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Blood, Torment and Illumination	By : MyraThorne Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Victor was getting antsy. In less than twelve hours, they would be on their way to rescue Jimmy. He had been lying in his bed for nearly an hour now trying to get some sleep with poor results. Victor hoped that this “Moonlight” girl and her sisters would be as useful as Fury seemed to believe they were.
Frowning, Victor sniffed the air. The scent of Jasmine tripped delicately through the air. The door to his room cautiously opened, a Hindu woman with the most beautiful eyes Victor had ever seen peeked around the door.
“Hello, Victor,” she smiled gently at him. “I am Maya, one of Moonlight’s sisters. Do you have a moment to talk?”
Victor propped himself up on his elbows. He had never been a religious man by any means, but he felt truly awed by this woman. “Um, yeah, sure, come on,” he invited, words becoming difficult to find.
Maya didn’t walk so much as glide across his room, shutting the door behind her. She regarded Victor warmly, her fathomless eyes measuring him slowly. “I see why she loves you and your brother so much, even if she doesn’t see it that way,” she murmured, hands folded in her lap.
“Who?” Victor mumbled.
“My baby sister, Moonlight,” Maya clarified. “She is deeply enamored of you both. Especially of James, but she is not in love with him in a sexual way. Her love for him is… difficult to explain. She loves what he will be for her, and what you will be as well I suspect.”
Victor shook his head as if trying to clear it. “Man, doesn’t anybody speak clearly anymore?”
Maya threw back her head and laughed. “You will understand soon enough. But for now, I have come to make you a deal, Victor. After all is said and done, I am going to need to ask you a very big favor. If you say yes, I will help heal your brother’s mind.”
“I’ll do it!” Victor barked.
Maya raised a hand. “Do not be so hasty to agree just yet, Victor,” she admonished. “Moonlight is the manipulator. All of her long life, just as the rest of the Sisterhood has, she has worked towards the goal of finally defeating En Sabah Nur.” Maya’s face dropped sadness evident in her eyes. “I fear that her work has begun to consume her. She has forgotten what it means to be alive. I will need both you and James to remind her why she is doing what she does. And I promise you it will be no easy task. You may give me your answer when I come to you again.”
Victor sighed. “I don’t suppose you can help me get to sleep,” he grumbled.
With a wicked grin, Maya slid forward so that her body was flush with Victor’s. “The mind is my specialty,” Maya purred. “Especially in the realm of dreams. And I think you deserve a very nice dream for what you are doing for the Sisterhood, Victor.”
Before Victor could respond, he felt his eyes instantly drooping closed.
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Victor is dreaming. He knows this, but he does not try to force himself back into wakefulness.
It is summertime.
Victor looks over his shoulder on the bed to see that he has left the window open. The smell of pine lingers in the air. The moon is full.
He blinks and Jimmy is sitting in the window, staring at the moon. Jimmy is wearing his fatigues, the green t-shirt clinging to his chest beautifully. Victor watches in rapt fascination as a single drop of sweat clings to Jimmy’s jaw for a moment before lazily dripping down his neck.
“Victor,” Jimmy murmurs, legs unfolding as he gets up out of the window and prowls over to Victor on the bed. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Victor can’t move. He can only watch as Jimmy pulls the t-shirt up his chest and over his head. Victor is mesmerized by the ripple of Jimmy’s muscles.
“Do you want me, Victor?” Jimmy purrs, as he straddles Victor and rubs his hands over his brother’s body. Victor idly wonders for a moment when he got naked. Not that he’s complaining, mind you.
“More than anything in the world, Jimmy,” Victor moans breathily, wishing desperately he could move.
Jimmy sighs, dipping his head to swirl his tongue in Victor’s belly button before kissing his way up Victor’s chest. He rubs his hands over Victor’s shoulder, before gripping them strongly. “Do you love me, Victor?” Jimmy asks before attacking Victor’s throat with sucks and gentle bites.
“God, Jimmy,” Victor groans. There is something about being completely at Jimmy’s mercy that makes Victor fear that he will come right now. “So much,” he babbles. “Love you so much.”
Jimmy responds by bucking his hips against Victor’s. “Show me, Victor,” he hisses, quickly shucking his pants. “Show me how much you love me.”
Victor can move again. He rolls the two of them over, so that Jimmy is lying underneath him. Victor pauses to gently stroke the side of his brother’s jaw, throat, chest, anything he can reach. “I’ve been waiting so long to show you,” Victor groans, dipping his head to kiss Jimmy, gentle and harsh at the same time. Their mouths try to devour each other, tongues battling one another.
Two pairs of hands roam and caress the other, touching intimate places they have grown to know so well. Victor doesn’t want this to ever end. He wants his real brother back so desperately.
“Inside me, Victor,” Jimmy begs. “I need you… god, Victor, need you now.”
Victor reaches down and can feel that his brother is all ready prepared for him. With an appreciative moan, Victor pushes inside Jimmy.
“Just like I remember,” Victor mumbles, quickly falling into a familiar rhythm. He thrusts, trying to bury himself in Jimmy. Jimmy is gasping, clinging to Victor and wrapping himself tightly around his brother. “So perfect, Jimmy,” Victor whispers into his ear as he takes Jimmy in hand, massaging Jimmy’s cock in time to his thrusts.
“Yes, Victor,” Jimmy prays. “Yes, like that. So good.” Jimmy throws back his head and cries out. The tight clench of his brother brings Victor over the edge as well.
“I will never hurt you again, Jimmy,” Victor promises.
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Moonlight was watching James thoughtfully with his head cradled in her lap. The smell of Jasmine in the air told the three sisters in the room that Maya was at work. Mathildur chuckled, twisting a lock of Moonlight’s hair around her thick fingers.
Casting a sly glance at the newest arrival to the ever growing Sisterhood, Mathildur grinned at a young black woman who had once been her twin sister in a past life. “Hey, Magnhildur, how do you think it’s been since our dear baby sister has gotten laid?” she chortled.
Magnhildur, who had been busying herself with looking over the plans for the Alkali Lake Facility, snorted. “I don’t even think Moonlight remembers what sex is at this point,” she replied.
Moonlight stuck her tongue out at her two sisters. “Just because I don’t try to fuck everything that walks doesn’t mean I don’t get some every now and again,” she retorted.
“When is the last time you got laid, Moonlight?” Mathildur asked, starting to braid the strand of Moonlight’s hair.
“Depends, what year is it?” the youngest sister grumbled.
“By Odin… what is wrong with you, little sister?” Magnhildur snapped. “I order you to go get laid right this minute, young lady. Mathildur and I can keep the little insane one away from your charge.” She leered at Mathildur. “In fact, I’m sure Mathildur could think of some very provocative ways of keeping Mr. Wilson occupied.”
Moonlight shuddered at thought of her overly masculine sister with Wade. There was something about trying to picture Fred and Wade that just didn’t set right with Moonlight.
“And Maya is working at taking care of James’s mind, so there really isn’t much for you to do right now anyway,” Mathildur pointed out. “That little boy from the Celtic Isles seemed interested in Cassandra. Why don’t you go take advantage of that?”
Moonlight grumbled as she got up. She knew that her two sisters would only bully her until she did what they wanted. And Bradley was attractive enough. “Fine, just make sure to keep Wade away from James and don’t let anyone find out who you really are,” Moonlight conceded.
She walked out of the bedroom and went out in pursuit of Bradley. Moonlight hadn’t been kidding when she hinted to her sisters that it had been years. The truth was it had been almost a century. She hoped she remembered how this whole thing goes.
As Moonlight walked into the common area to find Bradley sitting alone watching the television, she groaned inwardly. She was going to have to trust Cassandra knew what she was doing. These modern men confused Moonlight so.
“What are you watching, Chris?” Cassandra/Moonlight asked as she sat next to him.
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Daken was truly hating being at the Institute. He was horny as hell. But that Xavier had basically made it pretty clear what would happen to him if he even thought about trying to pheromone anyone in the school into having sex with him.
“Stupid Moonlight,” Daken grumbled, punching his pillow into a more comfortable shape. At least Romulus never complained about his sexual practices.
Daken realized that he couldn’t even remember having to get himself off. He understood the basic principle. But even since puberty hit, he had always been able to find someone or encourage someone to meet his needs.
Daken looked down at his lap. “Well, how hard can it be?” he grumbled. “Millions of people do it every day.”
Reaching into his pants, Daken tried simply stroking himself. While this did serve to get him to full hardness, he was finding it difficult to get off.
Have I ever had to fantasize before? Daken realized in mild disbelief.
Biting his lip, Daken let his mind wander. After all, there was no harm in fantasizing.
Daken saw his father in front of him, kissing him on the mouth while he took his son in one fist. James roughly grabbed Daken by his hair, forcing his head to the side to expose his throat. “Yer mine, boy,” James snarled before biting deep into the bare flesh.
Daken tasted blood, realizing he had just bitten his lip a little too hard.
James forced Daken to his knees. “Show me what a good boy you can be,” James growled, opening his pants.
Daken eagerly took his father into his mouth, suckling for all he was worth. His head bobbed as he swirled his tongue. He knew what his father really needed. James tugged forcefully on his hair, nearly ripping it out in a few places. “On the bed, boy,” James ordered, slapping Daken across the face.
Daken rushed to meet his father’s demands. He barely had time to spread his thighs before his father had him on his back and was forcing his cock into his son’s ass. “Is this what you want, Daken?” he snarled in Daken’s face, thrusting wildly. “Huh, you want your Daddy to fuck you? No, that’s not what you really want.” James stopped fucking him. “You know what you really want,” he hissed.
With an excited cry, Daken flipped his father over and eager slid his cock into James. “I’m what you need,” he groaned, riding his father. “Tell me I’m what you need.”
James dug his fingers into Daken’s back. “You know what I need,” he moaned.
Daken was surprised when he suddenly came in his own hand. He panted for a moment, curled up on his side, before looking down at his hand in disgust. “Gross,” he muttered before staggering over to the bathroom to take a shower.
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Wade was about ready to fuck Stryker at this point. Moonlight and Mathildur, along with the arrival of Mathildur’s “twin” Magnhildur, were not letting him anywhere near James. “He belongs with Victor,” Wade grumbled in a decent imitation of Moonlight. “He needs to get all of those drugs out of his system.”
And that little bitch had the audacity to go off and have sex with Bradley. How the hell was that fair? She gets to get laid, and he has to go without? Still, watching them from the doorway had been fun. Who knew Bradley was that nimble? Hell, who knew he was that eager to fuck? Maybe that was his problem: severe lack of sex.
After quickly jerking off, Wade had decided to go tease North, only to find that even David had brought back someone for the night.
Sitting on his bed, which was now James-free as Mathildur had moved James to the Hines Quarters, Wade tried to burn a hole in his door by glaring at it. “Everyone is getting laid but me,” Wade said.
Well, not everyone. Fred isn’t getting any right now. Though I’m sure Mathildur would be more than glad to-
“Do not even think about finishing that sentence, little yellow box,” Wade snapped. He rested his chin on his folded hands. “This had better all be worth it.”
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