The Scott We Never Knew but Just Might Like

Chapter 10
A Beautiful Mind with a Spark of Animal Magnetism


‘Do you have a problem with me my dear?’ Jean inched her way away from Erik, bumping her lower back against the arm of the couch. Trying have composure she shook her head and began looking for a way to escape before any lesson he had in mind could begin. Distracted, Jean didn’t notice that Erik made his way behind her placing his hands on her shoulders. She almost jumped out of her skin, but he held her down keeping her in place. ‘I assure you child I’m not here to hurt you, I mean I wouldn’t want the wrath of a god on my heels. Charles just wants you to realize what you’re missing with his prodigy that’s all.’ He moved around the couch standing in front of her. ‘Why are you doing this Magneto?’ ‘Erik, remember. Call me Erik.’


Jean could feel her body being pulled toward Erik, his use of magnetism controlling the iron in her blood. She tried to pull away but as hard as she tried she couldn’t pull back. He pulled her to the edge of the couch. Still unable to move on her own, she could do nothing as she watched Erik pull her blouse over her head exposing her light purple lace bra and no doubt she had matching panties. She saw the sly smile come across his face wondering what he could be so happy about. ‘You forget I’m quite fond of the color purple, remember.‘ Her body was then laid down on the cushion as he began to remove her pants and he saw of course matching panties, a thong to specific. ‘Why Ms. Grey, I never thought you were a thong type.’ Jean grew quite embarrassed of her choice of undergarment and closed her eyes wishing that this moment would sooner than later. ‘Is that how you feel when you’re with Mr. Summers?’ She moved her eyes to meet his and was shocked that he could read or was reading her thoughts the whole time. ‘You don’t have to answer that, I’m sure I’ll know your answer soon enough.’ ‘Why are you doing this?’ A moment passed after she asked the question and she realized that she was being ignored. ‘The question really my child is, why do you do to Scott when all he wants is to show you how much he loves you?’ ‘Why is everyone so concerned about Scott and me having sex, that’s no one else’s concern but his and mine!!’ Erik could see that the situation was making her mad and he wanted to use that to his and her advantage. Jean’s body was yanked upright, ‘So what is it that Scott does that you don’t like that makes you think of excuses breaking his heart?’ ‘What kind of question is that?’ ‘There has to be something he doesn’t do or doesn’t do right at all isn’t there?’ ‘No he’s fine it’s just that…’ ‘No Ms. Grey he has to be doing something wrong for you to refuse him.’ Jean grew frustrated talking about the subject and she just wanted to leave or crawl under the couch. ‘Might I make a suggestion?’ ‘No, just leave me alone!!’


‘Does he do something like this?’ Jean’s hands were placed at her sides and she caught her breath in her throat when she felt Erik’s tongue licking through the lace of her bra suckling at her nipple. The soft skin perked between his teeth liking the attention, trying to poke through the soft material wanting more. Erik’s hand came up to peel back the lace exposing the rosebud, then again caressed it with his tongue in long hot wet strokes. Jean’s breathing became labored as she watched her on again off again enemy molest over her body as did the professor, not able to do anything to stop it. Erik cupped the bouncy flesh gently squeezing, inserting more into his mouth running his tongue over as much he could while his other hand began kneading the other breast still tucked away inside the soft prison. Erik’s tongue continued flicking at her nipple as he released the hooks relinquishing the tight mesh from her skin. Sliding the bra down a bit to expose the other now attentive nipple ready to be lavished upon, he pinched it making Jean gasp at the sudden pain, then quickly kissed her dipping the tip of his tongue in her mouth. His kiss muffled her scream from the sudden invasion, his tongue dipping deeper assaulting her own. Jean still couldn’t believe what he was doing to her, yes Scott had done things like this to her, but to have someone of his age, again, doing it to her, the thought alone made her sick but her body was having a difference of opinion. She felt his hand slide up her back drawing her closer, his hand continuing to her hair, tilting her head back exposing her neck. Leaving her mouth his tongue then attacked her neck laving it with quick wet thrusts, his hands pinching and pulling her nipples and breasts, her breaths coming in quick loud gasps from the overall pleasure her body was enduring. Jean couldn’t believe how wet she was, the thin cotton crotch of her thong now soaked with her juices, her scent waving between their bodies alerting Erik that his exploits were succeeding.


He released his hold on her arms causing her body to collapse on the soft cushion of the couch. Her chest rose and fell as she tried to find composure, trying desperately to find a way to hide how flushed he made her, how excited her body was, screaming from the inside for him to continue. ‘I see that you had no objection to what was just demonstrated. So Ms. Grey if you are from what I just did, are a normal healthy woman, what is it that is wrong with Mr. Summers to make you push him away?’ Jean could find no words to explain at the moment, her pulse still racing, her pussy throbbing, begging to be invaded, to be satisfied. ‘No comment, well I guess I’ll have to try something else he might have tried.’ Erik pushed her legs apart settling himself between them kneeling on the floor. The smell of her sex jumped at him inviting him to do whatever. He bent down before her covered pussy inhaling her scent then moved in closer and licked at the wet cotton. The muscles in Jean’s thighs contracted involuntarily wanting to close from the unexpected sensation. He held her legs open and licked at the material again her deep throaty moan telling him begging him to do it again. He pressed the tip of his tongue against her feeling the entrance of her pussy, pushing further until he couldn’t go further. His blue-gray eyes peeked at her biting her lip to keep from screaming, or yelling or begging the wrong or right gesture, watched her hand attack her breasts for a release of the pleasure between her thighs. Pleased she couldn’t control herself now, Erik tucked a finger inside her panties moving them to the side exposing her wet shaven lips. He brought the same finger to the insides of her folds rubbing his finger against her slippery skin coating it with the silky sweetness. Joining another finger into the mix he separated her lips fully exposing everything that’s so cleverly hidden. He laid his head against the inside of her thigh gave her pussy a long quick flick of his tongue, watching her muscles contract. Again slowly licking around the entrance, he followed her soft skin up to her clit and quickly lapped over and over torturing the pink button again and again, her screams her only means of release.


Erik, now driving his tongue in her dripping pussy, fucking every inch of her his tongue could touch, his nose pressing harshly against her clit. Thrashing wildly inside her drinking in every tangy morsel of her cunt, Jean faintly heard his zipper being pulled over her moans and screams. He began jerking wildly at his cock as he tongue fucked her cunt. His hand moved against his hard on fast but it wasn’t enough. He moved away from her, his mouth covered in white cum, he hovered over her body placing his cock between her lips moving his hips back and forth the thick shaft bumping against her clit. ‘Inside me, I want it inside me,’ she gasped between breaths. Her hips jerked upward trying to get the thick member inside her to fuck her as hard as it could. Erik stopped moving and looked into her emerald eyes, ‘Is that what you want?’ ‘Yes please I can’t take it anymore, please Erik.’ He leaned down covering her body and kissed her deeply, the taste of her cunt mingling between them. ‘Did I get you hot?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Is your body on fire?’ ‘Yes it is.’ ‘Do you want to be fucked so bad you could kill something?’ ‘Yes please!’ Erik slowly got up from the couch and tucked his still hard dick inside his pants, ‘Well I’m sorry Ms. Grey, but it’s not the right time, so I think you should leave before we both regret something later.’ Jean couldn’t believe it, someone who took whatever he wanted refused to bang away at a very wanting body. ‘I thought you were going to…’ ‘Going to what darling?’ ‘I thought you were asked to teach me a lesson.’ He handed Jean her clothes and helped her quickly get dressed then pushed her towards the door. ‘You see my dear the lesson has been taught, I began showing you how you make a man feel then I took a page from your book, I basically took that page and burned it as if it didn’t matter. I know how much you wanted it, you and your body told me, but just like you with Mr. Summers I had more fun getting what I wanted out of it and then….’ Jean stood there as the door slammed in her face.


Jean stood in the hallway a bit dumbfounded by what just had happened to her when she saw Scott emerged from around the corner looking at her in wonder but not stopping to see what was the matter. She tried to get a glimpse of his mind to see what he was thinking but he wouldn’t allow her in and she just adjusted herself and her clothing while she watched him turn another corner to go into the kitchen. Scott grabbed a bowl from a cabinet and a spoon from a drawer setting them on the table while he grabbed the cereal and the milk from the fridge. He was about to put the spoon to his mouth when he saw Jean come into the kitchen and he suddenly lost his appetite. He put his spoon down in the bowl and sat back with a deep sigh waiting for whatever crap she was about to dish to him about why she was so disheveled in the hallway. He folded his arms across his chest and settled deeper into the chair. Jean saw how he was already annoyed with her presence but she casually walked to the fridge to get a bottle of water. Getting the bottle she walked across the room to sit at the island instead of the table with her back facing Scott not wanting to see his face right now. Even though he had no idea of what had occurred between her and Erik she still felt like she wronged him and she couldn’t quite face him. She took a long sip of water and placed the bottle in front of her playing with the cap.


‘Scott?’ she called in a soft voice. He hadn’t moved nor answered her so she turned around but only enough to look out the window. ‘Scott, do you care about me?’ She looked out the corner of her eye and saw he had raised his eyebrow wondering what she could be talking about. ‘I mean, I know I’ve been a bit of a pill lately with certain parts of our relationship, but do you still love me as much as you did before this [Veiyn] happened?’ He sat not answering her question seeing where if any of this was headed anywhere. Jean was about to ask him again when Hank came into the kitchen with Erik and the Professor. ‘So the procession will be out by the lake later this evening while the sun sets, that was her favorite time of day,’ the Professor concluded.
‘What’s later at sunset?’ Scott asked. The Professor and Hank raised a quizzed looked on their faces while Erik only shook his head. ‘Do you not remember why I came back so early Scott, the fight you all had with Erik that prompted Vanquish’s early demise. Are you still have delusions that she is still alive my son?’ the Professor said with a concerned look on his face. Scott had a look of disappointment and regret on his face realizing that everything that happened was true, the dreams, the sex, and of course Jean being right about the whole thing that it was all in his head. ‘Yeah I’m still a little shocked that it happened I guess it’s my way of dealing with it, would you all excuse me.’ Scott left the room escaping the reality that his friend was really gone and it was her body in the freezer awaiting them to gawk and cry over her later. Jean sat not partaking in the conversation going on between the three men, she’d rather be with Scott who clearly needed a friend right now even if it was her, but she sat back and gave him a little distance. Finishing her water she got up and threw it in the trash and looked out the window at the trees. She gasped dropping her hands on the sink for support. ‘Oh my….’ The three men looked over at her wondering what was wrong. ‘What is it my dear?’ Hank asked. ‘I see…I see..she’s over by the trees.’ Jean stammered her sentence and Hank looked out the window at what she was pointing at and the only thing he saw was a weeping willow blowing softly in a breeze. ‘I’m sorry Jean but I do not see what you do, maybe you should go lie down and get some rest before the service.’ ‘But, I do see her she’s right there.’ Hank again looked and saw only forest and nothing else. ‘Please do as I ask, go get some rest.’ Hank helped her to the stairs and watched her ascend as he shook his head walking away to join Charles and Erik back in the kitchen. ‘Poor kids.’ When Hank arrived back in the kitchen he went to the window again and saw the same as before, trees and forest. He reached for the blinds to lower them when he caught a glimpse of something or someone. Adjusting he saw a woman with long black hair peeking from behind the huge trunk of the willow. He shut his eyes and opened them again and then saw nothing. *Just my mind playing tricks, now they’ve got me started. The blinds came down and he turned to continue the plans for the funeral with Charles and Erik. The thought ran through her head and she smiled playing with one of the hanging leaves between her fingers. The look on Jean’s face was priceless. ‘Let’s see if you’ll actually do what I think you’re gonna do Ms. Grey because if not this is gonna be a funeral no one will ever forget.’


When she got to the top of the stairs she started for her room but found herself at the doorway of Scott’s room. She didn’t bother to knock she just entered ready for him to yell but she wouldn’t leave him no matter what he did, not like this. She closed the door and saw he wasn’t in his room, he was sitting on the patio gazing over the railing looking down at the forest. Her mind quickly jumped at the thought that he might have saw her too. Running across the room and out the door she stood beside him looking down at the same spot she did earlier in the kitchen. ‘Scott, what are you looking at?’ she asked in the calmest voice possible. ‘What are you doing here?’ ‘Scott please what are you looking at?’ ‘I’m just gazing, daydreaming why am I not allowed to do that either?’ ‘No, yes I mean I just thought that you were looking at something in particular that’s all.’ He looked at her then went to sit down. He placed his glasses down on the table and put his face in his hands. Jean wasn’t sure but she thought she heard him sobbing. She walked over to him and put his chin in her hand to lift his head and silently prayed he wouldn’t open his eyes out of spite. She looked down to see tears had fallen down his cheeks and her heart just dropped for him. ‘You really had feelings for her didn’t you?’ ‘She was just my imagination, how could she feel for me like that, I’m a boy scout after all.’ ‘You’re my boy scout.’ Angry, he got up and went to his bedroom and sat on the bed. Jean followed behind him leaving the door open behind her. He hadn’t picked up his glasses so he couldn’t open his eyes or he’d blast a whole into the roof. He couldn’t see Jean coming across the room and stand in front of him but he knew she was somewhere near him. ‘Jean I’m not in the mood just go and leave me al…’ Jean had place a soft kiss on his lips to quiet him wanting to ease a little of his pain. She released her lips from his and stood up straight. ‘I’m not in the mood for any games.’ She grabbed both his hands and placed them on her breasts and Scott let out a small gasp of surprise. Jean had stripped down to nothing as she crossed the room. She let her hands go of his and stood and waited. Seconds went by and Scott did nothing except take his hands from her body still sitting on the bed. ‘Scott…’ Jean was about to say something when instead she just sat next to him and placed her hand on his thigh. His muscle tensed at her touch as her fingers trailed up to the waistband of his shorts.


Quickly he grabbed her wrist stopping her. He raised her hand and kissed each one of her fingers and put it down at her side. Frustrated she forced her hand down his shorts and grabbed his cock giving it a squeeze. She felt it twitch in her hand as she began stroking it. Scott turned his head to protest again when she began kissing him again this time more aggressively, her hand moving faster. Her breathing was becoming labored and heated when he pushed her away from him. Jean sat there beside him for a brief second before she found him on top of her sucking one of her breasts as if trying to satisfy an insatiable hunger. He used one hand to push his shorts down to his ankles and kicked them to the floor. He was already hard and dripping precum ready to drive every inch of himself inside her. He opened her legs as wide as he could and placed three of his fingers inside her pussy, spreading them apart as he went further and further inside her hole. He began finger fucking her as his tongue licked at her nipples making her body hot. He didn’t stop to ask her if it was what she wanted, he quite frankly didn’t care he just needed to get his anger out, after all it was her who started it, and so help him he wanted to finish it. His dick jumped wanting to enter her wet pussy, waiting to rip her apart, make her body scream, but he slowed when he heard her voice call his name. Ignoring it his kissed her, dipping his tongue wildly inside her mouth drinking in as much of her as he could. He didn’t want to hear no, not now not ever. He positioned his hips in front of her, ready give her one good push when he turned her head in taking a big breath. ‘Wait, please, I have to tell you,’ ‘Tell me what, no? Well I’m not stopping.’ ‘I don’t want you to, I have to tell you that….’ There was a knock on the door as she was speaking and at the same time he heard two things he did not want to. ‘Get dressed the service starts in 15 minutes.’ ‘…I’m not a virgin.’


The words danced in his head giving him a headache. Too much came down on him today and this was it. The messenger had long gone and Jean sat on his bed naked staring out at the door. Scott sat on the floor on his knees crying uncontrollably. ‘Get out, get the fuck out now do not come near me, don’t even fucking look at me!!!’ Jean’s heart had ached at his words but she could not respond to him because her tongue was caught in her throat as she watched Veiyn twirling Scott’s glasses on her finger. *Well you heard your leader get out and leave him alone. Jean went to leap at Scott and started to control his power so he could see her for himself when Veiyn tossed the glasses to him. Jean scrambled to put them on and turned his head to see her but he only saw the sun beginning to set and that’s when he screamed. ‘Is that the icing on the fucking cake, show me it’s time to see her one last time after you tell be boned someone else.’ He got up and went to the bathroom and Jean was on his heels but she fell short when yet again another door was slammed in her face.


Jean pounded on the door begging Scott to open it but it never budged. Scott didn’t want to see Jean not after what she had done to him, what she had done to their relationship. Yeah, he felt shitty always begging her for sex but he’s been patient enough he thought and really did want to show her how much he cared for her, but that moment went to someone else and he had a good idea of whom it was.


‘Was he good Jean, was it like all the other women in the house imagined it was?’ Scott yelled. Shocked by his question she didn’t know how to respond. ‘Did you hear me?’ he yelled again.
Jean was confused by his question, did he really know whom she was with only nights ago. How could he it couldn’t have been possible. Lost in thought she didn’t see the door swing open and Scott appear fuming at her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her. ‘Was he good, did he fuck your brains out!!? Did he pin you down like the animal he is and rip your clothes off treating you like a piece of meat?!!!’ The words Scott spat out at Jean only made her blink wildly from fear. She didn’t know who he was referring to but she knew it wasn’t the professor, not the way he was talking. Getting angry at her blank stare he turned her around slamming her against the wall knocking the wind out of Jean. ‘Well are you gonna answer me, was Logan the great fuck every woman dreams he is?’ Scott said his breath seething through his teeth.


Now it all became clear to her. She knew how much Logan had wanted her and he never kept it secret always making passes at her and giving her stares whenever she was around him. That’s why he was so damned mad because she one day slipped and said she would have sex with Logan after a playful game of ‘who would you sleep with on the team if you were going to die’ or something like that. It was a game that everyone in America played when they had a group of friends who were attractive. Jean guessed her choice was not one that Scott approved of since he and Logan never really get along. Logan having to listen to someone who is a century and some change younger than he is and really has no wars under his belt gets to Logan and he defies Scott’s authority so often they just basically live with each other nothing more. Now he thinks that Logan has taken something from him that was so precious he doesn’t know how to handle it.


‘Stop looking so damn stupid and answer my questions!!’ He pushed himself away giving himself some space so he wouldn’t do anything stupid. Jean just stood against the wall a little afraid to move. She watched Scott lean against the door with his forehead against it and his fists beside his head. She ‘saw’ the thoughts of Logan fucking her inside Scott’s head and her heart just fell to her stomach seeing how hurt he was at the very thought of him touching her. ‘Scott, I don’t know what to tell you it just happened and I’m so sorry that it did but I can’t go and get back what you wanted so bad.’ She knew her apology was empty meaningless words to him but she didn’t want to reveal who it really was if he would go off the handle and do something he would regret. The animosity they had for each other already wouldn’t raise anyone’s suspicions if Scott did try to do something to Logan, but she would have to try her best to keep Scott at arms length away from Logan because she knew Scott would only get hurt if he started accusing him something he had nothing to do with.


As she tried to explain he left the door and went to the closet and put on baby blue dress shirt and a black tie then slipped on a pair of black khaki slacks with a pair of black boots. He tilted his head to see her through the red lenses and she still hadn’t budged after her lame excuse. Scott tightened the knot and pulled the leg of his pants over the top of the shoe and started to count to himself. Jean listened and when he got to the number 5 she went for the door and left not saying a word. She read enough psyche books to know when someone begins counting it’s for two reasons; either they’re counting to calm down or they’re counting down to begin whipping the ass of the person who wronged them, and Jean doubted that Scott was taking the latter.


She escaped to her room and leaned on the door listening for him to enter the hallway. Ten of the 15 minutes had passed and she thought she should be getting ready also. When she checked on Scott as she slipped on her shoe he was up to the number 125. She ran her hand through her red mane wondering what she was going to do next. She had to keep a wedge between Scott and Logan at the funeral, then she had to compose herself around Erik and the Professor and most of all she had to keep her hatred and sadness minimal when she saw the body of her teammate. She went to her patio door and looked outside at the stars beginning to shine and saw the beautiful setting of the funeral by the lake and the white casket sitting in front of the pulpit that the Professor would ‘stand’. A shiver went down her spine as she gazed at the setting below her and she quickly stepped back going for the bedroom door. Her hand went for the knob when the door flew open with Scott blocking her path.

He loomed in the doorway like some kind of monster upon its prey waiting to strike. She tried probing his thoughts but he was blocking them from her and she got more frightened by the second. She took a step back and lost her footing and tripped on the floor. Scott stepped into her room and shut the door. Jean tried her best to scoot back but her heels slowed her down scratching the finish on the hardwood floor. Finally making it to the bed she used her elbows to push herself up back to her feet and that’s when the unexpected happened.


Scott pushed himself off the door and lunged toward Jean grabbing her by the hair pulling her face to his giving her a hard kiss on the lips. Her arms fought frantically to get him off of her but it only made him pull her closer to him. His hand trailed down to her ass squeezing on cheek making her gasped in surprise from his actions. Wishing that she didn’t put on a skirt, Scott’s hand snaked down the material and between her thighs finding her panties. *Scott don’t please. The mental plea had no affect on Scott. He was tired of her and her games and they would end now. ‘You have the audacity to beg me to stop when you claim you love me so much when you just gave your, my, pussy away to someone else I despise.’ he muttered through the kiss. His hand ripped the slinky material away, Jean jumping trying to get away from his grasp. ‘No you don’t. You are mine do you understand….’ He dragged her to the nearest wall by the hair and pinned her there. His hand quickly went for his zipper and Jean began to cry because she knew what would come next. He let go of the red mane and picked her up off the floor and in one hard motion he plunged himself as deep as he could inside of her. Jean made a loud whimper from the forced entry and more tears fell down as Scott began fucking her, raping her like she did him, stripping her away any respect she had for him and the relationship they had.

As he came, quietly not making a sound the whole time with Jean he pulled himself away from her and watched her slide down to the floor. He fixed himself up ran his hand through his hair and went to the door. Before he left he only uttered one word to her before he headed down the stairs. ‘…Mine.’ Jean sat shaking on the floor not believing that Scott was so mad that he was capable of doing what he did. She sat and wondered if she truly deserved what just happened but her temper began to rise when she saw the she-devil sitting outside on the balcony staring at her. No smile, no laughter, no stupid insults she just sat there looking at Jean. Jean slowly got up wincing from the pain between her legs and walked to whatever was staring at her. She stood face to face with Veiyn saying nothing just staring at the vacant cold white and red eyes. A light breeze brushed Veiyn’s hair across her face and Jean reached out for it to brush it away but the image of Veiyn disappeared and Jean began to cry even harder.


Everyone proceeded to make there way down to the lake to take there seats. Charles and Erik sat by the pulpit in front of the casket watching their mutant brethren sit down quietly awaiting the words of Magneto for their teammate he killed just days ago. Overlooking who was arriving Erik noticed two people were missing. ‘Where is Scott Charles?’ Erik whispered. The Professor did a quick scan of the area and found him. ‘He’s alone in the woods, he doesn’t want to be here.’ ‘Ah, if he doesn’t come to grips of seeing her body before him still and breathless his mind will believe she is still with us.’ Erik responded patting his friend on the shoulder. Charles silently agreed with his friend and got concerned when he hadn’t seen Jean arrive yet. He probed the grounds and found her. She emerged from the house wearing a beautiful pinstriped pants suit. Looking closer he noticed that she wasn’t walking quite right but then again no one there was doing anything routine. The death of teammate was equal to that of your family member no matter how you felt about them. He watched her take her seat in the back and alone and did not question her. He knew what Scott had did to her minutes ago and let her be so she could contemplate her feelings about all this. Erik gave the signal for Pyro to light the lanterns around the yard to give light and he stood straightening his jacket and tie before he begun.