Author; Lilvior (AKA Emylebeau)
Rating; R (pretty mild)
Feedback; well d'uh… Flames will be used to roast small fluffy bunnies.
Disclaimer; I don't own them… yet.
Warning; m/m sex, violent sex, violent violence, self-harm
Summary; Remy is depressed, he only feels alive when he's feeling pain.
When Hank reached the kitchen the only other person there was Bobby. Well, this was as good a start as any. Bobby was gay, he'd only told Hank and Scott, but to be honest his ever increasing camp-ness was becoming more and more obvious every day. Could Bobby have been having a relationship with Remy? It didn't seem likely, but then again, no one seemed likely. Hank sat down next to Bobby, unsure how to conduct this conversation.
"What's up?" Bobby asked, turning in his chair to face his friend.
"I need to ask you some slightly awkward questions." Well, it was best to be blunt.
"O-kay." Bobby looked a little worried, he had no idea what this could be about, but he had a feeling it was going to wind up being another conversation about his sexuality, he'd had all this from Scott a million times already, but he had expected better from Hank, someone he considered to be one of his best friends.
"It's hard to give any information without violating patient-confidentiality rights." He frowned to himself, it would also be hard to do without offending his friend, he didn't want to come across as unfeeling, it might just have been easier to come straight out and ask what was on his mind. "Are you aware of anyone else in the mansion being, well, sharing your preferences?"
Bobby wasn't offended, he was actually kind of amused.
"Hank, I don't have 'gay-dar' or anything." He smiled, "But if you want to know who among the x-men is gay, I can only tell you one for sure."
He was quiet.
"Who?" Hank asked, curious, ready to be surprised.
"Don't tell him I told you, but it's damn obvious Gambit likes to play with the boys." Bobby smiled cheekily.
Hank was a little disappointed, of course he already knew Remy was gay, what he wanted to know was who else?
"And, have you and Gambit ever…?"
"Jesus! No!" Bobby started laughing, almost falling off his chair, "Remy isn't my type, and I'm not his."
"Do you know who his type is?"
Slowly Bobby stopped laughing, a curious look stole over his face, he thought for a moment then looked back at Hank.
"Why?" He asked, his voice steady and hard. "You're asking a lot of questions, I might start thinking you like him."
Shock registered on Hank's face immediately.
"No!" He retorted, sounding very much like Bobby had a moment ago. He sighed heavily. "Gambit was having a relationship with a fellow x-man, x-man, he's not well at the moment and it might aid me in treating him if I knew who it was he'd been seeing."
Bobby took a moment to take the information in.
"What, has he got some sort of… disease?"
"No, he's depressed."
"Oh." Bobby thought hard, he seemed to be making a list. "No way in hell could it be Scott, not me or you, Kurt wouldn't; too religious, Peter's seeing Kitty, Warren hates him; could be a cover I guess but not likely, Logan's homophobic, Cable generally doesn't get on with him… is that everyone?"
It seemed to be. But something was wrong with that list.
"What makes you say that Logan is homophobic?" Hank asked, he'd never seen any sign that Logan had a problem with it.
"Okay, well, officially only you and Scott know about me, but I reckon Logan knows, and have you noticed how he avoids me like the fucking plague now?" Bobby seemed rather bitter about this, he almost wore a sneer as he explained. "Gambit hasn't told anyone as far as I know, but Logan seems to know about him as well, and he's been treating him… different. Not avoiding him, but arguing with him a lot, looking at him like he's dirt, I always thought it was 'cos Remy flirts with him so much and it makes him uncomfortable."
Bobby and Hank seemed to draw the same conclusion at the same time, their reactions were almost opposites though.
Bobby cracked up, slapping the table and screeching with laughter, his eyes watering. Hank wore a sombre expression, it all clicked, the poor boy had been in love with Wolverine, most likely dumped with the subtlety of a brick. Logan wasn't known for his compassion. It would also explain Remy's choice of Sabretooth as a sparring partner.
"Have you seen Logan at all today?" Hank asked, he tried to keep his voice calm, but the rage building inside him was threatening to scream free.
"Yeah, about twenty minutes before you came in, he went out back." Bobby pointed out the kitchen window to the garden. "What are you gonna do?" Bobby had stopped laughing, and was even looking slightly nervous now.
"I just want a word with him. Excuse me."
Logan felt a light tap on his shoulder; he turned around wondering how he hadn't heard this person walking up behind him, and received a full-bodied punch to the jaw.
"Fuck!" He shouted, "What's your problem, Hank?" He drew himself into a defensive stance, shocked by the look of hatred in Hank's eyes.
"Well, being the only medic around at the moment, Gambit is my problem." There was a familiar growling undertone to Hank's voice.
Logan wasn't entirely sure how to respond, Hank obviously knew the situation.
"Who the brat chooses to fuck around with is nothing to do with me." He eventually came out with.
"He's suicidal!" Hank cried, he hadn't expected Logan to be so unconcerned about it, "Don't you care?"
"What do you want me to do?" Logan asked, "It was a fling, it was never supposed to be anything more."
"He didn't know that, you have to talk to him. Stop him hurting himself."
"It's his choice."
"How can you be so blasé about this?" Hank was almost too shocked to be angry. "What if Sabretooth killed him?"
"Knowing Creed, he probably will... once he's done fucking him." Logan couldn't help smiling when he realised Hank had no idea what he was talking about. "Gumbo didn't tell you about that, did he?"
Hank shook his head.
"The kid's a horny, fucking masochist; Creed's perfect for him."
No one had seen or heard Remy leave the mansion, he'd simply picked his motorbike up from the garage and sped off across town. He was grateful for Hank's treatments, the restoration of his broken bones and stitching of the numerous cuts that criss-crossed his upper body, but it was time for more pain, Remy only had to think of Logan's indifference towards him to know that. He wasn't sure where to start looking for Sabretooth at this time of day; it was mid-afternoon, but heavy autumn cloud cover could fool one into believing it was early evening. The air was full of static and the ground beneath his feet was dry from the long weeks since it had last rained. In a daze, Remy watched crisp dry leaves rise and fall like auburn flames. He briefly touched his hair, remembering that it was the same colour as those dead leaves, and smiled. It was a time of death.
His mind was made up, Remy headed to the sleazy pub, with no intention of ever returning to the mansion.
The first time he'd been here he'd just had his head kicked in by a gang of kids and was dripping blood, his heart had almost stopped when he looked up and saw the towering bulk that was Sabretooth. Creed had looked him up and down and Remy was able to register the lust in his eyes. The huge mutant had sniffed at him and licked his lips.
"Do it." Remy had whispered. The low growling sound that Creed was making reminded him so much of the noise his ex-lover used to make.
"You want me to kill you?" And though Remy felt he had little to live for, he didn't want to die at that point.
"I know it'd piss Logan off more if y' jus' fucked Remy. Wolvie doesn' like it when ot'er people play wit his boy." He looked up at the huge mutant, blinking deliberately, displaying his vulnerability.
"So you an' the runt are fuckin' now?" Creed's grin stretched.
"We were. He got a li'l too possessive." He was hardly going to feel guilty lying to Sabretooth. "Couldn' stand anyone even lookin' at me."
Sabretooth jumped, pinning Remy against the wall. Remy struggled out of instinct, it didn't do him any good. He knew he'd invited his fate, but tendrils of fear were starting to wrap around his throat.
"Maybe once I'm done fucking you, I'll kill you anyway." Creed jerked Remy forward by the neck and roughly pressed his lips against the boy's.
Although during the many sessions that followed Remy was badly injured, that first time had been the most violent.
Now, standing on his own with silent, tired tears streaking his cheeks, he wanted even more. His heart pounded in his chest as he thought about the blood and the pain, waited for the antonym of self-affirmation.
He'd been standing there for at least an hour when a deep growl reverberated around the alley.
"I don't like being used." Creed growled.
"I do." Remy replied, impatient for the pain.
Sabretooth grinned, stalking up to the angst-ridden youth.
"I'm bored of ya." He stated, stopping just in front of him. "Don't get me wrong, you are a good fuck, but I prefer 'em with a little more fight." Then without warning, he plunged his sharp teeth into the soft flesh of Remy's neck.
Remy screamed. This was the pain he wanted. This was the death he wanted.
He felt sharp claws digging into his ribs, lifting him off the ground, slamming his back against the brick wall with almost vertebrae-shattering force.
"Ya wanna enjoy this, ya lying little whore." Creed hissed into his ear, snagging a canine on his earlobe and ripping. "It's the last time." He tore the shirt from Remy's chest. "The last time ya do anything." He drew blood from Remy's left nipple, letting a thin rivulet trace a path down to the boy's waistband before he traced over it with his tongue.
Remy felt a strange warmth all over, probably because he was soaking in his own hot blood. He didn't even notice his jeans vanish.
"Why'd ya tell me the two of ya were fucking?" Creed purred, sucking the tattered earlobe.
"We were. I t'ought he'd get jealous if he knew y' were doin' me, t'ought he'd come back t' me."
Creed howled with laughter.
"You're a fuck-toy, kid." He laughed. "Even Logan knows that." He threw Remy down, watching with delight as the boy's head bounced off the ground.
"Yeah, and when he was done wit me he just left me." The young Cajun couldn't really see anything, his vision was swirling from a combination of blood loss and the heavy blow the ground had delivered to his head. He did however, feel his legs being spread, and an exploratory finger press against his entrance. The contact was uncomfortable; Creed had sharp nails, and the comfort didn't exactly increase when the large mutant forced three more fingers inside him.
Remy cried out, wriggling on the ground, trying to move away, he didn't like this pain anymore. A sharp tearing sensation wrenched a scream from his tired throat as Sabretooth brutally fisted him. His eyes watered with agony, and he thrashed on the ground.
"Ya love it when I fuck ya." Creed taunted, swiftly yanking his fist out of the boy, extracting yet another cry of pain. "I can make ya cum." He leant down and sucked Remy's whole shaft into his mouth in one movement.
The rapid transition between pain and pleasure served to confuse Remy's poor broken mind further, and he moaned in bliss. His control had abated with his dignity, leaving him to suffer an all engulfing orgasm after nearly no time at all.
"My, my, ya are horny, aren't ya?" Creed moved back up the lean body, glistening semen still gracing his lower lip. Laying over the boy, he pressed his lips against Remy's, letting him taste his own satisfaction.
Remy was allowed a moment to catch his breath, then Creed slammed his own erection into Remy's abused passage.
In reality, the sex lasted less than five minutes; but during those five minutes, Creed - almost gently - opened the arteries on Remy's arms and thighs with his razor-sharp nails. The hard pounding felt like nothing more than the gentle pulse of the ocean's waves breaking on the shore.
Remy didn't even feel Sabretooth give a final grunt and thrust, pull out, and leave.
He felt tired, warm, even comfortable as he lay naked, blood-soaked and dying.
End of chapter three!
A/N: I spose that could be the end… joke. There will be one final chapter, should be up pretty soon.