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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There are some nights were O’Donnell doesn’t mind working the Princess alone. These are nights were the bar only has her regulars, full of stories of better times.
This is not one of those nights.
Oh, it had started off well enough. He wasn’t even surprised when James called him to ask him to fill in for the night. It was a Thursday after all. O’Donnell wondered if James had realized yet that he always took Thursday nights off to be with his… er, partner?
Now, O’Donnell didn’t give a damn one way or the other how a man chose to live his life, or who he chose to live it with. Truth be told, he would pay damned good money to see someone actually comment poorly on the fact that James lived openly with Romulus.
It was Romulus himself that O’Donnell didn’t like. There was something about that man that just gave O’Donnell the creeps. It wasn’t that he was clearly old enough to be James’s father, or that he was clearly deeply involved in something far greater than the crime syndicates of Madripoor.
Romulus was never far from James’s side. It was almost as if he knew just when to appear. Especially when someone showed any kind of interest in James that was not business like in manner. There was a young lady last week who had come in with the Japanese “business men”, who had damn near humped James’s leg despite James trying to send all the subtle signs that he was clearly uninterested.
And just like O’Donnell knew he would, Romulus had appeared. O’Donnell had been positive that no one had been at the table a minute ago. But when he turned around, there was Romulus sitting there calmly drinking a glass of wine as if he had been there all night.
Romulus had calmly, elegantly gotten to his feet to glide across the floor. With two long nailed fingers, he led her away from James. James had made a strange sound in his throat, like a pleading growl. Romulus’s head had snapped around, teeth barred at James.
”Don’t,” James had murmured, trying to placate his lover. “She didn’t know what she was doing-“
For a second, O’Donnell had thought that Romulus was going to attack James. But Romulus’s face softened. He leaned in close to James and murmured something that only James could hear.
Two days later, the poor girl had committed suicide. At least that’s what the official report said. O’Donnell heard that she had may have been assisted in her suicide.
But James clearly loved Romulus, and would hear no ill spoken of him.
So O’Donnell kept his ill ease to himself.
And tonight O’Donnell wished that Romulus was not taking up so much of James’s night, because he could really use the extra help.
Two men had come into the Princess around nine, strutting like a pair of peacocks. They were loud, as only fools who had recently come into money could be. They marched right up to the bar to order drinks.
A bit of idle chit-chat and O’Donnell learned that they were twin brothers named Larry and Gar. They had seemed like run of the mill gents to O’Donnell, full of stories and eager to impress everyone.
Then they started that Ba’al shit.
”That’s right,” Larry (or had it been Gar?) had been saying, “once we get one more piece, we will be able to summon our own personal demon. His name’s Ba’al.”
O’Donnell had been ready to brush them off as a couple of loonies and had turned his attention to a couple of friends who had just walked in, when the twins began fighting each other. It didn’t take long to realize what the fight was about, as they were both scrabbling over some glittery rock, punching and biting at each other.
”Damned drunks,” O’Donnell had muttered before separating the twins. He had taken the rock away from them, putting it behind the bar. Almost instantly the twins had calmed down. O’Donnell convinced them to sleep it off in one of the rooms above the Princess.
A few hours later, O’Donnell had decided to close the bar down early. He was cleaning up when he heard the two brothers yelling at each other upstairs.
Grumbling, O’Donnell had thrown the rag across the bar. The voices got louder, and soon the sounds turned to ones of violence. O’Donnell ran up the stairs, deciding to put the twins in separate rooms.
Several gun shots rang out.
Twenty minutes later had what passed for police in Madripoor swarming over the Princess asking a great many questions about the two dead bodies.
Where was Romulus when you actually needed him?
Romulus growled in pleasure, his fists wrapped tightly in the sheets. It wasn’t often that he bottomed for James, but it was always worth it when he did. James is always the perfect combination of violence and tenderness that he needs.
With a satisfied roar, Romulus shuddered in pleasure, followed a moment later by James. Romulus twists around to pull James into his arms, tucking James’s head under his chin.
Romulus watches as James’s eyes slowly droop closed. He runs his hand through James’s hair, twisting tufts of it around his claws.
Perhaps it’s the post-coital bliss, but Romulus idly thinks that perhaps it’s time James had another child or two to occupy his time. James has always had the instinct to protect weaker creatures.
Of course, Romulus realizes that would mean letting James bed another woman. And he remembers all too well what happened last time. It was Romulus’s jealously that had led to the death of Itsu.
Though he has been hearing some interesting things about the creation of babies that doesn’t require actual intercourse. Romulus makes a mental note to look into this, and then present the idea to James.
There is something about the vision of James with an army’s worth of children that brings a small smile to Romulus’s face. Especially if Daken becomes problematic, having a group of backups just might be a good thing.
A soft knock at the door forces Romulus from his thoughts. He can sense the presence of Police Chief Tai outside of the bedroom door. Tai knows better than to actually enter the room. Romulus makes certain that James will not awaken before getting out of their bed to slip into a pair of loose pants, though it would be interesting to appear before Tai naked.
As always, Tai is all business. “I am sorry to disturb you, my lord, but there has been an incident down at the Princess Bar that I thought you should know about.”
Tai has made himself a wonderful spy for Romulus, both in the government and with the various crime syndicates. And he has also kept him abreast of any trouble concerning James.
”And what, pray tell, has happened this time?” Romulus feigns indifference. Tai will always give more information if he thinks it will impress him.
”There was a double murder at the bar tonight, twin brothers,” Tai explains. “According to what I have learned, they had come in earlier claiming to have a diamond that could give them control over a demon named Ba’al.”
Now he has Romulus’s interest. “And did they actually have a diamond on them?”
”We have not yet found the diamond, but there are those who did report seeing it,” Tai explained. “And I sincerely doubt that a diamond of the size that it supposedly is not going to stay hidden in Madripoor for very long.”
So, part of the Gehenna Stone is in Madripoor, Romulus mused, walking into the study. He takes a moment to pour himself a glass of wine. “Will the murder be problematic for James?” Romulus finally asks.
”The two brothers were of no importance, I doubt even their family will miss them,” Tai responded, standing stiffly in the middle of the room. “However, that diamond may prove a bit more problematic. Especially since I suspect that James’s partner O’Donnell is the one who has the diamond. Most likely the diamond was stolen-“
”Oh, my dear Police Chief, you have no idea just what that diamond is worth,” Romulus chortled. “Tell me, what do you know about Gehenna?”
Victor had spent the first hour of the long flight to Madripoor contemplating his newfound nephew. And Victor had no doubt that Daken was in fact his nephew, along with having a deep seated hatred of Victor for something he never did.
Well, he’s mostly certain that he didn’t murder the boy’s mother. But Jimmy would have done more than torn him apart. He would have killed Victor if he found out that he had murdered his pregnant wife.
Though, there was that time Jimmy had wandered off while they were in Japan. It was oddly hazy in Victor’s memory. His mind just couldn’t seem to remember what had happened. It was as if his memories from after World War II jumped from Japan to Korea with no idea of what had happened in between.
But these ponderings will have to wait until later. Burt was prattling on about the Gehenna Stone. He had been explaining about its history to the three junior X-tots, when the name Romulus came up.
”You see, Romulus has offered a great deal of money for the diamond, because he apparently believes in the mythological powers of the stone,” Burt was saying. “Supposedly, he would not only have his own personal demon at his beck and call, but control over a whole army of vampires.”
”An army of the undead?” Storm gasped. “What would he need that for?”
”Simple, my dear,” Burt replied, for once a complete mask of seriousness. “Romulus wants to rule the world, like he did thousands of years ago.”
”Oh, come on,” Victor scoffed. “I know that Jimmy and I have been around for over a century, but thousands of years?”
”Victor, if what I have learned about this monster is true, he may be well over ten thousand years old. And he is not going to let go of your brother easily,” Burt said. “I believe that your brother plays a very big part in his plans.”
Victor did not like this one bit. It was confirming some of his suspicions. He glanced over at Daken to gage his response to all of this, but the boy was feigning being asleep.
They needed to get to Madripoor soon so Victor could straighten Jimmy back out.
“You’re mine, Jimmy, mine!”
“No one will ever take you from me. Promise it!”
“Promise me, Jimmy. Promise!”
“Yours.”
“Who do you belong to, Jimmy?”
“You, I belong to you!”
James awakens with a gasp. The dream had taken him by surprise. He wasn’t certain who was in it with him. And for a split second, his mind wanders back to the lab he was experimented on. The guy who jumped on my back called me Jimmy…
Rational thought promptly fled from his head as he felt light kisses moving up the inside his thigh. “Someone was having a very good dream,” Romulus murmured, lightly licking the top of his still hard cock. “Shall we continue now that you’re awake?”
James was quickly reduced to mindless babbling as Romulus lifted his legs up and pushed into his body. Sometimes, there truly is nothing better than a quick, hard fuck to start the day right. Romulus grabbed at the hands scrabbling for purchase on his body and held James’s wrists in single fist above his head.
”Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!” James howled, a litany, a command, a begging request. Romulus bit the side of James’s throat, not quite breaking the skin. He rides James as hard as he can, sensing that this was what his lover needed for some reason this morning.
The two men came at the same time, collapsing in a tangle of limbs. Romulus decided to wait at least ten minutes to tell James about what had happened at the Princess the night before.
Wade Wilson sat on the roof of the house next to Romulus’s with one eye practically glued to the telescope that he kept perpetually trained on the bedroom. Dear God, those two constantly fucked.
Which usually left Wade with at least one of his hands sticky. Grumbling, mostly because he had to leave to clean himself up… again, Wade was eager to reunite with his old teammate.
This was the first time in months that he had been able to get this close to James for an extended period of time. Romulus had proven to be very good at finding Wade’s hiding places.
But that just meant that Wade had to get better at hiding.
The mission Stryker had sent him on was simple: find Logan/Jimmy, ascertain if he was retrievable. If so, bring Logan/Jimmy back to base in one piece and alive.
Of course, Wade planned on having a little fun with ole Jimmy first. The kind he had been promised seven years ago, but the old fuck in the bedroom had stolen from him. Hell, what Victor had stolen from him.
And he would get his way this time.
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