Pyro Gives In

Okay, I have a confession to make; that is, I haven't written slash before. And so if this seems a little bumbling and awkward (or worse), that's why. Thanks.

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He wanted her again. The sight of her soft blue body in front of him, impaled on his cock, and the feeling of near-agonizing pleasure as he thrust in and out of her anus…these things kept him up at night in a way that nothing else would. He was truly terrified of Mystique, and so that position of power—the feeling of total control—was a potent aphrodisiac. She was so impenetrable, so bitchy and imperious. But what a body! A few nights after he and Erik had fucked her, he’d dreamt that they were holding her down, raping her while she screamed. He’d woken with a vague sense of guilt and a massive hard-on, which he partially attributed to the end of his dream, a weird and confusing segment in which Erik had sodomized him. He wasn’t entirely sure what had caused his erection. The rape had been hot…but violent, the sodomy exciting but wrong. Pyro was confused. He liked the Brotherhood a good deal more than he’d liked the X-Men, but at least the latter had the benefit of sexual clarity. He hadn’t had a gay sex dream before coming to live with Erik, nor had he experienced such arousal at the idea of rape.

He lay back down in bed, idly stroking his penis. His eyes fluttered shut, lips pursed in concentration. The dream had begun randomly, somethwherwhere he’d been watching TV and suddenly they were there beside him, Erik and Mystique on the couch. Mystique was silent as usual, saying nothing but observing everything. Her legs were crossed and her foot swung back and forth rhythmically like the pendulum of a clock. Beside her, Erik sat with his arms crossed. He stared at Pyro, smiling conspiratorially with his watery blue eyes. The barest trace of a smirk played on his pale lips.

“What?” John was nervous. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re looking very handsome tonight, my boy.”

Mystique snorted.

“Oh,” said John shakily. “Thanks.”

Erik wrapped his arm around Mystique’s shoulders. “Don’t pout, Raven. You’re looking quite lovely yourself.”

Unimpressed, she shrugged him away and got up. The image of her smooth, tight buttocks, the soft movement of muscles under sleek, indigo skin, became firmly imprinted in John’s mind. Suddenly he was overcome, and, grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her onto his lap.

In his dreams, he was stronger, stronger even than Mystique. She’d squirmed angrily, snapping at him with those startlingly white teeth, attempting in vain to get away. Her eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, flashed bright yellow. Truly beautiful, as odd as she appeared. John threw her down on the couch and straddled her slender body. His cock felt instantly rock hard. He leaned forward to cover her mouth with his own, relishing the sensation of her full, wet lips as she…


In bed, John sat up. He had been falling asleep, but now someone was knocking on his door. Shaking off the last remnants of that which is impending slumber, he called out.

“What?”

The door opened slowly, and Erik walked in, smiling genially. “Good morning, John. I brought you some orange juice.”

Cute, thought Pyro, how Erik just seemed to look for reasons to visit. “Thanks.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, and John unconsciously pulled the sheets up against his naked chest. Erik smiled at him. “How are we this morning, my boy?”

John shrugged and grinned back. “I’m okay.” Then, struggling to fill what he perceived as a suddenly awkward silence, he added, “I had a weird dream, though.” He regretted the comment instantly.

“Oh?”

John struggled to think of something to say. What had his dream been about? He sure as hell wasn’t going to tell the old man he’d had an erotic fantasy about him! And he didn’t think a wet dream about Mystique would really qualify as proper conversation, at least not right now.

“Er, yes, it was a dream…you know how dreams are.” He laughed nervously.

“And what was it about?”

“I—uh—“

“Nevermind. I…think I understand.” The older man reached forward suddenly to pat John’s leg through the sheets. In private, the aloof veneer of Magneto’s personality dissolved completely. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he appeared the embodiment of dignity while remaining approachable, friendly.

John was embarrassed but relieved. The old guy probably just thought he’d had a dream about a supermodel or something, just your average run-of-the-mill teenage wet dream. He supposed he could handle that.

Erik leaned back on his hands and gazed up at the ceiling. “Pleasant time we had with Raven, don’t you think?”

It was idle chatter, clearly meant to lead to something else.

“Yeah.”

“My Raven is truly a divine creature.”

John glanced around the room nervously.

“And I’m glad you…er…experienced her, my boy. I should hope that it might inspire you to further experimentations in the future.”

John knew now what was being discussed. He remained silent, clutching his sheets closer still. Erik continued to examine the ceiling.

“What was your dream about, John?”

“I…don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

Magneto smiled indulgently. “Of course you don’t. Well, if that’s the way…” He stood and walked towards the door.

“You don’t have to leave!”

He turned back, waiting.

“That is,” explained John. “That is, you don’t have to. I dreamt about Ra—Mystique.” The fear of angering his mentor had spurred him to some degree of honesty, but he thought he preferred to keep the second part of his dream a secret.

“Did you now?” Erik sat back down on the bed, resisting the urge to pat the younger man’s leg again. “And what did you dream?”

John gulped nervously. “Just…you know, that we were with her again.”

“Mm. Anything new happen?”

“Well, no, not really…I mean, it was more…uh, wild.”

Erik grinned. “How so?”

John bit his lip and gazed downwards, suddenly aware of a growing erection. Weird. You’d think it had something to do with Erik. But hell, he was a horny kid; there wasn’t any surprise that talking about sex got him aroused, even with the older man there. He shifted uncomfortably and fumbled for a pillow to cover his lap with.

His hand had barely brushed the corner of one when Erik snatched it away, wagging his finger at him. “Naughty boy. Tell me about your dream.”

John felt his heartbeat speed up. “Well, Mystique and I…and you, we were sitting on the couch and…she…er…well, I…”

Erik laughed and then leaned in towards the boy. In a low, gentle voice, he urged him forward. “Tell me what happened, John. Did you fuck her?”

Images whirled in Pyro’s brain, images of Mystique spread-eagled and screaming for mercy on his cock. “Yes,” he murmured.

Erik nodded and stared at the boy curiously until John finally spoke. His voice trembled beyond control.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he whispered.

“Did you fuck me, John?”

A moment passed while Pyro recovered from his shock. Perhaps he’d known what was coming, but actually hearing those words sent bolts of electricity up and down his spine, through his arms, into the tips of his fingers. He shivered despite the sudden heat theemeeemed to be engulfing his body, and answered the question.

“Yes.”

Erik smiled. “That’s what I like to hear.” He moved closer to John and pressed a ginger finger to the boy’s lips. Then he smiled, and from beneath his finger, John smiled back.

“Come here, my boy.” Erik leaned in towards his protegee to kiss him on the cheek. John’s face burned, a nervous, shy smile still dancing on his lips. Were they going to have sex? He wasn’t sure he could handle the anticipation. He felt Erik’s arm snake around his shoulders, then, and he leaned closer and waited.

Magneto knew that John wouldn’t initiate anything, that was clear. Gently, he took the boy’s face in his hands and turned it towards him.

They kissed. John pulled away, embarrassed, before leaning forward to slip his tongue into Erik’s mouth. Several minutes passed while they concentrated on tasting each other. Then Erikan tan to stroke Pyro’s back, gently pressing at the lowest spot, easing him forward. When he lay on his stomach, Erik encouraged him onto his hands and knees and positioned himself behind him.

He massaged John’s lower back, tenatively squeezing his buttocks through the flimsy fabric of the boy’s pajama pants. He hooked slender fingers under the elastic waistband, sliding them down and over the globes of John’s ass.

Such a smooth, pale ass. Erik squeezed more enthusiastically. God, it felt good. John moaned softly, unconciously moved towards the source of his pleasure. He gasped when Erik lowered his face to his anus, flicking his tongue over its sensitive surface before moving down to his balls.

“Oh, John…”

The boy shivered with pleasure as Erik reached around to stroke his penis. But when he felt sudden pressure at his asshole, he balked. It felt pleasantly tingly for now, but for how long?

Erik finally beto eto ease his way in slowly, concentrating on the sight of his hard cock pushing its way into the boy’s anus. Damn, it felt incredible. If it hadn’t already been so painfully clear that John was a virgin, the tightness of his asshole would have made it obvious.

Accepting Erik’s cock wasn’t easy, but John suspected that he might get used to it. As for now,everever, it burned like hell. He groaned in pain, his eyes began to water.

“I can stop.”

John shook his head frantically while attempting to find his voice. “No…no…”

Erik smiled and began to thrust. Though he was still moving slowly, the sensation was gorgeously heady and required him to swallow great gulps of air to avoid passing out. John buried his face in a pillow to muffle his own voice, but his moans gave way to howls, and his howls were clearly audible. Behind him, Erik was moving faster and faster, thrusting hard, burying himself to the hilt and relishing the sight of John’s anus stretching to accommodate him. He reached around and began to jerk the boy’s cock, fondle his balls.

When John came, Erik wasn’t far behind. Together they spasmed, John crying his name and collapsing.

In the next room, Mystique lay in bed, meditating. She was morphing without thinking much about it, changing size and shape in much the same way other people might fumble with their hair or tap their fingers. With liquid ease, her breasts swelled, her waist became more narrow. Her fingers shrank and grew alternately, her legs stretched across the room, her lips were thinner, then fuller, attached to her neck, her belly, the sole of one foot. Her arms became wings. But she froze entirely when she heard the moans. It was pretty clear that Erik had finally succeeded in seducing young Pyro. In one fluid movement Raven slipped back into her true form and lay still on the bed, her expression as typically stoic as ever. Only her eyes, glittering with fresh tears, betrayed her true emotions.

Another strangled howl reached her ears. It was Erik, she could tell. The realization caused her reserve to shatter entirely, and she began to tremble, drawing her knees up to her chest and sobbinokenokenly.

Erik loves me , she reassured herself. He’s just…it’s the novelty of new flesh. He’ll return to me soon.

But she wasn’t entirely sure of that. Feeling increasingly more fragile and lonely, her thoughts turned to Logan, the Wolverine, who had held her in his arms and seemed to care.