Stole (X-Men Movieverse, John/Bobby)
Title: Stole
Fandom: X-Men (Movieverse)
Characters: John Allerdyce/Bobby Drake
Prompt: 089 - She
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG-13
It’s a sickening rush, always, intrusive and violent. Someone else’s power, someone else’s mind, and Rogue tries to push past the urge to just let go, to run in fear. Clings to John’s ankle, feeling warmth tingling in her fingertips, as if she could just touch the fire, as if she could dance with it, and she wonders if that’s how John feels as he endlessly toys with his lighter.
She commands the flames to die down, and she feels an arrogant satisfaction when they obey, and he’s already creeping into her. John’s thoughts, John’s will, and she feels powerful and angry and her fingernails dig into his ankle and she won’t let go. Not until the fire is gone, not until the threat is gone, and she holds on to that thought, because it’s her own, because it’s the opposite of what John wants.
The screaming is fading with the fire, police officers crawling away, but there’s a different screaming ringing in Rogue’s ears. It’s a noise she hasn’t heard before, and it echoes and distorts in her mind, like the whistle of a kettle, like a train rushing through a tunnel.
It’s a cry, of pain, of pleasure, of something she doesn’t want to hear, but she can’t escape it. Bobby’s voice, and she’s never heard it like that before, but John has. John’s seen Bobby sweating and writhing, head tilted and back arched, and John’s heard Bobby beg, and it sounds wrong and broken and Rogue feels arousal stir in her stomach, but it doesn’t belong to her. John’s want, his desire, curls and coils within her, and she’s burning with it, but the flames are gone.
She feels John sink to the ground beside her, gasping and hurting, and she needs to let go before it’s too late. But she wants to see, and Bobby’s cries claw at her mind, and she needs to know and she wishes she’d never discovered it.
She feels John make the softest sound beside her, pained little whimper, and Rogue shivers and wants and her fingers slide from John’s skin.
Fandom: X-Men (Movieverse)
Characters: John Allerdyce/Bobby Drake
Prompt: 089 - She
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG-13
It’s a sickening rush, always, intrusive and violent. Someone else’s power, someone else’s mind, and Rogue tries to push past the urge to just let go, to run in fear. Clings to John’s ankle, feeling warmth tingling in her fingertips, as if she could just touch the fire, as if she could dance with it, and she wonders if that’s how John feels as he endlessly toys with his lighter.
She commands the flames to die down, and she feels an arrogant satisfaction when they obey, and he’s already creeping into her. John’s thoughts, John’s will, and she feels powerful and angry and her fingernails dig into his ankle and she won’t let go. Not until the fire is gone, not until the threat is gone, and she holds on to that thought, because it’s her own, because it’s the opposite of what John wants.
The screaming is fading with the fire, police officers crawling away, but there’s a different screaming ringing in Rogue’s ears. It’s a noise she hasn’t heard before, and it echoes and distorts in her mind, like the whistle of a kettle, like a train rushing through a tunnel.
It’s a cry, of pain, of pleasure, of something she doesn’t want to hear, but she can’t escape it. Bobby’s voice, and she’s never heard it like that before, but John has. John’s seen Bobby sweating and writhing, head tilted and back arched, and John’s heard Bobby beg, and it sounds wrong and broken and Rogue feels arousal stir in her stomach, but it doesn’t belong to her. John’s want, his desire, curls and coils within her, and she’s burning with it, but the flames are gone.
She feels John sink to the ground beside her, gasping and hurting, and she needs to let go before it’s too late. But she wants to see, and Bobby’s cries claw at her mind, and she needs to know and she wishes she’d never discovered it.
She feels John make the softest sound beside her, pained little whimper, and Rogue shivers and wants and her fingers slide from John’s skin.