The Morning and a Lesson about Mutants.

Waking up, or rather getting awake, had never been easy for me. But today it was even harder than usual. And something bothered me on top of it... I felt not even the slightest recovered or refreshed. On the contrary. I even somehow everything felt sore. Not yet really awake I realized only that something tickled my nose, that I was lying uncomfortably and that something was quite close to me. When I sleepily opened my eyes for a short moment, somehow everything was red. I closed my eyes again and tried to press myself into my pillow. I just didn't want to wake up yet. But slowly my synapses in my brain started to fire. I wasn't in my bed in my room at all. No. I was on a couch in Jean's room. And the red that I had seen and that had tickled my nose was her hair. The warmth I had perceived was her body still nestled against mine. There is probably little that makes you wake up faster than the knowledge that a woman like Jean nestles against your body. I opened my eyes and could now see a little clearer than a second ago. The sun was already shining in the window, which meant that it must be early morning, because it was not so bright then. I literally sucked in her scent and felt a deep sense of relief come over me. Jean and I had crossed a line yesterday that was irreversible.

"Well?" I suddenly heard her voice and felt her hand on mine. Slowly she pulled it back over her so that she was now lying in my arms. She turned her head so that she could look at me. "That... was... different!" she smirked, a little unsure of what to say, and I reached for the blanket that we must have lost during our lovemaking and pulled it back over our bodies.

"Is...different...good?" I asked a little unsure as she softly and in response she brought my hand to her lips and breathed a kiss on it.

"Different...is...much more intense!" she smiled then. "I had no idea I could feel so.......and...that it would be so much...fun.... Pleasure..." with those words, she turned to me on the couch and smirked. It was a warm, gentle and honest smile.

"But... next time, you're going to carry me to bed! The couch is uncomfortable!" she said, pressing her index finger against my forehead. "You have to have that much comfort!

Grinning because this was just too amusing, I nodded immediately and gave her finger a kiss as soon as it passed my lips. Her gaze rested on me and for a brief moment she seemed thoughtful, but then she simply smiled.

"What's on your mind?" I asked her and she shook hers just a little.

"That I still can't believe... how..." she couldn't finish the sentence because one of her hands had moved between my legs. I must confess that up to this point I had not classified the situation as arousing, or was still finished from last night. In any case, it was not as hard as it perhaps should have been in such a situation. But still, I shuddered as I felt her hands gently close around my best part.

"Maybe we really should go to bed!" she grinned at me and then looked up and laughed abruptly. "Or you could get dressed right now and just barely make it to class! Logan's on today, so I recommend a shower!"

"Lo... Logan!?" my lust was blown away and I jumped up in a panic. While Jean fell off the couch due to my sudden movement, she laughed brightly and while I frantically ran.

Somehow I made it into the room just in time, freshly showered, fresh clothes on and still with wet hair. The moment the bell rang I rushed through the door and saw Logan looking at me....

"Ah... a late shower..." he grinned and joined me at the table as soon as I sat down. Then his blades shot out of his hand and he grinned at me. "Being late is not an option, Mr. Wayne! Understood?"

"Yes Sir Mister Logan Wolverine Sir!" I stammered fearfully and looked directly at the 3 blades. Indestructible... cutting everything... "Yes SIR!" I snapped again and Logan seemed satisfied that he had scared the hell out of me. The others in the class just grinned and probably understood that one could be afraid of him. Anyway, I didn't have to listen to any stupid comments from them. After the class I looked for a quiet corner to rest a little. I was still tired, exhausted and worn out. I had taken a tablet to do a little homework and spent the 4th and 5th hour in self-study.

I had resolved to learn as much as possible about gene X. The origin of our "kind" as most scientists thought. I had never been bad in class, so I was no dummy, but some of these descriptions were too high for me. However, it was not immediately new information that I read here. The phenomenon of mutants was not something that was hidden from people. There were attempts to hide them, but in a world that had more and more superheroes and villains it was harder and harder to hide them. The fact that Magneto and his brotherhood had tried to wipe out humanity several times was another thing that had increased interest in the mutants. But my hope that I would learn any secrets here, a grand plan or the like... was a fallacy.

There was nothing I hadn't read somewhere else. That a mutant by the change of his DNA was able to go through a transformation which was commonly called a meta-being. However, this term no longer applied only to mutants, but also to beings that had been additionally mutated, or had superpowers that came from another source.

"Who the hell is Deadpool?" I guess I asked out loud since I couldn't remember anyone with that name.

"Deadpool is a ... Asshole!" I heard in response and looked up at the voice. There stood Beast, smiling down at me. That a man like him looked kind of scary when he smiled though was probably obvious to him.

"Such a choice of words from you, Professor?" I smirked, placing the pad on my knees.

"Forgive me Mr. Wayne. But there's no other way to express it. Deadpool is neither a hero nor a true villain. He is, however, a man who, unlike us, doesn't care about life. He is a mercenary who fights for money and kills for it."

"And what abilities does he have?" I asked curiously.

"He heals even faster than Wolverine and yes...that's possible. With Wolverine, I know you can take him down with really LOTS of damage. With Deadpool, I'm not sure. I've seen him hacked to pieces, had his head blown up with a grenade, and yet... it didn't stop him in the slightest."

"So he's the same kind of mutant as Wolverine?"

"No. He's not a mutant. He was made to be one. Some mad scientists experimented on him."

"Experimented?"

"That means he's a hodgepodge of shit kiddo!" I heard Wolverine say who then walked over to Beast and whispered something in his ear.

"I don't think so Logan." Beast replied with a smirk. "Mr. Wayne should know what the difference is between an X-Men and a man like Deadpool. He is a victim of his own psyche. You must know, Mr. Wayne, that the body can heal but even a healing factor like Deadpool's or Logan's here can't affect mental stability. Deadpool has been tortured, killed and worse countless times. He has suffered damage, not only physical but mental."

Another student who was there then also had a comment and asked, "But Logan has also suffered damage many times or? What's the difference?"

Beast laughed and then grinned as he pointed at Logan. "If you leave Logan alone he won't cut you into strips. Deadpool is completely insane and unpredictable. For example, he thinks we're all comic book characters drawn by a guy named Stan Lee!"

Not only did I just look a little confused, but the other student looked just as confused. Logan, on the other hand, just grinned, lit a cigar, and nodded to both of us. "Don't worry. Wade is avoiding this school here."

"Because he's afraid to mess with the X-Men?" I asked curiously.

"No. Because the last time he tried to sneak into the women's shower while Storm was in there. And believe me. No one on this planet wants to make Storm mad." With those words, he walked over to one of the trees and took a seat. Then he lit a cigar and enjoyed the nice weather.

I, on the other hand, wondered who this Storm was that a mutant like Logan should be afraid of, and when I asked who this Storm was, Sebastian, the other student, replied that she was a storm and weather controlling mutant who was in Wakanda at the moment.

After this conversation I retired to my room. I would have preferred to go directly to Jean, but I knew that I had to give her some time first. I briefly considered visiting Emma, but that was even less wise. After all, she was still in the infirmary and probably needed her rest.

Finally I arrived in my small room and sighed. After such a night it was really not easy to concentrate on my homework, but I realized that I had ****. After all, I couldn't just skip my classes....

Although...

Thoughtfully I stared at my papers. History of Greece. Not exactly light fare. Why should I bother with it anyway? I could succeed without this ancient knowledge, thanks to my mutant powers. I could take all the time I wanted for Jean. One simple request from me and everything would change for the better.

"No!" I finally shook off these strange thoughts as I thought of how quickly such thoughts would lead me into temptation. I had been born only because of the fact that my father had used his powers completely willy-nilly and without any inhibitions. Admittedly, I was not much better than him, but not that terrible. I decided that I would not follow my father's example. However, I was also aware that I had already made some borderline decisions and to be honest... I didn't regret any of them. But I would not use my powers to do such bad things as he did.

Thoughtfully, I played around with the pen as I pondered my own thoughts.

Hadn't I done it already? Wasn't Jean somehow under my spell after all? No. Maybe it had been like that in the beginning, but I calmed my guilty conscience by saying that I had remained steadfast despite the greatest temptation, even honorable. When I could have fucked Jean in the basement, but had not. No! It had been her decision from then on. She herself had wanted everything from that moment on. It was not my fault that I was the better man. It wasn't my fault that Scott didn't seem to be a good lover. In fact, I was doing Scott a favor.

That I had manipulated Emma, Susan Storm and even PRofessor X, I realtiv easily pushed out of my head, even if the thought of the two blondes immediately put me back into a certain mood.

Unfortunately for me, however, there was a knock at the door and Scott stuck his head in the door.

"Hey Dean. Jean told me to tell you it's time for practice later tonight."

"Thanks a lot Scott... oh...that reminds me.... Would you please be so good and go and see Emma? It would mean a lot to me if you would let her feel how great her tits are. Would you do me that favor?"

"Sure thing Dean. I'll see you at practice."