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Chapter 4 - Different Perspectives
Magneto walked briskly down the dark passage wasting no time with a lazy stride. He had accomplished his mission, but still felt furious. Death was too quick even when he tried to prolong it. The past year had been a living hell for him. The X-men had injected him with that boy's serum and removed his godly powers in an instant. He had wandered the streets of San Francisco, devoid of money or even normal clothing, his very identity sought out by the authorities ever since his act of War against Alcatraz Island. They had frozen his bank accounts, and he'd had to scavenge dustbins like some dog in order to survive. He had thought his existence pointless, and was on the verge of ending his life when a change suddenly started to occur. He was sitting in a park when out of nowhere he could sense the different metals in the region. Hiding his smile had been difficult, but he knew at once that the cursed injection was wearing off. Three months since that injection!... and another eight months to slowly regain his original strength. Nearly a year out of his life; a year without the ability to bend and manipulate his precious metallic progeny. He would seek revenge on all those who had played a hand in his torment. He had already exacted his revenge in two instances, and he looked down at the dark sack he was carrying in his right hand and smiled maliciously. It had started to stain, but that didn't matter in this place. Now further plans had to be made to seal his wrath on those who had dared to challenge the Brotherhood. He walked for a few more paces and entered a large open cave, dimly illuminated by a ring of fire suspended below the roof of the dark rock.
"My brothers," he said gravely. "It has been so very long, and we are united again. Pyro ... Mystique ... Callisto."
The mutants all bowed their heads in acquiescence. Three mutants - but enough for what designs he wanted to initiate. There could be little doubt that he was their Master - and only a suicidal person would challenge his reign.
"We have all returned to our previous states, or healed from our wounds. Fear not, all your transgressions are forgiven - but only under the premise that you redeem yourselves to me."
He focussed on the young handsome man with fiery blonde hair, and the tall and athletic blue-pigmented woman, both who seemed ashamed and avoided eye contact with him. He needed to begin this meeting on a strong note. He threw the sack onto the centre silvery table, and it landed with a dull thud. He smiled at it cruelly.
"The price for crossing paths with me," he said leadenly. "Pyro," he said, and less than a second later the bag flashed to flame and was gone revealing a blue furry head resting on the table, its eyes glazed open, the fur singed from Pyro's effortless act. The mutants didn't react, unless a light smile from Pyro and Callisto could be considered a worthy reaction. Killing Beast had been a murder he had enjoyed greatly - and he had drawn out the punishment as long as he could. This animal had thought he could sting the Master of Magnetism without dire repercussions. He had hidden behind his title as the Secretary to the United Nations, but all that had meant was the death of several of his bodyguards. It was a bonus more than a challenge, and the surprised look of a human before their own gun shot them always made him chuckle to himself. Of course, the repercussions of this act would be immense. He had made it clear that magnetism had killed the Secretary, and thus had brought his name to the forefront again. It wasn't his first effort to tell the President that he'd returned. A month earlier he'd sought out that loathsome scientist, Worthington, who had pioneered the cure and promptly executed him. It would take a strong policeman to hold on to his stomach contents if they saw that crime scene. Whoever thought that a single paperclip could do that to a human body?
"So what is next?" Pyro asked suddenly. He hadn't lost his powers at any stage but his defeat at the hands of the X-men left him vulnerable to arrest by the police. It had taken him three months to plan his release from the maximum security prison, and he hadn't been sparing in his cruelty to free himself. Pyro was more malicious than he himself, but also less intelligent. Which made him a good soldier, but never a general.
"We await your orders, Magneto," Mystique said. She was beautiful, and had suffered the same fate as him with the same delay. She had betrayed him too, but he had forgiven her, partially because he had deserted her in a truck, and mostly because he needed her unique skills to obtain his goals.
"Yes, the plan," he said. "Callisto, tell them about our discovery a week ago." Including himself in the discovery was not a vain boast. Callisto could sense mutant powers and move like lightning, but it had been lightning which had left her severely burnt and near the point of death for several months. Her back was scarred with the evidence of her encounter with the X-men.
Callisto looked at the others. "I have sensed the presence of another Level 5 mutant. He or she was more powerful even than the previous ... woman... I felt."
"Woah," Pyro said, and stepped forward. "The last time we messed with a Level 5, we all know what happened. I stand by you, Magneto, but have you forgotten what she did to some of our brothers?"
"No one forgot anything," he said, "least of all me. This one is different. He is a male, and also young and impressionable. Unlike Jean Grey we can actually mould this one to our desires. We cannot initiate a war against humanity without a weapon of his strength."
"Then let's get him," Mystique said. She was his most talented and loyal agent, despite all evidence to the contrary.
Magneto looked to the ground. "It won't be easy. Xavier has him at his school." Who would have thought that Charles could survive being utterly destroyed by the Phoenix? It was logical that the most powerful mind in the world could survive the destruction of his body, but it still seemed surreal to hear that Charles inhabited another body. He felt happy for Charles that he could walk again, but he wanted to kill him for intervening with his plans yet again.
"Send me," Pyro said with bravado. The fool.
"No," Magneto said sternly. "I don't feel like losing one of you so early in the game. If Iceman wipes the floor with you again Pyro, or Storm giftwraps you again Callisto, it would displease me." Pyro and Callisto's faces blushed, half from anger, half from shame - but wisely they decided to remain silent.
Magneto continued. "Charles will ruin everything by himself. He always does. He's an idealist and he's ignorant of the ambition of those with great powers. We merely need to make sure we are there with open arms to receive Kevin when he finally breaks."
"Kevin?" Mystique said. "You know this boy?"
"I've done my research," he said smugly. "His mutant name is Kronos. After Callisto sensed his powers, I went to the school and observed him from a distance. Believe me when I tell you that he is more powerful than any of you can imagine. Yet, he has vulnerabilities, and we need to exploit those to attain our goals."
"How?" Callisto said. "Xavier will watch him like a hawk. Him above all others."
"Indeed he will," he said. "As I said, Kevin will eventually leave of his own accord when Charles brings the situation to ruin. No mutant there has the intelligence or strength to hold Kronos, and they will be forced to let him leave. And we will be waiting. We will nudge him, of course. The Brotherhood doesn't rely on fate."
He gave his orders to Mystique. As usual, she was the key to their success. He saw Pyro slowly about to leave, but he called him over as Mystique left.
"Yeah?" Pyro said arrogantly.
"Mind your tone," he said, and the boy blushed. "I have a very special task for you. One not suited to your powers, but rather that pretty face of yours." He stroked Pyro's face and the boy backed away slightly.
"I don't understand," Pyro said angrily. He hated being made to feel stupid, but if he would act intelligently, he wouldn't feel that way.
"Kevin will be delivered here eventually, but I need you to make certain ... sacrifices, to ensure that he stays," Magneto said with a twinkle in his eye.
Kevin glared at him for a moment, then his eyes opened widely and his mouth dropped. "Not on your fucking life, Magneto," he said.
His face hardened and some aggression left Pyro's face. "You will do as you are told, or I will end your existence and let a dedicated minion like Mystique fulfil the duty. Mystique can pull off that act with very little difficulty. And let me add... it will be a wonderful payback to Iceman who is, did I forget to mention, involved with Kevin."
Pyro's eyes shot to Magneto's - and a slow and diabolical smile spread across his face. He started to laugh, and he became even more handsome. "Sure," Pyro said, and the simplicity of his answer was more malevolent than anything else he could have answered. Soon he would have Kronos on a leash, and the X-men would pay for their impudence. He owed Wolverine a visit too, but he'd already sent Mystique on her way, and that would probably have to do.
Bobby was walking towards a class he had to lecture. There wasn't much he could teach, being so young and all, but one thing he was a master of was willpower. He had to be, or this place would look like the Artic after a few days. He enjoyed these classes usually, because the young students were so useless that he spent most of the time laughing. He didn't mean to be cruel, but it was pretty funny. Some guy who could make fire, and suddenly instead of creating a ball of fire, he'd set the girl in front of his hair alight. It applied to all the powers one could think of, but those with telekinetic abilities usually created the most action when things started flying across the classroom sending everyone plummeting to the ground to avoid concussion.
Telekinesis. He thought of Kevin, and his breath quickened involuntarily. They had just finished breakfast that morning, and it was an irritating decision as to whether he should waste time eating his breakfast when he could stare at Kevin's perfect face. Kevin was so hot he couldn't take it. He remembered that first day he'd seen him walking shyly along the passage of the X-mansion. He looked lost and frightened, but when Kevin had seen him walking with his friends in the passage, he'd stared at him so blatantly he couldn't believe it. He didn't even need to delve to see whether Kevin was gay or not. He had intuition, and no guy would stare at him so openly - unless maybe he had horns on his face, which some of the students could claim. He'd thought about Kevin from that moment onwards, and had cautiously made enquiries about him over the next few days. Storm seemed to know the most about him, but she didn't know enough. So he'd summoned his courage and asked Professor Xavier what he knew about Kevin. Only Xavier and Storm knew he was gay, and they kept it a secret. They didn't care. Xavier was the opposite, actually. He'd wanted him to find a boyfriend, but that was easier said than done. He wasn't attracted to Pete - he was too built and a bit of a dork, and the rest of the people his age were all girls. Dating a younger student was out of the question, of course, as was going out to find a normal person to date. So he was left stuck. He'd found a trophy girlfriend in the form of Rogue. He felt bad that he was leading her on, but he needed her to silence any questions the students thought of. Besides, his deception wasn't too terrible. He was a really good friend to Rogue and he was always there for her. It wasn't his fault she couldn't touch him without killing him... but it was a miraculous advantage. He smiled, and felt bad immediately. She had been cured earlier this year, but only a few months later she had started harming him when she touched him. He sighed with relief, glad that he didn't need to kiss a woman with false pretence again.
He would lie in bed and wish that he could meet a guy at some stage in his life. He only wanted someone to love. He had wished he could give up his powers just so that he could meet someone. It just wasn't a possibility while he was sheltered in the mansion - probably forever. Then one day, his wishes had been realized. Sure, he was desperate for love, but that didn't mean he would hit on any guy his own age. Even he had standards. Pyro was proof of that. John was fucking hot, but he was a genuinely bad guy, and he had never even thought of going near him even in his desperate moments. He was straight anyway ... but that wasn't the point. He hadn't enjoyed injuring him, but then again, John had tried to incinerate him. For a long time he'd been convinced that John was another one of Jean's victims on Alcatraz Island, until he'd heard of several guards spontaneously igniting while a high level mutant prisoner escaped captivity. He shook his head sadly - John had so much potential, but he was a product of his circumstances. No. He had also been rejected by his family, and he'd made a different choice. People needed to take responsibility for their choices.
And yet, despite his years of loneliness and misery, someone like Kevin had dropped into his lap. It was the best gift ever. He'd hunted him like a lion, but Kevin had avoided him - which made him smile. It meant that he didn't trust himself around him, which was great! The best part of his day would be walking down the passage and catching sight of Kevin. It would make his heart pound in his chest. Kevin would be scanning the halls like a hunted rabbit, which he was, and when he saw him his face would go white and he'd jump behind the next corner or wall and flee. As if he though he hadn't seen him! Those were the best parts of his day - enjoying Kevin and his imperfect skill of avoidance. At night he would lie in bed and entertain himself with mental visions of Kevin looking at him, or him looking at Kevin - or tearing off his shirt and licking his chest. He'd jerked off about fifty times that week to the thought of Kevin, and he still felt as horny as a desert lizard at the smallest reminder of the guy.
Kevin's disturbing nightmare had brought everything to a head. It was painful to see him recollect a nightmare when he thought he was harming him. It was obviously seriously traumatizing for him, or he wouldn't have half-killed Wolverine. The Professor was trying to help him, but he didn't know if Kevin needed help or a good hug. Well, he'd provided the hug part. It was difficult to hide his lust while looking at a shirtless Kevin on the medical table in the X-bunker. Kevin was the perfect physical specimen, in his opinion that is. He was about as tall as him, and physically fit just like he was. He had a sharp and lean face with a chiselled jaw. His hair was dark and cropped - and a little untamed which was hot. Normally he was clean-shaven and smooth (very smooth, his kisses over the past few days have proved that) but in the exam room he had a cute beard which he'd shed before meeting him at the lake. He didn't really mind how Kevin looked, he found the whole package sexy. His eyes were his favourite feature. Green, and soft - and every different to his own sharp eyes. They were warm eyes, and they had a lot of love in them, even for other people. In the medical room he'd had the privilege of glaring at Kevin's shirtless body gratuitously. He had a swimmer's build, and a nice chest and beautifully defined abs. His arms were strong even when they were relaxed, and they looked like they wanted an excuse to flex. He smiled at the thought, and blushed a little. A student smiled at him, and he missed a step and almost stumbled. Fuck. Kevin would be the end of him with his hotness. He'd really enjoyed the sight of Kevin's smooth body, but that dark treasure trail which started below his navel had driven him almost to the point of insanity. The way it had disappeared down into Kevin's jeans made him hard just thinking about it. How he'd love to discover where that trail led. He'd make a whole day of it.
He coughed, and shook his head. Nothing could be more embarrassing than seeing your teacher walk into class with a hard on, so he quickly erased Kevin's body from his mind, but it wasn't easy. The image seemed burned into his mind, a hot poker begging you to let it burst into white hot heat. He growled in his throat, but with one final push, cleared his mind of that sexy body.
Their encounter at the lake hadn't turned out like he expected. He'd tried to set it up to finally start a relationship with Kevin, which he'd been itching to do for over a week. The gazebo hadn't been easy to make but he pulled it off with a little effort, and one failure which he'd hastily sunk into the lake before Kevin had arrived. Kissing him had been mindblowing, and he was nervous to take the first step. Kevin had acted like he'd been hit on the head with a hammer, but his reaction was positive and inviting. There was so much energy between them, and the heat which came off their faces was feral. He bit his lip just thinking of that moment.
Of course, what came after that was the best of all. Kevin was so powerful it was almost frightening ... yet ... it wasn't. He lifted a million tons of water above them and surrounded them by an inferno and he'd felt safe in his arms. His gift was truly amazing and he knew in his heart that as Kronos, Kevin would make the world a better place. Shit, he could transport the arctic subcontinent to the deserts of the world and irrigate them, or some other event of immense magnitude. Or he could alter world weather on a planetary scale and remove the threat of natural disasters. He wondered if Kevin had ever thought of these prospects. He was glad he didn't have to put up with that amount of power. He was more than happy ice-skating on a small frozen pond which he could make. He thought if he could freeze the whole world, he might do so if someone pissed him off too much. As much as he loved Kevin and his powers, he didn't like it when Kevin used his powers at their higher levels. Something changed in his face. As he became stronger those beautiful green eyes of his would turn as black as midnight - cold and like death. And as he approached his full strength, his face would become gaunt and riddled with crevices and horrible lines. His whole face would twist and contort and seemed evil, and he didn't like to look at him while he was like that, so he closed his eyes while kissing him in the eye of that tornado. He didn't want to speak about that to Kevin. It wasn't his fault that his powers manifested physically, but he thought it a shame that he couldn't smile at him while he turned that lake into a beautiful eagle. In truth, Kevin's face frightened him while it was like that. It became like Jean Grey's on that island. That terrible face had appeared moments before she'd disintegrated the island and half the people trying to flee it. He shook his head irritably, and entered the classroom. The class went silent as they saw him, and he smiled, but felt a little sad. He loved Kevin, but something was wrong about his powers.
Professor Xavier was watching the gardens of his estate and he seemed to be staring at nothing. A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts and he smiled as Storm and Rogue entered the room.
"Thank you for coming, my friends," he said warmly. "Please, have a seat."
Today was a difficult day for him. He had just finished an hour long meeting with Kevin, where he'd sternly berated him for advertising his powers to half the county, if not the whole state. Remarkable, but still very disturbing.
"What did he have to say for himself?" Storm said irritably. She had been near inconsolable after Kevin had altered the local weather. Apparently she had been hard pressed to rectify his efforts, which meant a very great deal. If Storm couldn't correct Kevin's influence on the weather then it meant he truly was unrestricted on any level. It would be wise to remember that next time he decided to challenge him with his own powers on the mental battlefield. It had been difficult trying to remind himself that Kevin and Jean surpassed him in raw power, which no other mutants could claim. He'd used his full power against Jean one year previously but she'd blocked him out and there was nothing he could do to pierce her mental defences. She'd then used what extra strength she had to destroy his body, but he didn't like to think about that if he didn't have to.
"He said he was showing his powers to someone and he didn't mean any harm," he said simply. That is what he had said, and he wasn't sorry or ashamed. He even looked challenging. In a few weeks he had shifted from a shy youth to a strong-willed man. He had a sinking feeling that the Phoenix catastrophe was slowly rekindling for the second time.
"No harm!" Rogue said as she jumped out of her seat. "Professor, even if we could overlook the lake sitting IN THE SKY, and thousands of bolts of lightning terrifying the kids, must I try and tell you how scared I was when I saw a tornado of fire large enough to swallow the mansion?!"
"No need for that Rogue. I was scared too. His powers are truly awesome." Awesome indeed. Not even Jean had shown such amazing mass strength. He was so powerful it was breathtaking. Should any human have such power at their fingertips? If ever the government had a case for a cure, this would be it. A single man strong enough to perhaps level a city would make a lot of people nervous. He himself was nervous, and he had seen feats which would make the average man faint. "I thought you were his friend," he added, looking to Rogue.
She looked away and her lips tightened. "He is... was... my friend. But he's showing off. Bobby told me he was going to the lake to fetch something. Imagine if he'd been caught up in that disaster. He might have died. I might not have had a boyfriend today, Professor."
"Be calm. Rogue," he said calmly, and she sat while shaking her head in anger, and tears glistened in her eyes. The poor girl lived in a remarkable delusion, which unfortunately was not her doing. Bobby and Kevin were already involved. He had felt that mental spike the moment the two had seen one another in the passage on that first day. It was a disastrously dangerous situation because passion would make Kevin even more unstable, and Bobby too. He could already feel the psychic currents in Bobby's mind which spoke of powerful affection... irrational affection for Kevin.
"Professor, I would like to ask you something, and I don't want you to think less of me if I ask it," Storm said with a bashful face.
"Ask my dear," he said. "We are friends."
"Professor, have you thought of ... removing... the threat of Kevin's powers from the world? Because I have, and if we have to avoid what happened to Jean, it might even be a forgivable crime." She seemed deeply embarrassed to ask it.
He sighed. He had thought of it too. Rogue seemed confused, but once she realized the topic she gasped and looked away. "I have considered it, Storm. We cannot change who he is. When I discovered he was like Jean, I was tempted to destroy his mind immediately. He would have died a few hours later. I decided against it because of selfish reasons. I couldn't live with myself if I was a murderer, but I ask myself every day what will happen if he DOES become like Jean, and kill hundreds of people. Kevin may be worse. He won't let someone like Wolverine close to him to finish it. He doesn't want to die like Jean did. He embraces his gift with pride."
There was a long silence. He continued. "I started placing mental blocks on Kevin's mind the moment I met him, and after I cared for him for three days. They are quite impregnable, I assure you, and I'm reinforcing them all the time to spare him the pain of making the wrong decision."
That was the longest string of lies he'd told for many years. He had actually placed guards on Kevin's mind, but yesterday Kevin had discovered them and snapped them like twigs. His strongest barriers, ruined with no more than an afterthought. Kevin would have to be an imbecile not to realise he was responsible for that barrier. He could trust Storm, but maintaining a sense of safety was important to everyone. If he revealed that he couldn't control Kevin's mind then Storm might do something rash like try to blow Kevin away with a hurricane. She was a decent woman, but impulsive.
"In that case, we should befriend and support him," Storm said with a rueful sigh. Rogue shook her head, aware of what a huge mistake this was. He knew in himself this would end badly, but how could he morally end this debacle without harming Kevin?
Kevin walked towards his room. He had spent over an hour being shouted at by Professor Xavier for his crimes at the lake the previous day. The shouting hadn't hurt his feelings, made him feel bad or even embarrassed. He was angry that Xavier couldn't congratulate him. Grow with your powers, Kevin. Train as diligently as you can, Kevin. Always make sure you have control of your abilities, Kevin. He had done all of that - exceeded the Professor's wildest dreams and yet been berated. The Professor was a hypocrite. What he had meant was that he should grow in strength, but stop well short of being strong enough to exceed the great Charles Xavier. He'd been on the point of telling him that he knew who was behind that psychic wall, but he wanted the Professor to try again. Next time he felt a barrier head his way he would strengthen it a million times and hurl it back to its origin. That would be the price of messing with someone's mind. Try and leash him, would they? Anyone who tried to control him would recall a very sad tale after he was finished with them.
He entered his room and threw himself onto his bed. He looked at the ceiling and thought of Bobby. He missed him, wanted to be with him. As if his prayers were answered, the door opened and Bobby appeared with a smile on his face.
"I was just thinking about you," he said to Bobby, who entered and closed the door.
"I think about you all day," Bobby replied, and he felt his heart race. "I made this for you," he said and produced a little statue from behind his back. It was an ice statue about six inches tall and it was a sculpture of himself. It was exquisitely crafted - and Bobby had got it just right. It was him standing and smiling... amazing, and difficult to make.
"I ... I don't know what to say," he said, and Bobby nodded in satisfaction.
Bobby placed it on the bedside table, and as he reached to touch it, Bobby caught his hand and smiled at him warningly. "Don't touch it, Kev. It's made of something I call Deep Ice. It's super cold and compacted and won't melt for at least a week. And your finger will get stuck to it if you touch it."
"Awesome," he said, and looked to Bobby. Bobby gave him a ravishing smile and took off his shoes and jumped onto the bed with him and lay on him with his head on his chest.
"Best part of my day," Bobby said sleepily, and Kevin laughed despite himself. When they were together they felt complete.
"Mine too," Kevin said lazily, and he ran his hand through Bobby's hair. "Xavier took his time with me. Tried to make me feel bad and guilty. Well fuck that. I don't feel bad. The guy makes me angry."
"He's a good man, Kevin," Bobby said softly. "He's scared your powers draw human attentions to your gifts. If that happens they might come looking for trouble."
"And they'll find it," Kevin said darkly, but shook his head a moment later. "Storm ignored me when I greeted her today, Bobby, and even Rogue avoids me. Half the damn kids piss in their pants when I look at them."
"They are afraid of how strong you are," he said logically. "How would you feel if that fiery tornado was made by someone else, and not in your control? It would scare the shit out of me." Kevin couldn't argue with sense, and Bobby had a knack for speaking the truth too often. He decided to not to bring up that Bobby wasn't scared by it, but he knew that Bobby was different because he loved and trusted him - and that's all Bobby would say in reply to his useless rebuttal.
"You know, Bobby - my parents threw me out because I like guys not because I have powers."
Bobby raised his head with a frown. "Really? Mine threw me out because I can make ice. I didn't even tell them about the other aspect of my life. Never got the chance."
He made it sound so simple. "Yeah, who needs them any way? I have you. That's all I need."
Bobby's chest lay against Kevin's and he seemed to be completely at peace. "I dunno, Kev. I wish I could have you and them. That would be great. I don't see why it has to be either or."
"Yeah," Kevin said. "I guess I'm just covering up my sad feelings."
Bobby started to laugh, and Kevin frowned at the inappropriate response to this solemn moment. Bobby jumped up and smiled mischievously. "Time to make you happy."
Kevin had only a moment to frown when ice shot from Bobby's hands and shackled him to the own bed. "Let me free of this shit, dumbass," Kevin said.
"First, Iceman have fun with Kronus," Bobby said and dived towards Kevin and started kissing him madly. His lips were passionate and heated and he breathed heavily while kissing him. Kevin could feel Bobby grinding his pelvis into him, could feel how turned on he was.
Kevin was enjoying this a lot, but he decided not to be any man's easy meat. With a sharp push of his powers he sent Bobby flying across the room to land on the opposite floor. He'd been sure not to hurt him, just to playfully launch him into orbit. He made the bonds around his hands vanish, and he jumped to his feet ready to attack. Bobby was lying on his back on the floor almost in front of the door, and he looked vexed. Bobby was his, but as he ran towards him Bobby turned the floor beneath his feet to smooth ice causing him to slip heavily and fall on his back with a thud. He felt the breath knock out of him. Bobby climbed to his feet and the ice under Kevin's back instantly vanished. He ran towards Kevin and was about to pounce him when Kevin struck out his hand and Bobby's shirt blew off his body and disintegrated in midair. It was as if Bobby had been hit by a gust of wind, and he stood there with his hands covering his eyes. Kevin stood and admired the view. Bobby had a great body... defined and lean, and he wanted to investigate it for no short time. Kevin stood there with a devilish smile and a slow nod of his head, causing Bobby to look down in surprise and see that he'd lost his shirt. Suddenly his face became determined and Kevin's breath caught. Ice shot from Bobby's hands once again and he had moments to see his shirt freeze. As quick as the frost had appeared, it vanished and his shirt fell off in thawed pieces leaving him shirtless and chilled.
"Bastard," he said to Bobby, but he wanted to laugh.
"Motherfucker," Bobby said, but his eyes glowed with mischief.
Kevin sent Bobby flying against the door and pinned him there. He struggled like a bug caught on fly paper but he couldn't move. "Now, this is more like it," he said smugly.
Bobby growled and yet again ice shot from his hands and covered Kevin in ice from his neck to his feet. He couldn't move, but he was shirtless and it was so cold he gasped and cried out in shock. Bobby fell from above the door and landed on his feet. He ran towards Kevin and the ice around him splintered into shards just as Bobby tackled him causing them to land on the bed. Bobby lay on top of him, and he could feel the warmth of his body, could feel how hard he was, and how hard Bobby was. "This IS more like it," Bobby said with a smile, and Kevin lost the will to wrestle.
They kissed deeply and ran their hands over one another's bodies. Kevin wrapped his legs around Bobby and wanted more of him. He just couldn't get enough of Bobby and wanted to feel his whole body. They groaned as they touched one another, and their tongues rolled around in one another's mouths. Their breathing was heavy, and despite the cold, Kevin already felt like he wanted to faint from the heat of the moment. This really was as good as it could get. He reached his hands into Bobby's jeans and grabbed his ass causing them both to groan with pleasure. Bobby was grasping Kevin's head roughly and kissing him for all he was worth, every now and then cursing or saying other obscenities which made him even sexier. He was about to start undressing Bobby when suddenly he heard a voice from the doorway.
"Oh my god," she said. They both turned to see Rogue standing in the doorway, her face as white as snow, and her cheeks red with anger. Tears welled in her eyes.
End of Chapter 4
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