Title: It was a dark and stormy night
Author: RabidX (rabid_x@yahoo.com)
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It was a dark and stormy night 2
By RabidX
Do you mean this horny creep
set upon weary feet
who looks in need of sleep
that doesn't come
this twisted, tortured mess
this bed of sinfulness
who's longing for some rest
and feelin numb
What do you expect of me
what is it you want
whatever you've planned for me
I'm not the one*
Morning Glory Interlude
Jono rolled over and hit something warm and not quite soft. It stirred and snuggled closer. He wrapped an arm around it and felt something tickle his face. His eyes flew open. He was spooned against Remy's back, his face buried in the crook of Remy's neck. Pressed barnacle tight against a Divine Body. He lay there, unable to believe he was *here*, right here in bed with one of the most gorgeous men he had ever seen. And that same man had made love, well o.k., fucked him last night. Jono listened to the sound of wind and rain still howling outside. Miserable day out there, wonderful, unbelievable one in here. He pressed closer and nuzzled the back of the long, graceful neck in front of him. Safe as houses. Warm as toast. Snug as a bug in a rug. He chuckled to himself.
<Wot a great git you are, Starsmore!>
"Hrmmmm." replied the Divine Body in front of him.
Jono nuzzled his nose against an ear. Remy murmured sleepily and pressed back, his rear firmly against Jono's crotch. Jono gasped slightly and moved his hips slowly. It felt so good, so warm, he didn't want Remy to pull away. Jono's happy morning hard-on slid between the cheeks of Remy's ass. As he rubbed himself there, he ran a hand down the flat plane of Remy's stomach and slowly wrapped it around Remy's own happy morning hard-on. His fingers teased and stroked it until it was weeping and throbbing.
Remy gasped and his eyes flew open. Jono's wonderful hand was stroking him, his erection riding his ass. He moaned and pushed back, up and down, and was rewarded with a shuddering sigh. He ground down harder and the hand on his cock pumped a bit faster in return.
"Mmmmornin' cher. Oh yeah... just... der. Oooohhhhh."
Jono slid his other arm under and around Remy's chest. Grabbing his hand, Remy brought it to his lips and sucked on the long fingers. It was Jono's turn to gasp. Remy's tongue licked and swirled, teeth nipped and bit his fingers. He was going to cum, he knew it, but he wanted Remy to as well. He stroked Remy with long, hard, tight strokes, making Remy moan around his fingers.
~Tha's it Remy. Want yer t'cum fer me.~
"Oh Jono, I wan' to!" Remy gasped out as Jono's cock slid down and pressed behind his balls.
Remy shifted and Jono's pre-cum slicked, wet, hot and throbbing cock slid partways into him. He froze for a second, shocked and even more excited, before pushing himself back, taking Jono in deeper. This was something he hadn't done in a long, *long* time, but, oh, it felt so good!
Jono's mind reeled. He was in Remy! Hot and nearly impossibly tight around his cock. And Remy was trying to press farther back, gasping, grasping, fucking himself on Jono. He whined and bucked forward.
"Ouiai, Jono!" Remy panted.
Jono knew he was losing control. He fisted Remy's straining cock as he pumped in and out. Remy was biting his wrist, calling his name, cumming all over his hand. And it hit him, hard and fast. Remy's orgasm, slamming into his mind. He cried out, inarticulate, as he came, wave after wave, not knowing where he began and where Remy did.
Moments later, Remy turned over. Jono was staring at him, eyes glazed. He snuggled close, wrapping his arms tight around Jono. He kissed Jono's cheeks, eyelids, forehead, until his eyes cleared.
"Welcome back, cher." He whispered.
~Christ Remy! Wot was that?~ Jono asked, awed.
"A bit of m' power. Can make you feel de t'ings I am, can feel de t'ings you can." Remy replied, stroking Jono's cheek. "Been gettin' stronger. Used to only be able t'make people feel what I wanted dem t' feel."
Jono nodded slowly. Empathic abilities was one of the things Emma had made them study. Suddenly, it dawned on him. He had fucked Remy! Remy let him! And judging by the smile on Remy's face, he was glad Jono had done it. He buried his face in Remy's chest.
~Thank you Remy.~
Remy hugged him tight. " Non, t'ank you petit. Wonderful way t'wake up in de morning."
~Does this mean we gotta get outter bed?~
Remy's laugh sounded like gold shines. "Non! Not at all!"
Some Time Later.....
~Still rainin'.~
"Ouiai. Weatherman said it was gonna do dis for days. Flood warnin's an' all."
~Ever flood here?~
"Jus' some of de places aroun' de lake. Mos' de house an' land is high 'nuff."
~Mm.~
"T'ink I migh' need t'check de back-up generators soon. Get some of de electricity back on."
~Good idea.~
"Mm."
~Shower?~
"In de dark? Why not. I can see some."
~Yeah, noticed yer eyes glow sorta. An' there's some light. Gloomy, but light.~
"Gotta piss too."
~Even more reason to get up.~
Remy lead Jono to the bathroom. After a soul cleansing piss, he started the shower.
"You need t'toilet?" He asked Jono before they climbed in.
~No. 's funny, I don't eat or drink, but every now a then, I gotta go. Guess I held it too much as a kid.~
Remy laughed. He kissed the top of Jono's head and pulled him into the shower. Jono stood and let Remy soap and shampoo him. It felt like heaven. He did his best to return the favor, feeling around in the dark. Remy giggled and squirmed, making his job more difficult, but fun. They got out and toweled dry.
Jono made his way back to his room to dress. In the dim, gray light coming through his window, he pulled out some clothes. There was no need to worry about matching them, all being black. He was pulling on his boot when he saw Remy's silhouette in the doorway. "You ready?" Remy asked, moving over to the bed.
~Yeah. Can we find a flashlight? Don't wanna run ye over.~ Jono said, standing.
Remy took his hand and pulled him close. "Bu' I like you runnin' me over."
Jono blushed. Remy kissed his nose and lead him out the door. They made their way downstairs and to the kitchen. Remy rummaged in a drawer and pulled out a flashlight.
"Dis whole place is a high-tech marvel an' we have one flashlight!" he grumbled.
Cautiously, Remy lead Jono down to the lower levels of the mansion. They passed by the Danger Room, the Med Lab and several other unidentified rooms before turning down a short and dusty corridor. The generator room. Remy had Jono hold the flashlight for him while he cursed, fretted and grumbled trying to get the generator working.
~Er, Remy, just curious, but why don't this place have one that just comes on-line? I mean, it's the bloody X-Mansion.~ Jono asked after listening to Remy for 15 minutes.
Remy rocked back on his heels. "Mos' all our stuff got taken or destroyed. We down to th' basics now. No mo' instant lights or fancy healing beds. Seems like we jus' constantly rebuilding 'round here."
He fiddled around some more. "Now, mos' impo'tant stuff be on back-up. De computers an' Cerebro an' stuff like dat. Henri's fridges in de Med Lab, Logan's beer fridge, y'know, de essentials. AH! Der!"
Dim emergency lights came on, bathing the room in a reddish glow. Remy stood and smiled at Jono. Jono snickered at the smear of oil on Remy's forehead. Remy, in a fit of 4 years old, stuck his tongue out as he rubbed it off.
"Well, we may not have de television, but I'm sure we can figure out somet'ing to keep ourselves occupied until de electricity come on, eh?" Remy said with a wink.
Jono blushed. As he followed Remy back upstairs and to the kitchen, he wondered at his sudden turn of fate. The last thing he ever expected, when he made his mind up to come here, was to find himself in bed with Remy LeBeau. Well *anyone* for that matter, but Remy never even crossed his mind. Well, except for the occasional naughty dream after seeing him for the first time, nearly a year ago.
He watched Remy fix himself an elaborate pasta dish. Remy chattered away while he cooked. That Cajun accent, peppered with patois, rumbling chuckles, honey smooth phrases, filled the kitchen. Jono still felt the safe, warm feeling of earlier, just listening to him talk.
"'m sorry you can' eat cher." Remy said, pouring the water off the noodles.
Jono shrugged. ~Eh, it's about the one thin' I'm used to. Never ate much anyway.~
"Well don' t'ink you gotta sit an' keep me company. Gotta be boring f' you to watch someone eat." Remy said.
Jono's eyes crinkled. ~It's o.k. I don't mind a bit.~
<As long as you keep talking to me, keep looking at me the way you do.> He thought but couldn't say aloud. <Christ, Jono, 'ow did yer get yerself inta this?>
If he had a pulse, it would be racing. Would have been racing from the first smirky look Remy had given him when he stopped to pick him up. Surely, when Remy had asked him to stay the night with him, he would have had an aneurysm, blood pressure exploding his head right off. As it was, his mind was still firmly in the Land of Totally Boggled, riding the Big, Bright Boat of Happiness. He had hope the Rollercoaster of Emotion would stay shut for this carny season, but, as he listened to Remy talk, talk about some of the things he had done, people he met, just a nice, get-to-know-you conversation over dinner, Jono bought a ticket on the Rollercoaster.
What was this man doing with him? How could he, all full of world experiences and knowledge's, want to be around Jono? Why did he seem so excited to have Jono around?
<Easy,> said the Voice of Self-Loathing and Hate, <Yer here, mate. Yer the only body around this big ole place. If there was someone else here, he wouldn't give you the time of bloody day. He's l-o-n-l-y yer stupid twit. You'll do. For now.>
<But,> Jono tried to counter the Voice,<Wot he said last night...>
<He was afraid of being alone!> the Voice crowed.
And Jono started to listen to it. After all, being happy was the foreign emotion to him, dispare far more familiar. Even safer at that, no way to ever be disappointed.
Remy noticed Jono's somewhat glazed, hooded look. He had been holding his power back, not wanting to even slightly force this boy into anything. The orgasm thing had just slipped, reminding Remy to keep a tighter reign on it. Jono had been gazing at him, hanging on his every word. Now he sat, slightly slumped, in his chair.
<Yer prattlin' on, LeBeau. Fermez le bouche!>
"You feelin' alrigh' der?" Remy asked, quietly.
Jono shook himself. ~Yea'. Just tired still, I guess. Look, I'm gonna go lay down fer a bit.~
Remy nodded. "Good time t' get some res'. When ev'rybody gets back, t'ings probably gonna get all kinds of busy."
Jono wandered back to his room. He lay in his usual pose, face up, staring at the ceiling, hands behind head. After a few moments, he got up and broke out his guitar. Tuning, then playing, always calmed him. His hands roamed over the strings as he tried to piece his mind together.
<Well, one thing to remember, Jono, at least yer got *some* piece of mind. Never, ever thought you'd 'ave sommit like that 'appen to yer. Take it for what it was, mate, a good fuck.>
He sighed and played on.
Remy, meanwhile, was running a systems diagnosis on the computers. And cursing. Alot. He had a basic knowledge of computers, but this was really Kitty's thing. He just knew he needed to run one since the power shut down. He thumbed through the guide book Kitty had prepared for the rest of the X-Men.
"O.k lessee. 'Power Outage and Generator Back-Up. When the reports are all run, if the power is still off, turn off the auxiliary components. These can be re-booted when the main power returns. DO NOT power down any systems relating to security or communications.' Ok der chere, Remy can do dat."
He stared at the screen until it gave him the shut down prompt. With a brief prayer to the Goddess Luck, he powered down the auxiliaries. Nothing smoked or made frizzling noises. Good. He hoped. He flicked off the monitor and wandered back upstairs.
Soft sound of a guitar floated down through the empty mansion. Gloomy, but beautiful music matching the gloomy day. Respecting Jono's privacy, he went to his own room and sat in the window. Head against the cool pane of glass, he watched the rain cascade down. He wondered if Jono sang to himself while he played.
He wondered alot of things about Jono. Was that his first time with a man? What was he thinking about it? About Remy? How old was he? Remy never asked. He knew he was the oldest at the school, but 17? 18? 19? Was that his first time period? What was his favorite color? Black most likely. His favorite music? Something bluesy sounding was being played right now. Did he write it himself? Remy sighed. Lots of questions. More than he had asked himself about anyone. Even Rogue.
<An' you're too damned old t'be t'inkin' dis stuff . One night, LeBeau, dats it. Why you t'inkin' like dis?>
Because he was entranced, enticed, enthralled and a whole lot of other 'en' words. Jono reminded him of himself in so many ways. A loner who wanted to be around people sometimes. A confused person whose mutant powers set him even farther apart from others. A walking bundle of nerves. Too soon to call it love, but infatuation, yes.
But would Jono feel that as well?
<So go ask him. Talk to him. Feel him.> Mr. Rational Voice said, a voice, he admited, he rarely heard.
He got up and walked out and over to Jono's door. He rapped on it lightly, as though half hoping the guitar would drown out the sound. It didn't and he heard the sounds of Jono clumping across to open it. He smiled at Jono when he opened the door.
"Can I come in?" He asked, smiling his most beguiling smile.
Jono shuffled his feet. ~Erm, sure.~
Remy slid in and turned to Jono. Jono radiated nervousness. Remy sat on the edge of the bed, motioning Jono to come sit next to him.
"Don' look like you goin' to a funeral, eh? I jus' wanna talk n'est pas?"
~Wot about?~ Jono asked, sitting gingerly down.
Remy shrugged. "Dis an' dat. You let me run off at de mouth, bu' I neva let you talk."
Jono fidgeted. This was new. What did he want to talk about? He played with the edge of the covers. He stopped when Remy's hand closed on his.
"Hey der. I know somet'ing is botherin' you. Talk to ole Remy, eh?" Remy whispered.
Thunder pealed twice before Jono spoke. When he did, even though it was in Remy's mind, he had to strain to hear him.
~Dunno Remy. Jus' kinda wonderin' wot we're doing. I'm not, er, not usually th' kind to just jump in bed with someone. Last night was a bit unusual fer me. And I was kinda wonderin' where we stood.~
Remy nodded. "I can understan' dat. An' I wish I could say I ain't neva done dat either, but dat would be a lie. I can say I haven' done dat in a long time. Hell, I haven' been wit' anyone fer a long time."
He pulled out a beaten pack of smokes from his jeans pocket. "You mind?"
Jono waved a hand. ~Go on. I'd join yer but...~ He shrugged.
Remy lit one and exhaled the smoke in one long breath from his nostrils. Much better. "As fo' where we stand, I like you. I enjoyed last night an' dis mo'nin'. But if you regret it, den it won' happen again. I wanna get t' know you betta, but I don' want you t' feel like you haf t'do dat again."
Jono looked down at their hands. ~I don't regret it at all. And I'd like to...~ he blushed fiecely. ~do that again.~
Remy breathed out a sigh of relief and smoke. "I t'ink dat can be arranged."
~But Remy, I don't understand.~ Jono said, his voice full of confusion and a bit of pain, ~Why would yer want me at all? I'm not much t'look at, and you... you know so much...~
"Oh cher, I t'ink you're lots t' look at. An' most of what I know, well, I kinda wish I didn' know." He sighed, shoulders sagging.
Jono thought he looked so weary, so mentally exhausted, like he'd seen too much in his life. He squeezed Remy's hand and ran his thumb over his knuckles. Remy looked around for a place to ash, avoiding Jono's eyes. Jono got up and rummaged in his bag. He pulled out a small, plastic ashtray and handed it to Remy. ~Angelo smoked sometimes. I had to get an ashtray to keep him from ashin' all over the place.~ Jono said.
Remy stubbed out his cigarette and put the ashtray on the nightstand. He looked up at Jono, still standing in front of him. Jono's eyes crinkled a bit and he put his hands on Remy's shoulders. Overwhelmed by this small gesture of comfort, from someone who was just as confused and hurt, Remy wrapped his arms around Jono's waist and buried his head in his stomach. Jono held him close, stroking his hair.
~'ere now Remy, it's gonner be o.k. I'm just such a negative ass most of the time.~
Remy looked up at him, chin resting on his belly. "Well I guess dat makes two of us homme. Been a while since I been de happy go lucky type."
He pulled Jono down next to him on the bed. They sat, arms around each other, for a long moment. Remy reached up and cupped Jono's cheek, turning his face to his.
"So, you wanna try bein' wit' dis Cajun?" He asked.
Jono's eyes crinkled. ~Yea'. Still don't know why you'd wanna... ~
Remy stopped him with a finger where his mouth used to be. "You like me, non?" Jono nodded. "An' I like you. So, we know we're good in de sack, now we see how we do outta it."
Jono nodded his head in agreement. ~Jus' so yer know, I'm not easy t'live with.~
Remy laughed. "Neither am I cher."* "Barrel of a Gun" -Depeche Mode. Yup, they make me think of Jono too.