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Title: Priority Male
Author: Karen
Email: Kittenrescue@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Scott Summers is owned by Marvel and James
Marsden is owned by Lisa Linde.
Archive Rights: Dolphin Haven.
Rating: R
Summary: Scott
visits Magneto in prison and runs into Yuriko Oyama.
Author�s Note: As this is a �teaser� fic, it doesn�t have a
definitive ending.
Special thanks to: The usual suspects for the preview and
help � your suggestions were right on target, as always.

~ Priority Male ~

Scott made the two hour journey to the maximum-security
facility that housed Magneto�s �hamster cage� to get some answers that Charles�
weekly visits simply weren�t producing. It was Scott�s belief that despite the
friendly chess matches, Erik would never take Charles into his confidence to
the degree they needed and time was not favorably on their side. Mystique was
still disguised as Senator Kelly and trying to convince people that *he�d* had
an epiphany, that all of his previous posturing about mutants had been a
horrible error in judgment based on incomplete information. A few people
doubted the Senator�s newfound sincerity and the rank of disbelievers was
steadily growing larger. Erik�s plan to effect change from inside the enemy�s
camp was rapidly disintegrating and the X-Men
realized he�d soon change tactics and resort to a new scheme � one that likely
favored sheer force over the far less successful subtle persuasive approach. He
was definitely planning something, hints of which had been creeping along the
mutant community�s gossip grapevine for some time now. The time for gentle
questioning had long since passed, and Scott was there to try and get some
definitive answers.

Scott filled out the seemingly endless log of paperwork
while silently damning the government and their obsessive need to have
everything in triplicate. He�d finished what he hoped was the last of it and
was just putting the pen down when a band of white hard plastic was snapped
onto his wrist. It looked like the type of electronic device that prisoners who
were being monitored continually were compelled to wear around their ankles.

�Suppression cuff.� The clerk informed him nonchalantly, and
then needlessly added, �Can�t have you muties running around the place with
your powers intact now, can we?�

A lack of powers wouldn�t be much of a deterrent for Erik�s
cohorts when they were ready to have their leader rejoin them. Scott found
little comfort in the fact they�d have to resort to blasting him out the
old-fashioned way. Didn�t these people understand the concept of �where there�s
a will, there�s a way�?

Not wanting the specially designed plastic visor messed with
while he was in with Erik, Scott opted to keep it on despite the suppression
cuff and his desire to once again see the world in colors so long denied him �
not that the stark whiteness in the immediate area or the clear plastic
construction of Erik�s cell would offer him much to look at anyway.

He was then ushered into another section of the prison where
he was subjected to a body scan to make certain that he didn�t have any metal
on him. As expected, he came up clean � even the zipper on his leather pants
had been formed out of plastic. A female guard old enough to be his mother, who
apparently took great pride in her thoroughness, then frisked him.

�Having fun, Arleen?� A guard, with a nametag that read
�Laurio�, asked the woman.

�You have fun your way, and I�ll have it mine,� she replied
as her hands lingered on Scott�s chest.

�Finding anything dangerous?� Laurio inquired as he watched
Arleen�s hands slowly move down Scott�s body.

�I think this oughta be registered as a weapon,� Arleen said
with a lascivious grin as she skimmed her fingers over Scott�s crotch.

Scott stood perfectly still, not wanting to give her the
satisfaction of any kind of response.

�Okay, the cutie pie�s clean,� she said, finally - and reluctantly - done groping him.

Scott felt like he needed a shower.

After all the hoops Scott had to jump through it turned out
to be a colossal waste of time as Erik steadfastly refused to answer any of his
point-blank questions. Not that he�d really expected Erik to cave, but as one
of Charles� prot�g�s Scott was always the eternal optimist. Scott had noticed
the bruises on the older man and even his offer to see what could be done about
the obvious mistreatment had failed to illicit any cooperation.

As Scott stepped out of the clear tunnel that separated
Erik�s cell from the rest of the building he was relieved to find Laurio was
the only guard still on duty. At least he wouldn�t have to submit to an exit
frisking by an overzealous Arleen. Concerned about Erik, Scott turned to look
at him one final time, which sufficiently distracted him enough that he didn�t
register the other door sliding open. It wasn�t until he heard the distinct
sound of a weapon being cocked that he snapped around to see a dark-haired
woman with a sizeable plastic gun aimed directly at him. Scott�s mouth dropped
open in involuntary horror.

�Cyclops I presume?�

�Who wants to know?� Scott responded as he regained his
composure.

�That�s not important,� she said, the gun still aimed at his
head.

Scott glanced over at Laurio who�d obviously had his palm
well greased, as he made no attempt to help.

�Will that thing still work after we leave the prison
grounds?� the woman asked Laurio as she indicated the suppression cuff on
Scott�s wrist.

Laurio handed her a small key.

�It�ll work until it�s removed,� he replied as he moved out
of Scott�s line of vision.

�Good, I don�t want to mix too many drugs,� the woman said.

{Mix too many drugs?
What the hell is she talking about?}

It was at that precise moment Scott felt a sharp sting in
the back of his neck and realized Laurio had just stabbed him with a
hypodermic. He immediately started to feel the effects of whatever drug had
been in the syringe as he staggered briefly before his legs gave out from under
him and he crumbled to the floor. The woman stepped over to Scott�s prone form
and smiled down at him.

�Nighty, night,� she said before the blackness claimed him.

Scott started to slowly emerge from the drug-induced haze.
He felt light-headed and nauseous. Instinctively he reached up to check his
visor, discovered it was gone, and then remembered the suppression cuff. As a precaution, he kept his eyes tightly
closed as his fingers felt for the device. Discovering it was still locked in
place, he felt it was probably safe enough to open his eyes. Scott thought if
Laurio had been mistaken about the cuff�s ability to function away from the
prison, wherever he was being held was about to get a skylight the hard
way. He blinked and tried to focus, but
everything was still too blurry. A distorted shape to his left moved a little
closer.

�Here, drink this � it�ll help,� a female voice told
him.

Scott felt a glass pressed to his lips and he sipped at the
liquid, but his taste buds refused to register any flavor. Whatever it was felt
cool sliding down his parched throat and he drained the glass.

Now slightly more cognizant of his surrounding, Scott
discovered that he was lying on a hospital-style bed � naked, which didn�t
particularly surprise him. First rule of interrogation � strip the person of
their clothes and their dignity soon followed. Whoever had decided to make him
an unwilling �guest� had done their Bad Guys 101 homework.
The same woman who�d held the gun on him at the prison
turned out to be the one standing to his left and a man who was
heavily-muscled, in a bouncer at a strip club sort of way, stood to his right.

�I don�t suppose
you�re gonna cooperate and give me the information I want without a fight?� the
woman asked.

�How�d you guess?� Scott retorted.

�The end results are gonna be the same, so why do it the
hard way?�

�Gotta make you earn your money, don�t I?�

She let out a short barking laugh and said, �It�s you I�m gonna punch, not a clock.�

{Great, I get snatched
by the Princess of Pain.}

�Don�t look so panic stricken, I won�t mess up that pretty
face unless the sodium pentathol doesn�t work,� she told him as she stroked his
cheek with one hand and brought a syringe into view with the other.

�Gee I just took a nap,� Scott said in a mock whine.

�If you cooperate and answer my questions, then you won�t
have to,� she offered.

�Yes, I believe you�ve got a decent shot at that Miss
America title, but I don�t think the other girls will vote you Miss
Congeniality.�

�Trying to be a comedian, huh? Well, take my advice and keep
your day job,� she replied as she tapped the syringe and released any air
pockets by squeezing out a trace amount of the ominous looking liquid.

�This is fun, but could we get to the roughing me up part
already, �cause I�d like to be released in time for dinner � it�s meatloaf
night.�

The bouncer-guy held Scott down as the woman caressingly ran
her hand over his bicep, before she thumped the vein in the crease where his
arm bent at the elbow, then pushed the needle in and depressed the plunger. The
combination of the bite from the needle and the sting of the drug entering his
system made Scott grit his teeth.
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�Don�t fight the drug or this will take twice as long as
necessary,� she told him as she removed the needle.

She just stood there watching him � looking for an
indication that the drug was taking effect. Scott held her gaze, his jaw firmly
clenched � refusing to let her see she was intimidating him in any way. She appreciated his futile effort and smiled
at him knowingly.

{Bitch.}

Scott�s attempts to stave off the effects of the drug were
useless and he felt his body surrender the fight. Obviously the woman had prior
experience with this particular interrogation method because she seemed to know
the precise moment he was ready to tell her everything she wanted to know.
Despite his best effort to resist, the potent pharmaceutical flowing through
his system compelled him to divulge the security codes for everything from the
front gates to Cerebro itself. He felt weak and not just physically. Like he�d
let down his mentor, even though he knew Charles would not lay blame at his
feet for this. No, that would be his job.

Scott was exhausted and closed his eyes.

He thought only a few moments had passed, but when he opened
his eyes again he found he was no longer lying on the hospital-style bed, but
on a regular besteastead. A bed with silk sheets. Apart from the suppression
cuff still clamped on his wrist he was mercifully restraint-free. Sweeping the
mocha-colored silk sheet aside he discovered that he was also still
clothes-free. He sat up and looked around, noting the room was tastefully
decorated as if it were ready to be featured in a photo spread for Cosmopolitan
Home magazine. The color scheme throughout the large room was varying shades of
cream, which wasn�t terribly exciting for his newfound freedom from viewing
things through ruby quartz. He stood up, modestly wrapped the sheet around him
and pointlessly walked over to the door, not at all surprised to find it locked
from the outside. A quick survey of the room gave him no clue about the usual
occupant as there were no personal effects in sight, but somehow he knew he was
still in the clutches of the attractive but sadistic bitch who�d forced him to
betray his friends, and that this was her room. Opening up the closet door he
found that he�d been right as saw the feminine and obviously expensive clothes.
Next he went into the bathroom where at last he found more personal items on
the counter and in the drawers. Picking up a green bottle of perfume he
examined the label and was amused by the highly appropriate name ~
�Poison�.

Scott then went over to the toilet and relieved his bladder.
He debated missing the bowl and giving the bitch something to clean up. He�d
just flushed when he heard the distinct sound of the lock on the outer
door. Not holding out any hopes that it
was the �cavalry� arriving to rescue him, he opted not to go out and greet
whoever it was and decided instead to open the medicine cabinet in search of a
toothbrush. It was as he was brushing his teeth that he finally took the time
to look in the mirror and examine the deep blue color of his eyes � something
he�d given up hope of ever seeing again. He suddenly felt a pang of sadness as
he�d always hoped to share such a pivotal moment with Jean.

�Scott?� the now familiar voice called out.

Unless he�d somehow figured out a way to suspend himself
from the ceiling or phase through a wall, it should�ve been pretty obvious to
her exactly where he was if he wasn�t in plain sight.

Scott looked up with a mouthful of toothpaste foam as she
walked into the bathroom.

Spitting it out he said, �What no �Hi, honey, I�m home�?�

�How are you feeling?� she asked in a tone that held no hint
of any genuine concern.

�Like someone just forcibly extracted information from me,�
he replied as he dried his mouth on one of her fancy towels, �So, how was your
day? Kill anyone?�

�No. But the day�s not over yet,� she said as she leaned
against the counter.

Scott noticed that her dark brown hair was no longer held
back in a severe ponytail, but hanging loose almost down to her waist. She was
dressed in a sleeveless silk dress that was the same shade as the sheet
currently wrapped around his waist � must be her favorite color he thought. He
also noticed the plunging neckline and prominent cleavage. Real, they were
definitely real and his body was involuntarily beginning to respond to her
overt sexuality.

�Hot date?�

�My boss told me to get rid of you,� she told him as she slid
between him and the sink, �and I don�t think he meant sending you on a
Caribbean cruise.�

She ran her hands over the firm muscles of his bare chest
and sighed appreciatively. Her closeness and the touching weren�t helping him in
his battle to control his body�s natural reaction.

�I get it,� Scott said knowingly, �If I�m *nice* to you,
then you�ll help me escape � is that it?�

She looked up at him and smiled wickedly, �No, I�m still
gonna kill you after we fuck.�

�Then what the hell�s in it for me?�

�I thought all men wanted to die in bed after a night of
wild sex?� she laughed.

�That depends on who they�re having sex with,� Scott replied
cuttingly.

�Honey, you can�t stand there with that hard-on and tell me
you don�t want me under you.�

�He�s always been an individual thinker.�

�Games are over, Scott,� she said as she yanked the sheet
away and dropped to her knees.

Scott went to step back away from her, but she immediately
had him in her mouth and he suddenly lost the ability to think coherently. Damn
she was good � even more skilled at this than she was at information
extraction. In fact, if she�d done this she wouldn�t have had to use sodium
pentathol � he would�ve told her anything she wanted to know as she was sucking
him off. He threaded his fingers
through the silken strands of her hair and dropped his head back as she
expertly worked on him. She alternated between a gentle sucking action around
the head and long slides of her tongue up and down his swollen shaft until,
with a shudder and then a groan; he spilled himself down her throat.

He staggered backward slightly as she stood up and reached
behind her to unzip the dress. A puddle of silk
pooled at her feet and as she stepped out of it Scott
saw that she hadn�t bothered with a bra and was now standing before him in just
a white lace thong. He�d been right, they were real and very nice to boot. The
woman standing before him ~ one scrap of fabric away from being naked ~ was
aiming for something stimulating, and Scott doubted it was conversation. His lower half agreed and his cock quickly
grew hard again.

�Now fuck me,� she ordered.

Despite his body�s instinctual reaction, every moral fiber
in Scott was screaming for him to remain faithful � especially knowing she was
planning on killing him regardless. It
would serve no purpose for him to die an adulterer, even if Jean would never
know. However, he also needed to buy more time, to give Charles a chance to
locate him with Cerebro and formulate an escape plan of his own. Even if the
odds for success were decidedly against him, he had to try � and at least that
way he�d go out fighting. It would be a lot more dignified, and his pride
wouldn�t allow him to be led quietly like a lamb to slaughter. But if he miraculously
survived, would Jean understand and forgive him for his stall tactics? More
importantly, would he be able to forgive himself?

Scott knew he didn�t have the luxury of debating the issue
much longer before his captor�s patience ran out and she put a bullet through
his brain. His natural instinct to survive was enough to override his sense of
honor so he reached over and ripped the flimsy thong right off of her. He
grabbed her roughly and started to push her down onto the floor.

�Not here. The bed.�

Scott merely shrugged and carried her over to the bed where
he unceremoniously dumped her down. If he had to do this, it would be no
seduction.

�Wait!� she ordered as he moved over her.

She leaned over, reached into the nightstand and retrieved a
small foil packet.

�Put this on, I don�t know where you�ve been,� she said as
she handed him the condom.

Scott ripped open the package, removed the latex disc,
tossed the wrapper on the floor and then rolled the condom on smoothly.

�So, are you gonna finally tell me your name?� he asked as
he nudged her legs apart.

�Why�s it so important to you?�

�Because you�re gonna be screaming my name when you come and
I wanna be able to reciprocate.�

She smiled at that.

�It�s Yuriko.�

~*~*~*~*
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