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Kevin woke up at 8am. He knew it was 8am, just like he knew it was sunny outside, and that there was rain on the way which would start falling at four minutes past four this afternoon. He sighed softly to himself. The room was totally dark and he could see nothing. There were three mutants within a ten mile radius, but only two within a mile of him. He felt his muscles relax. He had always been a cautious person, but now he had to be vigilant as if his life counted on it, which it very well might. He had been brave or foolish enough to make enemies with the two great powers of mutant kind, Xavier and Magneto. Both would want his blood now, and both were deadly to face. He shook his head in the darkness. He just wanted to be left alone - alone with Bobby, and John.
It had been a week since he had rescued Bobby from the X-mansion. On the surface all seemed to be well. Bobby had called it the happiest time of his life, and he'd even seen John smile more than once. Yet, they didn't know what he knew. He could sense Xavier's powers sweeping the land several times a day looking for him and Bobby, and he could feel Callisto's powers scanning various areas trying to sense him. He'd disguised his presence as well as he could, and that of Bobby and John too - but he didn't know what the limits of his enemies were. Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night, and sit up straight in bed half-expecting Magneto to be standing at the foot of his bed, or Xavier on the verge of crushing his mind. It happened at least once every night, but each time he'd feel Bobby's hand reach up and slide down his chest and reassure him. Bobby, all sleepy and peaceful, wouldn't even open his eyes but merely provide him with a touch and soft whisper of reassurance in the deep blackness of their room. That was all it took, and it calmed him faster than any drug, or any mutant power.
As soon as they'd arrived at this wretched location in the middle of the Sahara desert, the first thing he'd done (apart from hide himself from Xavier and Magneto), was burrow a huge network of underground tunnels and caves for them to live in. He'd picked up hundreds of tons of sand at a time, compressed it to glass then flicked its transformation over to titanium, which he'd used to line the passages, which totalled over a mile in length at the moment. He'd sensed and tapped an underground river into a fountain in one of the large rooms, and had grown a garden for them to sit in. It had taken less than four hours for him to create their underground shelter, but furnishing it had taken a lot longer. Over the next two days he'd formed furniture, food and other necessities. A chair seemed like a simple item, but wishing for a four- legged structure could conjure up a table, a bed or worse, an elephant. Small items thrived on details, and those took the most concentration. Tossing up fifty tons of titanium and sand had been a cinch, but trying to create a decent razor for Bobby had taken an hour and left him gasping and cursing the fucking ground he stood on. After two days, he'd created a fully functional underground habitat for his two peers. It looked similar to Magneto's lair, except that the atmosphere was fresh and light, and not stifling and malicious. Naturally, severe exhaustion had followed after that and he'd slept for another two days, only waking up to be force fed by Bobby who had a stern look of disapproval on his face. After four days of inconvenience, he'd finally felt like himself again, and could enjoy his subterranean home. It was very unlikely that his enemies would ever find him here, but if they did, he'd already set traps which would stop an army, let alone a small group of mutants. Xavier must think him very soft for sending illusions to fight his battles, but the fool had better hold his tongue. It only took a small flick of his powers to change an illusion into reality, and it wouldn't take a strong stimulus for him to do so.
He had made it his responsibility to protect Bobby, and John. John seemed like a decent guy inside, but he had a troubled past which had scarred him severely. Kevin knew that John liked him, and not just as a friend. John stared at him constantly, and had started doing so ever since he'd joined Magneto's posse. He pretended not to and would quickly divert his gaze when he looked at him, but his powers could sense other's attention on him, and he picked up John's attention several hundred times a day. There could be little doubt that the guy had feelings for him, though he pushed the thoughts out of his mind as soon as they entered. He didn't like to think of John as a potential boyfriend and not as a friend. John was fucking hot, and sexy to boot, but he wasn't attracted to him on a deeper level. Sure, he enjoyed the sight of him, but that could be said of any gay guy who looked at his defined body, but he didn't feel like he was on fire when John looked at him. He'd heard John jerk off every night for hours, and heard him shout his name into his cushion when he came, but it had been agonising to hear, and to ignore. He wanted to tell the guy to stop, but he knew it was innocent and he hadn't become accustomed to tearing out other people's hearts, nor would he ever. He also imagined how painful it was to have your crush tell you harshly to back off - and his heart sank as he imagined Bobby telling him off. He tried to go on with his life as normally as he could, but John looked at him with heated eyes, and felt that the guy would kiss him at any moment without warning. He wasn't looking forward to that situation, but it would eventually arrive. It wasn't precognition, just logic.
He looked to his side. He could see nothing, but he heard Bobby's rhythmic breathing from the moment he'd woken up. His heart surged, and he felt insanely turned on merely thinking about the guy next to him. It had nothing to do with mutant powers - it had to do with the connection he felt with Bobby. That soft breathing in the darkness left so much to the imagination, but it was the proximity which was so great. He could feel Bobby's warm breath caress his shoulder, could feel Bobby's presence near to him. Bobby's hand rested on his chest, and he would often stroke his chest in his sleep without knowing it, and then murmur his name. It was an indescribable feeling to hear subconscious thoughts in their pure and unfiltered form. Kevin rolled onto his side and put his arm on Bobby's chest, and then kissed Bobby's neck. The rhythmic breathing stopped immediately, and became a sleepy yet gracious groan. He thought Bobby was smiling, though he couldn't tell with any certainty. He toyed with his powers slightly, and a small row of white lights appeared which surrounded the border of the roof and provided a little light.
He started kissing along Bobby's neck, and licked the angle of his jaw as he reached it. Bobby breathing deepened. He started kissing along Bobby's jaw and reached his mouth eventually. They kissed deeply, trying to compensate for the hours of sleep which had interrupted potential making-out time. Bobby's lips were soft, but his tongue was aggressive and he still seemed to hold back. Kevin thought that if Bobby released all his horny desires in an instant, someone would probably die. Kevin ran his hand down Bobby's rough cheek and pulled him deeper into the kiss. His hand moved down over Bobby's chest, over his smooth pecs and hard nipples which were crying out to be touched again and again. He ran his hand over Bobby's abs, and he broke the kiss for a moment and exhaled as if he was exhausted ... Bobby was so hot, it sometimes felt a little difficult to breathe. His hand moved down and encountered Bobby's treasure trail, which his hand followed deftly. He felt his hand run into Bobby's boxers, but he spared only a moment to slide his hand in. He'd wanted to do this for so long, that he could barely contain himself now that it had arrived.
"Oh shit," Bobby gasped and put his hand over his eyes. It was taking everything he had to hold back, and he thought Bobby was struggling a lot more than he was.
Kevin moved forward and locked lips with Bobby again, who was groaning continuously, on the verge of unloading himself merely thinking about what Kevin was going to do to him. Kevin smiled while kissing Bobby, and moved his hand down. He'd seen Bobby walk around naked in their room while he ate during those moments between long sleeps, so he knew what he was looking for. While his hand ran through Bobby's dark pubes, he felt his hand suddenly run into Bobby's cock which was hard and trying to free its self from his boxers. He put his hand around it, and Bobby groaned loudly into his mouth. His dick was as hard as iron, and it rose up and down rapidly as if it wanted to explode right at that moment. He could feel the blood rushing through it, could feel it filled to its maximum. The guy was so horny, it was difficult for Kevin not to laugh. He felt sweat run down his back, and it felt amazing that he could have such an effect on Bobby. He was hard too, but that was besides the point.
He started to rub up and down Bobby's shaft, and started to jerk him off. Bobby broke the kiss. "Oh fuck, Kevin," he said breathlessly into Kevin's ear, all the while gripping Kevin's head as if he couldn't wait to pull him back into his mouth, which he did moments later. Kevin slid his hand up and down Bobby's cut cock, which felt like it could measure about 7" if his estimations were accurate, pretty similar to his own. Bobby groaned continuously, and his hot breath entered Kevin's mouth, filled with lust and dripping with passion. Their tongues wrestled furiously. Bobby started to buck his hips slightly, and the pitch of his groans increased as he moved closer to the edge. It wouldn't be long now. With one last stroke, he ran his tongue along Bobby's and bit at his lower lip.
"Kevin!" Bobby shouted out, and Kevin felt him shoot. He continued stroking him as he felt Bobby empty himself for all he was worth. He felt Bobby shoot all over his boxers, all over his hand, even onto his abs. The guy's eyes were closed, his breathing furious and strained as he gasped at his intense orgasm. Kevin watched him with fascination as he came, completely aroused by the sight of Bobby's face which looked desperate and almost in pain. Eventually Bobby stopped shooting, but his cock remained hard and responded with short shudders as Kevin continued to jerk it slowly. He kissed Bobby softly on his lips.
"That was so hot, Kevin," Bobby said breathily, and he sounded like he'd just run a marathon. He smiled weakly at Bobby but didn't reply, still caught up with the sight of his perfect face, and still remembering how mind-blowing it had been to see Bobby's face while he came.
Suddenly Bobby flipped over and pinned him to the bed, his hands holding Kevin's apart. He had a dangerous smile on his face, and his breathing was starting to normalize.
"Now, you're going to pay," Bobby said, and his eyes were filled with mischief, with a smile that would give an imp pause. He frowned at him in confusion.
Bobby lunged down with his head and started kissing Kevin's chest furiously. His tongue passed over his nipples causing him to groan. Bobby wasn't as patient as him though - moments later he was licking his abs, and before he knew it his own boxers were gone - thrown somewhere into the distance of the room. Kevin felt Bobby toying with his cock, which had long since been hard and aching to shoot.
"You have a great cock," Bobby said, and his voice was filled with lust.
Kevin laughed a little at the comment. He raised his head to say something when suddenly the greatest fucking feeling in the world flooded him. It was like all his buttons had been pressed at the same time. He threw his head back and groaned loudly. He felt like shouting. He slowly raised his head, and couldn't see above his heaving chest. He propped himself onto his elbows and looked down. Bobby was sucking him off, his mouth moving up and down his shaft. It was difficult to explain the feeling - he closed his eyes, but he wanted to laugh, to shout, to cry out. It was too much, and Bobby made it worse by looking like he wouldn't be happy doing anything else in the world.
"Bobby, I'm close..." he said with broken speech. He could feel the build up in his pelvis, the imminent explosion building. If Bobby went down on his shaft just one more time, he'd erupt like a volcano.
Bobby ignored him and went down on him on last time, taking his whole length and burying his nose in his dark pubes. "Oh shit, Bobby... I'm going to shoot..." he said, and it was a miracle he could say anything at all. He thought he was dying. His whole pelvis contracted, and he felt like all the orgasms he'd ever had, had returned to combine into a single ejaculation. He cried out, and shouted in pleasure as his head fell back with closed eyes. He could feel himself shooting huge volumes, his whole dick was contracting and pulses were running through his body like an earthquake, and it went on an on. When he thought his body would give it a rest, he would become aware of Bobby's moist mouth around his cock, and his hips would buck involuntarily and shoot again. Eventually he collapsed totally and fell back on his pillow, and groaned as he felt Bobby's mouth slip off his dick. His head felt dizzy, and small black spots littered his vision. Holy shit.
He felt Bobby crawl up to him and lie on his chest. His face was close to him and a smile covered his face. "That was a huge load, Kev," he said.
"What did you expect? It had to match the fucking amazing blowjob," he replied, but each word was difficult to form.
Bobby laughed. "It was the first of many. I hope you know you're not going anywhere today. Maybe to eat. Maybe. Apart from that, you're staying in this room all day so that I can do you over and over again. I waited weeks to get my hands on you, and now that we're alone - you're going to wish you hadn't rescued me."
Kevin laughed, and Bobby smiled boyishly and moved forward and kissed him. He could taste his cum in Bobby's mouth, and Bobby smiled at him when he identified the taste. "Shit, I can't wait to see what else you can do," he told Bobby honestly. Spending a whole day in one room having his way with Bobby would be close to the ultimate dream come true for him. He'd unloaded his whole Bobby with that first load, true, but he'd better find some more where that came from. He couldn't claim to be the most powerful mutant in the world if he couldn't shoot more than once a day. Not a very apt parallel, but he was looking for motivation, not logic.
"Shit, look at the walls," Bobby said with awe.
Kevin turned to look and used his powers to illuminate the room a little more. The walls were almost torn to pieces, as if a giant trident had ripped into them and dragged along, tearing wide crevices into the steel. Each crevice was filled with ice. It was deranged, but oddly decorative and neat.
"What the hell caused that, Kevin?" he asked with curious amusement.
"Two fucking good orgasms," he said with a smile, and hugged Bobby tightly. "I think our next goal should be to tear the whole place down next time we shoot."
Bobby laughed. "If we weren't mutants, I'd expect our screams to do that alone. I haven't shot like that in years."
"I don't think I've ever shot like that."
"My dick is still protesting," Bobby said, but he ground his pelvis into Kevin's and proved he was as hard as ever. Fucking liar.
"Then maybe we should give it a rest," he replied to Bobby. Not like he wanted to, but he felt like prodding the situation.
"Don't even think about it," Bobby said with an amused but serious glare on his face. "You're going to feel this at least another ten times today, or more. We both are. You're going to regret ever meeting me."
"I'll never regret that," he said kissing Bobby softly on the lips.
"We'll see about that. Give me 'til dusk. There are places I want to touch you which only my mind has ever been privileged enough to visit. Let's see if the little level four can bring the big level five to his knees."
Kevin laughed loudly. They both did. He laughed, but he felt apprehension. Bobby was serious. Oh shit ... he was going to enjoy this day too much. He suddenly regretted initiating the first move with Bobby. He'd unlocked a sex fiend. He smiled to himself, and couldn't wait to see what Bobby was going to do to him.
Callisto walked along the passages of Erik's underground lair. She was furious. The fool man hadn't heeded her warnings, yet he expected miracles. Sometimes she thought he was insane, but she would never dare accuse him of it. These passages were morbid and tiresome, but they were a temporary reprieve until she could get her revenge on Storm for what she had done to her on Alcatraz Island. She approached Erik's private rooms, which occupied more than half of the area, and entered softly. He was pacing around furiously, and metallic objects were following him, sometimes split into pieces - sometimes melting and merging into other objects. He was a master at his art, but he was making her life difficult.
"Magneto," she said angrily, but she still moderated her tone while speaking to him. He didn't suffer fools lightly.
"What do you want?" he said rudely.
"I want to know how I am supposed to find Kronos when you are using enough magnetism to blind my vision almost completely." It was true. He had told her a week ago to locate Kronos as soon as he'd stumbled into her rooms. Kronos had actually managed to cut his powers off for over an hour, something which she thought was impossible. To say that Magneto was furious was an understatement. He'd told her to locate Kevin, which she'd done instantly. He was outside their lair, but suddenly he'd jumped hundreds of miles to the X-mansion - how she couldn't say. He'd remained there for little over an hour, before vanishing completely. It had been over a week and there was no sign of him, and she'd scanned the whole world several times. She couldn't find him anymore than she could find Iceman or Pyro. She'd rather liked Pyro - he was attractive and vicious, and cruel like she was. It was a great pity that Magneto was now going to destroy him for his treachery. Ever since she'd told Magneto that she couldn't find Kronos or Pyro, he'd been in a rage. He'd regularly toss metallic objects around or terrorise aspects of his private rooms. Yet, ever since that day, he'd been using magnetism on an enormous scale. She'd only felt him use that level of power once before - when he'd lifted the Golden Gate Bridge a year ago. Yet deep in the earth, in this secret place, he was using all of his strength to do something. It made it impossible for her to search for Kevin accurately. It was like asking her to search for a star in the night sky, but the sun was glowing right next to her.
The anger left Magneto's face. "I do apologise my dear, but what I have done is necessary to destroy Kronos and his treacherous allies."
"So you mean to destroy him now?" she replied.
"Indeed," he said, and he bared his teeth and formed a fist. The man would never forgive Kronos for facing him - he didn't know how to forgive anything. Kevin was a decent guy, a real winner in most departments, and definitely not Brotherhood material. He doubted Magneto could just walk up to him and kill him, and it would require careful planning. It was a pity - Kevin hadn't truly done anything wrong, yet his life was about to be cut short. Perhaps it was for the best - he was too dangerous to be left alive. He could wipe out the Brotherhood in a single day if the idea came into his head.
"Forgive me, Magneto, but are you... strong enough to face him? Jean Gray annihilated anyone who even looked at her strangely, and I think she was more forgiving than him."
He glared at her for a long moment, and she shuffled her feet. It wasn't the wisest comment to make to this man, but if she was going to get tied up in the plot, she needed to know what her chances were.
"Look at this," Magneto said after a while, and he pointed his hand at a wall panel which separated from its mountings with ease, revealing a silvery suit of armour. The armour flew to Magneto and covered him from head to toe. He was covered in the brilliantly silver plate armour, and a blue visor covered his eyes. He spoke and his voice assumed a metallic chime.
"Now you know what I've been working on," he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
"Kronos will disintegrate it," she said simply. This was unimpressive.
"Will he?" Magneto said. "This is adamantium. Not even the Phoenix could destroy adamantium, and it took an immense amount of my strength to manipulate it into plate armour. I even made it more dense than regular adamantium. It is indestructible, and the helmet is impervious to psychic attacks. With this I can get close enough to the lout, to break his body. He may be as powerful as any Greek god, but he is still a man, and he bleeds like all men bleed when they are harmed."
"But I can't find him," she said.
"In time he will make a mistake and we will know where to find him," he said.
"Are you just going to walk into his location and battle him? Surely you wouldn't take that chance?"
He laughed, and his robotic resonance was eerie. "Kronos is very powerful, but he is a slave to his heart and his emotions. We just need to press on that aspect of his personality, and he will come to us."
"How?" she said.
"Not everyone around him is as powerful as he is," he said, and he started laughing uncontrollably. She shivered, and was suddenly glad that she wasn't Kevin.
Bobby walked into the training room. Kevin had done a good job creating a practice room where they could freely experiment with and hone their powers. It was early evening, and he was tired. He'd just finished eating dinner, which had thankfully replenished his hugely depleted energy stores. He would have skipped his training session, except that Pyro would be waiting for him. He was wearing some tracksuit pants, and no shirt. It was hot, and after spending hours having hot sex with Kevin, he was much too preoccupied to think about wearing a shirt - and screw John if he didn't like it. After practicing alone for two days, he and Pyro had felt bored and unfulfilled during practice sessions, so John had asked him if they could practice against one another. He was hesitant, especially since their last 'practice session' a year ago had practically been a duel to the death. John had spent several hours trying to convince him that although they should battle as if their lives depended on it, they would stop long before they got hurt. In his experience, a promise from John meant very little, but he was bored too and couldn't deny that he needed someone experienced to practice against. If Magneto ever did appear, he didn't want to feel untrained while he tried to help or defend Kevin.
John was waiting in the training room, leaning against a table. His face was in a grimace, and he looked angry. Angrier than usual.
"You're late," he said impatiently, when he saw him walk in. He was dressed in black jeans, with a tight white vest. He stood up and started walking to the other side of the huge hall with all its intricate obstacles.
"Sorry," he said dismissively, but John snorted and continued walking to the other side of the room.
He stood facing John, who watched him impassively in the distance. For a moment there was silence. He didn't feel like training, he was exhausted - but he had to force himself, and besides, he didn't feel like looking weak in front of John of all people. John suddenly raced towards him, and he followed shortly after. A huge fireball shot from John's hand in Bobby's direction. It wouldn't have hit him... direct attacks were against the rules. Bobby shot a ray of ice at the fireball which vaporised into a hot cloud of steam. With his other hand, he froze the ground beneath Pyro's feet causing him to slide uncontrollably along the ground. At the same time a rogue fireball shot over Bobby, causing him to duck, or risk losing his head. Bobby looked up and didn't even have time to gasp as John hurtled into him, still sliding aimlessly on the carpet of ice he'd created. They crashed into one another with an anguished grunt and slid along the floor until they came to a halt, lying next to one another a few feet apart.
"You nearly burned my head off, asshole," Bobby said to John, while trying to catch his breath.
"If your mind wasn't so focussed on fucking your boyfriend, maybe you'd have noticed that it was a mistake," John shouted back.
Bobby's mouth fell open in shock, but suddenly he felt angry. Two could play this game. "That's right. Training does seem a little less important when I'm thinking about doing Kevin tonight. Again!"
Shock painted John's face, but he recovered quickly and snarled. "You motherfucker," he said, and lunged at Bobby with his fists.
Bobby grabbed his hands and they grappled on the floor, struggling to overwhelm one another. This finally told him exactly what he'd suspected. John liked Kevin. He could have sworn that they guy was straight, but on the day of the rescue he'd seen how John had changed when Kevin had supported him. He'd become affectionate, and made as if he was injured just so that he could remain in contact with him.
John knocked Bobby's hands away. His face was red with anger, and his eyes were filled with hatred. His hands clasped around Bobby's neck and he started to throttle him. Bobby knocked him over and stood up, seething with anger and contempt.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" he shouted to John, but John didn't respond. He stood opposite him with his eyes boring holes in his head. A fireball suddenly appeared in his hand, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips. This fight was getting out of hand.
The fireball streaked from John's hand, and he deflected it with a shield of ice. He ran towards John who was already forming another ball of fire. The fireball rushed towards him, but he was almost upon John. He deflected it again, but the fireball deflected into the floor and exploded sending them both flying twenty feet and smashing into the opposite wall. They slid down and sat there breathless and in pain. He quickly scanned himself, and couldn't see any serious injuries. He looked to his side, half-expecting to see John dead, half-expecting another attack. John sat there with a blank look on his face, staring forward vacantly as if he could see something beyond the floor. He looked paralysed with shock.
"John... are you okay?" Bobby said softly.
John didn't respond, and continued looking forward. He looked like a statue. A single tear fell from his eye and down his blank face. Bobby rushed over to him and hugged him. "John... are you okay? What is wrong?" he repeated. He had never seen John cry, or show any negative emotion. He hoped he wasn't seriously hurt.
John just leaned his head forward and wept softly on Bobby's shoulder. There was no hysteria, or mass outpouring of emotion - just a quiet moment where he could hear John's soft sniffs and ragged breathing. Bobby just hugged him, but couldn't imagine what was going on in his mind. After a while John quietened, but his embrace tightened. John didn't ease up until at least twenty minutes had passed.
"I've wanted to do that for years," John muttered into Bobby's shoulder, and he couldn't help but frown. What was he talking about? He gently lifted John from his embrace and looked at him the eyes. John's eyes were red, and he struggled to look at Bobby.
"John - you need to come clean with me. What is going on with you?" He said it gently, and he really wanted to know.
John looked at the ground. "Bobby ... I'm gay, but I guess you already figured that out." Bobby nodded silently, and his eyes told Pyro to continue.
John sighed. "I loved you for a very long time, but I was afraid to accept my feelings - so I went to the other extreme. I regret it. I'm so sorry, Bobby, just like I can't even begin to apologise for trying to hurt you earlier."
"John, it's okay..."
"No it's not," he interrupted. "I like Kevin. He's amazing, but I see now that you love him more than I do, and he loves you completely. It's just that... I'm tired of being alone." His face was so sad. He had a world of unhappiness riding on his shoulders.
Bobby hugged John, and stroked the back of his head. "One day you'll find someone, John. You're a great guy and you can have everything you want from life. And you're not alone. I'm here for you, and so is Kevin."
John embraced him tightly, and they stood there for a long time, until he was convinced John was asleep on his shoulder. He helped him back to his room and tucked him into his bed. Shaking his head sadly he walked back to his room and his mind was racing with his concern for John. He walked into his room. Moments later he felt two arms wrap around him and hug him tightly.
"I missed you," Kevin whispered into his ear, and licked his earlobe.
Bobby leaned back into the embrace and sighed. "I'm so lucky to have you," he said to Kevin. Kevin hugged him tightly, but probably didn't realise in what context he was expressing himself. Poor John. He would be as good a friend to him, as he was a lover to Kevin. The guy had never known true companionship, and he was begging for it.
"I want you," Kevin said into his ear, and he smiled. It was good to feel safe, to return to a place where all his problems could disappear. He turned around and kissed Kevin, and all his problems disappeared. For the moment.
End of Chapter 7
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