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Pain For Pleasure	By : lilvior Category: X-men Comics > Slash - Male/Male > Remy/Logan Views: 4343 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title; Pain For Pleasure

Author; Lilvior (AKA Emylebeau)

Rating; R (clinging for this chapter, milder for the rest)

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, rude words

Summary; Remy is depressed, he only feels alive when he�s feeling pain.
Creed finished his fifth pint and looked around the bar. The place was full of losers that could go missing and no one would care. But Victor Creed didn�t need them anymore, when he wanted to get his rocks off he had his own little fuck toy. He grinned to himself, and on queue the door opened.

Remy LeBeau couldn�t have been any older than twenty, it was certainly a fake drivers licence that he used to buy alcohol at the bar. The kid strutted through the crowds of worthless bums with a proud smirk on his face. He easily caught Creed�s eyes, he seemed to lock onto them and home in.

�Came back for more?� Creed stood, baring his teeth in an evil sham of a grin.

�Yah.� Remy didn�t stop walking until he was less than a foot away from the larger man.

�Think ya can handle it?� Raised eyebrows.

�Remy can handle whatever y� can t�row at him.� That damn sexy Louisiana accent was so fucking arrogant. Remy raised his own eyebrows and all Creed�s blood rushed to his groin.
A couple of minutes later they were outside, Creed picked Remy up by the collar of his silk shirt and hurled him to back of a blunt alleyway. The Cajun barely had time to think before he was picked up again and punched in the face. Creed shoved him against the wall using his spare hand to tear the shirt off Remy�s chest.

Remy thrusted his head forward and crushed his lips against Victor�s, kissing him breathlessly, his arms hung limp at his sides as the bigger man started undoing his pants.

�Oh, yeah,� Remy panted, �Hurt me� hurt me.�

Creed sneered and tore his mouth away from Remy�s, then bit the Cajun�s neck. Hard.

�Merde!� Remy cried, subconsciously pressing his hips forward into Creed�s. Creed looked into Remy�s eyes then pushed him down by the shoulders, indicating what he wanted.

Remy obediently dropped to his knees and started sucking at Victor�s swollen erection, building up the tempo until he was swallowing the whole nine inches. Creed�s fingernails dug into his bare shoulders, drawing blood. Creed kicked him in the stomach sending the younger man sprawling backwards, Remy propped himself up on his elbows, grinning. Creed returned the grin and kicked Remy over again, this time Remy stayed on his stomach, drawing his feet up underneath him.

�You want me to hurt you, LeBeau? You got it.� Remy could feel Creed kneel behind him, then reach forward to undo his own pants. The Cajun stifled a gasp as the cold night air met his more sensitive parts. From that shock came the next sudden feeling; pain. �Just remember to make sure the Runt finds out.�

Remy pushed himself up on his arms, the feeling of Victor Creed fucking him was still so painful, but that was what Remy wanted. Creed�s nails tore lines down Remy�s ass-cheeks. God, he was bleeding all over now, and that was what Creed wanted.

When it was over Creed dressed himself and stood to one side. Remy got up to dress only to be knocked back down again.

�Okay, dat�s enough, homme, Remy go home now, non?� Remy spat, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth, he was lucky not to have lost any teeth.

�Maybe I�m not done yet, LeBeau.� Creed was still smirking, �You did say I could do anything to you.� With that he kicked the side of the Cajun�s face with such force that Remy blacked out. �Okay, I�m done now.� Then, finally completely satisfied, Creed left.
Remy arrived home the early hours of the next morning bloodied and bruised. It never surprised him how many people were still up around the mansion at this hour. Naturally, the first person he ran into was Logan.

Logan looked him up and down,

�You look like shit.� He growled, Remy grinned smugly,

�Merci, mon ami.� He said, he knew how bad he must be looking, he had a broken cheek-bone and at least two broken ribs, his lips were crusted with blood and his left eye was the definition of black

�You�ve been with him again, haven�t ya?� Logan looked disgusted, he�d smelt Creed on Remy before, at first he�d been worried, nearly humiliated himself but Remy had revealed his consent at the last minute.

�Jealous?� Remy asked, well, that was the whole point of all this, wasn�t it?

Remy and Logan had been seeing each other casually a couple of months ago, but when Logan realised he didn�t return Remy�s feelings (or, more likely, he didn�t want anyone to find out about it), he�d broken it off. Remy didn�t take it too well. Creed had gotten involved when he realised he�d get the chance to fuck Logan�s ex. What an opportunity! Piss Logan off and get a good hard fuck at the same time.

Of course no one else in the mansion had any idea what was going on, they�d seen Remy looking like he�d gotten on the wrong side of Juggernaut a couple of times and put it down to the kid�s characteristic charm. It wasn�t that they didn�t care, it was just that at this particular time the X-men were all so damn involved in their own problems and lives that they didn�t have time to deal with anything else, besides, there wasn�t one of them amongst the group who hadn�t wanted to give Gumbo a thump at one point or another, he was just so arrogant.

Tonight however Remy�s injuries were so noticeable, that he was catching attention.

�You dumb shit, Gumbo, ya think I�d want ya after Creed�s had his dirty hands on ya?� With that, Logan turned and left.

�Gambit!� Scott called from across the kitchen, �What happened to you?� he looked absolutely horrified, Remy smiled when he thought of how horrified Fearless would be if he found out the truth.

�Nothin�� He could have laughed, if Scott had left it at that, taking �nothing� for an answer and walking away, he probably would have. Remy�s pants were torn, his shirt was gone and there were unmistakable scratches and gashes all over his torso and back, many still oozing blood.

�Bullshit.� Scott frowned; he absent-mindedly reached forward and put a hand on Remy�s shoulder, maybe a comforting gesture, maybe just the see if the shiny wounds were indeed still leaking. �Tell me what happened.�

Remy seriously felt guilty for not being able to say anything, but what could he say? �It�s okay, I asked one of our arch-enemies to fuck me senseless and beat the shit out of me to make my ex-boyfriend jealous, who, by the way, is Logan.�

�It�s no big deal, I�ll jus� go see Henri, he�ll fix me up, non?�

�No, it is a big deal, Remy, tell me what�s been happening to you.� Oh Cyke wasn�t gonna let this one lie, �I�ve noticed bruises on you before, I want to put you on the inactive list until I know what is going on.�

Cyclops and Gambit didn�t get on fantastically at the best of times, especially since the trial, but now for some reason, Scott seemed to care. But if he was made inactive, then the others would surely notice, and Remy didn�t want Storm or Rogue to find out what he�d been up to, they would surely hate him for what he was doing to himself.

�Remy got himself into a fight, okay?� Remy found himself oozing charm, and whether or not it was anything to do with his condition he didn�t know, but Cyke seemed to be getting rather uncomfortable. He stepped closer to his �victim� whilst licking the blood from his lips, �Tomorrow, I�ll be bien, y� guys need me on de team.�

Scott broke the eye contact by stepping backwards, he looked rather unconvinced, but there was no way of saying no to those eyes, especially when one of them was so swollen. Remy looked like a beaten puppy that still wanted to be loyal and protect his master.

Well, to Scott anyway.

�Oh, okay.� He sounded annoyed, �Just make sure you get yourself cleaned up, you look awful.�

Remy grinned and made his way down to the medlab.
�Oh my stars!� Hanks eyes widened when Remy appeared in front him.

�I know, I know, I look like shit, non?� Somehow Remy was still grinning through his cracked lips, blood had smeared down his chin, and flesh had swollen around his bloodshot eye.

�Not the adjective I would have used, but�yes�

Remy hoisted himself up onto the bed, wincing a little; he held his arms out to the sides,

�Feel me up Doc, I�m fine, I need de all clear so I can train wit� Cyke.�

�I have no intentions of �feeling you up�.� Hank said, �But I can see from here that you are not well enough to train.� Contrary to what he�d just said, Hank gripped Remy�s torso, and pressed his thumbs against the ribs that he suspected to be broken.

Pain jerked its way around Remy�s chest and he gritted his teeth, hissing.

�I�m sorry, did that hurt?� Hank asked,

��S�okay, �s�okay, I like it�� The words were out of his mouth before he could think.

�Really?� Hank raised his eye-brows, �That would explain a lot.�

Remy lowered his head,

�Shit.� He muttered.
Remy had to make up some pretty wild threats just to stop Hank calling Scott then and there. But eventually the doctor decided to hear Remy out.

�Have you been hurting yourself?� Hank asked, �Or getting someone else to do it?�

Remy sighed, he really didn�t want to have to go through all the sordid details right now, but he knew he had a problem, and he knew he would need help to get over it. He just had to learn to open up. Well, a little at a time anyway.

�I�ve been deliberately getting into fights.� He started, and that was how it had started. The night Logan �dumped� him, Remy had gone to a bar, gotten drunk and been beaten up, and it was then that he realised what a relief the pain was, what an escape. He hadn�t thought to get Sabretooth involved at that point, but it had become obvious after that first night that he needed more than just the fighting.

�Self-harm isn�t as uncommon as you might think, unfortunately it isn�t that easy a disorder to get over.� Hank sighed, �We have the Shi�ar technology to heal you physically, but mentally��

�I�m not havin� any o� dem �paths in my had �gain.� Remy stated, he knew they�d look and see exactly what he�d let Creed do to him, they�d see everything.

�May I just ask with whom you have been getting into these fights?� Hank inspected some of the wounds on Remy�s shoulders, �These scratches are most definitely not consistent with regular human finger-nails��

Remy almost felt angry with himself for being so open, but he figured it might as well all come out now.

�Victor Creed.�

Remy had never seen that expression on Hank�s face before; it wasn�t disgust, as he�d imagined it would be, more like horror and pity.

After a long moment of silence, Hank shook his head and lowered his eyes,

�This is serious.� He said quietly, �Creed is a dangerous man, what if one day he takes it too far?�

Once again Remy let himself speak before thinking about what he was actually saying,

�Then he puts me outta my misery for good.�

Another silence.

Gently, Hank put a hand on Remy�s shoulder.

�Is there any particular reason you�re feeling suicidal?�

Remy could feel his control going, a lump was rising in his throat, his lower lip was starting to quiver, and a tight pain seemed to be squeezing the air from his lungs.

�It�s just� e-everything.� And suddenly tears were rolling down his cheeks, mingling with the blood. He was slightly surprised when Hank gently held him in his big, furry arms; he was vaguely comforted for a few brief moments, before he passed out.
End of chapter one.
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