X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ X-Factor: Xavier Cover Operations ❯ Chapter 1

X-Factor: Xavier Covert Operations

 

The briefing was simple, thankfully, but the man who was standing there giving it still felt a bit nervous, anyway. "The keyword to remember," Pete Wisdom said as he addressed the room, his black hair and matching suit nearly making him almost appear to be a shadow in the dark room, "is plausible deniability."

 

Vanessa shook her head, the ghostly pale young woman's lips twisted up in a sneer. Her multicolored hair fell about her face as Copycat said, "Cover your ass."

 

"Essentially, yes," Pete agreed seriously. "Back in the old days nobody knew who the X-Men were so they could act without much restraint. If a new Sentinel project was about to launch they could go in and thrash the place, mostly without any trouble." Pete flashed a smile, "Now that the teams have been outed, however, if they pull something like that the feds will be knocking on the mansion door in a few hours, if not sooner."

 

"Which is where we come in," Alex Hayden said crisply from where he sat, smoothly cleaning a shining pistol. A bold x-shaped scar marked his face, that and the protective set of sunglasses he wore identifying him as Agent X. He put the pistol down, "We get sent in to do all the dirty jobs, the ones the X-men can't be involved with."

 

"Almost sounds fun," Maverick commented, the black and gold armored mercenary standing to one side with his girlfriend, the Russian telepath Elena. His artificial eye shone even under his metallic half mask, short brown hair slightly messy.

 

"You have a interesting definition of fun, love," Elena shook her head, her blonde hair falling around her face. She wasn't wearing a costume, just casual clothes, but as the groups resident telepath she really didn't need one.

 

"We won't have any official name," Pete said, "and your pay will be channeled through various shell companies. The X-men will deny we even exist, and everyone involved are either former teammates or were never X-men in the first place."

 

Stacey-X chuckled, her reddish skin mostly exposed in the skimpy clothes she wore, her tattoos standing out boldly on her skin. She ran a hand through her short hair, "So what sort of jobs are we going to be doing?"

 

"It'll vary," Pete responded, "everything from simple data gathering to sabotage and even direct assault on soft targets."

 

"And your job?" Alex asked seriously.

 

"I'm the cut-out," Pete explained to them seriously, "the agent that can be officially disavowed by the X-men if we are discovered." He paused a second, "Of course, if we are discovered the kind of people we'll be crossing will make sure we're dead."

 

"I can hardly wait...." Stacey muttered.

 

**********

 

 

The sex party out in the Mutant Town district of New York was already jumping when Stacey had entered, sweeping the room with her eyes. A girl with multiple breasts was letting several young men and women suck on them, her legs twitching as she came from the sensation. Copycat was imitating Madonna over in a corner, giving a handsome young man a devastating look even as she gave him a devastating blow job.

 

'Sure, she's never been in the business,' Stacey thought sarcastically, even though she still appreciated having some backup.

 

Around the room various sexual acts went on, men and women coupling in every imaginable was and in a few that surprised even the jaded Stacey. Still, she was here for one thing and as soon as she spotted it she moved. The blonde looked elegant, even remote in her stylish red dress as she coolly observed a gang-bang, puffing on a cigarette as she watched the girl moaning at her feet.

 

Michelle Wilson was a researcher and designer, mostly circuitry and internal architecture for androids and was working on a government black-project. Even Wisdom's sources couldn't get much, but what they did find out was troubling. Some of the information indicated they were studying the Prime Sentinel technology, among other things.

 

'Which is why I'm here,' Stacey thought. She carefully modulated her pheromones, releasing a mild sexual scent coupled with a gentle relaxant, something to soften people up a bit. "Friend of yours?" Stacey asked curiously as she reached the blonde's side, gazing down at the now semen splattered young woman laying on her back on the floor.

 

Michelle chuckled softly, taking a drag of her cigarette as she said, "No, I just find this kind of thing interesting to watch." She gave Stacey a look, studying her thoughtfully as she softly murmured, "And aren't you.... exotic."

 

Stacey smiled slightly as she could almost see the woman's pulse jump, her already simmering sexual excitement beginning to boil from her influence. The girl laying on the ground rolled over on her knees as she lapped up the cum on the ground with obvious pleasure, her catlike tail swishing as she cooed softly, looking up at her male suitors adoringly.

 

"Thank you," Stacey said as Michelle reached out to tentatively touch her face, tracing the slightly scaly feel of her flesh. "So do you just like to look," she asked the other woman curiously, "or do you plan to play?"

 

Michelle's nipples poked up against the front of her blouse, her eyes glazed just slightly as she left her hand on Stacey's bare shoulder. "I normally just watch," she admitted to Stacey huskily, "it's safer, but you're so...."

 

Stacey moved a bit closer, letting her subtle scents wash over the other woman, raising her sexual excitement another notch. "Don't worry," Stacey purred as she reached out to tough the other woman's throat, then slid down to cup a breast possessively, "I'll be gentle."

 

Michelle flushed, reaching up to cup Stacey's hand and firmly press it to her flesh. "Not gentle," she hissed out, "please."

 

Stacey let her fingers twist and pull at the nipple, Michelle moaning deep in the back of her throat. "I'll keep that in mind," Stacey tugged gently on the nipple, leading the other woman away towards one of the side rooms, "do you ever play... mistress and slave?"

 

Michelle did her best to keep up in her high heels, her breath ragged. "Yes," Michelle blushed charmingly, "occasionally."

 

'Why do I think it's more than occasionally?' Stacey mused as she opened the side door, seeing a thankfully empty bedroom.

 

Elena's amused voice echoed in her mind, 'No luck involved, I've been using telepathic suggestions to keep people out.'

 

'Any luck piercing Michelle's mental shields?' Stacey asked as she firmly pushed Michelle inside, slapping the beautiful woman's ass as she went by.

 

"Ah!" Michelle gasped, stumbling slightly.

 

'They're artificial but strong,' Elena answered, 'she's going to have to be very distracted for me to slip through them.

 

'I think I can manage that,' Stacey thought with amusement as she pulled Michelle into a forceful kiss, her hands roaming possessively over the taller woman's body.

 

"Oh Mistress," Michelle moaned as a tongue lapped at her throat, biting down on heated flesh. Stacey squeezed a breast hard then clasped her bottom, roughly mauling her body.

 

"I like the sound of that," Stacey purred as she roughly pulled at her dress, yanking the cloth away from Michelle's body, "slave."

 

Michelle cried out passionately as her breast was bit, a harsh tongue swishing across her round breasts. Roughly she was shoved backward, bouncing on the bed even as Stacey paused, slowly pulling her own clothes away, enjoying the hungry gaze that Michelle was giving her.

 

"Oh come here," Michelle whimpered, "please!"

 

"Beg for it," Stacey purred as she studied the young woman, feeling heat rushing through her own body at the unexpected pleasure of dominance.

 

"I'm begging you," Michelle moaned, her dress hanging on her lush body, "Mistress."

 

"Just what I wanted to hear," Stacey smiled as she slid across Michelle's body, moving her hand down over her skin to reach silken panties before simply tearing them away.

 

"Oh my god...." the little blonde moaned, her legs spread wide as silky fingers slid into her wetness. Her dress was messily shoved aside, her bra yanked off by her own busy hands. She pulled wildly on her nipples, mewling softly as she waited for more.

 

Stacey kissed her even as she let her mutant gift go to work. Pheromones filled the air, amping the sweet young thing's sex drive and clouding her thoughts. 'Not that it needed much clouding anyway,' Stacey admitted, plunging her fingers into the soaked cunt.

 

"Oh Mistress!" Michelle bucked wildly, thrusting up and down on those stiffened fingers, writhing on the mattress as she cried out her pleasure.

 

'I've got the codes,' Elena's voice rang in her mind, 'you're done.'

 

'Go away,' Stacey shot back as she bent to kiss Michelle, practically raping the woman's mouth with her tongue, 'I'm busy.'

 

**********

 

 

Maverick and Agent X watched in satisfaction a few nights later as the Sentinel research base went up spectacularly in a series of explosions. The access codes got them in, computer viruses erasing everything in the companies mainframes even as the explosives totaled the Sentinel prototypes. "So how long did it take to get Stacey out of there?" Maverick asked curiously.

 

Agent X chuckled, "Looks like she made a friend, she was there for hours."

 

"Think that's why Stacey wanted us to made sure the baddies didn't find out it was Michelle's codes that got us inside?" Maverick raised a eyebrow.

 

"Wouldn't surprise me," Agent X laughed.

 

To be continued...?

 

Character notes for any non-X-men fans. Stacey X was a former prostitute as well as a X-man for a short period of time, Copycat was introduced in X-Force and Deadpool but hasn't been seen in a while, Pete Wisdom was from Excalibur and finally Maverick and Elena were both from X-Men, Wolverine and the Maverick series.

 

The idea of the X-Men forming a covert ops group seems like a good move, considering the current situation in the comics. Mystique is already doing that style of thing in her title, but one person alone can't easily do everything.... I may continue this in some form, it'll depend on how inspired I get.