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Bend You, Break You, Make You Mine	By : MyraThorne Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Victor wakes in his room. It feels as if a cat crawled into his mouth and died there a week ago. He blinks slowly at the lamp on the stand next to his bed trying to remember how he wound up here.
His thoughts are still hazy, looking down at the needle in his arm. Victor�s eyes follow the clear tubing up to a plastic bag full of chemicals slowly drip, drip, dripping into his blood stream. He thinks that he should be pissed about this, but Victor feels too warm to really care at the moment or even to work up the effort to care.
Suddenly, his bedroom door opens.
But it�s not Jimmy coming to visit him. It�s Wade, who enters smirking. He is dragging a cheap folding chair with him that he slams down on the floor by Victor�s head.
And Victor wonders if there is some kind of irony in this that he can�t remember.
Wade props his elbows on the bed, resting his chin on top of his hands. �Oh, Victor,� he chides. �Poor, stupid Victor. How could you not see this one coming?�
�Wha� are you talkin� about, Wilson?� Victor slurs. The scent of Jimmy is in the air. He has to be around here somewhere.
Wade reaches out to lightly stroke the top of Victor�s head. �What made you think for one second that Stryker was going to let you keep your brother?� He tips his own head to one side. �You know, I was kind of shocked when Stryker told me that Logan was the more valuable of the two of you. But then I snuck a peak at the plans, and, wow! Big things are coming our way, Victor. Especially for Jimmy. But not for you, I�m afraid. Apparently, you don�t play a part in Stryker�s Big Plan.�
�Qui� talkin� shit, Wilson,� Victor groans, trying to roll over. But his body refuses to listen, so he settles for staring at the ceiling.
Cobra quick, Wade�s lips are by Victor�s ear. �By the time this is all over, your little brother won�t remember you ever existed. But don�t worry; I�ll take good care of Jimmy for you.� Wade is chuckling softly. �Hey, any tips for me? Anything special your little brother likes to do in the bedroom? �Cause I want our first time together to be special, you know? And I will enjoy pounding little Jimmy into the mattress, Vic-�
Wade has to dodge the claws that make a serious effort at swiping at him. Lithe as a dancer, he backs out of the room. Wade pops his head back into the room. �Hey, seriously though, thanks for breaking Jimmy in for me,� he says cheerfully. �I mean, I got him drunk one night, and whoo! Jimmy had no idea how to kiss. But I snuck a quick taste this morning, and my god I could have come in my pants like a virgin getting his first feel from that alone. Not sure about the whole incest thing, but if this is the outcome who am I to judge?� And with that, Wade disappears from sight. So, that�s where Jimmy�s scent was coming from, Wade�s shirt.
Victor�s lips move as he tries to form words. He glares again at the needle in his arm, and then has the brilliant idea to remove it.
He isn�t sure how much time passes before he can stand, but Victor slowly gets to his feet. He takes a couple of steadying breaths, clinging to the mattress as the room spins and threatens to dump him on the floor. Grunting, he stands up straight and walks very slowly towards the door, one foot in front of the other. The realization that the scent of Jimmy had been coming off of Wade�s shirt grips Victor�s thoughts a second time and brings his thoughts into focus.
Wade has been touching Jimmy.
Suddenly, it is very important to find his little brother right away.
Waded has been kissing Jimmy.
Victor briefly wonders if there will be time to kill Wade and Stryker before they leave. No, it is more important to get Jimmy as far from this horrid place as possible.
Jimmy is not in the usual places, his room or the eating area. He�s not in front of the television or hiding in the showers.
Victor finds Jimmy locked away in a padded room, his arms bound at his sides in a fucking straight jacket with his hands clearly bent in a manner to keep him from using his claws. Jimmy is slowly, softly banging his head against the floor. He�s not exactly crying, but there are definite whining noises coming out of his throat that occasionally give way to angry growls. Jimmy and Logan are struggling for control of the body.
Victor has never hated his father more than he does right now. And this isn�t even really his father in front of him.
No, this is his little brother, who is completely bat shit insane.
Victor sinks to his knees beside Jimmy and tips his little brother�s face up to look at him. Jimmy�s eyes are tinged red with the madness that is consuming him. �Victor,� Jimmy gasps, pleading. �Please, get me out of here. My arms hurt so much. And Logan won�t shut the fuck up.� Jimmy shifts to curl up against Victor, who instinctively wraps himself around his little brother�s broken body. �Why won�t he shut up? We need to get-no no no. Shut up. Shut up! Please shut the fuck up! You�re wrong. You don�t know what the fuck you�re talking about!�
Years later Victor will look back on this moment and wonder what he should have done differently. Maybe he could have saved Jimmy from the terror that was to come.
Instead, he listened to Stryker.
�You can�t help him, Victor,� Stryker says quietly from the doorway. Victor turns his head to see Stryker leaning against the frame, his hands tucked under his arms. The bastard at least has the decency to look sorry for them.
�Look, he just needs a little sorting out,� Victor mumbled into Jimmy�s hair. �If you had let me take him home-�
�He would still be as crazy as he is now, except he probably would have hurt himself or worse. Your brother is unwell, Victor. It was only a matter of time before James snapped. This kind of thing doesn�t just happen overnight, Victor.� Stryker is wheeling and dealing now. �If this hadn�t happened now, it was going to happen eventually. But at least when it happened, he was in a controlled environment. We have ways of making him better. It�s just a few simple adjustments that we need to do. But I promise you this is all for his own good. You need to trust us now. You�ve done everything you can for James, now it�s our turn.�
Victor raises his eyes to glare at Stryker. �What about Wade? He told me you�re going to take Jimmy away from me, that I wouldn�t be allowed to see him again-�
�Now, Victor, why would we do that? You two need each other. True, he will have to go away for a little while-� Stryker quickly raises his hands as Victor bares his teeth at him. �It�s just until Jimmy gets better. You�re no doctor Victor. And James needs very special help right now. I�m going to make sure he gets it.� Stryker reaches out and pats Victor�s arm. �Listen, he�ll be getting the first procedure in the morning. Why don�t the two of you spend the night together? I�ll turn off the cameras. Dr. Frost has an injection that keeps Jimmy in control and� well, the easiest way to describe it is that Logan goes to sleep. Enjoy your night together, and soon the world will be a much better place.�
There is a flurry of movement as they come in to give Jimmy his shot, but all Victor can sense is his little brother�s distress. Jimmy cries out in pain when Dr. Frost pushes the needle into his arm. Victor watches in confusion at the small bead of blood on Jimmy�s arm that wells up. He reaches out and wipes it away with two fingers, only to have another bead of blood replace it before the wound seals shut. They have done something that has slowed down Jimmy�s healing.
Dr. Frost is kind enough to remove the straight jacket before she leaves the two brothers alone in the darkened cell, shutting the door behind her. They are effectively trapped inside.
Suspicious that Wade may try to watch them through the small window in the door, Victor maneuvers Jimmy to the other side of the room, tucking his little brother�s trembling body underneath him. Their hands begin to roam over each other�s bodies. Jimmy gets quickly frustrated and starts pulling at their clothing. Soon they are both bare to the world, caressing each other.
Jimmy seems particularly fascinated with Victor�s face, constantly running his fingers over each outline, trying to memorize him by touch alone. The two kiss, lick, and nip each other. Victor sits with his back against the wall as Jimmy gently fondles him to hardness. His little brother rises up on his knees, straddling him, before lowering down and pushing Victor inside of him. Jimmy hisses in pain, clutching at Victor�s shoulders. But it�s only a momentary lapse before Jimmy is pistoning up and down.
They both try to pretend that it�s not there, but both brothers are desperate for this to not end.
Victor has his brother several times that night, twice with Jimmy on his back. He wants to be gentle with him now. To make sure that his most recent memories of Victor are pleasant, so Jimmy will come seek him out once he is better.
Too soon morning comes, and it�s a whirl wind of motion as Victor is quickly shuffled out of the room. He can hear Jimmy�s terrified screams for him, Logan�s angry berating of Jimmy for being so weak. Stryker places a firm hand on Victor�s shoulder and leads him away from Jimmy. �He�s going to be all right,� Stryker is soothing. �This is just his illness talking.�
�Victor! Victor, don�t let them do this to me! You don�t know what they�re going to do!�
It�s the last thing he will hear his brother say to him for seven years. It will be well over twenty before they ever recognize each other again.
But Victor doesn�t know this yet.
Victor doesn�t even turn around to give Jimmy a last look before he is strapped to a gurney and taken to the lab where they will� fix him.
One day, Victor will regret this. But not today.
Today, Victor allows himself to be led by Stryker down a series of halls into a strange sub basement room he has never seen before. Victor is barely through the door before a young man is pressing a gun like device full of a clear substance against his upper arm and the chemicals are in his blood stream. For his trouble, the young man winds up with claw shaped scars across his face.
Guards manhandle Victor into a metal chair, to which they strap him down by his ankles, wrist, and waist. Victor tries to struggle, but the drugs are quick.
Soon, he is unable to move, his head lolling on his chest.
�Stryker, you bastard,� he groans.
Stryker only smirks at him. �You see, Victor, you have become superfluous. And dangerous to my project with your brother. We can erase his memories to a point, but there is just too strong of a chance that you are going to undo all of our work with James.� Stryker forces Victor to look him in the eye. �But don�t worry. We aren�t going to kill you, at least not yet. We�re just going to suspend you for a while. Perhaps once we get James stabilized, and if we should happen to have a use for you, we�ll bring you out of suspension. But we need to focus on getting James to where we need him to be.�
�You� used� me,� Victor says deliberately. Words are so hard to string together.
�Of course we did, Victor. That�s what we do. This is a war, and I need the best weapons. Unfortunately, for you, your brother is just the better option.� Stryker turns and begins to walk away. �But James is now in very capable hands. By erasing his memory, we get rid of the unfortunate personality flaws you brought out in him. And Wade will take very good care of James.�
Victor at least makes a minimal effort to struggle as Stryker starts punching some buttons on a consol. A piece of glass comes down in front of Victor.
There is the brush of cold against the back of his neck and then
.
.
Stryker can�t wait until the war on the mutants is over. Of course, he will keep a select few under his control. James, most definitely; Wade will be kept if he can also be brought under control. Perhaps North too, will be kept around.
Stryker taps the glass separating him from the frozen monster behind the glass. Yes, this is truly for the best.
Now, to go deal with James.
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