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A Flower
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Chapter four: Drunk off treasure
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A/N: Bradleigh again! She's sooo fun! and nightshade and KS Fan and Storm-Pietro, this chapter in dedicated to you! Thanks for saying my story is... *ahem* ... addictive. *blush*. I can't write right. My head's still playing games with me. Anyway, pls. if you see ANY flaw at all... pls. review and tell me. I'm still unsure about my own writing. Okay, now my hands are all sweaty! PASMADO AKO!!! Err... sorry about my sudden burst of words... Anyway, here's the story. ^ ^;;
Surprise, surprise a certain fire tamer comes in his life! ^ ^;;
Pls. tell me who you want to end up with our Jamie! I'm getting confused already! .;; If you want anyone to have a grand entrance... *flash back : "I, like, need a , like, shower..." Kitty groggily walked out of the door, stretching and puffy eyed.* Err... Yeah.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, shouldn't I be rich by now? Well, i'm no where near.
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A flower lives
A flower gives
A flower makes
A flower takes
A flower loves
A flower grows
A flower wilts
A flower dies...
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A/N: Ergh... creative writing?
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'God... I am drunk as hell... I'm sure to get a hang over tomorrow morning... Damn Remy... getting me started on the alcohol and leaving me to drink my head off...'
A boy at the age of eighteen and active walked down the same alley for, what? The fifth time? He and his teammates went drinking that night. To wash away the stress their boss/evil overlord gave them. Without realising it his two aquaintances left him their drinking his ass off and now he could barely move.
He strutted away in circles and soon tripped. That was like, the fifth time too! Because of a drunkeness he has become vulnerable. He couldn't think straight. He had finally made a descition. The next time he trips he'll burn a living hell out of whatever it was that tripped him. So off he went waltzing. God... he couldn't even walk in a straight line. Everything seemed so crooked when your drunk.
He walked on and once more tripped. He turned to see an unconsious boy that lay on the floor. He was curled up in a little ball with his face hidden from the world. The teenage boy neared the object of interest and curosity. He wheeled around and saw the child's face. It was beautiful but utterly spoiled with dirt from the concrete ground. The dirt and moist tracks still staining his face.
The teenage boy felt more vulnerable... his knees weakened at the distressing sight in front of him. He was quick to move. He couldn't care less of what tripped him. His mind clearing, he hurried back to the brotherhood mansion. It was closest and that was where the Acolytes stayed.
He walked swiftly with the young victim in his hands he hurried on towards the run down building, almost tripping himself. He laid the beautiful boy on his bed. He smiled contentedly to himself. But then... he felt pain within him. People always thought of him as a heartless, maniacal individual. How could he ever feel?
He looked around. His room was decent enough. Sure it was quite messy, but it was presentable. He decided he needed a shower. He'd wait until the beautiful boy awoke before oferring to clean up.
He walked down the hall towel in his hand.
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Jamie shifted in the downy, feathery soft, blankets he was wraped securely in. He was afraid. He could remember clearly what those bastards did to him. And then... all he could remembering after that was kissing the ground in a ball of shame. Tarnished by dirty hands. Now he seemed to be in a comfy little bed. He opened his eyes, taking a peek at his surroundings.
It wasn't a fancy place, it was simple if anything. Jamie was afraid now... what if the punks came back for him in his unconscious state? They abducted him and are planning to do OTHER things to him.... 0.o!?
He buried himself within the comfort of the thick blanket, clinging tightly to the cloth and himself for dear life. He felt shivers travel down his spine and back up! His powers were useless in this case.
He was scared. It took all his will power to hold the tears back. There was no Roberto or Bobby to calm him now, no one to hold him close and whisper the words he craved to hear. He was always scared... That's all he'll ever be. A scared little boy, behind that stupid grinning face.
He can hear footsteps from the hall behind the door and it's wall.
Someone was coming.
Jamie trembled in fear... His whole body hurt and he felt so sticky. He can feel dry semen staining his jeans... He screwed his eyes tight. His head was heavy and light at the same time... his head was swimming. A sensation so entrancing. Jamie heard the door open. He braced himself for what will happen next...
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He had had better showers in his life... his thoughts wandered as he got out of the shower. Somehow, the boy he had retreived from that narrow and dirty little alley made him feel... different. It made him vulnerable and weak and he didn't even know why. His bright firey red hair was ruffled as he dried it. He gently wiped his arms and his abdomen. He wiped his face. He couldn't think right. He turned and headed for the door. As he opened it, Pietro walked by, glancing at him. How could the newly cleaned boy not notice that the silvery headed boy licked his lips at the sight of John in jut a towel?
He knew all about him and the other boy, Lance. He knew how they would creep out of their rooms after dark and make-out in Lance's mini-jeep. He knew about their secret relationship, but he wasn't gonna tell them THAT now, will he? He'd have been stupid, then.
He went off the opposite direction. His footsteps echoing in the epmty hallway. He stopped infront of his door. He laid a hand on the door knob and twisted in slowly. He peeked in and he could see that there was a big lump under the sheets, trembling at the each sound made in that room. He pushed the door further and stepped in. The boy was missing. He couldn't help but grin. The whole situation was funny for him. 'I'm just so twisted that way...' He thought. He neared the bed each step with caution. He sat at the edge of the bed. The lump must've felt that becauese it froze.
The teenage boy chuckled. He laid a hand on waht he THOUGHT was the shoulder, he felt a sudden flinch, and said as gently as he could "I won't hurt you, mate! I took you home to take care of 'yer injuries." The boy couldn't help the amusement in his australian accent.
The lump shifted. This gave the boy the signal that he was still scared of him.
"You should get cleaned up you know. I won't peek, mate! I'm not like THAT!" the older boy said tugging at the sheets lightly.
"Who... who are you..?" A trembling, shaky, broken voice came from the lump. All innocence drained from the pain that it showed.
The older boy was not amused anymore. He was hurt... he was scared. He never knew that someone as young as the boy within the cocoon of cloth could have this much pain in him.
"John Allerdyce, mate. You can trust me!" A brown little head popped out. Just below the eyes. And those eyes, those beautiful eyes looked deep into John's azure ones. John was the name. Tall, red head and young. Kiss his ass! That was just bullshit. The boy had no reason to stare like that! John reached out a hand to touch the lithe boy's brown tangled hair and entangled his fingers within the forest of brown hair. His expression of seriousness melted. He felt a fire so strong that it he that couldn't control, melt his mask and show the boy he was faced with the real emotions he felt. He softened as the boy relaxed within his touch.
"What's 'yer name, kid?" John asked in honest frendship.
"J-jamie Madrox..."
"Well then you better clean up now, aye, Jamie?" John smiled softly as he indulged his fingers in the boy's soft downy hair.
Jamie gave a nervous nod. His whole body ached and he could barely move.
"o-okay... but... I can't move... Everything hurts..." Jamie said in a very innocent childish voice.
John frowned. What did he expect? Jamie was raped. It was supposed to hurt. He pulled the whole blanket off of Jamie's lithe and fragile body. He gently took Jamie in his arms and he brought him to the bathroom.
John felt Jamie fix himself and when he looked down his expression from worry was softened. He saw a peaceful, dirty Jamie rest his head on his chest and snuggling closer. Jamie already trusted him. Only children... only children can trust so fast. John was afraid Jamie was no longer a kid. There were too msny seniors already.
It wasn't as if Jamie was hurt earlier... he looked like a naughty hyper-active little boy who went playing out side and came home in this state... dirty and smelly. Tired and getting cleaned up.
He pushed the door with his foot and entered, closing the door behind him as he placed Jamie gently in the tub.
"Can you take a bath on your own or do you need my help?" John asked warily as Jamie flinched when his body touched the tub.
"I... I need help..." Jamie said blushing. The dirt on his face masked this very well, though.
John had a sense for ANYTHING red... even if it was just pink. He had always felt a sardonic obsession for fire. "No need to be shy, mate! You can trrust ol' Johnny!" John said grinning from ear to ear at Jamie's cute little involuntary display.
Jamie nodded. "Yeah... I do... um... pls. don't baby me. I'm no baby!" Jamie looked up with a boyish pout, pushing his lower lip with puppy dog eyes.
John just rolled his eyes. Thank god, he was drunk when he picked Jamie up. He could definately live with this kid.
He turned the water on and let it flow. Of course, he asked Jamie about the temperature. He didn't want his Jamie burned...
His Jamie... that didin't sound bad at all.
~~
John had been nothing but gentle with Jamie. The fire crazed boy gently lifted Jamie up and carried him away back into his room. John slowly laid Jamie on the bed as he dashed of to his cabinet to search for some clothes for Jamie in his own closet. The closest he came up with were his soft dark satin orange pajamas. Tied a rope around it so it won't fall of.
When Jamie was fully clothes he looked at himself. He looked clean and comfortable. He looked up at John who had taken a seat on a chair by the desk just watching Jamie.
"You better sleep now, 'ey?" John said as he crossed his legs.
Jamie lied down and looked at John who looked back in return, expression softer and gentler than ever. he could feel himself blush within John's intense gaze. Jamie blinked a few times and slightly rolled his eyes, searching for something to look at. After deciding he wanted to stare at the cabinet he blinked few times once more. He shifted and closed his eyes tightly.
John watched amused as Jamie searched for a comfortable spot.
The firey headed boy stood up, his clothes gave shuffling sound. Jamie snapped his eyes open at the sound. wide awake and alert.
"Heh, just like i thought! You can't sleep, can y' kid?" John said smiling in an I-knew-it sort of knowing smile.
"I-i'm used to hugging something... err...." Jamie sheepishly admitted.
John smiled at him. Softer this time. He sat on the edge of the bed.
"move over then, mate." John said, lying on his back and turning to take Jamie in his arms.
Jamie could feel blood rush to his head. He lifted a hand and let it fall relaxed over John's hips. Within seconds he was asleep. He snugled in closer to John, holding on tightly. John was so warm... as if he was fire himself.
John shifted closer to Jamie. For the first time... Jamie felt like he belonged. He felt like he was finally home.
~~
Jamie woke up with a fresh start. He felt around for John... but there was no John by his side. He snapped his eyes wide. He looked around frantically.
"JOHN...!!" Jamie cried. He knew he must've sounded pathetic but he felt dead when he was alone.
Jamie forced himself to get up and walk even just up to the door. His knees where weak and wobbly. His head now felt strange at the sudden change of pressure. He walked down the hallway, forcing himself forward. His vision was bleary and he suddenly fell sideward and hit a door that flew open. He rubbed his head and looked up. He was very baffled at what he saw:
Two very active teenagers in bed, both zealously trying to get each other's clothes off faster. The one on top who craddled the silver haired boy leaned down for a kiss and burried one of his hands in the other boy's hair while the other still struggled with the other teens pants zipper.
He was speechless.
He laid there sprawled on his stomach and watching the two unknowing boys make-out.
"And they didn't even have the decency to lock the door. I mean, I already told them a kid was staying with us and still they do it, oh, so publicly! In front o' minors!" John appeared shaking his head, arms crossed. He picked Jamie up and slammed the door shut. The two still didn't care. They were damn horny!
"Sorry 'bout that mate! Here at the brotherhood, we're thick!" John explained nonchalantly.
Jamie chuckled softly as he toyed with the hairs on John's nape. He liked being carried around by this guy named Pyro. He liked the undescribable heat that lingered within him every waking moment.
After a few more halls and a flight of stairs later, they ended up in a run down kitchen. A man with a long dark trench coat was reading the daily news paper. A tall dark man was cooking some eggs.
"Aaaahhh... Breakfast... most significant meal of the day, they say!" John said stretching on the shair he sat on after laying Jamie on the chair next to his.
The door opened as Jamie stared at nothing and in came an agitated Wanda, a love sick dolt named Todd and a hyper active spunky girl, Tabitha.
Jamie knew Tabitha. She was really nice and treated Jamie like a brother. When Jamie heard their voices his head snapped up and he saw a dumbfounded Tabitha looking straight at him. At the speed faster that Pietro, Tabby was beside Jamie hugging him and squeasing him and pinching his cheeks and all those other things she does.
Jamie also knew Todd from school. He was the Jamie of the Brotherhood so they got along great in school.
"Yo, twerp! Pyro, here,"--John's grin showing and his chest heaving--"told us you came! So wazzup, yo?"Todd said with a smile on his face as he walked over to the table.
When Tabitha let her fingers slide down the small of Jamie's back... Jamie squealed. It was the same sensation when the punks first got to him.
Pyro slapped Tabby's hand red. Tabby agitated stood and was about to throw a boom ball at Pyro was stopped by a hand on her's. Jamie sensed that John haven't told them about last night.
"Don't... it doesn't matter..." Jamie said.
"Yo, let's go watch TV while old rusty cooks the food, whaddya say, Jamie?" Todd said, mock punching his shoulder.
"OKAY! Let's go!" Jamie said with a grin. He could see John smiling because I got along with the some of the brotherhood.
Jamie stood with a bit of difficulty but managed as he limped towards the living room. Todd stared curiously following behind. Tabby just... stared as Jamie limped away, her hands on her hips.
"What was THAT? Pyro...?" Tabby asked eyeing John dangerously.
"You don't wanna know..." John whispered as he watched with just a slight smile left on his face. He faced Tabby, whom he found making another boom boom ball.
"John, tell me, NOW!" Tabitha threatened menacingly.
"Whoa! I dont' think that Jamie kid would like it if i told." John said raising his hands up as a sign of resignition.
Tabby threw the first bomb that landed on John's head. He had to fish it out first and throw it onto someone else, most likely, Todd again.
"Sheila... What is Jamie to you?" John said in a whiper full of serious threat. that boom ball really did it.
"a... a... a brother...." Tabitha said, willing herself to look away from John's eyes.
"Then, what would you do if your brother was one night raped? Would you talk to him about it out of the blue too early and make him remember... or try to help him forget without him knowing you did so?" John asked, eyes locked with Tabitha's.
Tabitha was silenceed by this. She shivered in horrific understanding... now she knew what happened to Jamie. She was suffocating, chocking on her own voice!
Tabby gasped --"no..!!"-- and turned. She was out for Jamie, the poor thing. But then she felt a strong grip on her wrist. She looked back to see what restrained her wrist. She couldn't move. John's eyes flashed in the most dangerous glint it has ever given. His eyes, full of malice. His face full of monotonous obsession with his power to tame an assassin that cannot be killed as long as it was his. Her voice was gone. She wanted to scream so much.
Tabby felt a sudden jolt of fear within her. She gasped and struggled more.
"You can act... right? Act. stupid." John commanded, his voice devoid of all emotion. he looked deep in Tabitha's eyes, peircing holes within them.
Tabitha was afraid... he never knew he'd see the day that maniac, happy - go - lucky Pyro would turn into such a scary thing. Tabby felt tears brim her eyes. She closed them tight as she let out baby-ish sounds and fell on her knees, crying on John's lap. Her shoulders shuddering and shook as she sobbed out 'sorry's' and 'i just wanted to's'.
Pyro laid his calloused fingers gently on Tabitha's shoulder blade. "There, there, you." Pyro softly said as he traced Tabitha, soothing her.
Now she knew... now Jamie was safe.
There was no reason for anyone else to know what happened because of the mere fact that Jamie is alive.
She stood and said a breif "see 'ya later." and went off. Without another word.
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tbc...
A/N: Okay... that was sort of... LOOOOONG! huh? I was gonna write more but.... I couldn't think.
Sorry it's been so looong since i've posted anything. err.... I hope you guys review! Pwease?
The Go button below is pretty tempting, huh? ehehe
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A Flower
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Chapter four: Drunk off treasure
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A/N: Bradleigh again! She's sooo fun! and nightshade and KS Fan and Storm-Pietro, this chapter in dedicated to you! Thanks for saying my story is... *ahem* ... addictive. *blush*. I can't write right. My head's still playing games with me. Anyway, pls. if you see ANY flaw at all... pls. review and tell me. I'm still unsure about my own writing. Okay, now my hands are all sweaty! PASMADO AKO!!! Err... sorry about my sudden burst of words... Anyway, here's the story. ^ ^;;
Surprise, surprise a certain fire tamer comes in his life! ^ ^;;
Pls. tell me who you want to end up with our Jamie! I'm getting confused already! .;; If you want anyone to have a grand entrance... *flash back : "I, like, need a , like, shower..." Kitty groggily walked out of the door, stretching and puffy eyed.* Err... Yeah.
Disclaimer: If they were mine, shouldn't I be rich by now? Well, i'm no where near.
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A flower lives
A flower gives
A flower makes
A flower takes
A flower loves
A flower grows
A flower wilts
A flower dies...
~~
A/N: Ergh... creative writing?
~~
'God... I am drunk as hell... I'm sure to get a hang over tomorrow morning... Damn Remy... getting me started on the alcohol and leaving me to drink my head off...'
A boy at the age of eighteen and active walked down the same alley for, what? The fifth time? He and his teammates went drinking that night. To wash away the stress their boss/evil overlord gave them. Without realising it his two aquaintances left him their drinking his ass off and now he could barely move.
He strutted away in circles and soon tripped. That was like, the fifth time too! Because of a drunkeness he has become vulnerable. He couldn't think straight. He had finally made a descition. The next time he trips he'll burn a living hell out of whatever it was that tripped him. So off he went waltzing. God... he couldn't even walk in a straight line. Everything seemed so crooked when your drunk.
He walked on and once more tripped. He turned to see an unconsious boy that lay on the floor. He was curled up in a little ball with his face hidden from the world. The teenage boy neared the object of interest and curosity. He wheeled around and saw the child's face. It was beautiful but utterly spoiled with dirt from the concrete ground. The dirt and moist tracks still staining his face.
The teenage boy felt more vulnerable... his knees weakened at the distressing sight in front of him. He was quick to move. He couldn't care less of what tripped him. His mind clearing, he hurried back to the brotherhood mansion. It was closest and that was where the Acolytes stayed.
He walked swiftly with the young victim in his hands he hurried on towards the run down building, almost tripping himself. He laid the beautiful boy on his bed. He smiled contentedly to himself. But then... he felt pain within him. People always thought of him as a heartless, maniacal individual. How could he ever feel?
He looked around. His room was decent enough. Sure it was quite messy, but it was presentable. He decided he needed a shower. He'd wait until the beautiful boy awoke before oferring to clean up.
He walked down the hall towel in his hand.
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Jamie shifted in the downy, feathery soft, blankets he was wraped securely in. He was afraid. He could remember clearly what those bastards did to him. And then... all he could remembering after that was kissing the ground in a ball of shame. Tarnished by dirty hands. Now he seemed to be in a comfy little bed. He opened his eyes, taking a peek at his surroundings.
It wasn't a fancy place, it was simple if anything. Jamie was afraid now... what if the punks came back for him in his unconscious state? They abducted him and are planning to do OTHER things to him.... 0.o!?
He buried himself within the comfort of the thick blanket, clinging tightly to the cloth and himself for dear life. He felt shivers travel down his spine and back up! His powers were useless in this case.
He was scared. It took all his will power to hold the tears back. There was no Roberto or Bobby to calm him now, no one to hold him close and whisper the words he craved to hear. He was always scared... That's all he'll ever be. A scared little boy, behind that stupid grinning face.
He can hear footsteps from the hall behind the door and it's wall.
Someone was coming.
Jamie trembled in fear... His whole body hurt and he felt so sticky. He can feel dry semen staining his jeans... He screwed his eyes tight. His head was heavy and light at the same time... his head was swimming. A sensation so entrancing. Jamie heard the door open. He braced himself for what will happen next...
~~
He had had better showers in his life... his thoughts wandered as he got out of the shower. Somehow, the boy he had retreived from that narrow and dirty little alley made him feel... different. It made him vulnerable and weak and he didn't even know why. His bright firey red hair was ruffled as he dried it. He gently wiped his arms and his abdomen. He wiped his face. He couldn't think right. He turned and headed for the door. As he opened it, Pietro walked by, glancing at him. How could the newly cleaned boy not notice that the silvery headed boy licked his lips at the sight of John in jut a towel?
He knew all about him and the other boy, Lance. He knew how they would creep out of their rooms after dark and make-out in Lance's mini-jeep. He knew about their secret relationship, but he wasn't gonna tell them THAT now, will he? He'd have been stupid, then.
He went off the opposite direction. His footsteps echoing in the epmty hallway. He stopped infront of his door. He laid a hand on the door knob and twisted in slowly. He peeked in and he could see that there was a big lump under the sheets, trembling at the each sound made in that room. He pushed the door further and stepped in. The boy was missing. He couldn't help but grin. The whole situation was funny for him. 'I'm just so twisted that way...' He thought. He neared the bed each step with caution. He sat at the edge of the bed. The lump must've felt that becauese it froze.
The teenage boy chuckled. He laid a hand on waht he THOUGHT was the shoulder, he felt a sudden flinch, and said as gently as he could "I won't hurt you, mate! I took you home to take care of 'yer injuries." The boy couldn't help the amusement in his australian accent.
The lump shifted. This gave the boy the signal that he was still scared of him.
"You should get cleaned up you know. I won't peek, mate! I'm not like THAT!" the older boy said tugging at the sheets lightly.
"Who... who are you..?" A trembling, shaky, broken voice came from the lump. All innocence drained from the pain that it showed.
The older boy was not amused anymore. He was hurt... he was scared. He never knew that someone as young as the boy within the cocoon of cloth could have this much pain in him.
"John Allerdyce, mate. You can trust me!" A brown little head popped out. Just below the eyes. And those eyes, those beautiful eyes looked deep into John's azure ones. John was the name. Tall, red head and young. Kiss his ass! That was just bullshit. The boy had no reason to stare like that! John reached out a hand to touch the lithe boy's brown tangled hair and entangled his fingers within the forest of brown hair. His expression of seriousness melted. He felt a fire so strong that it he that couldn't control, melt his mask and show the boy he was faced with the real emotions he felt. He softened as the boy relaxed within his touch.
"What's 'yer name, kid?" John asked in honest frendship.
"J-jamie Madrox..."
"Well then you better clean up now, aye, Jamie?" John smiled softly as he indulged his fingers in the boy's soft downy hair.
Jamie gave a nervous nod. His whole body ached and he could barely move.
"o-okay... but... I can't move... Everything hurts..." Jamie said in a very innocent childish voice.
John frowned. What did he expect? Jamie was raped. It was supposed to hurt. He pulled the whole blanket off of Jamie's lithe and fragile body. He gently took Jamie in his arms and he brought him to the bathroom.
John felt Jamie fix himself and when he looked down his expression from worry was softened. He saw a peaceful, dirty Jamie rest his head on his chest and snuggling closer. Jamie already trusted him. Only children... only children can trust so fast. John was afraid Jamie was no longer a kid. There were too msny seniors already.
It wasn't as if Jamie was hurt earlier... he looked like a naughty hyper-active little boy who went playing out side and came home in this state... dirty and smelly. Tired and getting cleaned up.
He pushed the door with his foot and entered, closing the door behind him as he placed Jamie gently in the tub.
"Can you take a bath on your own or do you need my help?" John asked warily as Jamie flinched when his body touched the tub.
"I... I need help..." Jamie said blushing. The dirt on his face masked this very well, though.
John had a sense for ANYTHING red... even if it was just pink. He had always felt a sardonic obsession for fire. "No need to be shy, mate! You can trrust ol' Johnny!" John said grinning from ear to ear at Jamie's cute little involuntary display.
Jamie nodded. "Yeah... I do... um... pls. don't baby me. I'm no baby!" Jamie looked up with a boyish pout, pushing his lower lip with puppy dog eyes.
John just rolled his eyes. Thank god, he was drunk when he picked Jamie up. He could definately live with this kid.
He turned the water on and let it flow. Of course, he asked Jamie about the temperature. He didn't want his Jamie burned...
His Jamie... that didin't sound bad at all.
~~
John had been nothing but gentle with Jamie. The fire crazed boy gently lifted Jamie up and carried him away back into his room. John slowly laid Jamie on the bed as he dashed of to his cabinet to search for some clothes for Jamie in his own closet. The closest he came up with were his soft dark satin orange pajamas. Tied a rope around it so it won't fall of.
When Jamie was fully clothes he looked at himself. He looked clean and comfortable. He looked up at John who had taken a seat on a chair by the desk just watching Jamie.
"You better sleep now, 'ey?" John said as he crossed his legs.
Jamie lied down and looked at John who looked back in return, expression softer and gentler than ever. he could feel himself blush within John's intense gaze. Jamie blinked a few times and slightly rolled his eyes, searching for something to look at. After deciding he wanted to stare at the cabinet he blinked few times once more. He shifted and closed his eyes tightly.
John watched amused as Jamie searched for a comfortable spot.
The firey headed boy stood up, his clothes gave shuffling sound. Jamie snapped his eyes open at the sound. wide awake and alert.
"Heh, just like i thought! You can't sleep, can y' kid?" John said smiling in an I-knew-it sort of knowing smile.
"I-i'm used to hugging something... err...." Jamie sheepishly admitted.
John smiled at him. Softer this time. He sat on the edge of the bed.
"move over then, mate." John said, lying on his back and turning to take Jamie in his arms.
Jamie could feel blood rush to his head. He lifted a hand and let it fall relaxed over John's hips. Within seconds he was asleep. He snugled in closer to John, holding on tightly. John was so warm... as if he was fire himself.
John shifted closer to Jamie. For the first time... Jamie felt like he belonged. He felt like he was finally home.
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Jamie woke up with a fresh start. He felt around for John... but there was no John by his side. He snapped his eyes wide. He looked around frantically.
"JOHN...!!" Jamie cried. He knew he must've sounded pathetic but he felt dead when he was alone.
Jamie forced himself to get up and walk even just up to the door. His knees where weak and wobbly. His head now felt strange at the sudden change of pressure. He walked down the hallway, forcing himself forward. His vision was bleary and he suddenly fell sideward and hit a door that flew open. He rubbed his head and looked up. He was very baffled at what he saw:
Two very active teenagers in bed, both zealously trying to get each other's clothes off faster. The one on top who craddled the silver haired boy leaned down for a kiss and burried one of his hands in the other boy's hair while the other still struggled with the other teens pants zipper.
He was speechless.
He laid there sprawled on his stomach and watching the two unknowing boys make-out.
"And they didn't even have the decency to lock the door. I mean, I already told them a kid was staying with us and still they do it, oh, so publicly! In front o' minors!" John appeared shaking his head, arms crossed. He picked Jamie up and slammed the door shut. The two still didn't care. They were damn horny!
"Sorry 'bout that mate! Here at the brotherhood, we're thick!" John explained nonchalantly.
Jamie chuckled softly as he toyed with the hairs on John's nape. He liked being carried around by this guy named Pyro. He liked the undescribable heat that lingered within him every waking moment.
After a few more halls and a flight of stairs later, they ended up in a run down kitchen. A man with a long dark trench coat was reading the daily news paper. A tall dark man was cooking some eggs.
"Aaaahhh... Breakfast... most significant meal of the day, they say!" John said stretching on the shair he sat on after laying Jamie on the chair next to his.
The door opened as Jamie stared at nothing and in came an agitated Wanda, a love sick dolt named Todd and a hyper active spunky girl, Tabitha.
Jamie knew Tabitha. She was really nice and treated Jamie like a brother. When Jamie heard their voices his head snapped up and he saw a dumbfounded Tabitha looking straight at him. At the speed faster that Pietro, Tabby was beside Jamie hugging him and squeasing him and pinching his cheeks and all those other things she does.
Jamie also knew Todd from school. He was the Jamie of the Brotherhood so they got along great in school.
"Yo, twerp! Pyro, here,"--John's grin showing and his chest heaving--"told us you came! So wazzup, yo?"Todd said with a smile on his face as he walked over to the table.
When Tabitha let her fingers slide down the small of Jamie's back... Jamie squealed. It was the same sensation when the punks first got to him.
Pyro slapped Tabby's hand red. Tabby agitated stood and was about to throw a boom ball at Pyro was stopped by a hand on her's. Jamie sensed that John haven't told them about last night.
"Don't... it doesn't matter..." Jamie said.
"Yo, let's go watch TV while old rusty cooks the food, whaddya say, Jamie?" Todd said, mock punching his shoulder.
"OKAY! Let's go!" Jamie said with a grin. He could see John smiling because I got along with the some of the brotherhood.
Jamie stood with a bit of difficulty but managed as he limped towards the living room. Todd stared curiously following behind. Tabby just... stared as Jamie limped away, her hands on her hips.
"What was THAT? Pyro...?" Tabby asked eyeing John dangerously.
"You don't wanna know..." John whispered as he watched with just a slight smile left on his face. He faced Tabby, whom he found making another boom boom ball.
"John, tell me, NOW!" Tabitha threatened menacingly.
"Whoa! I dont' think that Jamie kid would like it if i told." John said raising his hands up as a sign of resignition.
Tabby threw the first bomb that landed on John's head. He had to fish it out first and throw it onto someone else, most likely, Todd again.
"Sheila... What is Jamie to you?" John said in a whiper full of serious threat. that boom ball really did it.
"a... a... a brother...." Tabitha said, willing herself to look away from John's eyes.
"Then, what would you do if your brother was one night raped? Would you talk to him about it out of the blue too early and make him remember... or try to help him forget without him knowing you did so?" John asked, eyes locked with Tabitha's.
Tabitha was silenceed by this. She shivered in horrific understanding... now she knew what happened to Jamie. She was suffocating, chocking on her own voice!
Tabby gasped --"no..!!"-- and turned. She was out for Jamie, the poor thing. But then she felt a strong grip on her wrist. She looked back to see what restrained her wrist. She couldn't move. John's eyes flashed in the most dangerous glint it has ever given. His eyes, full of malice. His face full of monotonous obsession with his power to tame an assassin that cannot be killed as long as it was his. Her voice was gone. She wanted to scream so much.
Tabby felt a sudden jolt of fear within her. She gasped and struggled more.
"You can act... right? Act. stupid." John commanded, his voice devoid of all emotion. he looked deep in Tabitha's eyes, peircing holes within them.
Tabitha was afraid... he never knew he'd see the day that maniac, happy - go - lucky Pyro would turn into such a scary thing. Tabby felt tears brim her eyes. She closed them tight as she let out baby-ish sounds and fell on her knees, crying on John's lap. Her shoulders shuddering and shook as she sobbed out 'sorry's' and 'i just wanted to's'.
Pyro laid his calloused fingers gently on Tabitha's shoulder blade. "There, there, you." Pyro softly said as he traced Tabitha, soothing her.
Now she knew... now Jamie was safe.
There was no reason for anyone else to know what happened because of the mere fact that Jamie is alive.
She stood and said a breif "see 'ya later." and went off. Without another word.
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tbc...
A/N: Okay... that was sort of... LOOOOONG! huh? I was gonna write more but.... I couldn't think.
Sorry it's been so looong since i've posted anything. err.... I hope you guys review! Pwease?
The Go button below is pretty tempting, huh? ehehe
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