Frozen

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men. But that does not mean I don't have my fun with them.

A/N: Big points if you can name our star crossed lovers. And a prize if you can guess who our third lil star is in this drama.

I've always been of the opinion that a man's actions reflect his character. So far, my system of judging people has rarely failed. It can sometimes be difficult, given the often flagrant personalities one comes across in the hero business. Not that it's ever easy to understand someone, but most times, you can just tell. Gut feeling and all. My instincts have never failed me, until today.

Juggernaut had thrown his tantrum and I'd had to clean up the oaf's mess. Xavier owed me big, really big. So, as far as I was concerned, asking for a day or two away from the mansion's suffocating atmosphere wasn't much to ask. Apparently, I was wrong. One thing lead to another, and before I'd realized it a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

Life with a horde of ragging, hormonal teenagers is bad enough. But, tack on the sickening way they drool over their teachers, and the fawning they expect for the X you've been branded with, and it can drive a man to drink. Perhaps, this was how I'd managed to settle in. Ttrestress of being an X-man is like no other I've ever known. Indeed, I have a newfound respect for them. The longer I was one of them, the less I began to care about what was going on beyond the mansion. This is never a good thing.

The next thing I knew, my infatuation with my fellow teammate had turned into an obsession. It was embarrassing, to the the least. Beyond the simple fact that he wasn't interested, I somehow managed to draw more attention to myself and my obscene level of attraction. Soon, as things often go with boarding schools, everyone knew. Everyone that was, except him.

I'm not exactly sure whether it was intentional or not. Whether he was ignoring the rumors, or whether he had somehow managed to not hear them at all. Still, it left me with an uneasiness about him, upending my life from a simple attraction to an alpha level, life altering conundrum. Am I being overly dramatic? Perhaps. Does it make my situation any less complicated? Do you really wish the answer?

Today, was any ordinary day. I taught my class, I spent time wandering the halls and being gawked at, I confronted and proceeded to threaten Cyclops for more personal time. It worked about as well as usual. I ended up wasting more time and energy arguing, than enjoying the precious little time I was allotted. I made my daily trip to the infirmary and Annie. I'd hate her for her insightfulness if she weren't so damn accurate. For some reason, I can't even remember why, I headed to the hanger.

No, I can't explain it. I'm still unsure myself. There's a sneaking suspicion in the back of my mind that it was all some shoddy trick; an entertaining romp of one of the students, or even Emma. Whatever the reason, as I casually strolled along the many expensive aircrafts, I was drawn to the sound of what was either a struggle or some really raunchy sex. To my surprise, it was the latter. And to my unyielding will, it was him. But, the fact that I was witnessing the object of my devotion engaging in an act of public vulgarity did not phase me so much, as who he was doing it with.

How many times had I dreamt of him, only to remind myself it was a vain and fruitless effort? How often had I longed to run my hands along that flawless flesh, to leave a steaming trail of lust along that hardened body, as my hot tongue danced along the ice running through his every pore?

What hurt most, was not knowing that he was with another. But knowing this other was also a man. Women I could handle. They kept me in line. I could banter with them, vie for his attention, but I always knew in the end, if he went to bed with anyone, it would be them. I was wrong. I'd never been wrong before. Not about this. Not about something that mattered. Not about something that encompassed my entire being. How could I have been wrong?

His cheek pressed against the fine layer of ice he was sheathing the wall in, as he thrust back against the body behind him. The way his cheeks tinged, his lips parted…the way his lover's breath clouded around them, but of his own, there was no sign. They weren't naked, not completely. That would be too risky. But, to see the majority of his uniform around his ankles, the muscles in his legs straining under the force of heady thrusting. He clawed at his own creation, voice a high pitch of lust and want. And the body behind him responding, latching a mouth over the perfect column of his neck. His adam's apple bobbing, as he arched back, exposing his throat to the solidness of ice and air and sex.

I stood, frozen to the spot where I'd first sighted them. I stood and watched him be taken. Mine. Being stolen. His. Freely giving. His. Being taken. And I wanted. And I needed. And I ached.

He bit his lip, various areas icing over, causing his lover to shudder and push forward harder. He cried out. Groaned. Moaned a name that wasn't mine. And I watched as he gave himself completely.

They must've been there for a while. I don't know how they happened upon each other. This didn't look like it was staged. But then, he didn't look like he slept with his own gender. How long had this been going on? Before me? After me?

But it was never about me.

Their movements turned erratic. Driving forward, thrusting back. And forth. And back. And forth again. Each time growing closer. And I watched.

I watched as he struggled. As his body spasmed wildly, his release so close, it was painful. His hands scrabbled at an ice wall so thick he was nearly a part of it. And then they flew behind his head, to wrap around another's neck. His fingers curling in another's hair, as he called another's name and hit a climax that made him look so very much like a god.

His lover followed directly after, and I watched as he spilled into my love. I watched as my only clutched at him and they sunk to the floor, in a crouch of tangled bodies and shattered ice. They did not notice me. My legs could not propel me. Neither forward in blind rage, or backward in defeat.

The shadows consumed me as I stayed and stared. Their breathing evened out. They moved to cleanse themselves. He dissolved the melting ice as quickly as he'd created it. Sluggishly, purposefully they kissed, limbs tangling in the way lovers do. And then, just as carefully, they stroked one another, caressed cherished skin. An embrace, and they sorted out their uniforms.

Then he went one way, and my love another. And I stayed and stared.