"Fucking webslinger, get your crotch outa my face or I'll tear it apart!"
Komodo was baring his fangs at Spinner. Spinner was, as always, hanging down from a beam, his crotch directly in front of Komodo's nose. And he had a boner. Nice. Leaning against the bar, I watched the action.
"Come on, big boy, we all know you want this bone," Spinner taunted, swinging back & forth.
"Yeah, we know he wants to give Spinner a bj," Technomancer murmured in my ear. Stroking my throat, he whispered, "When am I gonna get mine?"
Komodo: "You think I want that thing? Ha! Pussy is what I want, not a pixie stick!"
I leaned back against him & murmured back, "When you get tits."
Spinner: "Yah, you wish I had a tiny dick; you'd suck it & pretend it was all no homo, bro."
"Cruel; it's cruel to deny the erotic chi flowing between us." His hands hovered before my breasts, caressing. I felt the energy & bit back a noise before moving away.
Komodo shoved forward, snapping. Spinner zipped to the ceiling so fast I was amazed he didn't hit it ass-first. Komodo leaped, snarling. I ducked behind the bar with Technomancer, who pinned me to him, erection against my butt.
I have no idea what would've happened if the doors hadn't peeled open & slammed to the floor.
"Komodo! Spinner! Sebya!" roared out a voice that shook us to the bone. The guys dropped to the floor & knelt before our leader, fists on chests & heads cast down.
"Hey, boss," Technomancer said with a half-smirk, pulling us up. "As usual, excellent timing. Sky Dancer was terrified."
I elbowed him. "Yeah? So who ducked faster there, bright boy, me or you?"
"Do I really have to pull the Voice on you two?" Metallurgy looked weary, his blue eyes cold. We looked at each other, then went & knelt before him, losing cool points but appeasing the boss. Our linked pinkies told each other it didn't count.
He shook his head, knowing us all too well. "I called you four to a meeting for one reason."
"Cause we're the best?" Spinner asked, pulling back his mask to look especially cute.
"Because your four are the most troublesome superheroes I've met! Spinner, with your cocky attitude," Spinner snickered, "your big mouth & your complete incapacity to think your actions through! It's like you're perpetually riding a bicycle down Embarcadero Drive, balancing a load of pin-pulled grenades in the basket while you wave to & flirt with the crowds!"
Spinner turned green & looked away.
Metallurgy, dissatisfied, turned to Komodo. "When you called yourself Komodo, I worried you'd be a villain. No. You're pure chaos. Good, bad, who cares? You honor the innocent, good. But who the yebat' told you it was open season on villains? We capture them & help humans contain them; that is our job! When we turn in a body with its intestines missing, they worry. The more we scare them, the more likely they'll pull the Contract & use the Powers Clause as an excuse to eliminate us!"
Komodo bowed so far, he was on his face. "I beg pardon, sir. If I must commit seppuku, give the command. I am yours to control."
Ew. A little too sub-to-Dom, there; why not go over & kiss his ass til your lips are chapped?
Metallurgy's fine nostrils twitched, once, & those lines formed around his mouth. I ducked.
But he went for Technomancer. I guess it was the snickering. "You arrogant, womanizing drunk, what are you laughing about? The only reason you stick around, I think, is because you have a hard-on for 75% of the women in the group!"
"That's not true. I have eyes for only one woman." He rubbed my ass & avoided my smack.
"I cry b.s.!" Spinner yelled. "I saw him coming on to Miss Olympia the other day, & she was quite interested in losing her virginity to him!"
"Spinner! I will put you in the Cage!"
See Spinner; see Spinner flat on the ground, trying to not crawl over & lick boots.
"And you!" he raged at me. "I can see why these three behave badly; what's your excuse? You're worth more than these three bozos combined. With your intellect, self-control & imagination, you are cosmic. Instead you mouth off, goof around, barely participate & when you do, you go overboard. We did not need a tornado in Times Square! Yes, I know you repaired the damage. But you can't repair the traumatized people. Learn to think before you act!"
I shut my mouth. He did have a point. That was an impulse I still regretted.
"So, what can we do to right our wrongs?" Technomancer asked, holding me close.
Metallurgy looked over us. "I want to say I should put you under Miss Olympia's special care, but Techno ruined that. I'd say Soldier, but putting four chaotics under a lawful good is inviting disaster. No, I think I need to take the four of you out on a mission. Personally."
We all blanched, having heard the story from other chaotic-oriented superheroes. "Sir, we really don't need that much supervision..." I began.
"No, you do. Trust me. We will begin with some test situations. I want Komodo with Sky Dancer; Spinner with Technomancer. In an hour, we'll switch out, & again in an hour after that. Good? Good," he said before we could talk. "I'm going to be at the bar. Shielded. Go!"
*
Komodo studied me carefully, eyes narrowing. I looked right back into his eyes, amused how he was my size but with three times the bulk. He was prettier, too, with his fine features & narrow lips. I must admit I'd been a pain when I met him, peeking at his fangs, asking to see his claws. I was only being friendly & curious, but he'd taken to avoiding me ever since.
Now he was stuck working with me. Turning aside, he hawked up and spit a loogie that was like green & smoking-sizzling-floor-dissolving ich. Ew. I bet being bitten by him was exactly like being bitten by his namesake dragon. Before I could turn away, a yellow, cracked, exceedingly sharp fang was at my nose. "Behave. Don't destroy the practice room."
"Erm, yes, sir!" I said. "Pretend I'm an innocent so you won't accidentally kill me."
He looked me up & down with that disgusted look. "Babe, you are an innocent. That's why Techno circles you like a shark. Grow up, or I will be babysitting you."
Um. What??
Confused, I followed him into a training room, which was now a coffeehouse full of men. Pretty men, butchy men, hunky men, men in uniform, geeks, transvestites, bears, you name it. Most of them looked past me, zeroing right onto Komodo. "Eh, you...you go first," he said, ducking behind me. "We gotta ask the bartender if anyone odd came in. You like talking."
Right, sure, chicken. I marched up & leaned against the bar. "Hi! Can I have a triple-whipped chocolate coffee sprinkled with almonds?"
"Not even trying to be butch?" the bartender inquired. "Thought with your swagger you liked the ladies. Does the wimp behind you need anything?"