Writer's notes:My apologies to everyone who has been following my ongoing fan-fics, computer problems and major writer's block (as well as lazyiness on my part) are to blame. In an attempt to get back to work I'm trying a little story which also happens to answer one of Luba's wish list wishes.<g>

Hope you like it.

Kitty walked down the elegent spiral stairway with slow steady steps, while soft music played in the background.

She wore neither her X-Man uniform nor her normal street clothes, but instead a tight fitting black body suit of leather and steel studs. With one hand she slapped the open palm of the other with a equally black leather whip while she muttered words best left unheard beneath her breath.

She came to the bottom of the stairway, and surveyed the scene before her.

The whip came down harder.

The walls of the room were hidden behind curtains of silk and velvet, the floor covered by a deep plush carpet and lit by a circle of chandeliers hanging from the ceiling high above.

Kitty snapped the whip to her side -- smacking her thigh accidently, hard enough to make her wince.

It did little to calm her temper and she began to turn around when muttered words from the two figures kneeing in the center of room refocused her attention.

Both were naked save for the small loin clothes hanging at their waists and the steel collars about their necks.

And both were abasing themselves to her, praising her greatness and begging, *begging* her to 'punish' them.

Kitty glared down at both through the leather half mask she wore, and her eyes flared.

She knew both of these men. Knew their faces, and their forms, and knew them... knew them oh so well.

Peter Rasputin.

Kurt Wagner.

Kitty's grip on the whip handle tightened so hard that the leather creaked beneath her fingers, and her whole body trembled with barely contained emotions as the two men crawled up to her and pawed her ankles, begging for their punishments.

Her teeth grinding, Kitty raised the whip high above her head and...

...spun on her heels and, looking up at the blank wall, shouted:

"Illyana!!"

There was silence, then an exasperated voice answered:

"What?"

"What!?!" replied an equally exasperated Kitty. "What?! Look at them, Yana!"

"And?"

"Are you insane?!"

"Is that an rhetorical question?"

"Argghh!"

"Oh, come on, Kitty," began Illyana as a section of the wall some twenty feet up blurred and cleared to review the control window of the X-Men's danger room.

"Come on nothing. That's your brother (or the image thereof) there, as well as one of my best friends -- and they're both my teammates!"

"And very yummy teammates, too."

"Illyana!"

"Calm down, Kitty," answered Illyana with a huge grin. "Climb down from your white high horse and come over to the dark side -- at least for a couple of hours."

"I thought you were going to pick people I didn't know, like Tom Cruise or whatnot."

"Hmmmmm, maybe next time..."

"Next time!"

"Stop stalling, Kitty, we've only a few hours before the other get back, and I want to get my turn in too."

"How did I ever let you talk me into this?'

"I didn't talk you into this, you agreed to."

"No, I lost a bet with you and..... Wait a minute -- ah, no, you didn't!"

"Didn't?" replied the smiling girl.

"Oh yes you did, you rotten no good 'time traveling' teleporting mutant witch! That's the last time I gamble on a Cubs game with you."

"Wanna bet?" answered Illyana, as her grin grew even wider.

"Uh oh!"