FIC: Having Writ, Moves On
- This was written for the livejournal xmmmficathon.
It's a one-shot, post-X2.
Characters: Pyro, Magneto, Mystique
Rating: Adult, for discussion of disturbing real-life
historical events, brief descriptions of sexual
activity, and swearing
Story Request: What happened to Pyro after he left
with Mystique and Magneto? Does he ever think of what
he left behind?
Having Writ, Moves On
Being a bad guy isnt all its cracked up to be. That
was the main thing Pyro had concluded, six months into
his membership in the Brotherhood. He did what Magneto
told him to do and he thought he was pretty good at
it, but he wasnt sure hed made the right choice. He
wasnt so sure he was better off as Pyro than hed
been as Johnny.
He wasnt sure why hed gone out and done it, either.
Maybe he was trying to convince himself he really was
Pyro. Or maybe he was just bored.
Sometimes it was messy work, taking over the world.
Sometimes you got hurt doing what you got told to do.
Lots of times you hurt other people, because thats
what you got told to do. If you fucked up and
disappointed Magneto, you were the one who got hurt
after you got back. He knew how to hurt. You can hurt
people lots of ways with metal.
Pyro didnt mind messes and he didnt mind cruelty. He
didnt even mind getting hurt himself, not so much
anyway. You spend your life playing with fire and you
get used to pain. What he hated was the godawful
boredom. And there was a lot more of that than
There were days stretching into weeks when Magneto was
doing whatever it was Magneto did when he locked
himself up alone. No one saw him but Mystique those
times. The rest of them would wait around hoping for
something to do intelligence to gather, a crime to
commit, something. If Mystique came out of the bosss
room and left the door open, well then theyd know it
was time to go in and get their assignments. If she
closed the door, that meant the waiting and the
boredom would continue.
Pyro sometimes wondered exactly what was going on in
there when shed disappear into the bosss room for
hours. Wondered with his hand on his dick more often
than not. He wasnt just guessing, either. He wouldnt
have even thought of him doing it with her, an old man
like that, not on his own.
He knew because when Magneto didnt call for Mystique,
she made do with Pyro. Yeah, made do. He knew thats
what it was to her, because thats what shed told him
the first time. The boss doesnt need me now. Youll
do. And then taken him by the hand and led him into
an empty bedroom.
It was a little disconcerting when she changed shape
while they were doing it, particularly that first time
when she turned into Bobby while she was sucking his
cock. Do you really think I want Bobby to blow me?
hed said, afterwards.
It didnt stop you, did it? You like thinking about
doing it with a guy sometimes?
A mouth is a mouth and a cock is a cock. He
shrugged, affecting indifference. You like being a
He felt more confused by the Mystique/Bobby
transformation than hed let on. She was right, it
hadnt stopped him. If anything it had made his cock
harder, made him want to push into her/his mouth
deeper. That didnt mean hed want Bobby to do that,
he told himself. Still, it was kind of exciting, just
knowing she was really Mystique but she could be
anybody. If Pyro was boss instead of Magneto, shed
change into what he wanted, he bet. So, then hed
think about who hed want her to be, which would lead
him to wonder who Magneto wanted her to be.
Who does he make you become? he asked her, but shed
never tell him.
Ask him, shed say, confident that Pyro didnt have
the guts. Speculating about who she was when she was
in Magnetos bed helped pass some time. Not enough.
When he abandoned Xaviers mutant salvation army to
follow Magneto, hed counted on being part of a grand
plan, and living in grand surroundings to match.
Somewhere befitting the gods Magneto had said they
were. Mystique had told him that their lair was a
fortress, a palace. Only what did she know, or
Magneto. Hed been in prison and shed been
impersonating a dead man in the Senate. The fortress
had been discovered and destroyed while they werent
So they moved from place to place, some better than
others. Some more private than others. Magneto always
had his own room, but the rest of them usually had to
share. It was like being back at Xaviers, back in the
dorms. Only his roommate was seven feet tall and hairy
as an animal. And snored. And didnt even bother to
wash the blood off of his claws and his fur when he
got back from one of Magnetos assignments.
Pyro kept occupied sometimes by playing with his
powers a bit. That is, he did if they were somewhere
nobody could see him, somewhere he could burn stuff
without anyone knowing. He was working on ways to
control it better, ways to go for slow burns and giant
conflagrations and all the different flames and heat
in between. That kept him going for a while. Only they
never stayed anywhere long enough for him to really
have the time he needed. And then most of the places
they ended up were not the kind of spot where you
could burn things without people noticing. They were
the kind of places where you had to be inconspicuous
and stay hidden. Thats why they call them hideouts,
he thought wryly. But if he couldnt play with no,
work at being Pyro, there really was nothing to do.
And thats when he started thinking he might as well
have just stayed Johnny.
It was during one of those really long stretches of
nothing to do that he did it. Really, just for
something to do. Hed gone out looking for something.
Looking for trouble, maybe, but not too much trouble.
And then hed thought of doing it, and thought why
not? So hed gone ahead. It hurt more than hed
thought it would, but he didnt mind pain. It looked
great. But he hadnt told any of them, hadnt shown
any of them. And then Magneto had come out of his room
and said he had a job for them all to do. So, the
boredom had been over for a while again. Most of the
time, Pyro almost forgot what hed done. He looked at
it in the shower, though. And touched it at night just
before he went to sleep and again first thing when he
got up. But none of them knew.
Well, not until the next time Mystique ended up in his
bed. Shed looked at his arm and said, When did you
He shrugged. I guess since the last time I fucked
you. Do you like it?
It was his name. Pyro, tattooed in orange and red
flames. On his upper arm.
Yeah, shed said, Mystique appearing on her own
arm in the same style. In green. Just dont let the
boss see it. Fear flashed briefly in those glowing
eyes. Thats what happened sometimes when she talked
about Magneto. The letters disappeared from her arm.
He doesnt like tattoos.
But of course that made him want to show it to
Magneto. He hadnt shown any of them before because he
wanted it to be his secret for a while. Now that had
all changed. He wore it like a badge of honor,
displaying it all the time wearing wife-beaters or
rolling up his sleeve high enough to reveal it. And
the next time Magneto said he wanted to see him, Pyro
made sure it showed.
Magneto didnt say anything about it. Hed been
sitting at his desk, writing, when Pyro had come in.
He told Pyro to sit down and then gave him his
assignment, checking his name off the list after
explaining what needed to be done.
Pyro was disappointed. Hed wanted to hear him say he
doesnt like tattoos, argue with him. Or hear that he
did like this one. What do you think? Pyro finally
said when Magneto clearly wasnt going to bring it up.
He pointed to his arm, just to make sure it was clear
what he was asking.
I dont like tattoos.
Well, I like mine. Im glad I got it. Im so fucking
bored around here, what else am I supposed to do? He
thought but didnt say it.
Magneto shrugged. I was glad of mine, too, when I got
it. I dont like it so much now, though.
You have a tattoo? Where?
Lehnsherr pointed at the number on his arm. How do
you think they did it? he asked. Magic Marker?
I didnt realize. I guess I didnt think. He thought
now, about what Magneto had said. Why were you glad?
It meant I was going to live, at least a little
longer. They didnt tattoo you if they were going to
kill you right away. Waste of time. Waste of ink.
Living longer seemed a good thing then.
Thats all he said, no more talk about tattoos. And
there was work there, for a while, so Pyro was keeping
occupied. It wasnt until the next long dry spell that
he got itchy again, started wondering stuff. Knowing a
little about Magneto made him want to know more. What
did they do to him? Did they know he was a mutant? How
did he get out?
But more than anything: who did he want Mystique to be
when she was with him? He asked her all the time now.
She kept teasing him, acting like shed say and then
deciding against it. Ask him, shed say. Tell him
to show you her picture.
So he knew it was a her, at least. Did he show you
She nodded. I had to know what she looked like.
You never met her?
She shook her head. Shes been dead a long time.
That was creepy. Here she was, turning into a dead
woman. Creepy, but kind of fascinating, too. He
started asking her to do that for him. He got pictures
of Marilyn Monroe, Mata Hari, Ingrid Bergman. When she
was in a good mood she did it for him. When she was in
a bad mood, no telling who shed turn into. And still
hed press her and still she wouldnt tell him. But
she did tell him one thing. She had a tattoo.
Like his? A number?
No, something else.
Could you see it in her picture?
No, it didnt show in clothes.
So how do you know?
He told me. He showed me a picture of another woman
with one, so I could get it right. A picture in a
book. She didnt say anything for a minute. Then,
Its words, but its not in a language I know.
Can I see it? Would you turn into her for me?
She shook her head. I only do that for him.
Two months earlier even two weeks earlier he
wouldnt have dared ask Magneto. But boredom and
curiosity are a powerful combination. Who was she?
he found himself asking.
Who was who?
The woman you have Mystique turn into for you. What
was her name?
Magneto looked behind Pyro at Mystique, standing there
in the doorway. The door was wood but the doorknob
metal. He didnt say a word to her before it slammed
in her face.
Its none of your business, he said to Pyro. Her
name was Rivka.
Long ago. Thats all Pyro thought he would say, but
after a moment he started talking. Not looking at
Pyro, kind of staring into the distance. Talking as if
he was talking to himself. I met her in Cyprus. DP
Displaced persons, he answered, suddenly aware again
of Pyros presence. She was beautiful. And damaged.
We were all damaged, but few were beautiful. He
looked away again, maybe at a beautiful and damaged
woman who moved in his memory. I wanted her to marry
me. I thought she would. She let me make love to her.
Only in the dark, though. Or with her clothes on. She
didnt want me to see it.
He nodded, not seeming surprised that Pyro knew. I
forced the issue, finally. I told her it didnt matter
to me. I told her I wanted to see all of her. He took
out a book from the middle drawer of his desk. It was
a book of photographs. It fell open to a page in the
middle. Thats not her, he said, turning it around
to show Pyro. Its just like hers, though.
What do the words mean?
Field Whore for the German Army. Neither of them
said anything for a while. I dont like tattoos,
Magneto said, finally. You can have yours removed,
you know. Laser surgery. It will hurt more than it
hurt getting it, but it will be gone.
Are you getting yours removed?
Magneto shook his head. Ill keep mine. And Rivkas.
He looked the young man right in the eyes and said,
Have it removed. Thats not your name. I misjudged.
Youre John after all. Go back to Charles Xavier, if
he still wants you.
You firing me?
Yes, thats exactly what Im doing. Pack your things.
I want you out of here by dawn.
Thanks a lot. Thanks for nothing. He thought of
saying more, but he thought his voice might shake. And
hed die before hed let that happen in front of
Good bye. Complete dismissal. Johnny got up and
walked out of the room. Just before he left, though,
he turned profile to Magneto, showing off the flaming
letters on his arm. Thats my name, he said, voice
strong and sure. Thats who I am. You didnt name me
and you didnt make me. Im Pyro, whether Im here or
not, old man.
He turned his back and walked out of the room. He
heard Magneto say, I dont like tattoos. Johnny
turned back to look at him. Magneto was slowly closing
the book as the door sighed closed.
Authors note: The picture Magneto shows Pyro can be
seen at: http://mo.fandomnation.com/fic/images/ficathon.bmp
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