A Stranger's Eyes
Title: A Stranger's Eyes
rating: R-NC17 (somewhere up there)
pairing: Bobby/John
Summary: PWP. It doesn't really fit any of the time lines so I can't summarize it. I'm sorry if it seems like John has more than one personality, that's not what I intended.
disclaimer: Duh
He gasped out his lover‘s name, or he thought he did; his voice was inaudible underneath the snap and crackle of the flames. Stumbling forward he headed towards where the heat and light and destruction were strongest, where he’d find the source of it all. Living flames swirled around him as he forced himself to take another step, and then another one.
The world was alight, white hot flames reaching up towards the smoke filled sky. Bobby blinked through the haze of smoke and fire, his eyes red and tearing. His lungs burned and screamed for fresh air but he had no way to supply it. His skin was scorched by the heat, blistering in the less protected areas. A vehicle exploded nearby, he raised a hand, extinguished the burning shards before they reached him. The twisted metal landed on the ground, glowing scarlet as frost melted back into hot steam and fire.
Peering through the billowing clouds of smoke Bobby saw a figure, barely visible but impossible to mistake for anyone else. “John.”
It was Pyro, not John, who turned and looked at him then. Fire danced across his open palm, and somehow his eyes were cold even as the world around them burned. He looked at Bobby like he was a stranger; like they hadn’t spent countless nights alongside each other, inside each other. A smirk danced across his face, or perhaps it was just the shadows cast by the whirlwind of flames.
“Iceman.” his voice was husky, exactly like it was every time he drove himself into Bobby’s willing body, “you found me…” and then he advanced, his eyes still those of a stranger.
There was nowhere to retreat as a curtain of flame closed behind him. Bobby was rooted to the spot, staring as his friend, lover, enemy sauntered towards him. John stood before him, close enough for Bobby to see the fire that flickered in the depths of his eyes. Pyro raised a hand, gentle against the seared skin of Bobby‘s face. “This what you want?”
Bobby nodded, eyes wide and pleading, and John grinned; He kissed him, lips scorching harshly and tongue forcing into Bobby’s mouth, coaxing a whimper from him. This was what he wanted, this he had always craved, even before he knew what it was that he wanted. To be branded like this. To feel John’s fiery hands against his skin, to be devoured by flames as John devoured his lips and tongue. This was what he wanted, to be able to close his eyes and not see the stranger that had taken the body of his lover.
The heat was intoxicating, Bobby couldn’t have pulled away if he tried. John’s hands unzipped his jacket, peeling the tight uniform off of his body. Bobby moaned against Pyro’s mouth as the last protection against the heat was stripped away piece by piece. He shuddered as John’s hands skimmed across his exposed flesh, heat claiming his naked body. “Johnny.” He reached forward, feeling John’s jacket and trying to get to the hot skin underneath.
Pyro smacked his hands away, laughing, mocking. “you’ll get what you want Iceman, but on my terms.” he scolded, his hand rubbing down Bobby's chest and gripping his cock as he slid down to his knees. Bobby’s mouth watered at the sight, but as he parted his lips the stifling air around them evaporated it, parching his throat and mouth.
Pyro looked up at him, caressing his cock with one hand. “This is what you want.” he said, and leaned forward. Bobby forgot the burns on his body as John took the head of his cock into his mouth engulfing him in one short move. He looked down, breathing heavily, seeing John sucking him. It was definitely John this time, eyes smoldering with passion as he took Bobby deeper down his throat.
This is what you want too. Bobby thought, before the ability to think was taken away as he thrust not so gently into the hotness of John’s mouth.
(I’m gonna stop there because if I don’t I’ll end up spending weeks revising it and then get frustrated and erase it all completely, =P this way, I’m not the one frustrated. )
rating: R-NC17 (somewhere up there)
pairing: Bobby/John
Summary: PWP. It doesn't really fit any of the time lines so I can't summarize it. I'm sorry if it seems like John has more than one personality, that's not what I intended.
disclaimer: Duh
He gasped out his lover‘s name, or he thought he did; his voice was inaudible underneath the snap and crackle of the flames. Stumbling forward he headed towards where the heat and light and destruction were strongest, where he’d find the source of it all. Living flames swirled around him as he forced himself to take another step, and then another one.
The world was alight, white hot flames reaching up towards the smoke filled sky. Bobby blinked through the haze of smoke and fire, his eyes red and tearing. His lungs burned and screamed for fresh air but he had no way to supply it. His skin was scorched by the heat, blistering in the less protected areas. A vehicle exploded nearby, he raised a hand, extinguished the burning shards before they reached him. The twisted metal landed on the ground, glowing scarlet as frost melted back into hot steam and fire.
Peering through the billowing clouds of smoke Bobby saw a figure, barely visible but impossible to mistake for anyone else. “John.”
It was Pyro, not John, who turned and looked at him then. Fire danced across his open palm, and somehow his eyes were cold even as the world around them burned. He looked at Bobby like he was a stranger; like they hadn’t spent countless nights alongside each other, inside each other. A smirk danced across his face, or perhaps it was just the shadows cast by the whirlwind of flames.
“Iceman.” his voice was husky, exactly like it was every time he drove himself into Bobby’s willing body, “you found me…” and then he advanced, his eyes still those of a stranger.
There was nowhere to retreat as a curtain of flame closed behind him. Bobby was rooted to the spot, staring as his friend, lover, enemy sauntered towards him. John stood before him, close enough for Bobby to see the fire that flickered in the depths of his eyes. Pyro raised a hand, gentle against the seared skin of Bobby‘s face. “This what you want?”
Bobby nodded, eyes wide and pleading, and John grinned; He kissed him, lips scorching harshly and tongue forcing into Bobby’s mouth, coaxing a whimper from him. This was what he wanted, this he had always craved, even before he knew what it was that he wanted. To be branded like this. To feel John’s fiery hands against his skin, to be devoured by flames as John devoured his lips and tongue. This was what he wanted, to be able to close his eyes and not see the stranger that had taken the body of his lover.
The heat was intoxicating, Bobby couldn’t have pulled away if he tried. John’s hands unzipped his jacket, peeling the tight uniform off of his body. Bobby moaned against Pyro’s mouth as the last protection against the heat was stripped away piece by piece. He shuddered as John’s hands skimmed across his exposed flesh, heat claiming his naked body. “Johnny.” He reached forward, feeling John’s jacket and trying to get to the hot skin underneath.
Pyro smacked his hands away, laughing, mocking. “you’ll get what you want Iceman, but on my terms.” he scolded, his hand rubbing down Bobby's chest and gripping his cock as he slid down to his knees. Bobby’s mouth watered at the sight, but as he parted his lips the stifling air around them evaporated it, parching his throat and mouth.
Pyro looked up at him, caressing his cock with one hand. “This is what you want.” he said, and leaned forward. Bobby forgot the burns on his body as John took the head of his cock into his mouth engulfing him in one short move. He looked down, breathing heavily, seeing John sucking him. It was definitely John this time, eyes smoldering with passion as he took Bobby deeper down his throat.
This is what you want too. Bobby thought, before the ability to think was taken away as he thrust not so gently into the hotness of John’s mouth.
(I’m gonna stop there because if I don’t I’ll end up spending weeks revising it and then get frustrated and erase it all completely, =P this way, I’m not the one frustrated. )