As always I don't own anything. I'm just playing with the characters. No money made for this story.

II

Another day came, and Azazel and Janos were ready for it. They had a shower together, and Azazel teleported himself into Janos's room to take one of his suits while the younger man combed his hair and looked at the marks Azazel left on his skin with a satisfied smirk.

When they both were ready they appeared together in the kitchen, startling the staff. Azazel began to make breakfast for himself and his lover. Janos loved his cooking, and Azazel enjoyed using the skills he had possessed since he was a child. It was relaxing and Azazel wasn't going to pass the chance to see Janos's eyes to light up with happiness like every time the red-skinned man took time to do something only for him.

"What are you going to make today?"

Neither of them needed many words between them, but sometimes it was nice to have a normal conversation, in a normal kitchen, like they were normal lovers, and not two mutants ready to fight a war against humankind.

"Nothing too elaborate. Blinis with sour cream and smoked salmon."

Janos couldn't help to smile one of his rare real smiles. Azazel knew well how much he loved blinis, and he always was sure to have all the ingredients ready. He never told Janos, but the Latino knew well that attention was only for him, and that warmed his heart.

Azazel wasn't good with his words. But it was clear by how he acted that he cared for Janos very much, but the younger man wanted so much more than just that; he wanted everything that was Azazel, and he swore to himself that sooner or later he was going to win the reserved and lonely man.

Azazel was looking at Janos out of the corner of his eyes while he acted totally focused on preparing the breakfast.

He knew the man was thinking about something deep, while almost creating a hole in his back with his burning gaze.

Maybe the younger man was looking for a way to end things with him. That was going to break the heart that no one believed he had, but maybe it was for the best. Maybe it was time to set him free. When he almost made up his mind to take the burden from Janos's shoulders and say something first, he felt strong and warm arms hug his waist and hot, smooth lips brushing his ears before they slipped along his neck in a trail of kisses that ended in a hard bite. Janos always did that when he wanted his total attention.

"What was that for?"

The only answer he got was an enigmatic smirk. One that would have driven him crazy if only they had time to enjoy each other more.

Once breakfast was ready, Azazel put the blinis in a plate and began to add the sour cream and the salmon.

Janos looked at him with a strange expression on his face. He didn't understand why Azazel was putting enough food for both of them on just one plate.

"Come sit". The red-skinned man adjusted himself on the chair he was sitting in and left enough room for him to sit on his lap.

That was unusual for Azazel. He never liked to publicly show physical contact with anyone, and even if sitting on the lap of another grown up man could have been strange for many, Janos knew better than to let that possibility slip from his fingers.

He knew well he was going to burn in hell for everything he did in his life, but he refused to think God would punish him for who he decided to love.

The younger man took his place and he never felt he belonged anywhere more than in the moment Azazel's lips kissed his cheek lightly and one of his arms locked around his waist as if he was worried Janos could disappear.

He took a bite of the warm food and put it on Janos's lips. If the Latino was surprised to be hand-fed by his lover, he didn't show it.

His white teeth lightly nibbled Azazel's fingers while his lips closed around the food, and his smooth tongue lapped every trace of the cream from Azazel's flesh.

The kept eating breakfast in a comfortable silence, Azazel feeding Janos, and only absently eating himself.

Janos's tongue kept lapping at his fingers like a lazy cat, and the red-skinned mutant was happy and in peace for the first time in a very long time. His mind wasn't trying to cage him with the ghosts of his past and all he could think about was the young man in his arms.

If only he still had one, Azazel would have gladly sold his soul to the devil himself for moments like that with Janos.

Sadly he lost his soul a long time ago, to men he didn't want to remember.

A sharp bite took Azazel's attention back to Janos, who wasn't even trying to look sorry.

"Don't run away from me."

His voice was hard and demanding, and it probably would have shocked anyone who didn't really know him, but Azazel knew well how strong the gentle-looking Latino really was.

The red-skinned mutant smiled at him, and started again to feed his lover, this time with his mind totally focused only on him.

In the same time, in the master bedroom, Sebastian Shaw was awake, and intending to dress in his usual formal attire.

He loved the comforts the new world could offer if you had enough money to pay for everything.

He was used to the best in life.

The best clothes, the best education, the best lovers, but there was still something missing. He knew he had power, and his power earned him almost eternal youth. He had money and soon he was going to rule the world, after the terrible loss of the entire human kind.

And yet, he wasn't happy.

His mind couldn't find peace. In his long life he always got what he wanted, no matter how many corpses he left on the floor for that.

He always took his pleasure in every form. And his perversions and darkest needs found their ways to be satisfied.

He just spent the night with a beautiful man, taking his pleasure in his body, again and again, for hours and hours, making him do things that would have an experienced whore blushing deep red, and yet he wasn't satisfied.

Not that Janos wasn't good between the sheets; he was probably one of the best male lovers he ever had. And his pain in cheating on his lover was so delicious, but it wasn't enough. He needed more pain, real pain, real desperation to really enjoy his climaxes.

He just took Janos to his bed because he was a nice toy, but he wasn't what he really wanted. The Latino was just a tool to get his real target. But it looked like his goal was still far away, and that enraged the man. He wasn't used to waiting to be satisfied.

Sebastian was going to use his power to break every mirror in the room when a small and delicate hand touched his shoulder.

Emma Frost looked as beautiful as usual, even after a mission that cost her almost every ounce of her power.

She tried to smile, to let Sebastian see in her eyes that everything was going to end exactly like he planned.

"Do you have any idea, my love, how hard it is to find real hell, real desperation into someone now? How hard is to find someone who really begs for death, and instead is forced to live to suffer again and again in the hands of someone that is not really human? Now that the war is over and only a nightmare memory. Now that people are starting to think they are safe again. You have no idea, my beauty, how delicious it was to feel the suffering of someone else. How delicious to inflict all that pain. And now, nothing…"

He sounded almost sad. His voice was deep and beautiful, and if only he was talking about something else, he could have moved people to tears.

And the real reason he was going to start WWIII was self-gratification from all the pain and desperation he was going to cause.

Emma hated him for what she was doing, but felt she had no choice. The moment she let her mind melt with Sebastian's while they were talking to Azazel, the day they first met him, she knew Azazel was doomed.

She was surprised Sebastian didn't even raise a brow when the first image of what was locked inside the dark room in the darkest corner of Azazel's mind invaded her mind and hit him through their bond. But she felt his pleasure.

Like a tongue of pure fire, brushing every nerve in his body. All that pleasure, so much more than what he felt in his orgasms during sex. So much better. And she knew in that moment what was stirring inside Sebastian.

The perfect and flawless gentleman was gone, and in his place was a dark monster, something full of pure sadism, whose sexuality was permeated by the need to make other feel pain and desperation. The monster wanted Azazel's past and soul, and no one could hope to stop him from reaching his goal.

"Soon, my love, soon. I promise."

Her voice was trembling, but she couldn't lie to him. She knew the time was close when she would have sold Azazel, giving him to Sebastian on a silver tray. And she knew the other mutant couldn't be saved.

But clearly her fears and her doubts were visible, because something snapped in Sebastian. Every semblance of kindness in him was gone, and only the deep rage and fury remained.

"That's better, my beauty. I'd hate to be forced to ruin this face." Sebastian forced her to raise her face, gripping her chin between her fingers, and squeezing until he could feel her bones starting to creak.

Emma let go a whimper of pain, but that only made him smirk.

"You better to be sure it'll be soon, my beauty. Otherwise I could forget to be a gentleman with a beautiful woman like you"

Fear. For the first time in a very long time Emma Frost was afraid of someone. She knew well what was in his mind, and clearly watching what he was planning to her, in detail, was enough to make her wish she never was born.

"Soon… soon I promise…"

Sebastian kissed her lips hard, forcing her to accept his dominance, projecting in her mind everything he wanted to do to her, and she could only accept and let her body submit to his desires.