Warning: This story contains swearing including the F-Word and boy!sex. If such things offend you do not read this.

Over And Over

'Fuck' seemed to be the best word to describe the situation St John Allerdyce currently found himself in. He'd woken up on a table in an all too familiar medical room. To say his head hurt would be an understatement, hell, to say his head felt like it had been run over by a mack truck would be an understatement. Apparently mutant terrorists didn't deserve morphine.

He decided his best plan of action was to get the fuck out of there, he tried to sit up and instantly changed his mind, best to let them think he was incapacitated for now.

xxxx

Bobby Drake sat in silence as he watched the other X-Men debate about what to do with Pyro. Hank wanted to hand him over to the government, Logan wanted to Cure him and Storm thought they should keep him there. Bobby felt that he probably should be contributing to the conversation that would probably decided the fate of his former...what had John been to him? Room mate? Friend?...Lover? What did John consider him?

The question sent Bobby's mind back to Alcatraz, where it had been living ever since they got back. How had he won? Bobby knew that if John had really wanted to kill him he'd be a pile of ashes right now. He'd looked pretty damn eager to fight Iceman when he'd approached him and Pyro had been winning, would've won. You're in over you're head Bobby, maybe you should go back to school. He remembered Pyro saying that to him, but Pyro would've called him Iceman. Maybe at the end of the battle, for a few seconds John had gained the upper hand in the constant internal conflict between John and Pyro, maybe that's why for a moment the flames had cooled slightly, giving Bobby the chance to ice up. Maybe...

"So that's it," Storm's voice brought Bobby back to reality "We're going to Cure him."

xxxx

John smirked to himself, his plan to act incapacitated by his injuries had worked. To a degree. The blue, furry guy he had seen at Alcatraz had come in and given him some pain killers. John could now shakily stand up and as far as he was concerned if he could stand up he could escape.

John began to stagger towards the door, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other and not falling over. He'd finally reached his goal when the doors whooshed open and John walked into something solid causing him to lose the little balance he had, falling forward only to be caught by said solid object. John looked up and sighed "Oh fuck, it's you."

xxxx

Bobby knew going to see John wasn't a good idea, John wouldn't be exactly thrilled to see him, but he had to talk to him, he had to know why. It was highly unlikely that John would tell him, but the delusional part of Bobby wanted Johnny to come running into his arms, which he did. Or more truthfully John, who apparently hadn't thought about the fact that the doors were locked, walked into him and Bobby had to catch him to stop him falling over and John's greeting wasn't exactly friendly. "Oh fuck, it's you."

"Um, hi." Bobby said lamely.

"What the fuck do you want Drake?" John asked after Bobby had helped him back to the table. John had struggled against him but they both knew it was just for show.

"I wanted to see how you were feeling after -"

"After you gave me a fucking concussion? Feeling guilty are we?"

"For stopping you? No." That was a lie, seeing how much damaged he'd done he did feel guilty."I just wanted to ask you..." Bobby's voice trailed off, he had no idea how to ask this.

John raised an eyebrow. "Ask me what, Popsicle?" Bobby was silent for a minute, still unsure what to say. Ever the impatient one John soon got irritated and snapped "Out with it Iceman, what the fuck do you want?"

"Still can't deal with uncomfortable silence huh?" Bobby said. John glared at him. "Why didn't you kill me at Alcatraz?" He said quickly.

John looked shocked for a moment then covered it with a sneer. "Because someone froze my lighters and knocked me out you prick."

"I meant why'd you let that happen."

"Fuck you." John said furiously, "Did you come down here to try and get me to admit that you're better than me?"

"No, John, I didn't mean -" Bobby quickly tried to explain himself.

"Go to hell Iceman!"

Bobby was grateful that John didn't have a lighter on him because if he did Bobby would be a smoking pile on the floor right now.

"Johnny, let me explain," he said desperately. John glared at him."Look, I know you John, I know how you fight and believe me, I know what you're capable of. You should've beaten me on Alcatraz, you should have killed me, but you held back. I want to know why."

"I didn't hold back a damn thing you bastard! You kicked my ass, but I was trying to fucking kill you, I wanted to kill you, so you can just fuck off and -"

"They're going to Cure you." Bobby said, stopping John's rant short. John froze.

"What?" He looked shocked and slightly afraid.

"They decided you're too much of a threat not to neutralize you but they don't want to turn you in."

"That's nice of them." John muttered.

"I'm sorry John." And he was, he knew how much John's power meant to him, knew that the Cure would destroy him.

John sighed. "Fuck off Drake." But it had no anger behind it, he sounded...resigned. It wasn't like John to give up so easily, Bobby looked back at him as he left the room and made up his mind about what he had to do.

xxxx

John lay stretched out on the table, mutant terrorists didn't get beds either it seemed, he tried to think of a half decent plan but was failing miserably. After establishing that the door was in fact locked John'd had a minor tantrum, kicking the door, screaming abuse at anyone who might've been listening and throwing every object in sight at something else. At the end all he accomplished was a trashed room and his headache was worse. John had considered everything from threatening to kill himself to actually killing himself to trying to escape when the doors opened when they came to do it. However none of these plans seemed likely to work to his advantage. He wondered what they were going to do with him after he'd been raped of his power, maybe they'd just let him leave. He could track down Magneto and Mystique and they could all be one big, happy, human family. He laughed out loud at that and wondered if he was going insane. Part of him hoped he was, it might be easier to live without the fire if he was crazy. Maybe they'd let him use his powers one last time before they did it, the same way inmates on Death Row get a last meal. He didn't think they would considering that if he was given a flame right now he'd burn this place and everyone in it to the ground. God he hoped he went crazy. Then he heard the familiar whoosh of the doors, John sighed "I guess this is it."

xxxx

Bobby slammed his bedroom door behind him. He had just spent the past hour arguing with Storm about giving the Cure to John. She'd looked so exhausted Bobby felt bad about adding to her stress but he had to try talking her out of it. He'd failed to convince her but he'd expected to really. Bobby knew he had no choice but to do this but he couldn't help feeling like he was betraying everyone. He finished throwing clothes into his duffel bag and tossed it over his shoulder. He silently slipped out of his room and thankfully didn't run into anyone on his way down to the med room.

"Get up."

"What the -" John started as he stared at his visitor.

"Get up, we're leaving." Bobby walked over to him and practically dragged John off the table and out the door.

"Drake, what the fuck are you doing?" John asked as they stood in the elevator.

"Shut up." Bobby replied. "If we get caught you're screwed."

This made sense so John obeyed and remained silent as they made their way to the garage, Bobby half dragging half carrying John as he was still having trouble walking. John soon found himself being pushed into the passenger seat of a Ford. "Whose fucking car is this?" He asked smirking.

"Mine." Bobby replied sounding vaguely annoyed.

John laughed "Your car's a piece of shit." Bobby glared at him in response.

"If you're too good for my car I can always leave you here to get Cured." He offered. John shook his head. "Good then shut up"

John succeeded in being quiet for about five minutes as Bobby drove away from the Institute, the place he called home and the people he considered his family.

"Where're we going?"

"Does it matter?"

"No, not really." John started fidgeting with everything in sight, he wished he had a lighter, he needed the fire very badly right now.

Bobby watched John's attempt to find something to do with his hands, Bobby could give him something to play with. He smiled at that but now was not the time and John would probably object. Besides it wasn't a good idea to even think about going there again, not yet at least.

"I'm not giving you a lighter, so don't even ask." Bobby said. John rolled his eyes and continued fiddling with the radio in an attempt to find a decent station. Finally settling on a rock station John leaned back in the seat, he looked pale and tired.

"How're you feeling?" Bobby asked, trying not to sound too concerned.

"I feel great Drake." John said and Bobby wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or not.

xxxx

They kept driving for two weeks straight, stopping only for gas or to sleep in shit-hole motels in the middle of nowhere. Every time John asked Bobby where their money was coming from Bobby would just say it was his savings. Every time Bobby asked John to tell him to truth about Alcatraz John told him to shut the fuck up then wouldn't speak to him for an hour or so. When John finally reached the point that he could walk a straight line with out falling over Bobby insisted on handcuffing him at night.

"Are you fucking serious?" John said when Bobby first produced the handcuffs.

"Damn right I am." Bobby said snapping it into place around Johns wrist then attaching the cuffs to the headboard.

"Did you just save me from the X-Men so you could tie me up and take advantage of me?" John asked with a smirk.

Bobby sighed, he knew he had this coming but it was still annoying. "Yes John, this was my plan all along."

"Ah, what the fuck!?" Bobby woke up with John sitting on his bed staring at him. He smirked and held up the handcuffs.

"Just proving a point." John said looking smug. "You know I can pick locks Drake, you've seen me do it often enough."

Bobby looked slightly embarrassed and more than slightly pissed off. John had considered putting the cuffs on Bobby while he was asleep and honestly he probably would have if Bobby had woken up a few minutes later.

"Now you see that I can be free and not run away I think maybe you should try giving me a little trust here." John began."You need to realize that if I was going to leave, I would have by now."

"John, I know where this is going and I'm not giving you a lighter." Bobby interrupted. John had been trying to acquire a lighter since the night they left but as fast as he stole them Bobby found them and threw them away. John honestly didn't see the point in Bobby stopping him being Cured and then refusing to let him use his powers.

"Fuck you Bobby! Everywhere we go there are people smoking, if I was going to do anything I could easily just pull a flame off any of them." John was pissed off now, he paced back and fourth across the room. Bobby just sat on the bed watching John's rant looking thoughtful.

"OK." He said. John stopped pacing and looked at him. "I'll give you a lighter when you tell me what happened at Alcatraz."

John stared at him for a moment before answering. "You're still going on about that? Christ Bobby, just forget it."

xxxx

Flick flick flick

John lay sprawled on his bed in their latest motel room taking advantage of Bobby's absence and playing with the latest lighter he had stolen off the counter when they had checked in. He'd inconspicuously slipped it into his pocket and done nothing to make Bobby suspect anything. Bobby had gone to pick up some food, finally having realized that John wasn't going to run off somewhere. John drew the flame away from the cheap plastic lighter and into his hand and fuck it felt good. He gently manipulated the fire into different shapes, savouring the way it felt as he ran the flame over his skin. He was so caught up in his reverie that he didn't hear the door open. The flame in his hand froze, leaving John holding a ball of ice. He looked up and saw Bobby standing in the doorway then threw the ice-ball at him hard. Bobby ducked and the ice shattered against the wall.

"John -" Bobby started but was cut off as John slammed him into the wall.

"You fucking asshole!" John yelled at him, "You know I need this!" He tried to punch Bobby in the face but the ice mutant dodged his fist and used the momentum to reverse their positions, pinning John's arms behind his back and holding him against the wall.

"John, calm down." Bobby hissed in his ear twisting his arm painfully as John continued to struggle.

"Why the hell did you bother stopping the leather brigade if you won't let me use my powers!" John shouted bucking against Bobby in an attempt to dislodge him.

"I just want to know I can trust you." Bobby slammed roughly against him and despite all his rage John couldn't help noticing that Bobby was hard.

"You'll never know if you don't give me a chance to show you." John arched back against Bobby as they both became increasingly aroused by the situation.

Bobby didn't answer him just increased the pressure holding John against the wall, moaning slightly as his cock pressed against John's ass. Bobby roughly pulled John around so he was facing him before slamming him back into the wall, kissing John's full lips with great abandon, practically tearing John's shirt off while John removed Bobby's. When Bobby pulled away John grinned at him,

"I knew you wanted to take advantage of me."

"You don't seem to be complaining." Bobby murmured whilst removing John's jeans and then his own, grinding their boxer clad erections together."What do you want John?" Bobby asked him then lent down and kissed his neck.

"I want you," John moaned loudly as Bobby bit down on the exposed flesh of his neck.

"What do you want me to do?" Bobby's breath was cool against his chest, cold tongue teasing his nipples.

"Fuck me" John panted, "I want you to fuck me."

xxxx

Bobby bit his nipple, hard. John arched his back against the wall as Bobby freed him of his boxers. He cried out as one of Bobby's fingers was pushed into his ass, soon joined by another. It'd been a while since John had done this and it took him a few moments for his body to adjust to the invasion but as Bobby's fingers began moving against his prostate John thought he was going to come before Bobby even entered him. But then the fingers pulled out and he saw Bobby lube up his cock, before John had a chance to ask Bobby where the lube came from Bobby had tossed him onto the bed so he landed on his back and he could feel Bobby's slick cock pressing against his entrance before slamming in hard making John's vision blur and causing him to moan loudly. Bobby thrust in again and this time John raised his hips to meet him. Bobby lent down for kiss sucking on John's bottom lip as he pulled away. He gasped when John's teeth sank into his shoulder. With a final, nerve searing thrust Bobby came inside him and John followed with a loud moan. Bobby pulled out and rolled off of John, grabbing a few tissues from the box beside the bed, they cleaned themselves up as best they could then lay silently, limbs entangled with John's head resting on Bobby's chest.

xxxx

Bobby was almost asleep when he heard John whisper something so softly he couldn't hear it. He raised his head to look at John, who was purposefully looking anywhere but at Bobby.

"What did you say?" Bobby murmured. John looked extremely uncomfortable, glancing at him nervously then looking quickly away.

"I said I still love you." He said so fast it was almost incoherent. Bobby looked shocked. John sighed and sat up. "That's why I didn't kill you on Alcatraz, I couldn't."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Bobby asked gently.

"Because I didn't think you'd care, because I thought you'd chose her again."

"You left me." Bobby said.

"Because you chose her." And finally, after over a year of wondering Bobby finally understood why John had left at Alkali Lake, because Bobby hadn't cared enough to stop him.

"I'm choosing you now." He said pulling John down and kissing him deeply. John pulled away after a few moments and grinned at him.

"Now you have to give me a lighter."

xxxx

Eventually it became clear that either the X-Men weren't trying to find them or that without Jean or Xavier to operate Cerebro they weren't able to find them. They started staying in one place for longer periods of time, sometimes getting jobs for a while now that Bobby's had started to run low. The first thing to change was that they never bothered getting a room with two beds anymore. Finally they took the plunge and moved into a small one bedroom apartment and each took full time jobs. Bobby had been amazed to see John actually willing commit to a place for longer than a few weeks. For the first time since Rogue arrived at the Institute they were happy together, for the first time since John left the Institute Bobby was happy.

xxxx

John had gone for a walk to the store for a packet of cigarettes. He didn't often smoke them but had found that they were the best way of keeping fire close to him without drawing attention to himself. He was walking up the stairs to the apartment fumbling in his pocket for his keys and trying to light a cigarette at the same time when a voice spoke behind him.

"You know those will kill you." John froze, dropping his keys, he knew that voice far too well, that was the voice that had told him he was a god.

John turned slowly and sure enough Magneto stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"Magneto." John said sounding shocked.

"It's good to see you too, Pyro." Magneto replied sounding amused. John took a step back as his keys floated up to him.

"You're -"

"Yes, it seems that the Cure is temporary." Magneto sneered at the word 'Cure'. He walked up the stairs until he was standing in front of John, even though he was a couple of steps down he was still taller that John.

"What're you doing here?" John still hadn't recovered from the shock of seeing his former boss. Magneto raised an eyebrow,

"I thought that was obvious, I am reforming the Brotherhood." John took another step back. "Are you ready to return to your rightful place?"

"Um.."

"We need you Pyro." He had forgotten how it felt to be called be that name, his real name...

The door opened and Bobby came out onto the landing, "John? I thought I heard you out -" He stopped in his tracks upon seeing Magneto, who smiled at him.

"Ah Mr Drake, a pleasure to see you." Bobby glanced at John looking bewildered. "Now Pyro, tell me, have you made your decision? Are you going to rejoin me and help create a world where we can be free without being persecuted or are you going to hide in the shadow with the homosapiens?"

"John?" Bobby said, looking both confused and afraid. John kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I'm going Bobby." John said as he turned to follow Magneto. The unasked question hung in the air behind him.

Are you going to let me go again?