Title: Breakfast
Author: L Stoffey
Email for feedback: SaraFimm8868@yahoo.com
Fandom: Alternate Universe X-Men Evolution
Rating: PG-13.
Pairings: None
Story Summary: The Acolytes meet at breakfast.
Warnings: Adult conversation.
Series: Follows “Dawn”
Notes: Not a Porn Without Plot, there are too many of them out there. This is more of a character/interaction study on Magneto and his Acolytes. What’s worse, I’ve created a possible plot if anyone wants me to continue this story line. All translations done with a free Internet translator, so go by the English version in {}. If anyone wants to give me the correct translations, please feel free to email me off the list at sSaraFimm8868@yahoo.com. Thank you, in advance.
Archive: Yes, please contact me to let me know where.
Feedback: ALWAYS WELCOME! This comes about from a request to continue the story started in “Dawn”.
Disclaimer: All characters found in Marvel Comics not owned by me, not making any money off this imaginary story, no resemblance to living or dead, etc. … Essentially, don’t sue because I have no money.
BREAKFAST
By L Stoffey
Eric dressed in tailored black slacks and a wide shouldered, white silk dress shirt that accentuated the fact that he exercised on a regular basis, sat in his office at his custom created, leather padded metal chair and desk poring over the information Remy had given him the night before when there was a knock at his door. Without raising his eyes, he detected the iron content in the body on the other side and determined it was Piotr. “Âñòóïèòü, {Enter,}” he said in Russian.
The door opened and Piotr Rasputin, his massive 6 feet, 6 inch frame filling the doorway, took a step into the room. Born in Siberia, Piotr was a large muscular man with raven black hair and deep blue eyes that had a slight upward tilt at the corners. His dark blue jeans and a royal blue cotton shirt accented his pale Eastern Slavic features. Piotr never intimidated Eric despite his size because when Piotr used his mutant ability, his body tissues transformed into a substance similar to organic steel. Since Eric’s ability was complete control over magnetism, he could therefore control Piotr’s every action should he transform into his metallic armored state. Piotr was actually more dangerous to Eric in his normal human form than when he used his mutant ability. And if Piotr was not aware of that, Eric most certainly was.
“Çàâòðàê ãîòîâ, {Breakfast is ready,}” Piotr said in his deep voice.
“Ñïàñèáî. ß áóäó òàì íà ìãíîâåíèå, {Thank you. I will be there momentarily,}” Eric replied in Russian. He wasn’t as familiar with the Russian language as he would like so he often asked Piotr to talk to him in his native tongue when it was just the two of them.
Piotr nodded and stepped out of the room, closing the door.
Piotr continued down the hallway and entered the main living room where Raven sat in Eric’s normal spot, the recliner, reading the New York Times. Although she normally wore no clothing, she knew better than to walk around in a house full of men naked so she wore a white sheath dress with white strap heels. Her shoulder length fiery red hair worn loose, curled slightly at the ends.
The sports channel, ESPN, was playing on the widescreen television and as Piotr moved into the room, he saw the tips of black combat boots sticking up from one side of the sofa and a blonde head at the other. The blonde head moved slightly in his direction and he knew that Victor had heard him enter the room and most likely had caught his scent, also.
“Breakfast,” Piotr said in English, his accent heavy with Russian overtones. He knew Raven would have understood him if he’d spoken in Russian, but he wasn’t sure if the Canadian would so he had spoken in English.
Raven looked up at him and smiled as she folded the newspaper and pulled the recliner back into its upright position. “Äîáðîå óòðî, Piotr, {Good Morning, Piotr,}” she said and stood up, tossing the paper onto the recliner’s seat.
Piotr nodded at her and replied, “Äîáðîå óòðî. {Good Morning.}”
Victor swung his legs down and stood up with a half empty bottle of beer in his hand. He was the same height and build as Piotr, both of them being tall, muscular men, but unless Piotr used his mutation to convert his tissues into metal, the blonde weighed much more. Victor’s bones were covered in the metal alloy adamantium and it gave him added weight. The only visible sign of the metal extended out of the man’s mutated hands and appeared from beneath his skin in the nail beds, covering the vicious looking claw-like nails. Above the boots, he wore black jeans and a white t-shirt, both molded to his muscular body.
Piotr left the living room, not waiting for Raven and Victor to follow him as he made his way down the hallway towards the dining room adjacent to the kitchen. John crossed his path walking into the dining room carrying a large plate piled high with sausages from the kitchen. At 5 feet, 10 inches, John was dwarfed by Piotr and Victor and always appeared to be the smallest of the Acolytes even though he was the same height as Raven if only because, as a woman among tall men, she often wore high heeled shoes. He wore a loose pair of jeans and a black t-shirt with a picture of the MTV cartoon characters Beavis and Butthead saying the words “Fire! Fire!” on the front.
“Pick up some decent bangers next time,” he told Piotr acidly, “these little pricks shriveled up quicker than—” John saw the two people walking behind Piotr and his demeanor quickly changed, “Ah, um, mornin’, Raven.” He nodded at Victor whose gaze had moved from John to Raven and back before one side of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. “I didn’t know you where here,” John said, tossing his head to flip back the long blonde bangs that had fallen into his blue eyes. Eric had asked him to get a hair cut, but he defiantly refused, waiting to see if Eric would make it an order.
“I wouldn’t be talking about shriveling pricks if I were you,” Raven replied as she moved into the dining room and sat down at the far end of the table. Although the table was large enough to seat eight, there were only six place settings and chairs.
“Eat up,” John said as he placed the plate in the center of the table and handed her the tongs. “It’s always nice to see a woman with a banger in her hole.”
Raven’s eyes narrowed and she took the tongs from him. She waved the tongs over the sausage plate and an evil smile appeared on her face as she asked, “Which one do you think is the most delectable?”
“Sorry,” he replied, “I leave that to the experts.”
“Ah,” Eric said as he entered the room, “I see the morning bickering has already begun.”
“They are speaking sausages,” Piotr’s face screwed up as he tried to mentally translate from Russian to English. “They are—”
“They’re debating which sausages would best fill their holes,” Victor cut in, making his snide comment hit two targets at once. He sat down in the chair on Raven’s left and placed his bottle on the table.
Eric looked from Raven to John to Victor. “I … see,” he said slowly before he sat down at the other end of the table opposite Raven. He took the cloth napkin from beneath his silverware and placed it on his lap. “Other than fruit and sausages,” he looked at the large bowl of mixed fruit and plate of sausages in the center of the table, “what’s for breakfast?”
“Pancakes,” Piotr said and he walked into the kitchen.
“Victor, I want you to monitor the security cameras tonight,” Eric told him. At the beginning of a growl, he added nonchalantly, “or you can do chores. Your choice.” The large blonde man who had recently joined their team of professionals was dangerous, but with the adamantium laced throughout his body, Eric considered him a mild threat.
“Cameras,” came the gruff reply.
“Good,” he held out his hand palm down and something small and metallic shot from his pocket and into his hand. He turned his hand over and both Raven and Victor recognized it as a small security transmitter. “The objet d’ art that Remy decided to take as a souvenir of his travels had this implanted inside of it.” He tossed it towards the end of the table and Victor’s hand shot out and snatched it just inches in front of Raven’s outstretched hand. “I expect we may have some visitors in the near future,” Eric continued mildly, “I want you to be ready to greet them and give them my condolences on their loss of property.”
“The blighter finally came back?” John asked as sat down on Eric’s left and used his fork to stab a large sausage link and place it on his plate.
“Remy returned last night,” Eric replied.
“Where is he?” Piotr inquired, entering the dining room with two heaping plates of pancakes. “He was not in his bedroom.” He placed the plates in the center of the table and sat down between John and Raven across from Victor.
“Eric’s bed,” Victor replied and waved a finger to include Raven and Eric. “They both smell like him.”
There was silence for a few moments as the two men on the other side of the table absorbed the information.
Piotr broke the tension by picking up the bottle of honey in the center of the table and pouring a generous helping onto his pancakes.
John looked over at Raven with a smirk and asked, “So were you a man or a woman last night?”
Piotr smacked the back of his head.
“Aah!” John exclaimed and rubbed the back of his head, “What’d ya do that for ya stupid git?”
“Be polite. There is a lady at the table,” Piotr replied and shoveled a large forkful of honey covered pancakes into his mouth.
“Then hit Vic! He started it,” John grumbled.
Piotr looked across the table at Victor as he chewed his food.
Victor returned his gaze with a steady look and picked up the beer bottle in front of his plate and took a long swig.
“Victor answered my question,” Piotr finally responded after he swallowed. He looked at John, “You were …” He frowned and looked at Raven, “×òî ÿâëÿåòñÿ ãðóáûì ïî-àíãëèéñêè? {How do you say rude in English?}”
“Rude,” Raven replied and used the tongs to place a sausage link on her plate.
“You were … rude,” Piotr finished, rolling the word in his mouth to get familiar with it.
Victor examined the small tracker in his hand for a few moments and grunted before placing it on the table in front of Raven. “It’s Japanese,” he
commented.
Raven looked at him and then at the small bit of plastic and metal wires. “He’s right,” she agreed and looked across the table to Eric, “Where did you send Remy?”
“Senator White’s residence in Washington,” Eric responded.
“White’s?” Victor’s eyes narrowed and he sat back in his chair and finished off his beer.
“Who’s White?” John asked.
“Secretary of Defense,” Raven answered.
SERIES TO BE CONTINUED
Cast:
Eric = Magneto/Eric Magnus Lehnsherr
Piotr = Colossus/Piotr “Peter” Nikolaivitch Rasputin
Raven = Mystique/Raven Darkholme
Victor = Sabretooth/Victor Creed
John = Pyro/St. John Allerdyce
Mentioned:
Remy = Gambit/Remy LeBeau
Senator White = USA Senator Robert White, Secretary of Defense (created character)
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