Into the Black
Title: Into the Black
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor Borkowski/Jean-Paul Beaubier, Emma Frost, Julian Keller, Blindfold
Prompt: 18. Black
Word Count: 2008
Rating: R
Warnings: Slashy, and minor spoilers for X-Men 190
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!
Author's Notes: Sequel to Clear the Air
"I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of this," Emma Frost said, watching Jean-Paul Beaubier over the rim of her tea cup. "So he kissed you."
"He was drunk."
"You liked it."
"I did no such thing."
Emma smirked at him. "You did. You wouldn't be going on like this if you didn't. And if you think I'm going to talk you out of your interest in young Victor, you are sadly mistaken."
"It is not an interest."
"Then why are you making such a big deal out of a little drunken kiss?"
***
"He hates me," Victor Borkowski groaned, one arm flung over his eyes. "He thinks I'm a drunken idiot."
"No," Julian Keller corrected, "he thinks I am a drunken idiot."
"You are a drunken idiot."
"Am not."
"When's the last time you went to bed sober?"
"You're getting totally off topic. We're talking about how much of a spaz you are."
"I am not a spaz."
"You are the King of Spaz. And you are so crushing on him."
"I am not!"
***
Blindfold was grinning. It always worried people when she grinned, and for good reason. She had a peculiar sense of humor, one few people could appreciate.
"Better than a soap opera," she murmured as she laid out her trap.
***
"I'm not interested in him," Jean-Paul said vehemently. "It's just-"
"Lust?" Emma suggested with a quirk of her lips.
"Vile wench."
"Why are you feeling so guilty about this?" Emma asked. "There is nothing wrong with feeling attracted to someone. Or is it who it is that's the problem?"
Jean-Paul flashed on the day he had come back, under the control of the Children, and the crunch of Victor's nose as he drove his elbow into it.
"He forgave you a long time ago," the telepath said softly. "Most of us have. When will you forgive yourself?"
"When will you forgive yourself for the Hellions, Emma?"
***
Victor leaned out his bedroom window, eyes glued to the flight class in the air. They were just close enough that he could make out which one was Jean-Paul Beaubier amongst all the awkward adolescents. He was grace itself in the air, weaving in and out amongst his less agile pupils as he illustrated a point. Victor closed his eyes and punched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "Stupid," he whispered to himself, pressing his fingers to his lips. "So damn stupid."
"You're afraid he sees you as an adolescent."
Victor spun around. "Has anyone ever told you how to knock, Regina?"
The empath shrugged her massive shoulders. "I am sorry, Mr. Borkowski, but I can hear you from my room. I'm still not so good at keeping people out." She smiled sheepishly. "You are upset. I..." She gave him another massive shrug. Victor nodded sympathetically. Unhappy people made the oversized mutant uncomfortable. At least she had stopped going into people's heads to fix them.
"Sorry."
"You should talk to him."
"There's that word," Victor sighed. "Should."
"Well, you should."
"Lets see if he wants to talk to me."
***
"God, what I wouldn't give for him to be straight."
Jean-Paul's head turned towards two of his students, who were hovering a few feet away, watching a class on the ground. He tracked the line of their sight and bit his tongue. It would be the boy. He was snatching Frisbees out of the air as his students threw them.
"Oh my God, that tongue!" one girl sighed. Jean-Paul silently sympathized, a shiver running down his spine as the appendage shot out and back. He ran his thumb over his lower lip, remembering the kiss. Remembering the things that tongue had started to do.
"If you would care to rejoin the class, ladies?"
***
Emma Frost wasn't sure when she decided locking them in a room together would be a good thing. It was likely some time during the third weekly staff meeting after The Incident. They couldn't avoid each other then the way they could the rest of the week.
They managed to hide it fairly well, but both kept shooting glances at the other one when they thought no one was looking.
And then there were those annoying little thoughts they kept having all the time.
I'm too old.
I'm too young.
He's too young.
He thinks I'm an idiot.
I am a fool
He's so gorgeous.
Dear God, that tongue!
He'd never look at me twice.
He's beautiful.
And so on and so on and so on.
Thus was born the plan to lock them in a room together until they fucked each other senseless. And she already had a willing cohort.
"I think a closet would work best," Blindfold said. "Less space for either of them to move about."
"And there is the delightful irony of it."
***
"So... you want me to seal off the second floor closet?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because it amuses me."
"But..."
"There's fifty bucks in it for you."
"Throw in the-"
"Yankees win, 10 to 3."
***
Blindfold was pulling Victor down the hall when he saw Jean-Paul coming their way. "Maybe another time, okay?" he said, trying to tug away.
"Nonsense," Blindfold said, her grip on Victor's arm tightening. "You need to see this, and we're almost there."
Victor grunted. Jean-Paul's eyes had paused briefly on him before locking on the end of the hall, his jaw clenched. Victor's eyes fell to the floor as he walked, Blindfold guiding him along.
It all happened very fast.
Victor was passing Jean-Paul and the open hall closet when Blindfold gave him a sudden, hard shove. He when crashing into Jean-Paul, and they both went tumbling into the closet. The last thing Victor saw before the door slammed shut was Blindfold's smirk. Then it was too dark to see inside the closet, and Victor was suddenly very aware that he was sprawled on top of Jean-Paul. The speedster's hands pressed against his chest, shoving him away.
Victor scrambled to his feet, rounding on the door. He grabbed the handle, trying to push it open. It wouldn't budge. Jean-Paul's hand closed over his, trying the handle, and Victor licked his suddenly dry lips. The closet was too small for them not to touch. Jean-Paul was pressed against his back. "Blindfold!" Victor called, managing to keep his voice level. "Katie, the door's stuck!"
"Yes."
That brought Victor up short, and he felt Jean-Paul stiffen behind him. "What?" the older mutant hissed.
"This is for your own good," the woman said. "You'll thank me later."
They both heard her walking away while Victor shouted her name and Jean-Paul muttered obscenities in French. Victor shivered. The speedster's lips were very close to his ear. "Give me a little room," he said reluctantly. "Lemme see if I can't kick the door down."
Jean-Paul moved to the side of the closet, and Victor backed up as much as the cramped confines would allow, and he kicked several times, very quickly. The door didn't budge, and Victor's legs started to tingle from the blows.
"Let me try," Jean-Paul said, slipping past him. Victor backed into the corner and listened to Jean-Paul rain blows on the door. He stopped after several minutes, and Victor listened to him pant.
"Sorry."
Jean-Paul grunted, and Victor winced.
Idiot. I am such and idiot. "I don't know what's gotten into Blindfold. She's never done anything this... stupid."
Another grunt.
"There's got to be a light in here," he went on, reaching above his head to try and find the dangling light bulb. He had no lock, and he stumbled into Jean-Paul. The older man caught him stiffly, holding him at arms length. "Sorry," Victor mumbled again. Again, Jean-Paul just grunted. "I'm sure someone will let us out soon." Then was met with a tense silence. Victor rubbed the back of his neck. "Was it really that bad?"
"What?"
"The kiss," Victor said, the words coming out harsher than he had intended.
"You've been avoiding me since it happened."
"I have not," Jean-Paul said stiffly.
"You have too!"
"This is ridiculous. You were drunk. I am hardly going to hold you responsible for your actions while under the influence."
"You think I kissed you because I was drunk?" Victor asked softly.
"I can think of no other reason. I am twice your age."
"You're... God's sake." Victor ran his hand over his face. He was starting to feel more than a little annoyed. "Christ God Almighty," he whispered, "you idiot."
"Excuse me?" Jean-Paul asked archly.
"You idiot," Victor repeated, pressing in on Jean-Paul. His lips brushed against the speedster's, tongue playing lightly across the supple flesh. "I have had the worst crush on you since forever."
Jean-Paul grabbed Victor's shoulders and pushed him away. "You have no idea-" Victor ran his tongue down Jean-Paul's throat, then up to caress his ear, eliciting a gasp from the older mutant. "Victor-"
"I don't care," Victor said, grabbing Jean-Paul's shirt and pulling him close, biting his ear gently. His hands moved to rest on the speedster's hips, and he wedged his knee between Jean-Paul's thighs.
"I will not take advantage of your youth and inexperience."
"I think you're confused about who's taking advantage of whom here," Victor murmured, moving in for a kiss. Jean-Paul grunted, his fingers digging into Victor's shoulders. He needed to put a stop to this right now. He needed to push Victor away and get out of this damn closet.
He needed Victor to stop distracting him with his tongue. But he didn't want him to stop. "Stop that," he groaned, breaking the kiss. Victor's teeth scraped his chin lightly, nipping at his jaw line.
"If you really wanted me to stop, you'd make me."
"Do you have any idea what that sounds like?"
"You're two inches taller and forty pounds heavier, and perfectly capable of beating the living shit out of me." He ran his tongue along the outside of Jean-Paul's ear, his hand sliding to the bulge in his pants, caressing it lightly. Jean-Paul's hips jerked, and he let out a soft moan. Victor started rubbing in slow circles, planting little kisses on his neck. "Now, if you actually want me to stop..."
Jean-Paul growled softly, his hands flexing on Victor's shoulders. "We shouldn't."
"Give me a good reason why not." Victor unbuttoned Jean-Paul's fly and slid down to his knees.
***
Julian Keller frowned. He was standing in the doorway of Victor's room, eyeing the pile of clothes on his friend's bed, then eyeing Victor. He had come there fully expecting to have to drag him out for an evening of drinking and debauchery. Instead, he found his friend looking himself over in the mirror, inspecting his dark slacks and dusty scarlet pullover for any imperfections.
"Getting all gussied up for me?" Julian teased. "How sweet. Let's roll."
"I've already got plans, Julian," Victor announced cheerfully, "and they don't involve watching you strike out all night." He hummed a cheerful little tune as he slipped on his leather jacket.
Julian gaped at Victor, looking up up and down. "You got laid."
Victor grinned, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. "I got laid," he confirmed.
"Well it's about time! Who's the lucky stiff? I need to go threaten to break him in half if he ever breaks your fragile heart."
"A gentleman does not kiss and tell," Victor sniffed.
"C'mon! I always tell you!"
"Despite the many times I asked you not to." Victor slipped out of his room, pulling the door shut as he went. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date." He practically danced down the hall, planting a kiss on the passing Blindfold as he went.
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Victor Borkowski/Jean-Paul Beaubier, Emma Frost, Julian Keller, Blindfold
Prompt: 18. Black
Word Count: 2008
Rating: R
Warnings: Slashy, and minor spoilers for X-Men 190
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!
Author's Notes: Sequel to Clear the Air
"I don't see why you're making such a big deal out of this," Emma Frost said, watching Jean-Paul Beaubier over the rim of her tea cup. "So he kissed you."
"He was drunk."
"You liked it."
"I did no such thing."
Emma smirked at him. "You did. You wouldn't be going on like this if you didn't. And if you think I'm going to talk you out of your interest in young Victor, you are sadly mistaken."
"It is not an interest."
"Then why are you making such a big deal out of a little drunken kiss?"
***
"He hates me," Victor Borkowski groaned, one arm flung over his eyes. "He thinks I'm a drunken idiot."
"No," Julian Keller corrected, "he thinks I am a drunken idiot."
"You are a drunken idiot."
"Am not."
"When's the last time you went to bed sober?"
"You're getting totally off topic. We're talking about how much of a spaz you are."
"I am not a spaz."
"You are the King of Spaz. And you are so crushing on him."
"I am not!"
***
Blindfold was grinning. It always worried people when she grinned, and for good reason. She had a peculiar sense of humor, one few people could appreciate.
"Better than a soap opera," she murmured as she laid out her trap.
***
"I'm not interested in him," Jean-Paul said vehemently. "It's just-"
"Lust?" Emma suggested with a quirk of her lips.
"Vile wench."
"Why are you feeling so guilty about this?" Emma asked. "There is nothing wrong with feeling attracted to someone. Or is it who it is that's the problem?"
Jean-Paul flashed on the day he had come back, under the control of the Children, and the crunch of Victor's nose as he drove his elbow into it.
"He forgave you a long time ago," the telepath said softly. "Most of us have. When will you forgive yourself?"
"When will you forgive yourself for the Hellions, Emma?"
***
Victor leaned out his bedroom window, eyes glued to the flight class in the air. They were just close enough that he could make out which one was Jean-Paul Beaubier amongst all the awkward adolescents. He was grace itself in the air, weaving in and out amongst his less agile pupils as he illustrated a point. Victor closed his eyes and punched the bridge of his nose between his fingers. "Stupid," he whispered to himself, pressing his fingers to his lips. "So damn stupid."
"You're afraid he sees you as an adolescent."
Victor spun around. "Has anyone ever told you how to knock, Regina?"
The empath shrugged her massive shoulders. "I am sorry, Mr. Borkowski, but I can hear you from my room. I'm still not so good at keeping people out." She smiled sheepishly. "You are upset. I..." She gave him another massive shrug. Victor nodded sympathetically. Unhappy people made the oversized mutant uncomfortable. At least she had stopped going into people's heads to fix them.
"Sorry."
"You should talk to him."
"There's that word," Victor sighed. "Should."
"Well, you should."
"Lets see if he wants to talk to me."
***
"God, what I wouldn't give for him to be straight."
Jean-Paul's head turned towards two of his students, who were hovering a few feet away, watching a class on the ground. He tracked the line of their sight and bit his tongue. It would be the boy. He was snatching Frisbees out of the air as his students threw them.
"Oh my God, that tongue!" one girl sighed. Jean-Paul silently sympathized, a shiver running down his spine as the appendage shot out and back. He ran his thumb over his lower lip, remembering the kiss. Remembering the things that tongue had started to do.
"If you would care to rejoin the class, ladies?"
***
Emma Frost wasn't sure when she decided locking them in a room together would be a good thing. It was likely some time during the third weekly staff meeting after The Incident. They couldn't avoid each other then the way they could the rest of the week.
They managed to hide it fairly well, but both kept shooting glances at the other one when they thought no one was looking.
And then there were those annoying little thoughts they kept having all the time.
I'm too old.
I'm too young.
He's too young.
He thinks I'm an idiot.
I am a fool
He's so gorgeous.
Dear God, that tongue!
He'd never look at me twice.
He's beautiful.
And so on and so on and so on.
Thus was born the plan to lock them in a room together until they fucked each other senseless. And she already had a willing cohort.
"I think a closet would work best," Blindfold said. "Less space for either of them to move about."
"And there is the delightful irony of it."
***
"So... you want me to seal off the second floor closet?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because it amuses me."
"But..."
"There's fifty bucks in it for you."
"Throw in the-"
"Yankees win, 10 to 3."
***
Blindfold was pulling Victor down the hall when he saw Jean-Paul coming their way. "Maybe another time, okay?" he said, trying to tug away.
"Nonsense," Blindfold said, her grip on Victor's arm tightening. "You need to see this, and we're almost there."
Victor grunted. Jean-Paul's eyes had paused briefly on him before locking on the end of the hall, his jaw clenched. Victor's eyes fell to the floor as he walked, Blindfold guiding him along.
It all happened very fast.
Victor was passing Jean-Paul and the open hall closet when Blindfold gave him a sudden, hard shove. He when crashing into Jean-Paul, and they both went tumbling into the closet. The last thing Victor saw before the door slammed shut was Blindfold's smirk. Then it was too dark to see inside the closet, and Victor was suddenly very aware that he was sprawled on top of Jean-Paul. The speedster's hands pressed against his chest, shoving him away.
Victor scrambled to his feet, rounding on the door. He grabbed the handle, trying to push it open. It wouldn't budge. Jean-Paul's hand closed over his, trying the handle, and Victor licked his suddenly dry lips. The closet was too small for them not to touch. Jean-Paul was pressed against his back. "Blindfold!" Victor called, managing to keep his voice level. "Katie, the door's stuck!"
"Yes."
That brought Victor up short, and he felt Jean-Paul stiffen behind him. "What?" the older mutant hissed.
"This is for your own good," the woman said. "You'll thank me later."
They both heard her walking away while Victor shouted her name and Jean-Paul muttered obscenities in French. Victor shivered. The speedster's lips were very close to his ear. "Give me a little room," he said reluctantly. "Lemme see if I can't kick the door down."
Jean-Paul moved to the side of the closet, and Victor backed up as much as the cramped confines would allow, and he kicked several times, very quickly. The door didn't budge, and Victor's legs started to tingle from the blows.
"Let me try," Jean-Paul said, slipping past him. Victor backed into the corner and listened to Jean-Paul rain blows on the door. He stopped after several minutes, and Victor listened to him pant.
"Sorry."
Jean-Paul grunted, and Victor winced.
Idiot. I am such and idiot. "I don't know what's gotten into Blindfold. She's never done anything this... stupid."
Another grunt.
"There's got to be a light in here," he went on, reaching above his head to try and find the dangling light bulb. He had no lock, and he stumbled into Jean-Paul. The older man caught him stiffly, holding him at arms length. "Sorry," Victor mumbled again. Again, Jean-Paul just grunted. "I'm sure someone will let us out soon." Then was met with a tense silence. Victor rubbed the back of his neck. "Was it really that bad?"
"What?"
"The kiss," Victor said, the words coming out harsher than he had intended.
"You've been avoiding me since it happened."
"I have not," Jean-Paul said stiffly.
"You have too!"
"This is ridiculous. You were drunk. I am hardly going to hold you responsible for your actions while under the influence."
"You think I kissed you because I was drunk?" Victor asked softly.
"I can think of no other reason. I am twice your age."
"You're... God's sake." Victor ran his hand over his face. He was starting to feel more than a little annoyed. "Christ God Almighty," he whispered, "you idiot."
"Excuse me?" Jean-Paul asked archly.
"You idiot," Victor repeated, pressing in on Jean-Paul. His lips brushed against the speedster's, tongue playing lightly across the supple flesh. "I have had the worst crush on you since forever."
Jean-Paul grabbed Victor's shoulders and pushed him away. "You have no idea-" Victor ran his tongue down Jean-Paul's throat, then up to caress his ear, eliciting a gasp from the older mutant. "Victor-"
"I don't care," Victor said, grabbing Jean-Paul's shirt and pulling him close, biting his ear gently. His hands moved to rest on the speedster's hips, and he wedged his knee between Jean-Paul's thighs.
"I will not take advantage of your youth and inexperience."
"I think you're confused about who's taking advantage of whom here," Victor murmured, moving in for a kiss. Jean-Paul grunted, his fingers digging into Victor's shoulders. He needed to put a stop to this right now. He needed to push Victor away and get out of this damn closet.
He needed Victor to stop distracting him with his tongue. But he didn't want him to stop. "Stop that," he groaned, breaking the kiss. Victor's teeth scraped his chin lightly, nipping at his jaw line.
"If you really wanted me to stop, you'd make me."
"Do you have any idea what that sounds like?"
"You're two inches taller and forty pounds heavier, and perfectly capable of beating the living shit out of me." He ran his tongue along the outside of Jean-Paul's ear, his hand sliding to the bulge in his pants, caressing it lightly. Jean-Paul's hips jerked, and he let out a soft moan. Victor started rubbing in slow circles, planting little kisses on his neck. "Now, if you actually want me to stop..."
Jean-Paul growled softly, his hands flexing on Victor's shoulders. "We shouldn't."
"Give me a good reason why not." Victor unbuttoned Jean-Paul's fly and slid down to his knees.
***
Julian Keller frowned. He was standing in the doorway of Victor's room, eyeing the pile of clothes on his friend's bed, then eyeing Victor. He had come there fully expecting to have to drag him out for an evening of drinking and debauchery. Instead, he found his friend looking himself over in the mirror, inspecting his dark slacks and dusty scarlet pullover for any imperfections.
"Getting all gussied up for me?" Julian teased. "How sweet. Let's roll."
"I've already got plans, Julian," Victor announced cheerfully, "and they don't involve watching you strike out all night." He hummed a cheerful little tune as he slipped on his leather jacket.
Julian gaped at Victor, looking up up and down. "You got laid."
Victor grinned, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets. "I got laid," he confirmed.
"Well it's about time! Who's the lucky stiff? I need to go threaten to break him in half if he ever breaks your fragile heart."
"A gentleman does not kiss and tell," Victor sniffed.
"C'mon! I always tell you!"
"Despite the many times I asked you not to." Victor slipped out of his room, pulling the door shut as he went. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date." He practically danced down the hall, planting a kiss on the passing Blindfold as he went.