St John the Divine: Dead Ringer

- Chibi Lurrel

Okay so warnings are here: this is mostly Magneto x Pyro, it's kind of porny and non-con and weird. And dark. Basically if you want more Pyro x Bobby stuff the next chapter will be better to suiting your moods, but this is sort of a look into the past of Pyro's fucked up relationships. This is totally a non-gratuitous chapter, though, I swear. Well, maybe it's a little gratuitous. But it's important to character development and stuff. Really.

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Back when he was in the Brotherhood, Pyro had managed to go a whole month under Erik's wing without getting fucked or fucking Mystique, which he gathered from their expressions, either meant they thought he was worthless, fragile, or were waiting. Mystique was choosy about who in the Brotherhood she slept with, sure, and most nights she was with Magneto, but every once and a while she'd pick one of the better looking members and spend an evening in their company. Pyro was a little jealous of her, for a lot of reasons: she was so open with whom she was, what she wanted, and she was beautiful. And, of course, she and Magneto loved each other. Or something similar.

Magneto was ruthless, a punishing master to be sure, but his power was so intoxicating. When they had travelled the country, just the three of them finding other mutants to join the cause, Pyro had listened to them fuck in motel rooms and stared at Magneto when he knew he wasn't looking. Mystique's yellow eyes caught him on more than one occasion, a predatory smile of white white teeth splitting her dark blue face. She'd tease him, sure, but Pyro always managed to ignore it. Sometimes she'd be Dr. Grey or Storm or Bobby. Her Bobby was great, the concerned and earnest voice almost exactly right, and it always made him shiver even without the ice. But still, he wasn't some plaything for anyone to use, though of course he'd made exceptions. Like, Magneto, for example. He tried so hard to curry favour with him, read the books he'd been assigned, learn everything Magneto tried to teach him, but he always felt it wasn't quite enough until recently, when his intense training had started and Magneto's expression moved from vaguely uninterested or displeased to genuine surprise at the extent of his abilities.

Blowing up huge trees was hard work and it made him sleep heavier than normal, deep and sometimes, blissfully dreamless. He was sleeping inside his tent, since Magneto had decided he shouldn't have to share. It was hot outside, so he had curled himself up on top of his sleeping bag, boxers and wife beater and wrist braces and nothing else. Erik took a moment to take in the sight. He didn't look innocent in sleep, per say, as many might accuse him of being. No, that half open mouth, pouting lips, little sliver of skin between tank top and shorts didn't add up to innocent, really, and Erik coughed a little. Pyro's eyes were open immediately and then his hands were pushed back, next to his head and he couldn't move. 'What the hell?' and Magneto held a finger to his lips as he crouched over the boy's prone form.

'Hello, Pyro.'

'What. What's going on, I can't move, Magneto what?' Pyro's eyes were opened wide and his body twisted on the sleeping bag underneath him, his legs kicking a little. His whole form trembled a little, and he was panicking at being woken up like this.

'This is a little test,' was all Magneto said, and then his cold hands were tugging at St. John's boxers and he jerked his hips.

'Wait stop. I don't. I don't do that anymore, I tried never to let it get this far please oh god,' Pyro couldn't stop his pleas, his voice a whisper raspy with fear. He'd thought about fucking Magneto, sure, but he worshipped the man and assumed it would be more personal than this.

'You shouldn't be afraid, boy. I ask for absolute dedication to our cause, Pyro, and I expect to see it from you.'

'It's just. You could have asked, I mean, you don't just have to take. Please. I'd have done this for you if you'd asked.'

Magneto simply smiled, running a hand down Pyro's face and neck to rest at his collarbones. Pyro arched his neck, breathing heavily and his eyes shut tight. Something wasn't quite right about this touch. Magneto's fingers always made his blood feel hot, like he was forever manipulating the iron running under his skin. Every time Magneto had touched him he felt his heart pump with power and a casual brush of his fingers made Pyro feel flush, intoxicated. These touches were simple, devoid of the power he'd spent so much time wanting.

'You could have just asked, Mystique,' he panted and prayed he was right.

There was a chuckle from outside the tent, and his door was pulled open again. Erik was outside, leaning in to be seen.

'Good show, my boy, good show.'

'What's happening?' Pyro asked, his voice a high whine. He felt humiliated and disoriented: their little games never made any sense to him.

'We can't just play with all our recruits like this. I've decided that you've moved far enough in your training. Most haven't the experience or mental capacity to handle her like this.'

The Magneto that was still touching him gave him a decidedly un-Erik smile and began playing with his nipples through the fabric of his shirt, and he closed his eyes again and whimpered.

'What, you find me that distasteful?' asked the Erik-outside, and Pyro shook his head no, he didn't know how to say this was what he'd wanted and so so much of what he'd feared, and here she was looking like all this cool collected power and touching him and -

'It's just. I wanted it to be. It's too much.'

The real Erik noticed that Pyro's hands were spasming, opening and closing and fluttering near his head, desperately trying to get his braces to click on, to feel something. He chuckled again.

'I disabled those when I pinned you to the floor, my boy. I don't need this whole forest burned down.'

'Please,' Pyro moaned, and Mystique/Magneto stopped fondling him through his shorts and worked them off him quickly. Pyro didn't want to open his eyes, he was so hard and he couldn't even begin to process what was happening, his mind simply latched onto one thought: they picked me, they picked me first, they want me.

'Pleaaase.' he said again and there were two identical laughs, soft and low.

'Oh, he's eager for it. You shouldn't make him wait long.'

And Pyro realized this was going to happen with Magneto standing there in his doorway, watching him get fucked by, well, himself, and he couldn't stand it, it was too weird and Mystique kept touching him, rubbing her hands down his sides, his thighs, his cock, and suddenly he felt his legs being propped up and opened and spread wide. He felt drugged, slow, and still surprised.

'Oh God. I don't. It's been.'

He felt her preparing him, pushing two fingers in at once into his ass and they were wet with lube and he was relieved as she pushed around, opening him up, and he heard one of them make a displeased noise.

'I'd rather thought this was something you'd like to watch.'

And Pyro's eyes snapped open. The man on top of him pushed himself slowly into him, and Pyro kept looking into his eyes and the eyes of the man, his mentor's, standing and watching this, keeping his arms trapped and his hands helpless and he groaned. Mystique was slow, taking her time, but it burned, it had been a long time since.

'Maybe something a little younger, love,' said Magneto, and the man inside him began to shift into something blonde, blue-eyed, something he would have called Bobby if this were a jerk-off fantasy and not some grotesque caricature of all of Pyro's wet dreams combined.

Pyro could only groan, the feel of a man's cock changing shape inside him was insane, and then Bobby was kissing him and thrusting and Pyro's mind was so overwhelmed he might have started crying, his hands clenching into fists.

'I've missed you,' Bobby said to him and Pyro could only arch his body, which was already pulled up by Mystique off the ground. But Bobby's hands were warm and his tongue was warm and his cock wasn't quite right. It still didn't take Pyro long to cum, and he simply lay there for another unmeasured time span as Bobby built up to it, came and his face when he shot was wrong too, and Pyro was glad he still had some secrets left.

Mystique shifted into her usual skin and Pyro was immediately empty and grunted a little. She grinned, teeth sharp, and gave him another kiss. Pyro could tell he was half hard again but just leaned up into her mouth, whimpering when she bit at his lip.

Erik was still standing outside his tent and he coughed a little.

'You've had your fun, love. Let him rest,' and Mystique stood gracefully and disappeared outside.

'What the, what the fuck was that?' Pyro asked, clarity slowly returning to him and his cock softening and his hands still trapped.

'Think of it like an initiation. You did well, though not surprising considering your...illustrious background.'

Pyro's eyes narrowed and he didn't care then that he was half naked, that Erik had just stood there calmly watching his prize trainee get fucked by his confidant.

'What the hell would you even know about it? There's more to it than the files you can find on me, and I know neither of you are telepaths. It's not like you to just assume.'

Erik shrugged. 'Well, you performed admirably. It took Mystique a long time finding something that would break you. I'm most impressed by your ability to deter her this long, and of course flattered by who it turned out to be.'

'Why the fuck should breaking me like this even be a priority?' Pyro was snarling, he was mad; he'd lost that smooth just-fucked feeling.

'We're training you to the best of your abilities. You must be prepared for anything in a war like this. Why let another talent of yours simply go to waste?' Magneto's voice was still silk and steel mixed together and Pyro realized suddenly that he still wanted him, wanted to please that old man in any way possible and if that meant being debased in front of him for the greater good of mutant kind, so be it.

Pyro felt himself flush and suddenly his hands were free and he sat up, a little too quickly.

'Cover yourself up, boy,' and he awkwardly pulled his boxers over his sticky thighs.

Magneto placed a hand on Pyro's cheek, and he felt himself warmed by that power, that incredible power that lived within that man. He let his face be tilted up and met him in a kiss, and it wasn't anything like kissing Mystique. Magneto's fingers danced down to lay over his heart, and his whole body thrummed with heat and fire and the feeling of Magneto's power. He heard someone whimper and didn't realize until after Magneto broke the kiss that it had been himself.

'Well, well. You are a delightful bundle of surprises, Pyro. I suppose Mystique does win this round.'

Pyro didn't even want to consider what that meant. 'A little hero worship never hurt anybody,' he said with a shrug.

Magneto smiled and pushed him back onto the sleeping bag.

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Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews, dudes and dudettes! Sorry this chapter is so whack. I think I might be messing with the sequence of things too much, but hopefully it will make sense at the end.