A/N: I would like to thank HazelSilver () for pointing out that Remy's accent is just plain wrong and out of there. I wrote this about half a year ago, before I really got onto the fanfiction wagon like keeping it around for my friend, who loves fluff. I'm sorry if anyone gets all weird about it, but I'm incredibly lazy and don't feel like rewriting all of Remy's dialogue. But besides that, ENJOY!
Pyro's voice left him. He whispered, "It can't be."
The angels in heaven
Keep falling
Keep falling
The person standing in the door smirked, "Why Johnny, you missed me I hope. Hey Mystique, leave, now."
Mystique frowned and turned to John, "Pyro, if you want to join, be at the park at o'four hundred." With that, Mystique morphed into a cat and streaked out of the flat.
The person walked into the flat and sat next to John on the couch. John flinched as the person caressed his cheek with one gloved finger. John wanted to get up and tell the person to leave, but something was holding him down. John looked down and noticed the person had his arms pinned to the side of the couch. John's mind screamed no as the person's head stooped down and kissed him bruisingly.
No, not again.
God is no forgiver
He demands and you deliver
The demons in hell
Keep calling
Keep calling
Remy kept singing as he admired the day. It was a beautiful day. True, New Orleans was prettier than this wretched city, but the day was gorgeous as it was. He made his way to a secluded grove on the outskirts of town. He looked around for a bit until he noticed his date sitting on a bench. He quickened his pace and walked right up to her.
She stood up as Remy closed in and said, "Whai hallo Liz."
But greetings weren't on her mind as she yelled, "Get 'im!" On cue, 7 men in anti-mutant squad uniforms came out of the bushes and trees to circle around Remy. While Remy silently cursed to himself in French and English, he was waiting until they were close enough. But he forgot about the two behind him as they each grabbed an arm. Eh, close enough he told himself, and then he blew up the park bench.
Having a bench blow up in your face makes most people flinch. That objective was realized as the grip on his arm loosened, enabling Remy to make a dash for it. Being a thief as a child does have its advantages, the ability to run away pretty darn quick was one of those perks. Remy ran for his life towards the city. And this time, he wasn't singing.
"Shit," Bobby said as he noticed that the door to John's flat was wide open. John never, ever, left a door open. He said it let the precious heat out. He started running again until he heard something crunch underfoot. Bobby looked down and saw a large, shimmering….
John tried to push the intruder off, but his body wouldn't cooperate. Finally, the intruder stopped the awful kiss and smirked. Arrogantly, he said, "My, my, we'll have to deal with your unwillingness, won't we? I remember when I didn't have to force you. Oh well, I guess you're just a little slow."
All John could get out was, "You bastard."
Though the night shall wash away
All the horrors of the day
And a little angel on my side
Tries to make it all worthwhile
Suddenly, the will to obey his brain re-entered his body. John kneed the intruder and pulled out his trusty Zippo. Click, whoosh, a flame came out and wound its way around the intruder. John stood up, laughed, and spoke.
Bobby ran up to the apartment building but stopped as he heard the words "Angels belong in heaven." Bobby pulled back from the door as a tall man with flame sprouting out his back ran out and down the street. Bobby held back his urge to walk in as John came to the door and looked at the receding figure of the intruder. Bobby couldn't say anything, all he could do was stare.
Stare at St. John's perfect face, at his hair ruffled by the wind. Stare at the way the setting sun cast a fiery glow to his face. The sun? It was too early for the sun. Oh, the way the bright ball of flame cast a fiery shade to his clear skin. Stare at the way John's svelte body leaned against the doorframe. Stare at the eyes that just look past everything and focus on that distant spot in the future. Stare at those supple lips that were holding back curses. Gods, he was gorgeous.
John sighed and turned to go back inside. He had almost crossed the threshold when his mind processed the fact that Bobby was standing outside his flat. He slowly turned to look at Bobby and croaked, "Bobby? Are you actually there?"
At that, Bobby couldn't help but show John how real he was.
Angel ran down the street until he saw a bucket of water conveniently placed outside a store. He quickly doused the flames charring his precious wings and turned to keep running. Unfortunately, he didn't see the Cajun barreling towards him until he was on his back without any breath left in him. The Cajun, who fell right on top of him smiled and said, "Lahvely daey, izn't it?"
Angel looked at Remy like he was insane. "Gambit," Angel started, "why are you still on top of me. Enjoying yourself?"
Remy smirked and replied, "Wehll, yah bahdy iz quite cahmfy ahter gettin' chahsed fah thahty minutes."
Angel moved his head up and saw the herd of anti-mutant people coming right for them. In this light, Angel pushed Remy off of him and sprung to his feet. Angel experimentally flapped his wings a few times to make sure they were still functional. Then, he picked Remy up and flew away from the mob of mutant killers.
And with a little beauty in my bed
I still wish that I was dead
And the little angel on my side
Takes me on a devil's ride
Pyro smiled. After making his presence known, Bobby passed out from fatigue in John's arms. Most likely all the running got to him coupled with only one bite of a banana. John carefully placed him on the couch and settled in next to him. John heard a soft noise and realized that it was coming from Bobby. John brought his ears closer to Bobby to hear what he was saying. And what he heard made the smile evaporate from his face. His brain laughed at him and then berated him, "Did you really think he loved you? Come on, he still has it for Rogue, that's why he's dreaming of her. You moron you better get ready to go. You wouldn't want to miss your only viable opportunity."
As John got up, Bobby shivered from the lack of body heat keeping him cozy. John grabbed a fuzzy blanket from the hall closet and covered Bobby up in it. John then threw his coat over his shoulder and scribbled a quick note on a scrap of paper. John then took out Zippo and placed it on the note to anchor it. New life needs a new lighter was what his mind told him. He then went to the kitchen and opened a new pack of lighters which were then put in his pockets. Then for the second time that day, he walked out with something tugging at his heart. Whether it was because of leaving Zippo behind, or leaving Bobby on that couch, John didn't know.
And the little angel on my side
Whispers sweet nothings in my ear
And the little beauty in my bed
Shows me evils never seen