Author's Note: Short – yes. Sweet – maybe a little. Pointless – never!
Disclaimer: Don't own the x-men but I will stake my claim on the uber-cuteness of Jinx and Tommy and Abi if they pop up!
Sleeping With the Enemy
Chapter 09
Johnnys whining
Piotr stifled a chuckle at the unexpected message that provided a welcome distraction from the detention he was supervising.
What about?
No idea. Im not listening but he has his whining face on
Piotr smirked.
Some friend you are
Yeah yeah. What you doin later? I need saved
Piotr arched an eyebrow but a faint smile pulled on his lips. Hitting the reply button, he glanced up at the students but none of them were paying him any heed.
Once Im done with detention im free
You got detention? Naughty boy
Ha ha. See you bout 8?
Great. Oh i know why johnnys whining now
?
Cause im textin you while hes tryin to whine. Oops. See ya later
Piotr shook his head slightly, his lips curled into a faint smile as he shoved his cell phone back into his pocket and carried on with the tests he had been marking, glancing up occasionally to make sure the kids in his charge were still doing their homework or punishment exercises. Now the teacher was just as anxious for the detention to end as the students…
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Piotr paused briefly as he arrived at the apartment that evening, inhaling deeply before entering. Quickly – before he could decide otherwise – he made his way through to the lounge. He cursed mentally as he found Jamie sitting on the sofa, holding his cell phone to his ear with a somewhat disgruntled expression on his face. The multiplying mutant looked up, gesturing for Piotr to come in and take a seat. Piotr did so, albeit apprehensively.
"Yes… I know, I…" Jamie rolled his eyes, silence falling for a long moment. "Bu… I di… I… I tried… I… B… MOM! I…" the multiplying mutant groaned loudly, throwing his head back and closing his eyes briefly. Looking back up he offered Piotr a wry smile. "I… I'll try again!... ok… yeah… yes… I… gotta go mom… batteries dying… gotta go… bye… bye…" the multiplying mutant snapped his cell phone shut loudly, hitting the power off button and throwing it away to the other side of the sofa. With a heavy sigh he looked up at Piotr. "Sorry about that."
"It's ok…" Piotr replied quickly. "Look, if you have stuff to sort out I can…"
"No, no… I'm sorted," Jamie waved a hand dismissively. "Really."
Piotr arched an eyebrow dubiously.
"If you're sure."
Jamie nodded.
"I'm sure," he replied firmly. Piotr pursed his lips slightly, really wanting to ask again what was wrong but he did not want to push the other mutant like he had the other night. If Jamie wanted to talk – he would talk.
"You figure out why John was whining?" he asked instead. A genuine smile spread onto Jamie's lips.
"No," the multiplying mutant smirked, arching an eyebrow amusedly. "But I'm sure he'll tell me another day."
"I'm sure he will," Piotr agreed. Jamie clambered to his feet and gestured toward the cabinet behind him.
"Anyway… can I offer you a drink? Or will we just… cut to the chase and head on through to the bedroom?"
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Piotr made his way leisurely up the stairs to the apartment a few days later. He had arranged the rendezvous quite early that morning, as he had sat eating his breakfast and had spotted Kitty coming towards him with that I need a favour look…
Finding the apartment door already open the Russian let himself in, heading straight through to the lounge. He offered the male sitting on the sofa a smile.
"Hey. How's…" the Russian paused, frowning slightly. He regarded the other mutant thoughtfully for a moment before arching an eyebrow. "You're not Jamie."
The figure in front of him arched both brows in mild surprise.
"Well that's a matter of opinion," however he gave an acknowledging nod. "The other Jamie will be here soon. He's just running a small errand for Mystique."
"Oh… ok…" Piotr nodded, although a slight frown pulled on his face. Although everything the duplicate had said made sense it still sounded… weird.
"Can I get you a drink?" the duplicate asked. Piotr blinked quickly before shaking his head.
"Eh, no I'm ok, thanks," the Russian replied, taking a seat opposite the duplicate. With a small nod the duplicate stretched leisurely and threw the television remote at Piotr.
"Well, keep yourself amused then," he clambered to his feet. "I'll be in the kitchen."
Piotr let out a soft sigh as the duplicate disappeared. Well this was… strange. Turning his attention to the large television across the room he switched it on and began absently scrolling through the channels. His head jerked up instantly as he heard the sound of the front door, although he turned back casually to face the television as Jamie entered the room.
"Hey there," Jamie offered the Russian a small salute, looking towards the kitchen as his duplicate appeared in the doorway. Piotr stood as Jamie crossed the room and rejoined with the duplicate, the multiplying mutant blinking rapidly, a slight frown pulling briefly on his face before his eyebrow arched. "I'm impressed."
"What?"
"Most people can't tell the difference between me and the dupes," Jamie replied simply. Piotr shrugged.
"There was just… something different," he inhaled deeply and continued quickly. "You should'a just texted and said you had something to do tonight."
Jamie shook his head.
"And then you would'a said oh well another night then," Jamie smirked and quickly closed the gap between the two, grabbing the other mutant firmly by the hips. "And I wasn't going to miss out on a night of Russian lovin'…"
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A quiet chuckle escaped Piotr's lips as Jamie's lips tickled around his shoulders.
"Jamie… I should go…" he said reluctantly.
"You said that an hour ago…" Jamie replied casually, not removing his lips once from Piotr's body. The Russian turned slightly to pull away, although he did not move very far, only far enough to remove Jamie's lips but the multiplying mutant's arms still held him firmly.
"No… really… I have to go," he said, although once again he made no further attempt to move. Jamie smirked and quickly pulled himself on top of the other mutant.
"You said that half an hour ago," he reminded him with an arched eyebrow before returning his attention to the base of Piotr's neck, running his hands down the Russian's muscular body. Piotr rolled his eyes, lifting the other mutant off of him easily, laying him back down on the other side of the bed.
"I. Have. To. Go," he repeated, albeit with a reluctant groan. Quickly – before the multiplying mutant could grab him again – he rolled off the bed, grabbing up his clothes. Dressing quickly the Russian chuckled at the pout the other mutant offered him. Pulling his t-shirt over his head he clambered back onto the bed, smirking slightly as he cupped his hands either side of Jamie's face, pulling him into a quick, chaste kiss. "I'll be in touch."
"Well make it a night when you don't have to get up at stupid o'clock the next morning for a change," the multiplying mutant grumbled but with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Piotr arched an eyebrow.
"You were the one who was late," he pointed out. Jamie smirked.
"I think I made up for that."
Piotr chuckled.
"Fine," he gave a conceding nod as he turned and made his way towards the door. "I'll see what I can do."