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FIC: Hostile Takeover 12/18 - Part 2/2

Category: X-Force
Characters: X-Force -- Shatterstar, Siryn, Sunspot, Rictor, Cannonball, Domino, Warpath, Cable, Boomer, Moonstar, Feral, Magma, and Deadpool.
Pairings: Rictor/Shatterstar, Domino/Cable, Sunspot/Magma. Minor Warpath/Siryn/Deadpool and Cannonball/Boomer.
Genre: Alternate Universe, Action/Adventure, Angst, Drama, Romance
Rated: NC-17 for extreme violence, language, dark themes, sexual situations (het and slash), and character death.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a damn thing; I’m just playing for awhile.
Summary: A well known terrorist organization has made its move, and its dictatorship starts with the fall of the country’s greatest heroes. A few make it out alive, but they are on the run and in for the fight of their lives. Who lives and who dies? And where do you go when there’s no where left to hide?

Chapter Summary
: Aftermath of the first night at the new base.

Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve,

A/N: Continuation from part one.
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Shatterstar pulled the elastic out of his hair and shook his towel through it as he gently stepped through his bedroom door. Like he suspected, Rictor was still very much asleep in the bed. The Mexican laid sprawled out on his back, half over the sheets, still wearing the black jeans he had on the night before. It was his sprawling that had actually woken Shatterstar up so early; he had not exactly woken up voluntarily like he had said to Theresa.

 
The idea of sleeping next to someone in an intimate way was still strange to him. Even stranger considering he had slept so close to Rictor in the cave, but there was no deeper meaning behind it at the time. The Mexican was the first person Shatterstar ever felt that way for; the first person he ever kissed or hugged or really touched at all that was not in a fighting manner. He was not scared of him, and it was not as if he did not like it; it was just weird to him. New and unfamiliar, and he still had his doubts that he could pull a relationship off at all.

 
Shatterstar was a warrior born. A genetic half breed sent to Earth from another dimension. Where he grew up, slaves were not entitled to friends or lovers or intimate embraces. Slaves were meant only to kill, entertain, and obey. Of course, being a high ranking member of the rebellion put those rules immediately to rest, but he had been so busy focusing on the rebellion that he did not give that certain aspect of rule breaking much thought.

 
It also did not help that the only people he really got a chance to observe in such relationships were his team mates. All of the couples on X-Force proceeded with such things quite differently from one another, and he was never sure what was considered appropriate or not. All that he knew was that making one’s mate happiest was of the utmost importance.

 
And to him, that was a lot of pressure.

 
How could he make someone happy? He did not have money, and he was not a very nice person, really. He did not know how to touch in pleasurable manners, nor was he good at giving compliments. Shatty lacked the skill to communicate well, and he was kind of a snob. Why would Julio want to pursue a relationship with him? He deserved better, in Shatterstar’s opinion – even if he really did like Julio and did want him in that way.

 
It was just…weird.

 
And he was still tired, which in turn made him both weirded out and cranky. Yes he had healing, and yes he was more durable and agile than most, but he still only had four hours of sleep in the last three days. And he had moved, fought, and ran around hunting food for everyone else – he did not care that it was somewhat weak and a little bit dishonourable for being grumpy about such a thing, but he did like to sleep. Sleep helped him perform much more optimally.

 
He scowled and threw his towel on the floor, just wondering what the hell to do with himself. Za’s Vid, sometimes he wished his brain just worked like a normal person’s did.

 
“Whatcha doin’?”

 
Silver eyes moved to the body on his bed and he watched Julio; the Mexican still had his eyes closed, and he stretched his arms across the pillows and over his head. The warrior sighed. “I am standing here and watching you.”

 
A brown eye popped open, and Rictor snorted amusedly. “Well at least you’re honest.”

 
“I am always honest,” ‘Star replied, letting his eyes roam down Ric’s body.

 
“How long have you been awake?”

 
“A long time,” he replied, and plopped down on the side of the mattress. “I could not sleep.”

 
“Really? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure you snored in my ear last night.”

 
Shatterstar bit back a grin as he thought back to the jokes Terry had been making earlier. “Yeah? And you kept throwing yourself on me and kicking me. Your feet are very cold.”

 
Without a single retort, Rictor promptly lifted his leg and pressed his foot against the warrior’s back. And, like he had said, it was completely ice cold and made Shatterstar squirm away from him. Julio laughed loudly, and ‘Star spun around and grabbed his ankle. He pinned him to the mattress and hovered over his face, but Ric was still cackling. “You are such a baby!”

 
Shatty grunted and swiftly flipped the Mexican over and off the side of the bed. Ric hit the ground with a loud groan, and cursed. Peering over the edge, the warrior smirked. “Oops.”

 
Ric glared up at him, and shook the bed so that it jumped a few feet across the room. Shatterstar scrambled to hang onto it, and during that time, the seismic immune Rictor dove over the side of the bed and jumped onto the warrior. Both legs straddled his hips, and Julio pinned ‘Star’s wrists down over his head. “You’re a fucking jerk!”

 
Shatty could have easily thrown him off, but chose to play it out instead. “Are you mad?”

 
“No, ‘cause I won,” he grinned triumphantly.

 
“Did you now?” a red eyebrow perked up.
 

Rictor nodded and leaned down closer to him. “I would say that I did…”

 
Shatterstar scoffed before deciding to flip him again. They rolled until Julio was the one pinned down. The Mexican burst out laughing and began kicking his feet at him, forcing the Mojoworlder to grab one and push it toward his face. “If you don’t stop I’ll wrap your legs around your head until you can’t get free.”

 
Rictor laughed and struggled to free his leg, but Shatty kept forcing it to his face. “I can’t bend that way!”
 

“Sure you can, it’ll just hurt,” the warrior reasoned with an infuriating smirk.

 
Julio propelled the top part of his body off of the bed and wrapped an arm around the alien’s neck, effectively tying them in a knot. “If you keep stretching me I’ll rub my armpit on your face!”

 
Shatterstar could not even help the laugh that came from his mouth. “You don’t need to; I can smell you from here.”

 
“Are you laughing!?” Rictor released him, and jumped at him. They landed ungracefully once more, that time with Julio sprawled across Shatty’s chest. “You know it’s a good day when you’re laughing!”

 
‘Star swallowed back his amusement, and that familiar insecurity came back. “I, uhm, sorry?”

 
Rictor furrowed his eyebrows, and leaned down to quickly press a soft kiss against Shatty’s mouth. “Don’t be. I like it.”

 
“Okay,” he responded.

 
“Why couldn’t you sleep last night?” Rictor questioned suddenly.

 
“Julio, that conversation happened like ten minutes ago,” Shatterstar rolled his eyes, and squirmed slightly under the Mexican’s weight.

 
“Are you all right?” Ric questioned.

 
“I’m fine.”

 
“You’re acting weird now. Did you-- are you, uh, you know…” he scratched the back of his head and frowned. “You’re regretting this, aren’t you?”

 
Shatterstar looked away. “I--”

 
“You are.”

 
“No,” he replied slowly. “You have to understand that I-- this is weird, Julio. You may have done things such as this before, but I haven’t. I just don’t think that I will do it right.”
 

Rictor rolled his eyes, and pushed a hand through Shatty’s wet hair. “Fuck doing it right, ‘Star. No one ever does it right anyways! And don’t talk like I’ve been around the block because I’ve had a total of one girlfriend, amigo. And we didn’t even do anything. You're the one who was married!”

 
“That hardly counts,” Shatty rolled his eyes right back.

 
“Look, we can work on all this shit, hombre. We don’t have to rush anything, okay? Because that’s not really my intention, you know,” Rictor frowned awkwardly. “Great, now I feel like a big, fat jerk.”

 
“You’re not big or fat, Julio,” Shatterstar pointed out.

 
“But still a jerk!”

 
“Sometimes,” the warrior joked. “But that’s okay too. Because I think I’m a jerk as well. You call me one a lot and so does Theresa. If you weren’t a jerk you would be someone else, and I wouldn’t like that.”

 
Rictor sighed, and pushed off of Shatterstar. He sat next to him, staring down intensely. “If this isn’t what you want, just tell me. We can end it and just…go back to being normal.”

 
Shatterstar raised his hand slowly and pressed it against the side of Ric’s face as he gazed up at him. “I do want it, Julio. I just do not want to be ‘crappy’ at it, as you would say. I do not like failing at things, and this is just something I do not know how to do.” He paused, and pushed his hand up through brown hair. “But I like you very much and I want you to…touch me still. I am somewhat torn.”

 
Ric laughed at that, and dropped back down to the mattress so that they were lying beside each other. “Yeah…can’t say you didn’t seem to enjoy all that kissing last night.”

 
Shatterstar felt his face heat at the memory. “No, I cannot say that I did not.”

 
The corners of Rictor’s lips twitched up, and he traced a finger down the warrior’s chest. “So you want to, you know, try then?”

 
Skin tingled where he touched, and Shatterstar had to remind himself to breathe. “Yes. I…uhm, yes.”

 
“Did you lock the door?”

 
“Yes…” Shatterstar repeated, and let his eyes flutter closed as Julio continued to run his hands along the muscles of his belly. Talking about their situation or just thinking about it made Shatterstar nervous and self conscious, but it seemed as soon as Rictor put his hands on him all ‘Star could do was throw his cares out the window.

 
Rictor said nothing in reply and instead opted to use his mouth against the warrior’s throat. The touches were slow and deliberate, tracing along the pulsing artery in his neck. Shatterstar ran his hand up through messy bed hair again, and smiled slightly when Ric pulled back.

 
“You’re all wet,” he stated dumbly.

 
‘Star snorted amusedly. “You just noticed that now?”

 
“I just woke up, leave me alone,” Rictor defended playfully.

 
“I went swimming,” Shatty replied, and lifted his head to kiss Ric’s chin.

 
“And you didn’t invite me?”

 
“You were sleeping.”

 
Rictor ran his hand back up Shatty’s belly and brushed his fingers across an already hardened nipple. “So? I would’ve gone swimming with you.”

 
Shatterstar just smirked at the thought of Rictor actually getting up willingly to train in the pool; he was such a liar because he would not go. But the sentiment was what counted, and ‘Star could not fault him for that. So instead of arguing the fact, he pulled the Mexican down by the neck and pressed his lips against his mouth. That fluttering ball of nerves returned to tangle with his stomach, but it was a better feeling that time. It was not bad nerves or self consciousness, but instead, an entirely new set of feelings that only came about when Rictor touched him that way. Good feelings that made him reconsider his earlier worries; it was a new situation, yes, but it was not at all unpleasant and those emotions only made him want to strive to get better at this.

 
So he pushed himself up and rolled them over one more time so that he was on top of Rictor, settled between his legs and pushed together chest to chest. The Mexican sighed contentedly against his lips, and slid both hands against either side of the warrior’s face. They parted and Rictor looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes. “You sure? I want you to be…sure. Completely sure. Don’t worry about hurting my feelings.”

 
Shatterstar swallowed and shifted at the growing arousal in his pants; it was quite obvious what his body wanted, that was for sure. But while his mind was still nervous and uncertain, there was no doubt at all that in his heart he loved the man. Such a new, strong, and passionate emotion could not be ignored.
 

“I’m sure,” he promised.

 
Rictor smiled slightly at that, and ran his hand down the naked flesh of Shatterstar’s back until he reached the wet shorts. Cupping his ass with the palm of his hand, Rictor lifted his head and kissed ‘Star again. Harder and more hungry, and that time put his tongue into it as well. Memories flashed in Shatterstar’s mind from the night before, and his arousal intensified. His skin burned and tingled with lust, and he had the urge to just run his hands over every available piece of bare flesh Rictor had exposed to him. Just wanting to roam and learn and memorize. To ignore everything else and just focus on him and the incredible way he felt right then.

 
And Julio just laid back and allowed Shatterstar to do so. Kept one hand wrapped around the curve of his neck, and the other gripped tightly on the cheek of Shatty’s ass. Seemingly permitting the warrior to make whatever moves he felt comfortable with. And the more Shatty moved against Ric's body and felt him and tasted him, the more comfortable 'Star did feel. Less scared and more curious. It was not bad at all.

 
It must have surprised Rictor because when Shatterstar decided to go for the stiffened erection between them, the Mexican let out a muffled whimper against the warrior’s lips. ‘Star could feel his friend’s arousal against the side of his thigh, and very fact that it existed there was enough to fuel the Mojoworlder’s curiosity more. Still new and unfamiliar, but he was craving it more than ever. The temptation burning at him as if he were exposing himself to the most forbidden of fruit.

 
So ‘Star threw his cares to the wind and just popped open the slightly too large jeans, and traced his fingers along the soft fabric of the shorts Julio had acquired from the medical facility. His erection tented them upward toward his belly.

 
“‘Star,” he mumbled, low and thickly accented as he pulled away. “You don’t have to do that…”

 
Shatterstar stared down at his swollen lips. “I want to. I would not do something that I do not want to do, Julio.” And that was the truth.

 
“I know that,” Rictor chuckled nervously. “I do-- I know that…I’m just, uh, giving you one more chance to back out before you end up scarring yourself for life, or something.”

 
Julio’s insecurity instilled a quick flash of fear upon Shatterstar too, so he did not trust himself to reply to that right then. So they lay staring at each other soundlessly and motionlessly for many moments until Shatterstar decided to push the pants lower down Julio’s hips anyways. Brown eyes rolled back at the sudden freedom, and the warrior urged himself to go forward before Ric’s lack of confidence made him chicken out.

 
And when just the shorts were left and Rictor had kicked the pants off of his feet, Shatterstar traced his larger hand up Ric’s thigh and along the curves of his leg, forcing him to shiver at the touch. Their lips pressed together again, urgency for contact growing. Slight vibrations rolled off of the smaller body as Rictor’s excitement grew, and the feel of it was oddly comforting.
 

Ric pulled Shatterstar’s bottom lip with his teeth, nibbling on the fleshy pink and sucking it between his own lips. The biting made the warrior’s arousal grow, and he mirrored the action to start a mini war between their mouths. All the while, his fingers continued to play along the waist band of Ric’s shorts. Tip of the head still poking up toward the sparsely hairy belly.

 
Shatterstar knew what felt good against his own cock, and it was all he had to go with where it concerned Rictor’s. It was hard and painstakingly at attention between them, and just the fact that it was stiffened because of him was an ego boost unmatched. Despite all his faults and downfalls, Julio wanted him. Thought he was attractive and worthy of his touch. And if Shatterstar’s shortcomings existed where his verbal and personable attributes were, he could at least try to make up for it with his physical skills; even if those skills were still new ones, no one ever said he was not a quick learner.
 

He grabbed the front of the shorts and yanked them down roughly, allowing the erection to bob free. Rictor groaned hoarsely into Shatterstar’s mouth, and clutched tighter at his body. The feel and sound of it piercing Shatty like knives; hot and wicked, and it made the warrior’s skin itch for more.

 
Whatever hesitations he had instantly escaped his mind the second he let his fingers fall on that area of his friend’s body. Rictor pushed his head back further into the mattress, pulling his mouth from ‘Star’s. “Oh fuck…”

 
Shatterstar swallowed and wet his lips subconsciously. “Did I do it wrong?”

 
“No,” Rictor shook his head wildly. He forced his eyes open and pushed himself upward, turning their bodies again so that he was on top once more. Julio sat up, straddling Shatterstar’s hips and dropping his hands down to the wet shorts. The warrior released his hold on Ric’s cock for one shockingly thrilling moment as the Mexican tore open the denim and dug out Shatty’s erection. All air hitched in his throat and he stared up at the smaller man.
 

“Dios, amigo,” Julio choked out, and hesitantly gripped it with one hand while pushing down the wet shorts with the other. A rippled explosion of exhilaration shot through Shatterstar’s body at the contact, and he felt as if his mind had gone completely scrambled. Or melted. Or maybe it just died because he could not make a single coherent thought right then if his life depended on it.

 
Rictor pumped his fist down the length of Shatterstar’s erection from tip to base and back up again, testing the way it made him feel. The warrior’s hips bucked at the movement, and his jaw went slack. He breathed raggedly, and he could not take his eyes off of Julio’s face.

 
The sight of it must have been enough because Rictor climbed off of his hips and settled between Shatterstar’s spread thighs, leaned over and pressed their lips together roughly. Somehow he was able to explore the inside of Shatterstar’s mouth while simultaneously jerking him off, and it was then that ‘Star finally remembered that Julio’s own cock was still unattended to. Hard against his leg and rubbing up and down it shamelessly. So when he gathered enough bearings to be able to command his hand there, Shatty grabbed it and allowed Julio to fuck his hand.

 
Ric pulled away from his mouth and continued kissing along the sturdy jaw and down the side of Shatterstar’s neck. He kept himself propped up on the elbow of his free arm, while the other continued to fondle Shatty’s cock. Firm and fast, and it actually made Shatterstar quiver.
 

“You okay?” Rictor whispered against his throat.

 
“Yes,” he managed between breaths.

 
“Usted es hermoso,” he muttered, low and guttural with his thick accent licking his words.

 
Shatterstar’s eyes rolled back at the declaration, and had to bite back a loud groan when Rictor’s fingers moved down off his cock and back behind his balls. Pressing teasingly against the skin there before moving back up to his sack. Rolling his balls between his fingers and pressing them up against his perineum. Being touched in ways that he had never been touched before and Shatterstar had absolutely no idea what to do with himself. Exhilaration and thrilling excitement that could not even be matched by triumphant battle, it was unreal that he had ever denied himself of such things before.

 
Why had they not done this before?

 
“Here, let me…” Rictor grunted and removed ‘Star’s hand from himself. He rubbed his cock up against the side of Shatty’s, gripping both with one hand. A dull green glow encased his fist, and a gentle wave of vibration rolled off of his fingers and along their shafts. Shatterstar threw his head back and could not hold back the groan that time. Rictor chuckled at him, and tossed his own head back at the feel. “Aw, Dios…”

 
“Your power…” Shatterstar mumbled dumbly, and clenched his hand around a cheek of Julio’s bare ass. “Za’s Vid, Julio…”

 
“Fuck…” he hissed and thrusted his hips faster, friction between their erections combined with the feel of the vibes was absolutely shocking. Amazing…Shatterstar could not even think. Or see or speak or anything at all but touch and pant.

 
So he clawed at the muscled flesh of Rictor’s ass, squeezing and spreading the cheeks there as they pushed their hips together. The smaller body was shaking more and more as they went along. Slick skin running together and vibes rolling between them. Both sets of jaws completely slack.

 
All Shatterstar could think to do to make himself useful while Julio worked away at their cocks was to move his hands further down that round ass. Settling one between Ric’s legs while the other spread him open. One finger circled the opening there, and it made Rictor jolt. Made him slide against Shatterstar harder and faster, and forced another surge of power to pleasure them.

 
‘Star did not push his finger in – that was still territory unknown to them both – but just feeling and caressing was doing enough a job to make Rictor happy. The Mexican sped up his pace at the touches, all of his muscles contracting. His skin moist with sweat and his teeth clenched together tightly. “Fuck…” he hissed again, thrusting his hips as fast as he could seemingly go, cocks sliding together as he came. White, sticky mess covered Shatterstar’s belly, and Ric groaned loudly.

 
The warrior looked up at his face and felt his own body tense up at the sight of him. Julio moaned breathlessly as he squeezed his eyes shut, and his powers flared up unknowingly. They surrounded Shatterstar’s cock, and the warrior bucked up his hips and threw his head back.
 

“Fekt!” he cursed and clawed at Rictor’s shoulders just for the sake of having something to hold onto. Sweat lined the skin and made it hard, but Shatterstar needed to hang onto him. To just touch him and be against him as an overwhelming wave of pleasure started in his balls and just shot up his spine and rocked his entire body as he came. He whimpered loudly and his shoulders shot up until their chests collided. “Za’s--”
 

“Ergh,” Rictor muttered incoherently and laughed as they both finally dropped to the mattress. Ric panted tiredly on top of Shatty’s chest and lay between his legs, and ‘Star sprawled lazily beneath him. Both were tired and overwhelmed, but so much weight had felt like it had been lifted from Shatterstar’s shoulders. Built up tension and emotion finally thrown out on the table and just released.

 
“Well…” ‘Star blinked dazedly a few times and stared up at the ceiling as he caught his breath. “I really did not expect to come in here and…do…that.”

 
Rictor laughed and pressed a soft kiss against his chest. “Well after all that making out we did last night it shouldn’t have been that big a surprise.”

 
“Still…” Shatterstar reached a hand up and settled it on the back of Ric’s head. “I just didn’t…”

 
“Well I’m glad we did,” Rictor mumbled against his collar bone. “Because quite frankly I had the hugest hard on this morning when you were still in here.”

 
Shatterstar snorted and played with the locks between his fingers. “I know. I told you, you kept throwing yourself on me last night in your sleep.”
 

“What can I say? My mind works even in sleep,” he chuckled sheepishly. “And…I guess my dick does too.”

 
“Indeed,” Shatterstar yawned, and that earlier exhaustion came over him again. “I think I need to go back to bed now. I’ve had very little sleep lately.”

 
“There’s something I thought I’d never hear you say,” Ric smirked, and rolled off of him. “Want a towel or something? You got…all over you…”

 
Shatterstar just rolled his eyes, not even caring. He crawled up to the head of the bed and pulled the blankets back as his body ached for rest. “Whatever, Rictor.”
 

The Mexican laughed and sat on the side of the mattress watching him closely. “So, just so I know…are you okay with everything now? You feel better after that?”

 
An uncharacteristic smile crossed ‘Star’s lips and he nodded. “I think so, Julio. I assume there are still other things I’ll have to adjust to, but I think my nervousness has subsided for now.”

 
“Good,” Ric grinned and fished around the floor for his pants. “I was a little worried I wouldn’t ever be able to convince you, amigo.”

 
Shatterstar just watched him move, and smirked as he thought back to an earlier conversation. “I’d say that you have; Theresa was right.”

 
“Terry?” Rictor perked an eyebrow when he pulled up his jeans. “What do you mean?”

 
Shatterstar grinned lazily, having never been happier for Rictor’s powers. That pesky girl and her rambling earlier had actually made him learn something new this day. Of course, he would never tell her that. “Nothing, Julio. I’m just tired.”

 
“Yeah, I’d say,” he laughed and ran a hand through out of control brown hair. “You need anything? I think I’m gonna go get some food and clean up or something.”

 
'Star shook his head, and pulled his blankets up as he closed his eyes. “I think I have everything I need.”

 
Rictor stood soundlessly in the room for a few moments before Shatterstar felt the dip in the mattress. Silver eyes peered open, and the Mexican grinned down at him before he crawled back under the blankets to join him. Shatterstar wrapped his arms around the smaller waist, digging his nose into the back of Rictor’s hair as he settled down beside him. A now familiar scent invaded his senses, and the comfort of it made Shatterstar content enough to drift off to sleep peacefully.
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