X-Men, Movie-verse
Bobby/St. John
His boyfriend left to join the Brotherhood. So Bobby eventually followed.

It was nothing like he had expected it to be. The house was clean and had 6 bedrooms spanning the two upper stories. There were two bathrooms, though one was reserved solely for Magneto and that was perfectly fine, after all he had no desire to share his hygienic habits with a rather dubiously sane megalomaniac.

Sabretooth had been the one to actually open the door for him with a curious, but oddly polite raise of one fluffy eyebrow. He had stepped in, fearing for his life and Toad had called an amiable "Cheerio!" from the living room where it sounded as though he were watching old Spanish soap operas. He had smiled nervously up at Sabretooth who made a sound deep in his throat that Bobby desperately hoped was a chuckle. A light, friendly hand on his shoulder guided him to the kitchen.

The kitchen itself was rather large. There was a dining table that would seat at least eight, ten if pushed, with comfortable looking high-backed chairs with plushy cushions. The table cloth was a pale blue and scorched in a few places, and slightly ripped at others, but somehow that was a good thing and Bobby smiled slightly.

Magneto was sitting at the head of the table and doing the Times' crossword with a thoughtful and rather charming bit-lip frown. Mystique was happily flipping pancakes and keeping a careful eye on the bacon and eggs, clearly mistrustful of her male comrades. St. John was standing quietly near her and trying to be helpful. It didn't really appear to be working, but he was clearly not hindering the older mutant either because she kept smiling down at him from time to time.

Sabretooth made a distinct noise in the back of his throat that Bobby supposed was the equivalent to an "ahem!" as everyone turned to look at him when he made it. That was only for a moment though, soon all eyes were on him.

He noted idly that only four places were set and wondered about that as he was scrutinized by three pairs of eyes. Magneto was the first to 'crack' uttering a pleasant "welcome" before returning to his crossword. Mystique smiled next "I'll set another place for you."

Bobby was waiting for the only reaction that mattered. St. John was staring at him with huge doe eyes and he looked rather as panicked as a deer in headlights fittingly enough. The smaller boy looked terrified for a moment.

"Johnny?" Bobby asked softly, taking a half-step towards him.

Before he could think of anything else his arms were full of a scrawny, bony, sobbing, clinging, bundle of St. John that Bobby had missed very dearly for the last few months. His mind instantly took a trip down memory lane, digging up all the facets of St. John that he had repressed in his loneliness.

Johnny never ate in the morning, or in the evening—unless it was after midnight, but he could usually be persuaded into a decent-sized lunch. He loved Batman and couldn't for the life of him stand Superman. His favourite cologne was only ten dollars at Walmart and it smelled amazing. He liked helping people and learning how to do new things and could sit patiently for hours as long as he had his Zippo comfortably resting in his back pocket. Blizzards made him cuddly and fearful, and thunderstorms made him horny and demanding. His favourite colour was actually green. He wasn't really a bad-ass but he sure could play one on T.V.

"I missed you Johnny," Bobby whispered into the smaller boy's ear, holding him very tightly.

"I can't leave." He was barely audible.

"I'm here to stay."

John offered him a watery smile. "I missed you Bobby."