Title- Hidden Truths
Author- I'll Be Your Lie
Genre- Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Characters- Wolverine, Iceman/Bobby
Pairing- Logan/Scott (Wolverine/Cyclops), Hinted Pyro/Iceman
Disclaimer- I do not own X-Men or its characters.
WARNINGS- MXM, May Be OOC
A/N- Not insanely happy with this... Timeline is non-existance so kinda placed it where ever... Would love feed back please~
-I'll Be Your Lie
"What's the matta' fag, shouldn' you be us'ta bein' pushed around?" Toad snickered, shoving Bobby to another boy in the taunting circle that had formed around the teen. The other boy caught Bobby long enought to hold his weight and shove him back toward the other members of the horde.
"Knock it off!" Bobby demanded, willing his body to defy the laws of the universe and regain it's balance.
"Why don't you knock it off, queer?" Toad growled. His features meleted into an ugly snarl. "Damn, no one wants you to like the stupid flamer anyway! Even he didn't want ya ta like him!"
"Shut up Toad!"
"He left ya icicle ass, deal wit' it!" Toad smirked, revealing his yellow teeth.
"Well wha'da we got here."
The horde automatically stopped harassing Bobby in favor of freezing.
"Well, I'm waitin'," Logan arched a brow, staring down the frightened teens.
"Bobby's a faggot!" Toad exclaimed at last, shoving the teen toward Wolverine.
"Is that so?" He glared down at Bobby. Bobby shrunk under the angry gaze, eyes glued to the ground in shame.
"Yeah, yeah!" Toad hopped, hopefull relief breeding his courage. "He's bangin' the flamer."
"Pyro, huh? Summers!" Logan called loudly.
Cyclops skid around the corner a few moments later, panting like a race runner. He paused to catch his breath, asking, "What happened! Who's hurt?"
"Calm yurself Summers, ain't no one hurt. Jus' thought you'd get a kick atta what I jus' heard." The feral stared at Bobby.
Scott frowned. "You called me down here to listen to something?"
"Bongo Boy Scout, so shut up and listen. Go ahead frog, tell 'im all you're messing with Bobby."
Toad bounced excitedly, wide smile showing off grotesque teeth. "This icicle ass is a fag yo, he's got the hots for the flamer that left his sorry ass here!"
"I can see why you thought I'd get a kick out of this Logan." Scott drawled, glaring a hole in Logan. "Now tell me how you'd like to adress it."
"Easily Summers." A smirk streched Logan's features forbodingly. "Alright kiddies, who of you here think the Boy Scout is masculine?"
They all murmured positively.
"Strong?"
Nodds.
"Fast?"
Nodds.
"Respectable?"
Nodds.
"Now tell me, what exactly's wrong with Bobby? I already know trust me." Another grin.
"He's nothin' like you or Summers yo, he's a total cock sucker, takes it up the poop shoot and all, yo!" Toad's all nasty smiles and enthusiasm.
"Ya got anything ta say ta that Boy Scout?" Wolverine's eyes held an odd glint.
"Demonstrate," Scott growled, moving toward Logan.
"Huh, sounds good ta me,"
When Scott was within reach, Logan grabbed him, smashing their lips together. Tounges and hands roamer as eyes slipped shut.
The teens stared in shocked fear, uncertain triumph overshadowing Bobby.
"Oh shit..."
Logan broke away from Scott, panting a bit. "Anyone wanna say sumthin' about queers now?"