The Scott We Never Knew but Just Might Like

Chapter 8
The Thin Line Between Reality and Sanity…It’s Razor Thin

Jean woke up, finding herself on the bed in her own room still wearing her ‘X’ uniform. Her hand went to grab her chin and found it wasn’t hurt or bruised. Her mind was hazy but she remembered being downstairs in the study last being reprimanded to the fullest extent by someone she never expected, and she wasn’t really sure if she enjoyed the experience or not, but she knew to keep those feelings locked away deep in her mind. Removing herself from the bed she expected her legs to be wobbly, but she got the same feeling as she did when she got home from the mission, except something was really wrong. Jean walked to her bedroom door and she heard Scott’s voice through the wall that separated their rooms. To her he sounded like he was crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain, then seconds later she heard the reason for all of her confusion. She bolted to his door and before she could turn the knob she heard Scott yell out achingly ‘Vanquish’ and Jean stepped back in surprise. The flash of Jean remembering the death of Vanquish earlier that day and how much it affected Scott made her barge in, not wanting to believe Vanquish, Veiyn was in there with the love of her life.


When she came into the room only to find it empty except for Scott sitting alone in a chair and from what she could see he was naked. Stepping forward her eyes caught the light under his bathroom door. Angry and ignoring Scott for the moment she wanted to confront the supposedly dead Vanquish, but she only found the bathroom empty with no sign of another person ever being there. Now more confused she turned at the sound of Scott’s voice whispering the fire-bitch’s name and she was fed up hearing that name on his lips. She stalked her way across the room and she tripped her foot over the other landing into Scott’s arms. Wanting to slap some sense into him she saw that he was in some sort of trance or more he was dreaming. His glasses were off of his face just like in the ‘dream’, but that was soon forgotten when she found her lips being seductively pressed into Scott’s. Scott began to devour every inch of her ruby red lips with his own, tracing the tip of his wet tongue along her long lip line wanting inside her hot mouth. Jean opened her mouth only to protest his actions, only to find his tongue roaming madly and wildly desperately trying to latch onto her own. She felt his hand creep up to her hair and he roughly pulled her head closer to his, his teeth sinking painfully into her lips. Jean could feel Scott’s cock pinning against her stomach and her body being pulled further up to his. She knew he thought that she was someone else because she never remembered in their relationship being kissed this way and she was hurt that she never brought any passion like this to him, but it’s not like she would pursue anything further if she did. Scott’s free hand went to squeeze on her nipples and the sharpness of the pain made her shriek against his kiss and she pushed away from him with all her might. Jean quickly found his glasses and placed them on his face using her TK abilities. The sight of him naked and excited frightened her and the way he acted already hurt her more so she wanted to keep her distance.


Scott snapped out of his dream and blinked his eyes getting his bearings together. His mind quickly recollected why he was so euphoric and looked up and then turned to his bed seeing no one then he turned to see the person on the floor. His brow furrowed when he saw it was Jean, but when he noticed she was still wearing her uniform he was relieved it wasn’t her who caused his fantasies to come true. ‘Where is she? Did you scare her away Jean?’ he yelled. His erection was still evident but when Jean began to explain herself, the sound of her voice became annoying to him so much that it quickly went limp as a wet noodle and Jean was sadly offended. ‘I didn’t scare her away, she was never here Scott, she died earlier today remember?’ she answered getting up off the floor. ‘No that’s not possible, I felt her, I tasted her,’ he said pushing past Jean. He didn’t want to believe the events of the day had happened except for happened in his bedroom. She wasn’t dead, she couldn’t have been dead, it wasn’t possible. He looked in his bathroom, nothing. He grabbed anything he could find to wear and shoved past her out the door to Veiyn’s room. Going in her room without her permission was a death sentence but after what happened between them allowed him free passage, right? Not waiting for his conscience to answer he found himself standing alone in her room in the darkness, no presence felt at all, and that made him more nervous. ‘Scott I already told you she’s dead,’ Jean said standing in the hallway. ‘Shut up! You don’t know what you’re talking about,’ he spat at her. ‘Fine don’t believe me, but she died in your arms today correct?’ He turned to her and he never so more in his life wanted to just wring her little neck. ‘You think you’re right all the damn fucking time, well fine why don’t we go downstairs and see if she’s still in the infirmary?’ Before she could answer Scott was half way down the stairs heading for the elevator. Floating to catch up she barely made it before getting her hand stuck in the door. ‘Idiot. What’s the point of having powers if you don’t use them?’ Scott said pressing the button to the basement. The elevator made the traditional ‘ding’ alerting them the floor they wanted was beyond the doors and they opened, but Scott was out before they fully revealed their exit.


The steel doors of the infirmary were closed and without hesitation Scott entered and walked in with Jean on his heels. Revealed on the table where they laid her earlier was only the blanket that covered her body. Jean let out a gasp and Scott gave a Cheshire grin, but was soon gone when he saw Hank in the other room bending over. He ran leaving Jean in a fit of her own. He came in and spun Hank around, easy since he was immersed in something interesting on the table. Scott looked down praying he wasn’t doing an autopsy on Veiyn but he saw only a microscope and a sandwich. Exhaling, ‘Where is she Hank, where is Veiyn’s body?’ Hank looked over his glasses at the weird question. ‘Her body what are you talking about young man?’ ‘Her body remember she died this afternoon in the battle with Magneto.’ ‘My dear boy you did hit your head some kind of hard with the fight with him didn’t you.’ ‘But…’ ‘Mr. Summers, I put her body in the freezer until Charles comes back from his trip.’ The sound of Hank’s statement sent Scott and Jean into a blur. Scott couldn’t believe that what had happened was a dream, and Jean just shuddered and what Hank said was actually true, but how could have been possible. A few minutes later they both were viewing the cold body of the short-lived X member and they both looked at each other feeling like idiots and departing saying nothing.


Leaving each other to their thoughts Scott retreated to his room again to see if he could make sense of the feelings his body was having and how he touched her cold dead body. Jean went to the women’s locker room to take a hot shower keeping her distance from Scott. The steam in the shower covered Jean like a warm blanket securing her of the cruelty her mind and body was playing on her. The spray massaged her body like hot fingers of a tender lover. She exhaled in satisfaction until she felt the water trail up her body instead of down. She opened her eyes and looked down to see a hand snaking its way up her belly towards her breasts. Scared, she noticed she couldn’t move, or use her powers to escape. ‘Not again, oh God not again.’ Jean felt a hot tongue circle slowly over her nipple, sucking at her flesh and the water. Her hands were embedded into the tile wall, no way to escape. A hungry mouth covering almost every inch of her growing hot flesh then met the tongue of her invader. Jean gave a surprising gasp of pleasure making a hand reach around her other perky mound. Her erect rosy pearl was massaged and squeezed gently; with the suckling of her other was making the perfect Jean finding herself dripping between her legs. Jean is now gasping faster and more intensely when she feels a thumb rubbing harshly against her clit and two fingers invading her pussy. The thrusting inside her was nothing like it was before, if there was a before, and she felt she needed to filled completely. ‘More,’ Jean said in a hushed whisper. The fingers shoved themselves deeper inside her, but that wasn’t what she wanted. ‘No, more…’ A voice inside her head asked her more of what. ‘Tell me specifically what you want.’ On the verge of tears from the pleasure she licked her lips and lowered her head, still unable to see who it was but she had an idea. ‘I..I want your dick,’ she muttered. ‘What? Louder,’ the voice demanded. ‘I want your cock inside me now, please,’ she begged louder. She suddenly found her back to the wall and a body pressed against her, but a weird body. A hand grabbed her throat and a face met hers, ‘Now why can’t you be so easy for Scott, you little fucking slut.’ As quickly as the event started she was alone again shaking, not from the heat or the ordeal but from the person who attacked her. Her lip shook as the name escaped her frightened body, ‘Veiyn….’ She slid down to the floor clutching her body trying desperately to make sense of what was going on.


Scott sat on the balcony watching the stars dance happily and the day was beginning to wear down on him, so he decided to take a hot shower to ease the tension he was having. ‘How, how in the world are you dead? I know I felt you, I know I did.’ The spray made him jump back when it hit his body. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ He saw his shower door open and in front of him he saw his walking dream alive and well and naked. She entered the shower and closed the door. ‘Because I can and you love it,’ Veiyn responded. ‘I thought you were dead I saw your body in the…’ Veiyn quieted his rant with her finger, which slowly met his tongue and teeth. She tasted so good to him, like a favorite meal, always hot and ready to be eaten in every way possible. At that moment Scott didn’t care if she was real, dead, or it was his imagination, she was right here and he could touch her and he was going to with every fiber of his being. Veiyn hadn’t even done anything yet and Scott was already rock hard, his cock in between them. The softness of her hot skin made his veins jump with impatience. He snatched her finger from his mouth and picked her up wrapping her legs around his waist pinning her body under the hot spray of the water. His hands held her ass, man he thought it was so round and thick. Knowing she wasn’t the sensitive Jean without her permission he rammed as much of himself inside her wet cunt. Veiyn screamed his name as he began to slowly thrust himself inside her. The silky nest made Scott shudder, squeezing her ass harder with each push of his hips. Getting impatient Veiyn grabbed two handfuls of his short hair and pulled his head back hard. ‘I am not some prissy bitch who can’t take it. If you don’t fuck me like the whore you want me to be I’ll go find some other dick someplace el…’ Before she could finish Scott began to pummel her hot cunt, digging his hands into her flesh. ‘Is this what the fuck you want, bitch?’ His question was answered with her moaning loudly in his ear. He pulled her body off the wall and began bobbing her body up and down on his dick. ‘Is this what you want?’ ‘Yes, God yes!!! Don’t stop please don’t stop!!’ Scott slid the door open and carried her to the bed without emerging from her throbbing pussy. He laid her down with her ass off the edge of the bed, and looked at her, unmoving. Veiyn dug her heels into his ass making him move inside of her but he still didn’t move. ‘What?’ she asked him. ‘Just wanted to know what it was like to have someone else beg for it for a change,’ he said smiling.


He placed his hands on her thighs and spread her legs as wide as they would go and bent down on them for support. He watched her demonic eyes as he began to hover over her body. Veiyn slowly felt him inch his way inside until her ass met his hips. She gripped the edge of he bed with her hands waiting for his body to take over hers. Scott raised his hips almost expelling completely from her warmth then suddenly thrust hard inside her making her scream out in pain. He brought himself back again and again pushing harder and harder each time making Veiyn cry out begging for more each time. ‘Keep your legs spread,’ he hissed. He put his hands around her head and began fucking the shit out her pounding non stop into her swollen cunt making tears fall from her eyes. Veiyn couldn’t believe how much the intensity befallen her body felt so damn good. Scott gotten her so wet she climaxed in a matter of minutes, Scott riding his dick on her waves of pleasure never stopping or slowing down. He let out his Neanderthal grunts and groans as his hips piston inside her another wave of pleasure washing between them. Scott flooded her with his hot cum pushing himself over and over the edge. The sweat on his back slowly made its way to his hips he opened his eyes and looked down at Veiyn secretly hoping and wishing she were still there. His eyes opened and she was still there, breathing heavy, sweating. He smiled and slowly removed his cum slicked cock from her soft pussy, again she moaned with pleasure. ‘I’ll be right back.’ He watched her scoot her butt on the bed and went into the bathroom. He tried to rush so he could be with her, jerking the last of his piss, he flushed and exited the bathroom. ‘Ready for round two?’ he asked. He jumped into his bed getting under the covers greeting the warm body under the covers, but instead of Veiyn he found Jean, hair wet and body red from extreme heat. ‘What the hell? I know that was not you, it couldn’t have been.’ ‘Scott, I…what…she…’ Jean muttered closing her eyes. Scott threw his covers off of his body and stood up rubbing his face roughly and looked out his balcony window and saw Veiyn looking out into the night sky. ‘There you are.’ He walked over to her and grabbed her from behind and nuzzled her neck. ‘Don’t ever do that again, okay.’ She turned around and looked him in the eye, ‘Don’t do what?’ ‘Leave me and then replace your sexy body with the cold witch.’ ‘Scott what are you talking about, wake up, I’m dead remember.’ She touched his face and her hands were cold as ice instead of hot with fire like usual. ‘No you cannot be dead we just fucked like crazy!!’ ‘How when I’m all dry and the both of you are all wet?’ Scott turned around too look at Jean asleep in the bed, then back to Veiyn who was gone. He turned again and ran inside to wake up Jean praying that it wasn’t her. When he got to his bed and snatched the covers off the bed there was no one there at all until he looked up and saw Veiyn on the other side of the bed still naked. She crawled across his bed and behind her was Jean in a towel crying. ‘It’s all just a dream,’ Veiyn replied. She placed a kiss on his lips and his body grew extremely hot and then darkness. Jean made her way upstairs and fell on her bed. She wanted so badly to tell Scott, but she didn’t want to get yelled at so she went to her room and lay in her bed not wanting to remember anything. She turned on her lamp and Veiyn was standing against the wall, her demon eyes boring a hole into Jeans head. Jean had no time to react before Veiyn had her again by the throat, ‘I’ll show you what a ‘fire-bitch’ really is’ A muddy cloud fell over Jeans subconscious and she felt herself falling into a dark abyss.

The morning sun slipped its way into the room dancing across Scott’s face making him scrunch it in annoyance. He felt a body under his arm and woke up, then nudged the body awake. ‘Mornin’ sleepy head,’ he said half happy and half dazed. ‘Scott, what’s going on? He fell from the bed when he heard Jean’s voice and jumped more when he saw his bedroom door open. Jean pulled he covers over her head so not to be detected. ‘Rise and shine Scotty boy,’ said Logan. He began to shut the door when he poked his head back in, ‘Oh by the way Jeannie, you can’t hide because I can smell you halfway across the courtyard. ‘Bout damn time you two bumped uglies.’ Logan was about to leave for real when he looked at Scott then Jean, and for two people who just ‘found’ themselves surely wasn’t acting like it. He shook his head and shut the door. Before he made his way to the stairs he went to Veiyn’s room and ran his palm down the oak door and shook his head. Scott sat on the carpet looking at Jean in disbelief. ‘There is no way in hell that was you!! Get the fuck out!!’ Down at breakfast everyone was there, Remy, Rogue, Hank, Logan, Bobby, Kurt, Warren, and surprising Jean, the Professor. ‘Good morning Jean, I hope you had a restful night,’ he said placing his coffee on the table. She jumped at the sound of his voice and sat at the table with her head down. *Good girl, he said telepathically. Scott sat down beside her also not saying a word, he reached for the cereal when Veiyn came in and sat beside him grabbing the fruit bowl and began peeling an orange. No one but him noticed that the woman who was driving him crazy was sitting eating like nothing happened yesterday. ‘Jean, who’s sitting beside me right now?’ Bringing her head up she moved forward and put her head down and answered in a whisper, ‘Magneto, why?’ Scott looked at Veiyn lick the juice from her arm when he heard the Professor ask his oldest friend if would be attending Veiyn’s funeral since it was he who murdered her.


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