“Do you know karate, man?” 

“Erm, no. I’ve been told I’m more of a l o v e r, actually.”

“Powers? What powers what are you talking about?”

“... -- You just vanished and came back with ice cream. Something tells me you have a mutation, and it’s not of the s h e r b e t variety.”

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                   ❝ hank—hank s t o p! this—-this isn’t you! —-❞                       he inched closer onto the wall to stand when                       the blow nearly knocked him out. doubling                      over as he coughed, alex fell back onto his knees.                      his hand lifted up in front of him, as if that would                      shield the blow. if only he could take in a few breaths                      —he could plasma blast beast away.                                 ❝ what’s—what’s gotten into you❞

     The Beast laughed darkly, taking much pleasure out of Alex's begging. He was full of pent of anger, pure rage, and the desire for revenge. To do all the things Hank couldn't. He'd been growing within Hank McCoy for some time, screaming to be let out, and here he finally was. He slammed a blue, furry knee into Alex's stomach. "You think you're untouchable. Don't you? Or, well, you did. Until now," -- another punch -- "Because you're, what? Moderately attractive? Or, what, no.. model attractive? Hank's words, not mine. Or because your parents are dead? Is that it? Pity? You expect pity? I don't show pity, Alex." He bent down then, close to his face. He placed his fingers along Alex's chin, and made him look at him. "Or mercy. And your parents will have their son back soon."

Lucien was nothing if not a first time connoisseur. This was clearly Hank’s first time at a big boy party, his first time being exposed to the world through the eyes of the enlightened and the mad. The question pulled a chuckle from his mouth, as soft and airy as any. He reached for a bottle of some liquor that was being passed around, taking a long sip before pulling Hank in for a longer kiss. “You just did.”

     Hank was looking around once more, at the wildness. He could do this. He was an X-Man. He'd faced killer robots and deranged mutants, he could handle a tiny party, and Lucien was kissing him. Hank's eyes widened, as he felt the other boy's mouth against his own. His lips were soft, and they tasted like fire. Or, no, that was just the liquor. They burned pleasantly. When they separated, Hank was still too shocked to really react. He pulled at the corner of his bottom lips with his front teeth, his mind racing. "I don't know what to say," he finally stated; a first.

"You’re trying too hard. Don’t lose the glasses next time—everyone has something, and you’re trying too hard to lose yours. C’mon, let’s get Hank to Wonderland.” The trip to the apartment where the party was being held was all a bit of a blur of grinning and thinking——well, at least for Lucien. Immediately upon arrival, he grabbed the first boy he could find—with glasses, of course—and kissed him passionately for a few moments. Deciding he wasn’t nearly as exciting as he should be, Lucien let the front of his shirt go and turned to glance at Hank. “Welcome to the edge of the world.”

     What Hank took from that: he messed up. He would have ran right back upstairs and put his glasses back on his nose, but Lucien seemed persistent to leave at that moment. The other boy was right, after all; all Hank ever tried to do was lose his something. / The party was, well, a party. A real party, like the ones you hear about but never actually go to yourself. Hank looked around at all the people; the people dancing, kissing, smoking, drinking, etc. He'd never done any of those. He watched as Lu locked lips with what seemed to be a random boy, and raised his eyebrows. "Am I supposed to do that too?" Hank asked, honestly a bit nervous about ever doing such a thing. It wasn't a party necessity, was it?

                what more was alex able to do                 in this situation? he wheezed                 and tried to push himself up away                 from the bed as he winced.                                      ❝ p l e a s e—-stop❞

"Why? Did you stop, all those times Hank asked you? I don't think so, Alex." He he delivered the blond another blow, a powerful one to his center, which knocked him right back down. "Hank could- n't fend for himself, but me... Well, Hank isn't here anymore. That sounds rather cliche, doesn't it?"

"If I’m lucky." He repeated the words over with a grin, rolling his eyes. Jesus, the fun he was going to have in the destruction and reconstruction of Hank McCoy. “Expect the derangement of the senses. You might  want to change, but I don’t think anyone will give a damn.”

And so Hank decided wearing his lab coat to this get together would be, well, kind of lame. He wasn't one to do this often, but even he knew that. He slipped into a dark jacket and some jeans, and replaced his thick glasses with his more-convenient contacts; he ruffled his hair a bit. He met Lu in front of the exit of the mansion. "This is cool, right?" he asked, indicating to himself. He thought he looked cool, but his perception of cool was probaly very different from others'.

"I’m never wrong, I’m just… less correct than I’d enjoy being." He kept his eyes fixed on Hank’s own, leaning back again. "You need a hell of a lot more than that, and something tells me you’d only find one of them here." He rose a brow at the question, pleased that Hank seemed to get it, on some level. "You’ll have to find out."

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He highly doubted that the boy’s last comment was meant to be sexual, but that sure didn’t prevent Allen from grinning and batting his eyelashes like it was all a known fact. “I’m sure.” Lucien’s a major tease. “I’m sure you plan on showing me how you’re so ... extraordinary.”

Hank had to look away when he heard Lucien's words. He pulled his hand away, and slipped it self-consciously into his pocket. Some would call him extraordinary, and some would call him a freak. Hank thought of himself somewhere in the middle, depending on his specific... qualities. "I dunno," he muttered, unsure of what to say, "Maybe. If you're lucky." He looked back up, smirking; he was joking to cover the fact that he was so flustered by it all. "So. This party. What should I expect? Should I change?"

"I think you haven’t met anyone that made you challenge your world before." He finished his cigarette off, putting it out once done. "I don’t think I was paying attention." He very well might have been thinking about David, about that paper that he had best be fucking writing for him, about words… "How did you get here?"

     Hank chuckled, his usual reaction for when he wasn't sure how to respond. "You'd be very wrong," he told him, coyly on purpose. When Lucien finally put the cigarette out, Hank thanked him in a satisfied tone. "I drove. From my home. I needed some coffee and fresh air," he explained. His blue eyes flickered Lucien over again. "You're different, aren't you?" he found himself asking. Different how, Hank wasn't sure, but he could tell.

"Then, let’s break that. If you’re stuck in a continuous cycle of what you think you are, you’ll never be reaching your full potential. You’ll be  stuck at average.” His hand brushed against Hank’s, eyes lit up in that way that had made more than one person instantly in love. “You’re coming.”

Hank glanced down to where their skin brushed. He looked back to Lu's eyes then. "Alright," he gave in, mainly be- cause he knew he needed a break, "But just so you know, I'm very above average. E x t r e m e l y so, actually."

"So is life, if you know how to properly disconnect yourself from it." He leaned in closer, that little grin that meant trouble spreading out on his lips. “This might all be fictional, one day. Why not live like nothing matters?”

     Hank could smell the smoke on the boy's breath. He kept eye contact with him, as he slid the ashtray over his way, across the table. "I think your logic is flawed, my friend," he told him. He cleared his throat then, it stinging a bit from the smoke. "So you truly don't know how you got here?" he asked, curious.