Tangled Web (Whats Past is Prologue 15/18)
Im glad you came, Rick said, kissing Jean-Paul
briefly and ushering him in.
Did you have any trouble finding the place?
Jean-Paul shook his head. I used to live not far from
here. I know places to land around here.
They sat down together in the living room. Im still
kind of struggling to assimilate that information.
That you can fly.
Jean-Paul shrugged. You saw me flying. When I was
being menacing, remember? Rick opened his mouth to
say something, but Jean-Paul stopped him. I know, I
know. You didnt mean anything personal by it. He
touched Rick on the arm. I believe you, copain. And I
understand it is hard to assimilate, as you say. Lots
of people feel that way at first. Particularly those
who havent been around mutants much.
Youre the first mutant I ever met. Well, as far as I
know. I wouldnt have known youre one if you hadnt
I figured if youre sucking mutant cock, you ought to
know it. It scares some off, but Id rather they be
scared off, hein? And for others it counts for me.
Exotic, I guess. Sort of like you liking uncut men.
Neither of them said anything for a minute. Can I ask
you something? he added.
Whats it like, where you work? A place like that? I
cant imagine working there.
Its not like everybodys Moonies, if thats what you
think. Or homophobic or anti-mutant.
So, what are they like? Your colleagues?
I dont know. Just regular people. I dont know what
to say. What are yours like?
Jean-Paul thought for a minute before answering.
Committed, strong, capable. Lots of different
personalities. Some clash, but never while were on a
mission. A motley crew in a lot of ways, but some are
among my best friends. And every one of them I trust,
completely. It was like that at Alpha Flight, but even
more so with the X-Men. We live together as well as
work together. We depend on one another for our lives.
Its not just a job.
Its not like that with my colleagues, obviously.
Mine *is* just a job, like any other. Its a tough
field to get a job and keep it. Im glad to have a
good one. I just try to find things out, tell the
public whats going on. Im not responsible for the
editorial content of the paper. Its just a regular
Do your colleagues know you have a date with a mutant
I dont talk about things like that at work. I try to
keep my personal and professional lives separate.
They dont know youre gay?
Its none of their business.
There was an uncomfortable silence. Jean-Paul broke it
by saying, Maybe we shouldnt talk about work at all.
Ive said as much as I can about mine; you dont need
to tell me about yours.
I think I should say something else, and then we can
just drop the work talk. I know its an uncomfortable
subject for both of us. But I need to make one thing
clear first. And then he stopped again, as if not
sure how to proceed. Finally, he said, Im not done
writing about the X-Men.
Rick. I cant tell you anything. I thought you
I do understand. Im not looking for information from
you. I just... well, it sounded from what you said on
the phone like you thought the memorial service piece
was all I was writing. I didnt want you feeling...
deceived, or surprised even, if you hear I wrote
I appreciate that. They looked at each other. This
is awkward, hein?
Can you tell me what youre working on, beyond the
memorial service? Seeing Ricks expression, he
quickly added. Ill understand if you cant. I wont
talk to you about my work, so I cant fault you if you
wont tell me about yours.
I dont mind telling you. I dont want you to be
blindsided. He didnt say anything for a few minutes.
Ive got nothing against mutants, really.
Youve said that a few times.
I know. Im saying it too much, I realize that. Its
just... well, there are some real issues here. Theyre
worth writing about, worth thinking about. I am
thinking about them, and writing about them, and its
not because of anti-mutant prejudice. Issues like the
power the covert power that someone like Charles
Xavier was able to wield. Some of it coming from his
mutation, some from his wealth. The influence a man
like that had on our government, on our president
these are things the public has a right to know.
He was a good man, Rick. I knew him, you didnt. His
influence was not from his powers, not from his
wealth. Or not mostly from those things. He had a
vision, one of tolerance and peace. He was truly
charismatic and truly caring. There are good people in
the world. He was one of them.
I dont doubt his charisma. He clearly had a powerful
personality. But Im finding things out about him...
He looked like he might say more, but changed the
subject abruptly. Not all mutants have powers like
yours, you know. Some of them really are dangerous.
Lots dont mean to be, but when mutants start
manifesting, all sorts of things can happen. People
have been hurt, killed even.
Oui. I know it. My friends, Wendy and Arthur
Wendys the one you thought I was married to, hein?
Well, their little girl has already manifested. Shes
a telekinetic. Came into her powers very early, at
four. Telekinesis particularly uncontrolled
telekinesis can be dangerous. But, Rick. Making
people frightened of children is not the answer.
Understanding, helping kids learn to control their
powers, thats the answer.
Your friends with the mutant daughter theyre
Well, maybe its easier for them then.
Cest vrai. They knew more of what to do, werent
frightened of the possibility of having a mutant
child. Most mutants are born into normal families, to
normal parents, many of whom cant handle it when kids
come into their powers. Its a little like being gay,
nest-ce pas? Not what parents expect from their kids.
Different, frightening. But the answer isnt to
intensify the fear and the suspicion. The answer is
more tolerance, more acceptance, more support. The
answer is more people like Charles Xavier, who provide
a home and an education to kids who dont have either
He didnt provide a home for his own son.
What do you mean?
Xavier wasnt the saint you make him out to be.
I dont think he was a saint, just a good person,
Scott Summers is his illegitimate son. Did you know
that? By some maid working at one of his many homes.
And your Professor Xavier had nothing to do with him
for most of his childhood. Xaviers names on the
birth certificate as father, but he wouldnt give him
his last name, wouldnt marry her. And beyond
accepting paternity at birth nothing, as far as I
can tell. I havent found the mother yet, but it looks
like she raised him all by herself. He probably sent
her money, but he never acknowledged Scott Summers as
his son, not when he was a child, not before he became
a mutant. And it looks like Maria Summers was one of
those ones who couldnt handle a mutant son. Either
that or Scott Summers couldnt handle being one. He
ran away when he came into his powers. And you know
what he did then?
He was a prostitute. Sucking cock for money for over
a year. Not quite the image he presents to the public
now, huh? And then all of a sudden once Xavier finds
out his kid's a mutant, he gets interested in him.
Takes him to his mansion, dresses him up, sends him to
Columbia. Tries to turn him into somebody respectable.
Field Leader of the X-Men. Teaching English to high
school kids. And now, since his father's death,
hobnobbing with world leaders. But he's still the same
guy who was giving blow jobs in back alleys for ten
For a guy who was sucking my cock five minutes after
we met, youre sounding awfully judgmental about Scott
I wasnt doing it for money. Disgust in his voice.
Maybe you never had to.
They looked at each other, neither saying anything.
Im sorry, Rick said, after a while. This is just
not something were likely to see eye-to-eye on.
Daccord. Lets drop the topic, hein?
Can we go to the bedroom?
Ricks bed was a large brass-framed four poster. The
two men were on it soon, legs entwined, kissing,
pulling off each others clothing. Their disagreement
seemed forgotten. Ive wanted this, wanted you, Rick
whispered in Jean-Pauls ear, stroking Jean-Pauls
hard cock slowly.
Moi aussi. After a few minutes, Jean-Paul said, I
want to try something different.
Jean-Paul kissed him deeply, rubbing their cocks
together with his hand. Youll see, he said. Wait
here. And he got up from the bed, heading out to the
He came back quickly, hanging his shoulder bag over
one of the brass posts and pulling something out of
it. Bright chrome handcuffs, shining in the lamplight.
What do you say, copain? he asked. Would you let
Rick nodded. Where? How?
Put your hands up here. Jean-Paul secured his wrists
around one of the posts of the bed. Ah, you look good
like that, he said, and reached back into his bag. He
came out with a camera and began to snap pictures of
Rick, laid out on the bed, naked, handcuffed to it,
erection sticking up from his reclining body.
Jean-Paul! I dont... please dont...
Come on. Dont you trust me? Whos going to see them
but me? Its a digital camera. And then he was
straddling Ricks chest, camera still in hand. Open
your mouth, he said, pushing his hard cock in when
Rick complied with the request, taking pictures as he
fucked Ricks mouth. This is what I want to remember,
how you look with your mouth full of my cock. Rick
sucked hard, his objections seemingly forgotten.
And then Jean-Paul was pulling out of his mouth,
eliciting disappointed sounds from the man under him.
Lift your legs, Rick, he said, getting off of Rick,
standing by the side of the bed, snapping more
Are you going to fuck me now? Theres lube in the
Jean-Paul shook his head. No. You can put your legs
down. Im not going to fuck you. Not now, not ever.
The smile had vanished from his face. Im not going
to fuck a self-hating, sneaky hypocrite like you.
Kissing you, touching you, pretending to like you was
Whats going on?
I only came here to take these pictures and to tell
you what to do, Jean-Paul said, pulling his pants on,
reaching for his shirt. So, listen carefully. Im
going to tell you now what you will and will not do,
and those pictures are my insurance. Theyre how I
know youll do exactly what I tell you to. He took
the camera over to where Rick could see the pictures,
as he flipped through the ones hed just taken. Some
nice ones, hein? Good close-up there. Oh, nice big
smile in that one. And here you are licking the head
of my cock. Here you are sucking it in. Youre very
Rick was sputtering, cursing and demanding to be
released. Jean-Paul didnt answer any of that. Shut
up, he said. And listen to me. Im about to tell you
what youre going to do. Youre not going to talk to
Cyclopss mother. Youre leaving that poor woman
alone. Youre not going to investigate Scott Summers
at all. Not his personal life. He's one of the
colleagues I was telling you about, one of the ones I
owe my life to. I'm not letting you humiliate him. So
go ahead and write whatever alarmist, paranoid
conspiracy stories about the X-Men and our mission
that you want. Give your bloodsucking employer
whatever they want from you that way. But you write
one personal word about Scott Summers or any of the
X-Men - you reveal one secret Scotts *mother*
wouldnt want to read in a newspaper - and nice big
glossy prints of the pictures in here get sent out
right away. To your editor who doesnt even know
youre gay, much less that you like it when a man
handcuffs you to your bed and shoves his cock down
your throat. To your just-regular-folks colleagues,
who might be amused to see these. And to your parents,
who probably wont be. In Bethesda, nest-ce pas? I
bet theyd love to see some new pictures of their son.
Got some good ones. You sure looked happy...
Oui. I would. And since I would, youd better not.
Hed finished dressing and started putting the camera
away. He held up a key. Ill leave this on the dining
Youre going to leave me like this?
Here. He took the phone from its cradle and put it
down by Ricks head. It might take a little doing,
but you should be able to dial. Ill leave the door
open. That way you dont have to call the fire
department or a locksmith. Call a friend to come get
you out. If you have any.
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