Summary: Sabretooth finds out that the plans Skye has for him are a little more than he bargained for. Part 16 of the Game.

Rated M for profanity, violence and some sexual content.

Disclaimer : I do not own the X-men or any of their associated villains, but the Siskans, the Dognan, Jael and the Outkasts are mine. Please do not use them without my permission. Thanks. :)

Updated 10-29-13 to add (break)s as needed and for repairs.

(One)

I am the Dreamer and it is my job to dream, to sort this whole evil mess out. It is a lonely job but I know that I have to get this done on my own. I don't know what fills me with more dread - having finally met Kimble's Angel or having Asher here this close. I love them both more than my own life and I would change none of this, but seeing them now reminds me there is so little time left. For all the dreams I have had, my mission is still unclear.

I sift and sift, trying to organize what I see into something meaningful. All I know for certain is that I need to be in a particular guard shack and that I will surely see some great battle. Somehow in all of that huge bloody mess, I have to be in the right place at the right time to rescue a tiny child.

What is she even doing there? I can't help but wonder. War is no place for a child. I can't help but think on that broken body of pure white. Is it Kimble? I know that he will be there somewhere in the fight, he would never leave his Angel child to fend for herself. From what I've heard, Zander himself killed for her. I do not doubt he would do so again. You'd think I'd know Kimble anywhere, but yet, what I see is blurred. It could be him. It looks like him and feels like him, and yet something tells me, it is someone else. Someone I have not yet met. Curse these dreams and their unhappy vagueness! It's not fair!

So I focus elsewhere. Will I be alone out there? Is there no help?

The answer comes in the form of that pesky phone ringing again.

"You goan' get dat?"

It's Remy speaking, there's no mistaking that whiskey and cinnamon voice. I have heard it right up close in a moment of fiery intimacy, I will never forget it.

Concentrate, Dreamer, I tell myself. See Gambit.

I will the image stream to obey me and then I see far more than I would like —

I see a bathroom of white tile, Gambit's body lying broken in a corner of a bathroom stall. His hands are gripped to his chest, he's fighting for control as he gasps for breath.

The scene changes and he is out on the tarmac, I see him holding a man that is literally melting in his arms, both of them howling in agony.

I see a window above me, a shock of auburn hair pressed against it from the outside, soft knuckles rapping against the glass as he sends me a vibration of hope and comfort:

/ I see you. I love you, fils. You ain't all alone. Be safe. /

Again I see a thick golden liquid pour out over hot asphalt, smoking from the heat. It sings to me, terrifying me to the core.

The scene changes again and I see standing Gambit above me, looking down on me with a mixture of fear and dismay. I must be on the ground but I cannot reason why from these incomplete images. All is smoke and death, he is covered in blood and ash. He shouts at me to wake but I am somewhere far away. The light is coming and this time I won't fight it. Somehow I know that is what will happen if I succeed, not if I fail. If keeping Angel safe should take my life then so be it. So be it.

(break)

Kristalay opened his eyes, his breath coming out in a raspy wheeze. He was alive, barely, and not in the happiest position of his life. He was currently chained to a large metal ring fixed fast to a chilly cement floor, his body one huge stinging agony. He had been whipped badly, lashed almost to the point of death.

The perpetrator of this crime sat in an easy chair only a just few feet away, grumbling as he watched a strange device that only vaguely resembled a television screen. Skye was not going to be the gentlest of owners Kristalay had learned. Skye was a freak.

Having not much else to do as he lay in a tortured heap on the floor, Kristalay reviewed the past three days in a haze.

He vaguely remembered being taken from the holding cell at the Complex and passing Jerry's limp body on the way out the door. They had been cloaked by the strange bracelets Skye had brought with him and in spite of passing a few people in the hallways, no one saw them leave. Kristalay was familiar with these bracelets, he'd had Kimble make some for him years ago and knew they were cloaking devices, rendering them invisible. Kristalay was beginning to understand some of what was happening - Kimble spoke as Skye did, Kimble made things as Skye did, neither of them had an organic scent. This told him that both of them were Siskan, but where Skye had come from and why Skye wanted him in particular, Kristalay had no clue.

Skye had remained in her female skin, leading him quickly out of Logan's Security offices and through the large facility. It was late at night and not many people were about, none that could sense their presence anyway. Up and up they went out of the Xavier Complex, out through the large door to the landing strip where the Blackbirds were parked. Kristalay saw the makings of the next Dragon shuttle as they passed by without understanding what he was looking at. Kristalay had expected that he and Skye would next use some sort of vehicle to finish their escape - he was wrong. Instead Skye launched himself up into the air and flew them away, just as Kimble might have done.

Kristalay didn't know how far they went, but it was a very short flight. The Xavier Complex was located in a large Industrial Park out in the Arizona desert. Charles had bought up most of the surrounding buildings, but that didn't mean they were all occupied. Skye had set up residence in one of the smaller buildings on the outside of things, one that Xavier's people were not using. Being only a single person, he had been operating well under the radar of the nearby larger Xavier complex. The building he had selected was long and flat, one single level above ground, but had two lower levels. He had cleaned out part of one of the basements for his own use. Apparently Skye had used his knowledge of Dognan and Siskan technologies to fashion this place to suit his own purposes and was quite comfortable here.

They landed and Skye took him inside. Kristalay moved himself along, trying to get his bearings. The first lower level of this building was huge and had been converted into a sub-level Master suite of some kind, made much too well to be done by Skye's hand alone though it was obvious he had converted some items of furniture himself from things he had either stolen or scrounged. Skye had taken over a large and magnificent apartment that had been here from the previous business owner and made his own modifications. The place was well lit but they were underground low enough that their presence would not be revealed to anyone outside. There were signs that this area might be cloaked as well in some way, Skye had activated a couple of odd looking blinking panels on their way in. Kristalay had spent enough time as a bag and grab man to recognize security devices when he saw them, even if they were homemade.

The place was nicely furnished - there was a bedroom and livingroom area set up as well as a large, spacious kitchen. There were some notable pieces of furniture that gave Kristalay pause - there was a large display cabinet with two large bullwhips placed inside for family viewing, leather straps and oddly knife like items alongside them. One area of the kitchen floor had been cleared down to cement with two large eye bolt rings fastened into the floor, chains and leashes hung down above them from the ceiling. The living area was one huge open room like a loft and he saw a large four poster bed with shackles. Kristalay trembled with fear and excitement at the thought of them. Shiver me, Skye had said. He was beginning to get an idea of what that might truly mean.

Every instinct told Kristalay to run, that this was a trap, but he remained under Skye's empathic control and stood as he was, simply looking around the place. His head turned when he heard the click of sharp nails on the floor, someone else was here.

"Grrr! Mmmaster!" came a growl so feral, it almost couldn't be discerned as speech.

Kristalay stepped back at first in surprise, but then burst into derisive laughter, recognizing the greeter immediately.

The new arrival was a scrawny blonde young man, looking about twenty years of age or so. He would never be confused as human — not anymore. He came on his hands and feet, his arms elongated and his legs as crooked as Kimble's, allowing for a fast four legged trot. His hair was long and streaming, a ripped up hair tie tangled in it.

Kristalay may have recognized this creature, but he wouldn't be the only one. Jael would have known him quite well in spite of some recent changes in the boy's physique. This was Grog. Through strange happenstance, Grog hadn't been dispatched as easily as his former Master Jael had intended. Dumped and left for dead, he had been discovered by a Siskan passing through, or was it perhaps simply destiny? Either way, here he was. Funny thing, Kristalay knew him not from any time spent in Jael's company. No, these two had met long before that. Grog wasn't this boy's first name, nor would it be his last. He had once been Wildchild.

Wildchild had been born Kyle Gibney and through fate and misfortune, found himself ensnared in the Weapon X program. Mind you, he had never been born a mutant, he was a homeless boy who had been kidnapped and experimented on. Weapon X had DNA samples from both Logan and Sabretooth and they were all too happy to use them in experiments on poor homeless people who wouldn't be missed. Poor Kyle was forcibly mutated and it hadn't been a pleasant experience. The result was a feral teenager with claws and a healing factor, a tiny Sabretooth wannabe. Problem was, his mind had been ravaged and he was hopelessly violent. Several attempts to integrate him into the mutant government squads as a tracker and spy weren't all that successful. He kept getting loose and committing violent crimes, raping women and killing innocent people. He really was wild and had no real clue about laws or consequences. Sabretooth had run into Kyle while working for the Program, so had Logan. Neither one had liked Wildchild all that much, though Sabretooth at least could sympathize with the tiny beast within.

Kyle was much smaller than Sabretooth had been, only weighing in at hundred and fifty pounds or so, and Sabretooth had enjoyed the many fights they had, the kid just kept coming back no matter how many times you smacked him into a wall. Once demoted out of the Program, Kristalay never saw the kid again and was all too surprised to see him here. It didn't stop the derisive laughter that came from him as he eyed the kid before him.

Wildchild was different than when Kristalay had seen him last. He'd had a normal human body then except for the claws. He could track with the best of them, his senses almost keener than Kristalay's own. Now he looked more like a strange human dog or a large cat with his crooked legs and desire to go about on all fours. Kyle had once been able to speak clearly when he wanted to, though he mostly kept to himself. He had been a terrible slob, disliking the shower as a human thing and often had to be forcibly dragged away to be cleaned. It wasn't beyond him to roll in his own excrement or the blood of his kills. The young man before him now was spotlessly clean even though he wasn't dressed or combed. Something had been done to change him.

The two feral mutants regarded each other with unconcealed mutual disgust. Kyle hissed in angry recognition and charged, recklessly not dodging Kristalay's swift and savage blow. He went flying and crashed into a wall. The force of the blow sent slivers of pain up and down Kristalay's arm but he couldn't stop from laughing even harder. Just like old times.

"Quit that shit! Both of yous! Be still!" Skye shouted in consternation as the smaller man rose from the floor at the ready for round two. Both combatants froze at once, held in place by Skye's power. Skye shifted back into his male skin - he had remained in the skin of a woman up until they had arrived, wanting to keep Kristalay at ease. Now seeing the younger man rise again for another brawl was a challenge to his authority he would not abide.

Skye reached for a canvas harness that was lying on a nearby table. The harness was quite sturdy, made to restrain large dogs. "Famayalin, come on over here," he ordered.

Kyle responded immediately to his new name and rose from his crumpled heap on the floor. He came to his Master, unable to stop the low growl from leaking out of his tightly clenched teeth. He had been bruised and scraped from his collision with the wall, but the injuries were healing rapidly, far more quickly than they had at any time he had been with Kristalay before –another change. He crouched down, submissive, and gave no argument as he was moved to the bare cement area of the room where he was fitted with the harness around his bony torso. He already wore a collar very much like the one Kristalay had on, it had a tag as well - Forever mine. He was next clipped to a long leash tied to the ceiling.

"Easy now, pet. Easy. I told ya yous wouldn't be alone. We needs more'n just us," Skye soothed, petting him and flooding him with Kundatesh. Famayalin's eyes fluttered closed and the growl ceased, turning into a soft low croon of happiness. "I ain't fergotten yous. Not me. Not ever."

"Mmrrr...Mmmaster...!" the boy murmured, shivering now. He wasn't clothed and his arousal was obvious.

"Got that one tamed, I see," Kristalay snorted in arrogant condescension. Skye's power had diminished some as his attention was turned from the bigger problem at hand and Kristalay could now speak. He seemed to have forgotten the leather collar that was now wrapped around his own neck.

Skye hadn't. He rose now and worked his newest prize, making him numb with Kundatesh as well and fitting him into his own harness and leash. This was his lair and he was ruler here, the one unquestionably in charge. The two feral mutants were now separated and couldn't reach each other. Once secured, Skye released his mental restraints and sat back to watch the show.

Famayalin was used to this and sat calmly in place, a twisted, satisfied smile on his lips. He had been here a long while and was well trained. He knew Kristalay was new here and couldn't wait to watch the newcomer explode.

Kristalay went off, upset at being locked up like an animal. He snarled and charged at Skye, figuring no mere leash could hold him. That might have been true with Earthly equipment, but these were Dognan restraints and more than capable of the task presented to them. The harness and leash may have looked like canvas, but they had been enhanced with tiny filaments of energy, not unlike a containment field. They could not be torn or broken, certainly not by Kristalay in his current enfeebled condition. His claws and teeth were gone, all he had left was brute strength and it wasn't going to be enough. He tugged and twisted, snarling with an ever increasing berserker rage. He was unable to free himself and couldn't contain his outrage.

Skye let him go, watching with wry amusement. Unafraid, he came closer after a few minutes and called out softly, "Kristalay?"

Kristalay couldn't respond. He was too far gone, too much into his fury.

Skye reached out and boldly grabbed his wrist. He gave the monster in his grip a large pulse of Kundatesh, the largest one he had been given by far.

Kristalay jerked like a beast that had been shot and felled by a tranquilizer dart. His legs gave way and he dropped to his knees, caught only by the strength of the one who held him. His body convulsed as his mental gears shifted violently, painfully, from rage to fierce arousal. He was instantly sprung and groaned in agony, unsure if he wanted to kill or cum. "What the fuck!" he roared, spit flying from his mouth.

"Shh, now, m' Golden Hair. M' Kristalay. Don't be fightin' this."

Kristalay was panting wildly now. "Let me go!"

"No. You've already given yerself to me. We gots promises ta keep, you an' me. You'll git Jael's throat just like I said and yer gonna gives me what I wants."

"Wh-what do you want from me?"

"Hmm..." Skye hummed wistfully. He reached down between Kristalay's legs and stroked the hardness there.

Kristalay jerked away in fear and loathing, his eyes wild. "Don't ya even think about it, ya sicko faggot!"

Skye only laughed. He let Kristalay have some more Kundatesh, enough to make his head loll back as his body shivered with need. Kristalay went slack on his heels and he groaned again as Skye went back to massaging him. He was still dressed in the loose prison sweat pants and he felt every touch. Combined with the Kundatesh, he was overcome. "Nno... Stop that, ya fuck!" he gasped, his body acting as traitor as it responded eagerly to the man pleasuring it.

"I don't thinks ya really wants that, do ya?" Skye replied, giving Kristalay his full attention now. He paused only to slip his hand down inside Kristalay's pants, all the better to feel him.

Kristalay was heaving for breath, fully contained by Skye's mental restraints and not by the real ones he could feel around his body. Tears were now streaming down his cheeks as he tried in vain to resist what was being done to him. Skye was bringing him to a climax, eager to feed off his vibrations of pleasure, of cumming.

Skye was a unique Siskan as were all the elite of the Lushna-esk, the Kintay. Like Kimble he needed to feel the vibrations of pleasure from his clients. Unlike the others, Skye could feed from this. It wasn't his only source of energy, but one he desired most of all. He was as addicted to them as his clients became ever more addicted to his powerful Kundatesh. He used his power to trap them like flies, then used it again to make them cum at his whim and feed that vacant hole inside of him, the one created by his terrible changing. The one all the powerful Siskans had to endure to make them this strong, this special. He had been melted, tortured, abused, just as Kimble and Aiden had been. He wouldn't be what he was without it.

Kristalay couldn't stop this from happening. He came with another gut wrenching jerk, feeling the heat of his climax spilling out into his pants, a sign of his weakness, of his inability to fight. He cried out in pleasure and pain, arching his back and finally collapsing over onto his side. He felt dizzy and weak, like he had been drugged. This was not a Kimble rush though the flavor of it was similar. He was in the power of this Siskan, something Kimble might have been capable of doing, but Kimble had respected him too much to ever want to do.

Skye looked at him sleepily, his eyes droopy now from the vibrations he had absorbed from him. Kristalay's shine was so bright, brighter than Famayalin's and far more satisfying. He petted Kristalay's head gently. "That wuz real nice. I cain't wait ta tastes ya. Ta shiver ya. Ta fucks ya like no one's ever done."

Kristalay's eyes widened in fear and rage. That hadn't been a part of the deal! At least not as he had understood it. Rose had been promised to him, not this man. He would not be raped! He made an awkward move to strike defensively but was stopped as his brain was flooded with Skye's warm fuzzy glow.

Skye just laughed at him softly. "Yer still so wild. Lordy, I loves ya so."

He began to strip Kristalay down, leaving him naked on the cold stone floor.

"Mrr! Grr! Mmaster!" Famayalin snarled from his restraints. He was filled with an angry jealousy watching his Master play with someone else. He had been here long enough to be firmly in Skye's thrall and wanted no one else.

Skye turned to him. "I ain't fergots m' Famayalin. M' Little Lion."

"Mmrrr!"

Skye rose and left Kristalay alone. He'd had quite the first day and needed some time now to recover. There was plenty of time for him to be broken, to be tamed and trained for the purpose he had stolen him for. Skye reached next out and unhooked Famayalin from his leash and harness, setting him free. Famayalin crouched at his feet, happy now and wanting only to please.

Skye stroked him gently. "Yer so pretty. Ya washed up fer me. How nice."

Famayalin tipped his head back to be kissed, purring once more as his wish was granted.

Kristalay watched this in horror, unable to accept what he was seeing. Wildchild had been a feral freak, but unlike himself, all of his rapes had been women. There was no doubt of that one's sexual orientation — until now. He watched as Famayalin was led to the bed with the shackles and the boy lay down on his belly for his Master, letting this strange Siskan creature take him willingly as a man.

What comes around goes around, Kristalay thought ironically to himself. Fuck! How was he going to get out of this! No way was he going to be the one on that bed, not on the bottom. He was no submissive to be used, he had gone over a hundred years without being the bitch, the one taken by force. No way was that track record going to come to an end. He would not be Dog again, the one possessed and at the mercy of another.

Still, there was no mistaking the whimpers of pleasure coming from Famayalin, he was mewling and gripping the blankets, his face and body now covered in a light sheen of clean sweat. So that's what Kimble and I looked like, Kristalay's mind continued to wander. It wouldn't be so sick if the promise hadn't been made that he would be next.

Famayalin barked loudly — there was no other way to describe it — and bucked wildly as he finished, making the man on top of him respond with a shudder of his own. He gave a couple of tremors then grew still, laying slack now. Creed squinted in confusion, had Famayalin passed out? What the fuck was that? It certainly wasn't inspiring to the captive still in his harness.

Skye was out cold himself for a minute then came groggily awake, quivering from head to toe. He leaned up on one elbow and pulled back the long blonde hair from Famayalin's face. "M' Famayalin. Ya still fall black, eh? So precious ya are ta me."

He bent down and gently kissed Famayalin's cheek until the smaller man woke and whimpered softly, a sound of happiness, not one of distress. Famayalin smiled without opening his eyes. "Mrrr!"

"Are ya hungry?"

"Mmrrrr!" Famayalin growled with more enthusiasm and opened his eyes. He rose up partway, grumbling at the stickiness below him.

"Leaves it. Go wash up again. There's a good boy."

Kyle Gibney, once Wildchild and then Grog, now Famayalin, slipped quietly from the bed without shame and trotted off on hands and feet to a room Kristalay couldn't see.

Kristalay grunted and rolled over to watch Skye as he cleaned the bed and then next moved to the kitchen area. He clicked on some lights, blinding Kristalay a little. Kristalay scowled at the brightness but wanted to see what Skye was up to, he would never be able to relax not knowing where this guy was. Skye reached into a refrigerator and took out a large hunk of fresh raw red meat that had been wrapped in plastic. He began to carve it up into small bite sized pieces.

Kristalay's stomach growled loudly at the smell of the meat. It had been a while since he had eaten and the scent of the flesh and blood made him salivate immediately. The fact that it was raw and oh, Lord... (human!)...made it all the more enticing. Kristalay loved to hunt, to taste the bloody red flesh of his kills, still was and probably would always remain a cannibal in his heart. Skye glanced back at him with a wry smile. "When ya shiver me, you kin haves all the meat ya wants."

Kristalay snarled and jerked back, retreating.

There was a familiar click of nails on the floor, Famayalin had returned. He was clean and shiny now, his long locks dripping fresh water and smelling of soap. He crouched at his Master's feet, whimpering and grumbling eagerly as he watched Skye dump the morsels of raw meat into a shiny metal bowl. Cannibalism was a trait he had long shared with Kristalay, it had gotten him into trouble more than once in the Weapon X program and had carried over into the time he had spent with Jael. Obviously the recent changes in Famayalin's physique hadn't affected that darker appetite.

The bowl was placed on the floor and Famayalin went to it with gusto, eating like a dog without using his hands. He raised his eyes once with an all too real growl of possession to Kristalay who was still eyeballing his food. He showed long fangs, bloody now. He hadn't had those before, but he had them now. Another sign that he had been mutated even further.

"Easy, Famayalin. There's plenty fer us all."

Skye cut some more meat and tossed the scraps into a waiting frying pan before returning the remains of the roast to the fridge. This couldn't be considered true cannibalism here, Skye was not human, not even organic. He had simply acquired the taste. He turned on the stove and Kristalay was once more assaulted with the smell of food. Damn! he cursed when he saw Skye dump some pepper and A-1 sauce in, cooking it the same way he liked. He prayed it was being prepared for him, but Skye's words had pretty much killed that idea.

Famayalin finished his meal and belched contentedly. He was given a wet towel to clean himself and he used it before going to a large water bottle tied to the wall and lapping at it like a bizarre human hamster. Kristalay shuddered in revulsion, he couldn't help it.

Skye prepared his meal and took it to a small table in the corner, eating quietly without looking back at Kristalay once. Famayalin curled up at his feet and dozed, full and content now. Skye ate and read from a large leather bound book before placing his dishes in the sink and retiring to the large bed. Famayalin barked at him softly, asking permission to come up with him. It was granted and he curled up happily in his Master's arms, crooning gently once more as he was petted away into a quiet slumber.

The lights were now out and Kristalay was pretty much alone. What was he going to do, how could he possibly get out of this? What had he been thinking? He was tricked. Yes, that's what it was. Well, he wasn't an idiot like Wilchild had been. No, he was much too clever. Skye would slip up and he would get his comeuppance, it was just a matter of time. Hopefully it happened before that sick fuck had a mind to deflower his virgin ass. Impossible that such a thing would happen to him, to the infamous Sabretooth. No, that wasn't going to happen, not without the shedding of blood.