* DISCLAIMER * This is a non-profit work of fan-fiction involving characters created and owned by Marvel Comics Group. This story contains EXPLICIT SEX. If you are offended by such things, please do not read this story. * WRITTEN BY * Samy Merchi * ARCHIVED AT * http://mash.yok.utu.fi/corona.html * STARRING * Roberto "SUNSPOT" Da Costa Theresa "SIRYN" Rourke Cassidy in ******************* * WHO'S THE BOSS? * ******************* * CO-STARRING * Samuel Zachery "CANNONBALL" Guthrie James "JIMMY" Proudstar Tabitha "MELTDOWN" Smith * ALSO STARRING * "DOMINO" Jesse "ANNOYING LITTLE PRICK" Aaronson * GUEST STARRING * Wade "DEADPOOL" Wilson * AND STARRING * Tzipporah as Danielle "MIRAGE" Moonstar * CONTINUITY * This story takes place: * after X-FORCE #86 * before X-FORCE #87 This story differs from canon as follows: * Dani and Roberto are a couple (see my story VALENTINE'S NIGHT for details) * Roberto and Tabitha's relationship in X-FORCE #75-86 has been reduced to them sleeping together once, thus cheating on Dani and Sam, respectively. * MATURE CONTENT * This story includes: EXPLICIT SEX (m/f masturbation consensual) * DEDICATED TO * Red Monster Here's lookin' at you, kid. Wouldn't have written this without you. *** ********************************* * CHAPTER TWO: Present Confused * ********************************* *** "Ready to...nnff...give up yet?" "Not on...hhh...not on your...hnnff...not on your life!" she growled, and pumped her legs faster, thankful for the thick padding of the brand-new sneakers she had bought this week. The repeated thudding of her feet against the ground would have probably made her bones into jelly by now if she was still wearing her old, worn-out sneakers. But even if that were the case, she would not give up. She would not. Probably. He was focused. That's what sports were all about. Focus. Concentration. *Nothing* existed outside the performance. Not family, not friends. Not life, not death. Not day, not night. Not sun, nor rain. All that mattered was pushing your body to its limits, and then exceeding them. That was the only thing in his mind. Being the best he could be. Being the perfect human specimen. Flawless. Better than anyone. After all, he was a Da Costa. That only came naturally to him. Neither Roberto Da Costa nor Theresa Rourke Cassidy were Americans. The former was Brazilian, the latter was Irish. Nonetheless, both of them were in California right now, where the mutant group X-Force, in which they both were members, was currently based. More precisely, X-Force was based in San Francisco. Roberto and Theresa weren't in San Francisco anymore. They had been, a little over an hour ago, when they had left the warehouse they lived in. During that hour or so, the sun had watched them exert the hell out of themselves, running ceaselessly, even as it had sunk slowly down towards the horizon. They were now in Oakland, a good 20 miles of asphalt, sidewalk and sand behind them. They weren't very far from reaching marathon distances, but neither of them gave a damn. All they cared about was wearing the other one down. And though both were showing definite signs of exhaustion, neither was anywhere near willing to give up yet. *** Tabitha Smith sipped at her glass of beer thoughtfully as she sat in a secluded booth in a quiet Turkish restaurant, herself and Danielle Moonstar being the only customers for the moment. "How about *you*?" she asked curiously. "You sure *look* like you definitely love Bobby, but are you really as sure about everything as you seem, Dani?" "Is anyone?" Dani asked with a serious expression, and then gave a shrug. "I...think I love him", she said with a slow, hesitant nod. "You 'think'", Tabitha repeated emphatically. "I guess that answers your question, huh?" Dani smiled dryly and took a quick sip from her beer. "No, I guess I'm not as sure about everything as I guess I seem." She frowned and thoughtfully traced little patterns onto the surface of the table between the two women. "I don't know if I love him. I don't really know what love is like. I don't really have a lot of experience with it." "I hear you, sister", Tabitha wrinkled her nose sympathetically. "It isn't easy to find it." Dani quirked a surprised eyebrow. "I thought you had a lot of exp--" "Not in love", Tabitha said quietly, lowering her eyes to watch the surface of the bland beer in her glass. "Sure, I've screwed a lot of guys before Sam, when I --" Her expression contorted briefly, as if in pain, and then she quickly shook her head. "Well, I don't wanna talk about that period in my life. But Sam's the only one I've ever loved, and the only one who's ever loved me. That's all the experience I have, and hell, I can't say I *know* it's love, but when I'm with him, I'm happy, and when I'm without him, I'm miserable. As far as I'm concerned, that's love enough for me. Especially now. I couldn't take it if being without him hurt even more than this..." "It's okay", Dani said, placing her hand gently over Tabitha's. "He'll come around." She rolled the beer in her glass around a bit, and then finished it, placing the empty glass back onto the table. "I don't feel as much *miserable* when I'm without 'Berto, but..." She gave a dry smile. "Worried. I feel like I have to keep him on a leash all the time so he can't do something stupid." "Doing stupid things is his specialty, definitely..." Tabitha murmured, unable to restrain a smile. She shook her head and said, "I don't understand how you can love him. I mean, he has a body a god would die for, but aside from that...? He's an egotistical spoiled rich brat..." "Hey, don't talk like that about my boyfriend", Dani grinned, and then a more serious expression came onto her face. "He's more complex than that. 'Berto has a good heart -- really. I'm not denying anything you said, but he has a lot of good sides too. He's driven, focused, fiercely protective, funny, romantic, doting, extravagant, devoted --" Tabitha snorted. "How devoted was he when --" She blinked and bit her tongue before completing the sentence, mentally giving herself a hard kick in the butt. Dani's eyes hardened for a moment, and her expression froze. "I know", she said after a long while, and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them again. "That's why I feel like I have to keep him on a leash. I'm afraid that every moment I don't have my eyes on him, he's going to turn around and cheat on me..." She bit her lip, and then her eyes turned a bit more driven, or desperate. "But when he *is* with me, he's *so* devoted! He *con*stantly tells me he loves me, makes me feel wanted, tells me he wants to spend the rest of his life with me --" "So he can get sex out of you", Tabitha said harshly. Dani blushed crimson, and hesistated a few moments. "We haven't had sex yet..." she said in a quiet murmur. "All the more reason for him to lay it on thick", Tabitha commented, and quickly finished her beer. "It's how all men are. They'll tell you anything they have to so they get to screw you." She wrinkled her nose, let out a bitter sigh, and glanced at her wristwatch. "Wanna go back home?" Dani watched Tabitha for a moment with unsure eyes, her heart wrenching a bit and hoping what she said wasn't true. She gave a nod, and stood up, grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair and pulling it on. "Let's go." *** "Hey." Domino didn't turn her head around. Instead, she kept sitting on the edge of the roof, staring westwards at the sun slowly sinking into the Pacific. "Penny for 'em, Jesse." "I was just -- thinking about my brother", Jesse Aaronson answered as he stepped away from the stairwell housing, leaving the door leading down to X-Force's warehouse open behind him. "Mm-hm", Domino just murmured, and adjusted her sunglasses briefly. "You know, X-Force really will have a major problem with having a liar among them." The hairs on the back of Jesse's neck raised slightly as a tense tingle ran thru his body. "What do you mean?" he asked, carefully, levelly. "Abrupt stop as soon as you opened the door and saw me. Split-second pause, before you stepped forward, trying to be quiet, and then waited there. You were watching me, Jesse." The white-skinned woman stood up, removed her sunglasses, and put them in her breast pocket as she turned to look at Jesse. "You were thinking about me." "And you got all that from listening to me?" Jesse asked, astonishedly, then took a defensive step backwards, back towards the stairwell. "Are all the others that good, too?" "No", Domino answered, and then placed an ice-cold gaze onto Jesse's eyes. "But they don't have to be. They have me. They're my friends, Jesse -- and if I think you're telling lies that could harm them, don't even think I'd take your side over theirs." "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Domino, but I'm not here to hurt anyone -- I just want to find my brother and --" "Oh, spare me", Domino said, rolling her eyes, and turned to look back towards the pacific, where only the minutest glint of sungold glittered above the horizon. "I don't know what your game is, Jesse, but you're not as stupid as you pretend to be. You're intentionally pushing peoples' buttons, learning about us. I'm not blind, you know. You asked *me* to find your brother for a reason." Jesse paused momentarily, and then said, "Yeah, I did -- and that's because I *know* you're good. And like you said -- I'm not stupid, and someone would *have* to be stupid to try and get you guys, right? So it makes sense that I'm not a threat." "Or that's exactly what you want us to think", Domino said thru a steel-hard expression. "Make no mistake, Jesse -- I'm watching you. You make one wrong move, and I'll be coming down on you like a ton of bricks." "Oh, BOY, what innuendo a sick mind could get out of that!" a new voice rang out. "I mean, the Hulk's one thick brick, and he can cover about half of that with half a ton of weight, last time I read his measurements, and if you ask me, that's not only the dream customer of Domino's, but major, mondo bad karma for anyone who ends up under him in the missionary position -- which, come to think of it, would kinda result in *Domino* pizza if we were talking about you, but I don't suppose we are, since you were gonna be going down on this new brat I don't know. Not to mention that if you guys did that I'd recommend you get off the roof. Not only would you get charged for indecent exposure and taken to a jail cell to get it on with a couple dozen hairy bad-smelling guys -- IEUGKGH! (aside from li'l ol' me, of course) -- but you'd be seriously disturbing the sanity of innocent-minded friendly neighborhood neighbors like me --" Domino sighed and concealed her face in a hand briefly, before looking at the figure atop the stairwell housing, clad in red and black. "Deadpool", she said icily. "Howdy, aloha, smoke me a kipper and all that -- I'll take 'dashing dreamboats' for $500, Alex -- 'Who is the terror that flaps in the night?? Who is the formerly ruthless mercenary (currently dazzling the audiences with his astonishing feats of heroism and world-saving, next on Sally Jessy Raphael!) that has turned over a new leaf to impress his chick?'" Deadpool leaped down from atop the stairwell housing, landing next to Domino. "And I even remembered to phrase my answer in the form of a question, so I'm eligible to steal a kiss from the ever-thickening Ms White --" "Get away from me, Wilson", Domino growled and blocked his attempt to kiss her by putting a hand over his face and shoving him away. "What the hell are you doing here?" "'What are you doing here?'" Deadpool asked, the astonished expression conveyed perfectly on him despite the full-face mask. "What am I doing here?? Well, hellloooo, She-Zero (and can you put me in touch with that Sonya Blade, by the way -- her kiss is to die for -- which reminds me, she shoulda been played by Nicole Kidman...) -- but anyway, like I was about to say before I so rudely interrupted myself, I happened to be in the neighborhood while scoping out a new apartment for myself (the old one sorta went boom, fell down -- in that order) and I saw you sunbathing over here (though kinda overdressed for that occasion), which you really need for that matter, and thought I'd drop by, say hi, and come ask if I can move in with my chick --" "I kind of doubt that, Deadpool -- and not only because Theresa doesn't refer to herself as 'your chick'", Domino answered. "Not only would I have to kill you for what you and Tolliver did to me, but I think you'd become some good competition to Jesse here", she said, nodding towards the black youth, "in pissing people off." Wade Wilson turned his eyes onto Jesse Aaronson and inspected the younger man with a thoughtful stare for a few moments. Jesse stood calmly underneath the inspection, not making a move to tense up or in any way seeming to care. Then Wade's eyes returned to Domino. "Babysitting now?" "Hey!" Jesse frowned. "I'm not a --" "You are to him", Domino commented flatly, her eyes turning a bit icier as they locked with Deadpool's. "People like me and Deadpool, we can tell exactly how experienced someone is, just from the way you move..." "And sorry, kid, but you just don't cut it", Wade smirked, breaking the eye contact with Domino to look over to Jesse again. "The rest of the X-babies at least have some talent and spine (well, except for that Proudstar geek). I'm surprised if you don't get your brains blown out sometime in the next month..." He glanced back to Domino again. "If you have any brains, Spot, you'll dump this guy to where he came from, faster than Quicksilver can say --" "Kind of like Siryn dumped you?" Jesse asked with a neutral expression. Deadpool's eyes suddenly narrowed. He placed a hand onto his hip-holster, calmly pulled out a gun, and pointed it at Jesse's left knee. BLAM! "AIEEE!" Jesse screamed as his kneecap exploded in a mess of blood, bone and cartilage. He collapsed onto the roof, his expression contorted in pain, and squealed, "He SHOT me! He SHOT me!!" helplessly. Domino put her hand over her eyes and sighed quietly. "Maybe you're right, Wilson..." *** "GNHH!" "THERESA!" Roberto Da Costa shouted as the woman running beside him suddenly collapsed onto the sidewalk, gasping for breath and wincing slightly every now and then as some ache or burn in her body made itself known far too well. "I'm...hhhunh...I'm all right...angh..." Theresa Rourke Cassidy gasped, clutching her left side as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to force the pain to go away. "Just...give me...nnnh...a few moments..." "It's all right, take as long as you need", Roberto said, ignoring the bystanders who had turned to look at the pair as he kneeled beside the Irish girl. "It's all right... Take slow, steady breaths... Just relax and let your body recover..." "I'M ON THE BLEATIN' SIDEWALK!" Theresa screeched. "Y' THINK I'M GOING TO TAKE A NAP HERE??" Then, she promptly winced and clutched her left side harder with a "Ungh --!" "Well, I can take care of that..." Roberto said, and slid his arms underneath Theresa and then stood up with her in his arms. He glanced up and down the street for some sign of an estabilishment where they could both get some rest, and after a few moments found a suitable neon sign. *** "What the hell happened??" "Deadpool", Domino spat the name out to James Proudstar as she walked into the living room carrying Jesse Aaronson in her arms. "Better call a doctor", she said as she put the grumbling Jesse down onto a couch and glanced at the bloody mess that was his knee. "The knee'll survive, but it needs more professional attention than just a bandage..." Sam Guthrie stood up and walked over to Jesse, looking over at the wounded knee. His lips quivered slightly as if trying to hold back a smile, and then he leaned over and poked the knee slightly. "Does this hurt?" "OW!" Jesse cried out. "YEAH IT HURTS!" Sam quickly turned away from Jesse to hide the smile that finally forced its way onto his face. "Yeah, we'd better call a doctor..." "Yeah", Jimmy nodded. "That bastard Deadpool. We really should wring his neck for this, huh Sam?" he asked with a wry smile. A cough exploded from Sam's mouth. "Yeah. Wring his neck", he said quickly and then quickly headed out of the room. "Ah'm sorry, Ah've got somethin' ta do..." he apologized while trying to hold back maniacal laughter. *** "Y' really didn't have to -- I'm getting better already..." Theresa Rourke Cassidy said as Roberto Da Costa lay her down onto the bed. "I'm sure that's what you're telling yourself, Theresa", Roberto said and kneeled on the floor of the bedroom, beside the bed, "but you're merely submitting to your stubborn pride and trying to convince us both that your body has recovered when it really hasn't. Trust a former professional athlete on this -- after running almost thirty miles, you *have* to let your body recover fully and not get back up the moment you *can*..." Theresa groaned softly and let her eyes close. "I'll take your word for it..." she grumbled and stopped fighting back, allowing herself to relax on the bed. "Oh, this is *so* soft..." she murmured quietly, mostly to herself. Roberto let his eyes explore the hotel apartment as he straightened himself out on the floor, finding a relatively comfortable lying position and trying to relax. The furnishings were not exactly something he'd have chosen given any amount of choice, but the hotel's penthouse had been booked and this had been the most expensive suite he could get. Ah well. He didn't have to endure the mediocrity of the furnishings for more than an hour or two before they could head on back to San Francisco, this time preferably by using their respective mutant powers to fly. "You goin' t' stay down there on the floor?" Theresa's songbird voice, raspy from the exhaustion but still melodious, suddenly spoke. Roberto looked up. She was peeking at him over the edge of the bed. "That's the only bed in the suite", he answered. "'tis a double bed. There's room enough f'r both of us", she smiled wearily. "Jus' keep your hands t' yeself." *** "Never thought I'd be *grateful* to *Deadpool* for anything..." James Proudstar grinned widely. "Oh yeah", Sam Guthrie snickered and shook his head. "Ah think Ah could *kiss* him for this." "I never knew you swung that way, Sam." Sam swallowed and kept his eyes on Jimmy, not turning towards the voice coming into the kitchen from the hallway outside. "Tell me that wasn't Tab's voice, Jim?" he said with a 'busted!' expression. "Sorry, no can do, Sam", Jimmy smiled and glanced towards the doorway where Tabitha Smith and Danielle Moonstar were standing. "Welcome back, ladies. Enjoy your dinner?" "Jimmy", Tabitha said, stepping into the kitchen and jabbing her thumb over her shoulder towards the door. "Amscray. I wanna talk to Sam." "No! Don't leave me, Jim!" Sam said, dramatically throwing himself onto his knees and putting his arms around Jimmy's legs. "Stop being a wuss, Sam", Dani smiled. "Face the music." She looked to Jimmy and nodded her head towards the hallway to beckon him. "Come on, 'Jim', I'll beat you up a couple of times in the gym so they can have some privacy." Sam hmphed and stood up and dusted himself off, trying to avoid Tabitha's eyes. "I'm *dead*, Jim..." he commented dryly. *** "Thank you", Roberto Da Costa said, pulling out his wallet and handing the room service man a tip which made him blink a few times and tell Roberto that he didn't have any change. "Well, I don't have any on me to give you", Roberto replied and motioned towards the foyer. "Now run along. I have better things to do than tend to your greed." The room service man promptly left the suite, and Roberto pushed the cart of food and drink into the bedroom, leaving it next to the bed. "He was *tellin'* y' he didn't have anythin' t' give *back* t' you, not askin' for *more*", Theresa Rourke Cassidy commented with a dry smile as she lounged on the bed, her lungs no longer burning after an hour or so of rest. Roberto quirked an eyebrow, not getting it for a few moments, and then blinked. "Ah. Oh well. Too late to worry about that now." He picked up a bottle of champagne from the bucket of ice, and started shaking it powerfully. "Bobby, I --" Theresa started objecting as she saw the bottle, her eyes widening a bit in alarm. She was an alcoholic. She had been dry for almost two years now. But still the demon in the bottle haunted her, and she wondered if she would ever be free of it. Whether she could ever drink like normal people. POP! The cap flew off and ricocheted off the ceiling, falling onto the floor. A shower of foam exploded off the mouth of the bottle which Roberto let drip onto the floor for a moment, before he brought the bottle over to two long, thin glasses, and poured some of the bottle's contents into the glasses. "You were saying?" he asked, looking over into her eyes. "I --" Theresa started hesitantly as her eyes locked onto the liquid in the glasses. "It's just that... I... Well..." She bit her bottom lip hard. She could do it. She was the *leader* of X-Force. She could conquer her demons. She could fight. She didn't have to give in. She didn't have to tell him of her alcoholism. He'd think she was weak. Unfit to lead the team. She had so little respect from anyone. So little. She couldn't afford to lose one drop. She'd take a few sips and then leave the glass. Just a few sips. No more than that. She could do that. A few sips couldn't break her down. *** "Ah dunno, Tabitha." "Look, Sam", Tabitha Smith said harshly, placing a hand onto Sam Guthrie's chest. "We *all* make mistakes. Bobby screwed with me. I screwed with him. You left X-Force and me --" "Ah didn't leave you!" Sam said sharply, glaring at Tabitha. "You put the X-Men before me!" Tabitha snapped. "When X-Force left the Mansion, YOU SHOULD'VE LEFT THE X-MEN and come with us, if I ever meant anything to you!" "That ain't fair, girl!" Sam hissed. "You know what the X-Men meant ta me --" "And what do they mean now?" she snarled. "You left them, because you didn't feel at home with them! Doesn't sound like they meant a whole lot to you!" "That's 'cause Ah learned they didn't mean that much ta me!" Sam replied. "So you were wrong originally, when you put them ahead of me." Sam went silent for a moment. Then, he wrinkled his nose. "Yeah. Ah was wrong." "You made a mistake." "Ah made a mistake." "So did I", Tabitha said quietly, and turned her back on Sam. holding a long pause. "We all make mistakes, Sam", she whispered. "I know, girl", Sam said, placing his hand onto Tabitha's shoulder quietly as he stood behind her. "I ain't never claimed Ah was perfect. I know Ah make mistakes. But what you did with Bobby --" "-- was no different than what you did!" Tabitha snapped, spinning around towards Sam. "You ignored me, I ignored you! If you wanted to *keep* me, Guthrie, you do the work for it! I've been used too many times by men who didn't give one damn about me! I want someone to care about me and love me and show me they love me and if you won't do it, then dammit, I'll find someone who will!" Sam turned his eyes away from Tabitha and remained silent. He slowly walked over to the kitchen table and pulled up a chair, sitting down onto it, resting his elbows on the table, and his chin in his hands. "I know Ah neglected you, Tabitha, but you can't expect me ta just welcome you back with open arms after what you did --" "I'm not expecting that", Tabitha said sharply, and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm just telling you that if you want to patch things together, then I'm willing to try. It'd be a hard road, Sam, but I'm going to find *someone*." "What're you talking about, girl?" Sam asked, looking up into her eyes. "You don't got someone, do you --?" "Not yet", Tabitha said, raising her chin defiantly. "But if you don't wake up soon, Guthrie, I will. And that's a promise. You want me, you're going to have to *work* for it and not just take me for granted." She turned on her heels and started stalking towards the door. Sam sighed and buried his face in his hands. *** Theresa Rourke Cassidy giggled like a schoolgirl and filled a shot glass with scotch, then downed it in one swift motion. "All right, now it's my turn to be impressed", Roberto Da Costa said as he peered at the assortment of empty bottles on the nightstand beside the bed. He quickly finished another glass of champagne, preferring the less strong stuff, and then put the glass away. "I don't think I've seen anyone drink that much and still remain conscious." "Well", Theresa grinned playfully as she put her shot glass away onto the nightstand and turned towards Roberto, crawling across the bed towards him on all fours like a cat stretching itself, "you could say I've got a lot of expie...eksh...I've drank a lot." She smirked and placed her head on his knee, playfully licking her tongue over the slacks between it and his skin. "Yes, you have", Roberto smiled amusedly and ran his hand thru her fiery red hair. "I think if you drink any more, you'll pass out..." "Then maybe I shouldn't drink any more..." Theresa grinned in a slightly slurred voice, looking up at his eyes like a praying mantis prepared to dine. "I think I'd prefer passin' out from somethin' else..." "Indeed?" Roberto chuckled and slid his hand all the way down her back, to caress her rear in slow strokes thru her slacks. "Far be it from me to deny a woman what she wants..." Theresa smirked and slid her hand over between Roberto's legs and felt his throbbing hardness thru the cloth, rubbing her hand against it for a moment and enjoying as it pulsed in return. Her grin widened and she looked hungrily up into his eyes. "I could *really* use a good fuck..." "I wouldn't exactly mind one either..." Roberto said and started stroking the drenched spot between Theresa's legs with his hand. "Mmmm...yes..." Theresa moaned once. "I wouldn't mind..." she said, and then held a teasing pause. "...a shower." With that, she slid away from Roberto and gave him a playful, seductive smile from the other side of the bed as she pulled off her T-shirt. "A shower?" Roberto quirked an eyebrow. "A shower", Theresa repeated with a smile as she slipped off the bed and stood up, taking her hands to the hook of her bra and unclasping it. She stumbled a bit as she took off her bra, and caught herself by leaning against the nearest wall. She giggled drunkenly, and tossed her bra at Roberto, but it missed him by a good two feet. Then, she turned around and headed into the bathroom, leaving the door invitingly ajar behind her. *** "You're fast all right, James", Danielle Moonstar evaluated as she ducked underneath the swing of his fist, "but that's never a good thing with a woman." She grinned and slammed her fist upwards, towards Jimmy's gut, while she was ducking in front of him "OOMPH!" James Proudstar wheezed as the fist impacted onto his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him and making his eyes black out for a moment. A brief moment. A very brief moment. But moment enough for Danielle Moonstar to launch a ferocious roundhouse kick towards the side of the Apache's head. "UNGH!" Jimmy gasped as the boot connected with the side of his head, and sent him to kiss the floor, dazed and confused. "Speed. Strength. Agility. You've got all of them, James", Dani said as she towered in front of his downed and stunned form. "What you lack is training. The kind of martial arts training that could make you a very, very dangerous man." "I've gone toe-to-toe with Wolverine...and trained with Shatterstar..." Jimmy groaned as he slowly pulled himself back up onto his feet. "And how'd you do on both occasions?" Dani asked. Jimmy remained quiet for a moment. "Okay, I guess I see your point." "If Shatterstar were still here, I'd insist he teach you some martial arts, but seeing he's not around, the best we've got is Domino. I'll talk to her and see if she'd like to teach you some", Dani said as she turned her back to Jimmy and headed for the door. "For now, training's over. Go sleep. It's late." "Okay..." Jimmy nodded, rubbing his aching jaw. "Might as well, doesn't look like Terry's showing up anytime soon..." Dani paused at the door and glanced over her shoulder at Jimmy. "Where is she, anyway?" she asked, feeling her stomach tighten up nervously. "I don't know", Jimmy shrugged. "She and Bobby went out for a jog about three hours ago --" He suddenly lifted an eyebrow. "You don't think anything's happened to them, do you?" Dani's expression remained emotionless. "Go sleep, James. I'll find out." *** "Like what y' see?" "I most definitely do", Roberto Da Costa answered as he watched the water pour over Theresa Rourke Cassidy, matting her long red hair against her head, onto her shoulders, and over her back, turning it a slightly darker shade than usual. Her average-sized breasts were firm and faintly upturned, two small but perked-up red nipples pointing outwards, screaming for attention. Between her legs, a similarly red tuft of pubic hair was also matted and darkened by the water flowing over the female figure, the sharp edges of the trimmed hair becoming very clearly visible. "Turnabout's fair play, they say", Theresa replied with a mischievous smile, and grabbed the towel around Roberto's waist, then with a swift motion yanked it off and threw it away somewhere onto the bathroom floor. She didn't know where it ended up, her eyes were on the delicious five-inch erection that emerged from under the towel, and the eager way in which it pointed away from his athletic, lean, chocolate-colored body, and towards her softer, paler figure. "And all is fair in love and war", Roberto commented as he stepped into the shower with Theresa, leaving the curtain open behind him as he wrapped his arms around her and pressed his hot, hard body against hers underneath the cascade of warm water. She didn't waste time, and reciprocated his embrace. Slender arms coiled around his back, and crushed him tightly against her chest, even as his hands proceeded lower down, to hold her rear. She raised her legs up, to capture his waist, and felt his hardness against her throbbing sex. A soft wheeze escaped her lungs as he slammed her back against the wall of the shower, and pushed himself against her, trapping her between rock and a hard thing. She hissed, and pulled herself a bit higher on his body, so she could get his length to the right spot. With a moan, she roughly lowered herself onto him, feeling his thickness fill her and please her. "Oh...oh yes..." He grunted and started pushing against her. The water flowed over them, combining with the passionate exertion, to make them sweat as they coupled animalistically -- she squeezing him within her, he moving inside her, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... Their thoughts faded away into mindless pleasure consisting only of movement back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... Hot and cold shivers ran all over her body, dancing over her skin, thru her bones, making her scream out in ecstacy as she was fulfilled. Tremors started building up deep at the bottom of her tummy, and she bit down hard on his beautiful shoulder to keep from screaming out loud. Sweat stung his eyes but he ignored it. His muscles, supporting both their weights, ached but he ignored it. He was an athlete after all. He was focused. That's what this was all about. Focus. Concentration. *Nothing* existed outside the performance. Not family, not friends. Not life, not death. Not day, not night. Not sun, nor rain. All that mattered was pushing your body to its limits, and then exceeding them. That was the only thing in his mind. Being the best he could be. Being the perfect human specimen. Flawless. Better than anyone. After all, he was a Da Costa. That only came naturally to him. "HARDER!" she wailed as her fingernails clawed his back, leaving dark red gouge-trails. Her teeth sank onto the flesh of his neck, biting and sucking as if she could get sustenance straight from him, as if he was a fruit, something good to eat. She panted breathlessly, and tightened around him. A few powerful shivers suddenly shot thru her, warning her that her climax was just around the corner. The tiled wall thumped loudly as he slammed himself against her, and consequently slammed her against the wall. He didn't even notice her teeth, or nails, or any other part of her body other than her sweet, wet sex that he used for his own pleasure. He could feel his heart thumping almost as loud as the wall, the blood rushing in his ears, the nerves tingling as they prepared to spasm and explode with a rush of pleasure. "EEEEEEEEEEEE!" she screamed as an orgasm rolled over her, making her muscles tense and explode furiously, just like the bathroom mirror outside the shower exploded into little shards. Her nails sank into his back with the desperate strength of a dying woman, drawing long trails of blood that mixed with the water showering ceaselessly over them, and ran down his body and down to the drain. She clenched around him, her legs, still weak from the running, holding him as tight against her as they could, pulling him as deep into her as she had the strength. He grunted and pushed all the way into her, letting her feel him all the way within her. He let out soft moans as his body shivered, at the edge of orgasm but not quite there. "Ungh!" he groaned and moved his hips slightly, trying to find that little friction he needed for his release, but it wasn't forthcoming. She let out a few breathless gasps, and then the final releasing shudder passed thru her, unlocking her sanity and giving it back to her. Her eyes opened wide and her jaw hung slack for a moment, until she undid her legs from around him, placed her feet down onto the water-slick floor and raised herself off him. She smiled teasingly, and took the throbbing shaft in her hand, stroking it slowly. "You need to cum, Bobby?" she whispered with a teasing smile. "Yes", he hissed and pressed his body desperately against hers. "Turn around, I --" "Uh uh", she smirked and kneeled down in front of him. "I have something else in mind", she said and slid her tongue slowly over the head of the erection. "Beg me to make you cum, Bobby." His eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. "A Da Costa does not beg", he said sharply. "Not even for this face?" she whispered seductively, putting on an innocent expression. "Not even for this *mouth*?" she asked, puckering her lips up and planting a gentle kiss onto the underside of the shaft straining before her. "Nnff!" he grunted helplessly and threw his head back. "Make me come, Theresa!" he snapped desperately. "Make me come NOW!" She just smiled sweetly. "Don't you know what begging is?" she asked and licked his sac gently, nuzzling it affectionately for a moment before looking up at him and narrowing her eyes. "Say 'please'", she hissed. "Beg me, Bobby, if you want to come." "N-no!" he growled weakly and grabbed the sides of her head. "I do *not* -- oh -- Madonna -- oh yes, that feels so good..." he whimpered like a helpless kitten as his hips spasmed as she perpetrated the overwhelming pleasure. "Beg me, Bobby", she hissed, squeezing the shaft strongly in her hand. "Beg me NOW!" "P-please!" he moaned, spasms of air escaping his throat. "Please make me come, Theresa!" She smiled broadly, and took the swollen purple head between her lips, sealing herself around him and starting to suckle hungrily even as her fingers started quickly stroking the remainder of the shaft, while her other hand took his sac and started giving it gentle squeezes. "MADONNA!" he cried out not ten seconds after that, as his body exploded and contracted in wild spasms. Strong pulses built up within him, burst outwards thru his erection, and radiated outwards thru every nerve of his body. "Yes", she smiled wickedly as she pulled him out of her mouth and rapidly stroked the shaft, her eyes hungrily locked onto the head. A whimper of desire issued from her throat as he came, showering her with his seed. She waited until he was done, and then her agile tongue flicked out and caressed the underside of the head, gently cleaning him off. He staggered forwards a bit and put a hand against the wall to brace himself and keep himself from falling over. His eyes half-lidded wearily as he looked down at the redhead finishing him off and giving his head a soft kiss as a parting gift. She smiled sweetly, looking up at his tired eyes. "That wasn't so bad now was it?"