked at him clearly unaffected by the warning.

Ray to his credit was thinking at a rather unusual speed and quickly came to the conclusion that he would have to change his tactics if he were to get what he now wanted so badly. “Please.” He quietly stated, trying to gauge his room mates’ emotions. Roberto encouraged him to beg more freely and got on his knees slowly, “Please?” Ray watched as the younger teen reached his knees keenly aware of the others moving and being complete idiots only a few paces away. He kept his gaze leveled on Roberto’s and he hung his head, feeling slightly shameful at being put in a position that made him beg. “Please!” the muttered admission got a breath of cool air across his groin, causing his body to tense further. “Please!” he begged again, “please don’t stop!” Roberto grinned having got what he wanted.

He stood suddenly pinning Ray between the slippery wall and a nasty kiss, his tongue plunging into Ray’s mouth licking and sucking. A light groan escaped Roberto as he rubbed his erection against Ray’s thigh. Leaving Ray’s lips he licked his way back down his neck, traveling back to his prey’s arousal. Gently resting himself on his knees he took the dick in his hand and swirled his tongue around the head before licking down the underside to the base where he sucked lightly. The sounds of the shower room was noisy. The other guys battled it out to find out who was the best towel snapper. Their laughter, insults and cheering easily covering the shallow breathing and muted noises that Ray would dare utter. Roberto fisted Ray close to the base and began to suck on the head lightly, at first eager to find the release his captive was looking for. Soon though Ray felt that the pressure he was receiving was too good.

He couldn’t help himself as he fisted his right hand in Roberto’s soft wet locks to pull the boys; delicious mouth closer whilst shoving his hips forward. To his credit though because he couldn’t move a whole lot thanks to Roberto’s iron grip on his hips. Fingers pressing back, his ass firmly squashed to the damp tiles behind him. Roberto opened his mouth wider trying to accommodate the large cock. He began trying to ignore his gage reflex as he bobbed his head up and down over Ray’s rigid arousal. Ray’s breathing was short and laborious sounding, anyone who quieted down now could notice that something odd was happening in the haze of the shower room. Of course Roberto had to admit that he was listening closely to each noise that the other teen made.

Ray groaned again a little louder this time, panting heavily. He felt Roberto move his left hand slowly across and around to grope his ass, massaging lightly, somehow that felt good along with the intense pressure around his cock. He unconsciously widened is stance a little more to allow Roberto more room between his legs and felt said journeying hand move down then up under him. He didn’t know what to think when he felt Sunspot lightly trace the ring of muscles centered between the lobes of flesh it had been groping only moments before. Roberto sensed that Ray was close; he could also feel that the boy didn’t quite like what he was doing with his left hand. He grinned; triumph a few short moments away. Oh, yes this torment would wreak havoc on Ray’s over productive mind and surely traumatize the guy. Yes, this was indeed a suitable punishment for the other evening’s events. Plus he didn’t mind the strong arousal he was feeling.

Unheeding of the tensing of Rays body Roberto continued to trace the entrance of Ray’s body he was about to penetrate. He increased the pressure on the cock in his mouth at the same time he wiggled his middle finger into Ray’s passage. The boy above him made a sort of odd noise that could only be termed as something involving a choke and a hiss. It was a satisfying noise. Ray couldn’t believe that Roberto had just stuck a finger in him, worse; he couldn’t believe that it felt good. The finger began to move in and out at a sedate pace. Then to Ray’s utter astonishment the finger bent and hit something inside him causing his hips to twitch forward, a grunt breaking forth from his mouth. The pressure was too intense, with a few more strokes inward of Roberto’s finger hitting that spot and the wonderful suction on his member Ray felt his body start to tense abruptly.

Ray’s orgasm hit him full force, his body tensed rigidly and his knees began to buckle. Roberto easily supported the body above him in place, so as not to create a ruckus with the noise of a falling body. Surely the others would have noticed that. Still the combat of the mighty towel snappers continued on. Roberto listened intently not realizing he had a mouthful of semen for several long seconds. Soon he felt Ray’s pants subsiding and he worked the finger inside of the boy out slowly causing him to flinch slightly, drawing in a sharp breath. Roberto sighed and swallowed trying to contain the taste in his memory, thinking it slightly on the bitter side. He lowered Ray to the slick flooring, sitting him nicely. Still panting slightly Ray looked Roberto squarely in the face, “What the hell was that?” he asked. Roberto smiled, his eyes clearly laughing at Ray, whose expression grew dark at the mere amusement in Sunspots face. Finally Roberto trusted his voice to be quiet enough not to be heard by the others.

Instead though, he leant forward catching Ray’s lips with his own in a lazy smooch. Ray responded trying to dominate the kiss to re-assert his manliness. Roberto grinned into the kiss and spoke with his lips still pressed rather firmly to his roommates. “Psychological” he paused and kissed Ray harder, sucking on his tongue unmistakably reminding him of earlier activities before continuing with his explanation, “Warfare.” At first Ray was plainly confused but as his sexed up brain cleared from its impassioned fog he began to subtly stiffen. Roberto smiled and caressed Ray’s outer thighs where he’d left his hand after helping the taller teen to sit under the spray of warm water. He licked Ray’s lips and sucked on the bottom one while the older teen seemed to be caught in his reflections on what had just occurred between them. Ray was frowning deeply so Roberto bit his top lip pulling it softly and encircled Ray’s right wrist and tugged it towards his erection. The hand of its own accord fisted Roberto tightly, pumped twice and ended Roberto’s problem. Said teen quickly stood soon after, confusing Ray out of his stupor.

“What?!” he whispered again. Roberto looked down at Ray. A picture of long lanky teen sprawled, soaking and sated looking, on the bathroom floor. He grinned at Ray knowing he’d won and repeated himself, “Psychological Warfare.” Ray stiffened rage clouding over his lazy after sex expression completely. “I’ll kill you!” He muttered unforgiving. Roberto turned and left, easily avoiding the wet towel competition still raging carelessly on. Ray heard Kurt exclaim surprised at Roberto’s presence asking about his roommate. Roberto’s hilarity could be heard in his reply to the fuzzy one, “He’s on the floor.” There were a few confused noises as the scuffling between the others stopped. “Vhat?” Kurt asked clearly confused. Roberto snickered, opened the door and left.

Scott exchanged a worried glance with Evan and Kurt, the older boys knowing full well that Sunspot and Berserker did not get along well. Ray sat on the floor fuming and plotting ways to get back at the black spot. “Hey Ray!” Bobby and Sam said finding him in the back corner of the showers, on the floor just as Roberto had stated, sitting under a stream of now luke-warm water. Sam looked concerned but he was grinning with a certain knowledge that made Ray want to beat him with a really big stick. “Dude, you okay?” Bobby asked hyper-ly whilst offering a hand up. Ray took it, trying to act casual. “No.” Ray grumbled loudly. “What did Roberto do to you?” Evan asked slowly, trying to gauge the taller boys’ expressions.

Annoyance won out with Ray. “Fucking nothing!” Ray said throwing his arms in the air in anger. He shoved past the other boys, stomping maturely and letting the plexi-glass door slam loudly. The other boys stood silently in Ray’s wake as they could hear several things breaking and slamming as Ray stomped about. Sam’s smile was getting wider with every passing noise. Finally the others turned to look at him, “What’s so funny Sam?” Scott asked sounding as if his authority was being threatened by his lack of knowledge on the situation. Sam sighed and shook his head, “Finally.” He said. The others looked at him. “Finally?” They chorused. Sam smiled again, “They’ve decided to become friends.” He seemed to brim with happiness at that. The others still looked confused; they hardly ever had to worry about the two co-existing as fights occurred as often as broken objects flew from their room. “Are you sure?” Kurt asked. Sam smiled his all knowing smile.