"Your so idiotic, dumbass

Hello folks. New fic of mine- got the idea the other day in Church when I was pretending to pay attention. It's X-Men as the majority tends to be.

WARNING: Male Pregnancy, Slash, Rape, Cussing, & probably some blood.

Disclaimer: I don't own this stuff, besides any insults that make me laugh, but y'all can steal them…

Have a good time reading, leave a review, eh?

"Your so idiotic, dumbass." Pyro sneered, rolling his eyes and walking to the window, breathing heavily and grunting in irritation.

"John, please," Bobby pleaded, grabbing for his hand, "Can't we talk about this?"

"I don't want to talk with you. I'm done with your sorry ass!" John hissed angrily, shoving him backwards.

"John, please!" Bobby caught his balance and grabbed john's sleeve, "Please."

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Me, or you're gonna be ashes, got it?" John growled, tearing away from him and walking to the bed, glaring at Bobby with uncontrolled hate.

Bobby cried desperately, "I'm your boyfriend!"

"NOT anymore. As far as I'm concerned, you're dead. Now get the hell out of my room," John replied, clenching his fists and looking away from Bobby. Bobby turned and left the room, clutching his growing stomach and letting the salty tears fall. He walked down the hall, trying to keep everything inside until he was alone. Or, alone enough. He knocked on her door, and she answered. She did not slam the door, yell or sigh or scoff at him. She saw the tears fall and simply opened the door for him to enter, pushing her white strand of hair behind her ear.

11

"Good morning, sunshine." A cup of coffee was set on the table in front of Bobby.

He stirred, "Thanks, Marie. For letting me crash on your couch." He sipped the coffee quietly, observing that neither her room nor the girl had changed much since the last time he'd been in it, about a year ago, before they broke up.

"No problem, you looked like you needed a friend. But I couldn't really understand what you said last night, you know, through the blubbering. What happened?"

Bobby sighed, shifting uncomfortably, and then finally whispering, "I'm pregnant."

Marie nodded, "The father is…" She was referring to John, and he knew that.

"Yes. I told him last night. He doesn't want anything to do with me," Bobby said, shrugging and acting as if he wasn't bothered by it, but she could tell inside he was destroyed by the rejection. Not being able to touch anyone gave her plenty of time to observe people's habits.

"I'll admit, when you dumped me last year because of him, I didn't want anything to do with you, either. But I'm really sorry, Bobby. You don't deserve that," she said, sitting down next to him on the green couch.

"You know, Marie. I never meant to hurt you, leaving you and all, I just-" He trailed, biting his lip. The words sounded so lame when he said them aloud.

"I understand. But being untouchable and all…I'm usually safe from physical pain, but emotionally, it always hurts. I'm used to it."

"Well I didn't mean to add," Bobby said, looking for some sort of closure.

"Bobby, its fine. All is forgiven, and my couch is always welcome to you," She said, deciding to change the subject, "So, what are you going to name the baby?"