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Bobby rolled onto his side and rested his head on Kevin's chest. Both of them were breathing heavily, but not as severely as a few minutes before. He felt sweat run down his sideburn, but he ignored it as it disappeared behind his jawline. He traced his finger down the groove between Kevin's pecs and through the defined line formed by his abs.
"Nice," Kevin whispered, half-asleep but with a smile on his face. Bobby felt his already strained heart leap when he saw that smile form.
"You're so awesome," Bobby said. It felt like an uncontrolled statement, as if his subconscious had decided to declare it and bypass all forms of sifting and censorship. Kevin laughed softly and breathed in deeply, and ran his hand down Bobby's cheek. His touch had energy in it - felt surreal and charged. He couldn't help but close his eyes and enjoy the caress he'd been so long without.
It had been twelve hours since Kevin had awoken from his strange sleep. They had been lying in the teacher's lounge, just as they had been doing for the past few days. He'd been reading a book, and Kevin had been in his deep slumber and lying next to him. He remembered turning the page, and watching with irritation as the page turned back. He'd done it three times without considering a conspiracy before throwing the book across the room, only to see Kevin lying on his elbow looking at him dreamily with a boyish smile on his face. It had been such a shock that he'd remained stunned for a few moments before throwing himself at him, almost crushing him in a hug and kissing him all over. He'd never remembered such a feeling of relief, and the joy of reuniting with an energetic, fun-filled Kevin made him want to shout with elation. Of course, the reunion in the lounge was relatively short. He remembered Kevin's confused look as Bobby's wolfish eyes settled on him, and how he'd near-sprinted to his room dragging a protesting Kevin behind him. Kevin was protesting that he hadn't eaten in days and needed something to sustain himself, which Bobby thought was a ridiculous excuse, but in the end he'd allowed a quick detour to the kitchen so that Kevin could quickly slap something together and down it. Of course, the rest was history. After that, nothing would have stopped him, and he'd burst into the room with Kevin behind him, locked the door, and literally tore his clothes off. He'd been so horny he thought he was about to grow fangs, and several hours later, he hadn't sensed his hormones abating yet. He couldn't enough of Kevin. He wanted more and more, and still he wanted more.
"It was so good," Kevin said out of his half-sleep, and Bobby's train of thought was disturbed.
"I could tell you liked it," Bobby said with a smile. "Shit, I hope we didn't make too much noise."
Kevin opened his eyes and lifted his head. "Psh. As soon as you locked that door I sealed off your room. No one can hear anything, Xavier can't look here, Colossus, Kitty... none of them could ever get into this room unless I wanted them to. It's just you and me, Bobby," he said with a smile.
Bobby sometimes forgot the unseen dimensions which were part of Kevin's vision, and the way he controlled them.
Kevin's head fell back again. "Damn, I missed you, Bobby. My life is so fucking meaningless without you. There are no words to really describe it to you." Bobby smiled a little. He actually sounded angry at the fact that he couldn't express it.
Bobby hugged him, hooked his leg around Kevin's waist and kissed his chest. "You don't need to tell me, because I feel the same. I understand, trust me." Kevin nodded.
Bobby felt it was time to change the mood again, and he straddled Kevin who feigned being winded by Bobby's weight, but gave it away with a curve of the corner of his mouth. Bobby leaned forward against Kevin's chest and looked into his eyes carnally. "Again. Let's do it again," he said lustfully.
Kevin's eyes widened in shock, and his mouth dropped open. "You've got to be shitting me!" he said, and put his hand over his forehead in mock distress.
Bobby laughed like a little kid, but he was totally serious. He wanted it again. Hard. "What?" he said mischievously.
"What? What!" Kevin said with exasperation. "We've been in here for what... ten hours? And because of you I've come like five times."
"Five is right," Bobby said factually.
Kevin's mouth gaped at the lack of sympathy in Bobby's tone, which made him smile wider. He loved Kevin and his self-pity spirals. Of course, if Kevin hadn't been in such a fever during their last episode, he would have noticed that he'd made him come twice. Kevin managed to hit all the right spots, and his rage to be closer to Bobby and show him his lust drove Bobby past the edge most times. He felt like telling Kevin he'd had more orgasms than him and that he should stop whining, but he thought better. Kevin was a strange guy - he's probably become all smug and pretend to be the greatest lover of all time. He was, but he wasn't about to tell him that. Not yet, anyway.
"Never mind that I've woken up from a coma, and I've eaten a pathetic sandwich for the first time in days..." he went on monotonously. Bobby rolled his eyes, and kissed him hard on the mouth, and silenced his protests. Bobby felt that Kevin was as turned on as he was. Fucking actor!
Kevin's breathing accelerated, and Bobby smiled to himself, and broke the kiss. He merely needed to be the catalyst to the situation. Kevin's eyes focussed on him wildly and he almost bared his teeth as if Bobby was prey that he'd finally found. Kevin suddenly threw him off him, and moments later Kevin was hovering above him menacingly. It was such a turn on, he thought he was going to lose it right there. At this point Kevin couldn't be reasoned with, or curbed in any way. It was awesome. Kevin raised his right hand and like all the times before this, the air shimmered for less than an instant before a condom was suddenly present where before there was nothing. The first time Kevin had tried had taken some doing, but Bobby noticed that if he first put Kevin into the mood first, it required almost no effort. Bobby thought that if Kevin's subconscious and consciousness agreed on something, which didn't happen often, he was at his strongest. And when a guy was horny, what normal male mind would resist?
Kevin quickly put the condom on and lay on top of Bobby and started kissing him. Both of them were groaning with anticipation, and from the sheer pleasure of the contact between them. Bobby wrapped his legs around Kevin as tightly as he could, which caused him to exhale with discomfort, but Bobby could tell he liked it. He felt Kevin position himself, and a moment later he felt Kevin slide his cock into him. He groaned with pressure. It felt so damn good. They kissed deeply, their tongue trying to devour one another but at the same time sparring amiably and gently. Kevin started thrusting, and Bobby thought that he wouldn't be able to take too much of this before he lost it. That feeling as his cock slid in and out of his ass was so fantastic he didn't think anything could rival it. If he wasn't so close, he would love to go on like this for hours. Kevin was lying on top of him, and thrusting regularly with his head resting in the nape of Bobby's neck, his hot breath and groans resonating against Bobby's skin. Bobby held the back of Kevin's head, and gripped his back with his other hand. He could feel Kevin's strong back muscles flexing under his grip, he could see the multitude of muscle fibres contracting in Kevin's toned arms with every small movement, all doing their part to push his cock deeper and deeper into his ass. Kevin's abs rubbed against Bobby's straining hard cock, and with every thrust he was afraid the next one would be the last one he could handle before exploding.
"I'm close," Kevin whispered into his ear, and he was completely out of breath.
Bobby leaned less than an inch forward and nibbled the corner of his ear without saying a word. Kevin went over the edge, as he knew he would. His breathing became rugged as the imminent eruption gathered in force.
"Oh... shit!" Kevin cried out, and one last deep thrust moved Bobby's whole body. Kevin cried out and groaned and groaned as he started shooting into Bobby. The sound of Kevin's cries and the thought of him shooting deep into him pushed him over the edge, and Bobby groaned as he started shooting all over his and Kevin's chests. His hips started bucking and his ass clamped rabidly around the cock which was still unloading inside of him.
Kevin was the first to recover from his orgasm, but he was still thrusting with diminishing regularity, just to make sure he'd fully emptied himself again. Bobby's heart was racing, and the sheets around them were wet with sweat. They were tangled up, and Kevin's full weight rested on him for the first time making breathing a mild inconvenience, especially considering they were both panting.
"Fuck, Bobby, I thought was dying in that one. Seriously. My body couldn't take it."
"You like?" Bobby said playfully, and he felt his breathing start to stabilise again. He loved the regularity this exercise was assuming.
"I like," Kevin said with a smile. "Shit," Kevin repeated. He really was spent. It was amazing to see a guy physically finished off by a mind-blowing orgasm. Bobby could feel Kevin's heart beating against his chest wall with rage, but his cock was still hard and twitching defiantly inside of him.
Kevin took one deep breath and kissed Bobby quickly on the lips and then rolled off of him. He really was a great lover - naturally gifted, and so fucking passionate. Kevin took off the condom and threw it to the side to join its friends on the floor.
"Exhausted my ass," Bobby said disdainfully as he noted the far above normal load filling the condom.
"I had reserves," Kevin said innocently before falling back to lie next to Bobby with their heads together on the same pillow, the hands slowly stroking one another's chests and abs.
"We'll see about that," Bobby said. "Kevin, look at the room. What do you notice?"
Kevin studied the room quickly and fell back again. The sheets were starting to become tangled and difficult to navigate in, so he threw them off irritably. "Nothing. Why, is there something I should see?"
Bobby turned onto his side and looked into Kevin's eyes. "Nothing. Exactly. You didn't tear the room up this time. You're gaining control of your gifts."
Some realisation spread over Kevin's face and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I guess," he said, and Bobby once again felt turned on by his humble side. His normal side. He leaned forward and kissed him. He could die happily at that moment and he'd have no regrets.
"You should be more confident. You're so fucking amazing, Kevin. I don't know anyone like you," Bobby said after a moment.
"Yeah you're right," Kevin said with downcast eyes. He lifted his eyes and smiled devilishly. "I am amazing. So damn amazing. Amazing, I am..."
"You're such a dork," Bobby said rolling his eyes, and punching Kevin's chest playfully, and both of them laughed for a few minutes like teenagers.
After a short silence filled with the sound of their relaxed breathing, Bobby lifted his head again. "How about we go laze about in a boat on the lake later today? It'll be quiet, and we can talk."
"If I can be with you, I'm up for it," Kevin said honestly.
"Good," Bobby said, and he strengthened his embrace around Kevin. Sometimes he thought he couldn't get close enough to the guy. He wanted to lie like this for days, until only starvation threatened to separate them, and even then, what a good death it would be.
Bobby sat up and squatted in front of Kevin. Kevin leered at him and enjoyed the view of his naked body openly. Bobby gripped Kevin's soft dick and started stroking it, causing it to respond within seconds.
"What?" Kevin said with a frown.
"You know," Bobby replied with a naughty smile.
Kevin's eyes widened slowly, and again he was stupefied. "Fucking hell, you can't be serious!" he pleaded. Bobby didn't reply, but he leaned forward with a smile. Poor Kevin, he was about to discover that it wasn't in his nature to joke about this.
Senator Richard de Mille walked along the long passages of his mansion. He'd just finished discussing a tactical situation with the President, and he found him to be a most amiable and malleable man. It made him wish he'd instituted his plan years ago, but then, he wouldn't have had the detonator needed at that stage. He heard his bodyguards follow him closely, as they did at all times, even within his own home. Several mutants had tried to take his life over the years, but none had yet succeeded. The guards attributed it to their own prowess, but they were merely for show - and not even they knew that. Only the mutants in their dying moments realised the perversion of the situation. Near to the end of the passage he reached his private elevator to the lower levels of his estate.
"Leave me," he said coldly, and they obeyed him immediately.
He entered the silver elevator and inserted his access card and typed in the ten-letter access key. The elevator descended rapidly and stopped after a short time. Exiting he found himself in a large steel-encased room, impenetrable to any force in his opinion. He looked to his right, and saw the Bane enter his vision. It was huge and towered over him. Every step caused the ground beneath it to creak and it had an air of malice in its movement. It looked at him silently.
"It's me. I'm alone," he said to it.
The robot stared at him for a short moment and then a second later appeared to shimmer into nothing, until only a tall and darkly handsome teenager remained in its place. Women would have flocked to the sight of such a handsome youth, but the boy wasn't here for his looks, but for his abilities.
"David," he said simply. "You really are excellent with your skills." He found it difficult to compliment others.
The boy sneered at him contemptuously. He was so young, but already he was a monster in his heart. "I know what I am de Mille. It's a pity you don't."
The Senator laughed derisively and moved around to place his gloves on the table in the corner of the room. "Your accommodation is acceptable?"
"It is. Your lackeys obey me out of fear and fetch me what I want, but I don't like living underground. What a big fucking surprise." He took out a cigarette and started smoking. So young. So twisted.
"Tell me about your illusion," he said. It wasn't a request. The boy knew who he worked for.
A defiant delay accompanied the request, and the boy took another drag of his cigarette before exhaling at his leisure. "It's not an illusion," he said, and he saw the way the boy was insulted by the word. "The Bane is reality to all who see it. If I hit another mutant with that Illusion, their mind will feel the injury as if it was real. And that's only the physical realm. Fear cloaks the monster and forces submission. If needed, I can smash the minds of those who continue to resist. Mutant attacks will fail too - the mutant's own mind starts to believe that hostility is futile. A lightning bolt aimed for me will miss, and it won't even be my doing." The boy smiled. A ravishing smile, but only a madman would flirt with him.
"Excellent," he replied. "Once all the level fours are neutralised there won't be any force in the country strong enough to stop my ascent to power." It was true. A level three mutant didn't have what it takes to stand against him, and ones and twos were beyond useless and would eventually be exterminated.
"I am your path to power," David said arrogantly. Sometimes he hated the kid.
"And I am your salvation," he replied as callously. "Or have you forgotten?" David's eyes fell.
"I forgot nothing," he said angrily. "Just remember my terms. I'm only helping you in return for your aid to help me capture Kevin."
"And I shall keep to my side of the deal, if you produce the goods. This Kevin. You claim he is a maximum level mutant?"
"He's a level five. Believe it or don't believe it, I don't give a shit. He was responsible for Cairo and New York."
A level five. The thought sounded too good to be true, and too terrifying. The Bane might be able to neutralise a level of such magnificent strength, but it was a close call. He couldn't be sure. He'd never encountered a level five mutant. "Are there any others you've detected?"
The boy shook his head slightly. "I've searched the whole world thanks to your help. There are none. I'm sure. He's the only one. Remember, I want him for myself."
He looked to the ceiling as if trying to summon his patience. He'd heard this tirade at least ten times. "I know! Interesting that you would choose the most dangerous mutant in the world to be your teenage lover. Trying to piss on destiny?"
The boy remained silent, and lit another cigarette. "He and I are meant to be together. I love him," he said finally. He felt the desire to laugh cruelly, but the boy was not to be trifled with. He had a malicious side to him, and a short temper.
"Do you really think he'll go on as usual after you kill his boyfriend? I said all fours are to die, and I mean it. It's bad enough that I have to leave a five running around."
The boy looked at him and smirked. "Not even Kevin will be able to discern the difference between true reality and the reality Dementia makes for him. I'll make it seem like Iceman dies in an accident. He'll never know." The boy appeared to be taken up in a trance. "After that, I'll make a new reality for him and I. One where only he and I exist and where we can both be happy. Forever."
"Just handle your side, and it will happen. Fail..." the threat hung in the air.
He started walking towards the elevator. The meeting was over. "Tell me, de Mille - what made you turn on your own kind?"
He stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn around. It was an inevitable question. "I wanted power, and when I accepted that I wasn't the strongest, I had to find a way to dispatch of those who were."
"Fair enough," the boy said slyly. "So you're going to dispatch of me when you've finished your little genocide?"
He spun around to the boy. "You are not stronger than me!" he said furiously. This little upstart shit! "My powers amplify your powers a thousand times. Don't you forget that, whelp!"
The boy smiled at him, clearly amused that he'd caused such an outburst. "And without me, you're like a battery. Nothing more. Don't forget that."
He approached the boy slowly. "I can't do more than provide energy to other mutants. I can take it away. In moments I could sap you of the energy to breathe. Or worse."
The threat seemed to have little effect on the boy, who walked right up to him. "Yeah, I figured that part out, but in that short moment while you do your magic, I'll crush your weak little mind and leave you eating out of tube for the rest of your vegetable life."
He stared at the boy. The kid had balls. "Just so. We need one another. We can help one another."
Without another word he walked to the elevator and ascended to the main house. The boy was a problem and would have to be handled at some stage, but with speed and lethality. He'd be the final step to overcome in his quest for the Presidency and the extermination of mutant kind, which had always looked down on his powers.
Kevin watched the crystal clear water pass by the boat as it drifted through the lake. This was close to the best day of his life, apart from the day when he got together with Bobby. He looked to his left and smiled at Bobby, who was staring at his face as if hypnotized. Bobby shook his head slightly and smiled back, and put his arm overboard and dragged his fingers through the water.
"Recovered yet?" Bobby asked, and it was obvious he was veiling his laughter.
"No," he muttered in reply. "I'm going to need some of your ice down there to put out the fires." Bobby laughed. He felt a headache approach just thinking about sex. Bobby had gone on and on until he thought he couldn't take it anymore. Of course, Bobby had then started again despite his pleas. Sometimes he thought he was going to weep when Bobby got that look in his eyes, but he realised it was a big act. He had never before felt such pleasure. He doubted sex could get better than that, but he intended to spend the rest of his life with Bobby finding out if he could surpass it. He hated the thought of more sex, but at the same time he felt his pants stir and he knew he wanted it. Tonight ... again. He pushed it out of his mind before he became obvious, and before Bobby could make fun of him. Bobby would walk around in the room with a hard-on and not give a shit who saw or what they thought, but he was different.
He lay back in the boat, and watched Bobby who lay on the opposite side looking at him, with their legs entwined. Sometimes they spent whole periods of time just looking at one another. Bobby stroked his foot fondly.
"I like being around you," Bobby said softly, and the understatement made it seem more genuine.
"I love everything about you," he replied.
"How do you keep the boat moving on a set path, Kev?" he asked.
"Hmm... I use gravity to swing it around in a small orbit. It's complicated."
"Too complicated for stupid Bobby?" he asked wryly.
"Too complicated for stupid Kevin," he replied, and Bobby thought it was a great joke. Truthfully, he didn't know what he did. He found molecules which generated gravity, and he doubted very much that they had been discovered by scientists yet, or named. He used his powers to his advantage, and didn't care how they worked.
"Say Kevin," Bobby said, and started to shift uneasily. "Uh... who is that other guy we brought back."
Kevin knew Bobby would wonder about that eventually. "His name is Justin," he replied. He felt no need to lie, and it was wonderful having a clean conscience. "He's not a mutant."
Bobby looked down. "Are you... Do you like him?"
"No," he replied truthfully. "After we... fought... I woke up after I passed out in an alley. I went to a gay bar looking for company. Just someone to talk to. He started hitting on me, but I told him I just needed company and that I was involved." Bobby seemed indifferent to the story, but Kevin could tell he was following very closely. "There's nothing more to tell."
Bobby smiled at him coyly and rubbed his leg. He had the most beautiful eyes. "Yeah, I know you'd never cheat on me. I just worry about other guys who invade my turf."
"Trust me, you're the only one I want on my turf," he replied. "It's just you and me now Bobby. I won't ever feel differently." They smiled at one another, and knew the truth of the statement.
"What happened to you out there?" Bobby asked, and it was the first time he'd approached the subject.
"Justin appeared to be a mutant sympathiser - in the wrong crowd. These guys in the bar spiked our drinks, and took us outside to harm us. The stuff in the drink made me lose control over my powers, and they protected me ... and Justin."
Bobby didn't reply. He sat looking at the water in deep thought. His silence was worse than any potential rebuke he might have offered. He decided not to break the silence, but his heart was heaving anxiously.
"Bobby," he said at odds with his decision, and he saw Bobby look at him seriously. "How many people do you think I've killed over the weeks you've known me?" Bobby's eyes softened and pain entered his expression, but he continued before he could speak. "Last night I had nightmares about the people in those buildings I killed - even the thugs who I murdered. Do you despise that side of me? Are you disgusted by the thought?"
He wanted to remain strong while saying this, but he thought about it continuously and looked away before Bobby could see the moisture glistening in his eyes. Bobby's mouth dropped open and in an instant he was on his side of the boat and holding his head in his hands. "Look at me," he said. "Look at me, Kevin," when he wasn't obeyed. Looking into his eyes was a torment, but he tried. "I don't want you to ever say that again, okay? Never again. I love you. I really love you. I know that your powers are really fucking terrible to control, but I also know that you're a decent and kind man who won't hurt anyone unless he can't help it. I love you, and I'm never disgusted by you. Yes, we fight - but all couples do. I need you to understand that you're the one for me. Okay?"
Kevin nodded and blinked away his tears and forced a smile. Bobby pulled him forwards into a hug and held him tightly. He felt him kiss his head and rest his nose in his hair, breathing in his smell. It was so nice to rest against Bobby. He was strong, and firm and powerful. He felt safe in Bobby's arms. A few minutes later they continued floating around the lake, and continued to do so until sunset. Bobby knew about Senator de Mille's proclamation, but he was keeping it to himself to try and shield him from the disappointing news.Bobby couldn't know that his powers made him aware of everything in the world. Everything. He loved Bobby so much, but the multiple paths flying off into various potential futures scared the shit out of him, and he decided to shield Bobby from that, until he absolutely had to.
End of chapter 13
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