BLIND LOVE 2
Author's Note: This is not for the feint of heart. This is slightly graphic, and it does contain adult themes and situations. So if you're under the age of seventeen, please don't read this. Rape is a serious issue for many women today, and I believe that it should be addressed in some way. It's wrong, plain and simple. So guys don't do it, because all it leaves is heartache, fear and pain. Just think about what you're doing before someone gets hurt. Please.
Remy was asleep when he heard the front door open. He was awakened to the sounds of heavy footsteps, ringing down the hall. He opened his eyes, trying to readjust his blurry vision. As soon as his eyes were focused, he looked around the large room. He could discern that Logan had brought him back.
He listened to the sounds of high heels clacking against the heavily tiled floor. As the sounds approached closer, he tried standing in order to greet the guest. He was sure that it was Rogue, and he wanted to apologize. He wanted to make things right.
He tried standing up, and he ended up falling face first to the ground. He glanced up as far as he could, and noticed a pair of red pumps. He tried concentrating on the shoes, but he quickly passed out.
Storm stood before Remy, trying to figure out what she was going to do with him. She tried to decide on whether or not she was going to leave him, or if she was going to try to drag him to his room. Not wanting to leave him on the uncomfortable floor, she decided to help him to his room.
Why did he always do this to himself? Why did he drink so much? Storm hated it when he would drink through his problems, instead of talking about them. She was sure that the cause of grief of this time, was none other than the woman who caused him heartache on a very regular basis. Rogue. She had no doubt that the two lovebirds got into some kind of argument.
*I really wish that they would get their acts together. I'm sick of trying to clean up their messes.
Storm bent down to grab Remy's arm, and pulled on it with all of might. He was a lot heavier than she thought, so she nudged him until he opened up his eyes. Storm looked into his eyes and tried to get him to stand on his feet. At first he looked at her as if he didn't understand what she was saying. Nonetheless, he stood on his feet, as slowly and carefully as he could.
With a lot of stumbling and a bunch of falling, they finally made it to his room. Suddenly he became angry, and snatched his arm away from Storm. He looked at the young woman with scorn, and pointed his long finger towards the bed. She assumed that Remy meant that he wanted to get into his bed, and go to sleep. So she walked over to where he was standing, and took hold of his arm. She tried to lead him to the bed, and he snatched his arm away once again.
Storm was beginning to get a little perturbed, and she looked away briefly wondering if she should just leave. What she didn't see was Remy raising his hand in the air, preparing to hit her. So when she turned around, the force of the hit sent her sprawling on Remy's bed. She could literally see stars, as she tried to sit back up. Why did he do that? She knew that Remy was drunk, but he had never hit her before. Ever. Today was the first day that he had ever laid his hands abuseingly on Storm, and it had really hurt her. It wasn't just the physical pain that had hurt her, but it was the emotional pain that had really hurt her.
She was just beginning to regain her composure, when Remy jumped on top of her. He was straddling her, and quickly grabbed both of her wrists. She didn't realize that Gambit could still possess that cat like stealth, even when he was drunk. He squeezed her wrist tightly, and simply smiled down at her. She knew that she should've been afraid, but she was sure that her voice would be able to calm him down. So she began to speak.
"Remy, what's wrong?"
"T..Take..Take..Your."
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"Off."
"Remy could you please get off of me, you're hurting me."
"Good. See how feels. To hurt."
"Remy you're scaring me."
"Take off."
"Remy?"
"Take off clothes now."
"Remy don't make me use my powers on you, because I will!"
"You won't. I will charge up. Now take them off!"
Storm couldn't believe her ears, and decided that what he needed was to be given a little shock to wake him up. So her eyes clouded over, and the static electricity flooded through her body. She was just about to send down the thunderbolt, until she realized that her molecules had been interrupted. Her eyes turned back to normal, and she looked up at Remy.
She glanced over to where he was holding her right wrist, and could tell that he had lightly charged her arm up. She became frightened and decided that she would call for help. However, it was like Remy was reading her thoughts, and it was like he knew that she was going to call out to any telepath within hearing distant. So he suddenly raised his hand, and backslapped her so hard. A red mark started to show on her face, and she was temporarily unconscious. He took this as an advantage, and began to roughly remove her clothes.
With the speed of a cougar, he had removed his clothes as well. Storm was suddenly awakened when she felt him, raping her brutally and viciously. When she came to Remy placed his left hand over her mouth, as he continued to rape her over and over again.
Tears fell from her face, and she realized how helpless she really was. She tried calling out to someone with her mind. It was a scream that went unheard, because neither Charles or Jean wasn't in the mansion. She didn't know what to do. She tried to use her powers, but somehow Remy's powers dampened her powers. There was also the fact that he would blow her up, if she so much as tried to use her powers. Then there was the fact that he was drunk, and she didn't want him to accidentally blow her up. So she lay there under him, shuddering every time that he touched her.
She hated Remy at that moment, and she had never hated anyone as much as she did now. He was supposed to be my friend. One of her best friends, and what he was doing was inconceivable. She prayed that it would end soon, but it seemed that he didn't want to stop. She promised herself that she was going to deep fry his butt, as soon as he removed himself from her. She intended on hurting him, but he just kept on going and going.
Logan was asleep in his bed, when he suddenly bolted from his bed. Something was not right. He sniffed the air, and soon realized that he smelled the smell of arousal. However that was impossible. Jean and Scott were out of town. Charles and Hank were on some kind convention. Remy and Rogue were fighting, plus there was the fact that she could not be touched literally. Then there was Storm, and she never brought home a man before. Lastly there was him.
The only person that would be giving off that scent would've been Remy, but that was impossible because he had brought Remy home himself. So why was he smelling the smell of arousal. He thought that he had got it wrong, so he sniffed the air again, deeper this time.
Arousal. Brut cologne. Lust. Pantene. Sweat. Silk. Remy. Fear. Remy. Fear. Remy. Storm.
*Storm?
FEAR.
*What's going on?
FEAR.
Logan slowly realized what his nose had been trying to tell him, and he bolted out the door. He ran as quickly as he could to Remy's room. He burst through the door, and nearly had a heart attack at the sight that stood before him.
Both Remy and Storm were naked, and sweaty. They didn't stop what they were doing, and only intensified their lovemaking as loudly as ever. They both looked like they were enjoying themselves. Logan looked away embarrassed to have interrupted such a loving moment, and he turned to leave. Then his nose stopped him once again.
FEAR.
The nose never lies, and so he unsheathed his claws. He pounced on Remy in an instant, and for a moment Remy looked really confused. They knocked over a table, and a small lamp landed next to Remy's head. When Remy realized what had happened he became angry. Since he didn't have his jacket he grabbed the lamp, and began trying to charge it up. Logan knew what he was trying to do, and tried to take the lamp away from him. He successfully took the lamp, from Remy. Logan threw the lamp at Remy, but it missed him and landed on the bed with soft thud.
Logan raised a balled fist into the air, and was ready to strike him down once and for all. As soon as he was about to plummet his claws through Remy's heart, a voice stopped him cold.
Storm.
"Logan! Don't do it please."
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't ghost him right now."
"Logan he is drunk."
"What kind of excuse is that Storm?"
"Logan.Please don't."
"Darlin, he hurt you."
"Yeah she's not tha only one." Both Logan and Storm looked up to see Rogue standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes. She looked over at Storm, and started walking towards her. She grabbed a blanket, and placed it over the quivering lady.
"Logan do what ever yah want I don't care."
He turned back to the Cajun, and was surprised when Remy used the lamp against him. Remy held the lamp, and smashed it over Logan's head. He used the distraction to get back to his feet, and he jumped out of his bedroom window. He forgot that he was on the second story, but he jumped down and continued to run away into the night.
Logan was about to pursue him, and he was about to jump out of the window when a voice stopped him cold.
"Logan please don't. Let's just forget that this ever happened."
"How in the hell can I do that? I am going to kill him, and I won't be merciful about it."
"Logan drop it. You will not kill anybody. What he did was inexcusable. As team leader of this team, you are ordered not to lay one finger on that man! Promise me."
"Ro you know that I can't promise that."
"Look as far as Remy is concerned, he is no longer welcomed in this house. As of immediately he is no longer a member of the X-men. I will be fine, and I don't want either one of you going after Remy. I'm sure he knows that he's no longer wanted here. Logan and Rogue, I want you to promise me that you won't go looking for him. Promise me."
"Sure thing sugar."
"Yeah Ro, but if he comes back to this mansion. I will promise ya that I won't hesitate to kill him. Ya got that. Now put some clothes on, and I'll call Hank to come back to give you a check up."
Both Logan and Rogue walked out of the room, and Storm called out Wolverine's name.
"Logan please stay. I'm scared."
"Rogue could you please call Hank for me."
"Um ok."
"How are you feeling about all of this darlin?"
"Heartbroken, but I will survive."
"That's my girl."
Rogue turned out of the room, and Logan walked over to Storm. He sat on the bed on the side of her. He wanted to hug her, but he was afraid of the damage that he'd do to her, so he stayed put. He stood up and walked over to her dresser, and pulled out some warm clothes. He handed them to her and she went into the bathroom to dress. Once she was finished she came back out and lay down on the bed.
She reached out for Logan's hand, and tightly held on to it. It seemed like she was afraid that he would leave her. Logan knew that wild horses couldn't make him leave this room. He looked down at her, and noticed that she was fast asleep. She had been through a lot today, and Logan knew that he would have to be by her side no matter what. Logan felt sorry for the young woman, because she had been through so much. First she witnessed the death of her mother, which is why she suffers from claustrophobia. Then the one man that she ever loved had decided not to marry her. Now one of her best friends just raped her, as if she was nothing more than some slut on the street. She deserved better than that, and Logan would get his revenge in due time.
Logan leaned down to softly kiss her forehead, and when he came up her grip on his hand tightened. Logan knew that she trusted him, and he knew that she strongly believed that. He made a promise to himself that he would always be a man that she could trust. He also made the promise that Remy would get his, no matter what.
Author's Note: This is not for the feint of heart. This is slightly graphic, and it does contain adult themes and situations. So if you're under the age of seventeen, please don't read this. Rape is a serious issue for many women today, and I believe that it should be addressed in some way. It's wrong, plain and simple. So guys don't do it, because all it leaves is heartache, fear and pain. Just think about what you're doing before someone gets hurt. Please.
Remy was asleep when he heard the front door open. He was awakened to the sounds of heavy footsteps, ringing down the hall. He opened his eyes, trying to readjust his blurry vision. As soon as his eyes were focused, he looked around the large room. He could discern that Logan had brought him back.
He listened to the sounds of high heels clacking against the heavily tiled floor. As the sounds approached closer, he tried standing in order to greet the guest. He was sure that it was Rogue, and he wanted to apologize. He wanted to make things right.
He tried standing up, and he ended up falling face first to the ground. He glanced up as far as he could, and noticed a pair of red pumps. He tried concentrating on the shoes, but he quickly passed out.
Storm stood before Remy, trying to figure out what she was going to do with him. She tried to decide on whether or not she was going to leave him, or if she was going to try to drag him to his room. Not wanting to leave him on the uncomfortable floor, she decided to help him to his room.
Why did he always do this to himself? Why did he drink so much? Storm hated it when he would drink through his problems, instead of talking about them. She was sure that the cause of grief of this time, was none other than the woman who caused him heartache on a very regular basis. Rogue. She had no doubt that the two lovebirds got into some kind of argument.
*I really wish that they would get their acts together. I'm sick of trying to clean up their messes.
Storm bent down to grab Remy's arm, and pulled on it with all of might. He was a lot heavier than she thought, so she nudged him until he opened up his eyes. Storm looked into his eyes and tried to get him to stand on his feet. At first he looked at her as if he didn't understand what she was saying. Nonetheless, he stood on his feet, as slowly and carefully as he could.
With a lot of stumbling and a bunch of falling, they finally made it to his room. Suddenly he became angry, and snatched his arm away from Storm. He looked at the young woman with scorn, and pointed his long finger towards the bed. She assumed that Remy meant that he wanted to get into his bed, and go to sleep. So she walked over to where he was standing, and took hold of his arm. She tried to lead him to the bed, and he snatched his arm away once again.
Storm was beginning to get a little perturbed, and she looked away briefly wondering if she should just leave. What she didn't see was Remy raising his hand in the air, preparing to hit her. So when she turned around, the force of the hit sent her sprawling on Remy's bed. She could literally see stars, as she tried to sit back up. Why did he do that? She knew that Remy was drunk, but he had never hit her before. Ever. Today was the first day that he had ever laid his hands abuseingly on Storm, and it had really hurt her. It wasn't just the physical pain that had hurt her, but it was the emotional pain that had really hurt her.
She was just beginning to regain her composure, when Remy jumped on top of her. He was straddling her, and quickly grabbed both of her wrists. She didn't realize that Gambit could still possess that cat like stealth, even when he was drunk. He squeezed her wrist tightly, and simply smiled down at her. She knew that she should've been afraid, but she was sure that her voice would be able to calm him down. So she began to speak.
"Remy, what's wrong?"
"T..Take..Take..Your."
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"Off."
"Remy could you please get off of me, you're hurting me."
"Good. See how feels. To hurt."
"Remy you're scaring me."
"Take off."
"Remy?"
"Take off clothes now."
"Remy don't make me use my powers on you, because I will!"
"You won't. I will charge up. Now take them off!"
Storm couldn't believe her ears, and decided that what he needed was to be given a little shock to wake him up. So her eyes clouded over, and the static electricity flooded through her body. She was just about to send down the thunderbolt, until she realized that her molecules had been interrupted. Her eyes turned back to normal, and she looked up at Remy.
She glanced over to where he was holding her right wrist, and could tell that he had lightly charged her arm up. She became frightened and decided that she would call for help. However, it was like Remy was reading her thoughts, and it was like he knew that she was going to call out to any telepath within hearing distant. So he suddenly raised his hand, and backslapped her so hard. A red mark started to show on her face, and she was temporarily unconscious. He took this as an advantage, and began to roughly remove her clothes.
With the speed of a cougar, he had removed his clothes as well. Storm was suddenly awakened when she felt him, raping her brutally and viciously. When she came to Remy placed his left hand over her mouth, as he continued to rape her over and over again.
Tears fell from her face, and she realized how helpless she really was. She tried calling out to someone with her mind. It was a scream that went unheard, because neither Charles or Jean wasn't in the mansion. She didn't know what to do. She tried to use her powers, but somehow Remy's powers dampened her powers. There was also the fact that he would blow her up, if she so much as tried to use her powers. Then there was the fact that he was drunk, and she didn't want him to accidentally blow her up. So she lay there under him, shuddering every time that he touched her.
She hated Remy at that moment, and she had never hated anyone as much as she did now. He was supposed to be my friend. One of her best friends, and what he was doing was inconceivable. She prayed that it would end soon, but it seemed that he didn't want to stop. She promised herself that she was going to deep fry his butt, as soon as he removed himself from her. She intended on hurting him, but he just kept on going and going.
Logan was asleep in his bed, when he suddenly bolted from his bed. Something was not right. He sniffed the air, and soon realized that he smelled the smell of arousal. However that was impossible. Jean and Scott were out of town. Charles and Hank were on some kind convention. Remy and Rogue were fighting, plus there was the fact that she could not be touched literally. Then there was Storm, and she never brought home a man before. Lastly there was him.
The only person that would be giving off that scent would've been Remy, but that was impossible because he had brought Remy home himself. So why was he smelling the smell of arousal. He thought that he had got it wrong, so he sniffed the air again, deeper this time.
Arousal. Brut cologne. Lust. Pantene. Sweat. Silk. Remy. Fear. Remy. Fear. Remy. Storm.
*Storm?
FEAR.
*What's going on?
FEAR.
Logan slowly realized what his nose had been trying to tell him, and he bolted out the door. He ran as quickly as he could to Remy's room. He burst through the door, and nearly had a heart attack at the sight that stood before him.
Both Remy and Storm were naked, and sweaty. They didn't stop what they were doing, and only intensified their lovemaking as loudly as ever. They both looked like they were enjoying themselves. Logan looked away embarrassed to have interrupted such a loving moment, and he turned to leave. Then his nose stopped him once again.
FEAR.
The nose never lies, and so he unsheathed his claws. He pounced on Remy in an instant, and for a moment Remy looked really confused. They knocked over a table, and a small lamp landed next to Remy's head. When Remy realized what had happened he became angry. Since he didn't have his jacket he grabbed the lamp, and began trying to charge it up. Logan knew what he was trying to do, and tried to take the lamp away from him. He successfully took the lamp, from Remy. Logan threw the lamp at Remy, but it missed him and landed on the bed with soft thud.
Logan raised a balled fist into the air, and was ready to strike him down once and for all. As soon as he was about to plummet his claws through Remy's heart, a voice stopped him cold.
Storm.
"Logan! Don't do it please."
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't ghost him right now."
"Logan he is drunk."
"What kind of excuse is that Storm?"
"Logan.Please don't."
"Darlin, he hurt you."
"Yeah she's not tha only one." Both Logan and Storm looked up to see Rogue standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes. She looked over at Storm, and started walking towards her. She grabbed a blanket, and placed it over the quivering lady.
"Logan do what ever yah want I don't care."
He turned back to the Cajun, and was surprised when Remy used the lamp against him. Remy held the lamp, and smashed it over Logan's head. He used the distraction to get back to his feet, and he jumped out of his bedroom window. He forgot that he was on the second story, but he jumped down and continued to run away into the night.
Logan was about to pursue him, and he was about to jump out of the window when a voice stopped him cold.
"Logan please don't. Let's just forget that this ever happened."
"How in the hell can I do that? I am going to kill him, and I won't be merciful about it."
"Logan drop it. You will not kill anybody. What he did was inexcusable. As team leader of this team, you are ordered not to lay one finger on that man! Promise me."
"Ro you know that I can't promise that."
"Look as far as Remy is concerned, he is no longer welcomed in this house. As of immediately he is no longer a member of the X-men. I will be fine, and I don't want either one of you going after Remy. I'm sure he knows that he's no longer wanted here. Logan and Rogue, I want you to promise me that you won't go looking for him. Promise me."
"Sure thing sugar."
"Yeah Ro, but if he comes back to this mansion. I will promise ya that I won't hesitate to kill him. Ya got that. Now put some clothes on, and I'll call Hank to come back to give you a check up."
Both Logan and Rogue walked out of the room, and Storm called out Wolverine's name.
"Logan please stay. I'm scared."
"Rogue could you please call Hank for me."
"Um ok."
"How are you feeling about all of this darlin?"
"Heartbroken, but I will survive."
"That's my girl."
Rogue turned out of the room, and Logan walked over to Storm. He sat on the bed on the side of her. He wanted to hug her, but he was afraid of the damage that he'd do to her, so he stayed put. He stood up and walked over to her dresser, and pulled out some warm clothes. He handed them to her and she went into the bathroom to dress. Once she was finished she came back out and lay down on the bed.
She reached out for Logan's hand, and tightly held on to it. It seemed like she was afraid that he would leave her. Logan knew that wild horses couldn't make him leave this room. He looked down at her, and noticed that she was fast asleep. She had been through a lot today, and Logan knew that he would have to be by her side no matter what. Logan felt sorry for the young woman, because she had been through so much. First she witnessed the death of her mother, which is why she suffers from claustrophobia. Then the one man that she ever loved had decided not to marry her. Now one of her best friends just raped her, as if she was nothing more than some slut on the street. She deserved better than that, and Logan would get his revenge in due time.
Logan leaned down to softly kiss her forehead, and when he came up her grip on his hand tightened. Logan knew that she trusted him, and he knew that she strongly believed that. He made a promise to himself that he would always be a man that she could trust. He also made the promise that Remy would get his, no matter what.
