As my mind drifted up from the dark depths of my mind, the first thing I felt was a warmth right on top of me. Which was weird, since, if you’re shot, shouldn’t you wake up to pain, not pleasure? But, I wasn’t complaining; I’m not a masochist, so I don’t relish pain. Pleasure, yes, but not pain.
Opening my eyes, I saw a snoozing Lex. Seeing him sleep, my mouth spread in a wide grin; he looked so cute when he was asleep! Of course, I wouldn’t say that to his face…
“Don’t you dare call me cute again,” Lex growled.
Ooops! Found out! Laughing slightly, I said, “Well, then don’t look adorable then.”
He opened his eyes and glared at me, but I saw a hint of worry and…something else behind the anger. Shaking his head, Lex ran his hands over my body (much to my amusement and pleasure) and asked, “Are you alright? Any pain or stiffness?”
“Well,” I murmured, “if you look towards the bottom of the bed, you’ll see the evidence of something stiff.” Much to my further amusement, he blinked in confusion and looked and saw my ramrod-stiff groin.
Blushing, he punched me lightly in the shoulder and muttered, “Pervert.”
“Only where you’re concerned, lover. Now, help me get out of this bed, dude.”
“Uh-uh! You are not allowed to leave this bed until I can verify that you are perfectly hale and hearty. Doctor’s orders and, since I’m your doctor, you are bed-ridden for the day.”
Blinking, I asked, “Wait; you’re a doctor? Uh…never mind. I need to get up to go take care of the facilities, if you know what I mean.”
Scowling, he cursed under his breath and threw back the sheets, shocking me with a blast of cold air. Picking me up like I weighed nothing, he carried me to the bathroom. Not wanting to do my business in front of him, I shoved him out and took care of my business. When I was finished, he came back in, walking through the door. Carrying me back, he opened the door this time and deposited me in my bed.
“Mind telling me when you learned to walk through doors?” I asked testily. While I didn’t mind him using it to walk in on me showering, I still wasn’t used to his powers just yet. Still way too freaky!
“I think around the time you got shot,” he replied nonchalantly. That something else was back in his eyes, but it was gone so fast, I wasn’t really sure if I had really seen it. I was probably seeing things.
“Er, yes, about that…WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?!?!?!” I yelled at him.
He didn’t flinch, much to my surprise, at my anger and shout, but calmly said, “A dispute between me and that girl…what’s her name.” I winced in sympathy for the girl; to forget a person’s name meant that the other person could care less about you. And, since Lex had a photographic memory, he must have really despised her. “It would have all turned out fine if you hadn’t shown up.”
“But she had pulled a gun,” I snarled.
“Oh, right, and I couldn’t stop a bullet in mid-air?” He snarled back, but he held up his hands and backed down. “Let’s not get into this right now. You need to rest and I need to get us something to eat.” As he stood up and began to walk away, I noticed something that I should haven noticed before: His whole body was covered in bruises. Or, at least, from what I could see peeking out from his shirt.
“When did you get hurt?” I asked, stunned.
“It’s a physical manifestation of what happens when I use too much of my powers,” he answered nonchalantly, not looking at me. He walked out of the room, leaving me to my thoughts.
If hurting himself was caused by his powers, why did he use them? What was the point in that? I didn’t think Lex was a masochist, but then, he always surprises me. First him responding to my kiss, then him being an assassin, then finding out he had powers. In reality, I should have known that anything that happened now shouldn’t surprise me. I had been sucked into his world, whether or not I had wanted to. And I…
I didn’t complete that thought as Lex walked in, a tray filled with two plates of steaming spaghetti, rolls, bowls of salad and two glasses of soda.
“Didn’t know Dad could cook this well,” I said in surprise when I tasted the spaghetti.
Lex flushed slightly (he looked so cute when he blushed or flushed!) and looked away and muttered, “I cooked it.”
“Come again?”
“I said I cooked it, lame-brain. What, are your ears not functioning anymore?” He yelled angrily, but stopped when he saw my grin. He glared at me and asked, “You were teasing me, weren’t you?”
“Uh, yeah,” I laughed. “I’m your boyfriend, stupid. I can’t tease you?”
“No, I’m just not…used to it, that’s all.” That instantly shut me up. I should have remembered that his family was a bunch of over-bearing pricks and never did anything that was considered ‘fun’.
“Hey, I’m sorry.” I set my empty plate aside and gestured to him. “Come here.”
He shyly walked over and sat on the bed. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him into a one-armed hug which was preceded by a kiss on the cheek. I felt his eyelashes flicker ticklingly across my chest, so he must have closed his eyes. Next thing I knew, he was snuggling up against me, crying.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked him nervously. He shook his head and burrowed deeper into my side. “Love, you need to tell me so I can help you. That’s what I’m here for.”
My answer was a head-swimming, mind-numbing kiss that instantly set my body ablaze with desire. He straddled me and whispered, “I almost lost you. You scared fifty years off my life. Don’t you ever do that too me again. You’re all I have left.” Before I could argue or do anything, he kissed me again, effectively turning my mind into mush.
Since I was already naked and he…wasn’t, my hands clawed at his clothes, trying to touch bare skin. Sensing what I wanted, he rolled his eyes and waved his hands, making his clothes disappear and reappear on the floor.
“Happy?” He asked, his voice deep, dark, husky. I loved hearing him talk, but when his voice was like this, it was hot as hell.
“You have no idea.” I pulled him down and gave him one of my scorching kisses, happily listening to his moans and mewls that sounded throughout the room. I smirked against his mouth and released it to begin nibbling and kissing across his cheek and down his chin and neck. At the hollow in the base of his throat, I dipped my tongue in and across, making him writhe and squirm, which was my goal.
While my mouth moved across his skin, my hands were busy, one kneading his butt cheeks and the other slowly pumping him, making him pant and moan louder.
“I-I…unh, I want you…oh gods, that feels good! I want you in me now, dammit!” He panted out, his eyes half-lidded from the pleasure that was obviously coasting through his body.
“Your wish is my command,” I chuckled and positioned him above me. His hands gripped my shoulders as I slowly sank him on top of me. When I was up all the way to my balls, I stopped and watched him pant.
“Oh, gods, you feel so good!” He shouted. “So warm, so…alive.” Then he got an mischievous gleam in his eyes and whispered, “Let’s see if we can make you warmer.” With that, his hands slowly traced invisible designs against my skin as he slid off of my shoulders. My head rocked backwards and I couldn’t hold on any longer and began to pump into him. Eventually, we got the rhythm down and he was moving counter-stroke to me, while his hands played against my skin.
When he came, he came hard, fast and long. As he shook from his release, I flipped him over and pushed myself deeper into him as he wrapped his legs around me. As I finally splintered and released, my only thought was that I had never seen this side of Lex before. It made me want to know more about him and see all of his facets.
As my breathing slowed and relaxed, I turned off of Lex, pulling him with me to be cuddled at my side. Blinking wearily, my thumb massaged his right shoulder blade and found a…scar?
Looking closer, I saw that it was a scar, and a new one at that. It was placed…in the same position that the bullet had hit me.
Growing angry, I shook Lex back awake and demanded, “What the hell did you do?”
He didn’t bother denying that he had no idea what I was talking about and sighed. “I took the wound because, if I hadn’t, it would have killed you. When I heal someone, I take on a lower degree of their wounds. If someone was cut deeply, it would register on me as a shallow cut. A broken limb would register as a sprained limb. I can’t heal mental wounds or illnesses, nor can I undo death.”
“But…why?” I don’t know why I wanted to know, but my heart was compelling me to ask.
“I already told you.” He snapped.
“Yes, and I want to know why you didn’t do something before they pulled a gun on you.”
Apparently, I had pushed him too far this time and his hold on his anger snapped. He leapt out of bed and paced, his powers slamming the door. Whenever I had seen his temper manifest before, it had been with sparks and hisses. Not this time; his powers rolled off of him in waves, each one seeming to push the walls out and making the whole room look like a bubble before they vanished and it relaxed for the next wave.
“So you want to know why I didn’t pull out my powers before they pulled the gun, do you?” He asked me lowly in a dark voice. I nodded hesitantly and saw that something flash back into his eyes, which I now recognized as anger. “Fine, I’ll tell you: there are people out there who would be happy to use me and my powers for themselves. Not as an assassin, but as their personal pet. Those people scour the world, looking for people like me to twist and warp into their little playthings; if it’s a normal person, they become a sex toy. If it’s the military, they become a weapon with no conscience; no will of their own. In short, they would become a puppet.
“And they have the power to subvert us into those things. Each psychic has a weakness, something that makes them drop their shields and allow others inside them. These people have the technology to find us and find out how to warp us and you ask me why I didn’t use my powers earlier?! You stupid little boy; you have no idea what torture I go through to make sure you and others like you still have a place to call home.”
“Be that as it may, you need to calm down. If they can track you whenever you use your powers, then you throwing a hissy-fit will help them.”
“H-Hissy-fit?!” He practically screeched. It seemed to only make him angrier, but I noticed the waves dying out and disappearing.
“Well, would you prefer me to call it a ‘temper-tantrum’? Because both could apply to what you were doing just now. You’re such a child.”
I had said it playfully, but he instantly backed-up a step and crumpled, much to my surprise. I leapt off the bed and was by his side in an instant, hugging him and trying to quiet him down. “Shhh; what’s wrong? Come on, speak to me, love.”
“I-I’m, hic, sorry.” Was all he managed to get out before he began to cry again.
Eventually, he settled down. “Want to tell me what that was all about?” I asked him gently.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I’m just…not used to all these…emotions yet. And…”
“And you didn’t realize that I was teasing you and, in your heightened state, all your barriers were down and the urge to cry overloaded you,” I finished for him. “Well, we have school tomorrow, so we should get to bed, don’t you think?”
He nodded and stood up at the same time I did. Walking back to the bed, I chuckled when he kept close to me and held onto my hand. ‘So,’ I thought to myself, locking it away from him. ‘Even he has weak moments.’
Placing the cover over us, I pried his fingers loose a little when he held onto me so tightly I couldn’t breathe. My last thought before sleep claimed was, ‘He’s so beautiful.’
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Many thousands of miles above, a satellite blipped and beeped and recorded every energy spike in psychic activity it sensed. It sent the information it had gathered down to a base located somewhere in Washington D. C.
In the base, a man in front of a computer called out, “Sir! We’ve got an affirmative on the psychic!”
“Good,” a cold voice said and a harsh looking man clamped a hand onto the computer man’s chair. “Where is it?”
“In a place called…Crystal Falls in Michigan, sir.”
“Hmmm…not that big of a city, but just big enough,” the man muttered. “Isn’t that where that family of psychic assassins is rumored to live?”
“I’m…not sure, sir. I believe so.”
The man gave a feral grin. “Looks like we’ll catch us some top-rate psychics, boys! Find me some more information, soldier! Now!”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
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“Well, Dad, looks like my son has done our job for us.”
“What do you mean, Natalie? That boy can’t do a simple thing right, remember?”
“True, but this time, he got their attention.”
“Ahhh. So the hunter has become the hunted.”
“Indeed. They shall hunt him and we shall hunt them at the same time.”
The chink of glasses could be heard. “You make me proud, daughter. Why couldn’t you have been of my direct blood instead of your worthless husband?”
A female laughed coldly. “Why indeed. Well, we have plans to plot and my son should be coming to us soon to take care of his…problem.”
“That time of the year already? My, how time does fly. So, what traps should we set for him?”
“Well, I was thinking something like this…”
Also, I wasn't trying to emulate the X-Men movies. I haven't even seen the last one yet! 
Poor me.
