Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2006 10:25:17 +0000
From: sameus solarus <domatheangelofdeath@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ultimate X-Men Archmage 7

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1) If reading this is in any way illegal where you are from or at your age,
or
you don't want to read about male/male relationships, then why are you on
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Ok this story is set in the Ultimate X-Men Universe, though as it progresses
there will be subtle differences, such as the continued of sentinels, where
none are in use in the graphic novel. The X-Men team members might not
correlate to the current rosters. The main team of X-Men at the beginning of
my story will consist of Professor Xavier, Jean Grey (Marvel Girl), Scott
Summers (Cyclops), Bobby Drake (Iceman), Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat), Kurt
Wagner (Nightcrawler), Poitr 'Peter' Rasputin (Colossus), Marian (Rogue),
Ororo Munroe (Storm), James 'Logan'
Howlett (Wolverine) and Elliot Boggs (Magician). Also Allison 'Ali' Blaire
(Dazzler)(Currently in a coma) and Warren Worthington III (Angel) (Actting
as a spy for Xavier in the Academy of Tomorrow) will also be considered
members of the X-men.


Chapter 7

He just looked into my eyes and smiled, then kissed me. He got out of bed
and I saw his arse, it was perfect. He went into a pocket of his trousers
and brought out some lube and a condom.
"You came equipped"
"I got these from Jean, I was going to leave them in my room tomorrow so
that I had them for when I finally got the bottle to ask you to have sex
with me."
He got back into the bed with me. I grabbed the condom and tore open the
packet, I rolled it down his dick and then grabbed the bottle of lube and
squeezed out some of the gel and rubbed it all over his dick, with the
little bit left on my hands I lubed up my hole. I laid back on the bed and
Peter got into position, when I felt the tip of his dick press against my
hole. I brought my legs onto his shoulders. He slowly began pushing into me,
the lube had made it easier but it still felt like I was going to be torn
open by him. I gasped out in pain.
"Are you ok do you want me to stop"
"No, just go slowly"
He continued to slide in, the pain slowly diminished as he carried on. When
he was all the way in, he began to slowly pull out. When all that was left
in me was the very tip of his penis he pushed back in again. It hurt less
each time he pushed back into me. Soon his thrusting was becoming much more
rapid, his body was soon becoming slick with sweat. He was moaning as he
pushed in, so was I every time he pushed back in I would moan in pleasure,
the pain now completely gone. He began to get faster and faster and I knew
he was going to cum any minute, he thrust three more times before he came
inside me. I felt him pull completely out of me and the next thing I knew he
had collapsed on the bed next to me. I reached over and pulled him close and
kissed him.
"Peter I love you so much"
"Love you too sexy"
He reached over and turned off the light, then pushed up right into me, then
wrapped his arms around me, I settled in and fell to sleep feeling the
warmth of his body.
   I woke up and found my that Peter was no asleep on his back and my head
was resting on his chest, I could hear him breathing and his heart beating,
it was comforting. I glanced over to the clock it was coming up to eight I
twisted slowly and began to suck on his nipple, one of my hands was gently
stroking in a circular pattern across his abs. he yawned and slowly his eyes
opened and looked down to me
"Morning sleepy head, we've got an hour before we have that training in the
danger room and I'm hungry and need a shower."
He jumped out of bed and threw on a pair of boxers and I grabbed a pair out
of my chest of drawers. We walked to the bathroom and got washed, we shared
the shower cubicle and washed each other, kissing under the warm water was
very erotic, but we didn't really have the time to indulge. We jumped out
and went back to my room. We got dressed into our uniforms and went to the
kitchen. Jean and Scott were sat at the table eating toast with honey. There
was a small stack of pancakes and I grabbed a plate and shoved a few on. I
went through the veritable buffet and put some rashers of bacon on my plate,
Peter had the same and we sat and ate.
"Sam it's your first day isn't it I forgot that. Your first session with
Wolverine, your going to remember this one, He's tough and will really put
you through your paces. Its no powers so get ready for physical combat."
"Thanks Jean make me feel better on my first day, though I'm not worried, I
have some training from the military and S.H.I.E.L.D."
We sat and gossiped, Peter and Scott talked amongst themselves. When it was
five to we ran down to the danger room.
We were the last to turn up. Wolverine waited until we were in line before
he started the lesson.
"Right now we're all here, I can begin. Now go to your sparring partner and
I want to see you using the skills I've taught you. Newbie, you're with me.
You've no doubt had basic hand to hand training so I you should be able to
work with me, I will take it easy on you"
I walked up to him, I noticed a lack of fighting between the others, as far
as I could see they were all watching me and Wolverine.
We bowed and began, I took up my fighting position. My left leg straight in
front of me, with my right leg bent the knee at a right angle to my hip, my
left hand straight out in front of me, my right arm straight up.
"I'm impressed, you know more then you let on"
He came at my, I brought my right leg up into a roundhouse and kicked him
across the face. From his movement pattern I had figured his fighting style
was about the strength of the attack, with some martial arts techniques
involved. I adjusted my stance, and they way I would fight. To counteract I
would use the Mantis Style I had created that used my natural agility and
flexibility from my dance and gymnastics to create a fast style.
Wolverine staggered back I ran at him and did a forwards flip over him. In
mid air I put my right hand on his shoulder and held myself up. Flipping
over I landed facing his back, before he could spin round I had jabbed with
both fists into his spine. He collapsed forwards. He stood up and faced me.
I readied myself for another attack. He bowed and I knew that our sparring
was over.
"Impressive newbie, what style of fighting is that I've never seen it
before."
"It's called Mantis Style Karate. I developed it myself it's a mixture of
gymnastics, Karate, dance, Jujitsu, Ninjitsu and Tai-Chi  I developed it to
deal with people with greater physical strength then myself, by using their
momentum against them."
Ok well you can help me teach or you can go and have this period free, you
don't need any further training. The others heard that and I swear I heard
Jean moan. I walked out of the danger room, and up the stairs, towards the
library. I knocked on the door.
"Come in Samiel, have a seat."
I walked in and sat on the sofa, the professor looked at me.
"Now you came to speak to me, please go ahead"
"I was wondering if you had heard anything from S.H.I.E.L.D yet in regards
to my estate."
"Yes I have, I received a special delivery from them earlier this morning I
was going to discuss it after our lessons. Considering you're here and not
down in the danger room then I guess you have surpassed Wolverines
expectations and he has dismissed you."
He handed me a briefcase that had been under his wheelchair. I opened it and
sat in silence as I read through the files. There were papers and documents
about businesses. I read through the files, there were reports on businesses
and a long letter from my grandfather addressed to me. I opened it and sat
in silence.

Dear Samiel

As I write you this I wonder if it well ever be seen by your eyes. I have to
tell you this, I have left your parents with nothing in the event of my
death. The fact that your mother hates me for been a mutant is the main
reason. I have left you everything I have, all the estates, all the money
and all my possessions are yours to do with as you wish. If you are reading
it then I have died before you turned 18, oh I wish I could have seen you
when you came of age. I hope my visions of you that I saw were true. I hope
you have found my old friend Charles Xavier, and found someone you can be
happy with. If I haven't played a part in your life then I am truly sorry, I
wanted to be there to see you develop your powers. You have been blessed
with a great power, I want you to use it for the betterment of mutants. If
you have not already found Professor Xavier then I suggest you do so
immediately and ask to join him. This is the only thing that I ask you do
for me. The Brotherhood must be fought at all costs Destiny has seen much as
have I and her path will lead to horrors for all people human and mutant.
I leave one other thing to you, it is a gift for your 18th birthday, go to
the international bank in Zurich and ask to get into box 181014 remember the
poem that I taught your mother and use what it tells you is the most
important thing in life as the password.

Know I love you dearly Samiel
Grandad

I don't know I couldn't actually remember what he looked like at all, other
then I photos I had managed to get. But I cried, in front of the professor.
"He said that he knew you"
"Your grandfather was a mutant with precognitive powers as well as a very
powerful telepath and telekinetic, he went by the codename Fate. He saw many
possible futures as did Irene Walker, the precognitive known as Destiny.
However, she chose the same path as Magneto. Your grandfather helped me with
funding before he died and his money bought the grounds and the mansion
itself. That's why I felt like I had to rescue you when I discovered your
whereabouts. He was a good man, I miss him dearly. Now I presume that you
have all the papers you need as well as all your papers as a citizen as well
as legal ID, healthcare and so on."
I took out my ID, official driver's license, several different credit cards
and healthcare card. I put them in my pocket and took the letter.
"Professor can I ask a favour please"
"Anything you need all you have to do is ask."
"I need to go to Zurich, as soon as possible, now I have a passport and ID I
can leave anyway I want to. My grandfather said he had left me something
that I would need and should have. I want to go collect, but I will need 2
day off from school to collect it. Is that ok."
"How about I let you go in the Blackbird, you will get there in about 6-7
hours and you can spend the night and travel back tomorrow. Jean will fly
you down and I imagine you'll want Peter to go with you. I will tell them to
go and get packed. You go and get what you need to take with you, then come
down here"
I ran up to my room and grabbed some clothes and my wash bag and packed it
into a backpack, I took of my uniform and packed that as well, changed into
regular clothes and walked back to the library.
"Sam, what would you like to do with the papers, will you take them with you
or do you want me to lock them in the vault."
"I want to take a few of them with me, I have to read through some of them.
The others can you lock up for me."
I passed him the suitcase, as Jean and Peter walked in behind me. I turned
up and put the papers into my bag and walked over to them. We headed down to
the hanger and dropped our bags in the hold before taking a seat, we hit the
skies and flew into the skies. I was sat next to Peter reading the papers
and trying to find out what I actually owned and where it was. Peter was sat
listening to music on his ipod. I went over to the onboard and went to the
internet phone and opened a communications channel to one of the foundations
that researched mutants with powers and mutations that made them stand-out.
I was met by a young scientist by the name of Dr Haller.
"You must be Mr Kilgrave, we have been informed of your inheritance and you
are now in charge there are many things we need to discuss to get you up to
date."
"Please, you have been in charge for a long time, and personally ran the
Hardimann Foundation, I wish to leave it in your care. However, you will
find that you have been given a grant of  250 million and given a new
location from which to work and house the people who need you help. It is
much more secure however it will need development. That is what the grant is
for, your work is very important to me. Please get in touch with me and give
me regular updates every week on the progress of your participants. This is
my address samiel_dantalion_kilgrave@xavier_institute.org please could you
also send me an electric copy of your patient and participant database so I
can familiarise myself with each one of them. I hope that is acceptable."
"Understood sir, we will begin the transfer to our new location as soon as
possible."
"Will you place all items from the new location that you do not use into
storage please."
"We will"
I cut the connection and hacked into the HSBC and transferred the money into
the Hardimann Foundations account. I turned off the computer and went and
sat next to Peter. He looked at me and I smiled as he held my hand. Jean
turned round from the console.
"We're now on auto-pilot, estimated time of arrival five and a half hours,
so you fancy playing cards"
We proceeded to talk, read, play cards, listen to music and gossip until we
landed just outside of Zurich, we got into the pre loaded Porsche and drove
into town. We found the bank and walked in. I walked to the man on the desk.
"How may I help?"
"I would like to open box number 181014, it should be under the name of Erik
Johannes Vandermell."
"Very good sir, please follow me, you guests may wait in the lounge for you
to open the box."
"No they are coming in with me."
We walked into a large plush looking room with a sofa a table and a large
conveyor belt. The clerk typed in a code and a moment later a box appeared
on the conveyor belt. On the top of the large metal case was a key pad with
numbers and letters.
"You get one guess, if it is wrong then the box will be deactivated for 50
years, no one will have access to it, until the 50 years have expired it's a
safety measure placed on certain accounts. This is one of those accounts.
Now I shall leave, please return to the foyer when you are done."
He left the room and closed the doors. I walked over to the case. Peter
spoke out to me
"Do you know the password?"
"My grandad said to remember a poem my mother sang to me as a child what it
told me is the most important thing in life is the password to this box. The
poem went:
Whatever the future may hold,
Know this one thing you are told.
The spark is bright when held tight.
But burns with pure light,
When allowed to run free.
Might is not always right
Sometimes purity is the only way
To achieve your goals
Virtue is what separates us
>From those we appose
So heed well this verse
And follow down the path."

Peter looked confused by the poem.
"I don't get it, I can't tell what the password is"
He stood next to me, as did Jean as I typed in the password on the screen
and I saw the realisation dawn on their face as I typed in the six letters
of the password. VIRTUE.
The box opened and I looked inside there was a crystal and a note. I opened
the note.

Samiel

Only you could remember the poem, I taught it to your mother as a little
girl. The crystal before you was made by the Sorcerer Supreme for you and
when you activate it will open the rest of your powers. For your own good,
we placed limitations on them to keep you safe. They would slowly breakdown
as you grew older. This gemstone when you use your powers on it will open
all the doors and give you the hidden knowledge I placed inside you. Use
your powers wisely my child I love you
Grandad

I took the gem and placed it and the note in my pocket.
"Come on you two we best find a nice hotel to spend the night in, then were
off boozing on me this time"
Jean and Peter walked behind me. We looked around and found a posh looking
hotel, I walked up to the clerk on the desk and he looked up at me. The
hotel was called the Trastrama.
"How may I help you? This is a very exclusive hotel, if you're looking for a
more affordable hotel there are some I could suggest."
"Can I please book the Presidential Suite and the Honeymoon Suite, for just
the one night thank you."
I placed my gold credit card down on the desk, the clerk looked at me then
at it and swiped it, when it accepted he charged us and gave us our keys. I
gave Jean the Presidential Suite Key, we walked to the lift and went up to
the 5th floor.
When the lift doors closed Jean finally spoke out loud.
"You didn't have to do this, we could have got regular rooms. I mean the
presidential suite for me, that's a bit much."
Peter jumped in
"The honeymoon Suite, in a place like this even for one night must have been
expensive"
I just looked at them both.
"Yeah it was $1000 each plus you can order room service and use anything in
the rooms it's billed directly to my account. I have all this money, I
intend on using it to treat my best friends. Get into your rooms drop your
stuff off were going shopping. I'm getting Jean the best dress I can find,
and you babe are going to be wearing an Armani suit when we go out, plus all
the accessories, watches, glasses, jewellery to go with limo to take us to
the poshest placed in town. NO ARGUMENTS."
Jeans suite was one side of the corridor and ours was the other. Jean walked
off quietly and Peter walked behind me into our suite. However, as soon as
we walked into the palatial room it changed.
"This is amazing."
It had its own huge marble bathroom. There was huge living area and through
2 huge doors was a massive bed room with an emperor size bed decked out in
the finest bedding imaginable. The room living room was decorated gold and
yellows and was classy and sophisticated. The bathroom was white and marble,
and the bedroom was reds and purples. It was beautiful. Peter grabbed hold
of me and kissed me
"I love you but you didn't need to do this for me"
"I wanted to, I wanted us to have a romantic getaway."
"Are you sure you want to buy us all this stuff for tonight, I could quite
happily stay in."
"Nice try. We are going shopping, then we are off for a meal, and then out
into the classiest nightclub money can buy."


OK well thats Chapter 7 for you please let me know what you all think at
domatheangelofdeath@hotmail.com constructive critisims are always welcome
and compliments make me feel good, which is always good. Ok well thats me
signing off.