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gala_applesyes, i am odd. you have full permission not to read this.
pairing: bobby/colossus/remy/pyro
summary: they all wank for different reasons. they all caused it, and none will end it.
It all started because I went home again. It wouldn’t have happened if they hadn't asked me back. I sure as hell wouldn’t have agreed t stay there, but they said a weekend was fine. So, I came home, and it wasn't fine in the least. They were each sure they could change me, each in their own way. I couldn’t exactly tell them I didn't want to be changed. I liked who I was, liked my powers, but it was impossible to say that.
So, I ended up spending more of the weekend in my room, on the computer. The door was locked so mom couldn’t offer me cookies, and a chance at salvation. I’m a teenage boy, what else would I have done with the computer? I couldn't not use it for nefarious deeds.
It happened because I came back. I didn’t want to, all Allerdyce's burn their bridges, not just the ones with firepowers. But Mag and me just didn’t get along, so I left. Came back here, where else would I go? I had been getting free nookie from Mystique, and after about a week, I needed a damn release. But it just wasn't good alone.
So I left the guild. Big deal. They’re not exactly the kind of friends you have big weepy goodbyes with. So what if I used my skills to make them like me? If god made me the skills, you'd think god would want me to use them. So, what if these new people have to like me too?
It happened because I switched rooms. Yeah, it was necessary; Bobby would have killed Pyro that first night. But that didn't mean I didn't cause it.
No one ever commented. They never said meet in Remy's room at midnight. But someone always went somewhere, and it was always the four of them. It was probably a good thing no one mentioned it during the day, that would have changed the feeling of the night. Not that they stared deeply into each others eyes on a everyday basis, but it would have been harder to forget what happened if they had to set up appointments.
We used to share a room. When he left I was miserable, not used to battling so many emotions. For a while I was depressed that the person that understood me best was gone. Then I hated Magneto for making him go. Then I hated John for choosing to go. After that I felt relief I wouldn’t have to watch his every move like a babysitter. I hated myself for that.
When he came back, everyone automatically assumed I wouldn’t room with him anymore. He went to Colossus, and a few days later a new kid came. Remy was put into my room.
I don’t know what I would have done in he had come back to my room. Maybe I would have hurt him, slugged him if the face or broke his arm. Maybe I would have ruined him, killed him, taking him lighter and shown him any fire he could make I could end. Maybe I would have done nothing. I wasn't given the option.
Maybe I started it, maybe I didn't. But I kept on going to the room after hours.
It was a huge difference to be back at this place. Their outlook was completely different. Magneto let you do all the small things however you wanted, curfew, education, and sex. In exchange, you were told what to think about the big things, like political beliefs.
Xavier was the opposite. Petty things, lights out at ten, out of bed at eight. Those were his, but he encouraged people to think.
When you move from such polar opposite environments, you have a tendency to seek out anything familiar. After I started it, I kept on because what 16 year old doesn’t find that familiar?
You do things because you can understand them. Something weird that can be understood is much better then something normal that can't. Getting off vs. love, for example. Give me a choice; I’d go with getting off.
I suppose my reasoning is pretty lame. I’m a faggot because I can't sleep at night. I’d rather stay up with people that are nice to me then with TV. After I finish with them, I can usually sleep. Before them I used to be up for hours watching random garbage. Finally asleep, I would wake up to the program channel blaring.
I think I actually am gay. When I do it, I don't picture others, I just stare at them. Life's like a mobile, the pictures of it are always being shown at a different angle.
Wanking is familiar. Everyone does it, boy or girl. Girls jam fingers into themselves, guys grasp and pull. Each of them has their own way of turning themselves on. I mean, I’m not a homo or anything, I just notice because I might want to practice their technique later myself. Bobby sticks a finger up his ass. Not my thing, but he seems to like it. Colossus rubs his balls. I’ve tried; I hate the way it feels. Remy sticks his hand up his shirt; I guess he does something with his nipples.
I can understand being crazy. Looking at other people is crazy; you can get killed doing that. But I understand crazy and I do it anyway. Bobby is a natural blonde. He’d been putting brown streaks in blonde hair; everyone had always figured it was the other way around. He’s entirely average until you get to the eyes. He’s got these expressive eyes. Pyro is absolutely skinny; he could pass for a girl if it wasn’t for the cock dripping precum. He looked like one of those metrosexuals, I would have figured him to be waxed. But he wasn't, he even had a runway. He reminded me of my first lover, Denise, she never shaved any part of her body. Piotr, on the other hand, looked like an over masculine man, 6 pack and everything. But he was somehow to one to be clean shorn.
When everyone's hand is on their dick, I feel alive. And it doesn’t matter that that's probably fucked up, because if the other didn't like it, they wouldn’t be doing it still. Pyro always comes first. Depending on whom he's facing, it'll spatter on bobby's chest or Remy’s stomach, or my cock. I’m the tallest and I’m standing up, so is Pyro. Remy and Bobby are on the bed. Bobby follows 2 seconds after, it's like he needs to se someone else before he can. Remy and me aren’t much longer, he quietly calls a name, usually Denise, but sometimes Francesca or Elizabeth. I always want to scream, but I never do. This is what makes a person alive.
pairing: bobby/colossus/remy/pyro
summary: they all wank for different reasons. they all caused it, and none will end it.
It all started because I went home again. It wouldn’t have happened if they hadn't asked me back. I sure as hell wouldn’t have agreed t stay there, but they said a weekend was fine. So, I came home, and it wasn't fine in the least. They were each sure they could change me, each in their own way. I couldn’t exactly tell them I didn't want to be changed. I liked who I was, liked my powers, but it was impossible to say that.
So, I ended up spending more of the weekend in my room, on the computer. The door was locked so mom couldn’t offer me cookies, and a chance at salvation. I’m a teenage boy, what else would I have done with the computer? I couldn't not use it for nefarious deeds.
It happened because I came back. I didn’t want to, all Allerdyce's burn their bridges, not just the ones with firepowers. But Mag and me just didn’t get along, so I left. Came back here, where else would I go? I had been getting free nookie from Mystique, and after about a week, I needed a damn release. But it just wasn't good alone.
So I left the guild. Big deal. They’re not exactly the kind of friends you have big weepy goodbyes with. So what if I used my skills to make them like me? If god made me the skills, you'd think god would want me to use them. So, what if these new people have to like me too?
It happened because I switched rooms. Yeah, it was necessary; Bobby would have killed Pyro that first night. But that didn't mean I didn't cause it.
No one ever commented. They never said meet in Remy's room at midnight. But someone always went somewhere, and it was always the four of them. It was probably a good thing no one mentioned it during the day, that would have changed the feeling of the night. Not that they stared deeply into each others eyes on a everyday basis, but it would have been harder to forget what happened if they had to set up appointments.
We used to share a room. When he left I was miserable, not used to battling so many emotions. For a while I was depressed that the person that understood me best was gone. Then I hated Magneto for making him go. Then I hated John for choosing to go. After that I felt relief I wouldn’t have to watch his every move like a babysitter. I hated myself for that.
When he came back, everyone automatically assumed I wouldn’t room with him anymore. He went to Colossus, and a few days later a new kid came. Remy was put into my room.
I don’t know what I would have done in he had come back to my room. Maybe I would have hurt him, slugged him if the face or broke his arm. Maybe I would have ruined him, killed him, taking him lighter and shown him any fire he could make I could end. Maybe I would have done nothing. I wasn't given the option.
Maybe I started it, maybe I didn't. But I kept on going to the room after hours.
It was a huge difference to be back at this place. Their outlook was completely different. Magneto let you do all the small things however you wanted, curfew, education, and sex. In exchange, you were told what to think about the big things, like political beliefs.
Xavier was the opposite. Petty things, lights out at ten, out of bed at eight. Those were his, but he encouraged people to think.
When you move from such polar opposite environments, you have a tendency to seek out anything familiar. After I started it, I kept on because what 16 year old doesn’t find that familiar?
You do things because you can understand them. Something weird that can be understood is much better then something normal that can't. Getting off vs. love, for example. Give me a choice; I’d go with getting off.
I suppose my reasoning is pretty lame. I’m a faggot because I can't sleep at night. I’d rather stay up with people that are nice to me then with TV. After I finish with them, I can usually sleep. Before them I used to be up for hours watching random garbage. Finally asleep, I would wake up to the program channel blaring.
I think I actually am gay. When I do it, I don't picture others, I just stare at them. Life's like a mobile, the pictures of it are always being shown at a different angle.
Wanking is familiar. Everyone does it, boy or girl. Girls jam fingers into themselves, guys grasp and pull. Each of them has their own way of turning themselves on. I mean, I’m not a homo or anything, I just notice because I might want to practice their technique later myself. Bobby sticks a finger up his ass. Not my thing, but he seems to like it. Colossus rubs his balls. I’ve tried; I hate the way it feels. Remy sticks his hand up his shirt; I guess he does something with his nipples.
I can understand being crazy. Looking at other people is crazy; you can get killed doing that. But I understand crazy and I do it anyway. Bobby is a natural blonde. He’d been putting brown streaks in blonde hair; everyone had always figured it was the other way around. He’s entirely average until you get to the eyes. He’s got these expressive eyes. Pyro is absolutely skinny; he could pass for a girl if it wasn’t for the cock dripping precum. He looked like one of those metrosexuals, I would have figured him to be waxed. But he wasn't, he even had a runway. He reminded me of my first lover, Denise, she never shaved any part of her body. Piotr, on the other hand, looked like an over masculine man, 6 pack and everything. But he was somehow to one to be clean shorn.
When everyone's hand is on their dick, I feel alive. And it doesn’t matter that that's probably fucked up, because if the other didn't like it, they wouldn’t be doing it still. Pyro always comes first. Depending on whom he's facing, it'll spatter on bobby's chest or Remy’s stomach, or my cock. I’m the tallest and I’m standing up, so is Pyro. Remy and Bobby are on the bed. Bobby follows 2 seconds after, it's like he needs to se someone else before he can. Remy and me aren’t much longer, he quietly calls a name, usually Denise, but sometimes Francesca or Elizabeth. I always want to scream, but I never do. This is what makes a person alive.
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Date: 2005-07-05 02:56 pm (UTC)