Title: Not Forever

Author: Katherine

E-mail: avril_1504@yahoo.com

Summary: This is kinda like an AU cos I'm changing some things about them… and Jean, not Scott, is the leader of the X-men! *horrified gasp* … Lance and Scott "met" while Scott was a street kid and one year later, they meet again, as members of opposite teams ^_^

Note: The second season hasn't come to my country yet *sobs* … and the first season was over long, long, long ago so I really can't remember their eye colours, hair colours… I apologise in advance for mistakes:)

Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue

Rating: R/NC-17

 

Scott swirled his tongue expertly, sucking determinedly as he ignored the foul, desperate smell emanating from the man.

As the man moaned in ecstasy and grabbed his hair painfully, Scott winced with pain and stopped for a fraction of a second.

He was brutally reminded of the task at hand when the man yanked Scott's head and cruelly smashed it against the grimy, gritty brick wall he was currently leaning on.

"Continue, you whore!" The nameless, faceless stranger spat out, callously shoving Scott's head back to pleasuring him.

Breathing deeply to clear the hazy, fiery red pain that was burning through his head, Scott instinctively moved back to his former position.

Scott could feel hot tears prickling his closed eyelids as the man finally ejaculated revoltingly all over his face and shoved him away.

Carelessly throwing some crumpled pieces of bills at Scott, the man swaggered away, a look of smug satisfaction on his repulsive, flabby face.

In the consuming darkness that always surrounded him, Scott scrabbled urgently on the grainy pavement to retrieve the pieces of bills.

At least he paid, Scott consoled himself wryly.

Allowing a bitter smirk to appear on his face, he lashed out in the darkness, "And that's all a blind mutant like me can ever expect!"

"Not necessarily," a soft, faintly amused voice replied as confident footsteps advanced towards Scott.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Scott's mind screamed at him. He should have known that there would always be someone around.

Backing warily away from where the voice originated from, Scott wondered with sardonic amusement who it was.

Probably someone looking for a free blowjob or a mutant-killer or with my luck, a mutant-hater who's gonna kill me after getting a free blowjob.

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Lance stared with unabashed curiosity at the lanky boy that was now attempting to back away from him.

Even though his eyes were covered with a grimy, discoloured piece of cloth that was wrapped tightly around his head, the fear and shame of the boy was still starkly shown in his face.

Despite the boy's ragged appearance, Lance could still admire the delicate bone structure of the boy, the way his dishevelled brown hair fell in waves all over his face, seemingly providing a fragile shield for the boy.

His face filled with mistrust and tired bravado, the boy asked in a slightly shaking voice, "What do you want?"

"To help you," Lance replied simply, captivated as the boy's petal-soft lips curled up in a bitter smile.

"Yeah right!" The boy inhaled deeply as he straightened up and walked away from Lance, his hands slightly stretched out to warn him of obstacles.

Lance frowned as he quickened his footsteps and hurried after the boy.

"I do want to help you!" He yelled. "I set up this group for mutants and I've been watching you for the last few days and I know that you're all alone and you…"

Rounding the corner, Lance's voice trailed off as he swerved his head wildly, searching for places the boy might have ran off to.

"Damn it!" Lance growled as the image of the boy being forced to endure humiliation in order to ensure his own survival rose in his mind.

Lance didn't know why he felt such an inexplicable, heartrending connection to a street kid but he had sincerely wished to help that particular boy.

Maybe it was the way the boy just emitted feelings of hurt and vulnerability, the way he seemed to scream for someone to take care of him.

Whatever it was, it had drawn Lance helplessly towards him, hoping for a chance to help him but it was now too late.

 /N: Someone asked if I was from Australia… nope, but I just went to Melbourne ^_^

Disclaimer: not mine, don't sue

 

One year later…

Lance scowled as he stalked down the corridor, shaking his head slightly. It was the first lesson of his first day at the high school and he was already ditching class.

When he had agreed, or rather been coerced by Mystique into accepting her offer, he had forgotten the confining, stifling sensation school always gave him. Passing a bunch of girls that gawked at him openly and giggled idiotically, he was reminded of the main reason he hated school in the first place- being forced to share an enclosed space with mindless, narrow-minded, predictable people.

Lance was startled from his silent ranting when someone clapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey man, where are you going?" A white-haired, skinny dressed in tight, form-fitting clothes asked excitedly.

Lance stifled a sigh as he gazed at his new housemate- a hyperactive, energetic boy that was already starting to get on Lance's nerves with his unflagging enthusiasm and stream of chatter.

"Out," Lance snapped, continuing his walk towards the door and towards freedom, leaving a faintly bemused Pietro in his wake.

"Why are you being so unfriendly anyway?" Pietro muttered darkly under his breath.

Lance could hear the pout in Pietro's voice even as he continued walking and for a brief moment, he felt a pang of regret as he remembered the fellow mutants he had left behind, images of them rising unbidden into his mind.

He felt stirrings of anger rose inside him as he thought again of how Mystique had promised him that she would provide appropriate lodgings and food to his fellow mutants that were under his care if he agreed to accompany her to Bayville.

Even now, he was still confused about why it was so pertinent for him to be here, especially since the only thing Mystique had said to him once they reached Bayville was informing him to take care of three other mutants. She had then promptly disappeared after informing him that he was now part of the Brotherhood.

The Brotherhood! He was still completely unaware of what that even meant and what he had gotten himself into.

Lance thankfully pushed open the door to suck in a deep breath of cool, refreshing air, only to be knocked down by a couple rushing into the school.

"I'm so sorry!" A girl with thick, burnished red hair cascading down her back apologized breathlessly, offering him a hand to help him up.

Slightly dazed, Lance caught a glimpse of a boy with a pair of flashy, gleaming red shades smirking as he ignored Lance whom he had just helped to knock down and simply strolled away casually, not bothering to wait for the girl.

Accepting the girl's hand, Lance pulled himself up, glaring fiercely at the gradually fading silhouette of the guy.

Flashing a wide smile, the girl coyly twirled a few strands of hair around her finger as she introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Jean."

"Lance," He replied curtly, still furiously staring after the guy.

As if sensing the burning gaze concentrated at his back, the guy swerved around smoothly. "Come on Jean, we're gonna be late." He said impatiently.

"We're already late," Jean argued, continuing to smile dreamily at Lance who was blinking in disbelief at what he had just witnessed.

"That's him," he whispered to himself as the boy decided to forget about Jean and disappeared into a classroom.

He had a different hairstyle- silky chestnut hair instead of grimy, dirty-brown hair, a different fashion sense- wearing clean, preppy attire instead of dilapidated rags but Lance could still positively recognize the delicate structure of his face, his prominent cheekbones and his luscious lips, not to mention that totally defensive and aloof attitude.

Lance was interrupted from his reverie when someone abruptly dragged him away from the girl.

"What?" Lance snapped at Pietro who was staring at Jean with a mix of horror and disgust.

"She's one of the X-men," Pietro hissed urgently just as Jean's eyes widened and she began to back away from the two of them.

"You're with the Brotherhood?" Jean gasped, disappointment showing clearly in her shimmering green eyes.

Lance nodded absently as his mind raced furiously to recall all that Mystique had said. He had vague memories of her droning on about how there was this group of do-gooders that were always trying to thwart their plans and how the two groups were sworn enemies or some crap like that. He had kind of started tuning her out after she starting getting a maniacal gleam in her eyes and started cackling deviously to herself.

But if he's with the girl, that means he must be part of the X-men, Lance suddenly realized, totally lost in his musings as Jean gave him a rueful look and dashed off to her classroom.

Deliberating for a few seconds, Lance finally rummaged in his brand new backpack to emerge with a piece of crumpled paper.

"So are you still ditching school?" Pietro asked curiously as Lance looked intently at the piece of paper.

Ignoring the question, Lance asked with a frown, "Where's history held?"

Bewildered at Lance's contradictory behavior, Pietro gestured in the direction the X-men had just disappeared into.

"Perfect," Lance muttered to himself as he nodded goodbye to Pietro and disappeared into the classroom.