Chapter 10
At a small motel
Todd climbed out of the shower, trying to scrub the scent of the Congressman off his body; Magneto always left Pietro and him assignments at the motel when a mission was failed; it was their 'punishment'.
This time Todd had been sent to a Congressman Phelps from New York, Magneto was trying to gain blackmail and support within Congress. Sighing Todd started to dress, he was routinely sent as a small 'present' to gain their support, luckily, it was usually only once, but he had heard from Magneto that those he visited were requesting his return. None of his skills had waned on the street and he still knew every whore's trick in the book.
He had thought he had gotten away from his former life, had built a new one, but here he was again, whoring himself, but for a different reason, he simply had nowhere else to go. The X-geeks had already proven they thought him lower then scum and as much as he hated it, he still needed a master figure, someone to tell him what to do.
Mystique had fulfilled that role for awhile, had even helped him rebuild enough to make some decisions on his own, but she was gone and Magneto had taken her place. He didn't care as long as his customers/clients were satisfied.
He had showered, dressed, and changed into the man's desire, when he got cleaned up it was amazing the transformation that took place. He winced as he pulled on his pants and shirt, Phelps had not been gentle, he could already see the bruises on his hips forming, and some bite marks other places.
Both his wrists had some rope burns and he was not going to have an easy time walking for awhile, sighing he swore under his breath as he dressed, "Bastard" he wasn't sure if he was referring to Magneto or the Congressman.
As he gently set himself on the bed and grabbed the remote for the tv, the door to the room opened and Pietro came in. His face was a mask, but Todd could see the emotions just beneath the surface. "How'd it go 'Tro?"
Collapsing on the bed next to Todd he sighed, "I couldn't do it! He wanted me to kill a congressman with unsure standing about the mutant registration act, but I would have had to do it in front of his little kid. I watched the guy play with him, hug him, kiss him, praise him, and I couldn't do it, I couldn't take this man away from his son."
Todd stroked his silver hair once, "So what did you do?"
"I warned him, I warned him that a power hungry mutant was out for him, and....and I begged him to be careful for his son, a father is something no one should have to lose so young." He sighed and rolled over now carefully looking Todd over, "How are you, don't even try to lie to me."
Averting his eyes Todd shrugged, "I'm fine 'Tro, you know I'm used to it, he was just a little rough."
Pietro's eyes narrowed because Todd's definition of 'a little rough' was most people's of utterly sadistic. Putting a finger under his chin he tilted Todd's eyes to meet his, "How bad love?" He nearly whispered it, not allowing Todd to look away from his eyes.
Two green eyes looked sadly back at him, tears gathering at the corners and spilling down his cheeks.
Quickly Pietro pulled Todd to him, cradling the smaller mutant against him as he cried, "We'll get out love, we will get out."
Todd laughed bitterly through his tears, "We'll never be able to leave 'Tro, where would we go? Our only real family is Lance and we can't leave him; it's not like the X-Geeks would ever consider either of us for their little club."
He held one hand up to his head as he continued, "I can feel myself changing 'Tro, and it scares me, I don't know what is going on, it terrifies me I am turning into something I won't be able to control." He sniffled into Pietro's shirt, holding it like a lifeline.
Sighing Pietro just ran his hands in soothing circles over Todd's back "We will find a way Todd, we can even talk to Lance, hell, we can even beg Baldy if the need comes but we will get out and soon."
As Todd's breathing evened out Pietro could feel him falling asleep, wrapping his arms more tightly around him Pietro slid down next to him and for once they both fell into a sleep free from nightmares.
At the Boarding House
Magneto looked through the documentation that had been sent to him, he smirked as he saw yet another name he could add to his list of supporters in Congress; between Toad and Quicksilver his support was rapidly growing.
Feeling a movement against his thigh he looked down, he mustn't forget about his pet, it had taken awhile to break the boy but now he was perfect, subservient and submissive to a tee.
Magneto glanced around the room, he loved the way everything in it bent to his will, including the teen by his feet. His black shirt and pants were meticulous again, no sign that they had ever been removed, and his silver mane of hair was without a stray hair.
A purr came from Lance's throat as Magneto drew his hand through his hair; Lance knew how the noise pleased his Lord, and he only wanted to do just that. He was currently kneeling next to his Lord's chair with his head resting against his thigh, eyes down at the floor respectfully, and his hands clasped behind his back.
He wore a pair of very low cut soft fleece chinos that didn't quite cover his hips, they were a rich brown and as soft as sin. They had been a present from Lord Magneto.
His wrists were raw from where the metal posts on the bed had wrapped around them and there were some bruises on his hips, along with the dark welts from earlier, but Lance believed he deserved it, he had after all failed him, and failure must be punished.
He felt his hip still stinging a little where he had a new tattoo resting, his Lord had given it to him. It was an intricately designed EL in Celtic script, looking almost like a winding bunch of leaves. You almost had to know what you were looking for to see the initials; it was done in shades of green and brown, like vines.
The older mutant looked down examining the markings that were now all over Lance's hip, it was superb work, and the boy had not even flinched or moved away when he ordered him not to, soon he would have complete control.
Lance nuzzled his thigh as he considered how forgiving his Lord was, he had not let Sabertooth have him, even after his large failure. The markings on his hip just confirmed he belonged to his Lord, he was cared for. The X-men would never care, his Lord had assured him, they just wanted to use him; his Lord was his support, and his family's support. Todd and Pietro just wouldn't understand, that was the reason they could never know.
Magneto gave a dark half smile as he felt him, checking the metal clock in the room he sighed maliciously, "Sorry, pet there isn't enough time to play with you today, go get dressed and return."
Lance stood up and kept his eyes on the floor, bowing quickly as he stood, "Of course my Lord." With this he hurried to the small closet where he was allowed some possessions, he quickly pulled out a pair of dark chocolate brown pants that hugged his lower body, a light cream button up shirt with a high collar and long open sleeves, and a pair of soft brown leather wrist cuffs that neatly covered up the raw skin on his wrists and hands. He quickly laid the clothes out on the bed looking for approval from his Lord. Magneto nodded at Lance, pleased with the combination.
He quickly pulled them on and brushed his hair out of his face, it fell in short soft waves around his face making him look younger and accentuating his golden brown eyes and high cheekbones.
Once he was dressed Lance immediately returned to Magneto's side; Magneto stood and held out his arms; he had left the cuffs on the shirt unbuttoned. Lance stepped forward and carefully buttoned both the cuffs on the black shirt folding them over carefully. Once he was done he quickly retrieved his Lord's shoes and set them neatly on the ground in front of him.
Magneto looked at the teen in front of him and made a satisfied noise in his head, there were still a few fires of independence, and of himself in those eyes, but they were merely down to flickers now, he had nearly broken the boy. Soon he would have another perfect slave to follow orders like Todd, and Pietro, and with their powers expanding at the exponential rate because of his genetic manipulation they would soon be very powerful.
"Will you fail me again Rocky? I will not be so lenient next time." He held in a smirk as he watched the small tremors pass through Lance as he replied, "Never, my Lord, I will not fail you again."
"Good, I would hate to let Sabertooth have his 'fun' again. Take the formula laid out for you, and I will contact you later with information, your powers are stabilizing well, now we simply raise them." Magneto watched as Lance visibly paled and then brightened under the threat of Sabertooth and the backhanded praise. He truly was a master manipulator.
Locking the papers back into the metal desk with a wave of his had he turned and walked out of the room; Lance followed a few paces behind, carefully locking the door after them.
Quickly following his Lord downstairs Lance waited by the door. Magneto smirked as he quickly crushed the smaller teen underneath him reopening a small wound on his lip as he brutally crushed his mouth. "Until next time Rocky." With this Magneto swept out the door leaving a nearly broken boy to try and recollect himself.
At the Mansion
Mystique rubbed her eyes tiredly after voicing her question, she could feel Gambit and Pyro tensing behind her, their next steps all revolved around what the four X-men had to say.
The silence in the room seemed to drag on before Logan snorted, "How do we know that this ain't a trick to lure us somewhere with sad little stories. It would be just like you and your little band." He jerked his head at the two Acolytes though he also seemed to be including the three brotherhood members in his assessment.
Logan continued on his little interrogation; "Why aren't they here then? If they really needed help then they would have come, the gate is always open to mutants, his policy not mine." Logan gestured at the Professor and then turned to glare at her.
It shocked everyone in the room when Mystique didn't rise to the bait, she sighed and stood up glancing at the two behind her, "I take it that is your answer. Well then, you've been warned, those three could be your downfall and you cannot see it. I am not surprised, you've rejected each one of them, and that is why I am here and they are not. Do you really think they are so dumb as to come to a place where they have already been kicked once? At least with Magneto they know what to expect, even if it is prostitution, assassination, and rape."
Mystique caught the almost imperceptible flinches that crossed a few faces as she calmly laid it all out. Turning to Pyro and Gambit she spoke, "You are welcome to go where you wish....."
Gambit stood cutting her off, "I'm comin' wit ya." Pyro stood as well also conveying the fact he wasn't going anywhere.
A rare sad smile flitted across her face she had expected Gambit to stay, but Pyro as well, they might stand at least stand a snowball's chance in hell.
As they strode out the door a soft voice called to them, "Wait, please."
Turning Mystique saw Storm was the one to call to her, and there was an angry look marring her face as she glared at Logan and nudged the Professor with her hand.
The Professor steepled his fingers and looked at them seriously, "We will help."
"We will have to move now, Magneto has probably just left the boarding house and Pietro and Todd should be arriving soon from their makeup missions, we need to get all three at once, because if I am right Pietro and Todd are the only thing that can make Lance come with us. At least one of them is going to need medical attention, so if McCoy and yourself could stay and the other two come it would work best."
Xavier nodded following Mystique's logic, he swiveled to face the three other X-men, "Hank, please go ready the infirmary for patients, I will come help you; Ororo and Logan if you would go with those three and collect them."
Storm nodded walking over to Mystique and Logan just growled under his breath storming through the door and grabbing the keys to the X-jeep. Together the five left, each lost in their own thoughts of what would happen next.
At a small motel
Todd climbed out of the shower, trying to scrub the scent of the Congressman off his body; Magneto always left Pietro and him assignments at the motel when a mission was failed; it was their 'punishment'.
This time Todd had been sent to a Congressman Phelps from New York, Magneto was trying to gain blackmail and support within Congress. Sighing Todd started to dress, he was routinely sent as a small 'present' to gain their support, luckily, it was usually only once, but he had heard from Magneto that those he visited were requesting his return. None of his skills had waned on the street and he still knew every whore's trick in the book.
He had thought he had gotten away from his former life, had built a new one, but here he was again, whoring himself, but for a different reason, he simply had nowhere else to go. The X-geeks had already proven they thought him lower then scum and as much as he hated it, he still needed a master figure, someone to tell him what to do.
Mystique had fulfilled that role for awhile, had even helped him rebuild enough to make some decisions on his own, but she was gone and Magneto had taken her place. He didn't care as long as his customers/clients were satisfied.
He had showered, dressed, and changed into the man's desire, when he got cleaned up it was amazing the transformation that took place. He winced as he pulled on his pants and shirt, Phelps had not been gentle, he could already see the bruises on his hips forming, and some bite marks other places.
Both his wrists had some rope burns and he was not going to have an easy time walking for awhile, sighing he swore under his breath as he dressed, "Bastard" he wasn't sure if he was referring to Magneto or the Congressman.
As he gently set himself on the bed and grabbed the remote for the tv, the door to the room opened and Pietro came in. His face was a mask, but Todd could see the emotions just beneath the surface. "How'd it go 'Tro?"
Collapsing on the bed next to Todd he sighed, "I couldn't do it! He wanted me to kill a congressman with unsure standing about the mutant registration act, but I would have had to do it in front of his little kid. I watched the guy play with him, hug him, kiss him, praise him, and I couldn't do it, I couldn't take this man away from his son."
Todd stroked his silver hair once, "So what did you do?"
"I warned him, I warned him that a power hungry mutant was out for him, and....and I begged him to be careful for his son, a father is something no one should have to lose so young." He sighed and rolled over now carefully looking Todd over, "How are you, don't even try to lie to me."
Averting his eyes Todd shrugged, "I'm fine 'Tro, you know I'm used to it, he was just a little rough."
Pietro's eyes narrowed because Todd's definition of 'a little rough' was most people's of utterly sadistic. Putting a finger under his chin he tilted Todd's eyes to meet his, "How bad love?" He nearly whispered it, not allowing Todd to look away from his eyes.
Two green eyes looked sadly back at him, tears gathering at the corners and spilling down his cheeks.
Quickly Pietro pulled Todd to him, cradling the smaller mutant against him as he cried, "We'll get out love, we will get out."
Todd laughed bitterly through his tears, "We'll never be able to leave 'Tro, where would we go? Our only real family is Lance and we can't leave him; it's not like the X-Geeks would ever consider either of us for their little club."
He held one hand up to his head as he continued, "I can feel myself changing 'Tro, and it scares me, I don't know what is going on, it terrifies me I am turning into something I won't be able to control." He sniffled into Pietro's shirt, holding it like a lifeline.
Sighing Pietro just ran his hands in soothing circles over Todd's back "We will find a way Todd, we can even talk to Lance, hell, we can even beg Baldy if the need comes but we will get out and soon."
As Todd's breathing evened out Pietro could feel him falling asleep, wrapping his arms more tightly around him Pietro slid down next to him and for once they both fell into a sleep free from nightmares.
At the Boarding House
Magneto looked through the documentation that had been sent to him, he smirked as he saw yet another name he could add to his list of supporters in Congress; between Toad and Quicksilver his support was rapidly growing.
Feeling a movement against his thigh he looked down, he mustn't forget about his pet, it had taken awhile to break the boy but now he was perfect, subservient and submissive to a tee.
Magneto glanced around the room, he loved the way everything in it bent to his will, including the teen by his feet. His black shirt and pants were meticulous again, no sign that they had ever been removed, and his silver mane of hair was without a stray hair.
A purr came from Lance's throat as Magneto drew his hand through his hair; Lance knew how the noise pleased his Lord, and he only wanted to do just that. He was currently kneeling next to his Lord's chair with his head resting against his thigh, eyes down at the floor respectfully, and his hands clasped behind his back.
He wore a pair of very low cut soft fleece chinos that didn't quite cover his hips, they were a rich brown and as soft as sin. They had been a present from Lord Magneto.
His wrists were raw from where the metal posts on the bed had wrapped around them and there were some bruises on his hips, along with the dark welts from earlier, but Lance believed he deserved it, he had after all failed him, and failure must be punished.
He felt his hip still stinging a little where he had a new tattoo resting, his Lord had given it to him. It was an intricately designed EL in Celtic script, looking almost like a winding bunch of leaves. You almost had to know what you were looking for to see the initials; it was done in shades of green and brown, like vines.
The older mutant looked down examining the markings that were now all over Lance's hip, it was superb work, and the boy had not even flinched or moved away when he ordered him not to, soon he would have complete control.
Lance nuzzled his thigh as he considered how forgiving his Lord was, he had not let Sabertooth have him, even after his large failure. The markings on his hip just confirmed he belonged to his Lord, he was cared for. The X-men would never care, his Lord had assured him, they just wanted to use him; his Lord was his support, and his family's support. Todd and Pietro just wouldn't understand, that was the reason they could never know.
Magneto gave a dark half smile as he felt him, checking the metal clock in the room he sighed maliciously, "Sorry, pet there isn't enough time to play with you today, go get dressed and return."
Lance stood up and kept his eyes on the floor, bowing quickly as he stood, "Of course my Lord." With this he hurried to the small closet where he was allowed some possessions, he quickly pulled out a pair of dark chocolate brown pants that hugged his lower body, a light cream button up shirt with a high collar and long open sleeves, and a pair of soft brown leather wrist cuffs that neatly covered up the raw skin on his wrists and hands. He quickly laid the clothes out on the bed looking for approval from his Lord. Magneto nodded at Lance, pleased with the combination.
He quickly pulled them on and brushed his hair out of his face, it fell in short soft waves around his face making him look younger and accentuating his golden brown eyes and high cheekbones.
Once he was dressed Lance immediately returned to Magneto's side; Magneto stood and held out his arms; he had left the cuffs on the shirt unbuttoned. Lance stepped forward and carefully buttoned both the cuffs on the black shirt folding them over carefully. Once he was done he quickly retrieved his Lord's shoes and set them neatly on the ground in front of him.
Magneto looked at the teen in front of him and made a satisfied noise in his head, there were still a few fires of independence, and of himself in those eyes, but they were merely down to flickers now, he had nearly broken the boy. Soon he would have another perfect slave to follow orders like Todd, and Pietro, and with their powers expanding at the exponential rate because of his genetic manipulation they would soon be very powerful.
"Will you fail me again Rocky? I will not be so lenient next time." He held in a smirk as he watched the small tremors pass through Lance as he replied, "Never, my Lord, I will not fail you again."
"Good, I would hate to let Sabertooth have his 'fun' again. Take the formula laid out for you, and I will contact you later with information, your powers are stabilizing well, now we simply raise them." Magneto watched as Lance visibly paled and then brightened under the threat of Sabertooth and the backhanded praise. He truly was a master manipulator.
Locking the papers back into the metal desk with a wave of his had he turned and walked out of the room; Lance followed a few paces behind, carefully locking the door after them.
Quickly following his Lord downstairs Lance waited by the door. Magneto smirked as he quickly crushed the smaller teen underneath him reopening a small wound on his lip as he brutally crushed his mouth. "Until next time Rocky." With this Magneto swept out the door leaving a nearly broken boy to try and recollect himself.
At the Mansion
Mystique rubbed her eyes tiredly after voicing her question, she could feel Gambit and Pyro tensing behind her, their next steps all revolved around what the four X-men had to say.
The silence in the room seemed to drag on before Logan snorted, "How do we know that this ain't a trick to lure us somewhere with sad little stories. It would be just like you and your little band." He jerked his head at the two Acolytes though he also seemed to be including the three brotherhood members in his assessment.
Logan continued on his little interrogation; "Why aren't they here then? If they really needed help then they would have come, the gate is always open to mutants, his policy not mine." Logan gestured at the Professor and then turned to glare at her.
It shocked everyone in the room when Mystique didn't rise to the bait, she sighed and stood up glancing at the two behind her, "I take it that is your answer. Well then, you've been warned, those three could be your downfall and you cannot see it. I am not surprised, you've rejected each one of them, and that is why I am here and they are not. Do you really think they are so dumb as to come to a place where they have already been kicked once? At least with Magneto they know what to expect, even if it is prostitution, assassination, and rape."
Mystique caught the almost imperceptible flinches that crossed a few faces as she calmly laid it all out. Turning to Pyro and Gambit she spoke, "You are welcome to go where you wish....."
Gambit stood cutting her off, "I'm comin' wit ya." Pyro stood as well also conveying the fact he wasn't going anywhere.
A rare sad smile flitted across her face she had expected Gambit to stay, but Pyro as well, they might stand at least stand a snowball's chance in hell.
As they strode out the door a soft voice called to them, "Wait, please."
Turning Mystique saw Storm was the one to call to her, and there was an angry look marring her face as she glared at Logan and nudged the Professor with her hand.
The Professor steepled his fingers and looked at them seriously, "We will help."
"We will have to move now, Magneto has probably just left the boarding house and Pietro and Todd should be arriving soon from their makeup missions, we need to get all three at once, because if I am right Pietro and Todd are the only thing that can make Lance come with us. At least one of them is going to need medical attention, so if McCoy and yourself could stay and the other two come it would work best."
Xavier nodded following Mystique's logic, he swiveled to face the three other X-men, "Hank, please go ready the infirmary for patients, I will come help you; Ororo and Logan if you would go with those three and collect them."
Storm nodded walking over to Mystique and Logan just growled under his breath storming through the door and grabbing the keys to the X-jeep. Together the five left, each lost in their own thoughts of what would happen next.