The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea Chapter Sixty Five (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… gesundheit! InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are extra loverly for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile: You’re not going to like this… Morgan: It’ll be in your box Monday, lol. Readers/Reviewers: One more chapter after this and we’re done until the next fic! And FYI—this has SLASH! Two males having sex. Yaoi, slash, whatever you want to call it, this is it… If this bothers you, go read something else until the next chapter!



“Is it locked?”
“Of course it is. Do I look like Kurt to you?” St John chided, climbing onto the bed in front of Bobby, who set in half-lotus, his fingers in almost literal knots in his lap. “You still nervous?”
“Not about this, if that’s what you’re asking,” he replied, unlacing his digits and trying to hold them still on his knees. “Just his whole thing with the press and lying like that… Do you think that mind wipe thing will work? A lot of people saw…”
“And a lot of people are going to think it’s a hoax some MIT students thought up over the summer.” St John shrugged, though he did not really believe it himself. “At worst, we just make the conspiracy theorist a little more twitchy.”
Bobby frowned. “I don’t know… even if they do succeed in this erasing thing… I mean…” He ran his fingers through his hair, making it stick up at odd angles as he tried to verbalize his fears. “More people than just local media saw that. People on the street, people who get media feeds from here… There’s no way we can stay hidden any more.”
“Do we need to?” St John asked, leaning in to kiss the spot right below Bobby’s ear. He murmured against his boyfriend’s neck, “Do you really think we’re the world’s best kept secret?”
Bobby closed his eyes for a moment, distracted by the feeling of St John’s tongue and lips on his flesh. “St John,” he finally found his voice, “we have to. We’d be ostracized or worse if people knew about us…”
St John sighed but did not relent in his kisses. “Bobby,” he said, taking a breath, “we’re advanced… we’re above them in terms of biology and science…”
Bobby recoiled. “What?” He could feel nervous fear rising in his stomach, gripping at his throat. “St John, you sound like Magneto.”
St John groaned and rolled his eyes, leaning forward to kiss Bobby again. “I’m just saying,” he replied between kisses, “that they’ll get over their knee jerk fear eventually. Not ever norm is going to want us dead and some of them are even going to see that we’re a biological inevitability.”
Bobby closed his eyes again and sighed. He wanted to argue, he really did, but St John’s mouth on his throat, his hand trailing up the inside of his thigh… they conspired against his will power. He murmured assent as St John began to unfasten the button on his jeans, leaning him back against the headboard. “What about Jean and Scott?” he asked suddenly, making St John growl in frustration.
“Fuck ‘em,” he snapped, grasping Bobby’s growing arousal before kissing him hard and deep, leaving them both breathless after a moment.
“Fuck ‘em?” Bobby mused, smiling dazedly. “Scott, I can understand but Jean… I’ll have to revoke your family membership.”1
St John snorted, then lad, md, making Bobby laugh in turn. He leaned in again and kissed his lips, then his chin, then his throat, moving lower with each brush of his lips against Bobby’s skin. Bobby sighed anew as St John unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest and stomach to his lover’s hungry gaze. The younger teenager felt hot all over, like fire was burning beneath his skin and he wondered fleetingly if this is what Amara felt like before she burned. He moaned, unable to hold it back, when St John’s mouth closed over the head of his arousal. Bobby gripped the sheet beneath him, bunching it in his fingers as he bit his lip. It was not new, this intimacy, but it still made his stomach flutter and his breath become shallow and short, the excitement coursing through him overriding everything else. St John was slowly taking him all in, using his lips and tongue and hands to make Bobby groan again, his body tensing as St John began caressing and gently sqing ing his hip and thigh, his fingers moving ever closer to their goal. Bobby swallowed a moan as he felt St John’s finger against him, pressing against the tight aperture but not forcefully. Bobby shifted, his heart racing a little more at the possibilities coming to fruition, parting his legs and lifting his hips for St John. He could not discern one sensation from another anymore—St John’s mouth working on his member, the finger sliding into his body or even St John’s breath against his skin were all a miasma of feeling, a burning ball of bright gold energy low in his belly, spreading through his body as the minutes passed. He gasped aloud and arched his back as a second finger joined the first and St John began licking and sucking in earnest, murmuring imprecations against Bobby’s length, on his knees with his hand on his own arousal, close to the edge and begging Bobby to join him. The glowing feeling suffused through every fiber of his being and Bobbt dot down hard on his lip to keep from crying out as he climaxed, St John trying to swallow it all but missing some, his orgasm still shivering through him as his lover rose on his knees and had his own release, sticky and messy, against him. Bobby closed his eyes, gasping for breath, as St John grabbed a t-shirt off the floor and tried to clean them both up as best as he could. “Looks like I’ve got laundry duty tonig he he muttered, blushing slightly. “Sorry, I think it’s yours.”
Bobby nodded. “At this point, I don’t think it matters.” He scooted over to make room for St John to lay down beside him, rolling to rest his head against the blond’s chest. “Are you scared?”
“Not as much as I should be.”

1 The Family, a colloquialism to refer to the gay/bi community.