* 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 THREE: Future Jeopardized * ************************************* *** Roberto Da Costa woke up into a horrible screech. "TELL ME WE USED CONDOMS!" Theresa Rourke Cassidy screamed in his face as she grabbed his throat and shook him around like Homer strangling Bart in /Simpsons/. Roberto blinked twice at the sight of a redheaded figure he didn't quite recognize yet thru his blurry eyes. He tried to say, "Madonna, my head feels like it's going to explode!" but due to certain fingers strangling his throat it came out more like "U-gllk, g nnk uurk nk uu gkk g ugkk!" Theresa paused and let go of Roberto's throat. "What?" "I think I said 'Madonna, my head feels like it's going to explode'", Roberto groaned, lifting a hand to his throbbing temple. "Do you have any aspirin?" "I've go' BIGGER headaches t' worry about than YOURS!" Theresa shouted and grabbed a pillow, proceeding to whap Roberto repeatedly with it. "DID WE OR DID WE NOT USE CONDOMS LAST NIGHT??" "Umph!" Roberto grunted as he tried to fend off the ferocious attacks, mostly in vain since he was still half-asleep. "Don't tell me", he mumbled. "You're not on the pill?" "ANSWER ME!" Theresa growled and grabbed Roberto's throat again, slamming his head repeatedly onto the bed. "Damn you Brazilian horny little screw-anything-tha'- moves!" "Ugglk!" Roberto's throat issued in protest before his hands grabbed her wrists and forced her to let go of his throat. "Stop that! You expect me to be able to think, let alone remember what happened last night, if you keep trying to kill me??" Theresa grumbled and withdrew into a faraway corner of the bed, hogging all the covers over to her to cover herself up, until she noticed that left Roberto naked. She promptly tossed some of the covers his way. "Talk." Roberto rubbed his temples and sat up, not even noticing the covers yet. He blinked a few times to clear his eyes, and then narrowed his eyes in an attempt to not be blinded by the sunlight streaming into the room. Then, he saw his companion. "Theresa??" "YES, it's Theresa, y' bleatin' half-witted sex-crazed moron!" Theresa growled and threw a pillow a Roberto. "Talk, damn you!" Roberto blinked a few times and then tried to wrap his just-awakened brain around the concept of what Theresa was telling him to talk about. He closed his eyes and tried to kickstart his thought processes, but in vain. "Um...what should I talk about?" "ARRRGH!" Theresa wailed, and smashed her head down against the pillows, starting to weep. "I *know* we didn't -- I just *know* it... This is just *perfect* --" "Oh", Roberto suddenly realized what the topic was. "Oh. Droga. Don't tell me, you're not on the pill?" He paused and looked aside thoughtfully. "Didn't I just ask that?" "NO!" Theresa screamed and leaped from underneath her covers at Roberto, grabbing his throat and starting to strangle him again. "I'M NOT ON THE PILL, AND THIS IS *JUST* MY TIME O' THE MONTH T' GET PREGNANT! DO" she snarled and smashed Roberto's head down onto the bed. "YOU", she smashed his head down a second time. "UNDERSTAND??" A third time. "Umph!" Roberto winced as he got slammed down repeatedly, and then once more pried Theresa's hands off his throat. "YES, I understand! Now let me *think*!" Theresa grumbled and pulled the nearest cover over to cover her front. "So *think*!" "All right..." Roberto murmured thoughtfully. "The first time was in the shower... I *know* we didn't use one then, but I didn't come inside you then either --" "Tha' doesn't necessarily mean a thing", Theresa wrinkled her nose. "Well, no, but it's a smaller risk..." Roberto rubbed his chin. "Then you rode on me here on the bed... I'm reasonably sure we used a condom here..." Theresa grunted noncommittally. "Then there was the bathtub -- no wait, the bathtub came before we got to the bed, right?" "I think so", Theresa seethed. "All right, yes, now I remember -- we definitely used one in the bathtub since I remember getting out of the tub in the middle of it to go get a pack..." "I think we used two there." "I think you're right", Roberto nodded slowly. "Then we came out of the bathroom --" He paused and frowned. "Was it a dream or did you break the bathroom mirror?" "I -- uh -- well -- er -- yeah, I broke it", Theresa mumbled, her cheeks turning crimson. "I thought I recalled cleaning some of that up so we wouldn't step on the shards -- anyway, we got out of the bathroom -- then what happened?" "I think that's when I rode you." "Oh yes. Yes, that's how we started..." Roberto nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I'm reasonably sure we used a condom then... What next -- the master/slave part?" Everything up from and including Theresa's shoulders turned fire engine red. "Um, yes." "All right -- the first one was from behind, if I recall correctly -- you wanted me to spank you while we did it..." "We had a condom for that time", Theresa said. "I know because I put it on you..." "All right... Yes, sounds right to me. We finished off there, right?" "Uh..." Theresa frowned thoughtfully. "I think we did it at *least* once in missionary after that..." "At 'least' once?" Roberto lifted an eyebrow. "It was only a five-condom pack..." He winced. "Uh oh." Theresa swallowed quickly. "Maybe you didn't come inside me on the subsequent ones." "Uh, maybe", Roberto nodded hurriedly. Theresa nodded too. "That must be it." "Yes. Definitely", Roberto agreed nervously, and then stretched out slightly. "I could really use some breakfast right now..." "Breakfast?" Theresa asked with the first smile she had sported since waking up. It was a dry smile, but hey, beggars can't be choosers. "It's *noon*, Bobby." "Noon?" Roberto lifted an eyebrow. "I never sleep this late..." "We didn't go to sleep until six in the morning..." Theresa pointed out with a faint smile. Roberto suddenly blinked. "Noon!" His eyes shot over to the nightstand where his cellphone was. He grabbed it quickly and took a look at it. "Oh no. She's tried to call me." *** "We don't exactly have a Cerebro or anything", Danielle Moonstar pointed out as she sat cross-legged on a couch in the living room of X-Force's warehouse home. "So if anyone's got any bright ideas on how to locate 'Berto and Theresa, I'm all ears." "Ah've been watchin' the news, and readin' the papers", Sam Guthrie said, and shook his head. "Nothin' at all that could be a clue about them..." "I've called in some markers and told them to let me know if they spot anything suspicious", Domino commented, "but other than that, there's little we can do, really." "Yeah", James Proudstar nodded. "I mean, I have enhanced senses and all, but I'm no *Wolverine*. I can't track a trail that's almost a day old..." "I thought the Apache were supposed to be real hotshot trackers", Dani smirked at Jimmy. "Yeah yeah, that's what you told me at the Hellfire Club, little Cheyenne. And we *are*", Jimmy smiled. "But not good enough for this." "Sometimes it amazes me how you people have managed to survive this long", Jesse Aaronson spoke from lying down on the couch where Domino had laid him down the night before. "Moonstar said she's called Da Costa's cellphone, right? That means he has a cellphone. Aren't there some kind of satellite trace things that you can use to track down a cellphone?" Everyone blinked. "You know", Domino said, "I hate to say this --" "-- but he's right", Sam finished the sentence. *** "All right, Theresa -- now just do NOT say a thing --" Roberto Da Costa warned his teammate as he pushed a button. *** BEEP BEEP BEEP "My cellphone!" Danielle Moonstar jumped, and dashed over to the table where the phone was, grabbing it and answering it. "Danielle Moonstar!" "Um, hello, Dani", Roberto Da Costa's voice came from the phone. "'BERTO! Where've you been, we've been worried sick! Are you all right? Is Theresa there with you??" Dani spoke in rapidfire. "Calm down, Dani", Roberto said. "We are *all right*. We just ran into some trouble with a local group of the Friends of Humanity. They managed to capture us and held us overnight, but we overcame them just half an hour or so ago and escaped them. Aside from some scratches and a headache from a sonic weapon they used on us, I and Theresa are perfectly fine." Dani hesitated a moment, and then nodded slowly. "All right -- can you give us a location, and we'll come pick you up?" "There's no need", Roberto answered. "We are already on our way. We are stopping by at a cafe on the way to get some breakfast -- we haven't gotten to eat in over twelve hours. But we'll be home right after that. An hour from now, at the most. All right?" "A-all right", Dani nodded as her eyes narrowed slightly, perhaps in thought. "I'll see you when you get here. I love you." "I love you too, Danielle. I can't wait to see you. I missed you terribly and thought I'd never see you again", Roberto spoke softly. "I'll see you soon, my love." Dani pressed a button, ending the call, and placed the phone back onto the table. There was a frown on her face for a few long moments while everyone waited for her to deliver the news. Finally, she noticed everyone waiting, and nodded. "They're all right and will be here in an hour or so. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go get a workout." She turned towards the doorway leading to the hallway to the gym, and quickly walked out of the living room. Domino's eyes narrowed in thought, but she didn't say a thing. "Hnh", Sam Guthrie lifted an eyebrow. "What d' ya make of that, Jim?" "I don't know", James Proudstar replied thoughtfully. "I hope Terry's okay..." "I bet she's more than a little bit 'banged' u--" Jesse Aaronson started, but then caught Domino's eyes looking into his eyes, and *very* quickly shut up. "Nevermind." *** "How can y' lie to her like that, with a straight face?" Theresa Rourke Cassidy asked, shaking her head, eyes wide in disbelief. "I thought you *loved* her --" "I *do*", Roberto Da Costa replied sharply as he put his cellphone away and got out of bed. "Which is why I lied. She'd be devastated if she found out about last night. Not to mention that she'd leave me. And I will *not* have her leave me." "You're a bastard, Roberto Da Costa", Theresa said softly, still shaking her head disbelievingly. "Y'd lie t' the woman you love --" "I'd do *anything* to keep the woman I love from being hurt, and keep her from leaving me, Theresa", Roberto replied harshly thru gritted teeth. "*Nothing* will separate us. And I'm willing to do *anything* it takes to keep her." "That's not love", Theresa said, raising her chin defiantly. "Tha's possessiveness..." "Call it what you want", Roberto said as he went over to the room service cart and grabbed a bunch of grapes, starting to pop them into his mouth. "But Danielle Moonstar is *mine*, and I am *hers*. And *nothing* will change that." "You were mine last night", Theresa just said flatly, as she got out of bed too and held some covers around her body as she started heading towards the bathroom. "No I wasn't", Roberto answered. "I was hers. I am *always* hers. We had some mindblowing sex, but that has *nothing* to do with who I love and who I belong to." "Maybe not from your point of view, Bobby", Theresa said softly as she opened the door to the bathroom. "Maybe y' don't put much weight to sex. But does *she* agree with how y' see things?" She glanced at him over her shoulder. "An' if she doesn't -- can you really keep her or are y' just deludin' yeself?" Roberto Da Costa stopped popping the grapes into his mouth and just stood there silent as a statue as the lock on the bathroom door clicked to locked position, and the sound of a running shower started coming from the bathroom. *** "The WHORE!" Danielle Moonstar snarled as she lashed a vicious kick at the midsection of the punching bag hanging from the high ceiling by a long chain. "The BITCH!" she growled as she spun around and smashed a roundhouse kick to the side of the punching bag, where a set of vulnerable ribs would be, if the punching bag had them. "The TRAMP!" she snapped as she pulled her fist back, and then swung it forwards in a haymaker that crashed right where the jaw would be, if the punching bag had one. "The SLUT!" she hissed as she pulled her grandfather Black Eagle's war-knife from the sheath on her waist, and with a furious motion threw it at the punching bag. SHUNK! There was a soft sound as the knife embedded itself to the hilt just an inch or two below where the fist had impacted. Sawdust started slowly pouring out of the tear and started forming a little line on the floor as the punching bag swung in the air slowly back and forth, back and forth, back and forth... Dani watched the punching bad swing for a long time, until it stopped, and a longer time still after it had stopped. Finally, she walked over to it, and placed her hand on the handle of the war-knife. "I swear, Theresa, if you have so much as touched my man, *neither* of you will live to regret it..." she whispered before yanking the war-knife off the punching bag. *** SNAPT! "BOBBY!" Theresa Rourke Cassidy screamed. Roberto Da Costa's face was contorted with pain. And why shouldn't it be? He had just snapped his left forearm. He gasped sharply a few times, gritting his teeth, and then his shoulders shook as if in a withheld sob. But thru all of it, he didn't let out a sound. Until he powered down from his jet-black super-strong form, let go of his left arm, and whispered a, "I'm all right..." "The *hell* you are", Theresa gaped at the sight. "You just *broke* your *arm*! What was that for??" "For Dani..." Roberto murmured and let his left hand fall limp by his side, wincing as pain wrenched all thru his body. "I heard it on the phone...she suspects..." Theresa just looked at him with wide eyes. "And you think snapping your arm is going to help??" "She...nnnff..." Roberto squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. "She'll believe we got into a fight now, yes. She wouldn't have believed otherwise..." Theresa shook her head in disbelief. "You're *sick*, Bobby -- you're *sick*..." she repeated in astonished murmurs. "You're absolutely crazy..." "Crazy about Dani, yes", Roberto whispered and took a deep breath. "I hope this demonstrates to you that I am willing to do *anything* for her not to find out about us." His eyes opened, suddenly very dark. His expression went gravely serious. "*Anything*. Do you understand?" Theresa blinked, and then swallowed. "Y' wouldn't --" Roberto's eyes narrowed. "I'd do anything", he just repeated, and then headed out of the bedroom and towards the exit from the suite. "Now let's go, Theresa. Forget everything about last night except one thing." He popped a grape into his mouth with his intact arm, and then opened the front door of the suite. "Don't forget who's the boss."