Silver Claws and Cat Tails
Abby Ebon
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Disclaimer; I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own X-Men.
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Magic-On-The-Mountain-Top
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If there had been a way to better devise his confusion, Harry could not think of it. Before the sun had even risen, the lot of them had been woken roughly with a lot of yelling – and still groggy they'd been handed cold weather parkas, leggings, and gear in 'survival' packs at least a third of their weight.
As if that wasn't enough confusion, there had been a process of stuffing food into ones mouth before they could think to ask a decent question, promptly there after they had been shuffled onto a small plane, with engines on its wings; it had landed rather noisily in front of the "café". They'd been piled onto it, and in darkness they'd been sent off to the-pilot-only-knew-where. The pilot wasn't talking.
It was lightening, the sun glaring as it rose, even now, but the terrain had changed so much before they could see it that they knew two things very well – this was not flat-but-hilled land where the camp was, and mountains were hellishly scary in the air when the pilot insisted on flying closer then most liked.
At least they got a good look at snow and the dark jagged rocks which would be their reward for a crash. It was good instinctive not to hassle the pilot, as Lance had learned quite swiftly. For the most part as a whole they were withdrawn, yawning, and brooding loud and clear. Then again, Harry didn't think the Brotherhood were morning people.
Harry had the rather bad feeling that they were going to be landing on those snow covered mountains. Bad feeling was proven right, the pilot tilted the plane upwards, tail down and nose up, it was the oddest sensation to be sure your stomach was crawling up your spine.
"What are ye doing!" Rogue shrieked in a rage, her grip on the arm seats white knuckled. A red-on-yellow light blared, it read in all capital letters; NO LANDING GEAR. Harry was fairly certain the feeling of snakes with too cold scales sliding along his spine was his intestines joining his stomach in the race for his throat.
"This is the pilot speaking, please make your way to the back of the aircraft where you will find parachutes, put them on as indicated and prepare to evacuate. This is not a drill." Rogue had gotten very pale, and wide eyed beside her was Wanda, with thinly pressed lips. Lance swallowed, and stood awkwardly, for he was all but lying down as he did so. Up, Harry was learning, was a relative term. He tried to remember something that would save a wizard or witch from a fall at a great height. His mind went blank.
"Fred, Mortimer, and Remy, you're all nearest the back, you've got to get out first so we can too." Lance said somewhat shakily, he licked his lips, but Remy had only nodded and gestured for Fred and Mortimer to follow as they crawled to the back. Sure enough, there were nine bright red parachute packs, hooking them onto the twenty pounders they'd been given as survival gear, now they thought they knew why; though no one wanted to know if this was a "test" as well, or some accident.
Remy was the one to open the door for them, the plane rocked unsettlingly, but no one was flung out as Harry had half thought they would with the plane tilted as it was. Fred and Mortimer glanced back only once, seeming to seek out Harry. He was all too aware this might be the last time he saw them, Remy managed to close the door part way as he fell away from the plane.
"Right, just like that, Wanda, Pietro, and Rogue, you're up next. We'll be out as soon as you have, all right?" Rogue nodded tightly, gritting her teeth as she made her slow way to the back of the plane, Pietro and Wanda keeping her carefully between them. They had managed to the red 'chutes and gotten them on along with their survival packs, Wanda had gone out first, with Rogue and Pietro following after. This time no one bothered to half-close the door on the way out.
They belly crawled down to the back, and Harry had a moment to see that they were going down – quickly – and the plane had not leveled out in the least. With survival pack tucked under the 'chute, Lance was first, then Harry was out, followed by Pyro, who had yelled something about "cats" and "feet"; Lance was falling ahead of them, and with the wind rushing by his ears if they had been screaming or not, Harry could not have heard it. Harry only looked up once, and felt betrayed as he did – the plane leveled off, mocking as it headed away until it was a glimmer in the vast sky.
It was the ground he concerned himself with the most, though. It was all too quickly approaching, but Harry didn't know when he was supposed to open the 'chute, he kept his eye out for others – but he didn't catch sight of any other red-blooming mars against the blue sky. Without warning, Lance's 'chute opened up, and Harry was quick to tug open his own, not wanting to get tangled up with Lance or Pyro.
They managed to 'aim' for a snow bank, snow cushioned the fall, but they had to be quick about taking off the 'chutes least they be snatched from the ground by a strong wind. Pyro's 'chute got away, but it was better then losing Pyro.
"What the hell was all that about?" Pyro yelled, frustrated, kicking at snow in the direction the plane had left, Harry knew then he wasn't the only one who had noticed the lack of emergency the plane had displayed once they had leapt from it. Harry had already decided quite firmly – as this was his first apparent at muggle-flying machines – that it would be his last. He hoped the others had fun getting on another plane, Harry would fly - magically, or do something, no technology found logical.
"My guess…this is yet another test, we should try to find the others…" Lance trailed off, his eyes flickering from white capped mountain to mountain top, it was clear he had tried and failed at getting a glimpse of the bleeding red 'chute against the snow or sky.
"Wouldn't bet on it, my guess is they'll pick us up my next morning, could be miles separating us from the others. This was done on propose, remember. Likely they have an excuse of testing survival and endurance or some such bull-shit." Pyro ranted, and then frowned, looking to the survival packs. He'd lost his with the 'chute, but he surely knew they'd share what rations they had.
"Check the packs." There was an odd tone to Pyro's voice; neither questioned it as they did what Pyro had asked of them. They needed to know what sort of things they had, in any case. Harry felt his mouth go dry at the sight that greeted him when he opened the "survival pack", bricks and newspapers. Harry glimpsed Lance's – mud and wet matchsticks. Pyro grunted, not sounding in the least surprised.
"Bet they're having a right laugh, about now." Harry murmured, eyes narrowed on the bit of newspaper that had gotten away, clutched up by the wind. He found himself angry, remembering the offer of help Mystique had offered – had it been real help, or something to distract him all along? She was probably no better then Sabertooth with his sneer.
"This reeks, we've got to stay put…" Lance began, soft and just a bit unsure, Pyro practically pounced on him, trouncing his words into grit as he spoke somewhat scathing and know-it-all, but no less right for all that.
"Like hell we are, you don't know anything about open little snow banks like this do you? They freeze, genius, we've got to find shelter before we do anything else, and lug those 'chutes with you, if we get even a spark I'll call up the fire we need….until then, well, we'll climb up to those cliffs, there's got to be a cave in them, otherwise we won't last long and they'd know it." Pyro had nodded to a cliff at least two buildings high above them. It wasn't much, but Harry wasn't fond of heights, not after jumping form a plane.
"Alright," Lance nodded to Pyro, grudgingly, though he gathered up his 'chute and 'survival' pack just as Harry did, "we'll do this your way." Harry didn't think it was very promising that it started to snow as they trudged along behind Pyro.
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"You know," Pyro murmured his breath warm against the shell of Harry's ear, Harry shivered and for once it was not because of the cold, "you're not very good at it." There was something mean about the way Pyro said those words that made Harry frown at him in confusion. Pyro had led them up the mountain cliffs; they had taken the bricks from Harry's pack and were even now supposed to be pounding chips of ice of the rock, hoping it would lead them to the sight of a cave.
"I don't…" Harry started to say, only to see Pyro's lips quirk and his eyes glance to Lance. It was a warning, whatever it was that Pyro seemed to know, and was hinting that Harry did also; he didn't want to be overheard by Lance.
"You don't fit in, Harry, and it took me till last night to figure out why – you're not normal - but you're not a freak of a mutant either, I don't know why – or how - it is but somehow you have …magic." There was some tone of reverence in Pyro at that word, and Harry couldn't look him in eye with his next words.
"I don't understand what you're talking about, Pyro." Harry told him, loud enough to be heard but no louder. This was the last thing he needed. Harry bit his lip, the chill of the air and wind biting at the bit of wet flesh. It stung; it kept him from falling into where Pyro was leading with hushed words, spoken so accusingly.
"Talking 'bout how last night I heard Sabertooth telling Magneto and Mystique of the stink of magic on you. How you went off last night alone with Mystique. How I didn't bloody myself on that nightmare of a flying two-bit jungle gym. How I got bruises on my back what says someone about your size, unseen, pulled me up when I would have landed in mud." Harry felt as if a good wind would sweep him off the cliff side, he felt so unreal, as if suddenly without substance or weight. Pyro was confident in every word, and it felt like another shovel full of mud on his grave. His survival had depended on staying hidden among the Brotherhood, but it seemed it was not to be. Without the protection of a group – without the Brotherhood – the Ministry and its Council would find him all too soon.
"I had nothing to do with that, you just caught yourself with your footing, is all! As for last night, Mystique just wanted to help me control my appearance, and as for the rest – I'm not responsible to what you overhear snooping about like that." With every soft word Harry had to work to keep his eye or face from flinching or looking to Pyro, had to act as if none of it touched him, when he felt smothered by the accusations.
"I caught myself." With his words tainted plainly with sarcasm and disbelief, Harry knew Pyro wasn't going to let this rest.
"Y-yes." For the first time Harry looked Pyro plain in the face, the red head saw his lie plainly on whatever expression he read off it, his face darkened in anger even as Pyro stepped away, snow dripping over the cliff side he stood on the edge of.
"Maybe I'll 'catch' myself again, eh, Harry?" Pyro muttered, glancing beside himself, he seemed without fear but Harry read the insecurity in his gesture. Harry felt a sickness in his stomach; everything seemed to ache within him, a warning – an instinct, but Harry didn't know what he could do without showing Pyro right. His pride and self instinct for survival tore at him.
"What are you doing Pyro?" Harry didn't think his lips had moved, but he heard the words, for they were his. Lance was too far away; perhaps he could have stopped Pyro from being so rash if Harry had called out from the start for his help.
"Proving a point; if I'm wrong, I'll see you when you die – if I'm right, you'll see me in a bit." A dangerous grin lifted the corners of Pyro's mouth, that sure grin and unreadable pair of eyes was the last Harry saw of Pyro as he started to step back…
"No – don't…!" Harry cried out at a scream, unable to stop himself. Lance looked up confused, to Pyro - seeing what was going to happen, his mouth forming the words of his friend's name even as Harry head them they seemed to come too late…
"Pyro!" Harry felt his heart speed up, aching as it stung lungs and blood with panic, Harry had only a moment as he watched, weighted and heavy too to move as Pyro was dropping, something like panic filled his eyes in that moment that he looked again at Harry, the fear of being wrong…
But he wasn't wrong, and no matter that it would mean his past caught up to him all the quicker – no matter it meant he had showed himself to be what he was – that they might use him, manipulate him, for his ability in magic. He would not let Pyro die.
"Stop!" His voice rung out, like a bell chime, the wind died, the snow stopped, even the air did not stir, for a moment he didn't feel his heart beat and feared he had stopped time, frozen in awareness of Pyro falling and Lance's face frozen in terror. Then he felt his heart shudder and he knew Pyro had been caught in whatever magic he had forced into life, but by what form it would take he did not know even as he gestured upward, moving whatever wild magic had seen fit to aid him with to the cliff side where he stood. Lance was looking at him, wide eyed, as if he wasn't sure Harry was real or dream.
A fist of earth, with Pyro caught in the grip of thumb and forefinger, came into sight. He looked like a plucked fruit, but his eyes shown with triumph and relief. Harry felt himself shake, trembling as he put his hand to the icy snow of the cliffs and calling up his power, tired, he wanted a cave – and he got it, a man sized opening gapped open as if the cliff had opened its mouth, Harry gestured again and not too gently the earth hand slid Pyro, ass over head, into the cavern. He did not quite dismiss the magic as felt it fall from his ability to use, the hand sunk into the mountain, where Harry hoped it would stay.
Harry did not notice his hand come away from the ice, bloody, but Lance had. With pale face and pressed lips he watched as Harry absentmindedly flicked a finger – and where the finger pointed, a fire started, ironically it was at the base of Pyro's feet. Harry looked to Pyro then, as if not sure what to say, he looked as if he wanted to tell Pyro to keep the fire going, but wasn't sure why he would do so. Pyro frowned, and that's when Lance knew he wasn't imagining that Harry wasn't acting as he should be.
"My hands…." Harry mumbled in puzzlement, only then did Lance see that the claws and light silvery dusting of hair was gone, leaving pale skin bloodless even as they bled out. Lance caught Harry before he staggered to the ground, he saw with wide eyes that that was not the only change – Harry didn't look like a cat anymore, save for his silvery hair and ears and tail, he didn't look anything like what Lance had remembered. It looked frail with too pale skin and white hair and eerie green eyes. He looked like some sort of snow creature, perhaps a fairy, but Lance didn't have the words for the look of beauty about him. Ice froze the cavern mouth shut, like a tomb.
"He…he's cold." Lance could not help but say, and he looked up to meet Pyro's eyes, they were as wide as he feared his own were, and just as frightened. Harry seemed not to know the danger he was in, as he blinked at them, and in that moment Lance feared Harry didn't know them, for all the reaction he showed.
"Oh, god…Harry... I…what have I done….?" Pyro was muttering to himself as he kept one eye on Harry and built the fire, almost recklessly he made a fire ring, feeding it the 'chutes and packs, flame seemed to burn even mud and brick, and for the first time Lance wondered if those things were what they appeared to be. Or if it was that the fire was magical.
"He isn't getting any warmer." Lance heard his own voice, raw, panicked; he wondered if he could sound less like himself. It was taking longer for Harry to open his eyes after he closed them, but Lance couldn't bear to shake him, not when he looked so confused and frail.
"Strip him, I don't know what this is, but it's acting like hypothermia, stealing the heat from him….body heat is energy on its own, might help more then mere magic fire." Pyro suggested, crawling to Harry's side, he didn't protest when they took him out of the chilled clothing, little bits of snow had frozen to it. One at a time they stripped out of their own clothes, only Pyro had the sense to spread them out on the rocks around the fire ring. The cavern was still chill, but it was warm, and Lance tucked Harry against him, weakly – as if in protest – a tail twitched against the stone floor. Lance stopped himself from laughing, he was relived that Harry showed that much life.
Lance was suddenly aware of Pyro, who curled against Harry's other side protectively. Pyro who'd stepped off the edge of the cliff to prove a point. For Harry's sake, Lance was suddenly furious with his best friend.
"What did you do?" Lance growled the words out, and Pyro's head jerked up in surprise, he looked hurt but Lance had seen what he had done and wanted to know why. Pyro might have guessed as much. Or he didn't want Lance as angry with him as he was.
"It was to prove a point, is all Lance. I didn't know it…it'd do this. He's got magic, heard the adults tell it to themselves, and knew it was how I didn't up in worse shape from yesterday. He has magic, Lance, and he'd have never said a word. It's a secret now, and it's important to him, we've got to keep it…" Pyro seemed to want to make up for his actions, what he'd done to drive Harry to use his magic so recklessly. This wasn't like in fairy tales where magic didn't cost anything to the one who wielded it, this was real life, and it seemed to Pyro that magic demanded of the user as much as it gave. It haunted him, how quickly Harry had gone from fine to so sick and cold he seemed unable to give off heat.
"We will." There was something reassuring in Lance's tone, something that made Pyro sure that they'd keep this secret whatever it took. He was grateful, and breathed in a little easier even with the heat of Lance's skin on his own, preparing to say the rest of what he thought.
"He's running from something, I'd bet, its how he acts, makes sense now. He's been watching us all along, trying to blend in; what if there are others like him? What if what I made him do…what if they have a way of knowing he's done all this?" Pyro knew the difference, it'd only been a short distance from the bar he'd missed, and this time there was something a bit strange about it. He'd felt sure, when he had heard Harry's voice, that he'd be stuck mid-way through a fall forever. Then, it had jerked itself to rights, if he could feel something like that, what if they –the rest of Harry's sort - did too?
"If they do, they'll face us before they touch him. Magneto knew about him, so he must know the risk of these others – if there are any, he might be the only one, at least of his sort, so…I'm sure Magneto must have a plan to protect him." Lance finished, feeling a bit lame as he did so. Pyro said nothing, merely laying his head on Harry's chest, as if by putting it there he'd make sure Harry would keep breathing and his heart would beat on. Lance found himself closing his eyes, lulled by heat of fire and skin to a dazed sort of sleep.
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'I'm such an idiot,' Harry mused sleepily, not quite aware of his surroundings, 'to use magic around mutants has proven hard enough, to do what I did should have killed me…' It would have, Harry was sure, if he had been alone. It was only then that he felt bare flesh pressed intimately against his own, thighs pressed firmly between legs, and bare arms touched his torso and a head of hair pooled on his chest while his own face was tucked beneath the neck of someone else.
He felt himself flush, and didn't struggle though he must have given away somehow that he was awake for Pyro, head still prone against his chest, stirred and blinked sleepily at him. It took him a moment to realize Harry was well and truly awake, then Pyro smiled, with nothing to hide or hint at something other then his feeling at the moment, his smile was whole – lovely for that. Harry felt his breath caught, and he wondered why Pyro would feel so open with him.
He didn't get a chance to ask as mischief danced in Pyro's gaze, he glanced to Lance, lips quirking. He put a finger to Harry's lips, winking wickedly, then he moved lower and Harry had only a moment to wonder what he was about to do before Harry felt a the slick heat of a tongue lap at his cock, Harry flushed, and bit his lip to keep from making any sort of sound. Lance lay against him and would feel any movement, hear anything if he made a sound of pleasure….that seemed the point of Pyro's little game.
Then he swallowed his length, and Harry could not help but cry out, his voice filling the empty places within the cavern and echoing the cry back. Harry felt Lance jerk; moving against him until he saw plainly what Pyro was intending to do. Harry wondered what Lance would think, and then he arched, a tongue lapped between his thighs, and he felt he didn't truly have a choice as he spread them, trembling.
Lance groaned softly at the sight, and there was heat in his eyes when he looked to Harry to see his pale skin flushed and his lips reddened from where he had bitten to keep from making a sound. Lance knelt over him for a long moment, and Harry felt himself drift, Pyro played and teased him so he could not think of one thing least the heat of his body make it less real.
Only then did Lance kiss him, seeming to enjoy it as his tongue wrestled with Harry's own inexperienced one, Lance groaned when Harry danced his tongue over the roof of the other males mouth, suddenly Lance – much bigger then either Harry or Pyro – was hovering over him, pressing his wrists and hands into the stone ground so Harry could not move to push him away – or closer.
When Lance finally parted from his lips, he gave Harry a faint smile. With his thick brown hair having been made wild by wind and snow, he looked like something out of a story book of a wild man who'd lived his boyhood among wild things. Lance's lips turned upward and he wondered if he'd spoken, but it did not seem so.
"I…," Lance heard Pyro cough meaningfully behind him and Harry shivered when he felt hot breath against his groin, "we would like to…damn-it, Pyro, stop making him distract me." Lance glared behind himself and met Pryo's impudent grin while Harry could not stop himself from whimpering as Pyro stoked a finger from base to tip. Lance let out something like a growl.
"I would rather not…." Pyro purred, seeing the effect his 'teasing' was having upon his friend. There was no hiding that he was hard, they had all been without clothes since the beginning, and perhaps that was best. It was certainly how Pyro preferred it.
"You'd rather just have your way with him..." Lance snarled, trying to make it sound as if he was abusing Harry somehow. Pyro took offence of that, but did not stray his lips as he teased the edge of Harry's thighs and watched Lance's eyes turn dark with lust. He liked that they both drew this effect from Lance. Mostly, though, both were glad to see that Harry had lived and were showing him in a way he would enjoy.
"Guilty… and he's not said he's uninterested, in fact I think his body begs that he is…" Pyro murmured, knowing his own eyes had darkened, he wondered what they looked like for he had always liked to think of an image of himself and his lover – or, rather – lovers entwined. He just couldn't afford such a thing, though his imagination more then made up for it. Harry's hips arched up, silently pleading, and this more then any word caught both their attention as they looked to Harry.
"…P-please." Harry finally whispered, lips half lowered, his lips were plump and bruised from Lance's kiss, silver hair in disarray on the dark rocks and flickering flame only made it obvious that he was still pale and trembled. Lance, feeling sickened as he thought he and Pyro had taken advantage drew closer to Harry, nuzzling his face into the fine hair. It smelt pleasant, like burnt amber of some winter tree.
"Harry, please….do you want us to stop?" Lance pleaded, wishing Harry would speak without them asking, but he would not and that was simply how he had become to survive. Pyro shared a look with him, it was somber and disheartened, as Pyro seemed to realize that through his own actions they might have lost Harry…
"No…want…inside…" Harry stirred then, gasping and squirming and they saw then that his eyes were as dark and wanton as their own. It was a welcome relief, and as Harry looked into Lance, he knew that Harry wanted him. Pyro seemed to be able to say it, even if Lance felt his tongue too thick for words.
"God, Lance…he, he wants to…" Pyro stuttered to a stop, his cheeks as red as his hair, Lance knew then that Pyro hadn't intended it to go so far as this, and felt better that he had not been led into this from the beginning. As he moved toward Pyro, he moved aside, seeming to know Lance would do as Harry wished, and no more.
"I know." Lance murmured, something like awe thick in his eyes as he touched the sickly skin of his soon to be lovers thighs, and pressed teasingly against the heavy sacks, licking at the tip of his length before flicking his tongue against Harry's entrance making him cry out softly in pleasure.
"Isn't it hot?" Pyro murmured, touching the inside of Harry's ankles and making him shiver.
"Yes…move, Pyro, I…want him…" Lance was at a loss of how to say it, but Pyro didn't need his words, he simply understood – it was why they worked so well together. Pyro instead went to let Harry lay his head on his thigh. Pyro was not the only one to notice Harry inhale, something like possessiveness flashing through his green eyes. For a moment Lance wondered what they were taking into their bed – and lives, for such as they were mutants, they saw being intimate as only another step in a bond that would build and could be relied upon.
"Damn, this'll be something to see." That didn't mean they didn't enjoy the sex any less. Pyro was murmuring to Harry, leaning over to kiss and touch, even as Lance pressed himself slowly into the sliver haired boy, a cat ear flicked, and Lance froze swallowing fear of rejection as he spoke.
"Harry, Pyro has teased you enough so that it shouldn't hurt…if you want to stop tell me and I will, alright…?" Fierce green eyes glared down at him, and the slender body beneath his writhed invitingly beneath him, forcing him deeper. He gasped, and seeing out of the corner of his eye the flick of a tail, grasped it firmly and brushed his thumb over the fine soft hairs.
Harry cried out, closing his eyes, panting, seeming to have been affected more then Lance had counted on with a mere touch of his tail. Pyro shared a glance with him, lips quirking; Lance shoved into the youth beneath him, at the same time his fingers dragged smoothly over the fur of his tail.
"Ah…hot, more…." Harry pleaded, eyes closed as he made soft sounds of pleasure with something like a purr that hung in the air not-voiced, but seemed to wrap about them soothingly, urging more and quickening Lance's lust.
"Ha…harder…" Harry cried out again, after he spoke, and Lance felt his control slip, something like triumph danced in Harry's green eyes as he watched Lance – who looked wild and untamable, trembled and quake as he cried out his lovers name in warning.
"H-Harry…!" Lance arched neck and back, gasping for air he could not seem to get as his pleasure swirled and pulsed and took him like a living thing. Lance found himself laid out beside Harry, though he could not remember getting their, Pyro offered some clue with a wicked grin.
"You two are…very good together…" Pyro mused, though there was in his eyes like a sadness, as if he expected to be cast aside, Lance wanted to say something to reassure him, but before he could…Harry did instead, and his voice, Lance mused somewhat amused and dismayed at his own and Pyro's weakness, was much more effective then either of theirs.
"Suck…" Lance felt himself ache to do so, but it was Pyro whose gaze had caught with Harry's own.
"Harry…." Pyro's voice was aching, as if he could not bear to be teased by Harry's whim. Even so, Harry's demand – no, order – left its make on Pyro plainly enough.
"God, Pyro, never seen you so hard…" Lance mused, looking boldly upon his best friend, a flush passed over Pyro's cheeks, and he gasped as Harry – as hard as Pyro – sat up, looking to Pyro with a heat that burned and healed and aroused all at once. Lance did not know how Pyro took that gaze so long, perhaps it was because he was used to dealing with the lure of fire and wielding some control over it.
Harry was no ones to control. Pyro shuddered with that break of eye contact, falling back as if to get away though in the end he only laid prone on his back, legs spread, hand touching himself as if he could not help but do so. Perhaps he could not.
"Please, I…I need you in me…" Pyro begged, bottom lip trembling with his broken plea, his finger pressing against his entrance in a wanton display that could not be taken back. Lance knew in that moment that Pyro would never take such an offer of himself back, and as Lance watched, arm propping him up, Harry had crawled between Pyro's spread legs, and made soft sounds as Harry slowly pressed himself against the entrance Pyro had been teasing. Pyro's hand fell away, hissing out a pleased breath even as he could not help but whisper encouragingly.
"Yes…" Harry urged, and pressed into him in a slow rolling thrust that made Pyro cry out and close his eyes, helpless to the pleasure he endured.
"God, Pyro…" Lance stirred, heart going out to his friend, for a moment it seemed as if Harry was pushing into him, and he was helpless and cried out as pleasure quickened and became a living thing, but then the moment passed, for Pyro had gasped and moaned and came across their bellies, as Harry thrust into him a few final times.
"Ah!" Harry closed his eyes seeming to collapse against Pyro, who held him even in the daze of his own pleasure. Lance crawled to them, and was reminded of an entwined pile of puppies; for all that Harry was more cat then anything else.
Nonetheless it gave him a comforting sense of familiarity, for all that he not quite heard – but was none the less aware – of a rumbling purr that filled the cavern. It came from Harry. When Lance and Pyro traded looks, they knew it was not imagined, it was merely unseen, but as real as Harry. They fair haired boy stirred, looking to them in a bemused if stricken way, and when he spoke, they knew why he looked so forlorn.
"Love you…both…" Pyro and Lance kissed him, for it was all they could do, for they could not put to words how they felt of Harry for neither had ever known love before, merely bonds of brotherhood or companions of the past. Warm with contentment, they fell into sleep once more.
Only to be woken later by the clash of steel against ice, it gave way as they woke, and a face familiar and loathed appeared, leering as nostrils visibly flared to take in their mingled scents.
"Smells like you've had fun." It felt as if Sabertooth had given them his blessing and feeling altogether awkward and defiant the three dressed and followed Sabertooth wordlessly to an enlarged snowmobile. So it was they were taken to their next task at the foot of the mountains, surrounded by dense forest and with the Brotherhood and Magneto to meet them.
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Note…is it just me, or did it suddenly get chilly…? So, that's two down (Pyro and Lance) and three more (Pietro, Remy, and Logan) to go….-rubs hands together with a gleeful giggle- I do so love when these sorts of things come together…erk, no that wasn't a pun!
…-snickers- I may be having far too much fun…also, spoilers ahead for Snakehead – you have been warned…
Thought I'd just tell fellow Alex Rider readers out there that I thought Snakehead was interesting (couldn't resist I'm afraid, so I went and finished it in only six or so hours just this Wednesday at the library) Ash, well, glad he's dead –mutters darkly- nobody indeed. Was anyone else puzzled by the moment-in-the-sun chapter with the rich people at the island? Seemed thrown in… I dearly wish Yassen wouldn't stay dead (was half hoping that at the end it would be him at the door who'd Jack's invited, as I don't think the two ever met…); but at least there was a reappearance of Ben/Fox…
Sabrina, I would have liked to stay gone…and we finally learn Alex's moms name; Helen. I mark this as something that is – or will be – important, he knows all he can about his father, but about his mother we're in the dark. Predominately, no female has played a key roll book to book, save for Mrs. Jones, Jack, and perhaps Sabrina; now I find myself hoping that we learn something more then his mothers name...so she was a nurse who didn't ask questions of odd wounds, didn't trust Ash, and apparently went along with the whole "cover story" of her husband going to "jail" and living in a dump – while pregnant! Yet, amazingly she stayed loyal to John – all the while John went strolling about with Yassen and Scorpia. Seems to me she'd have more then a history then we've glimpsed, all the stranger, there is no mention of her family or friends ….Ash seemed a ladies man, he'd have noticed a sister, mother, or lady friend, yet…not a mention….I'd say background check or not, they missed something big, so here is to hoping that Alex gets a look at the file and finds the pieces to the puzzle aren't matching up...