Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2012 17:18:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Jesse Crewe <jayjaybby@rocketmail.com>
Subject: x-men rejection part 14 (under)

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 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

Enjoy.

Hours felt like minutes. And those short minutes turned into hours. Either
this realm didn't recognize time, or I wasn't anymore. My heart was
consumed and I was possessed.

He'd been inside me for hours. Or at least that's what it had felt
like. We'd shifted positions about four times now, but we'd stayed in this
position the longest. Me on my hands and knees, and him behind me. He moved
fast, slamming his stone-hard hips and dick into me. His hands gripped my
waist. Every second was toxic. It hurt. It hurt so good. He reached over
and grabbed my throat, pulling me back against him. My entire body weight
pressed into where his hand was and I was suffocating. He slammed his body
against my back, wrapped his other arm around my chest and gripped my
throat with both his hands. He slowed down. He breathed me in, and I
concentrated on breathing, but it was hard to focus on anything when he was
around. And he always was. We never left each other. We never left his
bed. I felt like I'd spent my entire life on this bed.

* * *

I lied on my back staring up into that familiar "sky." The fiery red
one. He was beside me, heaving, sleeping. I'd never been to a church, I'd
never believed in fairy tales. But somehow I felt... I knew that his grip
over me wasn't human. It wasn't love. It was something bigger than lust. He
had claimed me, the way a demon claims a human. He didn't love or want
me. He was in me, filling every crook and cranny within me. He'd pushed
everything out and taken over my head and heart. He was all that
mattered. I breathed for him, I moved for him. My heart beat because he
wanted it to.

But somewhere, deep within me I felt something. Something like an
echo. Something so far away it was almost nonexistent. The feeling that I
hadn't spent my entire life here with him. The feeling that I knew others
like myself. The feeling that I had a name and a purpose. The feeling that
I had been someone before he pushed it all out. He awoke and pushed that
feeling out too.

* * *

I was flat on my stomach and my hands were above my head. His hands pinned
mine down, and his body pinned my own down too. He moved only his hips and
stomach. He pushed into my butt at a steady pace and he heaved and groaned
into my ear. He kissed my neck and moved his hands from my own down under
my body and he gripped my thighs, holding me in place. I moaned, he felt so
good. My forehead was on the bed, my head tilted forward so that I could
breathe. I turned my head to the side and looked at my ripped tunic. The
one I always found back on me whenever I woke up again. I stared at the
ripped seams and felt him slamming into me. This felt familiar. Ripped
fabric thrown against a bed. Ripped jeans thrown on a messy bed.

Jeans?

Pants and boxers. Shirts and sweaters. Winter, Summer. Blue skies and cold
water.

I gasped and it all came rushing back. My life before him. It DID exist. I
did exist. What was my name?

He noticed me gasp, but probably mistook it for a moan. I didn't say
anything. He'd pushed this out before. This beautiful memory. The memory of
sweet life. Of breathing, of running, of living. Perfect life. He'd taken
it away.

This was death.

* * *

He was asleep again. I was trying to remember, to complete the
puzzle. Remembering jeans dropped so many pieces of my life around me and
now I had to piece it all back together. All I could remember now was the
simple things. Things like walking to the kitchen to drink a soda. Or warm
showers. Or blankets on a cold day. But there was more to life than these
simple things. I'd known people. I had friends and family. I had a
name. They were somewhere in the pile of puzzle pieces, I just hadn't
gotten there yet.

I was only sure of one thing, I'd broken the grip Blackheart had had on
me. But I still felt him there, beside my heart. It didn't beat for him, it
beat for me. For the things I loved. I loved the forest. I loved life.

I loved my mother. She was always so hesitant. She was hesitant when she
found out I was a mutant. She was hesitant when dad agreed to let me go to
a school far away. She was hesitant when she cooked. The only time she was
sure about herself was when she was around her plants. She knew so much
about plants. She knew what they needed and what they wanted. I'd learned
that from her. I loved my mother.

I also loved a man named Robert. He was always so cold. And his eyes and
smile were always warm. I think I called him Bobby. Bobby.

Bobby!

The X-Men. The mansion. Logan. And Jean, and Rogue, and Ororo, and Scott
and the Professor. Victor and Wade.

My assignment and Arcade and Doom and Fury. Mephisto. Blackheart.  My
powers.

I know who I am. My name is Jesse. I'm a scout for the X-Men. I love a man
named Bobby. And I am free.

* * *

"How the hell are we gonna get to Mephisto's realm of fun and laughter,
hmm?" Deadpool asked.

We'd been searching for an answer to that question for a while now. We'd
tried seeking out an entrance, but there wasn't any trace of one on
Earth. They were about ready to give up, when Ororo mentioned something
about a Dr. Strange. A champion wizard. A man who could surely transport us
to another realm.

That's where we were now. At the Sanctus Sanctorum. A place of magic and
mystery. We'd explained the situation to Strange and though he didn't
understand why eight of the most powerful mutants around were willing to
risk their lives for one, he agreed to teleport four of us. One of those
unwritten rules, I guess. Only four people could be teleported. Once we had
Jesse, all five of us could come back out. I made sure to clarify that
that's exactly what would happen. It'd be pointless if the rules meant only
four could come back out again.

Victor, Logan, Scott, and myself would be going into Mephisto's realm to
retrieve him. Deadpool, Jean, Rogue, and Remy would stay here.

The four of us reached for the Orb, and then my stomach dropped and
everything went black.

* * *

After another sexual episode, instead of going back to sleep, he sat up and
looked me over. I stared at his perfect body. I wonder how Logan was doing.

"They're coming for you," he said calmly.

"Who is?" I asked, trying to sound confused. He didn't know I remembered it
all.

"Old friends, people who cared for you and loved you."

I didn't say anything. He continued.

"This has always been the plan. The X-Men have always been a
disturbance. My father has been searching for a way to annihilate them for
some time, he saw the perfect opportunity in you."

I just stared back at him. He smiled.

"But I see so much more. You are powerful. More powerful than most mortal
mutants that inhabit your realm. I feel that together, you and I could
create something beyond human life."

He wasn't looking at me anymore. He was staring at my stomach.

Dear God, he was not thinking this. I mean, sure we had sex and stuff, but
I couldn't carry a child, I was a male. I didn't have any of the equipment
required!

But then again, this was his realm, and things worked differently around
here.

"However, the opportunity to rid ourselves of our foes arises, and we must
tend to that matter presently. By the time you wake up, this will all be
over, and we'll move on to bigger, better things." And with that he reached
over and I fell into black.

* * *

We all took defensive positions as soon as we could stand. We were
expecting a full-on attack from Mephisto's demons for trespassing. Nothing
came and just as we were beginning to relax our muscles, stone shot up from
the ground so fast we couldn't even scream for each other. They were stone
walls that separated the four of us. Walls that ran for what seemed like
miles behind me, and about fifty feet in front of us. We were on top of a
hill and the walls descended into the foot of the hill and continued to
twist and turn into a large, menacing maze.

This was a maze.

About a mile away, smack in the middle of the maze that seemed to go on
forever, rose another hill made of black stone, and on this faraway hill,
under a dead tree, was a stone table. And on that stone table was the love
of my life. Jesse. Asleep.

"The first one to the prize wins his heart, for you to do with as you
please."

It was a voice in my head, but I knew we'd all heard it.

This was a game now. A game intended for Logan and myself. I'd realized
throughout our mission that Logan too felt for Jesse what I felt for
him. He loved him. But he was mine. Victor and Scott are just unlucky to be
caught in the crossfire.

A maze would take time but it was just a maze. At least, that's what I'd
thought until the demons started to appear. This wasn't just any maze. This
was an obstacle course.

* * *

I wasn't asleep. My eyes were just forced shut and I couldn't move. But I
could hear. I could hear what sounded like rocks shifting. And demonic
howls. It was all far away. I could also hear their thoughts.

Victor's, Scott's, Logan's, and Bobby's. They were here thinking they'd
save me. I'd brought them to their deaths.

"The kid deserves to be free. Only I can give him that." This was Victor.

"Finally," Scott. What?

"I'm coming Jesse, hold on." Logan.

"His heart's already mine." Bobby.

Why were they thinking these things. It sounded like they were getting
ready for something. A competition? Why'd Bobby say my heart was already
his?

"Because, stupid boy, they are playing a game, and the winner receives your
heart. Your love and devotion. Your every thought." It was an unfamiliar
voice. It was dark and it was loud. Mephisto. "My son has rebelled against
me, and for that he is being punished. You have stirred his heart and have
clouded his judgment. I underestimated your abilities. You were merely
supposed to be the sword I would use to vanquish my foes. Now you're
another thorn at my side. By the end of this game I'll have killed at least
three of your friends, and I'll be rid of you."

That didn't sound good.

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