Pyro Pays a Visit
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X-Men - Animated Series (all) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,831
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Oh, Pyro made a really big mistake
The commotion of the fight brought the other three boys running and they stood in the still open doorway to marvel at the almost undetectable speed in which Quicksilver landed his punches.
Neo had nothing on him.
"Whoa, whoa! Pete! Lay off!" Lance yelled at the tangle of brawling mutants.
Fred took the moment to intervene, using his weight and strength to break Pietro's momentum. Momentarily distracted, Pietro slowed his attack and it allowed Fred to hoist him off the orange haired mutant.
Bloodied and bruised, St. John staggered to his feet.
"You fucking maniac!" he screamed, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. "What's your problem?!"
"What are you doing?" Fred asked slowly, still holding the wildly struggling snowy-haired boy clamped against his meaty side.
"Lemmego! Lemmego!" he squawked trying to hoist himself out of the thick circle of Fred's arm.
"He just went nuts and attacked me!" St. John cried over Pietro's high-pitched voice.
They all gave St. John a look of disbelief.
Fred then turned and carried Pietro inside, leaving Lance and Todd to deal with the fire starter.
**
After that they managed to square away the new boy into a spare room without further incident. St. John even ventured to have dinner with them, enthusiastically joining in the conversation as if he'd been a member of the household forever. The fact that he decided he wasn't a guest anymore later led to a squabble with Pietro over whom, out of the two of them, was going to take a shower first. Surprising the new resident and even himself, the slender gypsy acquiesced and left St. John in peace.
The Aussie stood in the shabby bathroom, and marveled at its state of decay.
"It's better than what you had, Johnny," he muttered with a grin as he turned and caught his reflection in the shattered mirror.
Pyro reached out and traced a fingertip over the spider web of cracks in the glass and wondered who's head had to hit it and at what speed for it to break like that. He snickered a little and removed his shirt. He turned again and flexed his muscles, contorting his face from a sultry grin to an angry sneer.
"You know you want me, Pietro," he said saucily to his reflection. "Thinking about the 'ole Pyro as we speak."
He then winced a bit.
Man, that kid can fight dirty, he thought sourly, lightly pressing his fingertips against his bruised ribs. He's gonna pay for it, too.
Carefully shucking his jeans and boxers he dialed up the water as hot as it would go and stepped beneath the biting spray. It had been such a long time since St. John had been able to enjoy a peaceful hot shower that he moaned softly with pleasure as he soaped his hair and let the steamy water sluice all over his sore body.
St. John closed his eyes and turned his back to the shower spray, gratefully soaking up the heat as it seeped into his muscles. It felt so good to be able to relax, that thoughts of pummeling Pietro began to slip from his mind. Those thoughts were quickly replaced by much… better thoughts.
Leaning his head against the wall, he let his hands wander over his wet soapy body, not caring that he was about to stroke off in an unfamiliar shower. Although at the moment, he would have given up one of his Zippos to have Pietro’s hand do the dirty work.
He thought about the tightly muscled butt in that constricting teal colored uniform, sleek legs that would probably hold him so hard that he wouldn't be able to think about anything else but --
Suddenly the shower curtain flew open. He yelped in surprise, turned quickly, slipped on the soapy bottom of the bathtub and banged his head against the tiled wall. Rubbing his aching head, he glared out at the intruder.
"What the fuck!? I'm still in here, mate!"
"Time's up," Pietro announced through the billowing steam. "You're using up the hot water."
Neo had nothing on him.
"Whoa, whoa! Pete! Lay off!" Lance yelled at the tangle of brawling mutants.
Fred took the moment to intervene, using his weight and strength to break Pietro's momentum. Momentarily distracted, Pietro slowed his attack and it allowed Fred to hoist him off the orange haired mutant.
Bloodied and bruised, St. John staggered to his feet.
"You fucking maniac!" he screamed, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. "What's your problem?!"
"What are you doing?" Fred asked slowly, still holding the wildly struggling snowy-haired boy clamped against his meaty side.
"Lemmego! Lemmego!" he squawked trying to hoist himself out of the thick circle of Fred's arm.
"He just went nuts and attacked me!" St. John cried over Pietro's high-pitched voice.
They all gave St. John a look of disbelief.
Fred then turned and carried Pietro inside, leaving Lance and Todd to deal with the fire starter.
**
After that they managed to square away the new boy into a spare room without further incident. St. John even ventured to have dinner with them, enthusiastically joining in the conversation as if he'd been a member of the household forever. The fact that he decided he wasn't a guest anymore later led to a squabble with Pietro over whom, out of the two of them, was going to take a shower first. Surprising the new resident and even himself, the slender gypsy acquiesced and left St. John in peace.
The Aussie stood in the shabby bathroom, and marveled at its state of decay.
"It's better than what you had, Johnny," he muttered with a grin as he turned and caught his reflection in the shattered mirror.
Pyro reached out and traced a fingertip over the spider web of cracks in the glass and wondered who's head had to hit it and at what speed for it to break like that. He snickered a little and removed his shirt. He turned again and flexed his muscles, contorting his face from a sultry grin to an angry sneer.
"You know you want me, Pietro," he said saucily to his reflection. "Thinking about the 'ole Pyro as we speak."
He then winced a bit.
Man, that kid can fight dirty, he thought sourly, lightly pressing his fingertips against his bruised ribs. He's gonna pay for it, too.
Carefully shucking his jeans and boxers he dialed up the water as hot as it would go and stepped beneath the biting spray. It had been such a long time since St. John had been able to enjoy a peaceful hot shower that he moaned softly with pleasure as he soaped his hair and let the steamy water sluice all over his sore body.
St. John closed his eyes and turned his back to the shower spray, gratefully soaking up the heat as it seeped into his muscles. It felt so good to be able to relax, that thoughts of pummeling Pietro began to slip from his mind. Those thoughts were quickly replaced by much… better thoughts.
Leaning his head against the wall, he let his hands wander over his wet soapy body, not caring that he was about to stroke off in an unfamiliar shower. Although at the moment, he would have given up one of his Zippos to have Pietro’s hand do the dirty work.
He thought about the tightly muscled butt in that constricting teal colored uniform, sleek legs that would probably hold him so hard that he wouldn't be able to think about anything else but --
Suddenly the shower curtain flew open. He yelped in surprise, turned quickly, slipped on the soapy bottom of the bathtub and banged his head against the tiled wall. Rubbing his aching head, he glared out at the intruder.
"What the fuck!? I'm still in here, mate!"
"Time's up," Pietro announced through the billowing steam. "You're using up the hot water."