Pyrokinetic Manipulator - Chapter Four
Author: Sj-snugglebug
Title: Pyrokinetic Manipulator
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: PG-13 (R at the most…but that’s pushing it)
Pairings: Distinct John/Bobby in this chapter.
Warnings: I’m not sure ‘slash’ would be a warning here. :)
Disclaimer: Not mine; never was, never will be. :(
Summary: Before he was Pyro, he was John; and before he was John, he was St. John. John was strong, but Pyro was stronger. John would fight, but Pyro would die trying; but John had Bobby, and Pyro didn’t.
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Chapter: Four
Chapter title: Changes
Chapter Summary:
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Previous Chapters: Chapter one (Yesteryear), Chapter two (Learning Games), Chapter three (Ice Burn)
Author’s notes: My knowledge of all things American remains rather limited, so forgive me for that. Also, a late update because I’ve finally found a DVD player where my Stargate Atlantis DVD’s work! And, I’ve also bought the boxset of all three X-men movies for $50 Aus! That’s down from the original price of $70 Aus! So, $20 Aus off! So, I have quite a few distractions considering my end of year exams are all over! That’s no more high school for me! Yay! *celebrates*
CHANGES (CHAPTER FOUR)
John cupped both his hands together, letting the ball of fire grow larger in his palms. Bobby held his hands over them, smiling blearily in all his silliness.
“Of all the people to be cold, Frostbite, it had to be the proverbial ice-mutant.”
“Shush.” Bobby chattered, and held his hands over the ball of fire. “It’s warm.” He said, and leaned his face closer to the fire. He leaned even closer, nose pushing through the warm flames. “It doesn’t burn.” Bobby mused.
John sighed, pulled his hands away and extinguished the fire. “You’ve been practicing.” Bobby acknowledged.
“I figured you would add to the coldness of our situation if I burnt you.” John said, with a wary look upon his face.
Bobby glanced at him briefly before replying “I guess this would be a bad time to mention my incessant hunger pains.”
John merely rolled his eyes and stood up, brushing snow from his damp pants. “We should get moving and find some shelter.” He told Bobby, helping the teenage ice-mutant up.
The fire-mutant gripped Bobby’s hand. The ice beneath their feet was cold, and so was Bobby’s hand. John felt the rough sensation when he brushed his thumb across his hand; it was like holding sandpaper that hand been in the freezer. John shivered amongst the falling snowflakes and snickered, leaning forwards wondering whether the walking freezer would provide for any warmth.
“We should leave.” John said, and Bobby nodded.
“This was such a bad idea.” Bobby said. “I mean, we’ve been at this for five days. It’s not as if the most powerful telepath in the world isn’t going to find us.” He snorted “He’s probably just humouring us right now” he said.
“I know he’s going to find us, Freeze-beam.” John said, “But I’m making the most of the time I have free before the troops come marching back. They can’t force me to stay, you know.”
John watched him closely, and smirked.
“I know,” Bobby said, and gnawed on his bottom lip under the predatory look John was giving him. “I know, it’s just, don’t you think that this is just stupid?”
John shook his head. “Stop talking.” He whispered. He leaned forwards and pressed his cold lips against Bobby’s own, gently tugging on his bitten lower lip. Bobby turned away and grimaced, and John took his face between his cold shivering fingers.
“Don’t do that.” John said, and leaned in for his lips again. Bobby just turned away, hesitantly, with a flicker of unreadable emotion in his translucent blue eyes. He stopped and looked at John who stared back with wide eyes. Bobby leaned forwards and tipped his face up slightly, letting John press his lips against his own with a slow but sensual kiss.
John slipped his lighter into the back pocket of his jeans, and started to leave. Faint snickers and grunts echoed in the background; John stopped in his tracks and paused, listening carefully.
Bobby stopped walking and glanced at him quickly.
“What is it?” Bobby asked. John placed a finger on his lips, and the ice-mutant clenched his fists, letting the ice take over. Fast footsteps crunched behind them, and he reached for his lighter in a single swift movement, but before he could respond something dark long and hard was swung before their faces.
The words ‘fucking mutants’ echoed mutely in his ears as crimson blood spilled onto the flawed white snow.
John shifted, between a head wound slipping deep red blood and a possible bone or two injured, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere fast. He turned slightly; or as much as the plausible injuries allowed, and saw Bobby lying not to far from him with no signs of blood. The hit hadn’t been too hard, telling John that the attackers were all that old, and amongst the pain and dizziness from blood loss he felt humiliation bubbling deep in his bruised stomach. He tried to move, but his vision flickered like a broken down television. How long had he been lying there? He didn’t know, and couldn’t ponder it further as he blacked out once more.
~~
John lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He felt the weight on the mattress shift slightly.
“There’s a new kid here.”
John let out a held breath and said, “There’s always a new kid here, Bobby.”
Bobby propped himself up on an elbow and laughed softly. “It’s been over a week, John. You’re not still depressed are you?”
John didn’t reply, but continued to stare lazily at the ceiling and crossed his arms over his chest in mock consideration. “I’m sorry, did you say depressed? St. John Allerdyce doesn’t do depressed.”
Bobby settled down onto the mattress again and smiled knowingly. “Fine, then mildly psychotic.”
“I am not mildly psychotic!”
“Immensely psychotic?”
“I am not psychotic at all!”
Bobby snorted and turned to look at John; the latter boy was glaring at the ceiling. “So says the guy who tried to fry Storm and Cyclops; and all the while, sporting a concussion, a sprained wrist, and multiple bruises. I’m impressed. I, on the other hand, was lucky enough merely to get knocked out.”
“Yes, so I’ve been told many times.” John snapped back, still not looking at his friend. “And I didn’t try to fry them. I had a slight concussion, okay. Blood-loss gives me hallucinations.”
“Blood-loss gives you hallucinations?”
“Yes.”
Bobby propped himself up on his elbow again, and smiled in that eerie knowing way. John turned away and stared at the pattern on the wall; and after a few minutes he turned back to see Bobby still smiling.
John rolled his eyes. “Fine” He said softly. “I was freaking out. Just a little, though.”
Bobby just smiled and John sighed, rolling towards the wall and away from the ice-mutant.
“Get the fuck off my bed now.” John snapped.
~~
John passed the couches. He could hear distant girlish giggling in front of him. Bobby was sitting on the arm rest of one of the smooth black leather seats with Jubilee and some new girl she was introducing.
“John!” It was Jubilee again. He couldn’t stand her; but then again, John couldn’t stand anyone. He began to turn away…then again, Jubilee was the only girl he could handle hanging around him. ‘Great, another girl’ He thought numbly.
“John, get over here! Manners, remember?” He turned around. That was unmistakably Bobby. Reluctantly, he walked over.
The new girl was - John surveyed her carefully - girlish.
“This is Kitty” Jubilee said, “Otherwise known as Shadowcat. Kitty, this is John - otherwise known as Pyro.”
John snorted and dropped down on the couch beside Bobby who was still sitting on the armrest. Kitty watched him with a cautious expression and wide eyes, and Jubilee whacked his shoulder snapping quietly “Be nice.”
John ignored him, and continued to snicker. “Kitty, is it? God, what a name; that’s as bad as parents naming their child ‘Teddy’”
“It’s short for Katherine. What’s wrong with my name?” Kitty demanded, and John merely shrugged.
“So says the guy whose name is Sy--” Bobby began with a snicker of his own.
John grabbed his arm before he could further proceed. “Just try it, Freeze-beam.” He said through gritted teeth. John stood up and pulled the ice-mutant off the couch. “Let’s get out of here.”
Bobby shook his head, and John heard Jubilee whisper ‘that’s just his way of saying hi, so don’t worry.’
“I can’t. We’re giving Kitty a tour of the mansion.” He said, watching the girls leave, phasing through the door.
“Look, I’m sure Jubilee is happy to do it herself. Now c’mon.” John pulled on his arm, edgily fingering his packet of cigarettes in his pocket. Bobby shook his head again.
“I can’t. I promised her.”
“You promised who, the cat chick?”
“No, Jubilee.” Bobby paused, and looked around the empty room. John followed in suit.
“I’m going outside to have a smoke. Come join me when you’ve had enough.” John looked around the empty room again, then pulled Bobby forwards and kissed him. And once again, there was that familiar coldness; like stepping outside mid-winter and breathing the frosted air.
Bobby pulled away and shivered, breathing raggedly. John laughed breathlessly, having discovered that the ice-mutant kissed with such enthusiasm that skill didn’t matter in the least. Bobby leaned forwards and kissed him again; and John responded. The kiss was rough, vicious, and violent; the fire-mutants tongue pushed against Bobby’s. Bobby began to pull away, but John grabbed his face with both hands and lengthened the kiss.
Hands gripped tightly, tongues - wet - cold…
Bobby began to tremble, unable to breathe - John’s throat and lungs began to burn, and Bobby bit down on his lip causing the smaller boy to pull away.
John lifted a hand and felt blood, tasted blood…
Bobby quickly straightened his clothes and hair. “I got to go, okay?”
John gave him a quick glare, and said “Go, I don’t give a shit anyway.” But he did, and he knew that Bobby knew that. ‘Traitor’ he thought quietly, and Bobby ran off slamming the door behind him.
~~
John lay on his bed in a t-shirt and a loose pair of sweat-pants. Bobby tauntingly lay beside him in nothing but boxer-shorts.
“It’s so damn hot.” Bobby moaned, and lay eagle spread on the small single bed. “Do you think, if I made ice, it would melt?”
“If you make ice on my bed, I’ll kill you; and creatively.”
“Creatively?”
“Yes. Be warned I’m very good at thinking up brilliant ways to murder someone.”
“I’m sure you are.” Bobby said dryly. He paused mid thought, and then said “please may I make ice on your bed?”
“No.”
Bobby glowered. “Arsehole”
“You’re welcome.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Bobby laughed - Or giggled, John corrected, and John noticed the ice-mutant beginning to freeze himself.
“I hope I don’t melt.” The younger boy whispered.
~~
- I must be off to go to work now! A rather late update, so I won't mention when the next one will be up. Hopefully before next monday when I leave for schoolies!
Title: Pyrokinetic Manipulator
Genre: General/Romance
Rating: PG-13 (R at the most…but that’s pushing it)
Pairings: Distinct John/Bobby in this chapter.
Warnings: I’m not sure ‘slash’ would be a warning here. :)
Disclaimer: Not mine; never was, never will be. :(
Summary: Before he was Pyro, he was John; and before he was John, he was St. John. John was strong, but Pyro was stronger. John would fight, but Pyro would die trying; but John had Bobby, and Pyro didn’t.
~
Chapter: Four
Chapter title: Changes
Chapter Summary:
~
Previous Chapters: Chapter one (Yesteryear), Chapter two (Learning Games), Chapter three (Ice Burn)
Author’s notes: My knowledge of all things American remains rather limited, so forgive me for that. Also, a late update because I’ve finally found a DVD player where my Stargate Atlantis DVD’s work! And, I’ve also bought the boxset of all three X-men movies for $50 Aus! That’s down from the original price of $70 Aus! So, $20 Aus off! So, I have quite a few distractions considering my end of year exams are all over! That’s no more high school for me! Yay! *celebrates*
CHANGES (CHAPTER FOUR)
John cupped both his hands together, letting the ball of fire grow larger in his palms. Bobby held his hands over them, smiling blearily in all his silliness.
“Of all the people to be cold, Frostbite, it had to be the proverbial ice-mutant.”
“Shush.” Bobby chattered, and held his hands over the ball of fire. “It’s warm.” He said, and leaned his face closer to the fire. He leaned even closer, nose pushing through the warm flames. “It doesn’t burn.” Bobby mused.
John sighed, pulled his hands away and extinguished the fire. “You’ve been practicing.” Bobby acknowledged.
“I figured you would add to the coldness of our situation if I burnt you.” John said, with a wary look upon his face.
Bobby glanced at him briefly before replying “I guess this would be a bad time to mention my incessant hunger pains.”
John merely rolled his eyes and stood up, brushing snow from his damp pants. “We should get moving and find some shelter.” He told Bobby, helping the teenage ice-mutant up.
The fire-mutant gripped Bobby’s hand. The ice beneath their feet was cold, and so was Bobby’s hand. John felt the rough sensation when he brushed his thumb across his hand; it was like holding sandpaper that hand been in the freezer. John shivered amongst the falling snowflakes and snickered, leaning forwards wondering whether the walking freezer would provide for any warmth.
“We should leave.” John said, and Bobby nodded.
“This was such a bad idea.” Bobby said. “I mean, we’ve been at this for five days. It’s not as if the most powerful telepath in the world isn’t going to find us.” He snorted “He’s probably just humouring us right now” he said.
“I know he’s going to find us, Freeze-beam.” John said, “But I’m making the most of the time I have free before the troops come marching back. They can’t force me to stay, you know.”
John watched him closely, and smirked.
“I know,” Bobby said, and gnawed on his bottom lip under the predatory look John was giving him. “I know, it’s just, don’t you think that this is just stupid?”
John shook his head. “Stop talking.” He whispered. He leaned forwards and pressed his cold lips against Bobby’s own, gently tugging on his bitten lower lip. Bobby turned away and grimaced, and John took his face between his cold shivering fingers.
“Don’t do that.” John said, and leaned in for his lips again. Bobby just turned away, hesitantly, with a flicker of unreadable emotion in his translucent blue eyes. He stopped and looked at John who stared back with wide eyes. Bobby leaned forwards and tipped his face up slightly, letting John press his lips against his own with a slow but sensual kiss.
John slipped his lighter into the back pocket of his jeans, and started to leave. Faint snickers and grunts echoed in the background; John stopped in his tracks and paused, listening carefully.
Bobby stopped walking and glanced at him quickly.
“What is it?” Bobby asked. John placed a finger on his lips, and the ice-mutant clenched his fists, letting the ice take over. Fast footsteps crunched behind them, and he reached for his lighter in a single swift movement, but before he could respond something dark long and hard was swung before their faces.
The words ‘fucking mutants’ echoed mutely in his ears as crimson blood spilled onto the flawed white snow.
John shifted, between a head wound slipping deep red blood and a possible bone or two injured, he knew he wasn’t going anywhere fast. He turned slightly; or as much as the plausible injuries allowed, and saw Bobby lying not to far from him with no signs of blood. The hit hadn’t been too hard, telling John that the attackers were all that old, and amongst the pain and dizziness from blood loss he felt humiliation bubbling deep in his bruised stomach. He tried to move, but his vision flickered like a broken down television. How long had he been lying there? He didn’t know, and couldn’t ponder it further as he blacked out once more.
~~
John lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. He felt the weight on the mattress shift slightly.
“There’s a new kid here.”
John let out a held breath and said, “There’s always a new kid here, Bobby.”
Bobby propped himself up on an elbow and laughed softly. “It’s been over a week, John. You’re not still depressed are you?”
John didn’t reply, but continued to stare lazily at the ceiling and crossed his arms over his chest in mock consideration. “I’m sorry, did you say depressed? St. John Allerdyce doesn’t do depressed.”
Bobby settled down onto the mattress again and smiled knowingly. “Fine, then mildly psychotic.”
“I am not mildly psychotic!”
“Immensely psychotic?”
“I am not psychotic at all!”
Bobby snorted and turned to look at John; the latter boy was glaring at the ceiling. “So says the guy who tried to fry Storm and Cyclops; and all the while, sporting a concussion, a sprained wrist, and multiple bruises. I’m impressed. I, on the other hand, was lucky enough merely to get knocked out.”
“Yes, so I’ve been told many times.” John snapped back, still not looking at his friend. “And I didn’t try to fry them. I had a slight concussion, okay. Blood-loss gives me hallucinations.”
“Blood-loss gives you hallucinations?”
“Yes.”
Bobby propped himself up on his elbow again, and smiled in that eerie knowing way. John turned away and stared at the pattern on the wall; and after a few minutes he turned back to see Bobby still smiling.
John rolled his eyes. “Fine” He said softly. “I was freaking out. Just a little, though.”
Bobby just smiled and John sighed, rolling towards the wall and away from the ice-mutant.
“Get the fuck off my bed now.” John snapped.
~~
John passed the couches. He could hear distant girlish giggling in front of him. Bobby was sitting on the arm rest of one of the smooth black leather seats with Jubilee and some new girl she was introducing.
“John!” It was Jubilee again. He couldn’t stand her; but then again, John couldn’t stand anyone. He began to turn away…then again, Jubilee was the only girl he could handle hanging around him. ‘Great, another girl’ He thought numbly.
“John, get over here! Manners, remember?” He turned around. That was unmistakably Bobby. Reluctantly, he walked over.
The new girl was - John surveyed her carefully - girlish.
“This is Kitty” Jubilee said, “Otherwise known as Shadowcat. Kitty, this is John - otherwise known as Pyro.”
John snorted and dropped down on the couch beside Bobby who was still sitting on the armrest. Kitty watched him with a cautious expression and wide eyes, and Jubilee whacked his shoulder snapping quietly “Be nice.”
John ignored him, and continued to snicker. “Kitty, is it? God, what a name; that’s as bad as parents naming their child ‘Teddy’”
“It’s short for Katherine. What’s wrong with my name?” Kitty demanded, and John merely shrugged.
“So says the guy whose name is Sy--” Bobby began with a snicker of his own.
John grabbed his arm before he could further proceed. “Just try it, Freeze-beam.” He said through gritted teeth. John stood up and pulled the ice-mutant off the couch. “Let’s get out of here.”
Bobby shook his head, and John heard Jubilee whisper ‘that’s just his way of saying hi, so don’t worry.’
“I can’t. We’re giving Kitty a tour of the mansion.” He said, watching the girls leave, phasing through the door.
“Look, I’m sure Jubilee is happy to do it herself. Now c’mon.” John pulled on his arm, edgily fingering his packet of cigarettes in his pocket. Bobby shook his head again.
“I can’t. I promised her.”
“You promised who, the cat chick?”
“No, Jubilee.” Bobby paused, and looked around the empty room. John followed in suit.
“I’m going outside to have a smoke. Come join me when you’ve had enough.” John looked around the empty room again, then pulled Bobby forwards and kissed him. And once again, there was that familiar coldness; like stepping outside mid-winter and breathing the frosted air.
Bobby pulled away and shivered, breathing raggedly. John laughed breathlessly, having discovered that the ice-mutant kissed with such enthusiasm that skill didn’t matter in the least. Bobby leaned forwards and kissed him again; and John responded. The kiss was rough, vicious, and violent; the fire-mutants tongue pushed against Bobby’s. Bobby began to pull away, but John grabbed his face with both hands and lengthened the kiss.
Hands gripped tightly, tongues - wet - cold…
Bobby began to tremble, unable to breathe - John’s throat and lungs began to burn, and Bobby bit down on his lip causing the smaller boy to pull away.
John lifted a hand and felt blood, tasted blood…
Bobby quickly straightened his clothes and hair. “I got to go, okay?”
John gave him a quick glare, and said “Go, I don’t give a shit anyway.” But he did, and he knew that Bobby knew that. ‘Traitor’ he thought quietly, and Bobby ran off slamming the door behind him.
~~
John lay on his bed in a t-shirt and a loose pair of sweat-pants. Bobby tauntingly lay beside him in nothing but boxer-shorts.
“It’s so damn hot.” Bobby moaned, and lay eagle spread on the small single bed. “Do you think, if I made ice, it would melt?”
“If you make ice on my bed, I’ll kill you; and creatively.”
“Creatively?”
“Yes. Be warned I’m very good at thinking up brilliant ways to murder someone.”
“I’m sure you are.” Bobby said dryly. He paused mid thought, and then said “please may I make ice on your bed?”
“No.”
Bobby glowered. “Arsehole”
“You’re welcome.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Bobby laughed - Or giggled, John corrected, and John noticed the ice-mutant beginning to freeze himself.
“I hope I don’t melt.” The younger boy whispered.
~~
- I must be off to go to work now! A rather late update, so I won't mention when the next one will be up. Hopefully before next monday when I leave for schoolies!