Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2015 14:09:31 +1030
From: wayne unknown <waynewriteswords@outlook.com>
Subject: Voided Chapter 2

Disclaimers

I do not own the rights to any of the characters of the Marvel or DC
universe. Any original characters referenced in this tale are my
intellectual property (I think? copyright law is confusing :S)

I know and care little about the sexuality of any of the creators, actors,
or characters involved in the Marvel/DC universe. Similarly, this story
contains graphic descriptions of gay male sex. If that may offend you, I
suggest looking elsewhere for entertainment. Otherwise enjoy some smut. The
smut will be widespread and hopefully organic to character growth.

Partial credit goes to the story Mutation by Phoenixfire543 (on nifty) for
inspiring me to write my own variation on the whole superhero genre. His
protagonist inspired mine power wise, though mine varies a lot in
temperament and disposition.

Terminology

*text between these symbols indicates telepathic communication *

To a telepath there are three layers of the mind of note, the outer self,
the middle self and the inner self or Core.

The outer self is home to strong emotions and immediate reactive
thoughts(surface thoughts).

The Middle self is where sensory links take place and memories can be
accessed, altered and uploaded.

The inner core is the home of the mental landscape, the psychic avatar, the
psyche and willpower.

The deeper into someone's mind a telepath descends the more at risk they
are to personality bleed-through and ejection from the mind.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Someone else's Memories &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

Authors note: Took a while to publish this one due to other
priorities. Warning it gets a bit emo in the middle for reasons...

Donations are helpful in keeping this site active and sexy stories
available for consumption...

Thursday February 15th

Visited Peter Hale's office to see what he's been up to during my extended
absence from civilization.

The Lazaruses are helping with medical research as they are the ultimate
medical control group. As Lazarus is essentially human until he dies and
his mutant power of resurrection kicks in. They've done some weird shit
though; without Set's help Lazarus has taken to being chopped up to
reproduce. There is over 2 hundred of him now. The funny thing is they are
all receiving a pay cheque for their services.

Their research has paid off and Lazarus Prime has found a way to live and
die like a normal person. He takes a dose of the replicated Cure that has
been artificially synthesized by Peter Hale's company with the help of the
data I forwarded during the Phoenix conflict. The other Lazarus's don't
bother trying to dose themselves as they're happy with being paid for
medical experiments.

I was initially horrified but after talking with Lazarus Prime I remembered
why he was so desperate to find a way to stay dead. He didn't want to be
buried only to come back again and again gasping for air to suffocate and
die endlessly. When he died he would be interred in a private burial ground
with a coffin that had cameras just to make sure the Cure drug stopped him
from coming back.

Patrick pulled me aside while I was being shown around by Peter Hale and
asked. "Would you be interested in meeting with some foreign dignitaries in
order to arrange a very lucrative deal to help them with their water
shortage issues."

"Yeah. I could do with the money."

"Fantastic. I'll let my contact know and we'll sort out a time."

"Okay"

I spent the night at a bottom of a lake working on developing a better
battle form and a new sort of 'golem'.

Friday Night February 16th

Went to visit Mark as I hadn't seen him in months and I wanted someone to
bitch about John to.

I teleported over to his place and found Jeremy instead.

"Hey Victor. Mark isn't in tonight, he's at Allesandro's."

"Oh okay, I'll pop over there then."

He grabbed a fistful of shirt and pulled me close giving me his trademark
quirky grin. "Mark's off limits now, Allessandro snapped him up. We can
fool around instead." He gave me a soft kiss and pressed me in closer to
him, his hard bulge rubbing against my growing one.

I shrugged "I suppose I could stay a little while."

He tugged off my shirt "good".

I stripped off my remaining clothes as I raced to the couch where I bent
over for easy access eager for a bit of normal vanilla sex.

I closed my eyes and waited and then I felt something strange brush across
my hole. I activated an 'eye'. Jeremy knelt on the floor, his nose brushing
my hole as he blindly searched with his hands for something. "Stop teasing
me. Give it to me."

"Soon." His nose pressed more insistently against my hole, it
tickled. "Found it." Jeremy stood with a lube bottle in his hand "knew it
was here somewhere."

A moment later, I groaned as Jeremy slid his 9 inch cock deep inside me. I
grunted out "fuck" as he bottomed out inside me.

He paused inside me. "So good, I missed this."

Before I could ask what he meant he was fucking me hard and fast.

Several fun minutes of frenetic fucking later Jeremy exploded into me, his
cum splashing against my insides in volleys. He paused on top of me
catching his breath. He pulled out and flipped me onto my back, moving my
legs over his shoulders as he re-entered my vacated hole. He slid in easily
lifting my legs up until my ankles were tight against his ears.

The drummer walked in as Jeremy was busy thrusting into me and stripped off
his shirt. "This a private party or can anyone join?"

Jeremy turned around, still naked and hard and inside me and said the most
cliché thing ever as he pulled out "This isn't what it looks like."

"Whatever man, we all know you've been pounding your gay flatmate. We don't
care." The drummer said as he pushed Jeremy aside, he placed his cock at my
entrance and looked at me as if for permission and I nodded and he slid his
8 inch cock all the way inside me. The drummer had a bit more girth than
Jeremy's and I clutched at him as he hit bottom. "Thanks for warming him up
for me" he said as he thrusted in and out of my slippery hole.

Jeremy watched the drummer fucking me for a minute before standing on the
couch and sliding his hard cock into my open mouth so that I was being
fucked in both ends.

The other 3 band members walked in several minutes later just as the three
had built up a nice fucking rhtyhm. They stood and stared as Jeremy fucked
my mouth and the drummer fucked my ass.

The drummer saw me looking behind him and smiled and waved his friends
over. He sped up, slamming my ass hard as Jeremy sped up fucking my face
too. They both blew within moments of each other, Jeremy pumping a weak
load down my throat and the Drummer pumping a juicy load in my ass.

Moments later they pulled out of me and got dressed and I felt a little
awkward with the other 3 band members looking at me without doing
anything. I got dressed too.

Jeremy told the others that band practice was canceled for the day. (Thank
God)

Instead Drummer boy got some pot and a bong from his van and we hung out
watching horror movies and taking hits off the bong. It had a limited
effect on me but the others got really high and horned up...

I ended up sucking on each of them and riding their laps. The night ended
with me getting DP'd by the 2 guys with 7 inch cocks while I sucked off the
band member with the 6.5 inch cock.

I spent the night in Jeremy's bed snuggled between Jeremy and the Drummer
while the 3 other members of the band sprawled naked on the couch.

Saturday February 17th

I visited Mark at my former workplace and he told me the bad news that he's
HIV positive. I didn't know what to say or do.

I gave him a hug feeling terrible that I couldn't heal him. Viruses are too
complicated for me to fix with my transitioning ability.

I left soon after feeling useless and guilty. I'm reminded of all the
people I did help during my time at Avalon and I vowed to myself that I
would find a way to help Mark whatever it took.

Sunday February 18th

I felt a strum of need through my connection with John and I teleport over
to talk to him at his LA home.

"Hey Boy Wonder long time. What's with the ring?"

I seek it out with 'eyes' and I teleported it into my hand and I
demonstrated how to use it to collect blood by opening the snake head and
leaving it so when John shakes someone's hand it collects a sample of blood
with the tiny fangs. "I thought it might save you some trouble when you're
hungry..."

Mystique interrupted. "John tells me that you're skilled at finding
people." I shrugged, annoyed at her and the world in general to try and be
friendly. "I want you to find Magneto."

I looked at her in her blue form and I couldn't help thinking about Mark
and my thoughts drifted as to her ability and John's and the silence
stretched out while I considered the possibilities. "I'll help but with one
condition, I want you to allow me free rein with your mind."

"Why?" she asked.

"I have a sick friend and your mutant ability to rearrange yourself at a
cellular level might help." She looked wary "It will also make finding
Magneto easier as I can review every conversation you've had him for clues
as to his current location."

She agreed. I gripped her head tightly with both hands and activated
Rogue's power to borrow her power, drain her energy and leave her more
vulnerable to psychic invasion. I telepathically dug deep into her inner
core acquiring every memory of hers, finding her mentality rich with useful
information. I uploaded a copy of her mentality as a psychic echo/avatar
into my mental landscape to be added as a member of the council.

I absorbed some of her hand to hand combat skills, infiltration techniques,
shape shifting knowledge into me. I made note of the name and location of a
high class forger of her acquaintance. The rest of the extra memories I
transferred to the psychic library to be sorted through later.

She staggered back "What was that?"

"The process hurts. I'll be in touch when I find Magneto."

I teleported a few blocks away onto a rooftop and played with the cellular
rearrangement ability and pondered its uses. The power faded away after a
few minutes leaving me mid form. I shifted to water and reshaped myself
into a slightly altered format.

I needed a new base of operations to experiment in peace.

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Current To Do List

1. Find a new base of operations for myself as Avalon has Broadcast,
Mansion has Xavier, Antarctica has 'golem collective' and is too far away
from the US. Mark has other issues to deal with.  2. Find Magneto to get
rid of Mystique 3. Help cure Mark of HIV 4. Protect my family – 'Trojan
clouds' ?  5. Provide assistance as needed to the 'golem collective'.
6. Rebuild Avalon's reputation and ease the divide between Morlocks and
'passers'.  7. See how Luke's farm is progressing 8. Monitor the Lazarus
experiments 9. Recruit new mutants to my side.  10. Stop Void Soldiers from
endangering friends, mutants and myself.


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Monday February 19th

I visited a real estate agent in Washington and I spend the rest of my
funds on a deposit on a run down place in Trinidad. (I spent most of my
money setting up Jason's construction business which is now defunct.) It's
a bad neighborhood but it's close to Washington DC and the 'leaders of the
free world'.

I have just enough funds to get water running at the place again.

I'm officially BROKE!

I cleaned my new place with steaming water and soap. It takes the whole
day.

Tuesday February 20th I walked the streets of Washington venturing as close
as I can to the White House with a different face and body than normal.

Night time experiments with flesh continues.

Wednesday February 21st I spent the day using a 'sense cylinder' on the
city monitoring its population of 600000 with interest looking for Magneto
or any useful info on the Void Soldiers.

Night time experiments with flesh continues.

Thursday February 22nd I recreated JJ and infused him with psychic strength
equivalent to a class 4 telepath. I install him with a class 4.5 psychic
shield with vampiric qualities.

I have him help me work on perfecting the 'psychic clones' and my latest
project.

Friday February 23rd I recreated Justin and infused him with teleporting
energy to make him a class 3 teleporter and I place a class 4.5 psychic
shield with vampiric qualities to mask his true purpose from Xavier/other
telepaths.

Saturday February 24th I teleport-hopped back to New York with Justin and
JJ and sent them to the Xavier Mansion to serve as my sleeper agents. I
told Sean to keep an eye on them and report back if they misbehaved.

Sunday February 25th I teleport-hopped all the way back to the 'golem
collective' with a class 4 hydro kinetic, Class 3 telepath Jason in tow. I
told them that he'd help them with construction of a better ice city.

I asked the 'golem collective' to help me out by returning to their old
duties keeping the peace in Avalon.

Monday February 26

20000 of them returned with me to Avalon. I left them on a lake nearby
while I went to talk to Broadcast. He was suspicious of my offer, thinking
I wanted to regain control of Avalon.


"I founded Avalon to be a sanctuary for mutants regardless of their skin
color and I won't allow for it to be run into the ground with your
incompetence or bigotry."

"How dare you talk to me like that?"


"Easily. I can kick your ass into the ground if I wanted to but I don't
really want to fight you if it can be avoided. I don't want to be
responsible for collateral damage or any more death."

Broadcast glared at me, his palms outstretched with fireballs, his skin
crackling with electricity and I merely stared him down ready to give him a
stroke if he provoked me. He grunted "fine" and stomped off discharging
electricity into the earthen walls of his office.

I visited Scale as 5000 golems resumed peacekeeping duties in Avalon while
the others spread out through Tasmania to guard the shores of Tasmania.

I recreated Jackie with class 4 transitioning ability with a range of a
class 2.5 and class 4 water sense and uploaded her with additional memories
of all my experience healing the sick. She'd take over my old position of
healing the sick, wounded and damaged at Avalon. She'd serve as my inside
woman in Avalon to monitor the situation with Broadcast and Scale and the
Tasmanian golems.

I psychically linked Jason and Jackie so they could communicate with each
other long distance telepathically.

I teleported back to New York. I transmitted instructions telepathically to
JJ to link with his 'younger brother'.

Tuesday February 27th

I returned to my shitty Trinidad home after leaving behind persona proxies
to monitor some of the more problematic aspects of my existence. Jason for
the golem collective, Jackie to monitor the Avalon situation, JJ and Justin
to keep an eye on Xavier and the school leaving me to deal with other stuff
elsewhere.

Some of the windows had been smashed in my absence. I set up a 'trojan
cloud' with level 3 intelligence and told it to record anyone who came onto
my property.

I stalked the streets of Capitol Hill 'accidentally' running into anyone
that looked like a politician. Every time I ran into them I'd apologize to
them taking a firm hold of their shoulder and telepathically reaming them
for information.

I didn't find anyone that had information about Void Soldiers but I did
find details that would ruin some of their political careers or lives. It
gave me an idea to solve my financial problems.

I ranged out my awareness further looking for Magneto's face.

Wednesday 28th I stalked down one of the slimy politicians who had been
involved in an illegal prostitution ring and I hand delivered him a
blackmail notice with a randomly generated face and body.

$50000 US cash to keep the details of his secret to myself.

I arranged for him to drop of the cash on a Saturday at a busy park in the
area.

I made basically the same arrangement for the next 5 politicians for
various sums based on their ability to liquidate assets. 2 of them had been
partly responsible for the Cure experiments that killed Gargoyle, Dryad and
several others from Callisto's group that defected.

Thursday March 1 I found Magneto while I was idly searching the US with
'eyes'.

He wasn't that far away.

Friday March 2 I went to Florida where Magneto had holed up after his loss
at Alcatraz.

I teleported into his condo. "Hello Magneto. Mystique has regained her
mutant abilities she wants to see you again and I'm fairly sure she's going
to kill you for betraying her."

"She'll understand why I did what I did."

He launched a lamp at me with his power followed by a barrage of coins. The
attack punctured several of my organs. I shifted to water and the lamp and
twisted coins passed through me. (Would have killed me if I was typical)
^Well that was bracing. Guess you got your power back too. Is that the best
you've got?^

"Impudent pup. I will not be locked in another cage." He closed his eyes
and things went weird. My whole molecular make-up altered. It's hard to
describe but my water became differently clustered and made my thoughts
clog up.

I shifted to flesh and the effect diminished. "I don't particularly care
for Mystique and I'm open to counter offers."

"Who are you? You seem familiar."

"Victor. I had a different body last time we met." He looked at me
blankly. "I was the water guy who incinerated Jean after you got de-powered
and she got even more bat shit crazy."

He tensed up. "What do you want then?"

"Hmm..." I pondered what Magneto could give me that'd be of any
use. "You've been a super mutant terrorist leader for decades I'm sure
you've picked up some useful tricks and..." I looked around at his
expensively decorated place a little worse for wear with the water on the
carpet and the twisted coinage. "I'll take half your money."

"Why would I give you anything?"

"Well Mystique is likely to kill you with a weapon made of her own flesh if
I tell her where you are. It's an entertaining talent I must admit." I
performed a partial shift of my arm and extended out bone claws from my
knuckles (Mystique's memory of her encounter with Wolverine at the Statue
of Liberty). "I need money and information but in exchange I'll help you
solve some of your problems."

"What could you do to help me?"

"Lots of people underestimate me. You're the master of magnetism and metal
right?" He nodded warily. "I am the master of water and flesh. I can
program water golems with intelligence and create mutants." He raised an
eyebrow doubtful. "Well not actual mutants but I can infuse my creations
with my powers and thanks to Mystique's memories I have a better
understanding of flesh. I can help get Mystique on side, restore you to
full strength and stop human or mutant agencies from finding you again. No
more cages Magneto."

"Why should I trust you?"

"You don't have to. It's a mutually beneficially arrangement. I get
information, money and Mystique away from my lover." Magneto laughed and I
glared at him and continued. "You get Mystique, protection and
vitality. Win Win old man."

"Don't taunt me. I've endured decades of persecution from stupid humans and
I will not be talked down to by some arrogant youth." The coins swirled
around me. I generated a telekinetic shield around me just in time to
deflect his attack.

"I leave you a parting gift to help you decide whether to take my offer or
not."

I reached out with a thought and phased his right hand into that of a 30
year old removing all the wrinkles. I teleported out.

Saturday March 3 I collected the cash from the various spots with
teleportation within seconds of them being concealed much to the annoyance
of the security teams of the 2 politicians involved in the mutant hunts.

Sunday March 4 I checked the money. Some of it is marked bills but there's
400k of money from dirty politicians. I visit Magneto to ask his advice in
laundering the money.

He's in a less defensive mood this time and he tells me how to set up a
bank account in Switzerland. He'd learned during his time chasing Nazis
that Swiss bankers weren't inclined to ask too many questions about where
money comes from.

Monday March 5 I set up a bank account in Switzerland and deposited about
half the money which is unmarked and having non sequential serial numbers.

It doesn't matter much as it's under a fake identity made legitimate
courtesy of Mystique's forger associate who provides me with high class
documentation. (I sent a proxy to collect the documents)

Tuesday March 6

I returned to Magneto's and tried to telepathically probe his mind but even
without his legendary anti-telepathy helmet his mind resists intrusion. I
smiled impressed by his mental fortitude. "Have you thought about my
offer?"

"I accept but know this, if you try and betray me I will kill you."

"Of course I wouldn't expect anything less from the infamous Magneto."

"How will you deliver what you promised?"

"Well vitality is mostly cellular, hence Mystique's apparent youth despite
her actual age. If I make you look 30, as long as you remain under the
radar, no one will be looking for you. As for Mystique I've been in her
mind and she wants to rip you apart because you've betrayed her. If you
look like you did when she first fell for you, sentiment should cancel out
the betrayal presuming you can act suitably apologetic."

"And you'll do this for money?"

I shrugged. "I have goals and I need money and information to succeed. You
may be a bastard but you're a survivor. All I need is your cooperation for
a few minutes and I'll honor our arrangement."

"What do I need to do then? Master of flesh."

I smiled viciously "Just stay still and don't fight me. This will hurt." I
strode forward and grabbed his forehead.

He screamed as I activated Rogue's power, draining his mutant power and
vitality only to use his momentary weakness to dig into his mind absorbing
his mentality into me. He collapsed on the floor.

&&&&&& I remembered Magneto's first flare up in 1944 in Poland as his
family was sorted in Auschwitz. His fear and pain as he saw the gaunt faces
of the workers all with tattoos of numbers. His rage as he reached out to
his mother and dug deep within to access the power of magnetism for the
first time. How he scrabbled in the mud mindless as he fought to overcome
the soldiers that piled on to him to keep him away from the gate.

Later he was singled out by a Nazi soldier of high standing named Shaw who
killed his mother in front of him to get him to metal bend. That day he
killed for the first time, crushing the metal helmets of 2 Nazi soldiers as
he surrendered to his rage. That broke something human in him.

Afterwards he hunted down the Nazi's, killed Shaw (who was an energy
absorbing mutant) and when the humans launched their missiles at him after
stopping 'bad mutants' he formed the Brotherhood of Mutants.

He held onto respect for Xavier's idealism for a long time even after his
pet Phoenix killed him.  &&&&&&

Other less violent memories filtered through past the angry memories. More
useful memories to my purposes. The composition of the X Jet, the
construction of the original Cerebro, the way he rearranged the metal
plating to boost Xavier's signal in Cerebro 2.

(Despite the fact that I think Magneto is a terrible general I have a
better appreciation for why Magneto doesn't want to bow to anyone
especially humans)

I spent the rest of the day counteracting the ravages of time on Magneto's
insides. He's fairly weak from my rejuvenation therapy so I keep
telepathically probing him at random intervals to absorb more of his mental
dynamism. He's quite ingenuous and a skilled multi tasker. He makes a
useful addition to my mental council.

I also acquired Intel on his failed Mutant Maker and his experimentation
and experiences with genetics, adamantium, mind control serums and the
reasoning behind why he had Mystique collect information about other
mutants. As well as a passing acquaintance with multiple languages; Polish,
Yiddish, German, French, Portuguese, Russian and Ukrainian.

Wednesday 7th March

I finished restoring his physique to a man in his early 30's removing all
wrinkles. He looks just like John does when he assumes the shape. Exactly
like he did on Valentines Day. I smile. One way or another Mystique and
Magneto will no longer be my problem.

I shook his hand goodbye performing a mild sap for several seconds to
absorb his power over the magnetic spectrum so I could have one last play
around with metal and magnetism. He took it in stride.

I imagined he thought the 40 years of aging I'd erased was worth a little
pain.

I told him to expect Mystique within the day.

I spent the next several minutes amusing myself with metal and magnetism.

Thursday 8th March

I informed Mystique that Magneto is very sorry for abandoning her after
decades of service and will do whatever it takes to earn her forgiveness. I
told her where he was. She left in a hurry. I gave John a wink and wave and
teleported out of there happy with my little vengeance for his betrayal.

Friday March 9th I visited Jeremy and his band during rehearsal...  He had
written a song about me...

Hot lips drive me wild Oh baby I need you now You get me so riled

I'm begging you please.  You bring me to my knees Give me those hot lips.
Give me those Hot lips please.

Wasn't the greatest thing ever written but it's the nicest thing anyone had
done for me in a long time. After the band plays it I thank Jeremy and the
band with my gratitude. Perhaps I've become a groupie?

Saturday March 10th

I checked in on JJ and Justin for a progress report.

JJ has telepathy classes with 3 females nicknamed the Step ford Cuckoos
because they're triplets with psychic power being trained by Xavier. JJ
relays all the information that he could get from the Mansion's mutant
database and from interaction with various teachers and students.

Justin has been successful with his mission of keeping Wolverine busy after
class. Wolverine pounds Justin's ass repeatedly and daily. I figure its
consolation for Justin being deprived of Aaron and for Wolverine when I
ripped him to shreds when Phorcys was in control. It also stops Wolverine
from sniffing out JJ's presence in the mutant library late at night.

Sunday March 11th I checked in on Jackie. She's been kept busy by the
steady increase in patients to the refurbished clinic.

Then I checked in on Jason and the 'golem collective' and their
progress. 30000 golems had moved over to Tasmania to join their brethren.

Monday March 12th I called Beast's office to set up a meeting under my fake
identity so I could get his help to search for Void Soldiers
project. Appointment for March 26th.

I send a proxy to put in an order for ID's for Jason, Justin, JJ and Jackie
so that their fake identities can be backed up with papers instead of
telepathic tomfoolery.

Tuesday March 13 I visited a prison to practice my control of mental
hijacking on the bodies of inmates.

Wednesday March 14 I visited a different prison and hijacked the bodies of
hundreds of human prisoners while they're in the yard then mind wiping
them.

Thursday March 15 I created half a dozen 'psychic clones' to boost my
search of the minds of Washington. I grow frustrated and do a sense
cylinder of the US.

I'm overloaded with information and my head hurts for hours despite
repeated attempts at phasing away the pain. My first psionic migraine.

Friday March 16 I teleported over to New York to see Jeremy.  I spent the
night.

I think about what I have to do now.

I had surveyed half a dozen states successfully with 'eyes' and sense
cylinders and two major cities with 'mind scanning' for the keyword Void
Soldiers. No luck yet.

I still needed to find and stop the Void Soldier project.

Justin and JJ would protect the Mansion as best they could and inform me
through our link if anything needed my immediate attention. As would Jackie
for Avalon and Jason for Antarctica.

Mystique called to thank me. She had gone off with Magneto for a holiday
off in the Cayman Islands.

I still haven't found a way to help with Mark's situation despite
Mystique's memories on molecular rearrangement. As she's never been sick,
she has no relevant memories as to how to 'fix' a virus.

My new base in Trinidad works for the moment as I'm using telekinesis to
repair structural damage to the house and reinforce it with metal as
magneto had to his condo in Florida.

Time to work on task 9; recruiting more mutants for a new group.

Saturday March 17th

I visited Wiccan and Hulkling asking if they wanted to become the first
members of a special group I wanted to start. I had interrupted them in the
middle of a heated kissing session while watching a DVD on Wiccan's
laptop. I couldn't help myself, they made such a cute couple. Hulkling
beefcake body pressed against Wiccan's lean body...

Their powers were impressive, Wiccan with a reality warp power and Hulkling
with a shape shifting ability that could boost his strength to extreme
levels.

I offered to 'link them' and being adventurous young men, they agreed. I
told them to sit up and they resisted at first, embarrassed about the tents
in their underwear but I said I enjoyed the view.

Hulkling didn't like that response and morphed into his green state and his
underwear couldn't handle the strain, becoming rags as they fell to the
floor. Wiccan tried to calm him down as he chased me. I dodged him easily
for a while before he landed a blow to my face, smashing me against a wall.

The Avengers walked in on the scene of chaos and I evaporated, reforming
several feet away from the green Young Avenger.

Tony Stark asked "Is this a sex thing I don't know about? Because I'd like
to know."

Everyone glared at him while I burst into laughter before I turned into ice
realizing that I was naked and hard (with a 10 inch cock) when everyone
gave me odd looks. I had reformed with an erection because of habit... I
could see why Tony Stark asked, I was naked, Hulkling was naked and had an
erection the size of Captain America's forearm

Wiccan blushed bright red in his loose boxers as he explained about
Hulkling's jealousy when I had made an inappropriate comment. Hulkling
settled down confronted by the others and grabbed fresh underwear. The
Avengers made their excuses and left.

Wiccan restored the wall to normal with a chant and glared at me.

"Well that was fun."

Hulkling morphed again into his green form. Wiccan grabbed onto him from
behind and Hulkling reverted to human form.

"You can link us now."

"Already have. You should be able to feel each others emotions and strong
sensations."

Wiccan rubbed Teddy's back and Teddy turned around and took Billy in his
arms and kissed him. Their embrace got heated, their hands rubbing against
every inch of flesh they could reach. Teddy lifted Billy and Billy wrapped
his legs around Teddy's hips as Teddy's groped Wiccan's bubble butt with
one large hand squeezing his lover's rump. Teddy walked them both to the
bed as they kissed, the motion smooth as he pushed his lover onto the
mattress, to gently extricate himself from the embrace as he stripped off
Wiccan's underwear revealing a nice 7 inch erection that he engulfed in one
mouthful. They both moaned and Teddy's mouth bobbed up and down as Billy
moaned and begged for more. Teddy lapped at Billy's hole, Billy grabbed
fistfuls of Teddy's hair as Teddy's tongue drove in deeper, turning Billy
into a greedy bottom boy "FUCK ME"

I walked forward stroking my 10 inch cock, enjoying the show immensely as
echoes of John's pleasure relayed to me. "The best part is when you fuck
for the first time while you're linked."

Teddy morphed into his green form, his hard cock doubling in size and girth
as did he. "What are you still doing here?"

"I didn't want to leave without making sure the sensory link was calibrated
correctly, you really don't want to see the results if it's done wrong." I
shuddered reminded of what Surprise and Vamp had become after being linked
too long and too thoroughly.

Wiccan said "It'll be fine." as he grabbed onto the massive green cock with
both hands and his fingertips didn't touch...

"Can you take him while he's like that?"

"Yes" Wiccan said breathlessly with undisguised lust and adoration as he
looked up at his big green man.

"How?"

"Magic. Now shutup,shutupshutupshutup" He said as he pointed at me and I
lost the ability to talk and Wiccan pointed at Hulkling and demanded "FUCK
ME."

Hulkling pressed his humongous cock against Wiccan's puckered hole and
plunged in with one powerful thrust of the hips. Wiccan moaned and Hulkling
yelled out as he bottomed out. Hulkling stood still as Billy's face grew
concerned.

"What's happening?" Billy asked

*sensory rebound*

:: BILLY's MIND::

Me: I'm guessing he's not the bottom very often.

I looked around at the landscape, it's a interesting take on Valhalla with
various Norse deities feasting and drinking around a large wooden medieval
banquet table. I found the fact Thor was naked quite interesting especially
as he was seated next to two equally naked Teddys, one in his human form
and the other in his huge green form.

Billy was dressed in his Wiccan outfit and he moved towards me: How are you
here? This is my happy place.

I shrugged: I have telepathic powers, I'm midway inside your core, if I
went deeper I could control your body but I have enough voices in my head
already and I don't need another one. I'll make this short and sweet. The
initial pain from his penetration has rebounded onto him and since he
expected pleasure when he thrusted in, his mind and body is mixed up and
it's rebounding through you making you confused and counteracting whatever
magic you use to survive his cock without internal bleeding. All you have
to do is focus on pleasure and you'll bring him back. Focus on your love or
whatever and get through the next 30 seconds and it'll be so good, you'll
never want to have sex with anyone you haven't linked with. I'll adjust it
later if you want. I didn't really expect you to take his magnified cock on
the first try or to silence me with your power. Could you reverse that
soon?"  :: ::

I exited out of his mind before his obsession with Asgardian nonsense
saturated my consciousness any more than it already had. I had quite a few
memories about Ragnarok that I didn't have before entering his mind. He
really loved his Norse mythology, meeting Thor had only made his
fascination more intense, he still had a very deep appreciation of Thor as
an idol and as wet dream material.

I could appreciate Thor's body even though I wasn't normally fond of that
body type as I preferred the lean/muscular type. I preferred Wiccan's body
to Thor's but it took all types to make the world kinky.

Billy had started stroking his cock and in moments Hulkling was thrusting
forward and they had forgotten all about me. Hulkling lifted Wiccan as if
he weighed nothing and drove him against the wall, the whole room shook as
Hulkling slammed the slim Wiccan against the wall with his thrusting hips
and cock.

Steve Rogers aka Captain America eased the door open. His mouth opened and
closed without a word as I stroked my cock watching the horny lovers engage
in loud vigorous ball slapping butt sex. Then he spoke "I wanted to make
sure everything was okay."

I extended out an ice hand and caressed Captain America's chest. He ran
away and I thought TEASE. Without the Captain America outfit he looked a
lot like the Human Torch but older and obviously way more prudish.

Wiccan and Hulkling got more vocal as Hulkling slammed Wiccan onto his
humongous cock. Wiccan wrapped his arms around Hulklings neck clinging to
him as he was violated thoroughly.

Captain America had left the door open and Thor walked in and cast an
appreciative glance at the rutting pair, he remarked to me "His physical
prowess is impressive."

Thor said that as he was discussing the weather. Wiccan turned at his voice
and blushed and Wiccan slapped at Hulkling's chest trying to stop the
action but Hulkling was too deep in his passion and Billy gave up and
buried his face in his lover's green chest as his ass was pummeled by the
horny green giant.

I asked Thor *You talking about Wiccan or Hulkling?*

"Hulkling yet Wiccan's courage is mighty."

Wiccan whimpered as he came, his load spurting all over Hulkling's
torso. Hulkling came hard moments later collapsing on his butt.

"I need to converse with Jane." Thor left as their harsh breathing as their
orgasm subsided echoed off the walls.

I wanted several minutes until Billy eased off Hulkling's cock.

Could you fix my voice?*

Wiccan waved his hand "lethimtalk,lethimtalk,lethimtalk" and I could talk
again normally.

"I'll see if Northstar wants to attend our next meeting."

I teleported out before either of them could comment and teleported over to
North Star's current location in San Francisco. I told him that I would
have a meeting for gay superheroes next week at a yet undecided location.
Sort of a support group for people to talk about all the strange things
that had happened to them as part of the strange life we inhabited.
Northstar said yes. He had come back from the dead after and been a
brainwashed assassin a few times. Mutant life is weird.