Wildcard
By Jon Emery
Chapter Two
Pairing: Remy/?
It was 5am, and the mansion was silent. Remy smirked, as he remembered the rhyme his mother used to tell him. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse... But thoughts of his mother soon turned bitter, and he focused on the house that may or may not become his new home. Through the windows at the end of the hall he could see the first traces of dawn, but he had a good few minutes to himself before people started waking. And there was one thing in particular that he wanted to personally see to. Tiptoeing over floorboards that would have creaked under anyone else, he made his way to the room belonging to Bobby Drake.
The door was closed, but Remy's sharp senses could detect movement from more than one person within. Pressing his ear to the door, he could hear muffled whispers of 'God, John...' and various exclamations of pleasure. John... the name rang a bell in Remy's mind. He believed he had been introduced to a John when he arrived at the mansion the previous night. All moody and sulking, obviously the wannabe bad boy of the house.
'I'm so glad you came back,' he heard Bobby say. 'You don't know how hard it was, without you.'
Fantastique Remy thought, pouting. It had been his intention to seduce Drake while he was at Xavier's Institute and then move on, but that plan was blown to high hell. Bobby was in love with John, and while it may have been a nice challenge to see if he could get Drake to drop his pants a while ago, Remy no longer found pleasure in other peoples' misery. Well, rarely.
Sneaking back up the stairs to the guest room, Remy was almost to his door when he heard a floorboard creak and a door behind him open. Spinning around, he was confronted by a six-foot tall, muscle-bound (and topless) man.
"Morning," Colossus said, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "What are you doing up this early?"
Remy felt like he had just been shown the way.
Yes, yes, I know it's an annoyingly short chapter – but I had no idea where to go with this, so bear with me.