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Tear You Apart	By : akathetoad Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 2727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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X-Men or X-Men related. I'm not sure I really own anything come to think of
it...
A/N:� Fairly cannon�ish.� Sometime after X2.�
Assuming Toad didn�t die at Liberty Island and simply wandered off
somewhere to booze up and feel sorry for himself.� WELL HE COULD HAVE.�
Maybe.� I want to believe.� I�m fully aware Halle Berry didn�t wear the
contact lenses she should have, but Storm�s eyes were supposed to be blue
damnitt, so they are.� And Berry
probably isn�t taller than Ray Park either, but �real� Storm was
so�again�yeah.� Also there�s a less
smutty version of this on FF.Net under my other alias �EdsTomato�� in reference to Radical Edward from Cowboy
Bebop because I had a stint of extreme admiration for the plucky hacker at one
point and have been thus far too lazy to change it.
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Chapter One:�
He�d been sitting there
drinking for the better part of three days. After he�d managed to yank himself
out of the river, he dragged himself to a motel where he�d been holed up like a
rat for four months recovering the horrific burns. He nearly hadn�t made it.
Half drowned, nearly starved, fractured ribs and third degree burns covering a
majority of his body. It was mostly perseverance and will that had kept him
alive.
When he�d made it back to
the Island he found Magneto in prison and nothing to do with himself but
continue to recover and fall into a deep depression coupled with a budding
drinking problem. First he�d gone through Sabretooth�s abandoned stash of
whiskey. The larger felanoid had cases of the stuff, which kept Toad occupied
for almost two months, but then he�d taken to leaving the island and drinking
himself stupid in local bars.
Honestly he preferred
getting away from the silence of the Island and the reminder that he was a
failure and responsible for his Boss� incarceration. Not only that but more
often than not if he was in the mood he could pick a fight with the locals and
feel like he was still a working man after all.
This particular bar he�d
chosen was his favorite. Dark, near the docks; a real dive. Only a few locals
frequented there, and none of them ever bothered him. It wasn�t the sort of
place he went to when he felt like killing things, it was the safe spot he�d
chosen where he could hide in a back booth and consume enough to drown a
smaller man.
Maybe he was killing
himself. Slowly. In the most pathetic way he could manage. Drink after drink
bringing him that much closer to the desperately craved release.
He was on his fifth drink
of the evening when she came in. Obviously seeking the same solitude that he
sought here. She�d changed. Her hair was shorter, fiercer somehow. Her clothes
edgier, fitting her like a glove. He hated her. Had hated her before he�d met
her and only more once she�d almost killed him. Of all the X-Men, Storm was the
one he wished to see ground beneath his boot the most.
He didn�t get up, though
he knew she�d spotted him. The bar was dark, but his luminous eyes stood out,
even in the shadows of his booth. He waited until she�d knocked back a few
shots and finished his own drink before moving to approach her. Despite being
drunk his movements were controlled. He was not one to stumble in front of the
enemy.
Her face tortured all of
his dreams. Her scent. Her eyes. The way her hair moved when picked at by the
wind she carried. He hated her with a passion that consumed him.
�You�re alive.� She didn�t
even turn as he came up behind her, but instead ordered another shot, knocking
it back. She sounded neither surprised, nor alarmed.
�Disappointed?� He asked
bitterly, and received no answer.
Finally she turned to face
him, eyes bright with power. The danger written clearly on every feature.
�I fucking hate you,� His
voice thick with anger, closing the gap between them.
�I hate you,� She echoed
with equal malice, hands clenching and unclenching as she prepared to act.
The kiss was neither
expected, nor prepared for, by either party, but returned with equal fervor on
both sides. His hands on her face, her long nails curled in his hair, frenzied
uncontrolled movements. Barely able to breathe with the passion of hatred and
longing. It was a furious attack, bodies pressing together, no gentle caresses
or soft lips, but brutal obsession.
He broke the embrace long
enough for a ragged whisper in her ear, �Do you have a place we can go?�
�No,� Her tone was
outraged; disgusted, put she didn�t pull from his arms.
�My place, then,� He told
her, taking her by a leather-clad elbow to drag out the door and into the
street.
She kept pace with him;
the only sounds they heard were their gasping breaths and the clack of her
heels on the pavement. She was taller than he was, but neither was thinking
about that.� He was all muscle and brute
strength.� Her height did not dictate
any sense of domination.� Her voice,
haughty and imperious cut through the silence as they neared their destination.
�I do not know what you
expect to happen, but I have no intention of-�
�Yes you do,� He cut her
off scathingly, leading her into a motel as equally disreputable as the bar.
She made no further sound
of protest as they climbed creaking stairs to a room at the end of a long
hallway; the only thing distinguishing it from the other rooms its number. Toad
fidgeted for a long second with his pocket and then produced a key and soon the
door was open and they were inside.
�This is where you stay?�
Storm�s voice was thick with revulsion.�
Judgment.
�I don� �ave a billionaire
telepath payin me bills� Toad shot back, and they glared at each other with
equal loathing.
Toad acted first.� Pushing her up against the walls to meet
their lips in bruising contact. Hands on her jacket, yanking it off her
shoulder, before attacking her slender neck.�
His lips were still warm and flushed a slightly darker green from passion
and alcohol.
�You make me sick,� He
breathed as he kissed her, �skin so perfect, so beautiful.�
Her breath hitched in her
throat as he excited her in a way no man before him ever had. She couldn�t stop
this.� She didn�t want to.� His passion and hatred were overwhelming, a
heady intoxicating match that undid her.�
He stopped his ministrations to glare up at her beautiful face, pressing
her harder against the wall.
�Tell me you �ate me,� He
demanded, and she complied readily, sounding well like she meant it.� He utterly disgusted her.� From the moment he�d crouched over her in
Lady Liberty�s gift shop, running calloused fingers over her skin his voice a
sibilant whisper.� Satisfied for the
moment, he grinned; his eyes hooded with passion, and went back to laying harsh
kisses all over her body.
She arched up into him,
�How dare you?� she snarled, but it was long since a ruse as she let her jacket
drop to the floor.
His grin broadened at
that, and he slid both hands lower on her waist to hold in a crushing grip as
he ground the steadily hardening lump trapped in dark denim against her,
slamming her almost painfully against the wall. She answered by slapping him
across the face, hard enough to leave the imprint and he groaned. Her fingers
dug into the collar of his jacket before tearing it off of his shoulders as he
had hers.
He tugged off his own
shirt, parting them for only a moment before yanking her button down apart to
expose naked breasts.� No bra.� Naughty girl.� Pushing the ruined material off her back he reached a
surprisingly slow hand up to touch her.�
No hesitation, just a deliberately curious pace.� The backs of his fingers sweeping gently
just beneath her breast watching the nipple perk incredulously.� Her skin was flawless.� Trailing higher he cupped the same breast in
a warm palm squeezing lightly and steadily gaining a feel for her.� He nuzzled her collarbone, an almost loving
gesture that was broken as soon as his hands on her grew more insistent and his
nuzzling turned to nipping.� His nimble
fingers soon found the fly of her leather pants and unzipped them.
He paused then, leaned
back a little to look her in the eyes, both of them silently consenting to the
act about to take place.� He was going
to fuck her.� Fuck Storm.� He throbbed at the thought of it, knowing
without a shadow of a doubt that she was going to be hot and tight and
incredible.�� Without waiting for her to
change her mind, he clapped both hands firmly on her ass, lifting her to his
waist.�� Her long legs twining around
him, thighs squeezing eagerly as he carried her to the filthy mattress.
Toad dropped her
unabashedly on her back, leering down at her as he wormed the leather off her
hips.� He couldn�t stand the clothes
anymore.� Desperate to feel her smooth
perfect skin against his own horrible flesh.�
He wondered if she would shudder at the feel of him.� His hand, ever so slightly more webbed than
any human hand, splayed out over her flat stomach, as the other wrestled with
his belt.� Gold eyes were locked with
blue both smoldering with need.
He kicked off his boots, tossing
his belt behind them to land somewhere forgotten on the floor.� He had to shift his weight and move his
hands off of her to lean back and work his fly, but his eyes never left her.� A swift hop up and an impressively agile
yank and his jeans went to join the discarded belt leaving him clad in soft
black boxers.� He leaned down to kiss
her again, thinking he�d been bereft of physical contact for far too long.
Perfect cocoa skin slid
against his roughly chiseled abs as he held her tight, just enjoying the feel
of skin against skin.�� He felt her
tremble but from horror or need he didn�t begin to guess.� He�d never imagined anyone could be so soft.� And he�d ruin her.� He�d leave her as disgusting as he was.� The thought brought another throb to his already painfully hard
erection, demanding to be released.�
Biting kisses were strewn haphazardly down her jaw, her nails digging
into his back. He felt like he would explode.
Losing patience, she
reached up to curl slender fingers under the waistband of his boxers and push
them off his hips. His head cocked to look at her while she was preoccupied.
Her breathing shallow, flush to her lips and cheeks and, he glanced lower,
breasts. His gaze remained hungry as he moved to help her kick off the last
piece of material he wore before leaning down to take a pert nipple between
stubby teeth.� His all too dexterous
tongue laved a slow circle around the little bud and she gasped in
exhilaration.� It made him smile, a
flash of gold up to her face so he could watch her response as he suckled at
the breast, hand reaching to give attention to the other.
Her eyes were hooded, back
arched to allow him better access to her, all the superiority gone from her
tone as she gasped and called his name.�
His name.� It was such an
unexpected thrill that he found himself moaning in response, hips crashing down
to press against her, the only thing separating them a thin later of satin
panty.� And that was too much.� He could feel the wet soaking through, the
heat against the tip of his cock.� The
heat he was so desperate to have around him.
He slid a hand up her hip
to tug down the offending article even as he moved his mouth to the other
nipple.� He was lucky his spine was so
flexible or he might not be able to manage this.� His rough hand yanked the black satin down to her knees where she
could finish it�s journey and kick it off herself.� Now they were both nude.�
The implications of this really hitting him and he could hardly
breathe.�
Toad sat back enough to
take her in, lecherous glance going for the warmth between her thighs that he
hadn�t had a chance to explore yet.� He
was caught between the fierce desire to sink into her depths and the need to
press his face into her and make her scream his name again.� He pushed her knees apart, her nails
scratching at his back and pulling him in to align them but he fought her,
climbing down to wrap an arm under her thigh and lean in.
He didn�t have to, of
course.� His tongue was long enough to
service her from nearly across the room, but he wanted to smell her.� He wanted to feel every tremble, and she was
trembling now.� He wanted her to know
that she would never, could never, experience this kind of pleasure with any
other man.� No other man was near
equipped.
He didn�t even do her the
service of starting slow or preparing her, he just parted his lips and his
tongue snuck out to dip inside her.� He
didn�t hesitate.� He wanted this
suddenly almost more than his painfully hard cock wanted release.� His nose shoved unforgivingly against her
clit, taking in the musky scent of her tender anatomy as his tongue hit the
furthest reaches of her innermost channel.�
If there was anything in this world he knew how to do it was use his
tongue.
She gasped, her head
thrown back her eyes wide with shock at the sudden intensely pleasurable
intrusion.� And then he wriggled the
damned appendage and she started to scream.�
Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, only his unoccupied hands on her
thighs kept him from getting strangled by the surge of passion.� He glared at her over the small mound of
hair and rubbed his rose furiously against her clit as he literally tongue
fucked her, sliding in and out, flicking it with every penetration in a subtle
coax to make her come.
He was nothing if not
cruel though and had no intension of doing that for her now.� Not before he felt that tight wet heat
enveloping him and spent himself inside her.�
Just when she was on the precipice of a truly cataclysmic orgasm and her
nails dug into his scalp and she was tugging at his hair, literally begging him
by name for release, he yanked his tongue out and licked his lips.
Eyes hooded with a
combination of anger and want glared up at him in outrage.
�Cor, you taste good,� He
told her matter of factly, not seeming disturbed by her obvious discomfort.
�Toad, Damn you-�� She
started, before he climbed up over her to brace himself, eyes taunting.
�Want you to beg,� He
decided.
�NO,� Indignation
overpowering lust until she saw him lazily reach down to palm himself, head of
his cock rubbing lightly just below her belly.
�You�ll beg me or I�ll not
fuck you,� He hissed, suddenly all anger again, hand reaching down to part her
folds and curl a livid finger inside of her.�
Her back arched and she clawed at the sheet and his expression grew all
the crueler.� �Ask me t�fuck you.� Ask me Storm.� Ask th�horrible Toad to fuck you or I won�t do it.�
�Fuck me,� She suddenly
begged, �Fuck me Toad, now!�
His hand pulled away and
reached up to hold her arm over her head as the other reached down to take hold
of himself and position swiftly up to the entrance.� Her knees lifted to either side of him as he shoved forward with
reckless abandon.� Sliding to the hilt
in the hottest tightest bliss he�d ever imagined.�
The seconds ticked by as
he couldn�t move, holding his shaking body over her, sunk to the hilt in
her.� His eyes were clenched tight, his
hand reflexively gripping her wrist, the other scrunched up in dirty
sheets.� She had the decency not to
speak and fuck this up for him, giving him a moment before she opened her mouth
to question the peculiarity.� But the
moment was all he needed and his mouth came crashing down on hers, sharing her
own taste as his tongue demanded entry and he started a quick pace of
enthusiastic thrusts.
She moaned against into
his mouth, lifting her hips to meet each violent thrust, his arms crushing her
tight to his body.� He was so
strong.� Fucked so hard.� He was close to screaming himself, a low
throaty sound that was half of panic and half of bliss.� Each sweet stroke bringing him that much
closer to the desired point but he was determined not to leave her out of
this.� What was sweet revenge if he
didn�t totally humiliate her by coaxing her body into the most earth shattering
release it had ever known?
�Come,� He barked suddenly,
�Fucking Come.�
He couldn�t last any
longer, each stroke stoking the fire in his belly that shot down to clasp his
balls in a vice that would not be ignored.�
His words had the desired effect, the shock and perversion of hearing him
demand her body�s attention drove her over the edge and she screamed his name
in sudden release, walls milking his own orgasm out of him.� He couldn�t even move as he shot deep within
her until he was completely spent, and his hands slid down her arms to hold her
hips to support himself.
His forehead rested just
above her breast, his chest rising and falling in gasps, arms trembling with
the exertion of still holding himself up, though he desperately wanted to pass
out atop her. She reached for his shoulders, pulling him down once more to lay
half on her, calloused fingers trailing lazily around her bellybutton, as he
settled into a comfortable position.
They shared no words,
though her hand strayed to tangle in his hair as he sighed with fatigue and
shut his eyes for the night. Her breathing evened out with his and they tumbled
into dreams.
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She woke before he did.
The realization of what they�d done hitting her as soon as she opened her eyes.
She�d gone home with a man�the enemy�the TOAD�they�d had the most passionate
sex of her life and they hadn�t even used protection.
She glanced over at him
still sleeping, his arm across her stomach, his back to the wall, breathing
easily. His face was calm in sleep, almost handsome, despite the oddly colored
skin. She couldn�t imagine what had come over her, what had come over them
both. He�d looked as surprised by the encounter as she�d felt.
She watched him for a
while, afraid to move, lest she woke him. She noticed slight movement behind
his eyelids�probably dreams. Every so often he flinched�probably not very good
dreams. He looked younger than she�d assumed that night on Liberty Island.
Probably at least a few years her junior.
Easing out from his grasp
she reached for her clothes. Her underwear was ruined, but she tugged on the
leather pants regardless. The shirt she�d been wearing he�d ripped down the
middle, but she could tie it in place between her breasts and it would suffice
until she was able to replace it.
Should she just leave? She
paced across the floor, looking back at his prone form, images from the night
before returning to her. He�d seemed so cocky, so confident until right before
the actual act when she�d seen�what? Had he been nervous? It had been
incredible. Just what she�d needed, if she was being honest with herself. A
moment to escape from the hurt that surrounded the Mansion after Jean�s death.
Arms to comfort her.
She glanced about the
room, not sure what to do now. It was obvious he�d been here awhile. An empty
pizza box on top of the radiator, a pile of dirty clothes by the bathroom door.
Little things that served to remind her that this man was just a man, and not
the monster she�d thought an assassin of the brotherhood to be, nor the
incredible lover from the night before. Just a man, who at the moment was having
increasingly bad dreams.
She took a step toward him
and his eyes snapped open, alert and ready to act at a moments notice. He
pushed himself to a sitting position, the covers pooling at his waist as he
watched her.
�You leaving then?�
�I should get back�they
will worry,� It was a real excuse but they both knew that wasn�t the real
reason she had to go.
He didn�t say anything
else, just watched her, hardly able to believe the night before had been real.
He could still feel her smooth skin beneath him, still smell the sweet scent of
her hair. She was stunningly beautiful, even more now that she had been,
rumpled by sex and sleep.
She nodded once to him and
then she was gone, the sounds of her departure echoing down the creaky steps.
He leaned back against the wall, reaching for the cigarettes in his discarded
pants pockets and lighting one.
He�d wanted to ask her
what had happened to her to make her become what she was now, because it wasn�t
what he�d seen that night many months past. He wanted to ask her if she had any
word of Magneto or the others since he�d left the Island and hadn�t been back.
Oddly enough, he�d wanted to ask her to stay, something that perplexed him more
than even the night before.
It had just been sex.
Fantastic sex, but just sex. Both of them needing to fill a part of their lives
that had been emptied. Both of them seeking comfort where nothing real could be
given.
Toad reached for a bottle
of Rum he had hidden beneath his mattress and unscrewed the top, taking a drag
off the cigarette in his hand before tilting back the bottle and swallowing.
This was how he began his days now. Better to be numb straight away than chance
having to feel something.
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