X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Stubbornly Affectionate ❯ Oblivion ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: The X-men franchise belongs to Marvel, I do not own money with this story or claim ownership of the characters or any content of the original work.

Dialogue abbreviations:

P = Pyro

R = Rogue

Setting: His frat's back porch. I'm smoking a joint and I have the entire porch to myself. I'm bent over the railing facing away from the house. I'm gazing around at all the other apartments. You come out to smoke a cigarette. There's a couple of moments of awkward silence.

Eventually you interrupt the silence to ask,
P: Do you have a light?

I take a long slow drag as I fumble around in my pocket for my lighter. I mistakenly inhale too much as I pull the little device from my pocket, which causes me to cough a bit. I turn around and place it in your hand with a small smile.

R: Hi.
P: Thanks and how are you?

I laugh and stub out the joint. I'm not quite ready to get that high while in undefined territory around Pyro. We hadn't spoken in weeks and I wasn't quite sure of the dynamic of our relationship just yet.

R: How polite. <I mock sweetly.> I'm doing well. I start my internship pretty soon.
I turn back around and I slant him a look over my shoulder as he takes his first drag.

R: How are you?
P: You know, around.
R: Have you stuck to your gym routine?
P: Yeah, I've been pretty good at establishing a sense of order so far.

I pause and take a moment to reflect on his answers. I place my elbows on the railing and place my head in my palms.

R: I've been hoping that you're doing well. I worried, no worry, about you...

I trail off as I wonder if I'm getting to serious. I don't want to rush or ruin the moment. His silence assures me that I'm pushing it. We endure a couple more moments of silence.
I turn around and look at him presenting my body to him in my skin tight dress. I take note as his eyes trace my figure, the outline of my nipples against my dress due to the cold breeze and the way his gaze lingers on my lips. I smile. Regardless of his mixed emotions about me Pyro wants to be in me. My smile widens as I develop a plan.

P: What are you smiling about?
R: You.
P: What?
R: I'm enjoying this.
P: What's this?
R: You eye fucking me.

I meet his surprised stare head on with some desire of my own. I like fucking Pyro ... a lot.

R: Okay. <I chuckle> I'll just turn around and pretend i didn't notice. While we're at it, let's go back to being awkward and pretending to not know one another.

He finishes his cigarette, smoothes out his shirt and sets up to leave.

P: Okay, I can't deal with this. So I'll just see you around.
R: Wait.

I call to him as he turns to face the door. I then turn around and slide past him towards the door. I make sure to let my curves slide slowly over every inch of his mid-section.

R: Ladies first <as I place my hand on the doorknob>.

He takes my hands and slams then together behind my back and pulls me into his embrace, my back to his front. I sigh. By God, how I had missed this. I eagerly lean into his embrace. His breath tickles my ear as talks slowly into it.

P: You're a bitch.

I moan.

R: Your wrong, I'm whatever you want me to be.
P: What if that's to be quiet?

I turn around to place my arms around his shoulders and place a quick kiss on his lips. I commence to softly murmur in his ear.

R: Although I don't think that you wanna keep me quiet for long, I'm more than happy to remain quiet so long as you occupy me.

I save any form of affection or intimacy for later. Neither are what he needs right now for me to get him inside me. He needs to pretend that he doesn't care about me to be tempted to be with me. I get that. I can play that game. I stare into his eyes and resist laying my head on his shoulder. I sense him wanting to pull away.

I respond like a woman who knows her plan and is sure of her hold on a man: I kiss him with everything that I have in me. Crowding his space until he's forced to hold me. I let go and smile.

R: When the party's over, don't forget me. I'll be waiting.

I put my joint back and to my pocket and walk back into the party. I don't dare to look behind me to see his reaction. This is all part of the illusion.

The rest of the party unsurprisingly passes by with a blur. I have fun and pretend to not notice Pyro as he makes his away across the party. An hour later, I notice him at the door. He's giving me the eyes. I nod, give a polite exit to Jack, walk over and bid a polite adieu to Aya and proceed to leave. He's waiting for me outside the door. We walk back to his place in companionable silence. Neither of us is quite sure what this new adventure is going to catapult us into. We reach his steps. He takes my hand and walks me up. My breath hitches in my throat. Pyro, hasn't taken my hand in a very long time. He begins to open the door. I place my hands against his waist and I kiss his back. He opens the door and we walk quietly to his bedroom. I look around and take in the mostly unchanged surroundings.

R: You got a new bed-set.

He smiles.

P: Consider it a splurge.

I grin softly. I then take both his and my coats off and we sit on the bed. There's a long pause as we reflect on so many things that should and need to be said. I instead opt to place my finger on his lips to quiet any potential words.

R: Just be here with me now okay? No matter what happens tonight or tomorrow, just be here with me now please?

I let the statement sound like a question. He nods his acceptance. He pulls me close, I crawl on to his lap and his lips find mine. I moan in bliss. Its been so long since I've kissed him. We then proceed to kiss and stroke each other with the wild abandon that could only be caused by thinking about each other for months. His hands reach under my shirt to tug it up and expose my nipples. I begin to melt as he teases first one and then the other with his tongue. When he begins to alternate between biting one and then the other I cease to think. Trying to take control of the situation, I pull away to innocently state,

R: I want to try something new.

His eyes are unfocused as he tries to comprehend what I'm saying. I sit up and begin rummaging in his closet.

R: Do you have any scarves?
P: Why?

I turn back to him with a grin.

R: I want to tie you up.
P: What are you talking about?
I gently repeat, R: I want to tie you up.

His face assumes a strained look of perplexity. I quickly rush to explain.

R: Before, when we were ... um, intimate, I never quite trusted you enough to let go. Tonight, I want to try something different and I want you to let go as well.

I hang my head and refuse to look at him as he deliberates his decision. He eventually comes off the bed to catch my chin with a finger. He lifts my head up to kiss me. He holds me while he says,

P: Okay. How many do you need?

I smile gaily, and soak in the warmth from his body. This is something new. Pyro never trusts me. I close my eyes to ingrain the moment into my memory.

R: Four should do. I don't wanna blindfold you or anything.

I refrain from adding the word later. He's going against his nature very hard to let me lead and I don't want to take advantage of that by pushing him to hard.

We collect the scarves, kiss and undress until we're both dilated with the need to be close again. I tie him to the bed. After I finish, I sit back a second to admire my handiwork. Thanks to me, Pyro was spread out like an offering with his hard cock glistening from pre-cum. I lean down to taste it. I hum appreciatively. There's nothing like giving a good blowjob to my lover. He catches my eyes and grins cockily.

R: Pull your arms. See if you can move.

He does my bidding. Once I'm assured he's tied down tight, I begin the teasing. First, I grab some lotion and start with a massage. This is about him and I want to make it good. Once he's relaxed, I begin to tense him back up again with kisses. I take his bottom lip in between my teeth and I suck. I climb on top and I let my damp pussy slide along the crown of his cock as I ask,

R: Do you trust me to make this good for you?

He nudges my head closer with his chin and with a level stare replies, P: Yes.

I close my eyes. His gaze sees too much. I take his yes as all the encouragement that I need.

I slide down until I'm confronted with his penis. The tangy musky smell that's unique to him brings back memories, which cause the prickle of tears to sting behind my eyes. I tuck my hair behind my ear and ignore my emotions. Pyro isn't here for me to be emotional. I remind myself that tonight is about him.

R: Look at me.

He raises his head and, as I stroke his thighs, I proceed to take his entire length to the back my throat once, twice and then three times. Only then I pull out, once his entire cock is glistening with my spit, to nibble on the head of his cock. I want to make him cum so I proceed to go to work. Eventually my hands stop stroking his sides and his legs to aid me as I bob my head up and down his cock. The sounds of slurping and sucking dominate the room. I stop gently suck his balls. I mistakenly nibble on them and I notice that his toes curl.

R: Do you like that baby?

I slide up and place my lips over his. He kisses me back with a passion equal to my own.

R: I'm about to take us to a place that we've never been to before.
P: Where's that?
R: Oblivion.
P: Sounds fun.

I laugh as I place his cock into my pussy. Although he hasn't touched me, I've gotten so wet from serving him alone. We both sigh when he slides in. I lean down to place my forehead on his and we both acknowledge without words and only our inseparable gazes: he's home.

I kiss him and begin to move in a broken rhythm while keeping our foreheads and eyes together. I want him to see exactly what he's missing as he stays away from me. Eventually the connection gets too intense and he shuts his eyes and turns his head to the left. Instead of feeling rejected I use it as an impetus to do better.

I slide back down his body to begin deep-throating his cock.

R: I love the way your cock tastes after it has my cum all over it.

He looks surprised. Before I rarely talked at all during sex, and even less likely dirty talk. I don't care. Let me surprise him; I'm in my zone.

I begin massaging his balls as I suck his cock as if my life depends on it.

R: I love your dick hitting the back of my throat. You know the little part where I choke a little bit as I slurp all the way to you balls? <I pause, and demonstrate for effect> That's my favorite part.

Pyro groans. Who knew that he was a fan of talkative women? I take my lips off of his cock with an audible pop and I proceed to guide him back inside of me. I then proceed to alternate between suckling his cock, swallowing his balls and slowly riding him for the next hour.

Every time that he tries to cum, I squeeze his cock with my hands until the feeling subsides.

Once I've reduced him to a babbling mess, I tease the tip of his cock with my wetness. Sliding only the tip in and out of my pussy, I let him shallowly fuck me until he unexpectedly raises his hips up and slams into me. I lean my sweat soaked face into his to murmur,

R: Pyro, do you care?

He takes a moment to respond so far is he out of his mind.

P: No. < he pauses a second:> yes <he replies honestly>.

R: Good. I care too.

I untie his hands and ankles only to climb back on top and proceed to drive us both crazy. Sliding my swollen pink center up and down over his swollen cock, we're both so ready to cum its causing us both to groan in agony.

With his newly freed appendages, Pyro flips us over and starts a hard heavy place as he makes slurping noises in my ear. Lightening whips my body as I begin to jerk uncontrollably and keen a mantra of pleases. His hands grab mine and he kisses my forehead as I finally pop. He slams his hips to get his cock inside me all the way to the hilt and proceeds to place my legs on his shoulders and rub my clit while never breaking rhythm.

My noises turn guttural as the world begins to fade around me and all that becomes important are Pyro's fingers slowly pinching and stroking my clit and the feel of his hard cock inside. I scream as I tumble head first into another orgasm and he pulls out as he joins me there. I catch my breath as I let the air cool his warm semen that he strung across my belly. He gets up to get some tissue to wipe it off.

I start to say something, but instead he puts a hand over my mouth, shushing me. I consent, grab his hand and we cuddle exhaustedly. Tangled together and breaths in sync we lay across one another until sleep gently claims us in the cocoon of our affection.

The morning greets me with his hard cock sliding into me. I kiss him and stroke his back as he brings us both to as slow, mind-numbingly sweet orgasm. I dress and we still don't say much. He takes a shower. He walks me home and kisses me goodbye.

There are no words. I already know that I'll refuse to call and so will he. We're both too stubborn for anything to have worked out between us. I watch his back as he walks away.

Goodbye to you Pyro.