Date: Sun, 17 Dec 2006 12:47:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Mark <rahvin747@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fire and Ice - chapter 7

Disclaimer : The X-men are property of Marvel and this is a work of
fiction.

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Kevin woke up at 8am. He knew it was 8am, just like he knew it was sunny
outside, and that there was rain on the way which would start falling at
four minutes past four this afternoon. He sighed softly to himself. The
room was totally dark and he could see nothing. There were three mutants
within a ten mile radius, but only two within a mile of him. He felt his
muscles relax. He had always been a cautious person, but now he had to be
vigilant as if his life counted on it, which it very well might. He had
been brave or foolish enough to make enemies with the two great powers of
mutant kind, Xavier and Magneto. Both would want his blood now, and both
were deadly to face.  He shook his head in the darkness. He just wanted to
be left alone - alone with Bobby, and John.

It had been a week since he had rescued Bobby from the X-mansion. On the
surface all seemed to be well. Bobby had called it the happiest time of his
life, and he'd even seen John smile more than once. Yet, they didn't know
what he knew. He could sense Xavier's powers sweeping the land several
times a day looking for him and Bobby, and he could feel Callisto's powers
scanning various areas trying to sense him. He'd disguised his presence as
well as he could, and that of Bobby and John too - but he didn't know what
the limits of his enemies were. Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of
the night, and sit up straight in bed half-expecting Magneto to be standing
at the foot of his bed, or Xavier on the verge of crushing his mind. It
happened at least once every night, but each time he'd feel Bobby's hand
reach up and slide down his chest and reassure him. Bobby, all sleepy and
peaceful, wouldn't even open his eyes but merely provide him with a touch
and soft whisper of reassurance in the deep blackness of their room. That
was all it took, and it calmed him faster than any drug, or any mutant
power.

As soon as they'd arrived at this wretched location in the middle of the
Sahara desert, the first thing he'd done (apart from hide himself from
Xavier and Magneto), was burrow a huge network of underground tunnels and
caves for them to live in. He'd picked up hundreds of tons of sand at a
time, compressed it to glass then flicked its transformation over to
titanium, which he'd used to line the passages, which totalled over a mile
in length at the moment. He'd sensed and tapped an underground river into a
fountain in one of the large rooms, and had grown a garden for them to sit
in. It had taken less than four hours for him to create their underground
shelter, but furnishing it had taken a lot longer. Over the next two days
he'd formed furniture, food and other necessities. A chair seemed like a
simple item, but wishing for a four- legged structure could conjure up a
table, a bed or worse, an elephant. Small items thrived on details, and
those took the most concentration. Tossing up fifty tons of titanium and
sand had been a cinch, but trying to create a decent razor for Bobby had
taken an hour and left him gasping and cursing the fucking ground he stood
on. After two days, he'd created a fully functional underground habitat for
his two peers. It looked similar to Magneto's lair, except that the
atmosphere was fresh and light, and not stifling and malicious. Naturally,
severe exhaustion had followed after that and he'd slept for another two
days, only waking up to be force fed by Bobby who had a stern look of
disapproval on his face. After four days of inconvenience, he'd finally
felt like himself again, and could enjoy his subterranean home. It was very
unlikely that his enemies would ever find him here, but if they did, he'd
already set traps which would stop an army, let alone a small group of
mutants. Xavier must think him very soft for sending illusions to fight his
battles, but the fool had better hold his tongue. It only took a small
flick of his powers to change an illusion into reality, and it wouldn't
take a strong stimulus for him to do so.

He had made it his responsibility to protect Bobby, and John. John seemed
like a decent guy inside, but he had a troubled past which had scarred him
severely. Kevin knew that John liked him, and not just as a friend. John
stared at him constantly, and had started doing so ever since he'd joined
Magneto's posse. He pretended not to and would quickly divert his gaze when
he looked at him, but his powers could sense other's attention on him, and
he picked up John's attention several hundred times a day. There could be
little doubt that the guy had feelings for him, though he pushed the
thoughts out of his mind as soon as they entered. He didn't like to think
of John as a potential boyfriend and not as a friend. John was fucking hot,
and sexy to boot, but he wasn't attracted to him on a deeper level. Sure,
he enjoyed the sight of him, but that could be said of any gay guy who
looked at his defined body, but he didn't feel like he was on fire when
John looked at him. He'd heard John jerk off every night for hours, and
heard him shout his name into his cushion when he came, but it had been
agonising to hear, and to ignore. He wanted to tell the guy to stop, but he
knew it was innocent and he hadn't become accustomed to tearing out other
people's hearts, nor would he ever. He also imagined how painful it was to
have your crush tell you harshly to back off - and his heart sank as he
imagined Bobby telling him off. He tried to go on with his life as normally
as he could, but John looked at him with heated eyes, and felt that the guy
would kiss him at any moment without warning. He wasn't looking forward to
that situation, but it would eventually arrive. It wasn't precognition,
just logic.

He looked to his side. He could see nothing, but he heard Bobby's rhythmic
breathing from the moment he'd woken up. His heart surged, and he felt
insanely turned on merely thinking about the guy next to him. It had
nothing to do with mutant powers - it had to do with the connection he felt
with Bobby. That soft breathing in the darkness left so much to the
imagination, but it was the proximity which was so great.  He could feel
Bobby's warm breath caress his shoulder, could feel Bobby's presence near
to him. Bobby's hand rested on his chest, and he would often stroke his
chest in his sleep without knowing it, and then murmur his name. It was an
indescribable feeling to hear subconscious thoughts in their pure and
unfiltered form. Kevin rolled onto his side and put his arm on Bobby's
chest, and then kissed Bobby's neck. The rhythmic breathing stopped
immediately, and became a sleepy yet gracious groan. He thought Bobby was
smiling, though he couldn't tell with any certainty. He toyed with his
powers slightly, and a small row of white lights appeared which surrounded
the border of the roof and provided a little light.

He started kissing along Bobby's neck, and licked the angle of his jaw as
he reached it. Bobby breathing deepened. He started kissing along Bobby's
jaw and reached his mouth eventually. They kissed deeply, trying to
compensate for the hours of sleep which had interrupted potential
making-out time. Bobby's lips were soft, but his tongue was aggressive and
he still seemed to hold back. Kevin thought that if Bobby released all his
horny desires in an instant, someone would probably die. Kevin ran his hand
down Bobby's rough cheek and pulled him deeper into the kiss. His hand
moved down over Bobby's chest, over his smooth pecs and hard nipples which
were crying out to be touched again and again. He ran his hand over Bobby's
abs, and he broke the kiss for a moment and exhaled as if he was exhausted
... Bobby was so hot, it sometimes felt a little difficult to breathe. His
hand moved down and encountered Bobby's treasure trail, which his hand
followed deftly. He felt his hand run into Bobby's boxers, but he spared
only a moment to slide his hand in. He'd wanted to do this for so long,
that he could barely contain himself now that it had arrived.

"Oh shit," Bobby gasped and put his hand over his eyes. It was taking
everything he had to hold back, and he thought Bobby was struggling a lot
more than he was.

Kevin moved forward and locked lips with Bobby again, who was groaning
continuously, on the verge of unloading himself merely thinking about what
Kevin was going to do to him. Kevin smiled while kissing Bobby, and moved
his hand down. He'd seen Bobby walk around naked in their room while he ate
during those moments between long sleeps, so he knew what he was looking
for. While his hand ran through Bobby's dark pubes, he felt his hand
suddenly run into Bobby's cock which was hard and trying to free its self
from his boxers. He put his hand around it, and Bobby groaned loudly into
his mouth. His dick was as hard as iron, and it rose up and down rapidly as
if it wanted to explode right at that moment. He could feel the blood
rushing through it, could feel it filled to its maximum. The guy was so
horny, it was difficult for Kevin not to laugh. He felt sweat run down his
back, and it felt amazing that he could have such an effect on Bobby. He
was hard too, but that was besides the point.

He started to rub up and down Bobby's shaft, and started to jerk him
off. Bobby broke the kiss. "Oh fuck, Kevin," he said breathlessly into
Kevin's ear, all the while gripping Kevin's head as if he couldn't wait to
pull him back into his mouth, which he did moments later. Kevin slid his
hand up and down Bobby's cut cock, which felt like it could measure about
7" if his estimations were accurate, pretty similar to his own.  Bobby
groaned continuously, and his hot breath entered Kevin's mouth, filled with
lust and dripping with passion. Their tongues wrestled furiously. Bobby
started to buck his hips slightly, and the pitch of his groans increased as
he moved closer to the edge. It wouldn't be long now. With one last stroke,
he ran his tongue along Bobby's and bit at his lower lip.

"Kevin!" Bobby shouted out, and Kevin felt him shoot. He continued stroking
him as he felt Bobby empty himself for all he was worth. He felt Bobby
shoot all over his boxers, all over his hand, even onto his abs. The guy's
eyes were closed, his breathing furious and strained as he gasped at his
intense orgasm. Kevin watched him with fascination as he came, completely
aroused by the sight of Bobby's face which looked desperate and almost in
pain. Eventually Bobby stopped shooting, but his cock remained hard and
responded with short shudders as Kevin continued to jerk it slowly. He
kissed Bobby softly on his lips.

"That was so hot, Kevin," Bobby said breathily, and he sounded like he'd
just run a marathon. He smiled weakly at Bobby but didn't reply, still
caught up with the sight of his perfect face, and still remembering how
mind-blowing it had been to see Bobby's face while he came.

Suddenly Bobby flipped over and pinned him to the bed, his hands holding
Kevin's apart. He had a dangerous smile on his face, and his breathing was
starting to normalize.

"Now, you're going to pay," Bobby said, and his eyes were filled with
mischief, with a smile that would give an imp pause. He frowned at him in
confusion.

Bobby lunged down with his head and started kissing Kevin's chest
furiously. His tongue passed over his nipples causing him to groan. Bobby
wasn't as patient as him though - moments later he was licking his abs, and
before he knew it his own boxers were gone - thrown somewhere into the
distance of the room. Kevin felt Bobby toying with his cock, which had long
since been hard and aching to shoot.

"You have a great cock," Bobby said, and his voice was filled with lust.

Kevin laughed a little at the comment. He raised his head to say something
when suddenly the greatest fucking feeling in the world flooded him. It was
like all his buttons had been pressed at the same time. He threw his head
back and groaned loudly. He felt like shouting. He slowly raised his head,
and couldn't see above his heaving chest. He propped himself onto his
elbows and looked down. Bobby was sucking him off, his mouth moving up and
down his shaft. It was difficult to explain the feeling - he closed his
eyes, but he wanted to laugh, to shout, to cry out. It was too much, and
Bobby made it worse by looking like he wouldn't be happy doing anything
else in the world.

"Bobby, I'm close..." he said with broken speech. He could feel the build
up in his pelvis, the imminent explosion building. If Bobby went down on
his shaft just one more time, he'd erupt like a volcano.

Bobby ignored him and went down on him on last time, taking his whole
length and burying his nose in his dark pubes. "Oh shit, Bobby... I'm going
to shoot..." he said, and it was a miracle he could say anything at all. He
thought he was dying. His whole pelvis contracted, and he felt like all the
orgasms he'd ever had, had returned to combine into a single
ejaculation. He cried out, and shouted in pleasure as his head fell back
with closed eyes. He could feel himself shooting huge volumes, his whole
dick was contracting and pulses were running through his body like an
earthquake, and it went on an on. When he thought his body would give it a
rest, he would become aware of Bobby's moist mouth around his cock, and his
hips would buck involuntarily and shoot again. Eventually he collapsed
totally and fell back on his pillow, and groaned as he felt Bobby's mouth
slip off his dick. His head felt dizzy, and small black spots littered his
vision. Holy shit.

He felt Bobby crawl up to him and lie on his chest. His face was close to
him and a smile covered his face. "That was a huge load, Kev," he said.

"What did you expect? It had to match the fucking amazing blowjob," he
replied, but each word was difficult to form.

Bobby laughed. "It was the first of many. I hope you know you're not going
anywhere today. Maybe to eat. Maybe. Apart from that, you're staying in
this room all day so that I can do you over and over again. I waited weeks
to get my hands on you, and now that we're alone - you're going to wish you
hadn't rescued me."

Kevin laughed, and Bobby smiled boyishly and moved forward and kissed
him. He could taste his cum in Bobby's mouth, and Bobby smiled at him when
he identified the taste. "Shit, I can't wait to see what else you can do,"
he told Bobby honestly.  Spending a whole day in one room having his way
with Bobby would be close to the ultimate dream come true for him. He'd
unloaded his whole Bobby with that first load, true, but he'd better find
some more where that came from. He couldn't claim to be the most powerful
mutant in the world if he couldn't shoot more than once a day.  Not a very
apt parallel, but he was looking for motivation, not logic.

"Shit, look at the walls," Bobby said with awe.

Kevin turned to look and used his powers to illuminate the room a little
more. The walls were almost torn to pieces, as if a giant trident had
ripped into them and dragged along, tearing wide crevices into the
steel. Each crevice was filled with ice. It was deranged, but oddly
decorative and neat.

"What the hell caused that, Kevin?" he asked with curious amusement.

"Two fucking good orgasms," he said with a smile, and hugged Bobby
tightly. "I think our next goal should be to tear the whole place down next
time we shoot."

Bobby laughed. "If we weren't mutants, I'd expect our screams to do that
alone. I haven't shot like that in years."

"I don't think I've ever shot like that."

"My dick is still protesting," Bobby said, but he ground his pelvis into
Kevin's and proved he was as hard as ever. Fucking liar.

"Then maybe we should give it a rest," he replied to Bobby. Not like he
wanted to, but he felt like prodding the situation.

"Don't even think about it," Bobby said with an amused but serious glare on
his face.  "You're going to feel this at least another ten times today, or
more. We both are.  You're going to regret ever meeting me."

"I'll never regret that," he said kissing Bobby softly on the lips.

"We'll see about that. Give me 'til dusk. There are places I want to touch
you which only my mind has ever been privileged enough to visit. Let's see
if the little level four can bring the big level five to his knees."

Kevin laughed loudly. They both did. He laughed, but he felt
apprehension. Bobby was serious. Oh shit ... he was going to enjoy this day
too much. He suddenly regretted initiating the first move with Bobby. He'd
unlocked a sex fiend. He smiled to himself, and couldn't wait to see what
Bobby was going to do to him.

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Callisto walked along the passages of Erik's underground lair. She was
furious. The fool man hadn't heeded her warnings, yet he expected
miracles. Sometimes she thought he was insane, but she would never dare
accuse him of it. These passages were morbid and tiresome, but they were a
temporary reprieve until she could get her revenge on Storm for what she
had done to her on Alcatraz Island. She approached Erik's private rooms,
which occupied more than half of the area, and entered softly.  He was
pacing around furiously, and metallic objects were following him, sometimes
split into pieces - sometimes melting and merging into other objects. He
was a master at his art, but he was making her life difficult.

"Magneto," she said angrily, but she still moderated her tone while
speaking to him.  He didn't suffer fools lightly.

"What do you want?" he said rudely.

"I want to know how I am supposed to find Kronos when you are using enough
magnetism to blind my vision almost completely." It was true. He had told
her a week ago to locate Kronos as soon as he'd stumbled into her
rooms. Kronos had actually managed to cut his powers off for over an hour,
something which she thought was impossible. To say that Magneto was furious
was an understatement. He'd told her to locate Kevin, which she'd done
instantly. He was outside their lair, but suddenly he'd jumped hundreds of
miles to the X-mansion - how she couldn't say. He'd remained there for
little over an hour, before vanishing completely. It had been over a week
and there was no sign of him, and she'd scanned the whole world several
times. She couldn't find him anymore than she could find Iceman or
Pyro. She'd rather liked Pyro - he was attractive and vicious, and cruel
like she was. It was a great pity that Magneto was now going to destroy him
for his treachery. Ever since she'd told Magneto that she couldn't find
Kronos or Pyro, he'd been in a rage. He'd regularly toss metallic objects
around or terrorise aspects of his private rooms. Yet, ever since that day,
he'd been using magnetism on an enormous scale. She'd only felt him use
that level of power once before - when he'd lifted the Golden Gate Bridge a
year ago.  Yet deep in the earth, in this secret place, he was using all of
his strength to do something. It made it impossible for her to search for
Kevin accurately. It was like asking her to search for a star in the night
sky, but the sun was glowing right next to her.

The anger left Magneto's face. "I do apologise my dear, but what I have
done is necessary to destroy Kronos and his treacherous allies."

"So you mean to destroy him now?" she replied.

"Indeed," he said, and he bared his teeth and formed a fist. The man would
never forgive Kronos for facing him - he didn't know how to forgive
anything. Kevin was a decent guy, a real winner in most departments, and
definitely not Brotherhood material. He doubted Magneto could just walk up
to him and kill him, and it would require careful planning. It was a pity -
Kevin hadn't truly done anything wrong, yet his life was about to be cut
short. Perhaps it was for the best - he was too dangerous to be left
alive. He could wipe out the Brotherhood in a single day if the idea came
into his head.

"Forgive me, Magneto, but are you... strong enough to face him? Jean Gray
annihilated anyone who even looked at her strangely, and I think she was
more forgiving than him."

He glared at her for a long moment, and she shuffled her feet. It wasn't
the wisest comment to make to this man, but if she was going to get tied up
in the plot, she needed to know what her chances were.

"Look at this," Magneto said after a while, and he pointed his hand at a
wall panel which separated from its mountings with ease, revealing a
silvery suit of armour. The armour flew to Magneto and covered him from
head to toe. He was covered in the brilliantly silver plate armour, and a
blue visor covered his eyes. He spoke and his voice assumed a metallic
chime.

"Now you know what I've been working on," he said, and she could hear the
smile in his voice.

"Kronos will disintegrate it," she said simply. This was unimpressive.

"Will he?" Magneto said. "This is adamantium. Not even the Phoenix could
destroy adamantium, and it took an immense amount of my strength to
manipulate it into plate armour. I even made it more dense than regular
adamantium. It is indestructible, and the helmet is impervious to psychic
attacks. With this I can get close enough to the lout, to break his
body. He may be as powerful as any Greek god, but he is still a man, and he
bleeds like all men bleed when they are harmed."

"But I can't find him," she said.

"In time he will make a mistake and we will know where to find him," he
said.

"Are you just going to walk into his location and battle him? Surely you
wouldn't take that chance?"

He laughed, and his robotic resonance was eerie. "Kronos is very powerful,
but he is a slave to his heart and his emotions. We just need to press on
that aspect of his personality, and he will come to us."

"How?" she said.

"Not everyone around him is as powerful as he is," he said, and he started
laughing uncontrollably. She shivered, and was suddenly glad that she
wasn't Kevin.

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Bobby walked into the training room. Kevin had done a good job creating a
practice room where they could freely experiment with and hone their
powers. It was early evening, and he was tired. He'd just finished eating
dinner, which had thankfully replenished his hugely depleted energy
stores. He would have skipped his training session, except that Pyro would
be waiting for him. He was wearing some tracksuit pants, and no shirt. It
was hot, and after spending hours having hot sex with Kevin, he was much
too preoccupied to think about wearing a shirt - and screw John if he
didn't like it. After practicing alone for two days, he and Pyro had felt
bored and unfulfilled during practice sessions, so John had asked him if
they could practice against one another. He was hesitant, especially since
their last 'practice session' a year ago had practically been a duel to the
death. John had spent several hours trying to convince him that although
they should battle as if their lives depended on it, they would stop long
before they got hurt. In his experience, a promise from John meant very
little, but he was bored too and couldn't deny that he needed someone
experienced to practice against. If Magneto ever did appear, he didn't want
to feel untrained while he tried to help or defend Kevin.

John was waiting in the training room, leaning against a table. His face
was in a grimace, and he looked angry. Angrier than usual.

"You're late," he said impatiently, when he saw him walk in. He was dressed
in black jeans, with a tight white vest. He stood up and started walking to
the other side of the huge hall with all its intricate obstacles.

"Sorry," he said dismissively, but John snorted and continued walking to
the other side of the room.

He stood facing John, who watched him impassively in the distance. For a
moment there was silence. He didn't feel like training, he was exhausted -
but he had to force himself, and besides, he didn't feel like looking weak
in front of John of all people.  John suddenly raced towards him, and he
followed shortly after. A huge fireball shot from John's hand in Bobby's
direction. It wouldn't have hit him... direct attacks were against the
rules. Bobby shot a ray of ice at the fireball which vaporised into a hot
cloud of steam. With his other hand, he froze the ground beneath Pyro's
feet causing him to slide uncontrollably along the ground. At the same time
a rogue fireball shot over Bobby, causing him to duck, or risk losing his
head. Bobby looked up and didn't even have time to gasp as John hurtled
into him, still sliding aimlessly on the carpet of ice he'd created. They
crashed into one another with an anguished grunt and slid along the floor
until they came to a halt, lying next to one another a few feet apart.

"You nearly burned my head off, asshole," Bobby said to John, while trying
to catch his breath.

"If your mind wasn't so focussed on fucking your boyfriend, maybe you'd
have noticed that it was a mistake," John shouted back.

Bobby's mouth fell open in shock, but suddenly he felt angry. Two could
play this game. "That's right. Training does seem a little less important
when I'm thinking about doing Kevin tonight. Again!"

Shock painted John's face, but he recovered quickly and snarled. "You
motherfucker," he said, and lunged at Bobby with his fists.

Bobby grabbed his hands and they grappled on the floor, struggling to
overwhelm one another. This finally told him exactly what he'd
suspected. John liked Kevin. He could have sworn that they guy was
straight, but on the day of the rescue he'd seen how John had changed when
Kevin had supported him. He'd become affectionate, and made as if he was
injured just so that he could remain in contact with him.

John knocked Bobby's hands away. His face was red with anger, and his eyes
were filled with hatred. His hands clasped around Bobby's neck and he
started to throttle him. Bobby knocked him over and stood up, seething with
anger and contempt.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" he shouted to John, but John didn't
respond. He stood opposite him with his eyes boring holes in his head. A
fireball suddenly appeared in his hand, and a cruel smile appeared on his
lips. This fight was getting out of hand.

The fireball streaked from John's hand, and he deflected it with a shield
of ice. He ran towards John who was already forming another ball of
fire. The fireball rushed towards him, but he was almost upon John. He
deflected it again, but the fireball deflected into the floor and exploded
sending them both flying twenty feet and smashing into the opposite
wall. They slid down and sat there breathless and in pain.  He quickly
scanned himself, and couldn't see any serious injuries. He looked to his
side, half-expecting to see John dead, half-expecting another attack. John
sat there with a blank look on his face, staring forward vacantly as if he
could see something beyond the floor. He looked paralysed with shock.

"John... are you okay?" Bobby said softly.

John didn't respond, and continued looking forward. He looked like a
statue. A single tear fell from his eye and down his blank face. Bobby
rushed over to him and hugged him. "John... are you okay? What is wrong?"
he repeated. He had never seen John cry, or show any negative emotion. He
hoped he wasn't seriously hurt.

John just leaned his head forward and wept softly on Bobby's
shoulder. There was no hysteria, or mass outpouring of emotion - just a
quiet moment where he could hear John's soft sniffs and ragged
breathing. Bobby just hugged him, but couldn't imagine what was going on in
his mind. After a while John quietened, but his embrace tightened. John
didn't ease up until at least twenty minutes had passed.

"I've wanted to do that for years," John muttered into Bobby's shoulder,
and he couldn't help but frown. What was he talking about? He gently lifted
John from his embrace and looked at him the eyes. John's eyes were red, and
he struggled to look at Bobby.

"John - you need to come clean with me. What is going on with you?" He said
it gently, and he really wanted to know.

John looked at the ground. "Bobby ... I'm gay, but I guess you already
figured that out." Bobby nodded silently, and his eyes told Pyro to
continue.

John sighed. "I loved you for a very long time, but I was afraid to accept
my feelings - so I went to the other extreme. I regret it. I'm so sorry,
Bobby, just like I can't even begin to apologise for trying to hurt you
earlier."

"John, it's okay..."

"No it's not," he interrupted. "I like Kevin. He's amazing, but I see now
that you love him more than I do, and he loves you completely. It's just
that... I'm tired of being alone." His face was so sad. He had a world of
unhappiness riding on his shoulders.

Bobby hugged John, and stroked the back of his head. "One day you'll find
someone, John. You're a great guy and you can have everything you want from
life. And you're not alone. I'm here for you, and so is Kevin."

John embraced him tightly, and they stood there for a long time, until he
was convinced John was asleep on his shoulder. He helped him back to his
room and tucked him into his bed. Shaking his head sadly he walked back to
his room and his mind was racing with his concern for John. He walked into
his room. Moments later he felt two arms wrap around him and hug him
tightly.

"I missed you," Kevin whispered into his ear, and licked his earlobe.

Bobby leaned back into the embrace and sighed. "I'm so lucky to have you,"
he said to Kevin. Kevin hugged him tightly, but probably didn't realise in
what context he was expressing himself. Poor John. He would be as good a
friend to him, as he was a lover to Kevin. The guy had never known true
companionship, and he was begging for it.

"I want you," Kevin said into his ear, and he smiled. It was good to feel
safe, to return to a place where all his problems could disappear. He
turned around and kissed Kevin, and all his problems disappeared. For the
moment.

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End of Chapter 7

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