Fic: Soul on Fire, Pyro/Multiple Man, MA
Title: Soul on Fire
Author: Sionnain
Character/Pairing: Pyro/Multiple Man, Juggernaut
Timeline: During X3, contains spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and I make no money from this (sadly).
Rating: MA
Warnings: Some explosions and some boyslash, in just that order.
Summary: The night before the attack on Alcatraz, Pyro accompanies Multiple Man and Juggernaut to a bar. He wants to see if modern movies really have it right about what to do the night before a battle.
AN: Written for worblehat for this year’s xmmficathon; her request was the following: Mutiple wants to go into town and convinces or kidnaps (up to you) Pyro and Juggernaut to go with. In the course of the evening, Multiple and Pyro end up together and Juggernaut watches (preferably without hiding himself; perhaps the other two are too "engaged" in their activities to notice?). Snarky and/or hurried Sex preferable. Set during X3. Don’t know how snarky the sex is, but it’s definitely hurried. *g* Thanks go to lonelywalker for a wonderful beta! The song title is from a Danzig song, as is the quote.
Soul on fire
Melt you down more than once or twice
Make you shake till worlds align
See your body tremble with the blood on fire
'Cause the season in my veins
Will end your world
Pyro had no idea what he was supposed to do the night before a battle, but according to war movies he’d watched with his friends, he should either be getting drunk or fucked or both. The problem was, the men in the movies were working for the good ol’ US Army. Pyro was fairly certain the United States Armed Forces were a bit more lenient with their soldiers than was Magneto with his, though.
Pyro didn’t even want to think of what would happen to him if Magneto caught him drinking the night before they were supposed to go take out the cure facility. Whatever it was, it would likely be painful. Magneto didn’t put up with mistakes of any sort, and Pyro had learned early on to do his best not to make any. A few nights chained up in one of the cells at the fortress had taught him that.
Maybe he’ll leave you to the cops, like he did Mystique, and they’ll force the cure on you just like they did to her. The thought made him send out a little bit of flame to singe his skin, just to assure himself he still could. He thought about Mystique, lying abandoned and betrayed and naked before them, and tried not to shudder.
“Hey. Pyro, is it?”
The voice drew him out of his thoughts, and Pyro wasn’t sure if he were relieved or grateful for the introduction. He squinted into the darkness and saw the man leaning against a tree, long lanky body pressed back against the bark. Jamie Madrox, the mutant known as Multiple Man. The bank robber. “Yeah,” Pyro said, moving closer.
“Thanks for getting me out of that prison transport, kid. Helluva thing that happened to your blue friend.”
Well, that was one way to put it. Pyro shrugged, kicking at the ground with the top of his boot. “Yeah,” he said again, thrusting his hands in his pocket. He’d left his lighter back at the fortress, right on the stainless-steel bedside table. He suddenly wished he’d brought it with him. Not because he needed to use it, because the feel of it would have been familiar and comforting. Security lighter.
“A man of few words. I like that. Hey, you don’t mind that I called you kid, do you?”
Of all the things Pyro minded in the last few days, Jamie Madrox’s hastily spoken epithet was surely not one of them. “Not really. You ready to do your part tomorrow?” He tried to make his voice sound official, but it was just tired. For ten minutes he’d like to be Pyro the mutant, not Pyro: Magneto’s-new-second-in-command.
“Yeah. I just gotta surrender. Easy stuff.”
“They’ll take you back to jail,” Pyro reminded him, though he didn’t know why he was pointing that out. Obviously Multiple Man knew the predicted outcome of that little scenario, right?
“You guys got me out this time, and I figure a metal prison isn’t a very good barrier against a man who controls metal, yeah? So what’s to worry about?”
Pyro wished he had the same sentiment about tomorrow. His stomach twisted with nerves, though he wouldn’t admit to it if asked. He wasn’t scared, exactly, but he wished it would hurry up and get here. He fucking hated waiting around for shit to happen. “Never said I was worried,” he lied gruffly, then turned to go. He should probably see if Magneto needed anything, or check on the watch schedule, or do something useful.
So no one leaves me here in the morning.
“Hey, Pyro,” Madrox said, in the tone of voice that sounded like he was about to offer up something stupid and probably illegal. The kind of thing Pyro never could quite resist. He halted and looked over his shoulder.
“What?”
“I was thinking maybe I’d go get a drink. You know. Just one or two? You want to come with me? There’s a bar up the road, just a bit.”
There were a thousand reasons why Pyro shouldn’t agree. Magneto would be furious, for one. He had guard duty later that night, for another. Mystique had always pressed upon him the seriousness of their cause and their devotion to duty.
Yeah, and look what the fuck happened to her.
Pyro looked at his watch and then shrugged. “Why not?”
* * *
The bar was several miles up the road, and mostly empty, which was probably a good thing.
There were a few hunters in a table in the back, drinking beer out of bottles and muttering about politics and hippies and mutants. Pyro thought maybe he’d have trouble getting a drink since he was underage, but the bartender didn’t even so much as flinch as Pyro ordered himself a beer.
It was him and Madrox and Marko, that big fucker that called himself “Juggernaut”, and Pyro sat in a chair facing the door and tried to discern whatever it was Juggernaut was saying in that accent of his. He sounded like he should be on a Monty Python episode.
The conversation at their table was hardly thrilling. Madrox was fond of talking very fast, and Marko’s focus was apparently on drinking as much beer as possible before they left. “I’m a big bloke,” he said, shrugging as he went for his third while Pyro was barely halfway done with his first. “Takes me a lot to get drunk.”
Pyro spent most of his time resisting the urge to set his beer bottle on fire and watching Madrox. The man reminded Pyro of a weasel; his eyes were quick and dark like spilled oil, and his smile was slick and far too practiced to be genuine.
Pyro didn’t really care about Madrox’s sincerity or lack thereof at the moment, however. Instead, he watched Jamie’s fingers as he slid them up and down the neck of the beer bottle, and something slow and hot pulsed in Pyro’s blood to replace his earlier nervousness. Pyro ordered another beer, leaning back in his seat and meeting Madrox’s gaze, and wondered if there were some other reason why the man had invited him along on this little trip.
Madrox leaned forward and nodded towards the hunters, dressed in flannel and talking even less than the three of them. “Want a little practice for the morning?” he asked softly, and his breath smelled like beer but for some reason Pyro didn’t mind.
“They’re just flatscans. Not even worth the effort,” Pyro said with a shrug, bringing the bottle to his lips. He slid his lips around the glass opening and imagined it was something else.
Madrox smiled like he knew what Pyro was doing, and maybe he did. “Yeah? Or are you just scared?”
Pyro put his beer down on the table and leaned back in his chair, stretching his body and watching to see if Madrox noticed. He did; the other man’s eyes traveled down Pyro’s lanky body in a way that you didn’t look at another man unless you meant it. Pyro’s mouth lifted in a smile. He knew this game well enough, and he almost told Jamie that it would have worked just as well without the alcohol.
“Scared? To catch three stupid humans on fire?”
“Four, counting the bartender,” Madrox muttered, doing something rather obscene to his beer bottle with his tongue.
Pyro laughed, feeling the slow rush of desire spread along with the heady desire to burn. He shifted on his seat and licked his lips, wetting them slowly. Madrox noticed, just as Pyro thought he would. “What do you think?”
“Wait a bloody minute, we about to cause some trouble, are we?” Juggernaut’s voice interrupted them, and Pyro stifled a quick flare of irritation. This was a game they were playing, he and Madrox; a game to which the big dude was most certainly not invited.
“You should get another beer,” Pyro said evasively, nodding towards the bar. “Thought I heard that guy say in the corner you couldn’t drink more than him, and he’s on his fifth.”
Marko gave a low, rumbling growl and stood up, nearly knocking the table over as he did so. “Fuckin’ Yank beer. Take a gallon to get a snail pissed, it would.” He set off for the bar, and Pyro laughed as he saw Juggernaut order two more bottles of Miller Lite with a glare towards the back table of hunters, who all appeared oblivious to the larger man’s ire.
“Don’t think those beers are for us,” Madrox said, and Pyro looked up at him with consideration and a little bit of irritation. How long were they going to play this game, anyway? He had guard duty in an hour.
“Don’t need anymore, actually,” Pyro said, shoving his bottle away. Should he just come out and say it?
I’ll fuck you now if you want. He wondered if Jamie was going to suddenly turn into four people or something. Pyro didn’t have that much time, as entertaining as the thought might be.
“What if I wanted to watch you burn it down?” There was a light in Madrox’s eyes that made Pyro wonder if the other man was maybe a little crazy. Then again, there was a bulge in Pyro’s pants that said he really didn’t care if he was.
“If you want.”
Madrox smiled at him. “Oh, I want.”
“Okay.” Pyro stood up and cased the small establishment, wondering where the best place would be to throw the fire. The actual bar, probably, so the liquor would explode. The three humans might make it out, but the bartender probably wouldn’t unless he was a lot faster than he looked.
It didn’t matter. It would be a pretty nice explosion regardless. Pyro rubbed his thumb over his palm and let a little of the flame burn his hand. He hoped he wasn’t reading this thing with Multiple Man all wrong, but either way, it’d be nice to blow something up. It always was, wasn’t it?
They found Juggernaut at the bar, and Madrox clapped him on the shoulder in a rough gesture of camaraderie. “Time to go, big guy.”
“But I just ordered another,” Marko complained, and turned to Pyro with narrowed eyes. “You decide we needed to go play soldier, you bloody little runt?”
Jamie leaned forward and whispered something in Juggernaut’s ear. Marko smiled slowly and gazed at Pyro with sudden approval chasing away his earlier disdain. “Well, now, why didn’t you just say so, eh? That’s a fair sight better than drinking more of this piss-water beer, that is.”
At least, that was what it sounded like Juggernaut said. The man needed to fucking learn how to speak English. Pyro straightened his shoulders and nodded to the door.
Once outside, Juggernaut and Multiple Man stood a few feet behind him, waiting expectantly. “Go on, then,” Marko said, sounding a little bored.
Pyro inhaled the scent of night through his nose and breathed in deep, casting his eyes heavenward for a second as if he were praying. The stars gleamed above, cold and disinterested. He expelled his breath and reached inward for the power, sending the flames out with a wild, manic laugh.
It was like sex, every fucking time.
His control had gotten better with the help of the wrist device Magneto had designed. He knew just where to aim it, just how much to send towards the dusty bottles of liquor lining the dirty mirror behind the bar. The sky exploded in bright, beautiful orange, and smoke rose high in the air to drown out the stars.
Juggernaut whistled appreciatively. There was some screaming, but it stopped pretty quickly. No one ran out of the bar on fire, which Pyro was sort of sad about, because that was always entertaining. Still, they should probably leave pretty quick in case someone had survived.
Madrox ended up standing next to him, and Pyro felt the other man’s hand on his shoulder. It wasn’t the same sort of brotherly-clap like Madrox had given Marko, either. “Fuck me,” Madrox breathed, his breath warm as flame on Pyro’s neck, and just as enticing.
Pyro tilted his head back and smiled slowly, tasting smoke. “That was the plan, yeah.”
* * *
They didn’t have a lot of time for it, but it wasn’t like Pyro needed much in the way of seduction or foreplay. The explosion had pretty much done it for him.
Madrox shoved him hard against a tree, his mouth hot on Pyro’s neck. “You’re burning up,” he muttered, voice thick with lust, hand sliding down the front of Pyro’s pants.
Pyro threw his head back and Jamie kissed him hard, his teeth scraping Pyro’s lip. Jamie’s erection was pressed against Pyro’s hip, and his fingers found Pyro’s cock and wrapped tight around it. “Christ, like I said, burning up…”
Pyro curled his fingers into the bark, wincing at the pain and not caring how it was scraping at him as he pushed back, grinding his ass into Jamie’s erection. “Yeah. Fuck, that’s…” He threw his head back, eyes closed, watching colors sharpen and dance behind his eyelids.
Jamie kissed him again, hand moving up and down with hurried, determined speed on Pyro’s cock. Pyro leaned forward and pressed his face against the tree, the bark scraping lightly against his cheek as he groaned and came, warm and wet, all over Jamie’s fingers.
Pyro slumped forward when it was over, struggling for breath, then turned so his back was against the trunk. Jamie’s hands pressed urgently on his shoulders and Pyro went to his knees without a word, fingers scrabbling at Jamie’s pants and hurriedly releasing his erection. Jamie’s hand fisted in his hair and jerked him forward, and Pyro opened his mouth eagerly.
Pyro sucked hard at Jamie’s cock, tilting his head back and looking upwards, pulling against the tight grip on his hair. It felt good, and Jamie’s cock in his mouth felt good, and somewhere he felt the slightest burn of flame in the air. That felt good, too. It was fast and hurried and exactly what Pyro needed.
Jamie thrust his hips hard and came with a low moan, spilling himself down Pyro’s throat. Pyro remained on his knees for a moment and then stood up, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, leaning insolently back against the tree once more.
Jamie gave a rough laugh and fixed his clothing, then ruffled Pyro’s hair in a way that was either meant to be demeaning or affectionate. Pyro didn’t really give a shit which it was. He’d gotten what he’d wanted, and Madrox and his attitude could go fuck off for all he cared.
“Thanks, kid. That was just what I needed. Something to think about while I’m in jail for the cause, you know?”
“Yeah. Don’t mention it,” Pyro murmured, his voice drowsy. He still had guard duty, but it didn’t seem to be such a big deal anymore. The fire and the sex and the alcohol had definitely done their job, and his nerves seemed much more settled. Those war movies obviously had gotten something right when it came to the part about fucking. He’d see in the morning if it was the same about actual battles.
Pyro watched Madrox saunter off into the darkness, then turned and went in the opposite direction towards the camp and his impending guard duty. As he walked he felt that same small tickle of flame against his skin, and reached out for it with his power. He laughed when he heard a low shout and a muttered curse coming from the darkness. Serves you right for watching without an invitation.
“Ain’t like I meant to watch,” Juggernaut called out from somewhere in the shadows, obviously putting together why his cigarette had just combusted in his face. “You two just ain’t very discreet-like, right? And I ain’t sure where to go, anyways, so I figured I’d just wait until you was done.”
Pyro thought about leaving him there in revenge for spying, but he didn’t. Magneto apparently needed the man for something, and besides, Pyro was in a good mood after his little woodland tryst. Maybe there was a reason people liked having sex outside. All that fresh air, or whatever. He raised his hand and sent out a flame, like a beacon in the darkness, and made his way back to camp whistling.
Author: Sionnain
Character/Pairing: Pyro/Multiple Man, Juggernaut
Timeline: During X3, contains spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, and I make no money from this (sadly).
Rating: MA
Warnings: Some explosions and some boyslash, in just that order.
Summary: The night before the attack on Alcatraz, Pyro accompanies Multiple Man and Juggernaut to a bar. He wants to see if modern movies really have it right about what to do the night before a battle.
AN: Written for worblehat for this year’s xmmficathon; her request was the following: Mutiple wants to go into town and convinces or kidnaps (up to you) Pyro and Juggernaut to go with. In the course of the evening, Multiple and Pyro end up together and Juggernaut watches (preferably without hiding himself; perhaps the other two are too "engaged" in their activities to notice?). Snarky and/or hurried Sex preferable. Set during X3. Don’t know how snarky the sex is, but it’s definitely hurried. *g* Thanks go to lonelywalker for a wonderful beta! The song title is from a Danzig song, as is the quote.
Soul on fire
Melt you down more than once or twice
Make you shake till worlds align
See your body tremble with the blood on fire
'Cause the season in my veins
Will end your world
Pyro had no idea what he was supposed to do the night before a battle, but according to war movies he’d watched with his friends, he should either be getting drunk or fucked or both. The problem was, the men in the movies were working for the good ol’ US Army. Pyro was fairly certain the United States Armed Forces were a bit more lenient with their soldiers than was Magneto with his, though.
Pyro didn’t even want to think of what would happen to him if Magneto caught him drinking the night before they were supposed to go take out the cure facility. Whatever it was, it would likely be painful. Magneto didn’t put up with mistakes of any sort, and Pyro had learned early on to do his best not to make any. A few nights chained up in one of the cells at the fortress had taught him that.
Maybe he’ll leave you to the cops, like he did Mystique, and they’ll force the cure on you just like they did to her. The thought made him send out a little bit of flame to singe his skin, just to assure himself he still could. He thought about Mystique, lying abandoned and betrayed and naked before them, and tried not to shudder.
“Hey. Pyro, is it?”
The voice drew him out of his thoughts, and Pyro wasn’t sure if he were relieved or grateful for the introduction. He squinted into the darkness and saw the man leaning against a tree, long lanky body pressed back against the bark. Jamie Madrox, the mutant known as Multiple Man. The bank robber. “Yeah,” Pyro said, moving closer.
“Thanks for getting me out of that prison transport, kid. Helluva thing that happened to your blue friend.”
Well, that was one way to put it. Pyro shrugged, kicking at the ground with the top of his boot. “Yeah,” he said again, thrusting his hands in his pocket. He’d left his lighter back at the fortress, right on the stainless-steel bedside table. He suddenly wished he’d brought it with him. Not because he needed to use it, because the feel of it would have been familiar and comforting. Security lighter.
“A man of few words. I like that. Hey, you don’t mind that I called you kid, do you?”
Of all the things Pyro minded in the last few days, Jamie Madrox’s hastily spoken epithet was surely not one of them. “Not really. You ready to do your part tomorrow?” He tried to make his voice sound official, but it was just tired. For ten minutes he’d like to be Pyro the mutant, not Pyro: Magneto’s-new-second-in-command.
“Yeah. I just gotta surrender. Easy stuff.”
“They’ll take you back to jail,” Pyro reminded him, though he didn’t know why he was pointing that out. Obviously Multiple Man knew the predicted outcome of that little scenario, right?
“You guys got me out this time, and I figure a metal prison isn’t a very good barrier against a man who controls metal, yeah? So what’s to worry about?”
Pyro wished he had the same sentiment about tomorrow. His stomach twisted with nerves, though he wouldn’t admit to it if asked. He wasn’t scared, exactly, but he wished it would hurry up and get here. He fucking hated waiting around for shit to happen. “Never said I was worried,” he lied gruffly, then turned to go. He should probably see if Magneto needed anything, or check on the watch schedule, or do something useful.
So no one leaves me here in the morning.
“Hey, Pyro,” Madrox said, in the tone of voice that sounded like he was about to offer up something stupid and probably illegal. The kind of thing Pyro never could quite resist. He halted and looked over his shoulder.
“What?”
“I was thinking maybe I’d go get a drink. You know. Just one or two? You want to come with me? There’s a bar up the road, just a bit.”
There were a thousand reasons why Pyro shouldn’t agree. Magneto would be furious, for one. He had guard duty later that night, for another. Mystique had always pressed upon him the seriousness of their cause and their devotion to duty.
Yeah, and look what the fuck happened to her.
Pyro looked at his watch and then shrugged. “Why not?”
* * *
The bar was several miles up the road, and mostly empty, which was probably a good thing.
There were a few hunters in a table in the back, drinking beer out of bottles and muttering about politics and hippies and mutants. Pyro thought maybe he’d have trouble getting a drink since he was underage, but the bartender didn’t even so much as flinch as Pyro ordered himself a beer.
It was him and Madrox and Marko, that big fucker that called himself “Juggernaut”, and Pyro sat in a chair facing the door and tried to discern whatever it was Juggernaut was saying in that accent of his. He sounded like he should be on a Monty Python episode.
The conversation at their table was hardly thrilling. Madrox was fond of talking very fast, and Marko’s focus was apparently on drinking as much beer as possible before they left. “I’m a big bloke,” he said, shrugging as he went for his third while Pyro was barely halfway done with his first. “Takes me a lot to get drunk.”
Pyro spent most of his time resisting the urge to set his beer bottle on fire and watching Madrox. The man reminded Pyro of a weasel; his eyes were quick and dark like spilled oil, and his smile was slick and far too practiced to be genuine.
Pyro didn’t really care about Madrox’s sincerity or lack thereof at the moment, however. Instead, he watched Jamie’s fingers as he slid them up and down the neck of the beer bottle, and something slow and hot pulsed in Pyro’s blood to replace his earlier nervousness. Pyro ordered another beer, leaning back in his seat and meeting Madrox’s gaze, and wondered if there were some other reason why the man had invited him along on this little trip.
Madrox leaned forward and nodded towards the hunters, dressed in flannel and talking even less than the three of them. “Want a little practice for the morning?” he asked softly, and his breath smelled like beer but for some reason Pyro didn’t mind.
“They’re just flatscans. Not even worth the effort,” Pyro said with a shrug, bringing the bottle to his lips. He slid his lips around the glass opening and imagined it was something else.
Madrox smiled like he knew what Pyro was doing, and maybe he did. “Yeah? Or are you just scared?”
Pyro put his beer down on the table and leaned back in his chair, stretching his body and watching to see if Madrox noticed. He did; the other man’s eyes traveled down Pyro’s lanky body in a way that you didn’t look at another man unless you meant it. Pyro’s mouth lifted in a smile. He knew this game well enough, and he almost told Jamie that it would have worked just as well without the alcohol.
“Scared? To catch three stupid humans on fire?”
“Four, counting the bartender,” Madrox muttered, doing something rather obscene to his beer bottle with his tongue.
Pyro laughed, feeling the slow rush of desire spread along with the heady desire to burn. He shifted on his seat and licked his lips, wetting them slowly. Madrox noticed, just as Pyro thought he would. “What do you think?”
“Wait a bloody minute, we about to cause some trouble, are we?” Juggernaut’s voice interrupted them, and Pyro stifled a quick flare of irritation. This was a game they were playing, he and Madrox; a game to which the big dude was most certainly not invited.
“You should get another beer,” Pyro said evasively, nodding towards the bar. “Thought I heard that guy say in the corner you couldn’t drink more than him, and he’s on his fifth.”
Marko gave a low, rumbling growl and stood up, nearly knocking the table over as he did so. “Fuckin’ Yank beer. Take a gallon to get a snail pissed, it would.” He set off for the bar, and Pyro laughed as he saw Juggernaut order two more bottles of Miller Lite with a glare towards the back table of hunters, who all appeared oblivious to the larger man’s ire.
“Don’t think those beers are for us,” Madrox said, and Pyro looked up at him with consideration and a little bit of irritation. How long were they going to play this game, anyway? He had guard duty in an hour.
“Don’t need anymore, actually,” Pyro said, shoving his bottle away. Should he just come out and say it?
I’ll fuck you now if you want. He wondered if Jamie was going to suddenly turn into four people or something. Pyro didn’t have that much time, as entertaining as the thought might be.
“What if I wanted to watch you burn it down?” There was a light in Madrox’s eyes that made Pyro wonder if the other man was maybe a little crazy. Then again, there was a bulge in Pyro’s pants that said he really didn’t care if he was.
“If you want.”
Madrox smiled at him. “Oh, I want.”
“Okay.” Pyro stood up and cased the small establishment, wondering where the best place would be to throw the fire. The actual bar, probably, so the liquor would explode. The three humans might make it out, but the bartender probably wouldn’t unless he was a lot faster than he looked.
It didn’t matter. It would be a pretty nice explosion regardless. Pyro rubbed his thumb over his palm and let a little of the flame burn his hand. He hoped he wasn’t reading this thing with Multiple Man all wrong, but either way, it’d be nice to blow something up. It always was, wasn’t it?
They found Juggernaut at the bar, and Madrox clapped him on the shoulder in a rough gesture of camaraderie. “Time to go, big guy.”
“But I just ordered another,” Marko complained, and turned to Pyro with narrowed eyes. “You decide we needed to go play soldier, you bloody little runt?”
Jamie leaned forward and whispered something in Juggernaut’s ear. Marko smiled slowly and gazed at Pyro with sudden approval chasing away his earlier disdain. “Well, now, why didn’t you just say so, eh? That’s a fair sight better than drinking more of this piss-water beer, that is.”
At least, that was what it sounded like Juggernaut said. The man needed to fucking learn how to speak English. Pyro straightened his shoulders and nodded to the door.
Once outside, Juggernaut and Multiple Man stood a few feet behind him, waiting expectantly. “Go on, then,” Marko said, sounding a little bored.
Pyro inhaled the scent of night through his nose and breathed in deep, casting his eyes heavenward for a second as if he were praying. The stars gleamed above, cold and disinterested. He expelled his breath and reached inward for the power, sending the flames out with a wild, manic laugh.
It was like sex, every fucking time.
His control had gotten better with the help of the wrist device Magneto had designed. He knew just where to aim it, just how much to send towards the dusty bottles of liquor lining the dirty mirror behind the bar. The sky exploded in bright, beautiful orange, and smoke rose high in the air to drown out the stars.
Juggernaut whistled appreciatively. There was some screaming, but it stopped pretty quickly. No one ran out of the bar on fire, which Pyro was sort of sad about, because that was always entertaining. Still, they should probably leave pretty quick in case someone had survived.
Madrox ended up standing next to him, and Pyro felt the other man’s hand on his shoulder. It wasn’t the same sort of brotherly-clap like Madrox had given Marko, either. “Fuck me,” Madrox breathed, his breath warm as flame on Pyro’s neck, and just as enticing.
Pyro tilted his head back and smiled slowly, tasting smoke. “That was the plan, yeah.”
* * *
They didn’t have a lot of time for it, but it wasn’t like Pyro needed much in the way of seduction or foreplay. The explosion had pretty much done it for him.
Madrox shoved him hard against a tree, his mouth hot on Pyro’s neck. “You’re burning up,” he muttered, voice thick with lust, hand sliding down the front of Pyro’s pants.
Pyro threw his head back and Jamie kissed him hard, his teeth scraping Pyro’s lip. Jamie’s erection was pressed against Pyro’s hip, and his fingers found Pyro’s cock and wrapped tight around it. “Christ, like I said, burning up…”
Pyro curled his fingers into the bark, wincing at the pain and not caring how it was scraping at him as he pushed back, grinding his ass into Jamie’s erection. “Yeah. Fuck, that’s…” He threw his head back, eyes closed, watching colors sharpen and dance behind his eyelids.
Jamie kissed him again, hand moving up and down with hurried, determined speed on Pyro’s cock. Pyro leaned forward and pressed his face against the tree, the bark scraping lightly against his cheek as he groaned and came, warm and wet, all over Jamie’s fingers.
Pyro slumped forward when it was over, struggling for breath, then turned so his back was against the trunk. Jamie’s hands pressed urgently on his shoulders and Pyro went to his knees without a word, fingers scrabbling at Jamie’s pants and hurriedly releasing his erection. Jamie’s hand fisted in his hair and jerked him forward, and Pyro opened his mouth eagerly.
Pyro sucked hard at Jamie’s cock, tilting his head back and looking upwards, pulling against the tight grip on his hair. It felt good, and Jamie’s cock in his mouth felt good, and somewhere he felt the slightest burn of flame in the air. That felt good, too. It was fast and hurried and exactly what Pyro needed.
Jamie thrust his hips hard and came with a low moan, spilling himself down Pyro’s throat. Pyro remained on his knees for a moment and then stood up, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, leaning insolently back against the tree once more.
Jamie gave a rough laugh and fixed his clothing, then ruffled Pyro’s hair in a way that was either meant to be demeaning or affectionate. Pyro didn’t really give a shit which it was. He’d gotten what he’d wanted, and Madrox and his attitude could go fuck off for all he cared.
“Thanks, kid. That was just what I needed. Something to think about while I’m in jail for the cause, you know?”
“Yeah. Don’t mention it,” Pyro murmured, his voice drowsy. He still had guard duty, but it didn’t seem to be such a big deal anymore. The fire and the sex and the alcohol had definitely done their job, and his nerves seemed much more settled. Those war movies obviously had gotten something right when it came to the part about fucking. He’d see in the morning if it was the same about actual battles.
Pyro watched Madrox saunter off into the darkness, then turned and went in the opposite direction towards the camp and his impending guard duty. As he walked he felt that same small tickle of flame against his skin, and reached out for it with his power. He laughed when he heard a low shout and a muttered curse coming from the darkness. Serves you right for watching without an invitation.
“Ain’t like I meant to watch,” Juggernaut called out from somewhere in the shadows, obviously putting together why his cigarette had just combusted in his face. “You two just ain’t very discreet-like, right? And I ain’t sure where to go, anyways, so I figured I’d just wait until you was done.”
Pyro thought about leaving him there in revenge for spying, but he didn’t. Magneto apparently needed the man for something, and besides, Pyro was in a good mood after his little woodland tryst. Maybe there was a reason people liked having sex outside. All that fresh air, or whatever. He raised his hand and sent out a flame, like a beacon in the darkness, and made his way back to camp whistling.