All work is sole property of the author. I have no rights or claims to the X-Men or the Marvel comics brand and the mentioning of them is just to build character and will not be mentioned again after this post. If you know that you are underage, I trust you have the sense to walk away before you see something that will damage your innocent imagination...(chuckle)
" Keep in mind that we are supposed to be a team! " Smoke said to nobody except me. He knew full well that we were more than a team but I knew he just wanted to maintain his "manhood" in the relationship, so I let him have it. He's still adjusting to the fact the love of his life turned out to be a guy...figure that out!
In case you are wondering my name is Tyger. Not my real name but an alias that you will know me by since this is what you will hear most often. I am a X-Man or used to be anyway...nevertheless it's a story I care not to go over with you. I am black and Italian mixed, stand at about 5'7, 180 pounds fit, 32 waist with a 40 ass; figure that shit out! I have tiger eyes (hence the name) , blonde shoulder length hair that I keep in braids, golden bronze skin (if that makes sense), naturally hairless except where it counts.
As you should know if I was a former X-Man then I am obviously a mutant. I have all the characteristics of a wild beast. Super speed, 5 inch claws, super sensitive nose, ears, and tongue, super strength, acrobatic agility, quick healing, and razor sharp teeth. I can also transform into various stages of a 400 pound saber toothed tiger.
My man is called Smoke for obvious reasons. He is of Philippine descent, stands at 5'11, 210 pounds of tight muscle, with a nice light dusting of dark short hair over his oiled body. He has the power of smoke and can do so many things with it from teleporting, choking and blinding people, and much more.
You have just caught us in the alley right after we managed to "borrow" some cash from the nice friendly bank two blacks away. We have been traveling across the country in our Ford F-150 since our departure from the X-Men; living in motels, being heroes when we can, and occasionally breaking the law for our survival.
"I didn't do anything out of the norm. It happened the same way as always. I enter the bank hide in a corner and transform into full tiger mode then start roaring all over the damn place. While everyone is scared shitty and too shocked to move. You puff into the vault, take out just enough to live off of. Then you give me the smoke signal and I dramatically escape shattering a window. We meet two blocks away where I go human again, walk along the street and wait for your busted truck to pick me up." I said defiantly.
"You hurt a man!" He snarled.
"He was a poacher! Were YOU expecting a poacher?! I sure as hell wasn't anticipating a POACHER in the god damned bank trying to shoot my TIGER ass!"
"You could have easily avoided it"
"Yeah but you know I took the tiger thing personally..." I said as I did the sexiest pouting I could muster.
"Well...I guess I can't be TOO mad at ya" he chuckled
"Why be mad at me at all? Don't you love me?"
"Just get your ass in the truck before I fuck you over the garbage!" he smirked...
Thank you for checking out my first story. There is no sex yet because I wanted to introduce these two heroes to the world and let you learn their personalities. If there is a gifted artist that draw their interpretation of Tyger and Smoke based on my description, I would love to see them. I love plenty of feedback (but don't be a hater!) and you can send all info and artwork to Smoking_Tygress@yahoo.com Have a nice day! xx