Hollow
Before coming to Mutant high, John had travelled to the streets of England where he met a black haired boy with bright green eyes. Four years later, Magneto has him working with that same kid -expect that he's not a kid anymore. Or, Hadrian has the time of his life teasing the hell out of John and John has an unhealthy amount of cold showers. [Warning: Harry/Pyro, Street kid!Harry, Magic!Harry, Thief!Harry][Scrapbook of scenes and random update times]
Inspired by [The Bravery – Hatefuck]
His eyes widened. He remembered that face, even without the round glasses. The picture of a kid flashed through his memories; fourteen years old, sweet toothy little-too-wide smile, warm harlequin green eyes and tousled black hair that stuck up at awkward angles. The innocent boy at number four with a heart too big. John couldn't help but recall the scene of that kid cuddling up to him in an abandoned warehouse on the stirring winter day the brat was kicked out, even as that same kid –no, teen now- rolled his h- against his captor in the dark corner of the club, hands pinned above his head, dazed eyes rolling back and wanton moan spilling from his swollen lips. Blue eyes riveted on the lithe form writhing in helpless pleasure, muscles rippling under the leather top as the body arched into the hand that had snaked into the front of his pants. Through the tight cotton, John could see the captor's hand sqeeze the base, tearing a mewl from the teen, before the thumb drew circles, teasing the hard flesh till it stroked the head.
John ignored his suddenly uncomfortable pants and concentrated on his desire to utterly incinerate something.
After all, Magneto had a trash, kill and burn mission waiting for him once he found this 'Hadrian Hallows' guy.