A/N: Please read again...This is the last chapter with mild to verylittle scenes of rape...but for most who have been asking for Logan, some advice: you may skip the section Gambit's Cell to Aboard the Blackbird...then at the very end of the chapter, skip over the first paragraph after the break (Gambit's Cell) to read the rest of the rescue
Chapter Eleven
Creed smirked down at the almost lifeless body beneath him. Blood pooled around his partially unconscious bedmate. He eagerly lapped at one bite upon the left shoulder, nipping when the blood seemed to slow. He shifted positions just to hear the pained mewls and practically limp struggle. "Such a good pet. Might jus' keep ya. Runt'll never miss ya." He tore from the mewling body, eliciting a soft shriek and shudder of pain. Smirking at the boy, Creed leaned down for one last lick against the bloody neck, "Gotta go, pet. Got a nice Cajun waitin' ta play."
Harry said nothing, swimming in the rising darkness. His body burned with pain. This wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to feel his mate rubbing against him, biting him, claiming him. Sheik howled within, fighting against his bonds. His human was giving up as Harry drifted further in to dark waters. Sheik refused to let his human's torture go unpunished.
Knowing his struggles were futile, Sheik turned to the magic singing around his human. Usually when a Predator Hybrid merged with a human, they could understand everything about and with their human. But Sheik had been given his own reign since bonding with Harry. His human didn't like having to control his life any more than people controlling his human's life.
Concentrating he reached out for the magic, hoping against hope that she would answer him. He remembered that his human called her Mother. I won't let him suffer.
----------------------------Gambit's Cell---------------------------------
"Well, well, a devil can cry." Teary red on black eyes jerked up to see Creed entering his cell. Remy struggled with his bonds, wishing they weren't hindering his mutant ability. Unlike Harry, Remy knew he couldn't heal from any injury quickly without medical help. "Lets see if ya taste the same, punk."
Remy struggled harder, knowing it wouldn't matter. Whenever Creed wanted something, he got it. Creed stalked forward, forcing his new prey to scoot back as far as his bonds would allow him. The blonde feral curled his large frame over the smaller man. Remy trembled as he eyed the flexing claws near his clothed waist. He whimpered as Creed leaned closer, sniffing his neck.
Creed smirked, flashing his fangs at the sight of a trembling Cajun. Those burning eyes closed with knowledge of the upcoming action. He had already satisfied his need for blood with a struggling kitten. Now he would simply enjoy the simple pleasures of a very talented thief reeking of fear and sex. Tiny whimpers spilled from the lovely throat as he carefully nipped the edges of the angular chin. He trailed his hands down the bare throat and clothed hips.
Remy jerked instinctively, trying to keep sane as Creed's claws brushed over his zipper. Gambit? He shuddered with fear as one hand painfully gripped his left leg as the other shredded his last vestige of clothing. He was partially glad that his shields had weakened by Sinister's telepathic attacks to easily inject him with an aspirin based drug. Also glad that his shudder of fear hid his surprise when a faint telepathic voice gently flitted through his mind. Gambit, are you alright? Your mind's partially open.
Y' be comin', cher? He whimpered in pain as he shifted his lower body when two fingers forced their way inside his body.
Remy? Is someone there? I'm getting a faint echo. He refused to answer, using what strength he had to keep Creed's mind from brushing his. He could feel Jean's frustration, even with weak shields Remy could still give a telepath difficult times.
"Open up, Cajun." Creed settled between willingly spread legs, knowing the Cajun wouldn't fight even if his body instinctively tried to escape. He could feel the boy freezing up, "Wouldn't do that, boy." He yanked the long legs around his hips, clawed fingers digging in to soft flesh, spreading the boy open. He inhaled deeply the tangy fear mixed with pheromones of sex. "Scream pretty, boy." With those words, he thrust in to a tight channel, forcing a scream of pain to fly freely from the boy's throat as his body arched in an attempt to escape.
Remy! What's wrong? Remy!
-----------------------------Aboard the Blackbird------------------------------
Jean shrieked as her mind was overwhelmed with pain and fear. She fell to her knees, sliding out her seat to the floor, clutching her head tightly as she tried to close of the wave. "Jean!" Scott stumbled to her side, leaving the Blackbird to be flown by Storm. "What happened?"
Tears fell from green eyes as she looked up into red goggles, feeling her lover's mind trickling into hers, "It's Remy. He's in pain. His shields are weak, some crashed. It's the only reason as to how I could finally grab a hold of his astral mind. Someone was there but I couldn't tell who, he was able to block them out."
Storm worried for her adopted brother, "We're nearing the destination of Sinister's new base, Jean." It had taken a few hours and Professor Xavier's every mental strength to search for life in all of Sinister's known bases without alerting them of his mental presence.
"Jean, did you find Harry?"
The sobbing redhead flinched at Scott's direct question. She tried breaking from his solid grip, begging, "Please." Her head hurt. She felt lost in a sea of emotions that weren't even hers, blurry images of something happening but no proof as to what.
"Jeannie." Logan growled at her sobbing, Wolverine leering from his eyes.
"I can't! I can't feel him! Nothing! He isn't there!" He wasn't. She had tried to find him, nothing was there. Even with him captured his shields were still strong. "I can't even find his beast." That got everyone's attention. Over the past couple days, Remus had willingly, with his Cub's permission, taught the telepaths what to look for when searching for Harry and himself. They had been taught extremely well to hide their minds. Remus had willingly allowed the telepaths into his mind to forge a soft link, although Moony hadn't been too sure until he realized it wasn't to control him, only to contact him if something went wrong.
Harry on the other hand hadn't forged a link yet. Remus' link was a faint humming only recognizable to the ones who forged it. It was a trade secret Harry and Remus practiced, only willing to share should Harry feel he could trust them with his life without the possibility of betrayal. But if they needed to at least gain the boy's attention, the telepaths only had to appeal to the shadows entwined with faint emerald that glittered when contacted. Only problem was finding the shadows that didn't always want to be found. "I only got an impression of sorrow from Remy about Harry."
Blue eyes bleeding into gold turned away, staring at nothing as he tried to calm the beast within. The Wolverine was restless with anger and worry. Their mate was in trouble and there wasn't anything they could do yet, Where are ya, darlin'?
-----------------------------Harry's Cell------------------------------
Sheik sighed in relief as a cooing lullaby filtered through his body, encasing healing warmth about his sleeping human. He hadn't expected her to answer and she knew this. She wordlessly soothed his fears, comforting him with her heated embrace. She would always come to her child in need, even the creature of her shadows. Her child was the perfect balance of her life. It was why she chose him as a wielder, a balance of serene peace and vicious destruction.
Energy flowed through his body, easily destroying the invading drugs. His power, boosted by her aide, overflowed the bonds' ability to block mutant powers. His sore and abused body slowly knitted itself together, gathering speed in healing as more energy poured in his veins and magical core. Silver eyes closed as he searched for his floating human, finding a sleepy Harry weak among the warm embrace of Mother.
/Sheik/
/You are in pain, Harry. Mother has come to our aid./
/Who's in so much pain? Our Angel was healed./
/He is well, yes, but it isn't our Angel. It's our Thief./
/Remy/
/The Blonde Cat went for him after he left you alone./
/Our Mate? Where is our Mate/
Sheik could feel the overwhelming need for their mate. He knew there was a second meaning to his human's question, willing to set it straight. /Our Mate will be coming for us. The Blonde Cat isn't he. We battled our Mate already, submitting to his needs and desire to claim us as he submitted to us. He isn't the Blonde Cat but the Feral Wolf./
/Want him. Need him. But must help Remy./ Harry drifted, sleep rising with heavy need. As much as he wanted to search for Logan, he needed to rest. He still hurt. Mother crooned to him softly, begging her child to rest. Sheik silently promised to avenge their pride member. Giving up control, Harry slipped into a healing coma as Sheik raised his head, sniffing for clues to lead him to his Thief.
-----------------------Arriving to Sinister's Lair-----------------------------
"We're here!" Cyclops helped Storm ease the invisible Blackbird to the ground below. He turned to face his team seconds later, "Storm, I want you and Beast to remain here, prepping the medical bay. If Jean is right then we possibly have two injured teammates. I will also require you to aide our escape should the Marauders follow us out." Storm regally tipped her head before following the bounding blue doctor to the medical bay. "Iceman, Angel, and Psylocke, I'm counting on you to keep the Marauders busy."
Three members called nodded, ready and willing for a fight. Next to them stood a collected blonde female, "Emma will lead you as she has brought her team to aid us." Behind Emma Frost were the smiling members of Generation X. They had always wanted to run a mission along side their parent team. But their Headmaster and Headmistress kept them separate, trying to boost their confidence and strength as well as to tighten their control over their powers. This was their first mission with the X-men and each knew how critical it was. They were about to enter battle to save two injured teammates from Sinister. The X-men were depending on them to follow through without mishaps.
Cyclops turned to the last three members chosen for retrieval. As much as he hated it, Wolverine had to come along. He would be the only one to possibly find and control Harry if the boy went feral. Rogue and Phoenix were the original companions. Rogue could handle Sabertooth while Phoenix aided Gambit and Harry. Cyclops was the only one that could cause devastating pain to Sinister if he was around. "Rogue, Phoenix, Wolverine, and I will search and retrieve Gambit and Harry. Keep your coms open if possible. Professor Xavier will be checking in with Storm and Beast as well as watching the perimeter with Remus and Banshee." Glancing around his team, "Everyone ready?" All frantic nods and tensed muscles tossed them into action, "Go!"
Storm slammed a hand against the release valve, opening the hatch doors. She flew out first, eyes flaring white as her powers activated. Within seconds, a raging windstorm battered across the field. Tornadoes whipped in frenzies as the X-men tore down the ramp, rushing for the lone base. White eyes watched from above, "Good luck, my friends. May the Goddess guide and protect you. Bring back my brother safely."
----------------------Gambit's Cell--------------------------
Creed snarled as his body neared his third release of the day. Beneath him lay a warm and willing body, arching in to his every thrust and demand. Smirking, he gave a last ramming thrust before ripping free. Remy screamed out in pain as he felt the invader leaving his body, tearing the sensitive skin further. Sticky warmth splattered against his thighs and legs. He sobbed as Creed rubbed his body against his, healing factor quickly reviving.
A strange growl filled the cell as Creed felt his body lift up and fly into the nearest wall. Twisting around he eyed the crouched kitten. The boy's body had obviously healed, naked and coated with dry blood. "Want another round, boy?" Oh, he was willing to play.
The Hybrid snarled as Sheik gave over to his natural instincts. Anger flooded his system, roaring through his bloodstream as the adrenaline rose in high pitches. He was eager to play all right. It was his turn to inflict massive pain and shed rivers of blood. He flashed his own sharp canines, slick with red saliva. Nails grew into lengthy claws as the fingers curled inwards, body tensed, tail swishing in aggravation. There were no words, only hisses and snarls. Body swayed over planted feet, silver eyes locked onto gleaming hazel. Then two feline ferals dove for each other, claws tearing and ripping once they caught purchase.
Neither noticed the hunched form of Remy trying to avoid them. He cringed every time a foot or some other body part brushed against him. He twisted against his bonds, forcing his sticky trenchcoat, surprisingly still intact, around his body as a soft voice murmured against his shields, We're coming, Remy. Hold on. He whimpered in pain with every movement as he tried finding his own purchase for freedom.
A familiar voice called out, "Creed!" Sinister rushed into the holding room in time to see two ferals viciously slashing each other's rapidly healing skin. His alarms had alerted him to the arrival of the X-men. The Marauders had quickly gone to distract them but four members were on their way to find Gambit. He had gone to find out why Sabertooth hadn't met the four wandering X-men, discovering the blonde feral locked in battle with the new mutant feral inside Gambit's cell.
Before he could say another word, a streaming red light slammed into his side. An echoing cry escaped his lips as his body desperately tried to rejuvenate the melted armor. Cyclops immediately battered his body with several more optical lasers. Unwilling to stay behind, Sinister fled the room to escape their clutches. The Marauders were easy to clone and Sabertooth can find his own way out. His life and work were more important.
Cyclops allowed the geneticist to flee, worried about the scene before him. Gambit was huddled against the metal floor, chains holding him down, while two ferals were eagerly spilling the other's blood, "Phoenix!"
Wolverine snarled at the sight of Sabertooth fighting his mate. Uncaring to what the alpha leader was shouting, he dove into the cell, slamming six metal claws into the abdomen of Sabertooth. The blonde's blood flowed freely as the man's claws tried slicing against Wolverine's face. "Rogue! Get Harry out of here!"
The Southern belle turned mutant rushed forward, wrapping strong arms around the struggling wizard. Lifting off the floor, she twisted around while trying to keep a solid grip upon a snarling kitten. She may have been invulnerable but Harry's magic was also doing its damage. Silently she thanked whoever was protecting her mind from his assault as she flew at supersonic speed to the Blackbird, screaming over the com badge that she had Harry.
Phoenix hurried to Remy's side, telekinetically ripping off his chains and collar. "Gambit?" The Cajun moaned beneath her light touch. "Cyclops, what about Wolverine?" She couldn't leave her lover to deal with two ferals. He wasn't strong enough to face both Wolverine and Sabertooth. But first, she had to get Remy out of the cell. She could only hope that Rogue would return to aid them. It was always difficult to separate Wolverine from Sabertooth when they went feral.