A Lesson Taught

Fandom: X-men Movieverse
Title: A Lesson Taught 2
Author: Hyperdrive85
Pairing: St.John/Colossus (My focus went to someone NOT Logan while writing this so I changed it, I PROMISE I will do Logan after this one!
Sequel/Continuation: Continued from A Lesson Taught
Genre: Slash (male/male sex) and a good bit of it too! Submission (Pyro is such an Uke to Seme Logan!)
Summary: (Before St.John joins the Brotherhood.) Pyro is a rebellious kid and when Logan returns, he feels a little attracted to the rebel teacher. Logan catches St.John being a bad kid and takes the opportunity to show him how the Wolverine disciplines bad seeds.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Marvel owns 'em, I just write with them. I promise to put them back where I found them when done, nothing broken. I don't make money or anything off this, all I get is feedback!
Author's note1: Pyro is sort of a mix between the movie version and his comic version. For one he is St.John, like he SHOULD have been in the movie. Also, he uses some Aussie words as he speaks but for the sake of grammar and my head I am keeping it english mostly :-p

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Author: w00t w00t, I'm back to give you more!

Piot'r: Oh, so now I am invloved in this?

Author: Yes, it was my fingers fault blame them! They typed, I just opened Wordpad!

Fingers: We like to be kinky!

Piot'r and St.John: -.-; -.-;

Author: WHAT!? Grr, just go before I stab you two!

St.John: Am I really that gay?

Author: If you're working for me then yes, now go! *pokes both in butt*

St.John and Piot'r: OO; OO; *poked* OW!
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A Lesson Taught 2
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Logan couldn't stand it! He'd never had anything so close to him but couldn't have it...anything he could remember anyway. The fact that this object of want also knew this and liked to flaunt the fact, only made it worse. Jean Grey, the bane of Logan's heart, always flirting with him, making him want her more and more. The only thing keeping her from him was Scott Summers. That son of a bitch preppy little asshole! Logan sat outside on a small concrete bench in the backyard watching the two lovebirds train together while smoking a cigar, thinking all this. Logan continued to think, thinking about that preppy piece of shit who loved to make his days a living hell. The guy must have a fucking broomstick up his ass, he's always so stern and mature, so retarded. What Jean sees in him isn't obvious to anyone else apparently, since no one else seems to like him either. Logan sighed, there wasn't any sense in dwelling on it, nothing was gonna change.
St.John was sitting up in his room, which happened to face the backyard. He could clearly see Scott and Jean practicing their mutant powers, and he could also see Logan, lazily sitting on one of the concrete benches, watching Jean and Scott. Bobby was sitting on his bed reading more comics and listening to his CD Player, the sounds of Coldplay blared from the cheap headphones. St.John had seen Logan around the school a lot lately, and he didn't seem like the kind of guy wh would think twice about staying here. He smoked, he cussed, and he didn't follow rules....a lot like himself he thought.
"He's a rebel."
Bobby looked up from his comic.
"What'd you say?"
"Oh, nothing, just talking to myself."
"Ah, what'd you say tho?"
"I said...He's a rebel."
"Who is?"
"That Logan guy, the one who helped Rogue."
Bobby nodded then grinned slyly.
"You and him would make a cute couple."
St.John lunged a pillow at Bobby that hit him square in the face.
"Fuck off Drake! That's not funny."
"Well I'm just tired of you moping around!!"
"I would be if you'd-"
"-John! You know I-"
"-Yea yea...ROGUE is in the picture."
St.John stood up and walked over to the closet grabbing his jacket and then walked to the door.
"I'm tired of that excuse, harass me when you've thought of a new one snowjob."
St.John opened and shut the door, leaving Bobby alone again, feeling bad that he had let things get this way.

St.John stuck his hands in his jacket pocket and marched away from his room, he held his head down and let his shoulders slouch, anyone who saw him wouldn't dare bother him. He didn't notice the man walking towards him, equally unaware of any other pressences. That is until they walked right into each other. St.John toppled to the side after running into what felt like a wall. He shook his head, angry with frustration and lashed out at the person so unaware of his mood.
"Hey man, I was fucking WALKING here!"
"Sorry comrade, I wasn't...watching."
St.John looked std stopped rubbing his head. It was Colossus! St.John sighed angrily.
"Whatever, just...watch where you're goin' tin man."
St.John called him that since he couldn't ever remember the guys name, it was wierd...had an apostrophe in it or something.
"Da, I will remember daht. What has you so down my american friend?"
"Huh? Oh...nothing, just regular shit you know?"
"Um, no I do not...what is this "sheet."
St.John had to laugh, this guy was about the same age as him and didn't know half the words he did. St.John gave him a second look, and noticed all of a sudden the guy was in his boxers. His chest was so much larger than St.Johns, and so well definfed, no wonder he felt like he had hit a wall.
"Dude, why are you in your boxers? It's like mid-afternoon."
"I know, but I dirtied mine clothes playing outside and did not want to dirty the Institute. It would not be polite, no?"
"Oh...okay whatever man. So I take it you're heading to your room?"
"Da, then I feel like a shower, care to join me?"
St.John looked stunned, was this guy just ASKING him to take a shower with him?
"What?"
"I ask if you wish to join me in the boys shower, we can be social...friends yes?"
St.John was about to say no, but he let his eyes fall on that gloriously built body and had to see more. He smiled, a little sly, then nodded.
"Sure man, but I don't need to shower I'll just sit and talk."
Colossus stood up from where he had been sitting, and St.John noticed he wao ano and stood up. Colossus smiled and patted St.John on the back with one of his big hands.
"Good! I will tell you about my family in Russia! My sister, Iilyana, is a beauty!"
St.John listened as the big russian talked about his russian family. they walked to Colossus' room and he grabbed some clothes and a towel, then proceeded across the hallway to the elevator that would take them down to the boy's showers.
"Colossus...I always forget, what's your name?"
"Oh! Piot'r Nickolavich Razputin....but Scott and the others call me Petehr."
"Peter...that's a lot easier to remember."
Peter blushed, he looked at St.John as they entered the locker room.
"I must admit comrade, I have never learned your name."
"St.John, but a lot of people just call me John...I don't like it but it doesn't bother me that much."
"I see...Sinjon?"
"Hehe, John is fine if it's easier Peter, like your name is hard for me."
"Da, it is a hard name...John it is."
Peter and St.John stopped at Pete's locker. He set his things down and then stood, looking at John. Then he blushed again. St.John looked confused.
"Something wrong?"
"I...I am, well, un-comf-ort-able, undressing while..being watched."
St.John blushed himself, he hadn't noticed he was staring.
"Oh, my bad, I'll turn around."
St.John turned and heard the noise of shuffling fabric. Peter had quickly shed his dirt ridden boxers and slipped on his clean white towel over his waist.
"Decent now John."
St.John turned around, he noticed the smal bulge in from behind the cotton towel and let out a compressed sigh, he couldn't believe what he was doing, yet another side of him was egging him on, telling him the big guy had no clue and he was safe.
"Uh...okay...well go...go on about your...family. I'll sit right here and....listen."
Peter nodded, he was still a little read in the face, but walked into the shower room and looked back to see St.John sit on one of the benches and seemingly not care that he was about to undress fully in front of the guy.
Unknown to St.John, Peter was having the same thoughts as he. Peter had bumped into St.John and immediatly started apologizing, when he looked up to see the guy, he almost choked on his breath. Now he was about to risk showing his private regions to this hot guy he'd just met in the hallway. Peter took a small breath, if he was going to make friends he would need to stop being so withdrawn, so safe. He needed to let things be. Peter tugged off the knot he had made with his towel and held it still over his pelvic region, still thinking. What if he became hard, what if he wasn't what this new guy wanted. Was he fooling himself? Did he really think this guy liked him? Or was it just in his head? Peter sighed, he knew it was to late to urn back, so he pulled the towel off and hung it on the rack above the shower faucet.
St.John was leaning forward, all the time gawking at this mass of muscle before him. When the towel came off St.John got to see Peter's well formed bubble butt. Perfectly rounded except for the small indents on the outside of his cheeks. Smooth as a baby's skin and probably just as soft. St.John pulled back when he noticed the stirring in his pants, he coughed and spoke loud to Peter as Peter turned the water on.
"So, what do you like Peter?"
Peter jumped slightly, he had actually almost forgotten St.John was there. He reached for the soap and started to lather it up in his hands.
"I, like to draw. You should see the one I did of Bobby and Rogue today."
"Oh? I'll have to see it after your shower."
"Alright. Um, I also like music. Like any teenage guy."
"Sweet! What kind of bands?"
"I like to listen to hard rock, old bands."
"You're oldskool, I like that!"
Peter smiled, even though St.John couldn't see.
A few minutes of talking passed by, then it started to get quiet. St.John had become enveloped in watching Peter wash his body, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he stretched for his arms, then his chest, and his thighs. St.John wanted everything in the world for the russian to turn around, just to glimpse at what he packed away behind the boxers. Peter n the other hand wasn't thinking about much of anything anymore. He had stopped talking to wash himself, the flow of the warm water and self-massaging of his big muscles made him feel so relaxed, even if there was someone watching him. In fact, under the water, Peter felt a little more daring, daring enough to turn around to let the water wash the dirt and grime off his back and rear end. Which of course gave St.John his much wanted front view. The aussie almost fell of the bench, Peter was huge. Six inches at least, and he was still soft! It seemed all the hair that was non-existant on Peter's body trailed from his belybutton to a huge, black wad surrounding his cock. There was a definite tent in St.John's pants begging to be let out.
Peter hadn't noticed the attention his lower region was getting. In fact he was lost in the hot sensation of water on his flesh. He incoherently started to soap his hands and run them along his pelvis, just a little away from his cock. He worked to scrub his pubes and front thighs, then started to soap up his ballsac and penis. The touch brought him back to his senses when he felt a spike of ecstacy run through him. He turned back around again, embarrased as anything else when he realized his new friend John had probably been watching this whole time. It was to late now, his cock was starting to heat up and harden now. After a second or two, Peter heard St.John still behind him in the locker room, breathing a little heavily...did he like what Peter had shown him? Maybe he WAS right about the guy! This caused Peter to lose his cautious thoughts and try to be a little more daring.
"John!"
St.John jumped, when Peter yelled it was loud, and it echoed through the showers.
"Y...yea."
"Can, can you help me?"
"H..help you?! How?"
"I need someone to wash my back...I don't usually do it, but I would...appreciate the help."
St.John was breathing heavily now, here was his chance to see those muscles up close. He hadn't ever backed down from an opportunity before so why should this be the same. He stood up and asked in a calm voice.
"You want me to take my clothes off?"
"Uh...well, if you don't want to get them wet."
St.John made jump inside a swi swiftly walked over and grabbed a cleaning rag and a bar of soap for himself. He walked over to the bench by his own locker and quickly undressed. He threw his shoes off and then whipped off his sweatpants, his boxes tenting, his cock aching from the pressure. St.John practically tore his shirt off and then, slowly, pulled down his boxers, his long but skinny cock bouncing out and sticking straight out, hard as a pole. He blushed a little, hoping Peter didn't mind. What St.John didn't see was Peter's twelve inches of hard flesh sticking so far out it almost touched the tile wall. Thick and long, Peter was resisting all urges to masterbate right there. He was going to really do this, even if it hurt him later.
St.John took a small breath before stepping into the showers with a washcloth and soap. He felt the hot water hit his feet and breathed in swiftly at the sudden sting. It subsided quickly and the aussie walked up to Peter's back.
"So, want me to start wirth your shoulders?"
"Da, that would be good."
St.John heard the roughness of his voice, but proceeded to soap his hands up with the bar of soap. He let it fall to the floor and started to rub the soap into Peter's shoulders. Peter let a small moan come from his mouth, this was going to get way hotter. St. John rubbed the soap into Peter's shoulders like a massage, all the time watching the way the muscles in his back tensed and released while he massaged his muscles. St.John moved to right below Peter's shoulder and started to soap and massage him there.
This went on for a couple of minutes, St.John was now working near the back of the arm pits, enjoying every minute now of this privelege. Peter had relaxed and was now thinking less about his embarassing erection and more about John and his attention to detail on his body. Peter unoticingly moved his right hand over to his pubes and slowly and quietly massaged that area while St.John washed his back slowly. St.John saw the movement of Peters hand and almost jumped...he had to see! His cock had softened, but came back with a vengeance when he saw the hand. St.John kept massaging, but moved his head around, trying to get a look. He started to peek over Peter's left shoulder, when he suddenly felt his cock hit something hard...like...a wall. St.John looked down to see his cock poking the soft spot right above Peter's crack. He froze, and felt Peter jump and freeze as well.
"Peter...I'm.....well...."
"John, no worries."
Peter proceeded to turn around, letting St.John stare at his gorgeous twelve inches of masculinity. St.John gawked long and hard at it, his own cock pulsing painfully, he'd never seen one that big. Not that he'd seen any really, other than his own and Bobby's. Peter blushed deeply at the attention, but you couln't tell since they were now both red from the heat of the water.
"You...can touch it, if you want."
St.John looked up at Peter. Other than Bobby he'd never done anything like this. With him though, it was more of a need for horny boys. This though, this, it was something more. St.John had a serious feeling for the russian, and he felt the same coming from him. He moved closer, making their erections touch.
"Why...don't I touch you all over?"
Peter breathed in and tensed, he'd never been able to do this. He'd liked many of the boys here at the institute but he'd never thought he'd be with one. He felt St.John move closer, and closer, tille he started to feel his dick rise up, and press against his stomach and St.John's cock. The heat between them now was unbearable. St.John kept pushing, till both of them were being drenched under the water coming from the showerheard.
They both looked into each others eyes, their bodies pushed together in a lustful clentching. Hands wrapped around each other bear tight, throbbing members in between tight abs. Then, Peter kissed St.John. A kiss to end all kisses, at least for these two. Their passionate, deep kiss was matched by a beginning of friction on both their parts. St.John and Peter started to rub against each other, causing their cocks to ignite with more passion, tingling with ecstacy. St.John rubbed furiously against Peter, unable to hold himself back any longer. A few more seconds and with a moan of deep, unbridled pleasure he shot his load. Long streams of St.John's hot, creamy life-seed shot from his cock head and coated it along with Peter's cock and both their chests and chins. St.John pulled off, exhibiting a moan from Peter.
"I've gotten you dirty Pete."
"John, don't worry, I wish to continue."
St.John got a mischevious look on his face and smiled.
"Oh but I insist, allow me to clean it off."
St.John pulled closer again and started to lick the sweat and cum off of Peter's chest. Peter moaned and threw his head back as St.John swiftly worked his way down to a nipple, licking the cum away and then nibbling it with his front teeth. He moved lower, and lower, licking the cum and water off of Peter's nipples, chest, abdomen, and even his belybutton. All this sent shivers of ecstacy all over Peter, he had to shoot soon or he would explode.
"Please...comrade...I must release! Please!"
St.John smiled, he had kneeled down and was looking directly at Peter's cum ridden cockhead. The rest of his erection was so hard, you could see the veins pumping blood through it. He sniffed the air, smelling the sweet sent of ecstatic sweat and sex. St.John took the cock in his hand and licked it from base to head, causing Peter to moan loudly. All St.John had to do now was pump it a few times, and Peter came so hard the cum almost knocked St.John over when it hit his face. It hit it once, and again, then his chest; St.John was getting a cum shower. Peter couldn't control himself, he just let it shoot, wad after wad of his man juice sprayed from his hot twelve inch cock.
When he had finished, Peter flopped down leaning against the shower wall. St.John came over and crawled on top of him, and kissed the russian with a cum soaked face.

After a few more minutes of just recovering, Peter stood up, letting St.John clean off. Peter turned the water off and walked out of the showers, he grabbed his clothes and dressed. St.John did the same, neither of them spoke till they were both fully dressed and standing, looking at each other. Then Peter spoke.
"John, would you wish to come with me to a movie this Friday night?"
St.John grinned, he'd never been asked on a date before.
"I guess, sure. We'll talk about what movie tommorow."
"Okay, sounds good. Want to see the picture I drew?"
"Sure...your room?"
"Da, and maybe, you'd allow me to draw you?"
"Why not, we're pals now."
Peter and St.John walked out of the lockers and walked over to the elevator to take them upstairs. They rounded one of the metallic corners and St.John, for the second time that day, ran into someone. This time he ran into Logan, who looked a little nervous.
"Oh! Sorry man!"
"Watch....where yer goin' kid."
"Sorry Logan...say what are you doing down here?"
"I...uh....was lookin' fer Ms Grey."
St.John smirked, he realized Logan had caught them andwasn't sayin' anything. He knew it since he had seen Logan watching Jean earlier, so he knew Logan would know where she was.
"Oh, I think she's outside with Scott, uh...Peter here and I were just showering off after a game that got us real dirty."
"Right...dirty, yes, we showered to clean off."
Logan looked up at the much taller Peter and smirked.
"Right, a dirty game...run along I got to shower off myself."
St.John almost had to laugh, he wondered if Logan would do anything OTHER than shower. That thought crept into his mind and stayed there, preying on St.John's curiousity. After Logan had wa int into the locker room, St.John motioned to Peter to follow him. Peter snickered, he had caught on and they knew this was a one in a lifetime chance. They were gonna sneak a peek at the Wolverine.

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To Be Continued...
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Author: *huff huff huff* Damn you fingers, you're good!

Fingers: Yes, we know. We are one, a collective, we work together to write this slashy stuff

St.John: Wow, even I was impressed. So Logan is next huh?

Logan: I can't believe they're spying on me!

Author: It's kawaii, shush your mouth Logan.
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