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[X-Men] Images

Title: Images

SERIES: X-Men

Pairing: Jean Paul Beaubier / Pietro Maximoff Lehnsherr

AUTHOR: taurie_2020

BETA: my twin ewyn rinrazio that much * _ *

RATING: R. Angst.

NOTE: the characters belong to Marvel, I use them for fun not profit purposes.

Dedication: to dhely for her birthday ^ _ ^



"But now, looking around and saw the comfortable sofa in Alcantara, with clear cushions of brocade that Jean Paul had insisted that it would take time because it was beautiful, and comfortable, and because it was so good when you look at the room from that particular angle that we had not it just came out of the bathroom. The disproportionate size of plasma TV, the home theater system with DVD player, surround sound and everything else. A couple of video game console, a PC with who knows how many zillions of megabytes of power, hand-embroidered curtains, bed linen and silk .. all that Jean Paul had planted there by the dozens of clothes, to knick-knacks, paintings, and shoes, books, collectors with the items when he was a skier and most of the papers of his work as an expert on the stock exchange. Everything left over, without any order. "

Dhely, cold light 8 (cited)





Back home in the evening.



"Home", and not because it was where he slept, washed, and sometimes eat, but because there had built something that was made of flesh and blood, not only of bricks and wood ...



Sometimes it was almost hurt to think of what had been close to losing everything ... if it could go back in time would not change a thing about what he had done, but could not avoid feel remorse for the pain he had caused it to team mates, his ex-wife and her sister Jean ...



Peter loved those moments of solitude before Jean Paul returned, often nervous and pensive, frowning, which stretched when he saw it, because the boys had done worry ...



Now Peter was to have his forehead frown, staring at a pair of bins left open on the dining room table, uncertain what to do: leave them there , reorder, or better yet throw them away, learning to take place in his stuff, was not a teenager!



For him, the order was not something he had to think, was an attitude that had become natural ... as opposed to Jean Paul, that does not leave anything out of place did not look happy!



Peter smiled to himself ... Sometimes we forget that it was also why I loved him ... but could not hold by the approach to the table to close those cases abandoned and put them back in their place in the library. When lifting something fell.



Peter looked down on the ground and saw an envelope of white paper. He stooped to pick it up and put it back in its place, but the weight and texture attracted his curiosity ... could not open it, they said, could not pry so with impunity among the things of Jean Paul ... but something in his head whispered that maybe Jean Paul had forgotten the envelope, which was important and if he had placed so without checking ...



Peter stood for a moment undecided, then resolved that if he looked there was nothing wrong ... just to be sure that it was not anything vital.



Photographs.



The envelope contained old photographs: a boy and a girl holding hands ... blacks the same hair, the same gray eyes ... and looked at him, smiling across the abyss of time that separated them from today. Peter closed his eyes and sighed, and her sister Jean Paul Jean-Marie. She had died years earlier, he never talked about it.

was the first photo she saw, there were not even around the house ...



"Good evening ..." he heard a voice whisper a greeting to the ear, while the strong arms around her life, making him off balance slightly backwards ...



... Jean Paul.



Peter held his breath. He felt like a thief caught red-handed, and in fact his was a crime snoop into private life and in the past as Jean Paul ... well, as the spy who had been, and how that was still at the bottom! The habits of a lifetime was not something that we could undo in a few months! Meanwhile, still clutching the picture in one hand and the envelope in the other.



He knew exactly what Jean Paul saw in his hand and, in fact, felt loose, he was wrapped in the embrace, while a hand tight in its photography. Peter took a breath and turned toward him: he had to explain, justify, say something ... but all the words died on his lips when he turned and saw the eyes of Jean Paul.



stared at the photograph with a faraway look, remote, inflexible ... perhaps that was the look with which they had known his enemies ... and for the first time in his life Peter was afraid of someone who was not her father ... someone who loved him, absurdly, even if he was with all its fixings and its intransigence, someone he had been able to love at this point to apologize for having hurt, something that had never done with anyone before.



someone whose mere presence, allowed him to breathe lighter ...



Then his gaze on Peter stood up and changed: clear and present, not hurt, not angry, cold rage of a cold, clear, absolute ... that seemed directed at him, But ...



"Jean ... I ...."



"I did not know them yet. ..." Murmured Jean Paul.



Peter held his breath, he felt that the air almost crackling of the anger of Jean Paul, as a magnetic storm.



Probably it was he who was mistaken, only his father could make the air saturated with the electricity of their own anger.



Strangely this thought gave him courage ...



"Want to talk?".



Just a subtle hint the head in response, and Peter knew, and understood.



It took the side of Jean Paul and put a hand on his back in a long caress that ended on the side. She led him to the couch where he sat him clear and gave the white envelope.



Jean Paul pondered a moment in the hand before removing the contents and begin to slide.



Photographs.



Jean Paul and his sister, babies, children, adolescents and adults ... these were very few, some of the period of Alpha Flight, others taken somewhere. The two of them at a bar, in a rainy day, not even pretending to smile, the same coldness in his eyes. They must have had a difficult time, misunderstandings, and Peter asked if they were never able to resolve them before you ... You could not help but notice the difference with those first images, which are always smiling, in the same way, it seemed almost tenessero an eye on each other, and watching that little girl no longer existed, for the first time Peter felt the sting of jealousy: the things that he knew those eyes had never been revealed?



Peter rebuked him for such thoughts, idle and useless, and returned to look Jean Paul, who had placed the small pile of photographs on the glass in front of him and continued to stare as if some evil artifact ...



Peter acted on impulse, without thinking of Jean Paul took her hand and squeezed her fingers intertwined with her ... the other man looked up at him in his eyes and opened his mouth trying to say something, but Peter smiled, very slightly, and shook his head. There was no need to say anything, he knew everything already. And always smiling, leaned toward him and kissed him ... as his slight smile.



Jean Paul broke away from him and started to speak, but Peter put his finger to his lips and shook his head and began to kiss him while the other looked at him dumbfounded. First softly, then with increasing passion, as he did lay on the couch putting on him.



Jean Paul was pleasantly surprised: Peter rarely took the initiative, always leaving him the command, but that night there was something different: it was as if he wanted to make him feel safe, as if to say: " I'm here to take care of you .... "



docile Jean Paul sank into his arms, he let strip, fondle, kiss ... and when Peter took him clung firmly to his shoulders, sinking his nails into the skin and hiding her face in the hollow of his shoulder , while the pleasure grew in waves as the tide and exploded like a sudden dawn of the ocean.



After stunning the pleasure was passed remained for a long embraced watching the moon and the stars rise beyond the large window in the winter sky, letting the silence calasse on sad memories, as the darkness that had fallen on that evening garden and the world beyond the fence.



But there were stars and there was the moon to illuminate the path before them.