A/N: Never wrote a BTVS/XMEN before so hope you all like!

Dis: I don’t own BTVs or XMEN

Title: Burn

Summary: He likes to play with fire, so luckily he ran into a little firecracker in the club…

Genre: Romance

Fandom: X-Men/BTVS

Rating: FR-18

Pairing: Faith/John “Pyro”

Setting: Between X2 and X3

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Pyro looked around the club, flicking his lighter open then closed while his cold gray eyes scanned the wreathing bodies on the dance floor. He scowled while the filthy humans rubbed against each other, wishing he could burn them all. Every last unworthy person, but he knew Magneto didn’t favor an attack without consent. So John closed his lighter before turning back to the bar. He signaled for another beer, which he gained illegally, and slowly walked away from the bar to scan the place.

He came on more of a scouting mission than anything. They needed more recruits for the Brotherhood to fight those pansy-ass X-men. Leaving them had been the best decision of his life. Ok, so maybe he missed Rogue, she was the one person in that place that he could actually stand. The fact that she was with Ice-Dick still made his blood boil hotter than usual. He couldn’t wait until the day he could fry that bastard.

Again he looked to the dancers and he stilled in his steps, beer almost to his lips when seeing a woman dance in a crowd of men. She seemed oblivious to them all, eyes closed as her body moved to the beat. When someone touched her in a way she didn’t like she’d shrug him off. She was wearing skin tight leather pants and a skimpy orange shirt that barely covered her breasts and left her back bare save for the single tie that kept the shirt on.

Though she was human, Pyro was looking at her with interest. Finishing off his beer he was ready to talk to her but she ended up walking away to the back alley, so he followed her after seeing five guys exit behind her. When he got to the back alley he had to quickly move out of the way as a body flailed until hitting the brick wall. Immediately he got out his lighter and searched until his eyes came upon the girl just as she drove a wooden stake into the chest of one guy. Pyro was more than confused as the guy burst into a pile of dust. Was this her mutant power, or was there something else going on?

He wasn’t allowed to ponder long because the guy that’d been tossed at him soon had him on the ground. Pyro looked up to see a distorted face and just as the thing came down with large fangs he flicked his lighter. The thing was wrapped in flame and he was soon dusted as well. Standing, he brushed himself off and looked up in time to see the girl being held down by two others. Pyro, controlling the flame, had the last two taken care of and was making his way to the girl. He offered a hand, which she took before stepping back and eyeing him warily.

“You one of those mutants?” she asked with a slight accent that let him know she was from somewhere close to Boston.

“Yeah,” he said and with a flick of his wrist had a ball of fire glowing in the palm of his hand. “So?”

She looked memorized by the fire, most people were, so he let it burn hotter, the orange glowing off of what looked like perfect skin. The flame reflected deep in her brown eyes and the heat was getting to her cause her skin looked damp.

“So… It’s pretty cool what you can do. Makes dusting vamps easier.”

“Vamps? As in vampires?”

“You saw for your own eyes,” she said, flipping large curls behind her shoulder.

“Yeah, I did.” He extinguished the flames. “I thought you were a mutant.”

“I consider myself a freak,” she said, now cold since the warmth was gone but the fact that he could control fire and that he looked so YOUNG was appealing. She still didn’t mind corrupting the youth, as long as they were above the age of eighteen, and she came to the club looking for a good time. “I hunt vampires.”

“Anything else?”

He soon found out just how strong she was as she slammed him against the brick wall, his back vibrating due to the music coming from inside. He tried to move, but DAMN she was strong. His inner flame was calling to him, telling him to end her because she dared touch him but soon her lips were on his and he told his inner flame to shut the fuck up.

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God he was so fucking warm, Faith let his arms go so that he could wrap them around her and soon she was the one against the wall and she hopped up, wrapping her slender legs around his thin waist. He wasn’t all that built, pretty scrawny and his kissing was a little sloppy but she didn’t mind. He was warm, and the kid could control fire.

Wicked cool.

His hands were at her back, moving up higher until they were at her tie and her bare beasts were visible. His lips left hers to immediately latch onto a nipple that’d been perked up from the cold. She moaned as his tongue rubbed against it and ground down against his hardened fly. He groaned against her skin and she sighed before pulling his mouth from her breasts so that she could taste him again. Ashes on her tongue as it swirled in his mouth, the taste of beer and… Cinnamon?

Faith put her feet back on the ground as she pulled down his zipper then undid the button of his cargos. He grunted as she snaked her hand under the band of his boxers then took his cock in her grasp. She pumped him, hard and quick enough to have him moaning and gasping against her shoulder.

She wished he was more experienced, so that she could have a better time, and she pulled back: barely having to look up to see into his eyes.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-one.”

“Fucking liar,” she hissed as he moved to take off her pants.

“I’m over seventeen,” he said as he pulled her pants down to her ankles and she stepped out of her shoes then her pants and she was more than happy when his hands moved down her ass then lifted her back up. She shivered as her fully nude body pressed against the cool brick: then she wasn’t cold, a sudden warmth spreading over her body. “That’s all that matters.”

His hand was between her legs and she had to admit that he had some skills there. He knew how to play her, how to burying his fingers deep then curl them to rub her the right way. When he found her clit she moaned out loud, which made him move his fingers faster until she was practically panting.

“Shit, now!”

“You safe?”

“Pill…” She was wrapped around him, so freakin’ warm, so ready… so she positioned him just right and took him all the way inside her and she watched as his eyes closed and she waited for a moment before he finally came to his senses and started moving. He was too slow; taking his sweet time to the point when she finally bucked hard enough to have him stumble back. He tripped over her pants and landed hard on his back. She braced his head in her arms so he didn’t crack his head open, she wanted her guy conscious, not unconscious.

Then she started moving, riding him so that she could still get off, but also so that this wouldn’t end so quickly. He managed to keep up at first, giving as good as he got but when she quickened the pace she had the drivers seat and she liked it. She moved his hands back to her breasts, happy that no one was coming out to witness their escapade in the darkened alleyway.

“What’s your name?” he panted, eyes close to rolling out of his head.

“Faith…” She smirked as she felt his whole body tremor. He was close, she could tell, so she moved so that his hard cock rubbed against her clit as she rode him, giving her all sorts of new pleasure. “You?”

“John,” he said, and then winced. “I mean, Pyro.”

“I like John,” moaned Faith as she twisted her hips just right and he was soon coming inside her, she felt the hotness of his seed and she closed her eyes, concentrating hard until she went over as well. It wasn’t mind-blowing, but he was still better than some men that she’s been with and the way he half moaned, half whispered her name was so fucking adorable she couldn’t be totally pissed at his only average performance.

Not one for cuddling she moved as soon she was done and found her panties and pants then finally her shirt. She turned to him just as he zipped up and offered him her back. He slowly tied her shirt back on and she then bent to find her shoes.

“So you’re not a mutant?”

“No.”

“What are you?” he asked.

“That’s a question I’ll answer next time,” she said before giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. “See you later…Pyro.”

She lingered on the ‘o’ of his non-slave name and he watched as she exited the alleyway… Slowly, a smirk came to his face and he dug into his pocket until he had his lighter.

Click.

“I’ll be seeing you, Faith.”

Clack.

“I’m sure Magneto would love to have someone like you, mutant or not, on his team…”

But if she wasn’t human, and she wasn’t a mutant… Then what the hell was she?

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END… or is it? ;0)