Sinister Intentions
A X-Men: MovieVerse Fanfiction
Written by RogueMoon
Chapter Ten
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Breakfast came too soon as far as Rogue was concerned. She was up at six thirty with Kurt, in the kitchen making an easily digestible meal: Lucky Charms and milk. They didn't waste time walking down to the holding cell, the blue and fuzzy one teleporting them down in a puff of sulfur and smoke.
Rogue coughed as much as their prisoner did upon arrival.
"Mon dieu! Are ya tryin' ta poison me now?" the Cajun complained as he gagged at the smell and tucked himself against the wall behind the bed.
"Apologies," Kurt replied, not at all sounding sorry, "It iz a by product of my powers."
"Oh, oui... de demon priest," Remy grinned and lifted a foot in a feat of contortionism to scratch the bottom of his chin. His hands bound too awkwardly behind his back to allow him proper use. "Ya didn't happen ta bring a razor, did ya? Dis bayou boy grow hair on his chin faster dan de bearded lady. Got ta pee, too. You goin' introduce your friend? Sounded like a femme."
"Ya'll talk a lot, don't you, swamp rat?" Rogue commented with acid in her voice.
He laughed at that, big and genuine, "Been a long time since I been called dat, chere. Ya goin' ta take me ta de bathroom? Wouldn' mind a belle voice like you helping take care o' business."
If Kurt's face could have paled, it would have. Before he had a chance to defend the girl, Rogue set the food down and punched the man in the arm.
"Ow! What de hell was dat for?"
"For being a pervert."
"You be de one's binding my hands. Can't exactly piss right wit' dem behind my back and I certainly can' clean myself up!" He responded with indignation rendered moot by the flirtatious grin on his face. "Besides, dis ya chance ta fondle me an' be de envy o' all your friends."
Another punch followed and he rolled away from it, laughing just as hard as before.
"Kurt will help ya'll in the toilet, swamp rat. I'm just along ta feed ya."
Remy jumped up to his feet and danced towards the door, "In dat case, we best be gettin' dis over wit'. Not inta men, specially priests, fondlin' me. Brings back de memories of goin' ta confession when I be a pup."
Kurt looked thoroughly scandalized, mind instantly going to the worst possible scenario, "I assure you, I am notzing like zat!"
"Oh, oui... oui... dat's what Father Martine said," Gambit teased with a shit-eating grin. "Den he try ta get me ta feel guilty for all dose pockets I picked and de food I stole from dumpsters and how I be livin' in sin. All ya priests be de same. Tryin' ta make a man repent for what makes him happy. We can discuss dis while I piss. Just get me ta de bathroom, oui?"
Kurt grabbed his arm and bamfed from the room leaving Rogue alone. She sat down on the bed and looked directly at the camera, "Storm, just so you know. I'm going ta kill ya one of these days for this. And I'm pretty sure I can get Kurt to help me dispose of your body."
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"Are ya seriously tryin' ta recruit me?" Gambit laughed, head lolling over the edge of the bed, the rest of him stretching out at odd angles. He kept constantly changing position, as if he simply couldn't sit still. He had finished eating, being spoon fed by Rogue, only minutes before, flirting the entire time and licking the spoon clean in a suggestive manner after every bite. They were alone, Kurt having left after he returned the man from the bathroom, the German had other duties to attend to. "Chere, much as I like de attention, de X-Men ain't got de means ta help me. And ya be far too goody-goody for a man like me."
"You could stop stealin'," Rogue replied and got another laugh in return.
"Stop? Why de hell would I want ta do somet'ing like dat?"
"You honestly enjoy being a thief?"
"Every minute of it, chere. Every minute!"
Rogue frowned, crossing her arms, "And you like being a slave to Sinister too?"
Gambit stopped laughing and sat up properly in a fluid motion that was like watching poetry come to life. She couldn't see his eyes, but he was suddenly very serious, his body still as he leaned forward, "Non. But he be de only one dat can keep my powers in control. Unlike you, I ain't so afraid and ashamed of mine."
"You have no idea what you're talking about!" Rogue hissed back, anger barely contained.
"Of course not. How could I possibly understand what its' like ta be afraid o' touchin' another person? Of killing dem because I can't stop my power from makin' dem pop like a balloon? Difference is, petite, I didn' run away from dem. Hell, if I had your power, I'd be better off, I'm thinkin'."
"Better off? You wouldn't be able ta handle it! You flirt non-stop, act like a slut with how you throw yourself at women. You couldn't get by without touch!"
"Problem wit' you, chere, is you just not creative enough. Plenty o' ways around touchin' skin ta skin'. All o' dem kinky and more arousin' den two bodies naked and goin' at it de way nature intended. I had your powers, I be just fine."
She slapped him, hand leaving a stinging red welt on his cheek. Seconds later, her lips were crushed under his, his legs having lashed out and pulled her against him by her waist. His kiss was not kind, not gentle. It was brutal and primal and it scared her how much she didn't want it to stop, how her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed into him, pushing him onto his back, feeling him.
Bobby had never kissed her like this, not even after she had taken the cure. Something had still been missing when they touched and the make out sessions always left her wondering if the touch she had wanted so desperately was really worth it. If the electricity and passion that her bodice rippers talked about where just that: fantasies that didn't exist except on the printed page.
Gambit had just made her believe in the magic. She couldn't stop herself and she didn't want to and it made her even more angry at him. He was so full of himself, so confident that every woman wanted him and here she was proving him right as her hands frantically unlocked the helmet and pushed it off so she grab his hair and hold him to her. She hated him. His hips ground up into hers. She wanted him.
"Rogue!" Logan's strangled shout of disbelief brought her to her senses and she pushed herself off the Cajun.
He laughed with good humor and groaned in unfulfilled sexual need, body quivering as he looked at her through half-lidded eyes that screamed at her senses. Imploring her to ignore the voice on the speaker and come back to him. Come back and have the ride of her life. His hands were still tied, he'd be at her mercy, would let her do whatever she wanted.
She licked her lips and gulped, fleeing from the room without thinking, needing to get away from him. From those eyes that burned into her and made her burn. Those beautiful, dangerous, devil eyes. The Morlocks were right. He was the Devil Man.
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Gambit waited until his heart stopped pounding and the blood stopped rushing south before he sat up and grinned, finally able to get a good look at his surroundings. His eyes picked up the single camera and in short order the lens exploded. A curse rung out over the speakers and he laughed.
Rogue had really pissed him off and when he got pissed off with a girl, it was either kiss and make up or leave. The second option hadn't been open to him, so he went with the first. It had been worth it. So unused to touch, even this long after taking the cure and she had been enjoyably eager. He just wished they could have sealed the deal before she ran off. He really didn't like being left like that. Logan would have to pay him back for that somehow.
After he got out of the mansion and back to Sinister. Remy wasn't sure how long it had been since he was taken, but it had been at least a day. Which meant his master was more than likely already on his way.
Gambit stood and popped his neck, rolling the muscles of his body and making sure they were all in good enough condition for this. It had been a while since he had attempted an escape with his hands bound. The seam of the door glowed and then popped, a light haze of smoke filtering off it as he kicked the metal so it fell forward into the hall beyond, the hinges and locks blown off.
Wolverine was already there, claws popped and Gambit grinned, ducking under the first swipe. He weaved out the the door and into the hall, giving himself more room to move. "Stay out of my way, Logan. I don' want ta make ya look like a poor copy o' M'seiur 'Tooth when I rearranged de lounge wit' his blood. I like you."
"What's stopping you?" Logan growled, lunging and missing as Remy tucked and rolled, then ran down the hall, picking his direction at random.
"Kind o' rather not be covered in guts when I get topside. Goin' ta draw enough attention wit' dese cuffs o' mine," He laughed back, ducking into an open room and getting a shocked look from Doctor McCoy as his lab was invaded. Remy paled and backed out into Logan's waiting arms, Adamantium bones reinforcing his strength.
Gambit glowered and the body behind him began to glow, red on black eyes becoming a blazing red, "Let me go, Logan. Don't think de bete would care ta lose his lab ta you going boom."
"You'd blow yourself up in the process if ya did that, Cajun."
The glow disappeared from Logan and took over the ceiling, "How 'bout I bring de roof down, den?"
"And risk hurting all the kids in the mansion above?" Logan laughed, "You ain't got the guts, bub."
Gambit snarled and kicked out at the doorway, one foot on either side, pushing him and Logan backward. He wanted the impact to Wolverine's back to loosen his grip enough to let him go. "You makin' a mistake keepin' me here! Sinister come for me an' de kids don't have a chance! Dey all become experiments in his lab. You be an experiment again!"
Logan didn't let go, "If you're that worried about it, then help us fight him! We can help you control your powers kid!"
Gambit tried to twist his body free, "Ya can' help! Xavier already tried!"
"What?"
"De professor already tried! He was de first I went ta see. He couldn' help me an' I nearly killed him too. Jus' let me go an' I work a deal wit' Sinister for ya lives."
Beast stepped out of his lab and adjusted his glasses, "Things have changed greatly since then, Gambit. I am not nearly as long lived and learned as Doctor Essex, but I am no slouch in the field of mutant genetics. I am certain that with your cooperation, I can continue the therapy that Sinister has begun with you and perhaps, with enough time, ensure you no longer need it."
Remy shook his head, "Essex and me, we have a deal. I break dat..."
"Then don't break it, kid," Logan said, "End it. He can't claim you if you aren't his to claim, right?"
"Not dat easy, Logan. You should know dat."
"Why? What kind of deal is this?"
Gambit stopped struggling and sagged in Logan's arms. He didn't want to talk anymore, he'd said too much already, "Jus' let me go. Before its too late."
"I am afraid, LeBeau, that it already is."
Logan dropped Remy and turned in shock to see Sinister walking towards them casually from the direction of Gambit's cell. He stepped in front of the Cajun, ready for a fight, "How did you get in here?"
"Your security is laughable, little man," the doctor replied as the alarms for the mansion went off and the screams of children as they entered the evacuation tunnels began echoing through the basement.
Storm's voice came over the loudspeaker, "X-Men assemble, we are under attack. The Cafeteria and lower housing block have been compromised. Assailants unknown but mutant in nature. There are not taking prisoners! Beast there are injured students on their way to you!"
Gambit pushed past Logan and locked eyes with his master, voice low as he became the very picture of submission, "Please M'seiur, call off de Marauders. Ya have me now, I come willingly."
Logan looked like he was going to attack them both, but Beast held him back and shook his head, eyes focused on the two. Wolverine focused on them and noticed something he hadn't just a moment before, Sinister's eyes were less bright than they had been, the red glow fading as Gambit continued to talk. Didn't the boy ever shut up?
"Dere be no need for more violence, oui? No need ta thin de blood here. It be a good resource, not worth de effort o' ruinin' over me. I not dat important... not enough ta hurt ya research, oui?" Remy had his head laying on Sinister's shoulder now, skin glowing a light pink as he kept eye contact. The fields of red he looked into dimmed to more human eyes a deep brown only slightly tinged with red. The scientist couldn't seem to look away. Gambit would pay for this later, once Essex realized what he was doing.
Sinister brought his hand to his mouth, "Objective achieved, leave now." One arm looped around behind Gambit and the flesh became liquid, covering the bindings. A small click sounded and his hand was back to normal, the cuffs falling away and giving Remy the freedom to move.
Gambit continued to focus his attention on his master, eyes never leaving the others'. Never blinking as he kept talking, kept charging the air around him, causing static that left Sinister's mind just unfocused enough to be susceptible to his words. Most people, he didn't have to use the charge with. But powerful minds like Sinister's had to have it to be effective and it always exhausted him afterward. He wouldn't be able to keep it up much longer, "You a good master... So good ta me, so forgivin' o' my moral follies... let's leave dem now, oui? Leave and go back ta de lab... back ta makin' sure I be okay an' everyt'ing be workin' right so I can serve ya properly, oui?"
A flash of light that spun outward, expanded, appeared behind the two and Essex stepped backward into it, pulling Remy with him, unable to disobey the suggestion. Once they were through, the portal disappeared and Storm's voice echoed over the loudspeaker as the first of the injured came down the hall, "X-Men, report! Cerebro has lost track of the hostiles, can anyone see them?"
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