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[#125] From the Cold (X-Men)
Theme Prompt: Come In From The Cold
Title: From The Cold
Fandom: X-Men
Rating/Warnings: G/K
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Bobby and Hank escape... for a while, at least.
It's a Winter wonderland outside. He'd like to play it in hours, and he well remembers a time when he and his lover would have done just that. Right now, however, Hank looks beyond exhausted. His beautiful, blue eyes are red with dark lines all around them and underneath them. Bobby knows he hasn't slept for days, which is a large part of the reason why he insisted on coming here, far away from the school and anything and everything X-related.
It's just them. He wishes it could stay this way forever. He envies Scott and Jean up in Alaska, but he knows their happiness too will not last. It seems impossible for anyone who brandishes the X to get away and stay away, no matter how hard they try. For now, though, he and Hank are going nowhere near the team, anyone to do with the team, or any form of communications. He's made damn certain the electric isn't working beyond their cabin, having frozen the lines all across the town when they first landed.
Still he wishes they could play. He wishes he could cover his furry hunk of a boyfriend in snow, pat him down like a big, soft, blue snowman, and bury him in icy kisses. He wishes he could throw balls at him and be buried in the snow by him. He wishes... He wishes times were simpler, that they were freer, that they had all the time in the world to just explore one another and their love and never have to be touched or bothered by anyone else ever again.
Such, he knows all too well, is not the life of a X-Man, or even a mutant. It is not the life of very many people anymore, if any. Besides that, right now, Hank needs him. He needs him desperately, though he won't dare voice it, and Bobby will always be there for him. Hank matters to him more than anything else in the world. He has almost ever since the day they met, and he will until Bobby himself is cold and frozen permanently into the ground.
Hank blows steam off of his coffee mug, which is currently filled with a sweet, blended mixture of cocoa and coffee. Bobby may have frozen the lines, but Hank quickly derived a power source for them. Bobby did, however, make note that Hank did not even attempt to form a way for them to communicate with the school, only to keep them warm and fed. They still haven't eaten, but Bobby knows that Hank is far more in need of rest now than food. He'll get him down, then make food later and finger-feed him in their bed.
"Robert -- " Hank starts and then stops. Bobby is well adept at telling when his lover is fighting an inner war with himself, even when he never speaks a word of it. He's doing so now. Like himself, there is so much he wants to do, but he's so exhausted he can barely stand. He leans against the wall. Bobby cannot begin to carry him in his arms, but he scoops him up with a hand of ice that appears out of nowhere. The hand becomes a slide and gently scoops Hank onto their bed, all while never making a strand of his luxurious, blue fur wet or causing him to spill a drop.
Leaving the window and his playful paradise behind, Bobby moves to Hank. He lays beside him, the ice vanishing, and lays his head on his big, beefy bicep. "I have something for you," he says gently. Lifting his fingers, he creates something new. Particles of ice shimmer, twist, and turn before becoming two snowflakes.
"They're beautiful," Hank says, his yellow eyes already beginning to slide shut. Bobby catches his slipping mug with a small slide of ice that delivers it smoothly to the oak night stand. They've come in out of the cold. They've escaped from the missions, at least for a short while. It can never be long enough, but he'll take what he can get, always and anything for the man he loves.
The snowflakes spin between Bobby's cold fingers. He watches Hank struggle to keep his eyes open. "Just like you," he whispers softly, kissing his fur again. "Just like us."
He brings them closer where Hank can see them clearly. They are two perfectly made snowflakes, but unlike the snowflakes in nature, these two are exactly the same. "They're the same, joined forever, just like you and I. I love you, Hank." He kisses him again, then drifts the snowflakes to the window sill, as close to the outside, freezing atmosphere as they can get without actually becoming lost in the snowstorm he is allowing to ravage this town.
No one will bother them unless it is of absolute necessity. There are other doctors on whom the X-Men can call now, and they all know his Hank is far beyond exhausted. Even the telepaths will leave them be, at least for a while.
Bobby wraps himself around his man and closes his own, very weary eyes. They'll sleep. Then he'll make sure he eats and actually gets full, and then he'll find a way to get him to play, to remember that life isn't all serious. It is far, far too serious, but it's not all serious. He won't allow it to be. Such is not good for anyone, and his Hank deserves only the best of the best.
Hank's fangs peek out of his mouth as he purrs. His purrs rumble off the walls and are music to Bobby's ears as they sleep peacefully, wrapped in the warmth and love of each other's bodies, the blankets they'd brought all forgotten beneath them. It may only be one night, but it's one night in paradise, because they have each other and their love. They need nothing else truly, but the world needs them. They'll answer those calls when they must.
The End
Title: From The Cold
Fandom: X-Men
Rating/Warnings: G/K
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Bobby and Hank escape... for a while, at least.
It's a Winter wonderland outside. He'd like to play it in hours, and he well remembers a time when he and his lover would have done just that. Right now, however, Hank looks beyond exhausted. His beautiful, blue eyes are red with dark lines all around them and underneath them. Bobby knows he hasn't slept for days, which is a large part of the reason why he insisted on coming here, far away from the school and anything and everything X-related.
It's just them. He wishes it could stay this way forever. He envies Scott and Jean up in Alaska, but he knows their happiness too will not last. It seems impossible for anyone who brandishes the X to get away and stay away, no matter how hard they try. For now, though, he and Hank are going nowhere near the team, anyone to do with the team, or any form of communications. He's made damn certain the electric isn't working beyond their cabin, having frozen the lines all across the town when they first landed.
Still he wishes they could play. He wishes he could cover his furry hunk of a boyfriend in snow, pat him down like a big, soft, blue snowman, and bury him in icy kisses. He wishes he could throw balls at him and be buried in the snow by him. He wishes... He wishes times were simpler, that they were freer, that they had all the time in the world to just explore one another and their love and never have to be touched or bothered by anyone else ever again.
Such, he knows all too well, is not the life of a X-Man, or even a mutant. It is not the life of very many people anymore, if any. Besides that, right now, Hank needs him. He needs him desperately, though he won't dare voice it, and Bobby will always be there for him. Hank matters to him more than anything else in the world. He has almost ever since the day they met, and he will until Bobby himself is cold and frozen permanently into the ground.
Hank blows steam off of his coffee mug, which is currently filled with a sweet, blended mixture of cocoa and coffee. Bobby may have frozen the lines, but Hank quickly derived a power source for them. Bobby did, however, make note that Hank did not even attempt to form a way for them to communicate with the school, only to keep them warm and fed. They still haven't eaten, but Bobby knows that Hank is far more in need of rest now than food. He'll get him down, then make food later and finger-feed him in their bed.
"Robert -- " Hank starts and then stops. Bobby is well adept at telling when his lover is fighting an inner war with himself, even when he never speaks a word of it. He's doing so now. Like himself, there is so much he wants to do, but he's so exhausted he can barely stand. He leans against the wall. Bobby cannot begin to carry him in his arms, but he scoops him up with a hand of ice that appears out of nowhere. The hand becomes a slide and gently scoops Hank onto their bed, all while never making a strand of his luxurious, blue fur wet or causing him to spill a drop.
Leaving the window and his playful paradise behind, Bobby moves to Hank. He lays beside him, the ice vanishing, and lays his head on his big, beefy bicep. "I have something for you," he says gently. Lifting his fingers, he creates something new. Particles of ice shimmer, twist, and turn before becoming two snowflakes.
"They're beautiful," Hank says, his yellow eyes already beginning to slide shut. Bobby catches his slipping mug with a small slide of ice that delivers it smoothly to the oak night stand. They've come in out of the cold. They've escaped from the missions, at least for a short while. It can never be long enough, but he'll take what he can get, always and anything for the man he loves.
The snowflakes spin between Bobby's cold fingers. He watches Hank struggle to keep his eyes open. "Just like you," he whispers softly, kissing his fur again. "Just like us."
He brings them closer where Hank can see them clearly. They are two perfectly made snowflakes, but unlike the snowflakes in nature, these two are exactly the same. "They're the same, joined forever, just like you and I. I love you, Hank." He kisses him again, then drifts the snowflakes to the window sill, as close to the outside, freezing atmosphere as they can get without actually becoming lost in the snowstorm he is allowing to ravage this town.
No one will bother them unless it is of absolute necessity. There are other doctors on whom the X-Men can call now, and they all know his Hank is far beyond exhausted. Even the telepaths will leave them be, at least for a while.
Bobby wraps himself around his man and closes his own, very weary eyes. They'll sleep. Then he'll make sure he eats and actually gets full, and then he'll find a way to get him to play, to remember that life isn't all serious. It is far, far too serious, but it's not all serious. He won't allow it to be. Such is not good for anyone, and his Hank deserves only the best of the best.
Hank's fangs peek out of his mouth as he purrs. His purrs rumble off the walls and are music to Bobby's ears as they sleep peacefully, wrapped in the warmth and love of each other's bodies, the blankets they'd brought all forgotten beneath them. It may only be one night, but it's one night in paradise, because they have each other and their love. They need nothing else truly, but the world needs them. They'll answer those calls when they must.
The End
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