An X2 fic? OH MY GOD!
Fic: The Halo and the Noose
Author: the_smooth_one
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Post X2. Slight bit of boy on boy, slight bit of violence.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Pairing: Bobby/John
Summary: Bobby used to think John was perfect. John proves otherwise.
Notes: Inspired by The Noose by A Perfect Circle.
Cross-posted in here, x_slash, and dry_ice
Your halo's slipping down to choke you now
-The Noose, A Perfect Circle
Once upon a time, John Allerdyce could no wrong in Bobby Drake's eyes. No matter how many times John teased him for coming from a well-to-family, no matter how many times he melted all of Bobby's ice statues, no matter how many times he borrowed Bobby's flannels without asking...John could do anything he wanted, and Bobby would say it was alright. In Bobby's eyes, John was perfect.
But then John did something Bobby never, ever expected he would do. He left. And sure, it hurt, John leaving to join Magneto. Sure, it was painful, John turning to the dark side. And of course, it hurt, more than anything else in this world, that John didn't say goodbye when he left.
And while everyone had been quick to scorn John, while everyone had jumped at the chance to write him off, while everyone had no problems thinking of him as the enemy, Bobby hadn’t been able to do it. It hadn’t mattered how many times Rogue had told him to forget John, it hadn’t mattered how many times Professor Summers questioned him about the last things John had said to him, it hadn’t mattered how many times the Professor went off at the mouth about how, when a war comes, Bobby’s going to be the secret weapon in stopping John.
Despite all the things John had done, to the team and to him, and despite all the things everyone told him to try to make him forget, Bobby still believed, he still worshiped the ground John walked in. In his dreams, John still had wings, John still wore a halo, John was still perfect and still could do no wrong.
For months afterwards, Bobby believed this, with all of his heart. That's why when Bobby saw John for the first time in eight months, he ran up to John and grabbed him by the shoulder, a smile on his face and a song in his heart.
He hadn't noticed the way John's smile hadn't quite reached his eyes. Nor did Bobby notice the way John's voice had become distant, and colder. All he could see was John the way he used to be, wings on his back, halo gleaming, utterly perfect and belonging to Bobby.
He followed John eagerly to his hotel room, a giant suite that John was staying in for a week, for reasons John wouldn't tell Bobby. That was okay, though, because at that moment, John could do no wrong. In Bobby's mind, John was still perfect. In Bobby's mind, John had been waiting to be rescued, John had been waiting to be saved.
But what Bobby believed and what actually were were two entirely different things, and John wasted no time showing this to Bobby. Bobby managed to get his coat off before John had grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him up against the wall, causing Bobby's head to hit the wall with a dull thud. John said nothing, no sorry, no oops, and just starting kissing Bobby, prying Bobby's mouth open and shoving his tongue inside, rough and bruising and not at all like how John used to kiss him.
But it was alright, because when Bobby opened his eyes, he could still see the halo.
John ended up grabbing Bobby's hands, kept Bobby pressed up against the wall, kissed him with ferocity and anger. He said nothing and even that was fine, although Bobby wished he could hear the things John used to say, things like, "You feel so good" and "So perfect" and "Love you so much." No, this time John just grunted and growled, his mouth latched onto Bobby's neck, biting down hard, and while it did hurt, it was still okay. This was still perfect.
Until John pulled away, and punched Bobby straight in the face.
Bobby slid down to the floor, his hand immediately covering his nose, and he looked up at John, eyes watering. John said nothing as he stared down at him, said nothing as Bobby attempted to find the words. "John..." he stuttered, holding out his hand.
And no matter how many times Bobby has tried to forget the words, he will never forget the only thing John said to him. "You were a noose," he said, his voice extremely cold. "And you stopped choking me the day I left."
That was the last thing Bobby and John said to each other, as Bobby merely picked himself up and walked out the door, shutting it with a soft, final click. And before he walked out that door, in his eyes, John could still do no wrong, John was still perfect, John still had wings and still had a halo above his head. But when he turned back, to look at John one last time, everything Bobby believed, everything he thought of John was shattered beyond repair, falling down to choke him, like a noose.
John's halo was no more.
Author: the_smooth_one
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Post X2. Slight bit of boy on boy, slight bit of violence.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Pairing: Bobby/John
Summary: Bobby used to think John was perfect. John proves otherwise.
Notes: Inspired by The Noose by A Perfect Circle.
Cross-posted in here, x_slash, and dry_ice
Your halo's slipping down to choke you now
-The Noose, A Perfect Circle
Once upon a time, John Allerdyce could no wrong in Bobby Drake's eyes. No matter how many times John teased him for coming from a well-to-family, no matter how many times he melted all of Bobby's ice statues, no matter how many times he borrowed Bobby's flannels without asking...John could do anything he wanted, and Bobby would say it was alright. In Bobby's eyes, John was perfect.
But then John did something Bobby never, ever expected he would do. He left. And sure, it hurt, John leaving to join Magneto. Sure, it was painful, John turning to the dark side. And of course, it hurt, more than anything else in this world, that John didn't say goodbye when he left.
And while everyone had been quick to scorn John, while everyone had jumped at the chance to write him off, while everyone had no problems thinking of him as the enemy, Bobby hadn’t been able to do it. It hadn’t mattered how many times Rogue had told him to forget John, it hadn’t mattered how many times Professor Summers questioned him about the last things John had said to him, it hadn’t mattered how many times the Professor went off at the mouth about how, when a war comes, Bobby’s going to be the secret weapon in stopping John.
Despite all the things John had done, to the team and to him, and despite all the things everyone told him to try to make him forget, Bobby still believed, he still worshiped the ground John walked in. In his dreams, John still had wings, John still wore a halo, John was still perfect and still could do no wrong.
For months afterwards, Bobby believed this, with all of his heart. That's why when Bobby saw John for the first time in eight months, he ran up to John and grabbed him by the shoulder, a smile on his face and a song in his heart.
He hadn't noticed the way John's smile hadn't quite reached his eyes. Nor did Bobby notice the way John's voice had become distant, and colder. All he could see was John the way he used to be, wings on his back, halo gleaming, utterly perfect and belonging to Bobby.
He followed John eagerly to his hotel room, a giant suite that John was staying in for a week, for reasons John wouldn't tell Bobby. That was okay, though, because at that moment, John could do no wrong. In Bobby's mind, John was still perfect. In Bobby's mind, John had been waiting to be rescued, John had been waiting to be saved.
But what Bobby believed and what actually were were two entirely different things, and John wasted no time showing this to Bobby. Bobby managed to get his coat off before John had grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him up against the wall, causing Bobby's head to hit the wall with a dull thud. John said nothing, no sorry, no oops, and just starting kissing Bobby, prying Bobby's mouth open and shoving his tongue inside, rough and bruising and not at all like how John used to kiss him.
But it was alright, because when Bobby opened his eyes, he could still see the halo.
John ended up grabbing Bobby's hands, kept Bobby pressed up against the wall, kissed him with ferocity and anger. He said nothing and even that was fine, although Bobby wished he could hear the things John used to say, things like, "You feel so good" and "So perfect" and "Love you so much." No, this time John just grunted and growled, his mouth latched onto Bobby's neck, biting down hard, and while it did hurt, it was still okay. This was still perfect.
Until John pulled away, and punched Bobby straight in the face.
Bobby slid down to the floor, his hand immediately covering his nose, and he looked up at John, eyes watering. John said nothing as he stared down at him, said nothing as Bobby attempted to find the words. "John..." he stuttered, holding out his hand.
And no matter how many times Bobby has tried to forget the words, he will never forget the only thing John said to him. "You were a noose," he said, his voice extremely cold. "And you stopped choking me the day I left."
That was the last thing Bobby and John said to each other, as Bobby merely picked himself up and walked out the door, shutting it with a soft, final click. And before he walked out that door, in his eyes, John could still do no wrong, John was still perfect, John still had wings and still had a halo above his head. But when he turned back, to look at John one last time, everything Bobby believed, everything he thought of John was shattered beyond repair, falling down to choke him, like a noose.
John's halo was no more.