Title: Losing You To Those Before
Author: Court
Date: Originally in 2002/Rewrite in 2004
Disclaimers: All the X-Men are (c)copyright of Marvel Comics. I don't own a damn thing.
Warning/Notes: 1. This story is slightly AU based on Comicverse. Trial/Antarctica yes, New Son/Gambit On-going series no. 2. There are also a few characters in this story that may vary, but nothing too outrageous or unbelievable. 3. Warning, there is violence, scenes and talk of rape, sex (nothing too graphic), slash (gay situations), and murder. 4. I apologize for any accent mistakes, grammar problems, or misspellings, I am not a genius here.
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"Merde! Lets take the Jeep next time we do this." Remy grumbled, jumping from the Harley he and Logan had entered the garage on. "Ow!" he added for extra emphasis.
Logan laughed at his lover's attempts for sympathy, he knew the young man had been through more pain then what Remy had been subjected to that evening. He scowled when the Cajun walked past him rubbing at the sore spot on his rear. "He said not to touch it for a few days."
Remy frowned playfully, acting hurt at Logan's lack of sympathy for his position. He was not really in agony, other then the annoying itch of inflamed skin, but he liked when Logan would baby him. It made him feel wanted by the older man. "When y' asked me to tie the knot I figured it would be with a ring, a necklace, even possibly a collar, but not a tattoo! Now my butt hurts." he whined, crossing the garage away from Logan. "Too bad my ass is gonna be sore for a few days. Guess I won't be able to do anything romantic for awhile." Remy glanced over his shoulder at the older man, he could see by the way his lover was chuckling that the attempt for attention was somewhat failing. He would have to change tactics!
Logan didn't mind the display, he liked playing with the young man, and he knew how to play back. "I thought about that before the trip to the parlor. I figured my healing factor would take care of my pain real quick. You just have to top for awhile." The feral grinned widely when he felt the long, soft fingers of his lover trail up under his white t-shirt. "Guess that means my ideas a good one, huh?"
"Maybe?" Remy quipped back after finding a already harden nipple to play with on Logan hairy chest. "Might be a good theory. We'll just have ta test it and find out." he added before kissing along Logan's neckline, making sure to stop on the sweet spot behind the ear. The moan from his lover told him the new tactic was working far better then the first.
Logan spun around and grabbed Remy by the upper arms, lustfully pushing him against the nearby wall. He loved the way the Cajun's breathing turned into quick gasps at every kiss he applied to Remy's sensitive skin. "I love ya, Rems." Logan whispered into his lover's ear as he trailed across the younger man's throat.
"I love you too, chere." Remy managed between moans. "Let's take this upstairs, oui?" he whispered, barely able to talk any louder over his excitement.
Logan nodded, letting loose of his light grip on the younger man. "Should we tell the others?" he asked. He hated to ruin the moment with serious questions, but wanted to know what to say if they ran into someone between the garage and their shared room. He didn't want to upset his young lover.
"Not now, maybe later." He answered quickly. He dove towards Logan's retreating face and caught his lips again. "Much later."
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Remy and Logan rushed through the mansion until they finally reached the third floor. They shared a room now, but Remy's old room still resided across the hall, leaving them the only ones occupying the upper floor. As soon as they reached their domain clothing began flying from one side to the next, each feverishly kissing the other as they slowly moved towards the door of the bedroom. Remy managed to fumble open the door from behind as Logan kissed him deeply. The Cajun found himself being pushed inside the spacious room, his lover carefully holding him around the waist so he would not tumble backwards.
Logan finally broke away to remove the few pieces of clothing he still wore. He managed to finish in time to watch the young man before him remove his boxers, the only clothing remaining between them. He slowly stepped up to Remy and took in the beautiful creature he had rightfully claimed as his this evening. With one gentle finger he traced down the Cajun's soft neck, around and down to the small of the younger man's back, stopping at the bold ink of a tattoo. He stared at the decorative "L" on the cheek in front of him, knowing there was an identical marking on his own body. He leaned forward, being careful not to bump the sore spot on Remy's cheek, and whispered, "You're mine now, no one else's."
Remy closed his eyes and smiled knowing that the possessive comment was Logan's true sign of love. He turned and pulled Logan close to him, placing his hand on Logan's buttock where the matching tattoo was placed only hours before. "And y' are mine, forever." he whispered. Tears began welling up in his alien eyes as he looked deeply into dark hazel. He saw the truth in those eyes, Logan would give him the love and respect he had always wanted, something no one else had offered him in his short life. Their lips joined again in a deep kiss that sealed their love for all eternity. Nothing was more pure or meaningful. It made them one. Neither wanted the moment to end, but a loud scream of alarms from the hall broke the kiss, startling them both to reality.
"Perfect timing." Remy muttered sarcastically, knowing full well the roaring alarms meaning. Another mission to save mutant kind.
Logan saw the disappointment in the younger man's eyes, but also knew his duty. "Come on Darlin' lets get going, see what the problem is."
"Let's just act like we didn't here them, it's probably some FOH rally anyway. The others can handle it." Remy whined and gave Logan puppy dog eyes in attempts to convince his lover to stay. He just wanted one night alone with his new husband.
"I'm sorry, Rems. You know we have to go or Scott will come up here and get us. I promise that we will start off where we stopped when we get back." Logan gave Remy a quick kiss, then handed him clothing from the floor. "Get dressed. Unless you're going like that."
Remy grinned. "I guess I'm goin' like this cause someone left all my clothes in the hall."
"Brat. You wouldn't wear those to a battle anyway, now get dressed before Scott comes up here and beats the door down." Logan was already half way in his boots before Remy finally gave in and began dressing in his battle armor.
"Ready?" Logan asked, walking towards the door. He stopped noticing Remy had paused at the center of the room. "What is it, Darlin'?"
"Logan, after this mission can we get away for a few weeks. Even if it is only to your cabin or the boathouse. Just us, no X-Men, no missions, no villains, no interruptions? Can we do that? I just want to be with you for awhile, away from all of this and all of them."
Logan walked up to his young lover and brushed Remy's face with his now gloved hand. "Yea, that sounds perfect. On the way back I'll tell Scott we are going inactive for a few weeks. We should probably tell 'em that we are hitched too."
"Y' sure y' want to tell them that?" Remy questioned, dropping his eyes to the floor. He knew his lover hated his insecurities, but he couldn't help the feelings. They had been a big part of his life for so long.
Logan sighed. This had always been a sore spot in their relationship. Ever since Remy had returned from the mock trial in Antarctica the young man had feared upsetting any of his teammates in the mansion. He could never seem to convince Remy to stand up for himself and not fear what the others thought. "Why wouldn't I want to tell them?" he asked, knowing the answer. They had gone through this in every stage of their relationship, he didn't need to ask, but he found it helped the kid some to get it out in the open.
"Figured that everyone seems to except us together since they think it is just a phase, but if y' tell them we snuck off and got married it would seem more permanent. They might hold it against y'. I don't want them to hate y', this is your family, y' shouldn't be shunned because of me..." Remy's rambling was stopped by Logan fingers dropping across his lips, silencing him.
"Listen, I don't care what they think. I love ya and that is all that matters now. I want everyone to know you are mine and vice versa. If ya don't want to tell them just say so, but I want it to be a better reason then the one ya just gave me."
"Non. I'm bein with people knowin' 'bout us." Remy smiled, happy to know Logan felt confident enough to tell the team.
"Good. Now lets get this mission over with so we can get back to what we were doin'."
Remy nodded following the Canadian downstairs to the war room.
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The door to the War Room swished opened as Psylocke and Angel rushed in, both in full uniform. "Sorry we're late. We were just pulling up when we heard the alarms." the winged mutant informed their team leader. He feared Scott would be angry with their late arrival.
Cyclops waved off the excuse without looking up from the maps on the long conference table. "We are still waiting on Gambit and Wolverine." He looked up at Storm. "Can you please go get them, I know they heard...." He was interrupted by the doors opening again, Logan and Remy walking in. "About time you decided to join us." He commented while looking up at the two men.
"No surprise you two are late. The thief is rubbing off on you Logan." Angel smirked at the anger rising on the Wolverine's face. He couldn't help pester the older man and his lover. It had become almost a hobby to him.
"Shove it, Wings, or so help me." Logan growled back, popping out his claws and waving them towards Warren's face.
"Or you'll what? Kill me? Rip off my wings? Yea, he is rubbing off on you." Warren laughed back in Logan's face before leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms in triumph.
"The two of you stop! We have a big mission ahead of us, and the last thing we need is to fight one another. Logan sit down!" Scott ordered as he pointed at the chair next to where Remy had just sat down.
Logan finally turned and headed towards his seat. His angry temper melted at the sight of his lover. Remy was obviously upset at Warren's comments. The younger man's attempts to hide his feelings from the others did not work on him. He hated that the other X-Men didn't share his animal instincts and senses. Maybe then they would understand how much they hurt the young Cajun. He leaned over and whispered in his lover's ear. "Darlin' don't listen to him, he's a bastard. He's not worth gettin' upset over."
Remy eyes stayed to the floor, looking away from everyone and everything. He didn't want to make eye contact with anyone, he didn't want to see the hate in their eyes. He finally whispered, so low that he knew only Logan would hear it. "Don't tell them. Please, don't tell them."
Logan sighed and was going to argue when he was interrupted by Scott clearing his throat. He looked up and noticed the leader staring at him.
"This is important Logan, if you are finished whispering sweet nothings in your friend's ear over there I will brief you on this mission." Scott scolded Logan like a school boy.
Logan growled and leaned back in his seat, pretending attention, but not before placing his hand on Remy's back, rubbing in small circles. He knew the contact would calm his lover.
"Now that I have everyone's attention." Cyclops pointed at a map that appeared on the large computer screen on the wall. "We are going here, it's a small town in Canada, should only take us 20 minutes to reach. It is reported that Sinister has a lab here, so we are going to shut it down like we have the others. The lab is set under an old building in the middle of town, so we cannot destroy the structure, but the computers and equipment need to be taken out. The building is vacant of permanent residence, but I want Rogue and Storm to do a complete search for possible homeless using the building for shelter before we enter. The rest of us will wait at the two main entrances until they have completed their search.
Cyclops turned from the screen back to his team, making sure everyone was paying close attention before flipping the picture to a enlarged image of the building they would soon be entering. "Rogue, Angel, Psylocke, Iceman, Gambit, will join me at the side entrance of the building." He pointed at screen at the exact position. "Storm will meet Wolverine, Bishop, Beast, and Jean at the opposite side. When we are ready we will enter and meet in the middle, which should be the main lab."
Scott took his seat at the head of the large conference table, turning off the screen behind him. "As for the enemies we face. Sinister has not been detected in the but there are Marauders, including Sabretooth. We need to be careful, Sinister can show up at anytime and from anywhere, so be prepared. That's it people, we will meet at the Blackbird in 20 minutes. Everyone make sure they are armed with everything they need."
"I guess I need to go get a couple more decks of cards." Remy whispered. He continued to stare at the floor his body not willing him to leave the chair. His instincts yelled at him not to go. He didn't want to be in another one of Sinister's labs. Especially one with Sabretooth inside. His stomach knotted and his head began to pound with the thought of running into the man. It didn't help that he would be away from the few people he called friends on the team as well.
Logan could see that Remy was trembling, the young man was terrified. It only made Logan worry more. "Remy, everything is gonna be fine, I promise. He said Sinister wasn't there, just the Marauders, we can handle them."
Remy nodded unconvincingly. " I need to get a few things before we go." is all he could manage to say as he got up and slowly walked out of the room. He needed to be alone for a moment to get his thoughts back in order. The last thing he wanted was to loose it in front of the team.
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Logan stalked into the hanger, anger apparent on his face. He sniffed the air, then headed to engine area of the plane, straight for Scott. The Canadian grabbed the leader down from a short ladder and throw him against the hanger wall, holding him there. "What the hell are ya thinkin' Cyke! It's bad enough you're draggin' the kid into one of Sinister's labs, but to put him with everyone that's against him? Are ya tryin' to get him killed?"
"Logan calm down! I know what I am doing. They need to learn to work together in battle even if they don't get along in life. I will be there, I won't let anything happen to him. Now let go of me and get in the Blackbird."
Logan shoved Scott harder against the wall, tightening his grip when the leader struggled to break free. "Work together! This ain't a mission to test teammates loyalties! None of them are going to watch Remy's back and ya know that. The first chance they get they're gonna feed him to the wolves and never look back. You have to make him stay here or put him with me and Ro, then he will have some support." Logan lowered his voice and looked at Scott pleadingly. "Scott, he is terrified, if he ends up facing them alone he's not going to be able to fight them. Put him with me so I can watch him, please." He let go of Scott and backed away. "Please, Scott."
Scott sighed. He understood the older man's position, but he also knew why he could not allow the two teammates to be together. "Logan, I can't. This is the reason I'm not with Jean, I would be too occupied watching her to help the others or myself. I will watch Gambit and you can watch Jean for me. They will both come home safe and sound. We are only going in to destroy the computers and equipment, then we leave. It should be a quick run in and out." He placed his hand on Logan's shoulder. "If the others don't do their part to cover Gambit's back, like they should, then they are going to be taken off the active list. I am tired of the way they are treating him, enough is enough. I just need to see how deep this hatred is."
"This is a hell of a way to find out Cyke." Logan looked up into Scott's glasses, knowing he was meeting his eyes, and growled low and threatening. "He doesn't come back home the way we left I am holding it against ya."
"That's what leaders are for, Logan. Come on, let's get going." Scott smiled and walked towards the Blackbird, passing a waiting Remy at the ramp.
"Ready, Darlin'?" Logan asked, grabbing Remy from behind. He pulled his lover into the Blackbird, towards the back of the plane, ignoring all the looks from the others. "Remy?" He finally asked again, worried when he received no reply.
"Non, I'm not ready. I've got a bad feelin' 'bout this. Something's gonna happen, maybe y' shouldn't go." Remy finally answered.
"It's gonna be alright. Don't worry about anythin', just go in, do your job, and get out. Stay close to Scott, he will watch your back." He kissed the young man on the forehead before leaning his own against Remy's. "It's all gonna be fine, when we get home I will make ya forget everything, I promise."
Remy smiled knowing what Logan was implying. "Tell me again that everythin' will be alright, I'll try to believe it this time."
Logan took Remy's face in his hands and stared right into the Cajun's alien eyes. "Everything is going to be fine. We're gonna come back and go on our honeymoon and forget all about this superhero stuff for a while. Ok?"
"I believe y'." Remy lied.
They sat in the back of the plane in silence, Logan holding Remy around the waist, The younger man rested his head on his lover's shoulder trying to ignore the feeling in his gut that this was a bad move. Remy suddenly broke the silence with a whisper. "Logan, I love y', always remember that, no matter what happens."
Logan was about to ask about the strange comment when Scott's voice came over the speakers.
"We've landed people. Be ready for anything. Storm, Rogue, go make sure there is no one in the building. Meet us at the entrances."
"Come on, Darlin'." Logan whispered, moving his arm out from under Remy to stand. His worry doubled when the Cajun froze in his seat. Kneeling down in front of his lover he could see tears welled at the edge of his lover's eyes. "Darlin'? What's going on? Talk to me."
Remy stood suddenly. "It's alright, I'm just a little worried."
Logan didn't say anything, just followed Remy out of the Blackbird. He could tell there was something the kid was hiding from him, but he just didn't have time to pry it from Remy right now. It would have to wait.
Stepping onto the field where the plane had landed Remy turned to join his group, never looking back at his lover. Logan stopped at the edge of the ramp and watched the Cajun slowly walk out of sight. He caught Scott by the arm before the leader started towards his designated team."You watch him close. There's something wrong and he's not tellin' me what it is. He's scared shitless. He's trying to hide it, but I know better."
Scott nodded. "I'll watch him Logan, I promise."
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Scott walked up the alley where his half of the team waited to enter on Rogue's return. He could already see problems developing. Angel, Psylocke, and Iceman were in a group on one side of the alley, and Gambit was alone on the other side staring at the ground. Scott walked up to the Cajun. "You alright?" He didn't get an answer, the younger man didn't even look up at him. He reached out and put his hand on the Gambit's shoulder, causing Remy to startle. "Gambit? Are you ok? There's no need to worry."
"Worried? Why would he be worried about seeing his friends again. We should leave him here with them. Maybe he will stay away this time." Warren interrupted as he closed in on the two men.
Remy looked up at Warren with wide eyes of surprise. They couldn't leave him here, could they? He wanted to run and find Logan or even his Stormy, but knew he couldn't. He clinched his hands in fist trying to stop the tremors flowing through his body.
"Warren! Stop it now! Go stand by the door, all of you." Scott turned from the group to Remy, who's bottom lip was trembling so bad his teeth were chattering."Gambit, listen to me, no one is going to leave you here. We are all going in together and we are leaving together. I shouldn't have put you with Angel, I'm sorry. Just stay with me, don't worry about them. They can watch each other's backs and we will watch ours, ok?"
Remy nodded. That is all he could do. The thought of being left in Sinister's hands, or even worse Creed's, had him locked in fear. "Y' won't leave me?"
Scott sighed. "No, I won't leave you." He gave Remy a smile and continued "Who else am I going to get to unlock my desk drawer when I lose my keys for the millionth time."
Remy smiled back knowing Scott was just trying to cheer him up.
"Well, if dis don't look cozy like?" Rogue spat as she landed next to Scott and Remy. "What ya hittin' on Slim now. Wolvie not 'nough fo' ya?"
Remy dropped his head looking at the ground, not saying anything in return. He had learned a long time ago that it was better not to fight back with Rogue. He jerked his head up when he felt someone tug at his arm.
"Come on, Gambit. Lets join the others. We'll go in as soon as we have word that Storm." Scott pulled the younger man over to the group by the doors. "From now on everyone stays quiet unless it is necessary to speak." he gave a hard look to Warren and Rogue.
Scott's com badge began to blink and Storm's voice followed. "We are ready here Cyclops. Over."
Scott pushed the return button on the his badge and gave the command. "Ok, everyone enter, meet in the middle. Both teams will have to separate towards the center to take splitting halls, I will leave that call up to you Storm. Try to make this quick as possible, no stopping till you hit the center. Over and Out." With that the doors were forced opened and the team entered.
They walked through the halls cautiously, surprisingly not encountering anyone through the first several floors. When they reached the split in the halls they stopped waiting orders of where to go next.
"What now, sugah?" Rogue asked.
"Rogue, Angel, and Psylocke take the right hall. It will lead you straight to the center lab. Gambit and I will take the left hall, there should be one computer room that has to be destroyed. We will be a few minutes later in arriving then you. Be careful, and remember, take out the computers and that's it. If someone attacks defend yourself, but don't go chasing after them. We'll meet in the middle. Lets go."
Cyclops and Gambit parted from the others and made there way through the maze of halls, looking in the windows of varies rooms as they ran, looking for computers or equipment that needed to be demolished.
"Don't y' think it is strange that no one's here? This is the only lab we haven't taken down, so wouldn't y' think there would be more of his experiments or doctors here?" Remy asked while looking in yet another empty room.
Scott stopped briefly and looked at Remy. "You're right, Gambit. Something is wrong. Maybe they are all on the other side of the building."
"Wait!" Remy waved at Scott to come to the room he had just peered into.
Scott rushed over to the door. Remy stepped away and let Scott look in the small square window. "There is someone under the sheet, it looks like a small child."
"Scott we can't leave a child here." Remy looked at Scott pleadingly. He knew that they were suppose to destroy everything and go, no rescues, but this was a child.
"I know, Gambit. Pick the lock, we have to at least give them the way out. Be quiet though, so far we have been way too lucky." Cyclops took a defensive position behind Gambit, giving him the opportunity to pick the lock.
It only took seconds for Remy to break into the small lab room. He opened the door and slowly walked in towards the bed in the far corner. "Petite?" he whispered, moving the sheet from the small figure's face. His heart broke when the dead eyes of a small girl starred back at him. He could not imagine the horror the child went through in her short life.
Scott looked back into the room from his guard at the door way. "What is it Gambit?"
"She's gone." he whispered as he placed the sheet back over the girl's face.
"Don't worry, I killed her quick. Only took me about an hour." came the snide comment from the dark corner behind Gambit. "Knew if I put a kid in here you would walk in without thinking, punk."
Remy's body started trembling uncontrollably. He didn't need to turn around to know the owner of the gravelly voice. He had heard it in his nightmares practically all his life. Every learned instinct told him to turn around and fight, defend himself and his teammate, but his body had shut down. His mind refused to let him face the man now making his way across the room towards him.
Scott rushed into the room, shooting several optic blast at the Marauder, that were dodged or taken without a flinch. He couldn't understand why Gambit didn't move. "Get away from him! Gambit, move!" Scott yelled to no avail. He was quickly thrown against the wall next to him by the towering Marauder, rendering him unconscious.
Remy heard the command of his leader, but was too caught up in memory to obey. He slowly dropped to his knees in defeat when his leader slid down the wall and landed in a pile on the floor next to him. His breathing picked up as he slowly turned to look at the huge man standing behind him.
"You're not even going to fight, punk?" Creed laughed as he stalked over to the shaking body on the floor. He pulled Remy up to his feet by the back of his neck, relishing in the frightened yelps that escaped the young man's lips. He wrapped his powerful arms around the lithe body of the Cajun, pinning the thin body against his own chest, successfully rendering Gambit helpless. "You're making this way too easy, kid."
Remy was paralyzed in fear. He knew what would come next, he had lived it too many times in his life to forget. Creed had been a icon of terror in his life ever since he could remember. Every time he ran into the overgrown mutant it never ended well for him, he knew this time would be no different. He could feel Creed's erection against his leg and knew he would not escape the fate he had fell victim to before. Tears began to flow down Remy's face, it made him feel weak. He should be able to defend himself against the monster that held him captive but his body was numb with fear and memories.
Creed grinned maniacally. He could smell the fear pouring off the Cajun he held tightly in front of him. He wanted so badly to just pin the boy to the floor and take him, to hear him scream, to hear him beg for mercy. He wanted to smell the scent of blood come off of the boy like he had so many times before, but he knew now was not the time. "There's someone that wants to talk to you boy. Then we can have some fun." he snarled, walking Remy across the hall to a room that looked empty.
As they walked through the door, the room changed almost magically. The once bare room changed into a dimly lit office, complete with surveillance monitors and varies pieces of medical furniture. The chair at the head of the desk slowly swivelled to show the office's owner, Sinister. The mutant scientist starred at the young man in Creed's grasp triumphantly. "I see you have managed to separate him from the others, very good Sabretooth. You will be rewarded. Now we can proceed to the rest of the plan." The mad doctor stood and walked to a small tray near the desk. He picked up a long needle, then proceeded towards Remy. "Hold him." the scientist ordered.
"Non!" Remy yelled. He finally began kicking, trying to break from the hold Creed had him confined to. His mind would not let him fight Creed, but he was not going to let Sinister have him again. "Non! Stop! Logan! Logan, help me!" He continued to thrash and scream against the will of his captures.
"Hold him down Creed!" Sinister impatiently commanded.
Creed threw the Cajun to the floor on his stomach, grabbing hold of the young man's thrashing arms. He pulled them tightly behind the Cajun's back before securing the body to the floor with his own weight.
Finding his moment, Sinister knelt down and plunged the needle into Remy's exposed neck.
"Now hold him until he falls asleep. It may take a few moments, it always has with him. When he is unconscious and the others have entered the lab downstairs you know what to do. When you have finished this task go to the hidden room below and I will create your exit to the real lab."
"What if Logan follows, you know the runt's in love with the kid." Creed questioned, still pinning the numbing Cajun to the floor.
"If you finish your job correctly, he will not follow until it is too late. He will be too upset to chase you." Sinister answered as he picked up a small bag and created a portal.
"Fine. Can I at least have my fun with him first?" the feral mutant practically drooled at the thought of molesting the man beneath him again. He smiled when the doctor nodded.
"I do not care what is done to him as long as the plan is followed through and he does not die until it is time." Sinister exited through the tesseract and disappeared, not willing to witness Creed's cruel abuse.
Finally finding himself alone Creed took the opportunity to catch the Cajun before he fell under the effects of the drugs. He leaned over the thin frame and dragged his flat tongue across Remy's face, causing Remy's breathing to hitch. "Still with me? Good, let's have some fun while your friends get into place. I want them all there to see your pretty face when I slice it open."
Victor wasted no time in tearing open the back of Remy's uniform with his sharp claws. "That's new," he muttered to himself, seeing the tattoo on Remy's left buttock. Not really caring the meaning, he shrugged it off and continued his assault. Opening his pants he removed his weeping cock with a sigh of relief. It ached for release from holding the boy so close all this time.
"Ready for me, boy?" he growled into Remy's ear. The young man was too far gone to answer, but the smell of fear rolled off Remy so strong that Creed was sure the Cajun was still conscious. Knowing the boy would put up no struggle, he released the Cajun's arms before pulling up on his victim's hips. Without warning he began forcing his enormous cock into Remy tight body, causing a scream of agony to fill the room before the Cajun's body fell limply to the floor.
The oblivious nature of his victim did not stop Creed from continuing his attack. He roughly pumped in and out, causing a trail of blood to run down onto the remains of Remy's torn uniform. Sabretooth roared as he pushed once more into the unconscious body, releasing his fluids deep into Remy's sleeping body. He knelt there for several minutes, still buried to the hilt, breathing hard in his sick afterglow.
"Was it good for you?" Creed smirked. He pulled his still erect cock and dropped Remy to the floor. While readjusting himself he watched screens that showed different angles of the fake lab below. All the X-Men had met in the center of the building, save two, Cyclops and Gambit. The Marauders lay defeated on the cold metal floor scattered amongst computers spitting sparks. A stumbling Cyclops finally made his way into the view of the camera. "About time." Creed walked over to the still form on the floor and hoisted the younger man over his shoulder. "Showtime, punk."
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"Scott!" Jean yelled, running to her husband's side. "Honey, are you alright? You're bleeding."
Logan ran over to the small crowd that was developing around their leader, noticing the absence of his lover. "Where's Remy?" He began frantically looking around and down the hall that Scott came from, believing that his lover would be right behind his teammate. "Cyke! Answer me! Where's Remy?"
"Wolverine, I don't know. We saw a child in one of the rooms. When we went in to rescue her she was already dead. It turned out to be a trap. Sabretooth was in the room. He knocked me out. When I came to Gambit wasn't there." Scott let out a small groan and fell to the floor in agony after the swift explanation.
"Scott!" Jean dropped down next to her husband, followed by Hank. "We need to get him to the Blackbird, he's hurt."
"We are not leaving without Remy!" Logan growled in warning.
"The traitor probably just started talking to his old friend Sabretooth and decided to stay." Warren sneered.
Logan was about to argue, but Scott beat him to it. "Warren shut up for once! Gambit didn't talk to Sabretooth, and he is not staying!" He grabbed his head again as he felt his headache worsening. He looked up at his longtime teammate. "I'm sorry Logan."
"We have to find him, he has to be here. I won't leave without him. If you leave, I will stay here." Logan vowed.
Storm walked over, placing her hand on Logan's shoulder. A sign she was staying with Logan if the others left. "Logan's right, we cannot leave him behind. We did that once before and it nearly killed my brother. I will not let him suffer again."
Hank spoke up, hoping to defuse the growing argument. "I will take Scott to the Blackbird, Jean will accompany me. The rest of you should look for Gambit. When you find him return to the plane."
"Let me save you some trouble." came the familiar voice from the opposite side of the lab.
"Creed." Logan growled and turned around, unsheathing his claws. He was ready to charge his long time enemy, but stopped seeing that the Marauder was not alone. Sabretooth stood in front of the team holding a sedated Remy roughly by his hair.
"Creed, let him go." Logan growled as he slowly walked towards his lover's capture.
Creed gave Logan a smile, showing him his fangs. "I'm just here to give you a message from the boss. He said that you need to stop destroying his labs or this will happen every time you do." He yanked on the Cajun's hair, pulling the unconscious body to eye level for all to see before ramming his claws through Remy's back. The vicious attack sent blood rushing down the pale body onto the floor. Creed used the moment of shock to make his escape. "Here, Sinister said you could keep this. We're all done with it." He threw Remy's motionless body to the floor and took off running down the hall.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Logan howled into the empty room, running towards his lover's lifeless body. The room was filled with countless other cries of shock, but Logan could not hear them. He could not feel the others try to comfort him, try to talk to him. He could only stare at the cold body that he held so close. He begged for any God that would listen to return his lover's breath, heart beat, life. He felt himself quickly losing control to his feral side, but he didn't care. The only thing he truly cared about was laying in his arms, limp, bleeding, dead.