Hey all, Indigo Night here, s'up hommies? J/K, anyways, this is a fic, obviously, that I'm writing, Rayne's helping, but mostly this one's me, wow, amazing, I'm actually writing something, I know. So anyways, here ya'll are. GAY WORLD PORN! Pretty much yeah, that's what it is, yay! Ok, I'll shut up now.

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He moaned, in spite of himself. He hurt. But…. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was fighting Bobby, and oh god.

He opened his eyes, and low and behold, there was his ex-best friend, watching him cautiously. He rolled his head back in exasperation, to find that he was tied, quite securely to a cold, metal examination chair of some sort.

"So you've finally given in to your desires to tie me up and have your way with me," he joked bitterly.

"Haha," Bobby returned dryly.

"No? Then why the hell did you bring me here?" Pyro demanded, his burning hate for the young man in front of him and his indignation at being tied up mixing to fill him with uncontrollable wrath. "Why didn't you just leave me for dead? Or better yet flat out kill me like a man!"

"Needless killing is not a mark of being a man," retorted Iceman sagely, in a tone to match his name.

Pyro just snorted. "This had better not be on of those whishy-washy, 'come back to the good side' shit-face gigs," he snapped.

Bobby gazed at him sadly. "I don't even know why I bothered," his voice was so laced with bitter disappointment that it would have torn any other man's heart, but not Pyro's hardened one, "They were right, you never will change." He turned away, toward the door, leaving his one time best friend tied where he was.

"Do you like my hair?" John called with a dry, insane laugh that made the hairs on the back of Bobby's neck stand up, "I did it because of you," he chuckled again, apparently amused by the look on his former friend's face as Bobby turned back to face him once more, "Oh yes, I dyed my hair white to look like ice, so that maybe, I could freeze my heart solid, just like you did."

"What the hell are you talking about?" demanded Bobby angrily, taking several swift steps back to stand in front of the captured mutant.

"Come on, Bobby!" Pyro shouted back, slamming his bound wrist against the metal chair to which he was tied, "Don't play innocent with me, Damnit! You know how I felt! How I feel!" He turned his face away bitterly; angry with himself for so easily revealing his emotions to a man he now called his enemy.

"What are you talking about?" Bobby repeated, more softly this time as he dropped to one knee, so as to be at eye level with John.

John snorted. "Or maybe you didn't know, you were so infatuated with the whore, Rogue."

Bobby lowered his eyes. Was it true? Did John really feel that way? "Rogue was… she made me feel things I'd never felt before," he admitted quietly, "But… after you left, I found myself thinking less and less about her, and more and more about… you."

"Oh don't give me that sappy bullshit," snapped Pyro coarsely.

"It isn't bullshit," insisted Bobby, looking up to meet his form best friend, and current love's eyes, "its true. I-I broke it off with Rogue some months ago, and even since then, I've longed to find some way, any way to bring you back." John just glared at him, his cold, disbelieving eyes tearing into the young man at his feet, and oddly, causing certain areas to become rather uncomfortable.

"How can I prove it to you?" Iceman whispered.

Pyro never let his cold front slip, despite his growing hope. "How can you prove what isn't-?" he retorted, but was cut off as cold, yet oddly succulent lips attacked his, pulling roughly at them in a passionate embrace. At first he resisted, his time with Magneto had well taught him not to trust, no matter what, in fact he still had the scars to prove it. But the strength and passion wound into that kiss, along with the growing rush in his loins made it impossible not to react.

Bobby felt him respond to his touch and deepened the kiss, his own built up desires threatening to burst forth. He ran his tongue gently across the fiery hot lips, requesting entrance.

Pyro, tied up as he was, had little choice but to give in under the pressure of Bobby's cold, yet oddly enticing body, slowly worming its way against his, not that he really wanted to resist anyway.

John gasped as Bobby teasingly bit down on his lip, just hard enough to make it bleed, the brief jolt of pain sending shivers of sinful pleasure tingling down his spine. John's pelvis seemed to have a mind of its own as it pushed itself roughly into Bobby's firm body.

Bobby pushed closer until he was practically lying on top of the writhing pyromaniac.

"Do you… believe me now?" he panted, grinning.

Pyro grinned back teasingly, "I may need…. a little more… convin-" but he seemed to be having trouble finishing his sentences as he was cut off yet again by a renewed wave of delicious shutters.

John moaned again, writhing heatedly, against both the bonds still holding him, and the weight of Bobby on top of him. It was the most curious sensation, his normally tight black leather pants seemed to be shrinking, or perhaps that was due to the forceful swelling of his genitals.

Bobby had moved on from his lips, trailing a steady line across his cheeks, forehead, neck and shoulders.

"Bobby," John moaned, his clothes seeming to become unbearably hot and restricting. He longed to break free from the burning of his own skin and dive into Bobby's cool, refreshing depths.

Bobby pulled back briefly, only long enough to viciously tear away Pyro's shirt, exposing his firm, sweaty torso, and to pull his own shirt and flinging it across the room. Pyro shivered at the initial rush of air hitting his chest, but the chill was quickly turned to shutters of ecstasy as Bobby again attacked him, leaving frozen kisses of pure delight trailing down his torso.

As slowly with kind, longing tenderness mixed with feral, uncontrollably passionate heat, the kisses wound their way down John's chest, he threw his head back, blindly riding out the unbearable sensation of it, his hands convulsively clenching and unclenching against the metal of the chair he was bound to.

Bobby grinned, gently nipping the soft flesh ringing the other's belly button, causing him to make an amusing 'yip' sound. Almost working on their own, Iceman's chill hands began to worm their way down under the waistline of Pyro's pants. After a moment of lazy, idle searching they found their mark, already quiet firm, and began to stroke.

Pyro gasped, arching his back. Bobby grinned, and started a steady rhythm of petting with one hand while his other fumbled with the button of those damn annoying leather pants that were currently getting in his way. Finally they were off and he had full range.

His lips continued their journey across the burning expanse of flesh below him, slowly mapping their way down to join his hands. Teasingly he ran his tongue fiercely along the length of Pyro's well-erected cock, raising his head to watch John's reaction, not that he really needed to as he could easily feel the tremors wracking the other mutant's body.

Bobby felt a drop of sticky sweet liquid trickle down his chin. His tongue flickered out and licked the wetness, before latching his mouth around John's shaft, sucking passionately.

Pyro nearly screamed aloud at the torrents of swirling colors and feelings assaulted his senses. He moaned, thrusting his hips up and down in a steady motion, shoving explosions of the sticky semen farther into the back of Bobby's throat. Bobby responded accordingly, swallowing the mouthfuls in huge gulps, but so much was flowing that rivulets spilt from the corners of his mouth, sliding down Pyro's length to pool on the metal below them.

After some time Bobby pulled away, panting violently for breath.

"I think…. I'm convinced now," gasped John, his voice was hoarse from the flood of raw emotions still threatening to conquer him.

"Really?" Bobby smiled, certain he looked rather stupid, but at the moment not really caring, and he wriggled his way up to lay exhaustedly on John's chest. It felt so good, the way it rose and fell in fierce some up-heaves, still trying to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry," the other mutant whispered, "All this, it should never have happened. I'm so stupid!"

"No," soothed Bobby, looking earnestly into his love's eyes, "You were hurting, and Magneto mislead you. I should not have been so blind, I should have seen it happening."

"Bobby…." John longed to wrap his arms around the other mutant, to cradle him in his arms, but still bound as he was that was impossible.

Bobby leaned up and gently, tenderly, caressed John's bruised lips with his own. "All that matters," he whispered, "Is that you're here with me now."

Pyro closed his eyes, loosing himself in the lolling of the gentle touch, allowing Bobby to cool the raging fire of emotion inside of him. Leaving all of the world behind, forgetting about Magneto, and his mistakes, about his fear, mistrust, uncertainty, everything. Bobby was right, all that mattered was that they were there, together, right then, safe, and in love.