X-Men: Surprise Party

I'm not going to get too finicky trying to figure out where this sits in continuity -- consider it a riff on how a situation like this between these characters might go down. All characters are trademark Marvel Comics. This is a parody and is in no way meant as a challenge to their copyright. Only to be read by those 18 years or older.

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"Sushi?" Scott asked.

"Sushi." Emma confirmed.

To say he was a little surprised would be an understatement -- it certainly didn't strike Scott as being his first choice for a celebratory birthday meal. Or even his third.

It had been Emma who had arranged their weekend away. She'd insisted on making this birthday memorable -- the first he'd had since they'd been together. In his position as Cyclops, leader of the X-Men, he often found his birthday falling in the middle of an alien invasion or a Sentinel attack.

This was, in fact, the first time in a long time that there wasn't any kind of crisis or siege preventing its celebration, and Emma intended on seizing upon the opportunity in style.

They'd taken a suite at the Four Seasons before heading for a Broadway show, where Emma had surprised him with backstage tickets.

They'd met the cast and had a few drinks before having to excuse themselves. Emma had kept their destination a secret as they'd jumped in a cab to make the quick trip to the restaurant.

And now here they were at Sushi Sasabune up on 73rd. Scott frowned.

"Not that I don't appreciate it, Emma, but...I guess I was kind of in the mood for steak or something."

"Darling," Emma said with slight admonishment in her voice. "Not only did Zagat's vote this the best sushi in the city, but I also wanted to make sure you weren't feeling bloated for the rest of the night."

"Oh?" Scott said, raising an eyebrow behind his ruby quartz glasses. "And what would you have in mind for the rest of the night?"

"Never you mind," Emma replied, a soft smirk on her face. She was wearing her signature blue lipstick and matching eyeshadow. On anyone else it would look cheap. On her, it underlined her stature as the White Queen. "Let's just enjoy our dinner, shall we?"

He opened the door for her and she forwarded in, and the meal turned out to be surprisingly good, if not a little less than filling. Given what Emma had been hinting at, however, Scott thought that was for the best.

They paid their bill and caught a cab back to the hotel, where they took a table in the bar and ordered some drinks.

"I have to say, Emma -- I really appreciate everything you've done tonight," he said while nursing his second martini, her hand in his. "It's been a great birthday. Thank you. Very much."

"You're talking like the evening's already over," Emma said. "But I still have one more surprise up my sleeve. And I think, if you turn around to see who's just arrived, you'll agree with me that it's the best one yet."

Perplexed, Scott swivelled in his chair to look at the entranceway. Standing there, in a figure-hugging black cocktail dress, was Psylocke. She was scanning the crowd, looking for some familiar faces, and lit up when she finally saw Scott and Emma sitting on the other side of the room. Every set of eyes in the place turned to look at her as she made her way towards them, just as they'd done when Emma had entered.

Betsy looked like a panther stalking its way through the jungle, with her sheeny purple hair slicked back and her choice of attire showing off her toned, curvy body to maximum effect.

For her part, Psylocke didn't seem to notice the attention she was receiving as she arrived at the table her X-Men cohorts were sharing.

"Scott -- Emma!" She said, leaning to kiss both their cheeks. "I'm not early am I?"

"Early?" Scott said, confused, but still standing to greet her while she took the spare chair at their table.

"Not at all, you're right on time," Emma said, before gesturing to a waiter. "Drink?"

"Oh, uh, champagne please?" Psylocke said to the white-jacketed man who promptly appeared beside the table.

"Very good, madam." He said before once again vanishing.

"Right on time for what?" Scott asked,

"Oh no," Psylocke said, looking at Emma anxiously. "I haven't ruined the surprise, have I?"

"Not at all. In fact, my dear, you could say you

are

the surprise."

"Excuse me?" Psylocke replied, not noticing that her drink had just been delivered.

"Emma, what's going on?" Scott asked.

"Allow me to explain," Emma said, taking a sip from her glass. "I've long been aware of the attraction that the both of you have felt for one another. Though circumstances have kept you from always working alongside each other, the tension whenever you meet again is, well...palpable.

"While I would never want to manipulate those close to me into doing something they didn't want to, I thought the event of Scott's birthday offered an opportunity for us all to sit and consider a mutually beneficial venture, and so I invited Betsy here under the pretence of attending a birthday party.

"The guest list for that party, however, consists of only three names."

"Emma..." Scott said, more than a little stunned. "You're not....you're not suggesting what I think you are. Are you?"

"What better way to celebrate life, my love, than to seize it in the boldest way possible?" Emma said, a shrewd smile on her face and a teasing twinkle in her eye.

"Oh my God," Scott said, shaking his head. "Betsy, I'm so sorry. I had no idea about any of this, I swear. I don't know what's gotten into Emma, but ---."

"There's no need to apologise, Scott," Psylocke replied, her demeanour as poised and unruffled as always. "Far from it, in fact."

"You're...not mad about this?"

"Well, I'd rather that if Emma had something like this in mind, she could have told me about it beforehand," Psylocke said, shooting Emma a quick look. Emma, for her part, smiled and swirled her drink in her hand.

"But...think about it, Scott. We've both had our brushes with death. We both know --

first-hand

-- how short life can be, and how much you need to take advantage of it while you still have the chance.

"And, well...Emma's right -- there's long been an attraction between the two of us. I always regretted that there was nothing that could come of it, and I imagine you might have felt the same way."

"Oh, he does," Emma replied. "Sometimes when I'm waking up in the morning, I get a psychic imprint of his dreams. You've featured more than once, my dear."

"Emma!" Scott said.

"What? It's true. You know it is. I'm not jealous. Why should I be? It's clear to see she's a beautiful woman -- the very thing dreams are made of. All I want is to share that dream with you...with Betsy's permission, of course."

Betsy took another sip of her champagne. Somehow, during the short but eventful course of their conversation, she'd managed to drain the entire glass without even realising.

"...Do you have a room in the hotel?"

"The executive suite." Emma said with a nod.

"Perhaps...perhaps we'd be best reconvening there." Psylocke placed her empty glass on the table, making meaningful eye contact with both Emma and Scott. Scott, in turn, looked like he'd just been hit by a bus.

The whole room once again looked out of the corners of their eyes as the Eurasian beauty and the blonde goddess rose from their table with their male companion. It looked like he'd had a little too much to drink as they guided him towards the elevators.

Emma couldn't help but do a quick telepathic scan of the room. She smiled wickedly to herself. Every single man in the bar was wondering what that lucky bastard had done to deserve this...

They rode up in the elevator in silence, Scott's tense demeanour setting everyone on edge. When the doors slid open on their floor, Emma handed Psylocke the swipe card to their room.

"Make yourself comfortable, Betsy. We'll be in momentarily."

Psylocke took it, looking at Scott with a mixture of longing and trepidation. His face, shielded behind his ruby red glasses, betrayed nothing. Betsy closed the door behind her.

"I can't believe this is happening," Scott said. "This is...this is too much."

"Calm yourself, my love," Emma said, taking his hands in hers and kissing him gently. "There's nothing happening here but three consenting adults agreeing to enjoy each other's company."

"But..." Scott said, unsure of how to proceed, his desire and his sense of responsibility at war with each other.

"With your permission, I'd like to do something I believe will help," Emma said. "It would involve stimulating certain areas of your brain, releasing endorphins and such. It would be the equivalent of four or five shots of tequila with a Viagra chaser. And no hangover."

Scott let out a pent-up breath. His jaw clenched.

"You're always the strong one, my love. Always denying yourself," Emma said, her body pressing against his as she pulled him into a kiss. "Allow yourself this one time to let go."

He kissed her back, his hands running down her body to cup her rear. He could already feel himself stirring.

"...Do it." He said, and she complied. His head flooded with euphoria, his body surging with intensified need. She smiled at him.

When they entered the room, they found Psylocke stretched out on the couch admiring the panoramic view of the city beneath them. She'd raided the mini-bar in their absence, a bottle of vodka opened on the coffee table. She'd even switched on the stereo system, having found a station playing mood-setting R&B.

Her little black dress lay in a heap on the floor.

"There's the birthday boy." She said with an inviting smile as she sat up, and as she did her ample breasts pressed together, barely contained in her low-cut purple bra. Both Scott and Emma stared in delighted wonder at her body; her perfect ass framed by the thong underwear that matched her lacy top, the tight black stockings that ran the length of her legs.

"Aren't you just a ravishing sight to behold?" Emma said, shedding her coat as she walked over to the couch.

"I hope you don't mind, I helped myself." Psylocke said, brandishing the glass half-full of spirits.

"Not at all," Emma replied. "So long as you don't mind me having a taste."

Emma lent down, stroking Psylocke's cheek before drawing her into a kiss. It was soft and sweet at first, growing in intensity as their tongues entwined, losing themselves to the heat of it.

When they parted it was to look up at Scott, wordlessly inviting him to join them. He pulled his jacket from his broad shoulders and dumped it on the floor as he strode over to them, wasting no more time as he grabbed Psylocke firmly and threw her back in a deep, passionate kiss.

She sighed around his mouth as his tongue found hers, like he'd provided her with something she'd been aching for. The truth was that he'd been aching for it too, and for just as long.

He ran his hands up along the curve of her back, clutching her close to him as he kissed her over and over again. After years of control, after years of self-denial, he put all of himself into this one act, this culmination of so much longing.

Emma floated in beside them, offering her lips to Scott. He noticed that she'd taken the opportunity to step out of her cocktail dress. She stood now wearing a bustier in her trademark white with matching garter belt, suspenders and stockings.

Scott also saw, with excited surprise, that she'd already removed her panties, if she'd even been wearing any in the first place. Her freshly manicured pubic hair pointed in a blonde triangle down towards the pink lips of her pussy, which already glistened with moisture.

"Before we get too far into this..." Emma whispered gently to the two of them. "I have one more proposal."

"Oh?" Psylocke said, kissing at Scott's ear and suckling his lobe. "And what would that be?"

"I can establish a telepathic link between the three of us, that would allow us to feel the pleasure that each is experiencing. We wouldn't feel the same physical sensations, just the satisfaction that comes with them," she ended with a daring smile. "Sound good?"

Betsy grinned.

"I'm in." She said.

Scott, not being a stranger to the use of psionic ability during sex, nodded his head.

"Me too."

"Excellent." Emma said, closing her eyes. Scott and Betsy could both feel a tingling at the forefront of their brains, before the feelings of arousal that were already coursing through them effectively tripled.

"We have contact." Emma said, before planting a kiss hot and hungry on Scott's lips, her body pressing up against him on one side, Psylocke's on the other. Each of them could feel the excitement of the others flowing through them, making their blood pump harder and their skin tingle with anticipation.

Emma's hand found the growing hardness in Scott's pants and moaned with approval as she rubbed at it.

Betsy, not content to sit back, petalled small kisses along Scott's neck, as she took his hand in hers and raised it to her breast. It was full and firm but pliant beneath his grasp, and he delighted in the idea of finally seeing what Betsy's breasts looked like.

Emma gave him the chance. Leaning around Betsy, she undid the clasp of her bra and revealed the soft, round tits that ached to be free.

"Mmmm." Betsy murmured appreciatively, the cool of the room's air conditioning caressing her breasts.

As Scott leaned in to another kiss with Betsy, Emma unbuttoned the top of her corset. She stripped the bra free from it, leaving only the waist cinch on as her luscious tits spilled out over the top.

Both pairs of breasts were large, but while Emma's nipples were pink, soft and round, Betsy's were small, dark and firm. Their tits squished together and their nipples rubbed against one another as Emma moved in between Scott and Betsy, stealing away their kiss.

"Now, now, Scott. Don't be so greedy. We have to share." She pressed her lips to Betsy's, blue lipstick on magenta.

They started gently with one another, peppering each with light, little kisses that grew in need. Emma's small pink tongue flicked out to lick at Betsy's lips, Betsy adding her own tongue to the proceedings to draw Emma into a deep, lingering kiss.

Emma massaged Psylocke's breasts as Betsy took over rubbing at Scott's trapped member, now pulsating with need through the material of his pants. She took her hand off him only long enough to unbutton his shirt and unbuckle his belt. She then returned to rubbing at his groin, moaning as her lips smacked against Emma's.

They lost themselves to each other, running their hands across one another's waists and breasts. Scott watched them with quiet hunger.

Emma broke off suddenly, shooting a wicked glance Scott's way.

"I believe we're ignoring our birthday boy."

"So we are." Betsy replied.

"Let's correct that, shall we?" Emma said with cat-like glee.

With the kind of strength one would expect from two warrior women, they pushed Scott down onto the couch, his pants ripped off in a quick series of moves. All that stood now between him and total nakedness were black boxer briefs and a pair of crimson shades.

The boxer briefs didn't last long.

Emma flashed for a second into her diamond form, using her increased strength to rip Scott's underwear from him. She transformed back as she twirled the torn boxers around on her finger, laughing as she threw them across the room.

"My goodness," Psylocke said, her eyes running greedily up and down the length of Scott's cock. It stood proudly in his lap, if not in need of attention. "You're a lucky woman, Emma."

"Aren't I though?" Emma replied with a wink.

"May I?" She posed the question to Emma as she sank to her knees in front of Scott, whose breath caught in his chest at the sight of her in such a position.

"Oh, please do."

Psylocke took a tentative grasp of his bare penis. It bobbed and swelled in her hand. Her grip grew firm as she lent in and placed a kiss on the helmet. Scott groaned. Betsy looked up, her eyes searching out his behind his visor.

She drew a long lick up along the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, before swallowing the head into her mouth.

Scott closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasure of it, only to open them again to the sight of Emma on her knees beside Psylocke, nuzzling at his nuts.

The sounds of slurps and lip smacks filled the room as Emma and Betsy took turns licking and sucking Scott's cock and balls.

"Are we spoiling you, Scott?" Emma asked him as Betsy traced the edge of his shaft's helmet. Emma held his dick hard in her hand, offering it to Psylocke's eager mouth.

"Oh God yes."

"Would you like more?" Emma asked, jerking him off into Betsy's mouth. "Would you like to feel my pussy around your cock?"

"Please!" He said.

"I didn't hear you," She said, stopping her pumping long enough to allow Betsy to deep-throat him. "Would you like me to come up there and fuck you?"

"Yes!" Scott hissed. "Please!"

"Well...all you had to do was ask." Emma replied sweetly, before pulling herself up the length of his body to rest in his lap, Psylocke regretfully pulling her mouth from him.

Emma parted her thighs wide, straddling him. She kissed him hard, her hands tangling in his hair. She parted from their kiss to nibble at his lip, while her right hand ran down her body, tweaking her nipple before finding his cock. The feel of her cool flesh on his, hot and firm, almost made him jump. She grinned at the reaction.

"Now, now. Don't get too excited just yet. There's so much more to come."

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gave him a light tug, followed by another. He could feel her pussy radiating heat such a tiny, excruciating distance from the tip of his cock.

"Don't tease me, Emma."

"No?" She said with a smirk, squeezing him even tighter.

"No," he said. "I just want to fuck you. I want to fuck the evil right out of you."

Her smirk broadened into a dazzling, if not devilish, smile. She loved it when he indulged in dirty talk. It was rare, but it was often inventive.

"Who am I to deny you on your birthday, hmm? You go ahead, my darling..."

She pressed the head of his cock up against the open folds of her cunt. There was a moment of pressure as they pushed against each other, before finally the helmet slipped inside and was met with all the moist heat she had to offer. They groaned together at the feel of it.

"...you fuck all my sins away."

She moaned as she slowly pushed down on him, his cock sliding deeper into her, inch after inch. Finally, their hips met as the base of his dick pressed against her crotch. They both sighed with satisfaction at the feel of him so deep inside her.

As Emma started to slowly ride up and down on Scott's dick, Betsy sat to the side. With one hand she rubbed and stroked her nipples, pinching them gently into hardness as her other hand brushed through the tiny mohawk of pubic hair that descended to the opening of her slit. She'd thrown aside her panties long ago, leaving her dressed only in the black stockings that stretched mid-way up her thighs.

Betsy watched the tensing of Scott's muscles, his hands on Emma's tiny waist as he helped raise and lower her. She watched Emma's sculpted body undulate on top of the X-Men's leader, the man that Betsy had for so long desired. She looked at Emma's beautiful tits as they bounced and swayed, the curve of her perfect peach of an ass...

Betsy was shocked to find herself busily masturbating, her folds so slick with need. She knew she couldn't simply sit back and watch any longer.

The sensation was strange at first, and took Scott by surprise, but as he glanced behind Emma he melted into it -- it was the feeling of Psylocke on her knees, lapping at his balls while he fucked the former White Queen deep and hard.