Age Of Onslaught Part 37/37 And they did... their hearts heavy with sorrow and rage, the symphony of their powers building to a mighty crescendo as they hit Onslaught's struggling form with everything they had. And then the crescendo ended and was replaced by a giant explosion as the collected psionic, magnetic and reality altering energy stored inside of it was released. To defeat the greatest threat the word had ever known, two men who had always held the same goal but differing philosophies stood together, prepared to sacrifice themselves, to allow their very existence to be wiped out by those they'd known, laughed and loved with. No longer would the world know fear from Magneto, but they would never again have the chance to see his inner nobility, his great dream for him and his kind to live free of persecution. No longer would Xavier be there to guide his X-Men, to preach his message and dream of hope for a peaceful unity between man and mutant. No longer. They died so that Onslaught, the sum of their darkest fears and desires, would be no longer. And he was. Where the mighty monster had been was now nothing but scorched earth, the last mark of The Onslaught that had threatened to wash over the entire world. The Man-Thing stumbled to it's feet, no longer interested in the proceedings, and shambled away into the swamps, disappearing beneath the water. Cyclops dropped to his knees, closed his eyes and said goodbye to a man who had been like a father to him. Susan Richards clung to her son, who had long since ceased crying and stared up at his mother with wide eyes. "What's the matter, Mom?" he asked,"Didn't the good guys win?" "Yes," she replied, tears running down her cheeks,"It's a different kind of crying." And also, she felt a moment of sadness for those left behind in The Age Of Apocalypse, which would have ceased to exist by now. Even though they were better off living in this world, never having known The AOA had happened, she couldn't help but feel that they weren't the same person, that the people she'd left behind had been unique. - "Well, Eternity?" asked Warlock,"Have I performed my mission adequately?" ADEQUATELY, replied Eternity,IT IS NOT OVER YET. Warlock raised an eyebrow. "I ended The Age Of Apocalypse, I showed the humans how to defeat Onslaught, what more do you want?" Eternity said nothing. - Franklin, seeing his mother's sadness, wanted to do something to help. As he hugged her he wished to himself that somehow he could fix whatever it was that made her sad. And his barely awoken powers responded. "Don't worry, Mom," he murmured sleepily, tired by his exertions even though he didn't know what he'd done... on a conscious level at least,"Juba Lee will be fine." He fell asleep in her arms. - "Where'd everyone go?" asked Jubilee. "I am not sure, liebchen," said Nightcrawler, looking about,"But I get the strangest feeling that we've seen the last of any of our self imposed dictators." "Hallelujah," muttered Robbie. The Crystallization Wave washed over the Universe, then kept going, leaving it behind. "What was that?" asked Weapon X, looking about. "I'm not sure," said Jean Grey,"Something strange... but nowadays that's not so strange." "We better get down to the lower levels," said Radius, looking through the hole in the wall at The Eurasian Fleet approaching,"Before The Euro's blast us all to Kingdom Come." "A superlative idea," muttered Shaman, helping a groaning Banshee to his feet,"Come." Marrow grabbed Radius by the hand (his forcefield had still not returned, good riddance he thought to himself) and pulled him close to her body, protectively. "Stay close to me, pretty boy," she said,"I'll keep you safe." The humans and mutants moved easily together, brought together by strife and fear, to safety. - NOW YOUR MISSION IS DONE, said Eternity to Warlock,I DID NOT WANT MY ESSENCE ALTERED, BUT IT IS IMPORTANT I EVOLVE. THE MULTIVERSE WILL EXPAND ACCORDINGLY TO MY DESIRES. "You wanted the real Universe and The Age Of Apocalypse to co-exist?" cried Warlock incredulously,"And you were willing to put us through all that in the hope that one small boy would unconsciously help you evolve?" YES, replied Eternity simply. "I don't think I'll ever understand you," the golden skinned man muttered. YOU'RE NOT MEANT TO. Warlock turned to leave, to slip out of the whiteness and return to Monster Island, then he turned back. "Eternity, you didn't have to use me as your agent in all this, you could have got Roma or even Quasar... why me? Are you preparing me for something?" Eternity opened it's mouth, then shook it's head. EVEN YOU, ADAM WARLOCK, HAVE TO WAIT TO FIND OUT WHAT'S NEXT, the embodiment of all that is replied,GOODBYE, WARLOCK. And he was back on Monster Island. --------- Epilogue. --------- This time they did not make love in a tent, but in their own beds in The Falls Edge Facility where X-Factor made their home. "It's only a temporary thing," Valerie Cooper had stressed to them,"After all, you are an outlaw group." "Strange," Scott Summers said to his wife, Jean Grey,"I don't feel like a outlaw after saving first the Universe and then the world." "With a little help," replied Jean with a smile, not letting her husband's ego get too big. "Yeah," he replied with a smile, holding his thumb and forefinger barely apart,"Just a little." "My, my, there's hope for you yet, was that a joke?" They laughed together. From the moment he'd returned she'd known, the flux in the astral plane had mysteriously disappeared and their mindlink had re-opened as strong as ever. She and the other heroes and mutants had gotten into the Quin-Jet and she'd led them to Florida, where their missing compatriots had been waiting, informed by Scott that they were coming. Reed had been shocked by the appearance of his son, the blocked memory returning the moment he'd seen him. After holding his sleeping child for a great length of time he'd run sensor sweeps of everything, remarking at the large psionic residue in the air, particularly over the scorched area of earth by the swampwater. Eventually they'd gone their seperate ways, Spiderman claiming that his wife was going to kil him for being in Florida without her. They'd laughed, not realizing that he wasn't joking. Now, a week after Onslaught's defeat, things seemed remarkably like they had been before everything had happened. The only differences were that now they had a real roof over their heads and Jean's telepathy was restored. She claimed that Onslaught had been using Xavier's skills to manipulate the mind of every psi-potential on the planet, making their telepathic messages circle and loop around. The astral plane had never really been in flux, it's users had just been fooled into thinking it was. Scott smiled and leaned forward, kissing his wife lightly on her ruby red lips. She raised her own head as their lips brushed against each other, parting them slightly and kissing him back, and then they were probing into each other mouths with their tongues. The kiss lasted awhile, both of them enjoying not just the taste of each other, but the fact that they were back together the way they were meant to be, that sense of intense closeness and oneness that they always felt when they were together. When the kiss finally broke, Jean took a long breath groaned happily, feeling his hand slide beneath the sheets of the bed and cupping one of her large, firm breasts. His hand massaged and kneaded the firm, round globe of her breast while her hand slid down between his boxer shorts and encircled the base of his cockshaft. They kissed again, pressing harder, his fingers rubbing at her erect nipples as her hand slid up and down his aroused organ. With more force than usual, Scott slid his tongue into her mouth as he increased the pressure against her lips. He straddled her and she unconsciously used her telekinetics to support his weight on her stomach. This time the extra passion was not to relieve Jean's tension, but a reaction of Scott's need after being seperated from her and yet so close to her. He'd had to watch Jean Grey and Weapon X and their obvious love for each other, knowing that on that world he had to let his love for the beautiful redhead go. Also, she knew that he still felt a great deal of unnecessary guilt over his part in the death of Xavier. His rational mind understood it had been necessary, but his subconscious mind kept coming back with the traditional what if's? and maybe if I's? This lovemaking was a way of putting all that aside and feeling safe in the arms of a woman who was a constant in his life, someone he could always depend on and love. She had always loved being on top, and he wasn't too surprised when she rolled to them over so that now she was straddling him, her firm naked body as exciting to him as the first time he'd walked into his room and found her lying naked in bed, waiting for him. (*) He was happy to lay back and let her take control, staring up at her beautiful face framed by shoulder-length red hair, her slender neck sloping down to full, firm breasts with small, erect nipples. Her narrow waist widening out at the hips and moving down to long, luscious legs. Between her thighs rested the greatest treasure of all, her magnificent vagina, pink lips shaven free of hair with only a small rectangle of red pubic hair above it. He only wished he could get a look at her magnificent ass, the smooth white globes never failed to get a rise out of his cock. She smiled slyly at her husband, then ran her fingernails up and over the underside of her breasts, lightly flicking her nipples. She gave a small shudder of delight and her smile grew wide to match Scott's. She began playing with her nipples, making small circles against the hard, pink nubs. With that same sly grin on her face her hand cupped the underside of her breast and lifted it, by bringing her head down and pushing out her tongue, she was able to lightly lick her nipples, making them glisten with a combination of sweat from the heated confines of the tent and her own saliva. Scott let out a little moan and Jean knew that if she leant back even a little bit she would feel his hard cock press against her, no sooner did the thought cross her mind then she did so, loving the heat of the head of his dick against her flesh. "Come on, Jean," he moaned,"You known what I want!" Jean smiled, ignored his unspoken (verbally at least) request and leaned forward so that her breasts hung just within his mouth's reach. "Hey," she said,"You know they taste nice!" Scott reached up and closed his hands around her round, firm globes of tit-flesh, despite their apparent firmness they were still pliant. Lifting his head he took one erect nipple in his mouth and lightly sucked on it, his tongue making small circles of saliva around her nipples. Jean moaned happily and slid a finger down between her thighs, where her vagina was coating his stomach with her juices. She lifted her ass slightly and slid her fingers between her pink pussylips, fingering herself as her husband sucked on her tits. He lifted himself into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around his beautiful wife, still playing with her nipples with his tongue, alternating between each one, leaving the nipples and a small circle of flesh around each one glistening with saliva. "Okay," she said,"Time for little Scott to get his dinner." "Who said he was little?" grunted Scott in mock grumpiness. She giggled and kissed him, then slid her fingers back from out of her pussy, but kept them down there, parting her lips. Then she raised her ass and slid back slightly, Scott loosening his grip on her to make it a bit easier. Then with practiced ease she lowered herself down onto his cock. They both moaned happily, him at the feel of her velvety pussy parting around his dick and also the friction of her fingers as inch after inch of his cock sunk into her tight cunt. She at the glorious feeling as he filled her completely, making them one together. She gripped his shoulders and leaned forward, kissing him again, not so long this time but with as much passion. Their tongues twined against each other, then they broke apart. Holding onto his shoulders she began to slide up and down, gently rising and falling, her cunt sliding up and down his now lubricated cock, which glistened with her cuntjuices. Her tits rose and fell, up and down, dropping sweat off her erect nipples as she slid up and down, her cunt slapping against the base of his dick with each downswing. She gyrated her hips, making little circles which made the sensations running through each their laps even more intense. Her moans seemed timed to his, which was only natural, considering that they had never grown tired of each other in bed and had had a long time to know each other's bodies inside out. "Oh Jean," he moaned,"So good, so good!" "I know....huhhh yes... I know what you like," she cried, pounding up and down faster and faster, her ass pounding against his thighs, her cunt against his cock and they both knew they were on the brink. "Just as much as you!" he moaned,"Oh Jean, it feels so good!" The sight of her tits bouncing up down, the feel of her pussy around his cock, the look of lust on her face, even the way her hair got sweaty and plastered against her face turned him on so much. He didn't need to describe this to her, via their mindlink she knew it all already. It was via this same mindlink that he felt her pleasure, felt the steadily building intensity of her oncoming orgasm, felt the same feelings she felt. He wouldn't be able to hold much longer, and he didn't have to, all he had to do was hold off cumming, prolonging the pleasure that came before orgasm, until she was ready to cum as well. He held her in his arms, staring into her eyes as she bounced up and down, her cunt clasping his cock tightly. Jean knew he was holding it off, and she knew that her own orgasm was fast coming, she didn't try to hold it back, the steadily building pleasure was already more than she could handle. The tenseness was just brilliant. She lifted her ass up higher than before and then dropped back down, buffering the impact with her telekinesis so she felt only the pleasure, none of the pain. She did this several times, each time grinding her cunt against the base of his cock before lifting back up, her cuntlips pulling out as if they didn't want to release the fat cock inside of her. "I can feel it, I can feel it coming!" she cried, her eyes half closed,"I'm going to cum Scott, can you feel it." Scott nodded, his own eyes closing behind the visor, feeling the intensity of their coupling, the feel of her pussy around his cock and the sensations of the clasping cuntlips everytime she rose and fell was driving him to the limits. "THIS IS IT!" they screamed together. Juices exploded from within Jean, a small spray managing to free itself past her tightly clasping cunt, the rest held in by the effecting plug of Scott's cock. At the same time as this, as her cuntlips squeezed down even tighter than before, Scott was grunting and firing his sperm deep into her vagina. Jean's cunt ground hard down as he pushed his own hips up and they stayed that way for a long time, trying to keep the pleasure going as long as possible. Finally their sweaty bodies relaxed and Scott fell backwards, pulling Jean with him. Her tits pressed against his muscular chest and she smiled at him, still feeling his cock hard inside her, although soon it would soften and come free, along with her contained pussyjuices. "Wow," she said. "Wow," he replied. They both giggled. It was good to be back. (*) Scott and Jean's first time together is recounted in this stories prequel - Herald Of Armageddon - available upon request from me at : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com - Blink stood at the head of the driveway leading up to Professor Xavier's Massachusetts Academy. She turned back to the man she had brought with her, her rib still hurt but she figured the Academy's advanced technology would help speed up the healing process. "Are you sure you won't come in?" she asked him,"You don't have to stay." Victor Creed smiled at her, now the normal, sadistic smile the inhabitants of this world associated with him, but a warm and charming smile. "Thanks for the offer, kid," he said,"But what I've learnt of myself in this world indicates my presence wouldn't be appreciated in there." She rushed forward suddenly and hugged him, startling the powerful mutant who awkwardly patted her back with one, large hand. "I'm just glad Doom knocked me back to my senses," he said,"Who knows what I might have done to any of you? And now I'm in the beautiful, green world, I wish Rogue could have seen it." "Reed Richards says the Multiverse has gotten larger," said Blink,"I don't know how he knows, but he told Cyclops that it means that somehow your world still exists... maybe Rogue will get a chance to make it like this world?" "If anyone could," said Creed with a far-off look in his eyes,"She's the lady to do it." He broke away from her and turned around, he turned his head back once and smiled at her, and then he was off down the road, marveling at the beautiful colors all about him that so many took for granted. Blink sighed, turned about and headed up the driveway. - Reed Richards and Susan Richards stood in the doorway together, staring at their sleeping son. "I can't believe we forgot he even existed," Susan said, shaking her head. "Forget that, darling," Reed said, kissing her forehead,"Let's just be happy that we're a family again." "FLAMING MATCHSTICK!" they heard a dim roar of anger from The Thing far on the other side of the building,"YOU TAPED OVER THE USUAL SUSPECTS WITH MISS WORLD '98!!!" Reed and Sue chuckled. "Now, my dear," he said, sliding his hands around her waist and placing his head on her shoulder,"Tell me about what you got up to with Jubilee?" "You aren't mad?" she asked, she'd told him about her lesbian adultery the night after they returned from Four Freedoms Plaza. "Not at all," he said with a smile, kissing her lightly on the lips,"You were trapped in a Universe and under a great deal of stress, for all you knew I was non-existant forever... just don't make a habit of it," he smiled,"Or leave me and run off to join Generation X." She laughed as he picked her up, carrying her down the hallway towards their bedroom. "Although the way things were turned upside down in that world, I'm just glad you didn't end up sleeping with Doom!" he joked. "Actually," she said with a wicked grin,"I might just tell you some of the stories I heard about Madripoor." - Bastion stood looking out over the desert landscape, the sand and hills looked almost blue in the clear moonlight. "A beautiful night," he said,"A portent maybe? A sign that the heavens are with us?" Soon, Operation : Zero Tolerance would begin. It would have started earlier if not for a serious setback with M-13. They'd taken Xavier's seemingly mindless body from the ruins of the Mansion he'd blown up to keep out of Bastion's clutches. Bastion had hoped that Xavier would wake up and they'd be able to use him against such threats to humanity like the X-Men, but just over a week ago it had been reported that prisoner M-13's vital signs had disappeared, he was dead. When Bastion had come to check the body, there had been a smile on the man's face. - It had taken Cable a week to get home, he'd had alot to deal with, explaining to X-Factor just what had happened while he'd been inside of Onslaught and suggesting ways they could safeguard against a similar threat in the future. Also he'd had to deal with Nate Grey, The X-Man, with the return of their telepathy at full force the two had been in a great deal of pain whenever they came in proximity to each other. But now he was home. He walked to the door, wishing that someone had answered the phone whenever he'd rung, he'd wanted to assure Domino he was all right, she must have been worried sick about him. He opened the door and a giant, bursting at the seams, trashbag was thrust into his hands. "And where the hell have you been?" Domino asked with a dangerous glint in her eyes and a rolling pin being thumped into her hand. "Oh boy," said Cable. - He stared down at the wasted corpse, lying on the X shaped table, machines uselessly trying to keep it alive. But it was pointless, the thing that had once been Nathaniel Essex was dead, killed by Apocalypse who had then met his own fate at the hands of Cable and the X-Men (*). "You squandered your opportunities," the man said, then ordered the machines to stop their misguided, ineffective ministrations,"There is a glut on genetic material here and you wasted all your efforts on Summers, and look where it got you." He would be different, his purpose was to guide human development to it's highest point. Nothing could be allowed to interfere with this important work, the tree of human development had grown wild and heavy, the quantity decreasing the quality. He would allow nothing to interfere in his work now. "Of course," he said,"There are those who will not understand my grand cause, I suppose I must be prepared to combat them if... when, we come up against each other." Still, in a world without Apocalypse, Magneto or Xavier, his work would largely proceed unchecked. He once again congratulated himself on unlocking the secrets of temporal energy to open up a temporal tunnel to Israel’s past, a once only trip that had burned out the raw material (The two Bishops) but let him watch the events of twenty years ago unobserved, then slide through the temporal vortex, unseen by the others. Indeed, Sinister had a right to congratulate himself. (*) - As recounted in Something Sinister This Way Comes, available upon request from : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com - Dr Doom sat in his castle, angrily brooding. He'd never been defeated before, only suffered setbacks, but this time he'd been made to look a fool at the moment that should have been his greatest triumph. AND BY HIMSELF! The most galling fact was that he couldn't get revenge, the person who had beaten him, the AOA version of himself, was dead and beyond his revenge. He knew that the AOA still existed, his scanners and intricate measuring instruments told him the Multiverse had expanded immensely, indicated The Age of Apocalypse now existed as a real alternate Universe, and therefore had already branched off countless other alternate realities of it's own. But Victor Von Doom, democratically elected Monarch of Madripoor, was dead, gone on to his eternal reward. "M...master," muttered one of his assistants. Doom turned to glare at the man, not saying anything. The wretched man gulped, gathered his courage and spoke. "There is a.... scientist here." "Why would I want to see another scientist?" muttered Doom,"I already have plenty, and none of them are capable of understanding my genius." "Sir.... he's quite insistant." Doom's interest was piqued, this man was scared of this scientist almost as much as he was scared of Doom. "Bring him in," he said. Moments later, Dr Doom forgot all about his defeat, felt a new series of plans fall into place. "Hey Vic," said The Hulk, wearing a large, unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, carrying gigantic suitcases,"You filled that job of mine yet?" - "I don't want to do it," Deadpool said, sulking. They sat on top of a hill, overlooking the ocean, they were in Ireland. Terry had said she wanted to see the land of her birth as it had been in stories, green and vital. "Come on, Wade," she said with a smile,"Stop being so daft and take the silly thing off." "Terry," he said,"Underneath this mask ain't a pretty sight, my healing factor is constantly keeping my cancer in check and it mucks up the skin pretty bad. At it's best I look like a dried up riverbed." "Do ye think I care what ye look like?" she said with a smile, she had her arms wrapped around his neck and her breasts were pressing against his chest. He was trying very hard not to be achingly aware of that little fact,"I ken who you are on the inside, and ye're a very beautiful person." She reached up and pulled his mask off, revealing his skin, which at the moment was rocky and craggy, like a more human version of The Thing. He closed his eyes and waited for the scream of terror, the blanch of disgust. Instead she kissed him, lightly on the lips. "Ye daft twit," she said,"Are ye satisfied now that I love ye no matter what?" And in response, Wade waxed eloquent in his love and appreciation for the Irish beauty, the love of his life. "Guh."