Date: Mon, 4 Oct 2010 20:37:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jesse Crewe <jayjaybby@rocketmail.com>
Subject: x-men rejection part 12 (guarded)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong
to Marvel. And also, if you are too young to read this, leave... please. Or
if this type of thing is illegal where you live then also leave...
please. This is a story involving homosexual, or rather gay, sex and love.
So if this offends or freaks you out, leave... please. This is purely
fiction, it doesn't imply anything about the character's mentioned
sexuality

Author's Note: I'm sorry for taking so long and for messing up the
storyline a bit, its just that I barely have time to write and have no time
to go over the previous chapters and its been so long I don't remember them
cuz its been so long. Sorry but still, I hope you like it.


Bobby.

Before this moment, before this very second, I'd never wondered, or thought
about what he'd feel like. Cold and breathy, I could feel the moisture
within my own mouth freeze slowly and as I pulled away, melted back to what
it was before, only to freeze again as he pulled me towards him again. I
could smell him, I could feel him, I could read him with the long-forgotten
connection I'd established so long ago. The intense emotions that burst at
every moment, his firm body against my own, the smell of clean, cold,
freshness as I inhaled the air he wiped out of me. And as Robert took
control of everything within my mind and body, there had to be a name that
held steadfast to me and contradicted everything I was feeling. Logan. So
bulky, so dark, while Bobby, was so firm and light. No. This shouldn't be
happening.

I was Logan's. Wasn't I?

I pulled away, not realizing I had displayed my concerns to him. His face
was a reflection of my own confused one, except his was a bit more intense,
his eyebrows knit together, looking at me with strong, concentrated eyes,
the smile I'd at one time melted over, nowhere to be seen. Shit.

"Bobby..." I'd began, but he cut me off, "Jesse." I was expecting more, but
that's all he spoke. He stared at me, and for lack of any better option, I
stared back. I soon stood straight and pulled myself, reluctantly, away. As
I took a deep breath, I realized that the air he had exhaled into me had
caused my mouth, throat, and lungs to loose heat, and so freeze in a minor
way, causing slight pain and soon after, a soothing cool to the heat of my
internals. But that inhale wasn't the only thing that entered my body. With
it, a realization so much bigger than me made its way in, penetrating any
wall I might have established. So this was love.

As my brain wrapped around that thought and emotion, I got a
signal. Victor. Concern. "I'm fine," I sent quietly. I got a feeling of
assurance, a reflection of him, and then I felt him near. He was back... so
quick? "I have to go," I told Bobby. He responded with a questioned
face. "Victor's back, go wait in my room yeah?" And then he did what only
he could do, he looked down, smiled and looked back up at me with those
eyes that could so easily read me. I swooned, bit my lip, pecked his with
them and floated away.

Sure as the sun in the sky, Victor was about half mile away, I ran towards
him, signaling him that I was coming. I saw them, and I realized how much
I'd missed them. I hugged Victor and Wade, regardless of what they felt and
as I backed up I let them explain to me their return.

"Doom's with Fury," Victor said. That didn't make any sense, "How do you
know?" I said looking at both of them. As I said the words another person
came into view. I'd seen him back at the Hellicarier, one of Fury's
soldiers. "Turns out he'd followed us, as to how he landed safely, were
still not sure. He's the one that let us know about this twisted alliance,"
Victor continued. "So what now?" I ask them. He spoke up, "We need to
formulate some sort of plan, keep you safe..." and as he said those last
words, both Victor and Wade glared at him, Wade gripping the handle of one
of his very lethal swords and Victor clawing his hands. Too late now,
"What's that mean?" I ask. They cant lie to me. Wade sighed, "They're after
you Jesse, well... Doom does, turns out the only reason he had us as
prisoners was because he knew you'd come, but he underestimated you, he
didn't expect you to get away like you did. Arcade is in it for the money
and Fury's received threat of some sort of attack should he refuse to hand
you over. Knowing Fury, he'd sell his mother for the world's safety."
Should've shocked me, but it didn't, which surprised me. "What does Doom
want me for?" I ask calmly. My calm threw them off. Wade and Victor looked
at the soldier, who looked back and then turned towards me to address my
question. "Nothing's for sure, but we have reason to believe that Doom is
only a middleman. No way of knowing who really wants you."

	Scary, but not terrifying. "So what now?" I repeated. The soldier
spoke up, "We take you in." I looked at him and noticed he had a gun
pointed at me. Just as Wade and Victor took defensive poses, putting
themselves as between me and the soldier, more soldiers appeared and shot
darts at my two protectors. I made no noise, and instead concentrated what
little of Bobby's energy that I had and blasted the first soldier. To my
surprise, his legs were stuck in a huge block of ice that pinned him to the
ground. I looked around and noticed that one of them had his gun pointed at
me and before, or perhaps while he pulled the trigger, I sent out a shriek
to the only person I knew could listen. "BOBBY!!" The dart hit me and
everything went dark.

The dark took over. Took over everything. My dreams, my thoughts,
everything. I was stuck in a deep sleep, one I couldn't climb out of. It
was like being dropped into a ten foot deep hole. No way of climbing out if
you're only just below six feet tall. It was, to be honest, infuriating,
but still so relaxing.

As I began to actually succumb to this black abyss, and let it take over my
thoughts and emotions, I began to feel the world, except... this wasn't the
world I was used to. The first thing I remember feeling is the slightly
burning rash where the dart had pierced my skin, my upper arm. And when I
felt my entire arms, I felt them away from my body, above my head and bound
at the wrists. Original.

The feeling returned slowly, my waist, bound and tied to something, chains
if I wasn't mistaken. My thighs then my ankles and feet. My ankles were
bound together, and again tied to something else. As it came back I felt
the pressure pulling both my ankles and wrists, like I was being pulled
apart. As that dull pain settled, the best pain was saved for last. My
head, the upper portion, felt like it was burning, searing pain close to
feeling like burning flesh. My jaw was at a stabbing pain and my ears were
ringing. What the hell was going on. To address the feeling of not being on
Earth anymore, it wasn't exactly that. I was still on Earth, but not on the
surface. It was hot. Humid. Hell?

As my body came back to me, and the pain in my head receded, I began to get
my hearing back. Murmurs at first, but soon after, actual voices. My eyes
were too sensitive for me to try opening them, so they remained
closed. Soon after the voices stopped and I was left to silence. Only thing
audible was a hum, but not the hum a machine produces, or a person
even. Honestly, it sounded like steam rising from the ground. Maybe I am in
hell. Am I dead? What the hell is going on?

Fear began to creep over me, overtaking my thoughts, just like the dark
slumber had. Curiosity drove me half insane and so I opened my eyes,
causing slight stinging which receded after a while. Oh God I was in hell.

I was laying, that I could tell because of the hard surface I was laying
on, and as I looked up, I noticed this was a dome. I sky-high dome of
nothing but red. Fiery red. I turned my head around to get a feel of my
surroundings and saw that what I was on was a sort of platform, the ground
dark and apparently, stone. To my right, the end of the small platform,
below, who knew I was bound. To my left, a threshold that led to a bigger,
longer platform, and it was all floating, in the middle of what seemed to
be a sphere. The walls of the sphere the same as the picture above. Fiery
red. This wasn't hell. This was some sort of other dimension, a place where
people on earth cant walk to.

Regardless, just looking at the threshold revealed I couldn't get past
it. There were two guards, good looking I might add, human also, but
besides that, that threshold wasn't normal, call me crazy, but it was
cursed. Exit at your own risk. As I began to stir, the guards set their
attention toward me. Both were tall and muscled, shirtless and muscled, the
picture of deadly-attractive brawn. Hairless, thick muscled. Man.

"Who are you?" I asked. My voice was raspy, my throat was dry. One of the
guards grabbed a grail which had appeared out of nowhere and as they got
closer, set it to my lips and quenched my thirst. As he stood before me
with the grail, the other got behind me and lay his hands on my
shoulders. Oh yeah, I was in hell.

* * *

"Where the hell is he!" Logan growled as we arrived to the site apparently
witness of what happened to Jesse. "Bobby, Did you hear anything else?"
Storm asked me. "No, I heard the same thing you guys heard," I
replied. They'd all heard Jesse's scream. Mental. Was he connected to all
of us? I could still feel his lips against mine, his hands against me. I
sighed. Logan growled. Why'd he care so much? "You guys!" Jean called. We
ran to where she was. Beside her was a soldier, frozen from the waist
down. He'd used my energy. Kissing had its benefits. The guy was blue,
Jesse hadn't taken consideration of what freezing will cause a human. This
ice was something I couldn't do, this ice would either kill him, or
dismember him.

"Talk," Logan growled. He looked at him but only mumbled, his voice was
gone. He'd be dead in an hour, tops. "Not a chance, Jesse froze him, he's
as good as dead," I explained. The guy looked at me with wide eyes. He had
it coming. Jean reached for his head and as she absorbed his knowledge she
gasped and almost fell over. "Mephisto's Realm!" she yelled almost
sobbing. Awh shit. Logan spoke my sentiments alound.

So what'd ya think? Comments, feedback, and stuff: send it to
jayjaybby@rocketmail.com

Sorry, but I couldn't fit any sex in. Next chapter for sure, and sorry for
it being kinda pointless but its all I could come up with. Ill post another
one up soon.