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Forge and Kyle are both in the infirmary for check-ups of various natures. Embarassing revelations all around!

Forge sat in the waiting room, thankful that Mr. Marko had FINALLY gone out for food or sleep or kicking puppies into orbit or whatever the big behemoth did in his spare time. This was embarassing enough as it was, waiting for results. There had already been a barrage of tests, checking to see if he had any lasting injuries, the integrity of his cybernetic interfaces for his prosthetics, EEGs and CAT scans to determine if he'd suffered brain damage from the Neutralizer.

The last thing he had expected was to have to go to Doctor Grey and ask about "that" test.

~Bored, bored, bored~ Check-ups were the suck. But he'd grown another inch, and Kyle guessed that maybe they needed to make sure he was eating right or something. Food allergies were also the suck. But not half as much as the barrage of totally embarassing questions that he'd gotten. If he'd known about those, he might not've actually done -anything- with Jay. Maybe. As he remembered, he wasn't really thinking about it at the time.

No one had said he couldn't get up and wander around, and Kyle figured, telepathic doctors meant if they needed him for more poking-around, they'd call. So he hopped down from the exam table - besides, it was cold, dammit - and went a-wandering.

Forge looked up when the door opened. "Doctor Gr- oh, Kyle." This wasn't awkward at ALL, no. Of all the people Forge didn't want to have to explain things to, Kyle was probably at the top of the list. Heck, he'd only been able to go to Doctor Grey because she could have pulled the details out of his head. And besides, he reminded himself, doctor-patient confidentiality meant no one had to know.

Especially not his roommate.

Trying to look casual, Forge picked up a magazine. "Hey, the Pope died again?"

Kyle frowned. "Pope Sideous died? Maaan, that sucks. We'll get another like, six months of people saying its the end of the world or something."

His parents were -never- gonna shut up about that. If it wasn't the Catholics, it was the pagans or the gays or... He scowled. Well, he knew that gay people weren't gonna end the world for sure.

"No, my bad. This is months old. Hence the died again joke." Forge cocked his head. Kyle looked about as nervous as he felt. "So, anything new happen over the weekend? I hear they're keeping the FoH kid here, and apparently Marius chomped on Rahne. Amazed she didn't kick his ass all the way across the mansion."

Kyle snorted. "For once, nope. Nothing blew up even." He wasn't gonna talk about the FOH kid. It made him feel all funny, in the way that preceded wanting to bite things, and not in the all new interesting good way.

For a guy living with one roommate with a metal leg and arm, and one with big red wings, Kyle had firm opinions about normal. "Marius? Is weird. He has teeth in his hands or something."

"Yeah, I saw. Apparently he needs to chew on people or he gets too hungry to think or something. I'm sure the docs can come up with something." What was taking so long with those test results? Forge felt an odd feeling of dread on the back of his neck. Aside from the guilt about what he'd done, and the ease at which things had happened, now he had the after-the-fact worry about something vital drying up or seeping or falling off or worse. He'd been stupid, plain and simple. Thinking with - okay, just not thinking at all.

Sighing, he got up, leaning on the cane and pacing back and forth. "Man, this sucks."

"And he eats powers, which is double-plus freaky." Kyle muttered. "Extra-freaky with a side of fucked up shit." He leaned inside the doorway, using the corner as a makeshift backscratch. ~Damn guitarists and their fingernails and healing thingers that made things itch twice as much when healing twice as fast.~

"And checkups always suck, dude. Nothing new there. Turn and cough, here, let me stick this needle in your arm, and oh, by the way, I'm gonna ask ninety hojillion embarassing questions." Kyle pointed his thumb back out towards where the doctors kept their doctoring things. "I think they make up new questions every time."

"Embarassing questions, heh," Forge laughed self-consciously. "I know what you mean. This is just, well, I needed some stuff to be, well... um..." Shut up shut up shut UP, Forge....

Warring internally, Forge settled for just burying his head in his hands. "Did you ever do something you knew was a bad idea at the time, but you wanted to anyway, and you feel really bad and guilty and kind of skeevy afterwards?"

"Like stealing a Porche?" Kyle offered. "Yeah, I went to jail for that, remember?" It had seemed so damn cool at the time, and was such a boneheaded dumbass idea in the end. He gave Forge a look, trying to figure out what the heck he was talking about... "Why?"

"Not that stupid," Forge amended, then paused, "Maybe that stupid. But a lot more skeevy and less jail-worthy. I... okay, how much do you know about the Brotherhood?"

Kyle ticked off on his fingers. "Magneto, who is a shit because he kidnaps kids, Tongue-guy, who is a shit because he kicks me, and works for guys who kidnap kids, and psycho claws guy, who, you know, totally freaks me the fuck out." He paused, thinking. "And blue chick, who can look like anyone, like Jake can. I think that's it, right?" He couldn't remember anyone else. "And Magneto's Ms. Maximoff's dad, and wears a bucket on his head."

Forge nodded. "That's pretty much the gist of it. And you know Magneto wanted me to do stuff for him, and he was trying to change my mind with all the big talking and the speeches and stuff. And Toad, well, he just liked to smack me around because I was taking his spot or something. And Mystique - that's the blue chick - she, well... you know how she can look like anyone?" With another loud sigh, Forge dropped his head back into his hands. "I was really, really stupid. And it wasn't like I was fooled, I wasn't. I knew who she was, I knew what I was doing, and I did it anyway and now it's all sorts of creepy skeevy and what in the hell is taking Doctor Grey so long with this test, anyway?"

Kyle stared, mouth hanging open. "Tell me you're not saying what I think you're saying?" No, that wasn't right. That was not right at all. He had to be hearing that wrong, it was just him thinking with his dick, like a pervert, and there was no way in hell that ... "You fucked Mystique?"

With an embarassed groan, Forge gave a small nod. "In the bluntest of terms, yes. I already talked to Doctor Grey about it, and Doc Samson's the one who suggested I get... tested, just in case, y'know." Looking up, face completely beet red, he glared at Kyle. "Not a word to anyone, you hear me? I'm already weirded out enough as it is."

"Aw, Jesus...." Kyle slumped against the door and groaned. "Not gonna say a word man, but ... geez, no wonder you thought people were gonna think you were sleeping with the enemy. You were!" He barked out a snorting laugh. "And here I thought I was gonna get the "You did what?!? lecture."

Forge snorted, smiling at Kyle's comment, then raising an eyebrow in questioning. "Okay, what'd you do that's earned a lecture? Steal another car?"

"Uh? Remember the feathers?" Kyle started to explain, yet again mentally scolding himself for not figuring out when to keep his goddamn mouth shut. "Uh, yeah, so... um... "

Giving a small laugh of disbelief, Forge shook his head at Kyle. "Yeah, yet another fight with Jay. I swear, you guys are like the awesomest friends I have, but you have got to start getting along. Seriously, if you've got a problem with Jay being gay, just get over it, man. It's not like he's jumping you in your sleep or anything."

"I totally have no problem with Jay being gay! Dude, you know... " Kyle protested - and remembered that Forge had been away when Jay had made his post about National Coming Out Day. He wouldn't have seen it. "Hell." He ran a hand through his hair and stared at the ceiling. "We're not fighting."

"Then what was with the feathers and the..." Forge blinked slowly, realization setting in. Kyle hadn't slept in his bed when he'd returned, obviously, because it was neatly made. Which means he'd have been elsewhere and-

"Oh. My. God." Forge's jaw practically hit the floor. "You are not saying what I think you're saying." He searched for words, then resorted to Kyle's blunt approach. "You fucked Jay?"

"Ha-ha. You think you're funny." Kyle answered. "And, uh... that depends, I guess..." Why was he having this conversation? He could have gone back to -his- exam room and read a magazine and not had any embarassing conversations about fucking -anyone-.' "Its... he's.. " He crossed his arms and scowled. "I like girls. and ... Jay. Man, its the wings and I totally don't get it either, so I can't explain it."

"I know, I mean, dude. I remember racing you out of the locker room to see who got to stand behind Clarice doing jumping jacks in P.E. Pretty sure you like girls, man. And Jay... well, there's nothing that says you can't like both. Or all of one and one of the other. Or..." Forge shrugged. "Not like you need me to tell you it's okay. So long as no one's getting hurt. And I don't just mean yanking on feathers or whatnot."

He gave Kyle a pointed look, holding up his metal hand in a fist. "Because if either of you guys hurts the other one? I'm going to find a way around those healing factors and beat the both of you into a nice soft coma."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "Sure, dude. Whatever you say." Great, now he was getting the "If you hurt him.." speech, and it wasn't from Paige -or- Sam. "It's totally not a dating thing. No dates.. I mean, we haven't been on any and I don't think we're gonna. That'd be weird. Weirder. Wierd-est, even. Totally weird."

"You're telling me. I'm the one who had to come back to find feathers all over the common room and I mean, I can't complain about you guys being blatant with the... well, with the stuff and all, because hell - *I* didn't pick up on it." Forge smirked slightly. "But then again, I've been a bit distracted. I do reserve the right to blare my music at you if I can actually HEAR you guys, you know."

"Dude, it's totally Jay's turn to vacuum." Kyle didn't even think there'd been that many feathers. Maybe it was like, molting season. "And dude, if you blare like, Closer or something? I will either totally laugh my ass, or kick yours.." He thought about this for a second and then added. "Or both."

"Probably both," Forge said with a laugh. "I mean, I'm somewhat offended here. I'm your freakin' roommate, and everyone else apparently knew you and Jay were doin' it in like mad monkeys while I was off being kidnapped and utterly scared out of my wits." At Kyle's sudden change of expression, Forge shook his head. "I'm kidding, man. You guys are my friends, and I know that, and it's cool. Is it weird that I can see this making a lot more sense than you hooking up with, like, Catseye?"

"Dude!" Kyle protested. "Okay, as much as Catseye -is- totally hot when she's a girl, she's a cat. I mean, I know she's not a cat, but ... she's a cat." It made sense to him anyway. "And I'm glad it makes sense to you, cause it doesn't make sense to me. Not complaining, but still confused." He scratched his head, just behind the ear, and added. "Yeah, and I think you were totally the last one to know. Jay had a big post about coming out of the closet day and, well, you know. Typed first, ate a snack second, thought about it third."

Stretching, Forge poked at Kyle with his cane. "That's because whatever logical barrier there is between brain and mouth, I think yours got lost somewhere when you grew fangs and stuff."

He opened his mouth to say something else, but then stopped as the medlab door opened, and he heard his name. "Well, here we go," he said quietly. "Time to get this over with."

"Dude? Good luck with the... you know, the not having the whatevers." Kyle was fairly sure that no one ever covered wishing your roommate good luck on not having the clap in any kind of manners lesson. Though, he wondered if Hallmark made cards. "Congratulations on not having the aids." "Here's to your successfully avoiding herpes.." "Happy Not Getting Crabs Day!" This occupied his brain for long enough that when he looked up, Forge had left.