Date: Sun, 2 Feb 2020 22:14:25 -0800 From: mrgood447 (at) gmail.com Subject: Jinn- A beyond the X-men story: Chapter 5 This story contains some Marvel characters and ideas that are all theirs, any I have made up are all mine. None of what is written in any way reflects the views or ideas of Marvel or its affiliates or the actors who portray those characters. This is pure fiction. It also contains some delightful man loving, if any of that stuff offends you, or if it is illegal where you are, then you may kindly exit the page! For all others please enjoy! And don't forget to send Nifty something for Valentines day! () = Thoughts Jinn: A beyond the X-men Story CH. 5 ________________ His hands caressed my back, moving with a slow patience that made me want to demand more and moan in pleasure at the same time. He traced my spine with only the tips of his fingers before spreading his hands open on my hips. Then he followed the lines of my pelvic bones one hand moving up to my stomach, the other trailing down to graze the base of my erection before sliding further down to cup my balls. He alternaly rolled and squeezed my sack keeping the pressure light while the hand on my stomach gilded back and forth, tracing random lines across my abdomen. Only occasionally brushing against the back of my aching cock, as though he were toying with the idea of friction. My soft whimpers and moans were the only sounds in the room apart from our breathing, mine ragged gasps, his slow and steady. Suddenly I could feel his mouth on my neck, a slow press of wet lips trailing along my throat. Gasping my body arced up moving his hands down, a gentle pull on my sack that sent heat racing through my body. His other hand wrapped around my cock and started a slow glide that had me moaning louder and writhing in his grip. "More! Please more!" I didn't know if the words were only in my head or if I had said them aloud but, either way I got what I wanted. Both hands tightened and moved faster. I didn't know if I should be pushing up into the tight heat wrapped around me or press down into the hand cupping my sack, in the hopes that he would move lower still. But again, I didn't have to choose. Releasing my sack his hand moved between my legs two fingers sliding between my cheeks to rub against my hole. While the hand on my cock sped up. And the thought that he would press those fingers in, that I might feel part of his body inside me, stretching me, fucking me. The heat building im my body burst out, I arced up again biting back a scream as I came. My eyes shot open as I gasped my way through the last of my orgasum. It was only when I finally floated back down to reality that I realized the hands on my body were my own, and the mouth on my neck was a still warm spot of drool on my pillow. Perfect. New that habit would come in handy. I mean its not like the best orgasum of my life goes to a delusional dream about an unknown man's smell, and my penchant for drooling. Shit. My roommate. I glanced over to his bed, relieved to see the cocoon of blankets on top was undisturbed, and the deep even sound of his breathing continued. Looking down at the mess on my chest, stomach, and hands I decided a shower was in order. After all don't want my first meeting with said sexy-scented roommate to be me covered in come from the dream about him. Could be an awkward explanation there. What this, naw man don't worry! It's just that I get off on your scent. I'm sure it will go over well. Sitting up, I grabbed my shirt from the night before and used it to mop up the worst of my mess. (God I must have shot 7 or 8 times to make this big a mess.) Tossing the shirt into a laundry bin conveniently located at the foot of my bed I moved over to the duffle I thought contained my clothing. Digging through it I found my black riding pants, clean boxer briefs and a loose fitting green tank top, which may or may not, have been purchased from the womens department. But when worn with riding pants that fit like someone painted them on, it made my ass look fantastic. And besides it's not like I get cold anymore so why waste time bundling up when you don't have to. 30 minutes later I was showered, dressed, and staling. Hell I even french braided my hair to put off opening the door, but that only added another 5 minutes. Sighing I opened the door and peeked around. Sight and sound told me that my roomy was still out so I crept past his bed to my half the room and dug some socks out of the duffle. Pulling on the socks I then grabbed my boots and tiptoed out the door into the hall. Leaning against one wall I got my boots on and started for the elevator. Looking around I noticed how dark the sky was through the windows and curious at the time I glances at a passing clock. 4:17am. Well no wonder my roomy was still out, I'd only been asleep for about two hours before my dream woke me. I spent the time it took me to reach the tack room contemplating my roommate dilemma, and how utterly and irrevocably fucked up this whole situation was. I may have been muttering about sadistic deities while I measured out Po's morning feed. "Aaaaahhh!!" the sound of a woman shrieking brought me back to myself as I placed the last bucket of oats by the door. "Get away! Beast! Monster! Aaaaaaahhhhh!" I rushed down the line of stalls towards a girl with black hair and a very skimpy red dress. She appeared to be brandishing a stiletto heel in Po's general direction, while he eyed her in sleepy annoyance. Seeing no real threat to her safety, Po was only annoyed after all. I slowed down, more than a little reluctant to approach someone who smelled so strongly of martinis that her own scent was basically obliterated. Unfortunately for the hysterical girl, Po had made up his mind about not liking her. His neck arced up and to the side before shooting straight out again launching one of the biggest loogies I've ever seen. One thing I may have forgotten to mention to Storm and the fuzzball is the fact that Po has great aim. He got her right between the eyes. And much to both our surprise mystery bimbo's eyes rolled up like she was trying to see what hit, a hand (the one without a shoe) moving in the general direction of her head gave the same impression. But her eyes just kept on rolling, right into the back of her head while the rest of her pitched over backward landing in the open stall across from Po. I reached her just as she began to snore. Closer examination revealed the bimbo was in her teens, missing any form of a purse and in possession of just the one shoe. I turned to Po. "The hell was all that about?" I asked. Po looked at me with smug pride and amusement just pouring off him. Crazy horse obviously thought he was developing some mutant powers of his own. "Oh don't give me that look. You know better than to attack drunk people, and you certainly are not the reason she passed out. Now behave yourself while I grab your food." Moving back down the barn to the feed room I grabbed Po's breakfast and returned to see Bimbo extraordinair had rolled herself into the middle of the walkway. (Perfect. First day at a new school and I find the one drunk who won't sleep like the dead.) Muttering some more about the ever present sadistic forces at work in my life I dumped Po's food into his trough, moved the buckets out of the way and thought briefly about leaving the bimbo where she was. As I watched she rolled over again swinging her shoe out over her head with an inaudible grumble. "Fuck it." I stooped down grabbed the shoe from her, and then pulled her up and over my shoulder. A much easier task to do with someone closer to my own height and weight then Joe. Moving back into the main house I turned away from the elevators towards what I hoped was communal space. About half way down the hall I heard Storm and the angry red head talking on the other side of a door. I gave a brief thought to starting my new school career out as a snitch and how unpopular that would make me, though it's not like I have ever had any form of popularity to start with, so.... And then I remembered the years spent cleaning up after Joe. Bimbo here obviously needed to be set straight before she turned out like him, or worse. Shrugging I kicked at the door. "Hey Storm!" I smiled at her surprised face and scent when she opened the door. "I found this in the barn and wondered if it belonged to you?" I held up the shoe as Storms eyes got wider and her mouth started to twitch. (Why the hell is she trying to hide her amusement? Doesn't she remember that I can smell it?) "You dont think it might belong to the young lady draped over your shoulder?" (wonder if I practice could I make my eyebrow arch up like that..) My smile grew and I shrugged again. "Hard to tell. After all she only had the one." Storm opened her mouth to say something when Big Red came up behind her and chimed in. "Who is it Storm?" Her eyes landed on me and disgust mixed into the general anger of her scent. "Oh. Its you. Now what have you done?" I smothered the urge to literally claw the sneer off her face. "Nothing much Red, just cleaning your trash out of the stables. Unless you think I should have left a drunk teenager lying around the barn with a 2,000 pound animal 3 feet to her left. I'm sure Po would only break a leg or two when he stepped on her to get out." I glared back at Red meeting her look for look wile Storm moved around me to get a better look at Bimbo's face. "Well, well. If it isn't Jesica Cartwright. No wonder she was fighting with her twin earlier Shelly hates parties. Slone if you would put her on the couch for me, I'm sure you would rather get back to your horse." "Thanks Storm." I gave Red a wide berth going in, I'm sure she thinks she is intimidating me with her death glare of doom; But the truth is she just smells bad. (Maybe I should tell her.) I dropped my burden, gave Storm one last smile and high tailed it out of there. After yesterday's onslaught of angry people I just wanted to spend some time with Po outside exploring our new domain. I spent the next hour unpacking Po's tack from the trailer when another glance at the clock showed 6:03am, by now the sun was up enough that we could finally head out. So I grabbed his hackamore and a light pad in place of a saddle. It had been awhile since we worked on bareback riding and I thought I could use the practice with a new horse coming in to Tom's next week. Once he was all tacked up I lead him out the main door. "Ok Po you ready to play?" He snorted at me before reaching down to give me a horsie kiss on the cheek. I laughed a little. "Yah, yah, love you too big guy." I slid the reins over his head I grabbed a hunk of mane and lept straight up onto his back. No need to hide mutant powers in a school for mutants. A ripple of joy spread up from Po's scent as I settled on the pad, he knows when we do this that he gets to let loose and have some fun, and for whatever reason he loved nothing more than to carry me around bareback. I chuckled and turned him in the direction of the paths Storm had said would lead to a lake. 40 minutes later the sun was cresting over the tree line and we were working our way around the lake again, this time at a slower pace while I made Po practice his gates, using leg cues, when I caught Logans scent on the trail ahead of us. I nudged Po into a canter and as we moved around the next corner we could see him up ahead jogging toward us. Po came to a stop and twitched his ears forward sniffing at Logan just as he looked up and spotted us. "Shit kid. You said your horse was big, but.....Fuck." I laughed and slid off Po pulling the reins over his head as I went. Didn't want Po to try out his target practice again. "What's the matter Logan? Haven't you ever seen a real horse before?" I teased. "Kid I seen plenty of horses in my time, but that thing there should belong to the elephant family. All it needs is a trunk." He shook his head and rumbled a little as he closed the last few feet of space between us. I just rolled my eyes. "Just because Po is a little big doesn't mean he is not a horse." Logan gave a real laugh at that. Po craned his neck around reaching the extent of his movement with me holding the reins, and sniffed at Logan some more. "What's gotten into you?" Po looked back at me whinnied softly and then turned back to Logan. "Weird. He doesn't normally like people." I eyed Logan and he shrugged. "Don't know what to tell ya kid. Most herbivores are frightened of me, I'm kinda surprised he aint'." "Oh thats just because you smell like a predator." I released Po's reins and watched as he stepped closer to Logan and begin to sniff him all over, snuffling around his hair and clothing. "Maybe he can scene a kindred spirit what with your shared violent tendencies and all." Logan snorted. "How violent could a horse be?" I smiled then and turned to look fully at him. "You should have Hank show you the pictures he took of a truck Po killed." I laughed as Logan tried to look doubtful with Po's nose pressed to his cheek. "Come on you, stop pestering." I sent a wave of love out knowing it would bring Po back over to me. What I didn't expect was for Logan to smile and lean forward relaxing into the wave, all the lingering traces of anger simply fading out of his scent. Lucky for me, my stomach chose that moment to start complaining about the fact that I hadn't eaten yet that morning. Logan started rumbling his amusement. "What?! I'm a growing boy!" He laughed out loud at that. "Alright kid get going. I'll see you in the danger room later." "Danger room?" Po and I both turned to watch Logan jog away. "What's a danger room?" Po shoved me with his nose. Obviously a danger room was unimportant, now let's finish this ride. I rolled my eyes again and lead Po back to the barn for a cool down. A quick sweep around his stall for poop, and a good grooming later, had Po half asleep and me ready to eat some of my extra tack. I debated braving the depths of o'de room mate, but decided that any teasing I would get over my fashion decisions was better than what might happen if I walked in on said roommate in any state of undress. For all I know the guy is a complete troll, but on the off chance that he is even moderately good looking I didn't want to embarrass myself by dry humping him as an introduction. With that happy thought in mind I turned towards the front of the house. There was the sound of a lecture in the room I left Bimbo and I made a mental note to try and not piss off Storm. "Honestly Jess, if Slone hadn't found you out there you could have been seriously hurt. Being drunk is no excuse for antagonizing a horse! And what were you doing drinking anyway? If-" Her voice cut off as I turned a corner. (Thank God!) I mean the heads up that Storm had told Bimbo who turned her over to the teachers for punishment was nice and all. At least I would be sure of the reason she would hate me. But again there is only so much drama I can handle in any given amount of time and I hit my limit for the year yesterday. (On that note Dear God, if you have any love for me at all would you please, Please, PLEASE! Stop trying to turn my life into a lifetime movie? I know I like to watch that channel, but that doesn't mean that I wanted to live it! Not that I mind a few new friends like Hank and Storm, but I really might go homicidal if you give me a new Maddison. Yours most sincerely Slone.) The sounds of pots banging and silverware shuffling lead me down the next hall to an open set of double doors. Inside I could see what at first appeared to be several different people scrambling around to get everything set up for breakfast. A second glance and only one scent told me that they were all the same person. (Now why couldn't I have that mutation? At least it looks useful.) The cook appeared to be a middle-aged balding russian man with blond hair, blue eyes and a pot belly. Stopping next to the only man with a scent, (weird) showed he was about 5'10" and loudd. I watched in awed amusement as he barked out orders to his minions in what I'm assuming was russion. I thought the polite thing to do would be to wait for a pause. "Potoropis' lerivyye sobaki!" inhale "Zavtrak v techeniye odnogo chasa i vash dazhe ne polovina puti sdelano yeshche!" "Hi" I jumped in at the next inhale. Wondering how someone could sound so angry while smelling so calm. He turned "I was wondering what time breakfast opened?" Annoyance begin to spread through his scent before my stomach growled loud enough to make any large cat proud. I blushed and he laughed; while one of the closer copies babbled something in rusian. "Da." He replied to the copy before turning back to me. "You are the new one da?" I nodded. "On Veekend students eat at 9 but ve give you sonethink special. To stop ze monster in your belly." He laughed again as my blush spread to cover the rest of my face. "Come, come." He lead me over to what looked like a buffet service line. "Lucky you kitchen staff much better than dining room vorkers." He winked and I laughed with him as more copies begin piling food on a tray for me. He nodded in approval when they handed over a small mountain of pancakes, sausage, bacon, and hashbrowns. My mouth watered at the sight of it. Not to mention the smell! (P.S. scratch pancakes! Thank YOU!!!!) He pushed me in the direction of a corner table that was already set up with condiments, napkins, and silverware. "Now eat magiktoka; you much too skinny!" And with that parting shot he went back to the middle of the dinning room to start directing traffic again. I clutched my tray and moved to the table. Sitting down I seized a fork and the maple syrup before digging in. I begin blissing out on some of the best breakfast foods I've ever had. And sometime between the sausage and bacon the great gods of food smiled on me again. The wonderful cook came back over and dropped a plate of scrambled cheesy eggs by my food saying "Good, good, ve vill have you healthy in no time." I would have laughed and maybe explained, but there was no way in hell I would risk spitting out bacon. By the time I had made it through half the eggs other students were starting to come in. I was contemplating just how many eggs had been scrambled to make a pile this big when the scent of axe body spray seared its way in through my sineces. "Damn girl what did you do to get Victor to give you so much food?" I blinked up at a preppy jock type of guy with dark blond hair, blue eyes, and the kind of boy next door smile that told you he thought mostly with his little head. "I'm Bobby by the way." He held out a hand for me to shake just as my brain recovered from the acid burn of `dark temptation' by axe unfortunately I didn't smell the lust until after I came into contact with him. (Grose) I swallowed my eggs and reclaimed my hand when he tried to hold onto it. "Slone nice to meet you, I'm a guy." He placed his tray across from me and sat down while he replied. "Slone huh? Kinda a strange name for a gir- Wait did you say your a guy?" Shock and fear rolled through him. I just snorted and took another bite of eggs. What can I say I have priorities. "Oh shit man! Sorry about that." I begin to feel amused watching him try to `no homo' our interaction by shifting his tray between us and leaning away. "So what did you do to get all that food man?" I examined his plate before answering. There was a small pile of eggs ,no cheese, two pancakes and only two pieces of sausage, no bacon. (Aww Victor likes me!!!) "Is Victor the chef?" I asked to make sure. Bobby nodded while froking food into his mouth. "Oh well I didn't really do anything, just showed up and asked for food." Bobby staried for a moment in shock before shaking his head. "Man anyone else tries that and they get put on the oatmeal only list for a week. And I don't know about you but I'm not giving up these pancakes." He emphasizes his point with a flourish of his pancake laden fork. "There was oatmeal?" I asked. Bobby laughed as I looked down at what remained of my eggs and decided whether or not I could fit any oatmeal into me after this. With a sad sigh I admitted that oatmeal would have to wait for tomorrow. (Dam) I resumed eating while shock rolled through Bobby again. (If the boy is this jumpy I hope he doesn't start fires like me.) The overwhelming scent of martinis approaching from behind was my only warning. I started eating faster. "He-Hey babe!" Bobby said. "I looked for you this morning so we could eat together but your roommate said you were already gone." "Yah you looked SO HARD, you decided to have breakfast with this bitch instead." I shoveled the last of the eggs into my mouth and looked up in time to see Bimbo literally flounce into the empty seat next to Bobby. (Humm Bobby and Bimbo sitting in a tree. Has kinda a nice ring to it.) "Naw babe, Slone is a guy. I was just saying hi to the new kid." Wow. He really can't read a room can he. "Slone!!" Bimbo shrieked "Your the ass that turned me in for drinking!" Her rage was so strong it actually managed to make an appearance through the boze. "To be fair you were threatening my horse with your stilettos before you passed out. Or did you want to stay on the floor where the horse poop to add to your new cosmetic treatment there?" I pointed to the greenish yellow blob that was currently stuck in the top of her hair. Horse spit can be so nasty. Bimbo reached up with one hand and produced a mirror with the other. (Holy shit where did she put that?) "You have a horse! Man that is so cool!" Poor bumbling Bobby. He never seemed to notice the fact that his girlfriend was getting ready to explode over what my horse had done to her hair. She started whisper shrieking at Bobby to help her get the crap out of her hair and Bobby just looked confused. So I seized the moment to escape any further notice and gathered my stuff. "Well this has been fun and all but, I'm gonna go now." I swept up my tray and power walked away from them. A very brief pause showed me where the area for dirty dishes was and after a quick word of thanks for a Victor copie who insisted on giving me "a little somethik for later." in the form of a 3lb bag of cookies that were still warm from the oven. Once out of the cafeteria I had no clue where to go next. I mean it was only 9:30 chances were good that if I went upstairs to my room I would have to face the Roommate either in the room or on the way their, and I'm just not ready to try and hide my attraction for him yet. I don't think I could control myself long enough to say my own name let alone learn his before attempting to see what the man would feel like under me. Or over me. Or in me. (Oh god yes! In Me!!!) But if I stayed in front of the cafeteria then I would either have to face him or the Bimbo again. In this minor state of panic and seim arousal, still clinging to the cookies, I caught the Furballs scent. Another round of Q & A seemed like a good if uncomfortable distraction. And so decided, I tracked the scent down a hallway to another slightly hidden elevator, I pushed the button for the 1st basement level. The scents on this level appeared to be mostly mechanical with little traces of Hank so I stepped back and hit the next button. The doors opened again this time to assault me with chemicals, machines, and that strange antiseptic blend that is unique to hospitals. Over that was the trail for Hank and an under-tone of faded lemons, guess Hank's lady friend had been this way recently. Deep burning breath in to kill most of the scents and off I went down a long metallic hallway with a bunch of windowless, unmarked metal doors. Now at this point I really am beginning to wonder if dear old professor pompous realized that he appears to have hired the same interior decorator that does all those B-rated sci fi horror movies. Big fancy pants mansion above filled with a small army of helpless teenagers, just waiting to be lured into the crazy scientist's lab below for nefarious purposes. I opened the door that smelled the most like Hank as I was thinking that and had the surprise of walking in on a concerned Hank who was watching a lemon scented woman roll around on the floor in laughter. (Good sound proofing here. Now I'm positive it had to be intentional.) "Oh god!" She gasped "Profesor Pompous! Hahahahahahaha!" I mentaly assessed my fire walls, which were perfectly in place, so how was Lemony Sniggers getting my thoughts. The woman in question slowly got up off the floor still gasping, with the after effects of her laugh attack. "Sorry." She patted Hanks arm in a reassuring manner and turned to me. "Your shields are quite good young man. Especially since you don't have any telepathic abilities, it's just that you were projecting." My confusion must have shown on my face because she continued. "It's like thinking really hard, even with shields, if you're focused enough you can still send out thoughts that others can pick up on. Though with the way your shields feel I doubt that anyone more than a few yards from you could hear them." By now Lemony seemed to have recovered and Hanks concern had turned, suprise suprise, to curiosity. "What was Slone thinking that you found so funny Betsy?" Hank leaned back on the counter behind him and quirked up an eyebrow. "I can already guess it was about the Prof. so you as well share the rest." Lemony turned to Hank and the same kind of acidic scent poured off her towards Hank that Red and Wheels had let out the other yesterday. But unlike Red's sulfur tones this one was more of a citrus blend. Almost a match for the lemon body product she favored. Hank went from curious to amused very quickly before Lemony looked back at me with a smile on her face. "Fascinating!" She exclaimed with curiosity and wonder blooming out through the lemons. Though it was nowhere near the same levels that Hank could put out. "What's fascinating dear?" Hank asked. "This boy can smell physic powers being used." And once again the Furball practically exploded with curiosity, stepped away from the counter and all but pounced on me. Pulling me further into the room. "Now before you go all 2 million questions on me, I'm just going to tell you." I said letting Hank pull me towards what looked like an exam table. "I have no idea what Lemony is talking about, I just noticed a similar acid like scent around Red and Wheels yesterday, and again just now with Lemony. Thats it ok! That's all I know about it! No more info to be had OK!" Lemony seemed awfully amused by my mini rant, which makes me think she has had her own overly enthusiastic Q&A moment. I on the other hand have suddenly regret coming here. "Alright Slone, that makes sense you have only really started to spend time with other mutants yesterday so you would have very limited knowledge about how powers affect hormonal output. But this does give us an excellent place to start the testing I wanted to do!" Oh man. Now I'm scared. Kids in candy stores surrounded by Santas and the easter bunny could not have smelled more excited than Hank did right now. "It's mostly because he has a willing victim." I looked over at Lemony while Hank half motioned, half placed me on the table cookies and all. "Most of the kids who come here have just left very traumatic moments, or dont know why they are here until we tell them and either way they don't want to be poked and prodded to understand their mutation. And my name is Betsy, not Lemony Sniggers. See you later dearest." Betsy laughed as she walked out leaving me in the hands of her deranged lover. (Just Perfect) Hank begin muttering about tests and comparisons while pulling things out of drawers and cupboards. "Um... Hank?" He glanced at me with a grin before continuing to gather things. "You do know I need to do some danger room thing after this right?" I clutched my cookies tighter debating if I could squeeze any into my stomach now. Mad scientist experiments seemed like they would require cookies. "Yes, yes. But that's not until 1. This gives us 3 whole hours to start puzzling out your DNA and physical makeup." Somehow the words coming out of his mouth did not match with the excited little boy smell he was giving off. (Fuck it) I opened the bag and pulled out a cookie. Oatmeal raisin. With cinnamon! I shoved half in my mouth while Hank turned around with a blood draw kit. (I'm doomed) ________________ 2 ½ hours later. Funny how I was stressed about the test, maybe because of all the horrible pain filled tests you see on tv, but most of them just required me to lie still and let the scanner do it's thing. The time consuming part was Hank defining everything the scans told him, like I went to med school and totally know what he's saying, and waiting on some basic blood work. During which the good Dr. talked me into trying to find out just who dear old daddy might be. (Fucking puppy eyes) Personaly I'm going to blame the raisen filled oaty goodness of the cookies for weakaning my mental fortitude. Who could possibly muster up the strength needed for a good argument when the great gods of Sugar and Butter are working against you? I was in the process of stuffing another of the oaty wonders into my mouth while Hank walked me down to the end of the hall trying to explain some of his findings. "I believe the DNA results will corroborate my belief that you have more than one animal genome working on your mutation. The retractable claws are distinctly feline, and the fangs are more reminiscent of a serpent, while your olfactory development is in another class altogether. If I had to guess I would say that the way your brain processes scent is very similar to the way a wolf or hyena smell. At least your brain activity seems like a match for something in the canis family." I finished off my cookie as a door on the left sprang open on its own with Hank walking through it into some kind of high class locker room. The kind with the ridiculously huge lockers and private shower stalls. "Though I don't want you to get to attached to that idea. After all it could very well be reptilian DNA affecting that area." A quick sniff told me that Wheels and Logan had recently passed through. And that Logan had stopped at one of the lockers before going into the "danger room". Whatever that was. "Oh well when you're done here the DNA results should be back and so there is no point in my carrying on about possibilities now is there." Hank then turned and looked me up and down eyeing my outfit for the first time today. "Can you move easily in those clothes?" I shrugged mouth full. "You need to be able to move quickly and easily, we don't want you to be hampered by anything during testing." I rolled my eyes, handed Hank the bag of cookies and dropped into the splits. (only a little further of a stretch than sitting on Po.) Planted my hands on the ground in front of me and pushed up while pulling my legs back and up curving my body up into a handstand. Hanks shocked scent nearly made me laugh, a dangerous activity when your feet are above your head. Continuing the forward momentum I let my back arch and legs drop down about 1 ½ feet from where I started and straightened up to reclaim the cookies. "Good enough?" I asked. Hank just shook his head and smiled before walking off towards the door at the other end of the room. Which must have been sound proof because the only sign I had that someone was arguing was a faint smell of anger. (P.P.S. I can see your not done with the lifetime movie drama yet. But if the cookies keep coming I can see my way to forgiving you. Maybe.) Furball walked through the door amused and oblivious. I debated leaving for a moment, but I did need some help in the whole hair on fire, wardrobe dwindling department. I didn't have that many shirts to start with, I can't afford to lose more to my anger issues. (Damit!) What I walked into again made me wonder about that horror movie decorator, because the whole empty room thing just screamed slasher film waiting to happen. Honestly who needs a two story bare cement room for anything other than killing people. Sudden laughter alerted me to the presence of Lemony. The ventilation in this room is amazing though. I can't smell anyone who isn't right next to me. I looked over and sas Red standing next to Lemony, and Logan. (Oh fuck a duck! Why can't that uppity bitch stay away if she doesn't like me?) Red and Logan seemed to be the ones arguing. Something about protocols while Wheels just watched Hank walking over to them. Then there was Lemony, trying hard to keep a straight face while failing completely to hide her laughter. I sighed and headed over towards Logan. "Scott always tests the new students Logan! That's how we do things!" Red had left the realms of angry and was rapidly closing in on the distinct scent of vapid bitch by the time I was next to them. A peculiar blend of arrogance, anger, and lust I have always found particularly revolting. "You've never shown any interests in new students, or any student that isn't about to graduate for that matter. So why step in now?" "Well maybe it hadn't occurred to you in your almighty wisdom, but Slone is not some child needing to be babysat while he learns to throw a punch. The kid kicked Thompson's ass yesterday and tends to catch fire." I smiled sweetly at Red as I joined the group next to Logan facing her. "So unless Summers has developed the magical ability to not catch fire, I'm all you got for standing against the kid without die'n." Logan turned away from Red then and faced Wheels. "Charles you and I both know Summers won't last a minute if this kid gets serious. So tell your lap dog to back off." (Uh oh) Logan's rage was fast approaching boiling point, the same way Po's did right before the truck. Before I realized quite what I was doing I found my free hand resting on Logans arm. My mind flicked back to the first time I got to ride Po, feeling all that power and rage underneath me. The confidence and joy I got from that first ride. This was the moment I used when I needed to calm Po. Sending out that feeling of confidence overlayed with joy always brought Po back to a stable state of mind without changing how he felt about what was happening to make him mad. It worked on Logan too. He felt in control without me changing any of his own thoughts or opinions. My eyes shut while I focused and I missed the Prof.'s response. "Come on Charles we've been friends for years now, you know I wouldn't do this just for sport." I eased back on the projection letting my emotions fade out of Logan, he stayed calm, still angry but in control. Again I missed the Prof.'s part of the conversation but Logan's surge of satisfaction registered as I came out of the trance like state working with my emotions could put me in. Of course Red was still angry next to us, while Betsy was staring in shocked fascination at me. "You can't be serious!" The cyborg's voice reached me just as I noticed movement near the door I had come in through. Turning to get a better look (the whole not smelling everything is acutely not so nice. I hate surprises.) There was Scott wearing sweats and running shoes, and behind him was- (Fuck me sideways) the single hottest guy I have ever layed eyes on. 6'4" at least, his hair was a rather average brown. But his skin, from what showed around the t-shirt and basketball shorts, was a beautiful bronze tone. At first glance he looked to be of greek or Italian descent but a second look showed a slight olive green undertone to his skin and scale patterns around his eyes and down his throat. These patches of scales just highlighted the high roman angles of his face and his body! Sculpted perfection. There is no hiding those kinds of muscles. You would think he was some kind of body builder but the way he moved while walking forward expressed the power and grace of a predator. I could feel a flush covering my cheeks as my pulse speed up and breathing went a little rugged. Though I was able to keep enough control over my body that I didn't need to move the cookies down to cover any embarrassing moments to come. But it is perhaps a good thing that my shirt is as long as it is. "SLONE!!" The cyborgs voice pulled me out of my ogling. "What? Did you say something?" I started to turn my head towards him, but the strangers head came up when I spoke and I found it hard to breath again. His eyes are gold. Fucking gold. But a garded look came into them and he stoped to far away for me to catch his scent in this stupid room. I wanted to move forward. He looked like he was in pain or something. But the cyborg interrupted again. "I am sure those of our students with abnormal appearances would appreciate not being stared at like a sideshow freak Slone!" The roman god of a stranger flinched and looked down again, his body drawing in hunched over himself. "Just because Nickodemus looks strange doesn't give you the right to-" "ENOUGH!" I roared sounding almost as animalistic as Logan dose normally. A flash of pain in my gums and fingertips let me know my fangs and claws were out. The scent of shock from the group around me was pushed back a bit by my own rage. And I tossed the cookies to Logan as I started towards Scott. "You know Scotty-boy before you go running your mouth calling other people strange, or abnormal you might just want to march your cyborg-wanna-be ass back into the locker room to take a good look in the mirror!" I got right up in his face and poked him in the chest with one claw forcing him to step back as I continued. "Because as far as I'm concerned a great many more people are going to find your creepy metal goggle wearing ass a lot stranger than the bronze adonis over there." I had to grab my braid at that point and hold it off my back, don't want to ruin another shirt. "Oh and while your in there you may want to pull that stick out of your ass, because that isn't what people mean when they tell you to go fuck yourself!" Scott had continued his retreat as I advanced so when I was done speaking he was in the perfect spot to shove him back into the locker room. I had the pleasure of watching him fall on his ass before the door swung shut and I could lock it from this end. Feeling somewhat satisfied and a whole lot angry, I marched back to Logan and my cookies. He was standing where I left him the bag propped open in his hands, so I grabbed one and started chewing. "Why the hell do they call this the danger room anyway?" At that Logan, Lemony, and Hank all burst into laughter and Red stormed out, probably to cheek on Scott. "They call this the danger room because we can project 3D solid holograms to use in mock combat situations." This was the Prof. talking slow and calm as he rolled towards the group. "But we won't be using anything like that on you today. The reason we test new students here is so Hank's scanners can measure your potential power base, and actual power output. As you are older than our average new student you will likely be close to potential already." I took deep breaths while he talked, letting my anger go and releasing my hair when the flames went out. The rest of our group also tried to pull themselves together. "Cool-beans then." I finished my cookie and took the bag back from Logan. Holding it open I offered it out to the group. "Those oatmeal?" Asked Logan. "Nope." I tipped the bag towards him after Betsy grabbed one. "They are Victor's Oaty Wonders, and if you don't call them that you can't have any." I mock glared while Logan rumbled and grabbed one for himself. "Victor gave you those?" (Holy crap his voice!) I never knew whisky voice was a thing outside of movies. I nodded mutley as he finally came close enough for his scent to register. (Fuck! I really am doomed. This is my roommate!) He came into the group and reached for a cookie. "Wow, Victor never gives out more than one desert a student, and never at breakfast, and somehow you walked away with a whole bag." Shit that scent. I can barely focus on what he is saying through the overwhelming desire to tackle him and roll around on him. Preferably naked. And maybe in a bed. For ease of rolling. And ease of other things. Just then Red opened the door for Scotty to slam back into the room mid rant. (Thank god. A distraction.) "-blatant disregard for authority! This kind of behavior will not be tolerated!" He paused for breath and Betsy jumped in. "Slone was just defending Nico! You have been warned before about hurtful offhand comments like the ones you just made." She pointed at Red next "And don't you go trying to say he didn't mean it! You felt how hurt Nico was at Scott's comment just as the Prof. and I did, and as far as I can tell you had no intention of stopping him. Maybe Slone could have handled the situation better but he is a 15 year old boy and you two are supposed to be adults." "If this is how you intend to run my school after I'm gone then maybe the school board needs to re-evaluate your worth as the next headmaster Scott." So saying the Prof. rolled towards the exit with that acid `I'm thinking at you' smell pooling around him. Scott glared at me for a moment but followed the Prof. and Red out the door. Logan, Nico, Betsy and I all grabbed another cookie before Betsy spoke up. "Well seeing as I'm chairman of the board I suppose I need to head up to the Prof.'s office with them. It's about time he talked to Scott and Jean about their behavior problems. Ta loves." She swept out of the room after them and I decided I wanted to be her when I grew up. "Guess it's just us for the testing then. You got your toys ready Furball?" Logan asked Hank who shook his head. "Then let's get them set I want to get started." He and Hank moved to another doorway that was just below a big window looking out over the room. And shit I was alone with my sexy as fuck roommate. (P.P.P.S. Pleaselethimbegay!Pleaselethimbegay!Please! Let!Him!Be!GAY!) "So." I glanced up at him. "You think I look like a bronze adonis?" (Oh Fuck. He heard that.) "Wha- no. I ...ah....Shit." His eyes brightened and I noticed little flecks of green in the gold (So fucking sexy) "It was just- I... I... I didn't mean- But you do and... uh... can we not talk about that?" I squeezed the last part out mortified at my stuttering state. He laughed. The sound was rich and soothing, and just about made me cum on the spot. I wanted to hear it again. "Don't worry honey, I'm not offended. I used to get compliments before-" He gestured at the scales on his neck with one hand drawing my attention to some on the backs of his hand and fingers. Textured hands. Fuck. (What if the rest of him is like that? Fuck what if his dick is like that! OMG I want to know!!) but his scent changed some too when he gestured. It had sadness in it now. "But this is the first time a guy has ever said I was attractive." (Ok not gay) That thought was enough to rein in my labido. For whatever reason the thought that he might not want me was heartbreaking. It took all my control to not cry then and there. "Come on kids. I ain't got all day." Logan called from the middle of the room. "Just leave the cookies there Slone. And Nico I don't need you for a demo. You can stay or leave, but your roommate needs to get started." "Alright then I'll head out." He looked back at me and smiled. Even his goddamn teeth are perfect. "See you later Slone. And thanks. For what you said. No one had stood up for me like that here, I appreciate it." I watched as he jogged out until the door shut behind him. Then dropped the cookies and moved over to Logan. "Guess we won't have to worry about ya getting in fights over girls." Logan rumbled some and I smiled a little at that. "Come now children it's time to work!" Hanks voice boomed out through some hidden sound system and he waved at us from the window. The next 30ish minutes were filled with Logan making wild swings and mad dashes, trying to overpower my while I carefully shifted around to avoid attacks and use his own momentum in my own attacks to send him flying out farther. He got me in the end though, more experience I guess. He had me pinned to the floor with my breath knocked out of me. "Sorry kid!" He laughed and gave me a wolfish grin. "Maybe ya need to speed up that fast forward function." "Oh sure." I said as he rolled off and helped me up. "That's my problem. Not the fact that you have who knows how many years of experience! And I want to state for the record that if we didn't have healing abilities I would have won this fight! I got way more killing blows on you then you did on me!" We both laughed at that one with our respective cuts and bruises healing over as we talked. "Alright Slone that was great thank you." Hank came up and joined us then. "I was able to scan your fire abilities in the middle of that I don't think you can project your flames. Most elemental based powers tend to work based on what's around them. But you have the ability to create fire which is rare, though your mutation in that regard is not very powerful." "So I'm not going to burn the house down while I sleep? Or accidentally launch fireballs at annoying people?" I asked. "No. Not without direct contact and the time needed for the fire to catch on whatever it is you try to burn. Oh and the DNA came back while I was up there. My guess was spot on, if you will excuse the pun. You have lion, python, and hyena DNA traits." Hank was a walking pool of excitement at this point. (Strange what gets this man going.) "And just like Nico you have the double X gene! This has only been seen in mutants who are born of parents that are both mutants as well. In these cases you see similar traits to the parents mutations though they are never quite the same ..." Hank trailed off. "Yer not gonna carry on about that science crap again are you?" Logan asked. "`Cus it's almost 2 and I'm sure the kid wants more `n cookies for lunch." "Oh yes, yes." Hank bobbed his head and started to wander off out the door. "Fascinating. I wonder if this explains th-" The door swinging shut cut him off and Logan turned back to me. "So, do ya think if I go in with you Victor will be nice to me too?" I laughed and shrugged. "Only one way to find out." I scooped up my cookies and lead the way out. Thinking about what Victor might serve for lunch and whether or not I could get my roommate to change teams. After all it works in porn and books all the time. It must be possible. ________________ Translation of early chapert russian "Hurry up 'lazy dogs! Breakfast for one hour and your not even halfway done yet!" Sorry if I got some of the russian sentence structure wrong it was harder than I thought to work out that sentence. As always constructive criticism is most welcome. Send all comments to mrgood447 at gmail dot com. This is the first bit of erotica that I have ever written so really, please let me know if it sucks in the un-fun way.