Game of Survival [Book One]

12

"Stop," Reaper whispered as he tried to hold back his laughter.

Psylocke was sitting on Reaper's lap, pinning his hands against the bed as he stared deep into his eyes. He leaned forward enough to place his mouth next to Reaper's ear. "I thought I told you to stop calling me by your little nicknames."

Reaper sucked in a deep breath of air as chills ran down his body from the sound of Psylocke's voice. "You did."

"And? You can't listen?" Psylocke asked as he sat up, cocked his head to the left, and raised his eyebrows while making eye contact with Reaper.

"I can, but it's more exciting when I don't," Reaper exclaimed as he suddenly sat up, stopping with his lips only inches away from Psylocke's. For a split second he looked from Psylocke's eyes to his lips, thinking about how badly he wanted to touch them. Reality had other plans.

"Psylocke," Warlock called from the other side of the closed door.

"Yes?" Psylocke responded, his emotionless face quickly turned to anger, though his voice stayed calm.

"When you're done having... relations with Reaper, mind coming out and working with Inferno."

"Why?"

"Because he's driving Polaris and Ira up the wall and the only other person willing to work with him is Death. I'd rather have Reaper train with him than Death, no offense."

"None taken," Reaper said with a smile that reached from one ear to the other. "Go, I'll be here," he whispered to Psylocke who looked hesitant to move.

"Are you sure?" He whispered back, still trying to get used to the idea of there being something between him and Reaper.

"I'm sure. Go train with Inferno and then come right back to me. There's a few things I want to talk to you about," Reaper stated before lowering his head and pressing his lips against Psylocke's throat.

On the other side of the door Warlock cleared his throat. "The door may be closed but the room is not soundproof."

"I'll be out in a minute," Psylocke said in a shaky voice.

On the other side of the warehouse Ira continued to stare at the map that he and Warlock had been going over for the past two weeks. He knew there had to be a better plan, but he couldn't think of one. Just as he stood up to get another cup of coffee, Shadow walked into the conference room with her head hung low. She only looked up when Ira cleared his throat.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you in here," she exclaimed as she headed towards the coffee pot.

"What's wrong with you?" Ira asked.

She let out a sigh before placing the cup in her hand onto the counter. "Ever since we got here, Ash has been spending all her time with Split and Ghost has been spending all her time with Death. I'd be okay if Rain weren't lock in the training room with Morph for the past couple of days."

"In other words, you're feeling left out."

"Yeah," she said as she nodded.

"Don't worry," Reaper exclaimed as he came into the room after taking a shower. He was drying his hair with a towel when he shot Ira and Shadow a smile. "By the end of the day we should have seven new people here."

"What?" Polaris shot out as he walked in behind Reaper.

Reaper quickly turned around, almost throwing the towel out of his hands from the surprise. "Do I really have to repeat myself or..." he said, slowly drawing off.

"I heard what you said, I just don't believe it. We already have so many mutants here, how can seven more be arriving by the end of the night?"

"Easy, they're ones I brought back from the dead."