From the Vaults: Nothin'
Author’s Note/Disclaimer:
I do not own Marvel, the XMen, XMen: Evolution, or any part thereof. This is a work of adult fan fiction and is intended solely for entertainment purposes. No disrespect or copy right infringement is intended by the author. I make no money from this work.
Warnings: Nudity, sexual situations and tension, masturbation. Dirty talk.
Nothin’
The door slid open as two figures slipped into the cavernous depths of the Institute’s most secret chamber, the home of the device called Cerebro. Their quick steps and raspy breath seem to echo back from the darkness. The dim lights along the catwalk allowed each to slowly make out the features of the other.
“Ah can’t believe Ah’m doin’ this. Oh mah Gawd! What if we get caught?”
“Shh…Let me shut down the security system in here and lock the door.” The larger figure moved toward the console and leaned over the machine as it began to wake, nimble fingers moved across the control panel.
“Yoah can do that?”
“Yeah. The Professor gave me the access codes years ago.”
“Damn! To think all the times Ah snuck in here and the door weren’t locked, Ah’dve been so busted.”
“You were busted.” She could barely make out a quick smile on her companion’s face.
“Ah didn’t mind. Was getting’ pretty lonely in here by mahself.” She moved to lean against the console, her eyes fixed on her companion as she began to slide one hand beneath the hem of her nightshirt. She could hear her companion’s breath catch as he noticed her movement. He leaned against the console himself, his own hand toying with the waistband of his pajamas.
“Yah gonna let me see something this time, Slim?” She taunted him as she pulled the hem of her nightshirt slowly upwards.
“I…don’t know. Maybe that’s going too far.” His hand stopped, gripping his waistband as if afraid she would take things into her own hands.
“Now come on honey…we ain’t doin’ nothin’. We can look can’t we? If we ain’t touchin’ it ain’t nothin’. Right?”
“Right. I guess…it’s nothin.’” He found her drawl becoming contagious as his gaze was locked on her now bare body. She carefully draped her nightshirt over the console and leaned against it. She looked at him pointedly as she began to lazily stroke circles around her already erect nipples.
He slipped off his pajama bottoms and, following her lead, draped them across the console. His cock was already achingly hard as he drank in the sight of her. Under all those clothes she had to wear to protect others and herself from her own powers, it was difficult to tell how beautiful she truly was. Perhaps it was because she was never touched by the sun, her skin was flawless and perfect. Her body was lightly muscled and slender, her breasts small, high and, to his eyes at least, firm. Her legs were long and graceful. He thought idly that she could have been a dancer as he watched her effortlessly lift one leg to rest along the console, giving him a perfect view of her untouched and untouchable center.
He shot a quick glance at her face as he began to stroke his cock. Her head was leaned forward and her eyes shone through the white-streaked veil of her hair. He could hear her breathing speeding up as his own pulse seemed to roar in his ears. One slender hand cupped her breast as the other stroked slowly between her legs. He braced himself against the cloth-covered machine behind him while he used one hand to slowly pump his dick and the other to gently knead his aching balls. He tried to match her movements with his hands, wishing he dared to touch her.
“Mmmm….Gawd Ah’m so hot!” She began to pant as her hand began to stroke more quickly, the other hand pinching her nipples. In response, he began to pump harder, grunting with the effort of maintaining control.
“Shit! Oh Gawd! Ah gotta cum or Ah’ll explode. Mmmm....” Her movements became more frantic and he paused in his rhythm, to watch her body writhing in the dim light. He loved this part, when she lost control of her body and her tongue.
“Fuck! Oh Gawd fuck me, fuck me…fuck me! Jeeesus…Ah need to come so bad…Oh Gawd! Just do it…Do it! Do it! Ahhhhh…..” Her voice trailed off into a wordless exclamation as her body shuddered, her head thrown back, her white-streaked hair spilling across the dull grey metal of the console. As she rested for a moment, panting from her efforts, he began pumping his cock slowly, waiting for her to recover.
“You wanted to see? Look at me Rogue.” His voice was deeper and harsher, even to his own ears. She dropped her leg from it’s place on the console and moved closer, eyes intent on him, flickering from his face to his cock and back. He bit his lip as he pumped harder, watching as she drew closer and closer to him. He could almost feel the heat of her body as she drew as close as she dared to his left side. Her hands cupped her breasts as she toyed idly with the nipples. He closed his eyes as he imagined what it would be like to replace her hands with his own hands and mouth. He could feel his heart racing in his chest and his own breath seemed to be loud in his ears.
“Cum for me, sugah. Ah wanna see ya cum.” He grunted with effort as he drove his body toward climax. He could feel her breath on his cheek and could feel soft caress of her hair against his shoulder.
“Oh God, Rogue. Please.” He pleaded, but for what he didn’t know. For her touch? Or for the lack of it?
“Come on, sugah. Give it to me! That’s whut ya came for ain’t it?” He moaned wordlessly as his body responded to her urgings. He pumped frantically, his eyes closed in concentration. His body went rigid with the power of his climax. When it was over, he collapsed against the console, panting.
“Good one?” He heard the rustle of fabric as she slipped her nightshirt over her head.
“Yeah….Good….You?” He fumbled for his pajama bottoms, cursing his lack of forethought. He’d forgotton about cleaning up in all the excitement. He began to pull up his pants as he debated whether his chances would be improved if he snuck in a second time to clean up.
“The best ‘nothin’ Ah ever had.” She ducked down below the console and pulled out a small cylinder. She tossed it to him and he struggled to catch it one handed. She chuckled as he recognized the tube of sanitizing wipes for what it was.
“Uh…thanks.” He quickly cleaned up the evidence and unlocked the room. He was still looking for a wastebasket when she slipped out behind him. When he was satisfied that no one would find anything incriminating, he replaced the wipes and slipped into the hall.
Just when he thought he was home free, he was startled by a harsh voice behind him.
“What are you doing down here in the middle of the night?” Damn, Logan was always prowling the grounds. The older man circled around him to give him a skeptical glare.
“Nothin.”
“Nothing eh?” Logan growled suspiciously.
“Nothin” Scott shrugged and walked away.
I do not own Marvel, the XMen, XMen: Evolution, or any part thereof. This is a work of adult fan fiction and is intended solely for entertainment purposes. No disrespect or copy right infringement is intended by the author. I make no money from this work.
Warnings: Nudity, sexual situations and tension, masturbation. Dirty talk.
Nothin’
The door slid open as two figures slipped into the cavernous depths of the Institute’s most secret chamber, the home of the device called Cerebro. Their quick steps and raspy breath seem to echo back from the darkness. The dim lights along the catwalk allowed each to slowly make out the features of the other.
“Ah can’t believe Ah’m doin’ this. Oh mah Gawd! What if we get caught?”
“Shh…Let me shut down the security system in here and lock the door.” The larger figure moved toward the console and leaned over the machine as it began to wake, nimble fingers moved across the control panel.
“Yoah can do that?”
“Yeah. The Professor gave me the access codes years ago.”
“Damn! To think all the times Ah snuck in here and the door weren’t locked, Ah’dve been so busted.”
“You were busted.” She could barely make out a quick smile on her companion’s face.
“Ah didn’t mind. Was getting’ pretty lonely in here by mahself.” She moved to lean against the console, her eyes fixed on her companion as she began to slide one hand beneath the hem of her nightshirt. She could hear her companion’s breath catch as he noticed her movement. He leaned against the console himself, his own hand toying with the waistband of his pajamas.
“Yah gonna let me see something this time, Slim?” She taunted him as she pulled the hem of her nightshirt slowly upwards.
“I…don’t know. Maybe that’s going too far.” His hand stopped, gripping his waistband as if afraid she would take things into her own hands.
“Now come on honey…we ain’t doin’ nothin’. We can look can’t we? If we ain’t touchin’ it ain’t nothin’. Right?”
“Right. I guess…it’s nothin.’” He found her drawl becoming contagious as his gaze was locked on her now bare body. She carefully draped her nightshirt over the console and leaned against it. She looked at him pointedly as she began to lazily stroke circles around her already erect nipples.
He slipped off his pajama bottoms and, following her lead, draped them across the console. His cock was already achingly hard as he drank in the sight of her. Under all those clothes she had to wear to protect others and herself from her own powers, it was difficult to tell how beautiful she truly was. Perhaps it was because she was never touched by the sun, her skin was flawless and perfect. Her body was lightly muscled and slender, her breasts small, high and, to his eyes at least, firm. Her legs were long and graceful. He thought idly that she could have been a dancer as he watched her effortlessly lift one leg to rest along the console, giving him a perfect view of her untouched and untouchable center.
He shot a quick glance at her face as he began to stroke his cock. Her head was leaned forward and her eyes shone through the white-streaked veil of her hair. He could hear her breathing speeding up as his own pulse seemed to roar in his ears. One slender hand cupped her breast as the other stroked slowly between her legs. He braced himself against the cloth-covered machine behind him while he used one hand to slowly pump his dick and the other to gently knead his aching balls. He tried to match her movements with his hands, wishing he dared to touch her.
“Mmmm….Gawd Ah’m so hot!” She began to pant as her hand began to stroke more quickly, the other hand pinching her nipples. In response, he began to pump harder, grunting with the effort of maintaining control.
“Shit! Oh Gawd! Ah gotta cum or Ah’ll explode. Mmmm....” Her movements became more frantic and he paused in his rhythm, to watch her body writhing in the dim light. He loved this part, when she lost control of her body and her tongue.
“Fuck! Oh Gawd fuck me, fuck me…fuck me! Jeeesus…Ah need to come so bad…Oh Gawd! Just do it…Do it! Do it! Ahhhhh…..” Her voice trailed off into a wordless exclamation as her body shuddered, her head thrown back, her white-streaked hair spilling across the dull grey metal of the console. As she rested for a moment, panting from her efforts, he began pumping his cock slowly, waiting for her to recover.
“You wanted to see? Look at me Rogue.” His voice was deeper and harsher, even to his own ears. She dropped her leg from it’s place on the console and moved closer, eyes intent on him, flickering from his face to his cock and back. He bit his lip as he pumped harder, watching as she drew closer and closer to him. He could almost feel the heat of her body as she drew as close as she dared to his left side. Her hands cupped her breasts as she toyed idly with the nipples. He closed his eyes as he imagined what it would be like to replace her hands with his own hands and mouth. He could feel his heart racing in his chest and his own breath seemed to be loud in his ears.
“Cum for me, sugah. Ah wanna see ya cum.” He grunted with effort as he drove his body toward climax. He could feel her breath on his cheek and could feel soft caress of her hair against his shoulder.
“Oh God, Rogue. Please.” He pleaded, but for what he didn’t know. For her touch? Or for the lack of it?
“Come on, sugah. Give it to me! That’s whut ya came for ain’t it?” He moaned wordlessly as his body responded to her urgings. He pumped frantically, his eyes closed in concentration. His body went rigid with the power of his climax. When it was over, he collapsed against the console, panting.
“Good one?” He heard the rustle of fabric as she slipped her nightshirt over her head.
“Yeah….Good….You?” He fumbled for his pajama bottoms, cursing his lack of forethought. He’d forgotton about cleaning up in all the excitement. He began to pull up his pants as he debated whether his chances would be improved if he snuck in a second time to clean up.
“The best ‘nothin’ Ah ever had.” She ducked down below the console and pulled out a small cylinder. She tossed it to him and he struggled to catch it one handed. She chuckled as he recognized the tube of sanitizing wipes for what it was.
“Uh…thanks.” He quickly cleaned up the evidence and unlocked the room. He was still looking for a wastebasket when she slipped out behind him. When he was satisfied that no one would find anything incriminating, he replaced the wipes and slipped into the hall.
Just when he thought he was home free, he was startled by a harsh voice behind him.
“What are you doing down here in the middle of the night?” Damn, Logan was always prowling the grounds. The older man circled around him to give him a skeptical glare.
“Nothin.”
“Nothing eh?” Logan growled suspiciously.
“Nothin” Scott shrugged and walked away.