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Sins of the Father	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3182 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Sins of the Father
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Sins of the Father-Epilogue (NC-17)
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From his
spot at the window seat, Lance could see the smooth slope of the back yard
spilling towards the lake and the bay and the forest. It was just barely dark, a tinge of blue-purple still in the sky,
and Amara was sound asleep. Or had
been, he realized, as he noticed her breathing pattern change. Instead of slow, deep inhalations and
slightly lisping exhales, she was breathing more shallowly, but still drawing
out each breath as if trying to maintain a semblance of sleep. He stood still, watching Kitty move below
him, walking towards the lake. The past
few days had been a blur, so confusing that at one point on the way home, she
had asked him what day it was and he did not know himself. Kitty reached the edge of the pool of light
thrown by the security lamp over the backdoor and Kurt appeared�Lance only knew
this because Kitty stopped and began gesturing as if talking. It was dark enough now that Kurt was
invisible in the night. Amara shifted
on the bed and Lance turned to find her sitting up. �You need to rest,� he said automatically, abandoning his view of
the back yard to cross to her bedside, stopping just short of touching
her.
�I need to
take care of necessities,� she said flatly, looking up at him with tired eyes
rimmed in the remains of two day old mascara and eyeliner.
Lance
nodded, stepping back to let her up.
She was still shaky on her feet�she would not tell him how much blood
she had given, which of the wounds she had intentionally kept open to keep from
cutting herself more, to keep suspicion down.
Beast had said she was anemic now, and was developing an infection in
some of the cuts. Lance sank down on
the bed when he heard her turn the sink on and he sighed. Part of him wanted to be angry with her for
not telling him what was happening, for even letting it happen, but the rest of
him� He laid back crossways and stared
at the glow in the dark stars they had stuck to her ceiling around
Christmastime. He did not understand
her devotion to her old gods� Hell, he admitted to himself, he did not
understand anyone�s devotion to any god.
He had given up even trying to believe a long time ago. He sat up as Amara exited the bathroom, her
face now clean and still slightly damp from washing, her clothes exchanged for
her bathrobe. �Come lay back down,� he
said quietly. �I�ll go down and get you
some dinner.�
�I�m not
hungry,� she replied just as quietly, sitting beside him. �I took down the altar,� she added
unnecessarily, nodding towards the window seat.
�I
noticed.� In fact, she had taken down
every statuette and censer and picture in her room that even hinted at Nova
Roma. It had been the first thing she
had done when they returned, before he had physically dragged her to the
medical lab to see Beast. �Where did
you put it all?�
�Away,� she
answered bluntly. �I could not stand to
look on it any longer.� She scrubbed at
her eyes in a childish gesture of tiredness.
�I feel weak.�
�You�ve
lost a lot of blood,� Lance began, only to be cut off by her fingers over his
lips.
�No, weak
inside, weak in spirit�� She sighed and
leaned against him, slipping one arm around his waist and letting the other
drop to his chest. �I was so ready to believe in her that I failed to see the
blatant lies. I failed to see that I
was a tool. I am not worthy of Poena, I
am not worthy of the Gods.�
�Princess,
you know that�s not right,� he sighed, uncertain of what words to say to
her. �You�re perfectly worthy��
�You�re an
atheist,� she responded. �You can�t say
that about gods you do not believe in.�
�More of an
agnostic sometimes,� Lance muttered sheepishly. Amara was tracing lazy circles across his chest and stomach with
her fingertips, feather-light touches raising gooseflesh on his arms. �Did you take your antibiotics already?�
�Yes,� she
sighed, shifting again, dropping her hand to his knee and scooting closer. �Both doses already today.�
Lance
counted to three, trying to will away the response she was drawing from him as
her fingers traveled up the inside of his thigh. It was no use. Even tired
as they both wore, as much as she needed to rest, he could not help it. �Amara,� he said firmly, �you�re not up to
snuff yet.�
�I think I
would know better than Beast or you as to when I am feeling well enough for
this.� She moved, pushing him back
slightly and straddling him in one swift motion. She looked only momentarily dizzy as she pressed her hands
against his shoulders and looked down at him.
�Physical activity promotes healing anyway,� she added in a near blithe
tone.
�You don�t
have the energy,� he protested, leaning back as she leaned forward, her hair
falling around his face like a curtain of coppery silk scented with
sandalwood. Her robe was falling open
to reveal her breasts and the pink line of a scar above the left one, above her
heart. It had been a symbolic wound, a
few drops of blood, but it made him angry to see it again. Lance grasped her wrists and turned, quickly
but as gently as he could, so that she was pinned beneath him. Momentarily, her eyes flashed annoyance but
she did not fight him off. �Why did you
do it, Amara? Why didn�t you tell
someone, tell me� You had to know��
The pain in
her heart welled to her eyes, bringing tears with it. �I don�t know,� she admitted, her voice hitching on the last
word. �I had to� I was�I can�t explain
it.� She tilted her chin up and
sighed. �Lance, I betrayed my
gods. I betrayed Nova Roma.�
�Nova Roma
betrayed you,� he growled, pressing his thigh between hers. She parted for him, exposing her quickening
desire, already pearled with moisture.
�They left you to die, didn�t they?
How can you betray that?�
�You can�t
understand�� She reached up and pulled him down to her for a kiss, her mouth
hungrily seeking his. She needed to
feel wanted and true again, to feel as if she were not damaged by her
betrayal. Lance�s answering embrace
sent the first tendril of real warmth curling through her that she had felt in
days. She sighed as he deepened the
kiss, drawing her knees up in blatant invitation, resting her heels on the back
of his thighs.
Lance
moaned into her mouth, his fingers fumbling briefly with the fastening on his
jeans. Amara�s nails dug into his back,
demanding urgency on his behalf as she arched her hips to press against him
tantalizingly. He managed to get his
jeans and underwear off in short order with minimal awkwardness, kicking them
to the floor with a muted thud. Amara
still smelled like her face soap and incense, the laundry smell of her newly
washed robe underlying the warmer smells of her body. He felt her fingers reach wrap around the base of his length and
squeeze tightly, almost roughly. �God
damn, Amara,� he gasped. �Not so hard!�
�You know
you like it,� she purred, a semblance of her old self, though how much of it
was an act and how much of it she was actually feeling, even she did not
know.
He narrowed
his eyes at her, tightening his grasp on her wrist. She released her hold only fractionally, enough for him to
move. He let her guide him to her
entrance, the warm and silken flesh wet for him already. He had a strong hunch that she had planned
this from the moment she woke up earlier, that she had been at least dreaming
about it for her to be so wet already, but he did not truly care at that moment
why she was so eager, just that she wanted him and he wanted her.
Amara
shivered as he pressed into her, her body tightening at first before relaxing
and letting him enter. She murmured her
pleasure as he filled her, her hands coming up to his shoulders and pulling at
his shirt, trying to get rid of the last fabric barrier between them. When her body sheathed his length entirely,
she arched her back, begging silently for him to move within her. Everything fell away slowly, like specks of
dust in lamplight. Doubt and
uncertainty about things would return later but for now, she was happy. Her arms and legs wrapped around him like
living cords, her lips finding his neck and clasping, drawing on him to raise a
mark of possession. He hissed as her
teeth scraped his flesh but he did not protest.
Lance felt
her release before his own began. He
pressed his thumb against the tight bud of flesh and nerves at the apex of her
sex as her body began to shiver beneath his.
He rubbed circles against the pearl of her desire and she swallowed a
cry against his neck, her body tightening around his and clasping him to hard
he could not catch his breath. Her
honeyed moisture seeped around his length, teased his senses and pulled him
over the edge of his own precipice. He
buried his face against her shoulder and muffled his gasping groans, filling
her with his release as she sighed his name, her fingers again tracing along
his spine.
Amara let
him go only reluctantly as he withdrew from her. He pulled her robe over her nudity and helped her to her feet.
She had not truly thought herself so physically weak until that moment when she
realized that she could not even stand on her own for a few moments after their
lovemaking. Wordlessly, he led her to
the half bath and turned on the shower.
She let him pull her robe from her and take the bracelets off her wrists
and even stood still as he pulled her necklace over her head and removed the
gold hoops from her ears. Laughing
slightly, she stuck her tongue out at him and wiggled her tongue ring. �That�s all you,� he replied, smirking
slightly. �If you want it out, do it
yourself.�
She
shrugged and let him pull her into the tiny shower stall. The water was just the one shade from being
too hot and she did not care. It stung
her cuts but she did not care. She
leaned against him and he against the wall and the water rained over them.
Storm would be back in three days from visiting with Evan, no one was speaking
of Pietro�s involvement with the Morlocks now� Everything had changed but it
had remained the same at it�s core.
She would worry about things tomorrow, she told herself. Until Storm came back, they were all on a
break from studies and lessons. She had
three days to sort out her own mind and to pretend things had never
happened. �Lance, how did you decide to
be an atheist?�
�Huh?� He looked down at the top of her head and
frowned. �What do you mean?�
�What did
your god do that turned you against� him, isn�t it? Just the one?�
�Uh,
usually here, yeah, it�s just the one.
Nothing, really� I just don�t really believe in one thing or another.� He tugged her hair to make her look up at
him. �Why are you asking me that?�
�No
reason. Just like to know these
things. Are you going with Emma and the
others to Boston next week?�
�I wasn�t
planning on it� did you want to?�
�Not
really,� she admitted. �I don�t want to
be part of the forensics for this mess.
Let the others find out what they can.
Let them play detective. I just
want to be normal.�
Somehow,
Lance decided, that did not sound good at all.
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