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Chapter List
- 1-Author's Note
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-Ch 2
- 4-Ch 3
- 5-Ch 4
- 6-Ch 5
- 7-Ch 6
- 8-Ch 7
- 9-Ch 8
- 10-Ch 9
- 11-Ch 10
- 12-Ch 11
- 13-Ch 12
- 14-Ch 13
- 15-Ch 14
- 16-Ch 15
- 17-Ch 16
- 18-Ch 17
- 19-Ch 18
- 20-Ch 19
- 21-Ch 20
- 22-Ch 21
- 23-Ch 22
- 24-Ch 23
- 25-Ch 24
- 26-Ch 25
- 27-Ch 26
- 28-Ch 27
- 29-Ch 28
- 30-Ch 29
- 31-Ch 30
- 32-Ch 31
- 33-Ch 32
- 34-Ch 33
- 26
- 27
- 28
Reviewer Response:�

Anon � thank you!� There will be more =)

See notes, disclaimers, and warnings in first chapter

Warnings #2:� This chapter contains a non-graphic, mostly
implied, sexual scene that would be considered non-consensual/dubious consent.�

Words between / / are thoughts or mental speak
Words between * * are flashbacks
Words between ~ ~ are lyrics to any songs that may be used
in the fic

CH 26

Time seemed meaningless and
everything around him blurred.� The whirlwind of activity that took place
following the fight was ignored, and all Remy could focus on was Logan.� He had no recollection of how they had managed to get back to the mansion, or what
happened to the ones they had been fighting.� All that Remy knew was that Logan�s eyes were closed, his heartbeat was faint and his breathing was shallow.� It was
unacceptable and the Cajun willed his lover to open his eyes.� But the older
man never did.�

Speculative gazes from the
Professor found him several times during the chaos, but Xavier never approached
Remy with his thoughts.� While his ruby eyes remained locked on Logan�s face, he dimly heard Hank briefing Xavier on the status of the teams.� It appeared
that Storm had come away from the fight reasonably sound.� Burned patches of
skin adorned her body, and with topical cr�me in hand she was allowed to retire
to her loft for much needed bed rest to rebuild her depleted energies.� Cyclops
had several broken ribs and contusions all over his body.� Scratch marks as
well as deep bruising of tissue with possible internal bleeding were also
diagnosed.� He, along with Bobby who had a concussion from the blow to the
head, was relegated to the infirmary for a few days.� Logan would keep them
company, though he would be in a private area of the wing; his condition being
the most critical of all.� Xavier himself was only slightly battered from the
ordeal and was ordered to get some rest as well.� With one final thoughtful
gaze at the boy sitting diligently beside Logan�s bed, the Professor left the
medical lab.�

If anyone spoke to him, he was
unaware as his eyes stayed riveted on the feral laying so still on the bed.�
The beeping and whooshing of machines droned in the background, a constant
source of white noise that drowned out the voices of those around him as he
focused on Logan�s prone figure.� Periodically, Dr. McCoy would attempt to coax
the young man away from his patient�s bed, but felt like he was talking with a
brick wall.� It was the pre-dawn hours of the morning when Hank finally had
enough, insisting that the young Cajun would leave his medical ward by force if
necessary; ordering Remy to get some food and sleep.� But Remy was still tense
from the fight and the worry over the man he loved.�

Love�..

It was still a shock to him that
he held such strong emotions for the older man.� Remy made his way outside,
moving a good distance from the mansion and venturing into the crop of trees
that marked the beginnings of a deciduous forest.� The rough bark of a Hickory bit into his back through the layers of cloth as he sat against it.� Both knees
were drawn up as he wrapped his arms around them and leaned his head back to
stare at the sky.� Fingers of deep, rich peach and burnt orange clawed through
the darkness, causing the stars and moon to slowly fade from his view as rays
stretched from the burgeoning sun that was pushing its way above the horizon.�
A heavy sigh joined in the chorus of crickets and awakening birds as Remy
breathed in the crisp air.� Now that adrenalin no longer surged through his
body, the wintry temperatures made him shiver under the chilly early morning
frost.� A cigarette was pulled from his pocket and lit before he slid one leg
to the ground with the palm of his hand resting on his thigh.� After a slow,
deep pull on the stick, the other hand dangled over his upraised knee while the
smoke drifted away from the lit cigarette held between two fingers.� If he had
enough energy, he would have headed back to the mansion for a cup of coffee, or
maybe a beer.� But he felt drained, both emotionally and physically, unable to
do more than curb his nicotine craving and think about these past hours.� He
had seen it in Magneto�s eyes before the man fled.� There would be a penance
due, Remy knew without a doubt.� Strangely, though, the Cajun couldn�t seem to
find it within himself to care.� The longer this assignment took; he was
starting to realize there was more at stake than simply the theft of
information from a genetic database.� He was well aware of what his master was
capable with that kind of data.� But he wasn�t sure about Lehnsherr.� The man himself
was an expert on genetic manipulation.� What was he planning to do with the
data?

He felt her coming before he heard
her and ended his musings.� After the lecture the Professor had given him, Remy
needed to be cautious around the girl.� Having witnessed her powers as well as
the fact that she most likely had touched at least one of the telepaths in the
house at some point, Remy wanted to take no chances that she might unknowingly
pick up his thoughts and innocently transfer them to Xavier.
��
Rogue stopped several feet away
from the tree, chewing her lower lip as she stared at the boy�s profile.� He
seemed as lost as she did, gazing at the sky above with half-lidded eyes.� Arms
wrapped about her to ward off the chill, she wondered what to say to him and
felt the awkwardness that had developed between them since that night in the
recreation room.� Remy could feel it almost like a tangible object within his
grasp and internally sighed.� It was yet another problem he needed to deal
with.� After several minutes of silence, leaving her twisting in the wind of
her indecision, he took the first step.�

�Y�know, chere, it gonna give dis
ol� boy a complex if you keep standing dere and staring a hole in me.�� Slowly
his head turned to face her, amusement dancing in his eyes.� �Ain�t got de sole
claim on dis here tree, if you wanna sit.�� He patted the ground beside him.

Startled, she hesitated a moment
before moving to sit beside him.� Rather than lean against the trunk, she sat
cross-legged and slightly hunched over, her forearms resting on her thighs as
she picked up a large brown leaf and began to twirl it between the fingers of
both hands.� Silence again hung between them until Rogue started to
systematically strip segments of the leaf along the withered veins.� When she
completely obliterated the once vibrant plant to small piles of dried up
debris, she reached for another and started the process again.� The crinkle and
crackling noises that her hands made in the destruction of one leaf after
another audibly emphasized the nervousness that was vibrating through her
body.� It was enough to make Remy�s teeth hurt as he clenched his jaw in
frustration; the last of his patience dwindling away.�

As Rogue collected yet another
leaf, Remy reached out and grasped both of her hands in his free one, squeezing
just enough to still her motions.� �It�s dead, girl.� Leave it be.�� After a
moment, he patted her hands before withdrawing, taking a pull on the cigarette
in his dangling fingers and watching as she dropped the leaf and fisted one
hand within the palm of the other in an attempt to resist the temptation of
shredding yet another.�

Expelling the smoke from his
lungs, Remy continued to gaze above him.� He mused that quiet solitude may be
over-rated as the silence between them became suffocating.� It wasn�t so much
the lack of human voice that was pushing Remy to the edge.� Rather, the
emotional turmoil sitting beside him, battering away at his already weakened
shields, was unhinging him.� With a flick of his cigarette and a deep sigh as
he leaned further back against the tree, the Cajun decided to end the silent
stalemate.� � M�sorry, chere.��

Rogue looked up at him.� �What
for?�

Remy turned his head sharply, a
sarcastic barb on the tip of his tongue until he took in her perplexed look as
well as what he could feel from her, and realized that she was genuinely
confused by his apology.� His cigarette filled fingers came up to rub along his
jaw for a moment while he collected his thoughts.� �Uh, well for dat time.��
Looking up at the deepening furrow of her brow, he clarified.� �Y�know, in de
rec room.� When I finger f�uh�did dat wit� my fingers.� I shouldn�a done dat to
you.�

The light of comprehension was in
her eyes as she blushed and looked back down at the little pile of dried debris
she had created earlier.� �It�s ok, Remy.� It was my fault for doing what I
did.��

He grabbed her chin and gently
turned it towards him so he could look her in the eye.� �Non, chere.� What you
did was a bit much, and you shouldn� be using yor powers to spy on friends.�
Mas, dat don� give no one de right to touch you intimately wit�out yor
permission.� What I did, it weren�t right, either.��

A small smile appeared on her face
as she said �Two wrongs don�t make a right, do they.�

�Non.�� Remy smirked before
releasing her chin.

�I�m sorry, too, Remy.�� She bit
her lip and glanced back at the pile of leaf parts in front of her.� �Yor
right.� I was trying to spy on ya.� It was stupid.�� Taking a deep breath, her
face turned towards the sky.� �When ya first came here, I was so jealous of
ya.� The way Logan watched ya, and always wanting to be with ya.� I wanted him
to look at me that way, ya know?�� She graced him with a sheepish smile before
turning away again to pick at the leaves.� �I love Logan.� Guess I always
have.� But he don�t look at me that way.� He sees me as a little girl, like his
daughter or sister, or something.� I dunno.�� A sigh escaped her as she wiped
her palms along the fabric of her thighs.� �So, when I saw how he was falling
for ya, I was angry and tried to find a reason to make him see that you were��
She shrugged her shoulders as if the reasons didn�t matter anymore.� �Anyway,
that�s why I did that.�

Remy held his tongue, listening to
her explanation with a twinge of guilt and sympathy in his gut.� She really was
a lonely young woman.� Rogue shifted her body around so that she was facing his
profile, her knees barely touching the side of his leg before continuing.�
�What ya did, it was something I never experienced with anyone before.� And
after ya left, I felt ashamed of myself for being so forward and driving ya to
do that.� But, ya stopped yorself.� Ya could have, you had every right ta��
When she saw him start to shake his head in the negative, she reached out and
touched his arm.� ��no, wait.� Listen, now.� This is the way I see it.� I
didn�t say no.� Maybe cause I was overwhelmed, but I didn�t say it.� Ya stopped
anyways, knowing I wasn�t ready for that kinda thing.� It opened my eyes and
let me see that maybe I wasn�t treating ya fairly.� I�d been so sure you were
the enemy.� But, after that night, I started watching ya.� It was little
things, Remy.� Like helping out Storm in the garden without her asking.� Or,
cleaning up the dishes when it wasn�t yor turn.�� A tiny laugh burst forth.�
�It probably sounds stupid, but those kinds a things tell something about a
person.� And then, you saved Logan and the Professor.�� Her eyes were moist and
shining when he finally looked at her.� �Ya coulda run, but ya didn�t.� Ya
faced down one of the most powerful mutants we�ve seen, all by yorself, risking
yor life for people ya only met a few months ago.� Now I know yor a good man,
Remy.�

He couldn�t stay and listen to
this any longer.� It was making his stomach churn with guilt and unnamed
feelings he didn�t want to address.� He gracefully rose to his feet and dusted
off the dirt from the back of his pants.� �A bit tired, chere.� T�ink I�m gonna
get some rest like de doctor ordered.�

As he stood before her, preparing
to walk away, she reached out and touched his knee.� �For a long time, I was
jealous of the way Logan looked at ya.� But I never thought I�d ever be jealous
of Logan.�� She stared hard at where her hand grasped his leg.� �Until now.�

The Cajun stood there, lost for a
moment in her confession before finally crouching down in front of her.� Her
emerald eyes were fixed on his chest and he gently cupped her face.� �One day,
chere, you gon� learn to master yor power.� Maybe even learn to use all de
powers you done pulled from ot�ers over time.� Den, you gon� find de person you
was meant to be wit�.� And it�s gon� be beautiful.�� He leaned over and brushed
his lips against her forehead in a chaste kiss, before standing and striding
away, leaving her with her thoughts.�

Sleep did not come easily that
night, or for the next few nights as Remy struggled against his own
conscience.� The longer he delayed facing the inevitable with Magneto, the
worse he knew things would be for him.� But, he could not make himself leave
the mansion while Logan was so incapacitated.� Several days passed before Hank
released the much improved feral to his own bedroom.� Logan was still fairly
weak from the metal poisoning, but the doctor had given him a clean bill of
health with the note that Logan would be back to his grumpy self with a few
more days of rest.� Remy knew he needed to face his boss and try to repair any
damage done.� Hopefully the few days that had passed would find the other man
less angry.� He decided to leave that evening, after first spending some time
with Logan.

The sun hung low in the late
afternoon sky as Remy made his way to the feral�s room.� As quiet as the thief
he was, he entered the room and moved to stand beside Logan�s bed, staring at
the older man for many long minutes before Logan�s eyes opened to greet him.�
It was testament to Logan�s weakened state that he didn�t immediately sense the
younger man when the Cajun first entered the room.

�Hey Gumbo.� Heard ya put the hurt
on Magneto.�

Remy grinned down at the man.�
�Oui.� Gambit blew him away wit� my special card tricks.�

Logan shifted to get more comfortable.� �Wish ya�d killed him.�

The grin faded as Remy sat on the
edge of the bed and stroked Logan�s chest.� �Was worried �bout you, homme.� He whispered.

One strong hand came up to capture
the thief�s roaming fingers and bring them to his lips for a soft kiss before Logan answered.� �Take more than a metal manipulatin� bastard to kill me, kid.�� Logan tugged on the younger mutant�s hand, calling the boy forward to capture lips that
tasted sweeter than he remembered.�

Remy straddled the other man;
leaning down to pepper kisses along the feral�s jaw.� �Need you, cher.� Need to
know yor alive and not just a dream; need to feel you.�� He needed something to
hold onto when he faced his boss.�

The older man panted as the young
mutant�s talented tongue rimmed the shell of his ear.� �Not gonna be much help,
I�m afraid.� Got almost no energy.�� He could feel the boy�s smile against his
neck.�

�Don� worry, mon coeur.� I�ll do
all de work.� You just lay back and enjoy.�� The Cajun made short work of their
clothes, hands roaming over the ridges and planes of the older man�s chest.� A
pink tongue laved the dark areole circling a pert nipple before latching on to
nibble at the pebbled flesh.� Logan�s eyes rolled back and he groaned low at
the sensation.� Remy was everywhere, causing Logan�s skin to burn with his
touches, nerves set aflame from talented tongue, teeth, and fingers.� Before
the older man could process the feverish pace, Remy swallowed him whole;
lavishing focused attention on Logan�s cock until the feral thought he might
come undone from the overwhelming pleasure.� With his eyes closed, he let his
sense of touch run free, relishing in the feel of the boy.� Sense of smell wide
open, he was intoxicated with the mixture of aromas, the fruity tang of shampoo
marrying with the sweet spice of perspiration and the heady musk of Remy�s
sex.� He felt the shift in weight, the movement of the very air around them
just before he was encased in the tight heat of the boy as Remy lowered himself
onto Logan�s hardened member, sheathing the older man completely.�

Head thrown back and guttural moans of ecstasy escaping his
throat, Remy rode Logan with something akin to panic, lifting himself rapidly
up and down on the feral�s thick shaft in wild abandon.� Logan could only watch
in a lust filled daze, eyes glazed over with the pleasure the boy was giving
him and the love he felt for the Cajun.� If he hadn�t still been recovering,
his mind a little clearer, Logan would have recognized the coupling as
desperation � desperate love, desperate fear.�

Their love-making was frantic,
pushing higher and higher until it reached the ultimate crest, waves of passion
crashing over them as they filled and were filled with seeds of their love.�
Their cries of completion echoed around the room, until at last Remy fell
forward to lie on the older man beneath him.� He was content to remain joined
with the man.� /Just a while longer./� Remy laid his cheek against the
wiry curls of the older man�s chest, rubbing along the coarse hairs as if
trying to leave his scent mark.� Sated, it didn�t take long for Logan to fall into a deep sleep of the righteously exhausted.� Remy�s chest was tight with
emotion as he gave the older man one last kiss before silently slipping away.�
He couldn�t put it off any longer.

The ride to the warehouse district
seemed to take longer than usual, the lonely winding roads stretching
impossibly further as he sped towards imminent danger.� When he reached the
building that housed his current employer, it took every ounce of will power to
make his feet move towards the door.� The lack of Creed at the entrance to
harass and grope him set warning bells off in his head.� He didn�t like
deviations from the norm, not when it was his life on the line.� With a grim
set to his mouth, he steeled himself and moved through the building until he
reached Magneto�s office.� A knock yielded momentary silence before he heard
the orders to enter the darkened room.� His steps faltered as he felt the
presence of both Magneto and Sabretooth in the office, but he could only
immediately see the master of magnetism as he kept his head straight and walked
towards the desk.

Remy stood in the middle of the
room, all too aware of Creed skulking in the shadows somewhere behind him.�
Magneto sat at his desk ignoring the Cajun as he continued to scribble notes on
some papers before him.� But Remy wasn�t fooled into believing the man was
calmly working.� The anger and tension radiated off the older man like the
surface of the sun, making the air in the room almost suffocating and hot to
the touch.� Finally, after what seemed like hours but had only been a few
minutes, the older man carefully laid the pen down and stood.� Raw power oozed
from the mutant as he moved with purpose to stand directly in front of Remy.

�Explain to me, thief, how you
came to be with those fools the other night instead of obtaining the data as I
requested?�� The sheer control in that baritone voice sent shivers down Remy�s
back.� �I seem to recall informing you that I would provide the suitable
distraction you claimed you needed.� And yet, to my surprise, you arrived with
the X-Men to do battle against me.��

It took an effort not to grind his
teeth before answering.� �De Professor, he insisted I go.��

Ruby eyes watched warily as the
master of metal slightly nodded, as if coming to some kind of decision, and
then suddenly the older man�s arm whipped around and backhanded the Cajun
hard.� �YOU FOUGHT AGAINST ME!!!!!�� Remy�s head snapped sideways and he almost
lost his balance as his teeth cut into the side of his mouth, barely
registering the angry words that flew from the older man�s mouth over the
ringing in his ears.�

Remy gasped, breath stolen for a
moment at the unexpected blow.� One fingerless gloved hand reached up and
smeared away the blood forming at the edge of his mouth.� �Tried to convince
him I should stay at de mansion, but he wouldn�t listen.�� He panted, trying to
avoid the fury he knew he would see in the other mutant�s eyes.

Small vibrations thrumming through
his body were the only signs of his anger as Magneto clenched his fists and
turned his back on the boy.� He walked towards his desk, but did not shift to
move behind it.� Instead, he stood facing the wall as if he were the one
answering to an imaginary boss sitting on the other side of the furniture, his
rigid back the only thing in Remy�s line of sight.� The tension filled the room
as the other man remained silent; a pregnant pause that did nothing to ease the
coil of dread that had been building in his gut.� Remy knew he was outmatched
with both mutants in the room, but he was determined to be prepared for what he
felt was coming.

Erik sighed deeply, forcing his
muscles to relax.� Part of him knew he had been unrealistic to expect this
mission to be successfully completed in such a short time, but the other more
dominant less rational part of his mind simply wanted to lash out at the source
of his current frustration.� �Where is my data?�

The Cajun pursed his lips.� He�d
been expecting the question, but still felt unprepared to give a sufficient
answer.� �I�m close.�

�You said that last time.� Magneto
stated, the calmness of his voice belying the underlying anger he felt.� �How
close are you and when can I expect the results I seek?�

�Soon, M�sieur.�� Remy cajoled,
hoping that his deference to the master of magnetism would ease the man�s
anger.� Perhaps he could walk away from this meeting with little more than a
headache and wounded pride.��

Erik frowned, not at all pleased
with such a vague answer.� �And what does �soon� mean in your terminology,
LeBeau?� You�ve been with them for months.�

The answers he had carefully
constructed in his mind on the way to meet with Magneto played through his
thoughts like flash cards.� �A couple months, I t�ink.� Gotta find some time
alone wit� de main computer, den get t�ru de last of de encryption.�

Magneto smiled though it could not
be seen with his back to the boy.� A couple more months didn�t seem
unreasonable after all the amount of time and effort he had already invested in
this plan.� Still, the boy needed to learn a lesson in regards to attacking his
employers.� �Very well.� I shall endeavor to patiently wait for you to complete
your assigned tasks.�� Blue-grey eyes flickered to two metal pieces on the
table in front of him, raising them to hover in the air behind his body out of
Remy�s line of sight as he turned around to face the boy.�

There was no warning in the older
man�s blank face as he stared dispassionately at the Cajun.� Suddenly,
Magneto�s arms shot outwards to his side, a parody of Da Vinci�s Vitruvian Man
for a few moments before thrusting both arms towards Gambit.� Two metal spheres
flew at the boy, wrapping themselves around his hands and wrists before he
could even gasp in surprise.� Magneto fisted his hands on his outstretched
arms, commanding the material to obey him, pulling Gambit�s arms forward.� Remy
struggled against the hold, a mixture of shock and fear reflecting in his
crystal eyes as his hands yanked away from the side of his body to extend in
front of him.� The controlling hands of the older mutant vibrated with power,
and he brought both his fists together.� A few feet opposite, the metal around
Remy�s hands slammed into one another with a powerful magnetic attraction.�
Magneto used his mutant abilities to place tremendous
pressure on the metallic substances to liquefy and reshape them as the components began to fuse together, effectively
forming one metallic block.� The weight of the contraption was unexpected,
causing Remy to fall to one knee as his metal encased hands hit the floor with
a loud �thunk� when Magneto released control.� The Cajun was peripherally aware
of his boss�s approach as he continued to blink at his hands in surprise.�

�That does not, however, excuse
your participation in the battle against me.�� Lehnsherr hovered above him,
satisfaction at his handiwork oozing from every pore.� �I have given you too much
leeway and it is now time to remind you of your place.�� Eyes the color of
steel flickered briefly towards the figure in the shadows before turning to
stride towards the door.� �Teach him well.�� Stopping at the threshold, Magneto
turned to give one last hard look at the boy, relishing the horror in those
ruby orbs for a moment before he turned that stern, commanding gaze on the
feral.� �But you know my rules, Creed.�� He warned, and then he was gone.

Still kneeling, Remy was
speechless as he continued to stare at the closed door through which Lehnsherr
had left.� He heard the larger mutant shuffling towards him, a low rumbling
purr in Creed�s throat that caused Remy to pant in equal parts of anger and
fear.� �Looks like it�s just you and me, Cajun.�� It was easy to picture the
leer on the feral�s face, even as Remy�s back was to the man.� Remy looked down
at his hands one more time and counted heartbeats until he felt the larger
mutant directly behind him; felt him bending over to grab.

�Fuck dat.� Remy spat, summoning
all his strength to jump up from the floor and swing his heavy metal cased
hands around like a club to strike Sabertooth across the cheek, hearing the
crunch of bones as the steel block connected.� The feral went sideways,
slamming into the wall from the unexpected blow.� A massive gash exposed muscle
and tendon as blood ran freely down the older man�s face and neck.� It took
Creed a few moments to gather his scattered wits, but already the wound was
healing.� The impact against the big body did nothing to slow the arc of the
swing, and it pulled Remy�s body around until he was once again sprawled on the
floor with the echoing pinging sound of metallic strikes in his ear.� He wasted
no time, struggling with the weight of the steel case as he tried to bring
himself into a position to make a run for the door.� But it was not enough.� No
sooner had he brought himself up to his feet, his body bent over with the
weight of the metal still holding his hands to the floor, when Creed�s arms
circled round his chest.� The impact of the larger body against his back sent
them both to the floor.� Creed pulled Remy back against his chest and they both
sat there on their knees, the outside of Remy�s thighs nestled securely against
the inside of Creed�s as they panted from the pain and exertion.��

�You know, I always like it when you struggle Remy, makes
things more intense.� But Magneto don�t want you too damaged, which is fine by
me.� I don�t like to hurt my pets �.much.�� Creed�s hot, vile breath blew across
the back of his ear as he hissed, raising the hairs on the nape of Remy�s
neck.� �So what�s it gonna be, sweet cheeks?�

It wasn�t really a question or a choice.� Remy knew exactly
what the man wanted�.capitulation.� What was it about this particular feral
that demanded submission from him?� Sabertooth could take what he wanted,
violently and with no remorse, had done so on many occasions giving no mercy to
his victims.� But with Remy it was some kind of sick game, and the Cajun was in
no real mood to play.� Creed got off not on the rough sex with the thief, but
rather the chase and the domination.� It was always the edge of consent between
the two.� There was predator and prey in the naked jungle, and Remy knew he
skirted the border between the two.� Perhaps it was this that seemed to attract
ferals to him.� He didn�t know.� All that really mattered is that �this� feral
had a need to conquer him, but no desire to damage too much in the process, as
if therein lay the rare challenge.�

Remy remained tense in his arms a few minutes more,
struggling with himself over the conflicting desires to fight, flee, and
surrender.� Ultimately he knew which path he would follow and wasted no more
time.� With a shaky sigh, he lay his head back on the larger mutant�s shoulder,
bearing his neck and closing his eyes.� It was exactly what Creed wanted as the
older man chuckled and began licking a path along Remy�s neck.� The thief
suppressed a shudder and managed to keep a smirk off his face.� Magneto had no
clue when it came to the real relationship between himself and Creed.� If the
master of magnetism truly thought this would be some kind of painful
punishment, he would be partially disappointed.� There would be some pain,
Creed would insist, but the physical damage Remy would sustain would be far
less than Erik expected.� Then again, Remy mused, the man wasn�t that stupid.�
It was quite possible the physical pain wasn�t what the silver haired mutant
was after, and would be merely a bonus.

He could survive this; had done so
before as memories from a distant time came forward to remind him.� The single
dull yellow street lamp, with its hordes of worshipping insects buzzing around
the bulb, was the only illumination on the glass case of a side street
bookstore in the middle of the night.� But it was enough light for a street rat
whose only escape from the shadows of despair was pure imagination.� It was
with wide eyed wonder that a young boy stared at the cover art of historical
and illustrative books on display, melding the scenes from each into a single
sanctuary deep within him.� It was an inner sanctum he would visit time and
time again to help him deal with the harsh realities of his life.��

Remy�s mind began to close and
slip away; escaping to the haven deep within that he had created in the early
stages of his life.� He was vaguely aware of the feel and sound of clothing
being ripped by talon-like claws, tearing away fabric as well as the tender
skin underneath, leaving ravines of varying depths within the flesh from which
blood began to seep and run.� Slowly, the dark pain of reality faded to
brilliant sunshine as he walked among magnolia trees, pecan trees and majestic
old oaks with moss draping down through the limbs and swaying with a gentle
breeze.� The air was fresh, sweet with innocence and undisturbed by the taint
of man.� Carpet like grass tickled under bare feet as the melodies of birds and
the crunch of pecan shells filled his ears.� As Creed gave him a perfunctory
prelude kiss to the inevitable act, the nutty taste of the fruit was the flavor
tantalizing his tongue in the depths of his mind.� And as his body was rocked
to the sounds of grunting, it was an old wooden bench rope swing hanging from a
massive oak limb that creaked and groaned with his weight as it lazily swung
him among swirling magnolia petals.� It was a utopian place he pictured in his
mind, and it would cradle him safely through the next few hours.

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