When Jake walks into Alex's room and sees his sister on her knees in front of Justin, he's confused. He can't see exactly what's she doing, but the panic look on Justin's face is enough to tell him it must be something bad.

"What's Alex doing?" He asks, shifting to get a better view.

"STOP right there!" Justin shouts, scaring the younger boy. "Don't move."

Max freezes instantly, panicking. "What is it?"

"There's a deadly insect crawling around on the floor somewhere. Alex and I were looking for it. If you move too fast, it'll jump up and bite you. It's poison will kill you quickly unless someone sucks it out." Justin explained quickly.

"Is that what Alex's doing? Oh my god, you got bit! Justin! Don't die!" Max exclaimed, getting teary eyed.

"I'm okay. Alex got to it in time and she almost has it out. Now, if you don't want to get bit too, I suggest you back up nice and slow through the door."

Max nodded in understanding and stepped back out slowly.

"Be sure to close the door and don't come back in until we tell you it's safe." Justin instructed.

"O-okay, Justin. Just don't die." Max said as he reached for the doorknob.

"I'll be just fine. Don't you worry, now go before it escapes!"

Fleeing, Max slammed the door shut and bolted to the safety of his room, entering it slowly just in case... Meanwhile, back in Justin's room, Alex rolled her eyes at her brother.

"Seriously, it's amazing what people will believe." She said before going back to sucking her brother off.

"Here, Ted, have some coffee," she said with an unusually pleasant smile.

"Thanks, Veronica. So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"We've developed a drug that allows men to have sex for 12 hours straight."

"Is that um, safe?"

"Adorable as usual, Ted. But really, the grapevine says that we're about to get a government memo that forbids us from testing it. Some bureaucratic rule or something."

"You mean the law about not willfully endangering the lives of others?"

"Yeah. But right now it's just hearsay. So if we get a test in before the memo comes, and the man survives, then we'll have grounds to appeal the decision."

"You can't do that!"

"We believe in pushing the boundaries of science, Ted. Don't you care about helping all those poor pathetic men, some of whom can't have sex for more than 10 or 11 hours?"

Ted chose to ignore that question and told her "I won't be a part of this."

"You are a part of this, Ted."

"What?"

"It was in your coffee. Thank you for volunteering to be a test subject."

"I didn't -- you can't -- why me?"

"Because nobody else but me was willing to partner with a 12-hour man. As usual, I am burdened with the responsibilities that only the greatest of leaders share. And since we've already done it, I figure you were the best choice to take the drug."

"But you can't just give me a drug that makes me have sex with you!"

"Don't be silly, Ted. The drug just makes you able to have sex for 12 hours. I myself will be the one to make you have sex."

"And how exactly do you intend to do that?"

She looked at him, confused that he would ask such a silly and stupid question, and said, "I'm going to take my clothes off and tell you that you're allowed to have sex with me."

"That's not going to-" Ted trailed off as Veronica stripped, revealing what he could only describe as the greatest lingerie ever made.

After three times - once on her desk and twice on the floor - Ted said, "Enough! I'm sorry, but I don't think the drug works, Veronica. I couldn't possibly go again."

Veronica nodded, business-like, and put her blouse back on. As she buttoned it she looked at his exhausted form and said, "Aw, don't feel bad, Ted. You did extraordinarily well for someone in the placebo group."

He won’t let me in. Won’t touch me, won’t even look at me, at least not how I want him too. In the cold light of day it hit him hard and all the shields and barriers flew back up. His eyes were locked on my hip, wide with shame and guilt when he saw his fingerprints bruised into my skin, and then nothing…

Nothing at all.

He could barely talk to me.

How can I go back to what we were?

How?

I know the taste of his tongue, hungering in my mouth, the heat of his hands slip-sliding on my stomach. I can count the beat of his heart in my head; can hear him telling me he loved me, over and over as he pushed into me again and again.

So how can I go back?

We threw caution, sense, everything to the wind and I don’t regret a minute of it, but God help me, I wish I’d never gone home with him last night.

I think I've lost my brother.

~

(Bah, just a little drabble.)
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There was nothing that needed to be said for the moment. One second they been hitting each other with sofa pillows, trying to rip each other's heads off. The next second, they were half sprawled on the floor and sofa, kissing and touching things they shouldn't be. As Justin moved to take off Alex's shirt, he tried not remember that this was his little sister. As Alex reaches for his pants zipper, Justin can't help but think there's something not exactly sibling like in this. Then there's lips on his little guy and he sort of forgets why he was even wondering that.

What he doesn't know is that Alex isn't thinking about any of that. Instead she's imagining he is Dean and only sees him as someone to perfect her techniques on so she can better seduce Dean.

"Do it." She says.

"No." He says.

"Do it." She repeats.

"No." He repeats.

This back and forth goes on for a while, neither side willing to give in. Alex smiles, making Justin quirk his eyebrow. It's never good when she smiles. A wiggle of the hips sends a jolt through his body, making him buck slightly. He composes himself and pulls away, only to feel soft hands on his forearms, caressing him lightly. It works to send electric tingles through his body, making him buck slightly again.

"I won't do it." He says, clenching his jaw even as he knows he's already on his way out.

She wiggles her hips again, sweat drips down Justin's neck.

"If you don't, I'll finish this myself." Alex threatens.

"You can't do that!"

"Wanna bet?"

Alex reaches her hand out and Justin quickly grabs her wrist to stop her from venturing any further. Her fingers wiggle playful in the air as if still reaching for their goal. He scowls and shakes his head. Her other hand reaches out and he lets go of the first one to grab it, his other hand preoccupied.

"Can't you play fair for once?" He asks.

The brunette smirks and he knows the answer. With a roll of his eyes, he concedes angrily.

"Fine! I'll do it!"

Justin reached for the distant red circle, his arm giving out under him as he tried to stretch acrobatically for it. His sister wiggles her hips against him again and he falters and smashes down to the floor. Next to him, Alex laughs out loud.

"Dammit! I hate playing Twister with you!"

--
(Oh innuendo, how I love thee! lmao)

"Tim?"

"Yeah, Ciss?" Tim didn't look up from the Bat-computer as he talked.

"I'm really glad you're back, but it seems like something's wrong. You haven't talked much."

"This isn't a social call, Ciss. I'm back in Gotham because I need the Bat-computer's resources."

"Is...there anything I can help with? I mean, you did call me."

"I called you because you're one of the only people left who hasn't lost my trust recently. I figured you'd want to know."

Cissie smiled at that last comment. Even as distant as he was, it felt good to know that Tim still felt that way about her.

"But the less you know..." Tim added. "The safer you are. This isn't the kind of stuff you bring partners in on."

"What kind of stuff? It's not like you told me anything about what happened in Europe."

"No, I didn't."

Cissie rolled her eyes. Tim was infuriating sometimes. And that stupid cowl...she couldn't even see his face. She couldn't even read him.

Without thinking, she reached out and snatched the back of the cowl, pulling it back.

"Ciss! What the hell - "

"I want to see your face, Tim. Is that too much to ask?"

Cissie pulled the cowl back and Tim turned around. God, she thought, he looked so much older than the last time she'd seen him. Whatever happened to him in Europe, it was obviously an incredibly intense experience. She leaned in and gave him a long, passionate kiss, a non-verbal way of letting him know it was over. Tim may not have been good with verbal communication, but she was fine with non-verbal too.

...that's what you think, Kon. >.>;; I'm sure Tim would make his Ducati do it just for spite. XD

Tonight, Bobby is breaking all the rules.

1. Don't say "I love you", no matter how far gone you may be.

This is rule number one and Bobby is hesitant because he doesn't want to lose John. "I love you" he whispers against John's neck as he shudders through his orgasm. John twitches violently but doesn't say a thing. Bobby counts that as a victory.

2. No visible marks.

John is very good with his hands and Bobby is trying desperately not to make any noise as John slides his hand oh-so-slowly along his cock. Suddenly, John does the thing with the twist and the pull and Bobby bites purposefully down on John's shoulder. It really isn't his fault that Jubilee heard him shout.

...

15. John will never, ever say "I love you" back.

Bobby is breathing quietly. He's pushed his luck tonight but honestly he doesn't care. John can torch his homework in the morning or melt the shower feeds but he really, really doesn't care. With his face buried in John's shoulder and everything smelling like sex, he's enjoyed tonight far too much to care that he's broken every rule and pushed every boundary out as far as it will go. He's tired, sweaty and sore in all the right places and it can't be that bad because John's letting him sleep in his bed. He's dozing off, just slowly at the edge of sleep when he feels the buzz of John's speech though his shoulder.
"I love you Bobby." John sounds resigned and tired but Bobby puts it down to the sex. Those four words will bury themselves deep in Bobby's gut and they will always be with him. They keep him strong when everyone else is falling apart and steady when everyone else is shaking. St.John loves him. Really, it's all that matters.

‚So, we’re friends in your universe?‘
‚Aren’t we in yours?‘ Bobby asked back.
‚We barely know each other. I’m probably not in the Brotherhood of we’re friends.‘
‚No, you are.‘
‚And we’re still friends?‘
‚Thanks to Magneto and the Professor the Brotherhood and the X-Men are getting along pretty good.‘
‚Is Mags still married to Rogue?‘
‚Rogue?!‘ Bobby couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
‚Yeah, Rogue, Mystique’s foster daughter, Magneto’s wife.‘
‚I know Rogue, we’r friends, but she hates Magneto and Mystique. She’s close to Logan, though.‘
‚Logan? Seriously, not Remy?‘
‚No, Remy’s close to Logan, too. And to you. I think he’s your ex-boyfriend.‘
‚Remy LeBeau, my exboyfriend, man your world’s weird. Who’s my current boyfriend? Mister Sinister?‘
‚No.‘ Bobby blushed slightly: ‚That would be me.‘
‚Oh.‘