Author's Note: Just a little two parter with John/Jamie Pyro/Multiple Man. Short and sweet. May lead to other short and sweet little spin offs…
More Than What We Are
Pyro's POV
Multiple Man's back. I wonder if he smells of cheap perfume… What am I saying? Of course he will. He always does…
Apparently the only way he can distract people when he's on his little fact finding missions is to sleep with them. Or get a duplicate to sleep with them. Makes no difference if it's him or a dupe if you ask me…
I guess I'll find out what he smells like soon enough. It's getting late. He'll give Mystique his report and then he'll come and find me. That's normally the routine. No matter how much sex he has when he's away he always has time for one more fuck…
Ugh.
I don't know what annoys me more, the fact he always presumes that I'll give him one or the fact that I always do. I can't help it. No matter what I tell myself beforehand, he knows how to break me down. He knows all my weak spots. And it really doesn't help that he's hot as hell…
Don't get me wrong. The sex is…amazing. I mean, have you ever been with a guy who can cater to your every whim at the same time? But sometimes I just…well most times I just…I wish it was just me and him. One him. Alone. He's the only one I look at, trying to catch those gorgeous bright blue eyes.
And after – when he gets up and leaves – that's probably the worst part. I hate the fact I want him to stay…but I do. Every now and then – just very occasionally – he falls asleep still with me. I love just lying there with him, pretending we're more than what we are, pretending that he actually wants to be with me and that I'm not just the best pick out of the Brotherhood. I mean, that's how it all started. We were the only ones left at the base one night (except for Sabertooth but…ugh…) and he got horny. And I was going crazy from being cooped up inside for so long (apparently that little encounter with the Iceman screwed up my head – a lot. Mentally and physically…)
Thing is, I'd kinda been getting attracted to him in that time anyway. He and Mystique were the only ones who'd really bother to keep me company. I thought when he came to see me that night we were…well I thought…
I thought wrong. Someone like Jamie…Multiple Man…isn't going to be interested in a screwed up kid like me. He is so…so…oh I don't know. He's just him. Strong and confident and sexy and funny and witty and…
Oh god, what if he smells of cologne? That's worse than when he smells of perfume. The thought of him being with some cheap tart is bad enough but knowing I'm competing with other men…
No. He can go to hell if he tries to come in tonight. I'll pretend I'm sleeping. I'll pretend I'm dead if I have to. I can't cope with this anymore. I don't want to just be his toy.
I want more.