Fic: Unwoven 2/6

Jul 08, 2011 10:31

Title:  Unwoven 2/6 (Completed Fic)
Fandom: X: First Class
Rating: PG
Pairing: Azazel/Riptide
Summary: Azazel sleeps with Raven, and everything falls apart.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
Part 1


Chapter 2

Erik called with a job, a job only Janos could accomplish with his destructive powers, so could he please do it, just this once?

“I haven’t bothered you with anything for four years,” Erik said. “Azazel won’t be around, I promise.”

I promise. A phrase that never meant anything other than ‘I promise I’ll do my best you never find out’. Had Erik promised never to leave Charles, Janos wondered, only to leave him bleeding and crippled on the sand? But he shouldn’t take it out on Erik. He had agreed to let Janos go without bloodshed after the breakup (not that he had a choice), and he truly hadn’t asked him to go on any missions since.

Six days later, Janos rethought his decision. He should definitely take it out on Erik. It turned out that, not only did Erik want an air force base destroyed, courtesy of Janos, he also wanted a few choice items inside it, which he sent Azazel to fetch for him beforehand. And not even that much beforehand, for as soon as Janos’s massive twin tornados finished decimating every last jet and building stretched over the plain, Azazel popped up a few yards away from him, gawking at Janos as if he were a god come to life.

The tornados faltered as Janos staggered back, the screech of crashing wreckage forgotten as he looked around for Erik, the liar.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Janos asked. “Erik!”

“Janos.”

Azazel approached him, but Janos rushed away toward Erik, who had turned towards them from where he stood some distance away, surveying the damage. When he saw Azazel, he grimaced, murmuring, “Ah, shit.”

“It’s been four years,” Azazel said, chasing Janos. “Can’t we just talk for a min--?”

“No! Erik, you promised me he wouldn’t be here.”

“I ordered him not to,” Erik said, glaring at Azazel. “You were supposed to go straight to the house, not come here.”

“You thought you could hide that Janos was going to be here from me?”

Alright, maybe Janos shouldn’t mash Erik into pulp.

“Who told you?” Erik asked.

“Doesn’t matter. Janos, please. Just ten minutes.”

“Fuck off,” Janos said.

“Who told you?” Erik insisted.

“It was Raven, alright? Erik, could you please not-“

“Of course it was,” Janos said. “Bitch that she is.”

“Janos,” Erik said, disapproving.

“Don’t expect me to be nice to her,” Janos said. “And when was this, during pillow talk? Oh, wouldn’t she love to gloat over my misery.”

“No!” Azazel said. “We’ve never had sex again. We barely talk to each other.”

“Oh, please.”

“That part is true,” Erik said. He jerked back when Janos glared at him, raising his hands defensively. “I’m not defending him.”

“Janos, please. Just twenty minutes. That’s all I ask of you. Please.”

“No.”

Azazel got down on his knees on the grass and Janos felt his throat close up.

“Please.”

God, just looking at him made his insides twist and his skin go shivery. He couldn’t be alone with him. He couldn’t. He couldn’t admit to himself that those fierce eyes turned to pleading still had such power over him.

“No.” Janos shook his head, shutting his eyes as he stumbled back. “I can’t.”

“I’ll never ask you again.”

Liar. But Azazel teleported right at Janos’s feet, grabbing his right hand in both of his. His skin felt scalding warm. Janos couldn’t gasp enough air into his lungs to fuck off. Angel had told him that, for months after Janos left, Azazel suffered from nightmares so horrific that he woke up screaming and couldn’t manage to sleep for more than two hours straight. His days were nothing but jitters, stinging eyes and jaw breaking yawns. He grew so sleep deprived that he couldn’t teleport more than a few yards without falling to his knees, rendering him useless for any tasks that required teleportation. Janos felt a flash pride upon learning this, though he wondered if Emma was partly responsible. Her only reply when Janos asked was a sly smile and,

“No one treats you like that and gets away with it.”

Azazel should suffer for backstabbing Janos. He should rot in the mire he’d created until the mold ate at his bones.

But that was four years ago, four years of loneliness and stranger’s beds and wondering if perhaps this would be the man to finally extinguish Azazel from his soul, but the damn mutant was glued there like an anemone’s tentacles tearing at his heart, and it didn’t take anyone long to sense it. Azazel’s hair had started to go grey, streaks of white luminous in the nest of black. Frown lines marred his brow, and his eyes… Janos had never seen them so haggard.

Azazel didn’t risk another refusal and teleported them straight to a cozy living room Janos had never seen before.

“Azazel, damn you!” Janos said, ripping his hand from Azazel’s grasp and backing away. “Where have you brought me?”

He crossed the living room, tripping over something on the floor, but he didn’t stop to see what it was as he ran through the kitchen, which was piled with a mass of dirty dishes and random cookie packets. He finally found the front door behind a bend next to a hallway closet and yanked at the door knob.

“It’s my house,” Azazel said. “Janos, please-“

God, he was getting sick of Azazel saying ‘Janos, please’.

“Twenty minutes, I swear.”

The door wouldn’t open. Janos wrenched the knob the knob back and forth, but the damn thing wouldn’t budge.

“Open this door,” Janos said.

“Raven and I aren’t even friends anymore. I haven’t been in any relationships since you. I still love you.”

Janos froze, his head falling forward against the door. He wanted to smack it over and over until he drowned out Azazel’s pleading voice. He resolutely did not turn around to look at Azazel. He couldn’t trust himself. The last time Azazel said that to him, Janos punched him and ordered him out of his hotel room before he tore the place down with an F5 tornado.

“Twenty minutes,” Janos said, shocked at how calm he managed to keep his voice.

“Yes, I swear it.”

Janos shut his eyes. His fingers were numb from clutching the door knob. Better than the nausea building in his throat.

“Erik probably wants you to take him back to the house,” he said.

“What?”

“You go, take Eric back to the house, then come back here and we can talk.”

It was transparent, really. Janos wanted time to smash his way out of the house without Azazel stopping him, and Azazel knew it. Janos didn’t hold any hope that Azazel would agree. There was no reason why he should. Yet, he did. Azazel dragged a sigh out of his lungs laden with more distress than he was warranted and said,

“Alright.”

As soon as he vanished, Janos ran around the house looking for another door, all the while tripping over things scattered on the floor. What the hell? Azazel may be a bit of a slob (number 2 on the list of top things to fight about, just under stealing the sheets), but he knew better than to throw things to the ground and leave them there. When a slip sent him crashing into a wall, Janos finally looked down. A teddy bear. Tonka trucks. Legos. Rails for a toy train. Children’s toys. Azazel’s house was littered with children’s toys. Of course. The child he had with Raven. Azazel had agreed to raise it. Now Janos really felt sick. The air thinned, the oxygen content decreasing by half in a second. Must get out. Where was the second door? He’d already circled the house, but found nothing. Every house had a second door. Why was there no second door?!

A teleportation thump crackled behind him when he returned to the living room. Janos stiffened, panicking. Shit. It was too soon. Janos should have just broken a window or torn the whole house open with a tornado, but even he felt that last might be an overreaction.

Wait.

The dust that floated over his shoulder…

It was blue.

He turned to find, not Azazel, but a small boy. A small, blue boy with yellow eyes, pointy ears, and a tail. A prehensile tail. With a triangle at the tip. Oh God. Looking as startled as Janos felt, the boy teleported above Janos’s head, alighting on a rail set at the crook where two walls met. It ran horizontally across the whole wall, and even stretched beyond out of the room. It had probably been placed there to give this boy somewhere to perch. But his hands had only three fingers each, and his feet two wide toes. Nevertheless, he clung with skill, gawking down at Janos, eyes as wide as a cat’s.

“Who are you?” he asked in perfect Spanish, albeit in choppy child speak. “What are you doing here?”

Spanish from Spain. Were they in Spain? When Janos didn’t answer, the boy asked again in Russian, which, Janos was horrified to notice, he remembered quite well. He hadn’t used it once since he left Azazel and had hoped to wipe it from his memory like every other reminder of Azazel’s existence, and yet, while he was rusty on the grammar and some vocabulary, plenty remained.

“I’m…” Janos started. What could he say? The truth was no good, not with a four year old. “Your father brought me.” Close enough.

“Wait,” the boy raised his head, a grin breaking out on his face. “I know you. You’re papa’s husband.”

Part 3

x first class, fic, azazel/riptide

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