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Dark Marvels: X-Men	By : ExodusSpinner Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 8588 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The following story contains explicit sex, both consensual and forced. The Marvel Universe, the X-Men, and all characters thereof are the property of Marvel Comics, to whom I am 100% unaffliated. This is a non-profit fanfiction.

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Tom came to his senses at the feel of a leather glove stroking his cheek. He blinked, trained instincts taking over as he ran over the last things he could remember. It wasn't good. Neither was the fact that he was, apparantly, naked, his hands cuffed behind him to a chair and his ankles spread and locked as well. He spat out a quiet curse as he tried to crane his head, straining against his bonds. It looked like a cell, dull grey walls and no bed, with dim lights casting the room into shadows aside from the one light shining in his eyes. The hand slid along with his cheek, then a woman stepped out into view, momentarily blocking the shadow.

She wasn't one of the mutants who had killed his friends. She was in her twenties, with short brown hair tinted with a shock of white, and her green eyes glittered as she looked over him. She was wearing black leather from neck to toe, without a hint of color save for the small white X insignia over her heart, and Tom stared at her incomprehendingly.

“You've been a very naughty boy, Tommy.” The woman's voice was flat and emotionless, at odds with the sway in her steps as she walked forwards and ran one hand down his chest. She leaned towards him until her leather-bound breasts practically bounced against his face. Despite himself, Tom felt himself growing harder, which only became more pronounced as the woman let her hand rest briefly at the edge of his crotch before taking a half-step backwards. “Where did you find all of your little toys?”

Tom glared at her. “I won't tell you anything, mutant witch.”

“Oh, but you will.” The woman glanced over her shoulder, towards the corner of the room. “Won't he?”

“Oh, yes.” A throaty woman's laugh filled the cell, and Tom shivered at the total lack of mercy it promised. He peered past the woman circling him, trying to see past the spotlight. He couldn't make out a face, however, only a tall hourglass figure, standing behind the lights.

“You like mutant girls, don't you, Tom?” The second woman's voice echoed through the room. “You don't have to say anything, I can tell.” She gestured pointedly at Tom's cock, standing at attention, and as if responding to an unseen command, the brown-haired woman ran one finger up and down its side. “Tabitha told me about the little games you were running those three girls through," the figure in the corner continued. “You should have called me, Tom, it sounded like fun. Do you want to have some fun?”

Tom felt himself sweating, and he stared at eyes of the woman in front of him. They didn't match her actions, or the teasing tone of the other woman. They were dead, flat, without a hint of coquettishness, flirting, or even cruelty. Somehow, that frightened him more than anything.

The woman reached down, peeling off her pants over her boots. She stretched one leg, arching it for Tom, then leaned in. “Like what you see?” She whispered the words, her breath touching his cheek. Tom swallowed heavily. Underneath the form-fitting costume, she was naked. He could see her smoothly-shaved cunt, already wet with desire, and watched her nipples poking out in her leather-covered chest. “I do.” She said smoothly, stepping forwards. “I feel so alone. I think that you feel the same.”

As she spoke, she laid her hands on his shoulders, crossing her legs across the chair. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself down onto Tom, reaching down to ensure that his now-straining penis would slide smoothly into her vagina. “Let's become one.” She whispered in his ear. And then their flesh met, and Tom's world exploded.

Pleasure and agony merged, as his entire self compressed and flowed through his cock. The woman pushed up and down on him, and with every thrust he felt himself weaken. He gasped for breath, and the woman laughed again, a beautiful sound, even as her dead eyes bored into his. She leaned forwards, kissing him passionately as she forced him to thrust into her, and his life collapsed in his mind, feeling his energy passing through each of her touches, flowing out of him. The last thing that he felt as his brain shut down was an explosive orgasm, as for just an instant their two bodies merged into one, a single being fucking and being fucked.

Rogue shuddered, orgasmic bliss fading from her face as she slid bonelessly off of Tom's corpse. Her legs wobbled as she picked herself up. She turned, flat and expressionless once again. “I have him,” she said.

“That was beautiful, darling.” Rogue's companion said, stepping out of the shadows, red hair cascading across her jet-black bodysuit, a cruel smile on her lips. She was shivering orgasmically herself. “I will never grow tire of watching that from in your mind.”

“It was my pleasure.” Rogue said woodenly. “We should report to Wolverine. He'll want to hear this.”

“You do that.” Phoenix said with a smile. “And then why don't you come by my room.” She looked over at Tom's corpse. “I am feeling very excited right now.”

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Upstairs, the scene was very different. Two young women sat in a luxurious office, with thick rugs and oak paneling on the walls. Across from them, behind a mahogany desk, an older man watched them with a paternal smile, his face one that they had seen on the cover of newspapers and the national news. The greatest enemy of the human race. The Professor. Tabitha studied him suspiciously, but felt her fear melting away with every word as he spoke, his words gentle and reassuring. “That is truly a harrowing tale. You poor girls.” He sighed. “The world is full of monsters like that, I'm afraid. Humans who believe that we are nothing more than toys for their amusement.”

Danielle Moonstar swallowed. “Professor... what will happen to Jubilee?”

The Professor shook his head slowly. “It's too early to tell. Her physical injuries have driven her into a state of deep shock. Rest assured, she is receiving the absolute best care we can give her, but it is possible that she will never recover.”

Tabitha shook her head. “It's my fault. I ran to Danielle, instead of Jubes. If I had just...”

“Shhh.” The Professor smiled again. “You've been through a very great ordeal, girls.” He looked up, at a quiet rap on the door, which then opened to reveal two more X-Men, a man in a black-and-blue jumpsuit wearing a crimson visor, and a young Afghani woman, her black-and-blue jumpsuit topped by a blue burka. “Dust, could you show our girls to their rooms. They need to rest.” He gestured to the three girls in their chairs, and Dust obediently stepped forwards.

Tabitha opened her mouth to protest, even as she felt a wave of tiredness roll over her. “Jubes...”

“Is in no condition to receive visitors. You can see her in the morning.” The Professor smiled again. “Good night, girls.”

When Dust had led the two rescuees out, he turned to his prize student. “Thank you for the timely interruption, Cyclops. If you'll just wait a few moments?”

“Of course, Professor.” Cyclops said, nodding firmly. He sat in one of the chairs the Professor had provided, and waited.

It was not long before the X-Men's other two team leaders arrived. Storm arrived first, resplendent in gold and black, the wind in the room swirling around her for a moment as she found her seat. Not long afterwards, Wolverine arrived, his jet black uniform almost seeming to cast his face into shadows as he crossed the room to sit down on the far right. The Professor let a smile cross his face as he looked over the three.

“First, Storm, congratulations on a perfect mission.” He said.

“Much of the credit must go to Quicksilver and Mystique.” Storm said. “They were able to protect the girls until we could get into position.” She sighed. “I wish you had let us move in earlier.”

The Professor shrugged, looking over the other four people in the room. “You couldn't be risked until we knew that it wasn't a SHIELD trap.” He said, forestalling any further arguments. “Wolverine, I believe that Rogue and Phoenix have completed their interrogation?”

“Yeah, and it's bad news, Prof.” Wolverine said, sitting back in his chair. “This Tom guy knew jack shit. He had a deal up, to sell mutants he could catch, but the other party was the one who contacted him, and he never gave any clues about who he was. No idea whether it was Stark or someone else.” He leaned back, considering. "Whoever it was had resources. They turned a bunch of slackers into a team of crack mutant hunters, and they did it quick."

“Damn.” The Professor steepled his fingers. “I will contact my X-Force agents in the area, and see what they can find out. I was hoping that we had solved this problem.” He looked up slowly. “Cyclops, Storm, I would like your opinions on our newest recruits.”

“The younger one, Tabitha, could have discipline problems, but she'll be worth it,” Cyclops said. “She thinks fast, and works faster. Her powers are unexceptional, but I think we should see about getting her to an X-Force camp. As for the older one...” He trailed off significantly. “She's psychic, and God knows we need every psychic we can get.”

“I agree with Cyclops.” Storm nodded. “They are merely frightened children now, but even so they were able to hold off armed men for a time.”

“On which subject,” Wolverine interjected. “We figure out how the hell they put in a call to our mutant helpline yet?” The X-Men maintained a secret helpline, which could be used by mutants in need. Despite every attempt of SHIELD to tap, block, or otherwise remove the number, the Professor's people always had it up and running again within hours, courtesy of a few technokinetic subordinates.

“No.” Storm shook her head. “It's possible that someone else was present. A human who felt that what was happening was too much even for their sensibilities. It would explain why they simply left the phone on for us to overhear what was happening, rather than explaining what was happening themselves.” She shrugged. “I don't expect it was important.”

“No, I expect not.” The Professor agreed, giving his four students another look, and then dismissed his lingering uncertainty. There was a larger issue. “And then there is this... Jubilee.” He looked around. “I trust you've all read Beast's report?”

Cyclops made a face. “The girl's power channels through her hands, one of which has been lost and the other one of which is damaged.” He summarized. “Her powers are unexceptional, on top of that.”

Storm frowned. “What are you suggesting?”

“She's not worth rehabilitating.” Cyclops said bluntly. “Better if she doesn't recover. It will give the others another reason to hate humanity.”

“I disagree.” Storm said slowly. “She could still learn to use her powers in other ways.”

Wolverine spoke up. “Hank's been complaining that he doesn't have enough subjects lately, Prof. This might not be a bad solution.”

The Professor considered, then nodded slowly. “I think that I agree. I'm sorry, Storm, but we simply can't afford to coddle every wounded soul who comes through our doors, and Jubilee's sacrifice could save many more lives. Wolverine, tell Hank to do as he sees fit – but leave something for the girls to view.”

“Of course, Prof.” Wolverine stood, as did the others, and they filed out. The Professor sat back in his desk, mind already wandering across the mansion. So much work to do, and he only had so many people to help him.

A stray thought passed his mind. He only had so many people. Three team leaders. Two girls saved, and a third downstairs. But hadn't there been four people in the room with him? Three girls sitting when Cyclops and Dust arrived? Frowning, he looked up, started to cast out his mind into the hallway. He found the three minds of his three captains, shook his head and stretched further. Dust, and the two girls. No third.

He must be getting tired. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to relax, look in on Jean, and leave the work to later.
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