A/N: Please read first before immediately scrolling down!...For the couple people who weren't comfortable or didn't like slash but were hanging on until then, Fair Warning: the next couple chapters will have some slash pairings!...Second: anyone not comfortable with mild to littlescenes of rape/non-con, Fair Warning: i'd suggest skipping over most of this chapter and possibly the next one!

Ihave given fair warning in case no one has read through the intro in chapter 1...Otherwise, onwards to the story

Chapter Ten

Unhappy howls poured from the forest. Wolverine's head jerked in that direction. With a deafening roar, Wolverine tore off for the forest. As he got closer he could smell the scents of his mate and Gambit. Snarling, he raced inside without a care, hoping to be in time to save his mate. As he rushed in, Harry and Remy were trying to hold off a feral Sabertooth and Sinister.

Sinister had surprised them by appearing from behind, able to lock a collar around Gambit's neck before he recovered from the shock of seeing him. Harry had thrown a couple strikes at his armoured skin when Creed slammed into the boy, knocking Harry to the ground and the breath from his lungs. As Harry had fallen, Sinister used the distraction to plunge a syringe into Gambit's neck. "Bring him, now!"

Creed twisted above the writhing form as one hand was freed, slashing for his face. He used his other hand to force the boy's head back to plunge a second syringe into the vulnerable and exposed flesh. He rode out the bucking body until the boy went limp. He rose to his feet, dragging the boy up by his hands, dangling him in the air. Pulling the body into his arms, he headed for tesseract Sinister had opened.

"Creed," the rumble alerted Sabertooth of Wolverine's arrival.

He laughed at the panting feral, "Welcome, Runt." He pulled the boy closer, roughly licking the soft furred cheek, "Pretty, ain't he? Even tastes good."

Wolverine snarled, diving forward with claws gleaming but failed to recapture his mate as Creed jumped into the closing tesseract, "No!"

"Wolverine!" The exhausted X-men were trailing their way through the forest, looking for their lost members.

Logan forced his beast back, taking control. He couldn't lose it, not with his mate gone. Cyclops was the first person to reach him, "Sinister has Harry and Remy."

Remus snarled, hearing Moony's anger vibrating through his head, "Where did he take my Cub?"

Cyclops lay a comforting hand on the werewolf's shoulder, "We will find them. All we need to do is several scans of known bases and try contacting Gambit through Cerebro."

-----------------------Holding Cells-----------------------

Soft, pained groans pierced the slumbering feral's sleep. Creed shifted as he slowly rose to wakefulness. He was watching the two cells as Sinister examined the blood samples he had acquired after binding the two mutants into their cells. The samples would keep Sinister busy for awhile, leaving Creed to play. Play time. He rose to his feet, shuffling over to the waking Cajun.

Remy shifted, red on black eyes bleary from the drugged sleep. His body felt heavy until his system flushed out the drugs. Raising an arm, he noticed the heavy chains connecting his wrists and ankles to the floor. He had enough slack to move from lying to a sitting position. "Mornin', punk." He froze at the voice, blinking rapidly to clear away his sleep. Non! But his eyes weren't lying as Creed lumbered closer.

"Creed."

"Ah, now, Gumbo. Forget yer manners, punk?"

Remy sneered at the large blonde, "M. Chat."

Creed chuckled, running a clawed hand over the soft hair, ignoring the boy's flinch. Eyes gleamed at the sight of the Genosha collar around his throat. He knew Gambit was still groggy from the specially made drug. Sinister had created a drug just for Gambit's unique DNA. It would keep him groggy and unbalance for a couple hours. "Already collared, boy. What about the claiming marks?"

Gambit struggled against his bonds as Creed tore off his shirt. The same clawed hand petting his head trailed over the silvery scars over his abdomen. He whimpered, trying to move away. "Stop."

"Now ain't that a sight. Claimed and collared. Belong ta me, boy."

"Gambit not yours!"

Creed raised a hand to correct his toy when a soft sound stopped him. A soft moan drifted into the Cajun's cell. His new toy had finally awoken. He smirked as Gambit's eyes widened, "Dontcha worry, boy. I'll be claimin' ya again real soon. After playin' wit' my new toy."

"Non! Leave him be!" Remy struggled harder, energy failing as he felt weaker, exhausted just from his struggle.

In his own cell, Harry groaned as he drifted from a dreamless sleep, feeling something icy running through his veins. Someone drugged him and it still hadn't flushed out. Guess that means there is a drug out there that is slightly stronger than magic. But sooner or later it will also be flushed from my system. As he moved something clanged against the cold metal floor. Emerald eyes glanced down to see chains wrapping around his wrists and ankles. "Wha?"

"Rise an' shine, boy!"

Emerald eyes flew upwards to see a smirking Creed standing just outside the shimmering wall. A field! He was trapped in a cell with three steel walls and a doorway made of an electrified field. A clawed hand pressed against something to the left. The field hummed as Creed stepped through, "I'm not your boy."

"After tonight ya will be." Harry jerked away as the large man stalked forward. Sheik snarled in fury as he struggled against the drug and the collar around his human's neck. The collar was keeping him from performing his magic and the drug from gathering the strength to override the collar. "Oh, a spitfire. Runt sure knew how to pick 'em. Bet yer innocent in body, huh? Runt ain't got that far, has he?"

"You'll never have me."

Creed snickered, "I like 'em fiesty. Jus' ask Gumbo." Emerald eyes flared with anger.

"Creed." Both men faced a clam Sinister outside the field. One hand held two syringes, "I need a second sample and another dose of the drug. Seems he has much in common with Gambit but his blood has been able to break free of the drug within the past two hours. This is a stronger dose, keep him compliant for a few more hours."

Sinister watched as Creed dove onto the struggling boy. The blonde feral caught the empty syringe tossed his way as Harry viciously fought back. Red eyes glittered at the power and strength the boy had even drugged and collared. He could see the power leaking from emerald eyes. He would have to strengthen the Genoshan collars if he ever planned on keeping the boy.

Creed growled contently as the boy beneath him bucked and snarled as each needle pierced his skin. "Warn me when his powers begin to pick up. We will need to keep him unconscious until I can strengthen his bonds."

"No problem, Boss." Creed ignored his Boss' exit, focusing his hungry leer upon the limp, exhausted form beneath his. He forcibly ripped through the clothing hiding the lithe body, laughing at the futile attempt of escape. He openly leered at the expansion of golden fur.

"Get off!" Harry tried to twist and buck but his body felt tired, weak with a second dose of drugs. His bound magic was working overtime trying to free itself and flush his system.

Rough hands roamed over his body, hot breath against his neck, "All cat, boy?" Creed rubbed his face into the soft throat, "Soft and silky." Eager, sharp canines flashed before he sank them into a bare shoulder. His victim let out a painful howl. "Jus' as I thought. Sweet and smoky." He rubbed against the soft body, claws gripping in piercing holds against the struggling hips. He ignored the cries and pleas as he pressed closer. He knew Wolverine would go insane at the smell of another feral encased on the boy's skin.

He allowed the pleas to wash over his as he held the boy down with a single hand against the golden chest. The other hand tore at his own clothing, freeing his needing body. He settled between spread legs, forcing them further apart to accept his body. Hazel eyes sparked with hunger and bloodlust as he yanked the wriggling hips up against him.

Harry cried out in pain as blood swelled and dripped from his wounds. Sheik fought against his bonds, trying to aid his human against the blonde mutant. "Stop."

Creed's pink tongue turned dark red with the boy's blood as he licked the wound against the soft shoulder. "Taste very good, boy." He yanked to boy's lower body higher, pressing closer between spread legs, "Now fer th' rest of ya."

Harry shrieked in fiery pain as clawed fingers shoved inside his body, twisting cruelly and ripping the sensitive membrane. Blood dripped from his opening as the fingers yanked out, sending another flash of hot pain through his lower body. His cries deepened when something larger and thicker than fingers rammed into him, forcing his body to accept the intrusion, using his own blood as lubricant. "Yer are innocent, boy. Sweet, hot, and glove tight."

Creed's mocking laughter melded with the boy's crying pleas. He thrust harder and faster, claws digging into the already bruised flesh of golden hips. The boy tried bucking against him in hopes of tossing him off but at the moment being drugged weakened his strength, leaving Creed to be the stronger one. And he enjoyed feeling that body clenching around his member, edging him closer to the edge of pleasure.

In his cell, Remy LeBeau had done something he hadn't in years, not since Jean-Luc LeBeau had taken him off the streets. He had cried and silently prayed for help. Tears flowed freely as he tried tuning out Harry's pained cries. He knew what the boy was going through. Creed had forced himself onto Gambit years before. It wasn't something one forgot, the white-hot pain, the scent of thick blood, the aching muscles and bruises. He looked up, peering out his cell, glad he couldn't see the scene of Harry's rape, "Sorry."

His soft, sorrowful whisper refused to carry over the sounds of pained cries, vicious struggles, and Creed's moans of pleasure. Soon he would be suffering the same fate, except he never fought back. He had suffered worse when fighting back, conditioning himself not to fight. He'd rather suffer the humiliation instead of the fiery pain. And Creed wasn't as rough on a body if it didn't struggle.