Pairing: John/Mystique (sort of), slash
The first time she comes to him, he raises a wall of flames between
them and threatens to roast her shapeshifting ass if she ever comes
near him again.
The next night she turns into Rogue, and John laughs so hard he
can't concentrate enough to make good on his threat.
But she gets it right the third time. He comes out of the shower,
dripping wet, to find her on his bed with a confident smirk and a
certainty in those gleaming eyes that hadn't been there before. Then
she changes: yellow eyes to blue, red hair to blond, blue skin to
fair white as her breasts shrink into a flat chest. And suddenly
Bobby Drake is there, with Mystique's smug grin on his lips.
It's probably a test. Magneto is, in that way, even more demanding
than Professor Xavier. He wants total loyalty, which is funny
considering how many times the old man has betrayed Xavier in the
past. But how could Mystique know about Bobby? Lucky guess? Did she
All these thoughts run through John's mind, but his body is on
autopilot as he drops the towel, crawls into bed and surrenders to
It's not perfect, of course. She tastes different, and she says
things Bobby would never say, does things he probably <i>can't</i>
do. She can't change her body temperature either; it stays at 98.6,
too warm, and the illusion thins just a bit. But the lie is so much
better, so much easier than the truth, because at least when
Mystique fucks him he <i>knows</i> she's thinking about Wolverine.
At least he <i>knows</i> he's being used this time, and he doesn't
have to hear Bobby scream Rogue's name when he comes. It's almost
better than the real thing because she uses Bobby's mouth and hands
and cock in ways John couldn't have imagined. She takes him to
places he's never been before, touches him in all the right places
and thank God she makes him leave his lighter under the bed, because
he'd probably burn the whole compound down.
Of course, some things she does <i>exactly</i> like Bobby; she never
says "I love you" either, and John still wakes up alone every
morning. But he's as good at self-deception as he is at pyrokinesis;
back at the mansion, he'd convinced himself he was Bobby's
boyfriend, that they were making love when as far as Frosty was
concerned all they did was get off together. Maybe it hurts because
Bobby didn't choose Rogue over him; she was <i>always</i> his
choice, and John was just
Maybe he's using Mystique as much as she's using him. Because as
long as they keep this up, as long as she spreads his legs and pins
him down against the mattress, he won't have to admit to himself
that he's really alone. If she bruises him and bites him hard
enough, he won't remember that Bobby is really in Westchester and
probably doesn't miss him at all, especially if they've found a way
around Rogue's little problem. And he's okay as long as she leaves
him sweaty and naked and trembling; as long as he tells himself that
he's a god among insects, and Xavier's way is wrong, and he wants to
be give a little back to those bastard humans.
Because if he admits the truth to anyone, to himself most of all
that Pyro ran away because Iceman didn't want him anymore he might
just set himself on fire and let it all burn away.