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Okay, this is sort of part one of a story, first off. There may be a part two, but that all
depends on circumstances working out in the positive aspects of everyday life. Second, thanks
again, Patrick for all your help. It has a title! :) Third, this is a story with sexually
explicit material, so if you aren't supposed to be reading it...you know better! Don't
read it! Also, this one was kind of spawned and finished because of Northlight's Never Would Have
Happened Challenge...in a way. It might have, but circumstance prevented it.

Obligatory Disclaimer: Okay, these two belong to Marvel, as do the other bit
players in this story. I have to tell you that if you aren't supposed to be reading this,
according to the laws, regulations and whatnot of your immediate area, pertaining to sexual
situations written in a graphic manner, Do Not Read It, or I'll find you, gouge your eyes out
with a mellon baller, and send Denis Leary to your house...oops. I get carried away sometimes.
*GRIN* Anyway, the same old stuff stands: I'm not making any money...I don't think anyone would
pay me for it, anyway, so don't sue me. And for those of you who are continutiy picky...sorry!
I played with it A LOT. It's just for for the story, so don't get your panties in a bunch, okay?

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"And I don't know what you mean to me,

But I wanna turn you on, turn you up, figure you out,

I wanna take you on..."

-"Strange Currencies"; R.E.M.

Feral liked to watch. She liked to watch all of them; pathetic meat that they were. She was
allowing herself a leisurely stretch after she'd gotten the last little bit of grape jelly out of
her fur, the result of a food fight in the kitchen started between Rictor and Sunspot. She'd
been lucky enough to get out of there before Cable showed up, so she didn't have to hear the
lecture the other two were going to receive for it. But of course, there was still the little
matter to clear up with the boys about getting her silky brown fur full of their sticky, sugary
fruitstuffs.

But that could wait. For now, she had other things to do.

Her green cat's eyes surveyed the Danger Room in her usual predatory fashion, watching the
young man working out by himself with the flying battle drones. She found the small metal robots
an annoyance, but it was better than getting another chewing out for gutting one of the others
like she had after she opened up Cannonball's gullet. She felt a grin creep across her face at
the memory as her tail twitched slightly. Now that had been fun. Of course, they had stopped
the playtime after that, much to her disappointment; she had wanted a shot at Shattybuns for the
threat he'd made. But the weaklings had rushed off, worrying in their usual meat ways about the
young southern man. Oh, well, she thought to herself. Looks like I had to wait, but
I'll get him back for it.

She'd made the offer once before, which only ended up irritating him, so she'd left. She was
a bit hurt by the rejection, but passed it off as nonchalantly as she could, deriving some
satisfaction from his aggravated screams of "Shatterstar! My name is Shatterstar!"
after her. Ever since then, it was her favorite way of getting under his skin. He had gotten a
bit more relaxed about it, lately, so it was becoming less amusing, but she'd take what she could
get. Had it been her imagination, or had he actually started to act more friendly toward her
lately? Little things she hadn't thought about until she sat there, watching him, like the
almost playful tone his teasing had taken when he'd pointed out how her accent tended to get
thicker when she was excited. For the most part, she could keep her Chicano roots down
to a minimum when she spoke, but she usually forgot to control her accent when her mind was more
occupied on the thrill of the hunt.

Her eyes followed a flash of motion from Shatterstar as he quickly spun, swords expertly
tagging the drone behind him before he flipped back and assumed another one of his poses.
He had always been used to having an audience, so the poses he struck, as well as his acrobatic,
flashy moves had always been a part of his fighting style. She smiled to herself, wondering if
he would be pleased at all, knowing he did have an audience at that moment to watch his moves
and the rest of his perfectly muscled body streaked with beads of sweat, wearing nothing more
than a pair of spandex shorts, his preferred workout uniform when he was by himself.

Such a pity that he should be by himself, though. After all, hadn't Cable been rather
insistent as of late about teamwork among them? And since Cable had a tendency to partner the
two of them together on missions, wouldn't it be a good idea for them to work together on a
session in the Danger Room? She'd always wanted to join him, but something had always stopped
her. Of course, she always insisted to herself that it wasn't fear that kept her from doing it...
of course not. What could he possibly do to her? The thought of rejection stabbed
at her, making her tail twitch uncomfortably. Rejection from the others gave her no problem; it
was something she always expected and she ignored it, doing what she pleased. But the rejection
from him would cut into her every time. They were so much alike, she reasoned. There was no
need for him to condemn her for the way she was; they were the same sides of the coin, held the
same theory of dealing with any opposition that got in their way, had the same instinct... Why
couldn't he see that?

She hissed angrily at herself for her thoughts. You're starting to sound like the rest of
them, her mind scolded. Pathetic, pretty meat. What's the big deal? I could go right
down there, right now and do whatever I wanted and there's nothing to stop me. "Nothing at
all," she growled, leaping to her feet and making a path to the locker rooms, where she pulled
her scant clothing off (which Domino had found for her, suggesting it would be more comfortable
than what she normally clothed herself in) and quickly changed into her old costume, which she
still wore on occasion. That was about the only thing she had ever liked about Boomer; the one
day where the blonde had decided to change her look and pulled as many of X-Force as she could
with her, she had taken Feral's offer of letting her re-vamp the cat woman's costume. She had
to admit, that no matter how much she hated Tabitha, the costume suited her tastes quite nicely.
There had been a short debate over how revealing her new uniform was, or as Roberto had pointed
out, her lack of a uniform, but Cable had stood up for her, as always, telling the others there
was no problem, considering everything necessary was covered, and what wasn't, had fur. It was
much less constricting, allowing her better movement, and she didn't like the way Sunspot had
been insinuating that her costume would give any male opposition "the wrong idea". After all,
what did a fleshling like Sunspot know about "the wrong idea"? They were all the same in her
eyes; pigs that wanted to make her purr, pigs that needed gutting. Pigs that needed to die for
it, in the most painful way possible.

All of them, but him.

She felt her heart start to race as she snuck through the doors and hung back by the walls for
a moment, watching again. She flexed her claws in nervousness, but started to stalk forward,
just a little, keeping her eyes trained on the drones, trying to focus on anything but him.
Maybe she would feel better about the whole thing if she just decided to attack him as well, and
tear him open, leaving her to think of other things for a change. He was all she could think
about lately, and it was making her angry. How dare he do this to her? How dare
he invade her thoughts, the most private places of her mind? Making her think things...things
she didn't want to think about; feel things she didn't want to feel. The conflicting thoughts
and emotions made her want to scream. It would be so easy to attack him, while his attention was
focused on his training; all it would take was one carefully planned leap-and-slash, and it would
all be over. The sudden thought of grabbing that damn ponytail of his and yanking his head back
long enough to tear his throat out was appealing, but another thought overrode that as a drone
floated up behind him, evidently taking the same strategy she had been planning.

Without thinking twice, she let out a growl and leapt forward, slashing, swatting the robot
out of the way. Unfortunately, his reflexes were fast and he'd heard the growl and before she
knew it, she was pinned to the floor, a sword on either side of her head. She hissed reactivity
and kicked up with her back legs, just grazing the skin on his stomach. "Get offa me!" she
yowled, baring her fangs. "Is this the way you thank someone for watching your back?"

Shatterstar glared down at her for a moment before he pulled his swords out of the floor.
"I do not need anyone to watch my back," he spat, then spun suddenly, cleanly slashing through
a drone that had been charging at him from behind. "I can handle myself in combat more than
effectively on my own without having someone else to worry about getting in the way."

"That's not the way Cable sees it," she pointed out, drawing herself to her feet. "He expects
us to work together. We're normally sent off together and I don't want to wind up dead because
you can't handle working with someone, and I don't think you'd like my gutting you the way I did
the country mouse because you got in my way, do you, Shattybuns?" She smiled a little in
satisfaction when he bristled at the name.

He hated when she called him that. The others insisted she did it just to make him angry,
although a few of the older ones seemed to find it amusing, pointing out that it was just a
nickname she had given him. After all, she never got angry when the others called her the normal
plethora of names, such as "Kitty-cat" or "Pussycat", among others. If she didn't let it bother
her, then he decided it wasn't going to bother him, either. After all, wasn't he always so much
more in control than her? Getting angry only disrupted the self-control he had spent his entire
life perfecting. But if anyone else called him that infernal name, as Tabitha did on occasion,
it never bothered him as much as when she did. He pushed the thought out of his mind and
pondered her statement about working together.

His blue eyes flashed for a moment, somewhere between irritation of not thinking of the
strategy himself and begrudging respect for her thinking of it in the first place, then sighed.
"Perhaps it would make Cable more at ease if he knew his suggestions were not only being taken
seriously, but worked toward, as well," he admitted to her. "Very well, but do not get in my way."

"Just don't get in mine, Shattybuns," she replied coolly. "Now, are we gonna tear stuff up,
or are we gonna stand here like a coupla babies?" She turned her back on him, knowing the answer
before he could voice it and started watching the drones intently.

After almost fifteen minutes of attacking and training, they started to get a better feel for
each other's strategy and moves. Soon, they were fighting and covering each other in a way that
seemed perfectly choreographed. Feral was still having a problem focusing on the problem at
hand, catching herself watching 'Star more often than she was the drones. As far as she could
tell, the only thing he was concerned with was the training they were doing and she knew she
should be doing the same, but the fact that she was getting distracted by him, whereas he didn't
even seem to notice she was there, was getting maddening. She couldn't understand why she wanted
his attention so badly, or why she just wanted him, but she quickly decided that she was going to
get what she wanted, whether he liked it or not. The question was how?

Watching the drones, she smiled to herself suddenly. There was a way and the pain would be
worth it, if it would get what she wanted. If not, she would make him pay dearly for it.

She managed to get in the way of one of the drones and stood still, bracing herself for the
pain that was about to come, the attack she knew she could have easily gotten out of the way of.
Then, it happened. She heard the tearing of the cloth that made up her uniform much before she
felt the sting of the wound the robot left across her body as the oxygen hit it. She hadn't
expected it to hurt that much, but then again, she hadn't ever stood there and taken a hit
without the adrenaline of combat to help her ignore it, either. She yowled unexpectedly and
jumped back, placing a hand over the scratch, smelling her own blood, which made her mad. The
drone sent a concussive blast at her immediately afterward, knocking her back hard, directly into
Shatterstar and she slipped to the floor. She lay there for a moment, too angry to move, hissing
and spitting at the drone as it hovered above her. She had to stop herself from jumping up at it
and tearing it to pieces, remembering that she was trying to appear injured and in need of help.

Being the steadfast partner that he was, Shatterstar turned and flung one of his swords,
impaling the drone that had just attacked Feral to the wall. He looked down at her with some
consternation and said in a harsh voice, "I thought you said you could handle yourself."

Feral kept herself from leaping up and tearing his throat out for a moment, all the while,
thinking, I can handle myself and you have no idea how close you just came to dying.
Instead, she glared up at him in return. "I can," she snapped, the hackles on the back of her
neck standing up. "And I think I'm entitled to a mistake now and then. Not all of us can have
your discipline, you know." She put her hands behind her and tried to push herself up into a
sitting position, but the pain of her wound tore through her and she let out a pain-filled yowl
as she slipped back down to the floor.

Shatterstar sighed. He couldn't quite tell if she was being sarcastic, but she was down and
needed to get back up. He reluctantly he held a hand out to her. "Do you need any help?" he
questioned seriously. The slash across her chest didn't look very deep, but it was obvious she
was in pain from it.

"No," she hissed, swatting his hand away. "I can get up myself. Jus' leave me 'lone, okay?" She knew her accent was creeping back into her voice, but she didn't care. She had even forgotten about her little plan for the moment, much too concerned with the fact that she was in a position where she might actually have to ask for help from someone. It was a thought she hated more than anything and she wasn't about to admit she was weak enough to ask for help on such a little thing. She'd show him she was just as strong as he was, if not more. She gritted her teeth and tried once more to push herself up, but the pain was more than she'd accounted for and tears stung at the back of her eyes. No! I'm not gonna cry! her mind screamed. It doesn't hurt...Just stop it!

Shatterstar watched her try to get up again and saw her arms fall to her sides once again, her
eyes squeezed shut, fangs bared in an angry snarl. He could have sworn he saw a tear form at the
corner of her eye as she drew in a shaking breath and tried again, only to slip back to the metallic
floor. He understood her need to do things for herself, but it was apparent she needed some help
and he was going to give it to her, whether she wanted it or not. He leaned down and started to
slip his arms behind her, to pick her up at least and was rewarded with a slash of his own across
his bare chest.

"I said, lemme 'lone, jou bassard!" she yowled, making wild swings at him. "I can get up
myself!" Angry tears were welling up in her eyes as she glared at him. "I don' need no help
from jou." She struggled for control of herself, realizing that the adrenaline was taking away
most of the pain of her wound. She glanced up at him and saw what looked to be a hurt look
flash momentarily in his eyes, almost like a wall had been let down momentarily, but quickly
rebuilt itself, as he stood over her. She suddenly felt bad for what she'd done, eyeing the
bloody scratches marring his skin.

"I was only trying to help you," he pointed out to her.

"I know," she said quietly, then glanced up at him guiltily. However, when he held his hand
out the second time, she had to fight to keep a straight face. Her pain was forgotten and her
plan wormed it's way back into her mind. All it would take was a carefully planned kick...

She waited patiently for him to pull her into a sitting position and gently leaned down to
pick her up, so he could help her to her feet. He was carefully watching her hands, just in case
she decided she didn't want any more help and didn't notice his feet kicked out from under him
until he crashed to the floor on top of her. He was evidently momentarily stunned enough for her
to make a move, so she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a deep kiss.

She was surprised at first, when she noticed he was kissing back, just as eagerly as she was.
A thought flashed through her mind and she just couldn't resist the urge to bite him, just a
little... Her teeth sank into his lip, lightly at first, but when he started kissing harder,
she bit down until she tasted blood. She felt his arms start to pull her closer in a hungry
embrace, then, he suddenly struggled away from her, pushing himself up on his arms above her and
cried, "Za's Vid, woman, what are you doing?!" He ran the back of his hand over his mouth and
grimaced at the sight of his own blood.

"Getting ready to give jou a workout jou ain't never gonna forget," she purred coyly, running
a claw lightly down his chest. As it was, her earlier slash on him was healing and she had to
smile at the shudder she got as her claw just barely brushed over the rapidly-healing wound.
"Wha'choo say, Shatty? Jou up for it?"

"I do not know what you are talking about," he insisted, turning scarlet under her gaze. He
was angry at himself for losing control for just that one moment; she shouldn't have done that.
"And I do not understand why you did that..."

"Sure jou do," she said innocently, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. "Jou know.
If jou din't, jou wouldn't have done it back. I felt jou do it, so don' deny it."

"No," he said angrily, trying to get away from her embrace. "I did not do anything..."

"Oh, yes jou did," she purred in his ear, then bit him hard. "Jou did it an' jou liked it."
She pulled him into another kiss and just as he started to respond once more, she smiled inwardly
to herself and raked her claws against his back, tearing at the skin, arching her own body
forward in the motion of doing so. He bristled under the pain of her nails ripping his back open,
but couldn't stop the moan in his throat as the circulated air brushed across the wound.

He was completely unprepared for the feeling that flushed through his body and began condensing
between his legs, making it all the more uncomfortable at the moment, especially since he didn't
quite understand it, but he couldn't stop himself. There was something about the pain that was
making his body lose control of itself, making him do things, making him...bite her back? He
heard her let out something in across between a purr and a growl, and she gently bit his lip
again, then she started sucking on it...what was she doing? He started to struggle away
again and to his surprise, she let him without a fight.

As soon as 'Star lifted his head, she chuckled to herself and lightly raked her fangs across
his throat. This was much more fun than she'd anticipated. She hadn't expected him to bite her
back, but she didn't mind; it only proved they were more alike than he'd admit. She could feel
him tense at her actions and let her breath play across his throat for a moment before asking,
"So, jou 'fraid I'm gonna tear jour t'roat out?"

"No," he answered tersely, trying to ignore it.

"Good," she purred, then bit his shoulder. "This is much more fun, huh?"

"No."

"Oh, yes it is," she replied in a sing-song voice as she pressed herself against him. "Jou're
havin' fun; I can feel it." And feel it, she could. His erection was pressing into her leg and
it was still growing with the more pain she inflicted on him. In a moment of curiosity, she ran
her claws down his sides, just barely drawing blood and stopped at his hips. He pressed against
her with an agonized snarl.

"Stop it."

"Why?" she asked innocently.

"Because I do not like this," he snapped. "I am not having fun and I do not think this is a
workout in the slightest. All you are doing is..." He trailed off. What was she doing?

"All I'm doin' is what?" she asked.

"I...do not know," he admitted.

"An' tha's why jou don' like it?" she asked in exasperation. "I tell jou then. I'm turning
jou on, jou like it, an' that's why jou're like this right now." She slowly slid a hand between
them and grasped his cock through the shorts.

He bristled again and tried to struggle away, but he couldn't and bowed his head with a gasp. He had a pretty good idea of what was going on; it happened in enough movies here on Earth, and there was one the others had found one night on one of the channels where people were doing things to each other...what had Sunspot called it again? A "porno"? Of course he had watched it with a sincere interest; he'd never seen a vid like that before and it was strangely fascinating although everyone was doing so much screaming and moaning, he thought they'd been hurting each other. He'd asked Ric about it later and his friend only sighed and tried to explain it as best as he could, but has finally said he'd have to do it to really understand it.

Look, all you need is a willing woman to show you how to do it, Ric had told him.
And I doubt that would be any problem, but it would be safer if I found you one, so you don't
end up with a disease or something. He didn't think Feral would have any diseases; they had
all gotten treated to physicals on a regular basis and she seemed to be willing, even though she
wasn't acting at all like the women in the "porno". It was a new curiosity, he supposed,
something he'd never done before...but what if he did it wrong? It didn't seem like there was
any real way to mess it up, but...

He'd been so lost in thought, he hadn't noticed her getting ready to flip him onto his back
and almost threw her across the room out of instinct, but caught himself at the last moment.
For his disobedience, she slashed him across the arm and caught his throat with her other hand,
pressing it down to the floor. She was crouched on top of him, glaring down at him, so he took
the opportunity to catch the wrist that held her hand against his throat and removed it with a
yank, her claws lightly scratching across the skin, leaving a new set of marks. "That is quite
enough," he told her sternly. "I do not know what you are trying to do, but it is not working."

"Yes, it is," she told him matter-of-factly. "I'll prove it." She slowly climbed off him and
sat near his legs, looking at his shorts in contemplation, then grinned. A few quick slashes were
all it took. Suddenly, his shorts were in shreds and his legs were bleeding, but the fact that
his cock was standing upright, throbbing painfully and screaming for attention was the example
she wanted. She gave him a knowing smile, thrilled with the fact that he was incredibly
embarrassed and tore the shredded clothing away.

She stopped momentarily, though. This was the first time she'd really seen someone's cock up
close. Of course, there was the other night when the rest of the team had found a porno on cable,
and she'd left the room. After a while, her curiosity had gotten the better of her, though and
she'd stayed near the doorway, crouched in the shadows, watching just as intently as Shatterstar
had been. Her mind flashed back to that; she'd glanced over at him a time or two and had missed
several parts of the movie, just watching the look of intense curiosity of his face, smiling a
little at the fact that he was so mesmerized by watching other people having sex. After all, it
was no big deal; people did it all the time. The only difference was in 'Star's world, there was
no real physical mating. People were engineered there and she doubted anyone had sex at all, not
even married couples. Well, it was about time to teach him how.

She steeled herself and bent down, slowly, just lightly rubbing her cheek across his erection,
letting the fur play across it for a moment. She almost giggled when his cock twitched again,
making him gasp in surprise. This was going to be fun. She lowered her head and let her tongue
slowly run up the underside of his shaft, then lowered her head again to lightly nip at the base
of it with her canines. He let out another startled cry, but didn't move away, so she did it
again, then began licking the precum off his head, very gently before she pulled it into her
mouth.

As Feral began swallowing his cock, Shatterstar lay there, stock-still in a mixture of
confusion and terror. He knew he'd never felt anything like it, but he couldn't describe whether
it was pain or pleasure that was filling his body at that moment. Suddenly, there was nothing
but a warm, wet sensation enveloping him that turned his mind inside-out and he couldn't have
moved if he wanted to. His eyes closed and he had to force himself to breathe, but it felt...
wonderful! A small smile began creeping across his face at it's own will. He tried to get
himself back under control, but all that happened was that his head arched back and he let out a
very loud moan before he could stop himself and his hips jerked up without his permission.

Feral did start to giggle. She didn't know what did it, but it happened. It started
somewhere in her throat and just kept going. She didn't think for a moment that it could be
that she was actually having fun, but when he cried out and his hips raised unexpectedly, she
felt her breathing getting faster and a funny feeling started to wander it's way down from her
stomach to her crotch, where it stopped and started to tingle. When she raised her head back up,
she let her teeth drag up his cock, leaving a trail of thin red marks that healed almost instantly
and she heard him cry out and push his hips up into her mouth again. She suddenly plunged her
head down again, taking him all the way to the hilt, burying her nose in the patch of hair there
and closed her eyes, sucking hard.

All of Shatterstar's renowned self-control was gone. His fingernails had started to
uselessly claw at the steel floor as Feral started bobbing her head up and down, teasing his
erection with her mouth, tongue and teeth. His back was arching, to push himself in further and
his breathing had taken on an erratic pattern, not wanting it to stop, eagerly waiting to see
what she would do next, when she would let her teeth drag over the sensitive skin again, when
she would just lick lazily, and when she would start sliding him in and out of her mouth hard
and fast, then lightly and agonizingly slow. Everything about it was new and exciting, even the
loss of control was making him more and more excited, just to see what would happen next.

Then, something about it changed.

Feral almost screamed when she felt 'Star's hands clasp onto the sides of her head and he
started shoving his cock further into her mouth and down her throat. She momentarily struggled,
trying to raise her head and when she couldn't she clawed into his legs and hips, which only made
him thrust harder and she heard a growl from somewhere. At first she thought it was herself,
then she realized it wasn't. She knew it wasn't, because she was eagerly giving in to it,
forcing her throat open and licking and sucking as fast as she could, trying to push her head
down even more as the growl began to grow in volume. She was trying to hold on better and dug
her claws into his ass as his hips raised off the floor again and that's when Shatterstar finally
screamed outright, his fingers clenching into her hair, but not pulling it like she thought he
would.

He roared and pushed again, and she felt herself starting to choke on something and she forced
herself to swallow it before it clogged up her throat. By that point, she was clawing weakly at
his sides and almost whimpering, the funny feeling in her pussy getting stronger and more urgent.
She felt something start to trickle down her leg and started to collapse when he finally let go
of her and her knees buckled, letting her body sink to the floor.

She lay there for some time, catching her breath, a funny taste coating her mouth and she
shook her head lightly. She could hear Shatterstar gasping for breath, trying to get himself
back under control. She slowly raised her head and it dropped back down, letting her know in no
uncertain terms was she ready to get back up. She finally let her eyes close and murmured, "Tol'
jou." She felt him move and forced her eyes open, to see what was going on. He was kneeling in
front of her, looking down, so the shadows obscured any definite look in his eyes, but his face
was stoic, making her uneasy. She knew he'd liked it; if he hadn't, he wouldn't have kept doing
it, but she was suddenly afraid that he was angry with her and she didn't know why. Granted,
she had taken control of the situation earlier, but he had taken it back, so what was the problem?

He suddenly bent over her and grabbed her by the arms, hauling her up to his level and she
involuntarily flinched. It wasn't even something that was visible, but she had and it irritated
her enough to snap into action. She started to struggle a little, wanting to be let go of, but
he was much stronger than her and she couldn't get her hands near enough to scratch at him, so
she tried using the claws on her feet, but she couldn't get her legs out from under her. So,
she simply hissed at him, letting it be known she wasn't happy with not being able to move,
hoping that he'd get a clue before she found some way to worm out of his grasp and hurt him badly.
"What jou think jou're doing?" he half-screamed at him, getting more and more angry when he didn't
answer. "Answer me!" she yowled, baring her fangs at him. "Answer me, or I'll tear jou..."

She was suddenly cut off from demanding an answer when he pulled her forward and kissed her
hard, letting go of her arms just long enough to slip them around her back. It was a response
she wasn't expecting, so it took her a moment to realize what was happening. It was a somewhat
awkward kiss, a little uncertain at first, until she kissed back. Then, before she knew it, she
was on her back on the floor, her arms pinned up above her head with one hand, the other gently
cupped behind her neck, pulling her face closer. The urgent feeling that had dissipated with her
anger was creeping back and she arched up under his body, wanting to get closer, wishing her arms
were free, so she could pull him closer to her, involuntarily starting to purr when he lightly
bit her lip again.

She gasped a little and closed her eyes, trying to keep a coherent thought in her head, but
she suddenly didn't know what to do. Of course, she was kissing back, but there was only so much
kissing that could be done before other things happened. Slowly, she felt her tongue slide into
his mouth, gently seeking his out and felt a jolt of electricity when it happened, almost
stopping her heart, which had been beating entirely too fast as it was and she leaned up to
press their mouths together again, in which he must have had the same thought and met her halfway.
She couldn't stop herself from letting out a whimper, trying to squirm closer to him...it was
almost maddening; the fact that she couldn't touch him back, but at the same time, it was so
incredibly erotic, she didn't want it to stop.

But it finally did stop and she was disappointed when he suddenly sat up, not looking at her.
He sat there, absolutely motionless, looking at the floor, not saying a word. She finally sat up
herself, her lips still tingling, her heart still racing, totally confused. She couldn't think
of anything to say, either. She had started it, but now, she didn't know whether she could
finish it. She didn't know what to do next. It took two willing partners to do this sort of
thing, but it looked as if her partner had decided to end it. So she just sat there, not saying
a word, glancing at him, realizing his clothing was beyond repair, wounds already healed, but
dried blood left more than a few tell-tale clues all over him. What were you thinking, Maria?
she scolded herself. What would he honestly see in you? Why would he ever want
someone...no, something like you, anyway? You're nothing alike; he let you do it because you
forced him to. There's no way he could have walked away from that.

Her head bowed and she blinked back tears that were trying to force their way out of her eyes.
It wasn't fair! It wasn't supposed to happen that way! It never should have happened,
she thought sadly. When she looked back up, though, she was surprised to see him looking at her,
the same look on his face as she knew was on hers; the look of confusion, not knowing what to do
next, not knowing how to feel about it... But it had felt right, damnit! It felt like
nothing she'd ever felt before and she knew it. She looked at him again and their eyes locked,
both silently imploring as to whether they should just walk away from it right now, or...

After a long moment of silence, she finally looked away. Then, she was surprised to feel his
hand hovering just above her shoulder, not quite sure of how to continue. Finally, it settled
down on the shoulder of her tattered costume and slid it down her arm, very slowly. She realized
after she'd shaken herself out of her stunned stupor that it was shaking...his hand was actually
shaking and she understood as he pulled his hand away. It was up to her to answer the
question. Either she pulled her costume back up, or she took it off. She looked away and drew
in a breath before she let the remains of the other side drop off her shoulder entirely, leaving
her exposed and vulnerable. It was what she wanted and she knew it.

Shatterstar had waited patiently for her to decide. He suddenly felt nervous; this wasn't
the way it happened in the movies at all. There were so many things that were different, things
they didn't show, feelings that weren't described; the awkward moments between takes when things
felt strange and uncertain. She had made the decision. It was one he had honestly hoped for,
but he hadn't expected to see her sitting before him, looking away, almost as if she were
embarassed and just as frightened as he was. He did the only thing he could think of. He leaned
forward and kissed her again, drawing her closer with his arms. He almost laughed when she
immediately kissed back, practically knocking him flat on his back, biting him again, pressing
herself against him, lightly clawing at his shoulders and he felt that same stirring in his groin
all over again.

Within their actions, there was an unspoken agreement there. How long it might take them,
they didn't know, but sometime before they left that room, they were going to sleep together and
the Devil try to stop them. When the kiss ended, they looked at each other uncomfortably again
for a moment. Then, Feral couldn't handle it any longer and finally reached down between his
legs again and asked, still gasping for air, "Jou know where to put this thing, or what?" She
realized it sounded rather cold, but there was no real way around that question. Either he did,
or he didn't. She felt strange, being the one to ask that question; after all, it was something
she'd always associated with those...pigs, those bastards that wanted to make her purr, those
assholes that put their hands all over her where she didn't want them, those fucking pigs!
She suddenly yowled and tore into him in a fit of rage, which only encouraged him to pin her down
and hold her still, and that only angered her even more.

Trying to calm her down was one thing if she was a little angry, but trying to make Feral calm
down when she was outright pissed off was not an easy task. Shatterstar finally managed to get
her down on her back with minimal damage to both of them, although he ended up taking the brunt
of the attack, more slashes and gouges marking his flesh as she spat and hissed, trying to bite.
He got her to look at him and asked seriously, "Do you not want to do this? You do not seem to
be having any fun, as you seemed to think it was."

Feral forced herself to stop and sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine, Buns, jus' don' pin me down like
that, 'kay?"

"Will you try attacking me again for no reason I am aware of?" he questioned warily.

Feral looked away for a moment. "No, I won' 'tack you no more," she whispered. "Jus' some
thoughts I shouldn' be thinking, 'cause you ain't like that."

"Not like what?"

"'S nuthin'," she murmured. "Don' worry 'bout it."

"If you say so," he replied with a shrug. Something was bothering her and he could tell she
wasn't quite so sure about it anymore. She had said it was nothing, so he didn't ask anymore
about it. He knew it was sometimes irritating when someone tried to force answers out of him,
even if it did make him feel better, sometimes, but now was not one of those cases; he could tell
that quite clearly. "And yes, I do know where to put it...I think..."

She suddenly grinned. This was a bit more work than she'd planned, but it would be worth it.
She reached down again and said matter-of-factly, "Jou put it here, 'kay?" As soon as she did,
she almost regretted it when he pushed in slightly. That hurt and it made her growl
softly, but she didn't stop him when he pushed a little farther, even though she was certain the
pain was akin to the slash she'd gotten from the battle drone. She just closed her eyes and tried
to ignore the tearing feeling, taking a deep breath. May as well get it over with... She
grabbed his hips and pulled hard, letting out a full-throated...something; between a yowl and a
moan as she felt him on top of her. Oh, Madre, that hurt! IthurtsohdiosthathurtswhatwasI
thinkingit...doesn't hurt anymore? There was pressure there, but it didn't hurt so much
anymore; maybe it wasn't so bad. She took a deep breath, but her eyes remained shut. She could
feel his breath on her neck and she knew he wasn't quite sure what to do. But just before she
decided to tell him just what he was supposed to be doing, he did it. She could tell it was pure
instinct; awkward and clumsy, but nonetheless, it was instinct and she liked it that way. There
was no coaching or having to explain; she bit her lip and hissed a little when he started to pull
out and shoved back in a bit too rough, but it wasn't something she was going to complain about.
Instead, she sought his mouth out and kissed him again, suddenly forgetting the pain and the fact
that they were in a large steel room, where anyone could just walk in at any moment... The last
thought flashed though her head and suddenly, that made it all the more exciting.

Before Shatterstar knew what was happening, although he had the idea that he was evidenly
doing it right, since she suddenly kissed him again, he felt the pain back in his lip when she
bit him again and tore into his back with a low growl, trying to pull him closer. He wondered
what had made her change actions so suddenly, not minding, of course, but what... He almost
froze when he heard the faint echo of footsteps coming down the hall. Is that what it was? That
they might get caught? Suddenly, he understood; that had to be it. But what was so exciting
about it? The thoughts started to rush through his head: who was coming? What would they do?
What would he do? How would they explain it? Within those thoughts, he understood and something
broke free inside of him, determined to not find out, so he'd better finish it up, and quickly.
He could have stopped, but he really didn't want to, and he doubted Feral would be happy about it
either.

Someone was coming. She could hear it. It was very faint, but she could hear it. She felt
'Star freeze for a moment and grew irritated. What was the big deal? And wouldn't it be funny
if it was the country mouse? The thought of the look on Cannonball's face as he walked through
the door made her all the more determined to make sure whoever it was got a damn interesting
show if they decided to see what was going on. She pulled him close and forced him into action
by raking into his back again, this time leaving a trail from his shoulders to his butt, digging
her claws in sharply as the trail ended. The reaction was a little more than she'd expected when
he let out a holler and shoved in hard, which hurt and she yowled in response, starting to bite
and claw even more. Suddenly, it became an attack between the two of them. There was scratching,
biting and screaming, but she ignored most of that, concentrating on giving it all right back,
enjoying the sudden roughness of it all, and the added bonus of getting caught, of watching one
of the others stand there absolutely horrified, not to mention that it all felt pretty damn good,
regardless of what she'd always believed.

Cable and Domino were walking past the Danger Room, where he knew Shatterstar had been on his
fourth workout of the day. He wondered exactly what else that kid did with his time, other than
working out and watching television. The only person he seemed to have any comraderie with was
Ric, and that was one that was rather tenuous at times. It was something he'd been planning on
talking to the boy about; that there needed to be actual teamwork among them, if there was even
going to be a team. The others seemed to be working at it; except Feral, of course, and she was
another one he should talk to, but thought that maybe Dom was the better one to bring the subject
up with her. He was about to ask, when there was a sudden thud against the wall and he looked at
Domino, ready to open the door and she stopped him.

"Nate, listen," she said softly, stopping him by placing her hand on his arm.

He heard Shatterstar give another holler, which was unusual, but it was the sound that
followed that nearly knocked him off his feet. It was a solid, unmistakable yowl from Feral.
"Come on!" he heard her snarl suddenly and he looked at Domino with a slightly bemused look. She
shrugged in return with a smile.

"Well, I was just thinking about finding a way to talk to those two about teamwork..." he
started.

"Sounds like they're having a blast in there," she pointed out quietly. "Let's just let them
ease into it; if they can work together, they'll start working with the others."

"I suppose," he agreed. "It certainly sounds like they're working out some serious
frusteration in there; probably something they've both needed for a long time." She nodded and
lead him off to make a quick round of the area before the squabbling started about who was going
to be cooking that night, which would probably end with someone demanding pizza, or worse.
After all, they were a bunch of kids.

As the footsteps receeded down the hallway, Feral grinned to herself, now pinned up against
the wall and enjoying every last second of it. "Jou don' know the half of it, old man," she
chuckled.

******************
"You know, Iwas thinking," Cable started as they walked away. "Maybe you should go into the
control booth and check up on them. I know they're old enough to handle themselves, but I don't
want either of them injured seriously."

"All right," she agreed. She knew he'd been trying to get closer to the kids and would never
forgive himself if one or both of them ended up in traction because of the other. "You check the
rest of it and I'll meet up with you, okay?"

"Sure," he said quickly, striding off. "I'll stop by the booth."

"Sounds like a plan," she called, turning to go. She made her way up to the booth, shaking
her head. She knew that Feral and Shatterstar were both pretty savage, but they could also both
take it as well as they could give it out. Honestly, she was glad to find out that the two of
them were at least warming up to someone...

She stepped into the booth, walked over to the window... and suddenly sat down hard, greeted
with a sight she certainly didn't expect. Well, Nate was right about one thing, she thought
to herself. They're certainly working out some frusteration. However, she doubted he'd
meant sexual frusteration.

At that particular moment, 'Star was behind Feral, she was bent over in front of him,
scratching at the floor, evidently trying to get some sort of grip to get away. She did after a
few seconds by twisting and catching him off-guard. He grinned and caught her by the tail,
pulling her back and setting her on his lap, facing away from him, wrapping his arms around her
waist. He shoved back up inside her and she let her head fall back against his shoulder with a
moan as his hands began to slide up her fur and to her breasts, where he gave both nipples a hard
tug. She hissed reactively and wrapped her arms up around the back of his neck and scratched hard,
then yowled when he picked her up off his lap. She'd been almost ready to cum and he'd stopped
it, but he made up for it by pressing her to the floor.

"Oh, dear," Domino whispered. "I think it's about time for me to get going." She turned and
walked to the door, then stopped. What if Nate wanted to come in and see what they were doing?
There wasn't going to be any way to explain that one easilly. She decided she'd just wait for a
few minutes, then catch up with him as he was walking up to the booth. She couldn't help but
smile, though; sure, they were having sex in the Danger Room, where anyone could possibly walk
in and see them, and very probably throw a fit, but at the same time, she had to admit they
seemed to be having a lot of fun. Besides, she'd be a hypocrite if she burst in on them and told
them to knock it off; how many nights did she not sleep in her own bed, lately? Of course, Nate
wouldn't see it that way, even if she pointed out to him that they'd been doing the exact same
thing, and wouldn't it be fun to try out the Danger Room in a new way?

She turned and glanced out the window again, just to make sure they weren't going too far
with the pain thing. She noticed that 'Star was covered in blood and rapidly-healing wounds.
No wonder he likes combat so much, she thought with a grin. He's really getting off
on the pain she's inflicting on him. She had to admit, danger was a real turn-on and there
had been several times after a mission where she and Cable would leave the kids to themselves as
quickly as they could and have a regular fucking marathon, just getting rid of the rest of the
adrenaline and the thrill of the mission. She couldn't help but remember her own first time,
since she could tell these two hadn't done this before..at least not 'Star, and it just didn't
look like these two had done this sort of thing together before. How many years ago was it that
she'd lost her virginity to her boyfriend on the living room couch while his parents were away
for the weekend and she was supposed to be staying over at Stacie's?

But that was Vanessa's first time. She wondered what Beatrice's first time was; probably in
the backseat of an old Desoto at the drive-in, maybe even something more like the two down in the
Danger Room. She sighed unhappily to herself, wondering about Beatrice more and more, lately.
It was all Tolliver's idea; even Wade had agreed with it. But now, Vanessa was starting to wonder.
She felt more and more guilty, wondering what they would say if they knew the truth; that she
wasn't really Domino, just a shape-changer who had taken the other woman's place. The thought
made her heart sink. She had honestly grown to care about the kids, about Nate, and all she'd
been doing was deceiving them all. She'd never felt bad about a mission before, but something
was different, this time.

She honestly wanted to cry. What if they found out? Oh, God, what if Wade found out? What
if he found out that she actually cared about the members of X-Force, that she was happy there,
feeling like a real person for the first time in her life... What if he found out about the fact
that she'd been not only sleeping with Cable, but actually did it because she truly cared about
him and wanted to be with him? There was no doubt about it; Wade would kill her.

She'd been happy to take on the assignment to begin with, just to get away from Deadpool.
He'd been getting stranger and stranger in the time leading up to her taking Domino's place.
He'd been getting cranky and irritable, more reckless, the psychotic episodes were even something
she really didn't want to think about; after the first few, she'd been unable to sleep, terrified
that he'd try to kill her in the night. And going to X-Force got her away from that. She felt
safe here; Wade couldn't get to her...it would jeopardize the entire mission and Toliver would
have his head for it. But the lingering doubt and the thought of what would happen if Wade did
come for her stabbed at her heart in panic. What if he tried to hurt the kids? He most certainly
could; even Shatterstar would lose to him. And since none of them knew the truth, they'd fight
tooth and nail to keep her out of Wade's hands, just as much as they would for any other member
of the team.

She glanced back up, trying to shake the thoughts out of her head. They were still going at
it, as she had expected. They're really having a lot of fun, she thought wistfully.
And I'll be damned if anyone tries to make them stop, even Nate. She turned and walked
out the door, and not a moment too soon. Cable had just been reaching for the door as she'd
opened it. "Hi," she greeted, wrapping her arms around his neck, gradually edging them both out
into the hallway.

"Hi, yourself," he lightly teased in return as she pushed him up against the wall. "So, how
are they doing?"

Domino felt herself blush a little and calmly replied, "Oh, I think they're getting along just
fine, actually. It doesn't look like they're doing any real damage to each other and honestly, I
can tell you I think they'll be doing a lot better as far as team work goes...especially with
each other. They're really coming together." She tried not to smile as the last comment sunk in.

"Maybe I should take a look, then," he offered, starting for the door.

"Actually, I think they were just about finished," she said quickly catching his hand. There
was a loud scream from in the Danger Room and she flinched. There wasn't going to be any way to
get Nate away from it now, unless... "Really, they're doing fine. How about we get a workout of
our own in before dinner, hm?" she purred suggestively.

"But..."

"You can ask them about it later," she told him. "They aren't hurting each other." She
leaned up and kissed him. "C'mon."

"Work out, huh?" he asked with a grin.

"Well, you know, a little aerobics...maybe a quick dip in the hot tub..." she listed with a
smile, running her finger down his chest. "Maybe some aerobics in the hot tub...what do you say?"

"Okay, you win," he sighed with a smile.

She took him by the hand and lead him down the hall, with a smile of her own. You're
welcome, you two, she thought with an uncharactaristic giggle as Cable picked her up off the
floor and slung her over his shoulder. And thank you, too.

******************
Feral finally got up off the floor and looked at Shatterstar with a grin. He was sitting up
and trying to push the hair out of his eyes. Somewhere in there, his ponytail had come loose;
she thought she might have actually shredded the holder when he'd buried his face between her
legs, but she couldn't quite remember much of the details at that moment. He gave her a little
half-smile and crossed his arms over his chest. "I suppose you are proud of yourself," he teased
lightly.

"Well, maybe a li'l bit," she quipped back. "I s'pose jou are too, huh?"

"Maybe." He glanced around the room, and then down at himself. "I do not know how we are
going to explain this if anyone should see us."

"Tha's easy; we don'," she told him. "We jus' pick up alla it an' get cleaned up. We got
showers here, y'know."

"True," he agreed, picking up the shreds of clothing, which had managed to migrate all over
the room during their tryst. As he went to the far end of the room, he glanced over to see her
getting the last of it all.

"See jou in there," she called over her shoulder, grinning as she looked him over. "Jou know
jou look real good ben' over like that, Buns." Then, before he could make a retort, she calmly
walked out of the room.

When he finally got into the shower room, Feral was standing there, staring at the shower
indecisively. Any bathing she'd ever really needed to do, she could do herself. And she hated
water. It made her fur unbearable and it was a little chilly, lately, meaning the wet fur
wouldn't keep her warm, and the clothing she'd been wearing earlier wouldn't help at all, either.
But she figured she could do it; it was just a little water...right? She felt like she was being
stupid, but she just couldn't bring herself to step over and turn the water on. She barely
noticed him at first, standing there with an amused smile, leaning against the wall, holding the
remains of spandex in his hands.

"Is there a problem?" he asked.

"No, 'course not," she said coolly, stepping forward. "Jus' waiting on you, Buns." She knew
it was a pointless jab at him, but she couldn't help it. She steeled herself and stepped forward,
then turned the water on, which streamed out and hit her right in the face. She yowled and leapt
back, shaking the water off her face, hissing and spitting, trying to get the stray hair out of
her eyes.

"No problems," he repeated, with a smile and stepped forward, taking her by the wrists as he
stepped under the water. "Just to make sure you do not try attacking me..." he started, then
pulled her into the water against him.

Feral started spitting and hissing again, trying to get away from him and out of the water,
but he held on, waiting for her to calm down before he wrapped his arms around her waist. "It is
only a little water; it will hurt you much less than anything else," he told her, wiping the hair
out of her eyes. She looked up at him with a hurt look for a moment, then sighed, letting the
water course over her fur. She hated being wet.

But she didn't mind when he started washing the blood out of her fur, and a clump of that
stupid jelly that she hadn't been able to get herself. She closed her eyes and started to purr,
running her hands down his body again. She was tempted to take him again in the shower, but she
didn't like the feeling of her fur plastered to her skin, so she took his lead and they washed
off.

After she'd dried herself as best as she could, grimacing as she realized her fur was starting
to stick up all over the place, she shivered, putting her clothes back on. Suddenly, she heard
something behind her and as she turned, an over-sized sweatshirt landed on her head. She yanked
it off and glared at 'Star, who was obviously trying not to smile.

"You seemed to be cold," he finally said. "I thought that this might help you..."

She smiled very slightly and put it on, noticing that he was wearing the bottom of the outfit
and a t-shirt. "Thanks," she whispered, looking away from him, even though she knew he couldn't
tell if she was blushing.

Without another word, they walked out of the locker room and as they were exiting the Danger
Room, Rictor was walking by. "Hey," he greeted. "What have you two been up to?"

"Working out," Shatterstar replied with a small smile as Ric gave them both a bewildered look.
He glanced over at Feral; she was trying not to laugh, as Ric's eyebrows raised when he noticed
that she was wearing 'Star's shirt.

"Right," he said, with a nod. "Anyway, it's World War Three in the kitchen; everyone's
talking about what to have for dinner and Domino is threatening to knock out the next one to
suggest pizza..."

"Maybe chili wouldn't be so bad," Feral said with a shrug.

"Or perhaps something of the like," 'Star agreed.

Rictor looked at them again as they walked down the hall. "You feeling okay, Pussycat?"

"Jus' fine, mijito."

"'Star?"

"Yes?"

"Never mind."
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