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Bend You, Break You, Make You Mine	By : MyraThorne Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7126 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Since the bathing went so well, Victor decides to try a little experiment with Jimmy. That night, he leapt down into the basement to find his little brother shivering in the corner. Victor had released Jimmy�s hands earlier before reattaching his collar chain. Victor didn�t want his arms to freeze up too much. Jimmy had wrapped one of the towels around his lower half, another around his shoulders.
Jimmy had his back to the wall, his knees pulled up to his chest. He was watching Victor, his eyes tracking every movement. His sharp gaze settled on the small plate of meat and bread that Victor had brought down as a reward for Jimmy.
Victor sat in his ever present chair and set the plate of food behind him. �Come here, Jimmy, sit next to me,� he ordered gently, patting the side of his leg.
Logan is torn. He is hungry, but he is also wary of what Victor might try to do to him if he gets too close. The memory of his beating earlier that day is also lingering in his mind. Silently, Logan gets to his feet and approaches his brother slowly, resisting the urge to dive for the food. He stiffly sits at Victor�s feet, again pulling his knees up to his chest so that all Victor can see of his face are his eyes staring at him.
Victor affectionately scratches Jimmy behind the ear. �You did very well today, Jimmy,� he praises. His scratches change to a gentle rub. Jimmy starts to lean into the touch. Victor pulls his hand away, taking a moment to stroke the underside of Jimmy�s jaw before reaching behind the chair for the plate. �And because you were such a good little brother, I brought you some extra food for your dinner tonight.�
Victor watches, pleased, as Jimmy eagerly takes the bites of bread and meat from his hand. He bends down and pulls his brother into a kiss. Jimmy starts, but he doesn�t pull away. After a moment, he begins to kiss back.
,p>Victor has to stop or he may have to fuck his brother again, and he doesn�t think Jimmy is quite ready for that so soon. He runs a claw along Jimmy�s bottom lip. Victor leans back in the chair, watching his brother through half closed eyes. �I think we can try a new sleeping arrangement tonight,� he tells his little brother. �I�m going to have you sleep upstairs, see if you�re ready for it.�
Logan tenses. Victor is up to something. And he doesn�t think he is going to like what it is.
Victor reaches back to unhook the chain. �Don�t make me regret this, Jimmy,� he warns, before he removes the chain. He scoops his little brother up and tosses him over one shoulder. Along the way to the living room, he picks up a shorter, lighter chain. Victor dumps Jimmy unceremoniously on the floor and attaches the new chain to his collar. �Now, be a good boy,� he grins, ruffling his brother�s hair.
Logan has an overwhelming urge to rip Victor�s throat out with his teeth. But the rational side of him knows that this will only piss Victor off. When Victor turns on the television and goes to sit on the couch, leading Logan behind him, Logan tries to sit next to him. He is quickly rebuffed by Victor, knocked into a small but thick oak table with a sweep of his brother�s arm.
�I didn�t say you could sit on the furniture, Jimmy,� Victor chides him; his attention on whatever sport is on the television. �You stay on the floor until you have earned that right.�
Logan grits his teeth. His anger and humiliation win out over his good sense. �I�m not a fucking dog for you to house break, Victor!� he yells. And as soon as the words are out, he knows he has been very stupid.
Victor sighs loudly, his disappointment evident. He calmly kicks Jimmy in the stomach, cracking two ribs. Jimmy curls in on himself for a moment, trying to crawl away. Victor pulls on the chain sharply, dragging Jimmy back over to him. He snaps his fingers at Jimmy, pointing to the floor next to his feet. �Sit, Jimmy.�
Groaning in pain, Logan struggles over to Victor�s side. Once the ribs have healed, he sits at his brother�s feet again, knees pulled up to his chest. Victor seems to find this satisfactory and goes back to watching a football game. Logan occasionally glances at his brother, noticing that he never loosens his grip on the chain. This is humiliating. But perhaps that is the point, Logan surmises.
As the game goes on, Victor reaches out and begins to absently play with his brother�s hair. His mind is only half on the game. He watches as Jimmy slowly starts to lean against him.
Logan quickly finds that the towel around his waist is not all that warm. He starts to press into his brother�s leg for the body heat Victor can supply him with. Victor begins to rub slow circles into his scalp. Between the full belly and Victor�s warmth, Logan feels his eyes beginning to droop. For a moment, he can pretend that he is not chained like a naughty puppy. Instead, he pretends they are children again. Victor only wants what�s best for him, and he will keep him safe through the night.
Victor chuckles softly, when he hears Jimmy�s breathing even out and he wraps himself around Victor�s legs. Jimmy�s head is now partially cradled in his lap. This is how it should be. Jimmy dependent upon him, looking to him for his comforts.
When the game ends, Victor rouses Jimmy from his nap. He guides his sleepy little brother into the bedroom, attaching the chain to the end of the bed. Jimmy curls up on his side on a small rug next to the bed. Covering his little brother with a blanket, Victor muses to himself, �Not a dog, huh?�
Victor undresses and gets into bed. He lays perfectly still, waiting to see if Jimmy is faking being asleep. After thirty minutes, he starts to nod off. If Jimmy was going to attack-
Logan strikes quickly, digging one set of claws into the meat of his brother�s leg. He reaches behind to rip the chain from the bed post. �I ain�t your pet, Victor,� he snarls, slashing randomly. When he is positive that Victor has been incapacitated, Logan makes a mad dash for the bedroom door and right out of the house. The snow stings into his bare feet. For a moment he contemplates going back to get some kind of clothing, but Logan knows that he needs as much space between Victor and him as possible.
Logan runs for the front gate of the house. He is passing through it when there is an agonizing burning from the collar. He writhes in pain on the snowy path. Logan tries to keep crawling away from the house, but the pain only increases. Unable to take the pain anymore, Logan drags himself back inside the gate. He pants in pain, before trying to find a way to get the collar off. He now realizes why the damned thing was so thick. His brother must have put some kind of device to cripple him with pain if he tried to wander too far from the house.
Howling in rage, Logan starts to scratch as his neck. There has to be a way to get this collar off before Victor-
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
Victor walked out of the front of the house slowly, his intention quite clear. Jimmy had been a Very Bad Boy. And this will not be tolerated. He watches in mild amusement as Jimmy makes a second vain attempt to lunge past the gate. Victor catches him quickly by the hair and drags him back toward the house. �That was a very bad thing to do, Jimmy,� he says frostily. Victor throws his little brother at the pile of wood in the front yard. Jimmy�s body connects with a wet thunk, before dropping into the snow.
�Victor, don�t, please,� Logan mutters, trying to crawl back to the house. �I won�t-�
�No, you won�t,� Victor promises, reaching for one of the logs. He swings it over his head, bringing it down on his brother�s spine. He rolls Jimmy over and punches him in the face repeatedly, until he can barely recognize that it is his own little brother underneath him. Victor watches dully as the bones in Jimmy�s face move back into place, the skin knitting back into its proper form.
The smell of Jimmy�s blood on the snow has made Victor hard. He tosses his brother back onto his belly. He would rather use Jimmy�s mouth, but he doesn�t trust his little brother not to bite in retaliation. Forcing Jimmy�s legs apart and freeing himself from the remains of his own clothing, Victor forces himself into Jimmy�s body. Jimmy cries out in pain, but Victor doesn�t care. He just ruts like a beast in heat, enjoying the warm tightness his brother has to offer. He climaxes quickly, before roughly pulling out. He dully notices that there is more blood on the snow.
Victor grabs Jimmy by the hair again and drags him into the house. �You see what happens when you�re bad, Jimmy? Bad things. It doesn�t have to be this way. You can get good things, but you need to be a good little brother to get those things,� Victor rants. He throws open the basement door and throws Jimmy down, getting some satisfaction from the smacking of his little brother�s body with the cement floor.
�You�ll stay down there for the next three days, Jimmy,� Victor snaps, slamming the door shut and locking it. The door is metal, and thick. It would take Jimmy a very long time to claw his way out. And Victor doubts he would try given that he knows he can�t get off the property. Not without yet knowing how to shut the collar off.
Victor stalks back outside. He needs to kill something, because beating Jimmy senseless and fucking him has done nothing to take the edge off of his rage. Glancing at the wood pile and the blood, he notices a rat sitting on top of wood looking at him.
Grinning, Victor decides he might hunt something much smaller tonight. There is a small city fifty miles south of where they are. He goes back into the house to get some decent clothing.
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After a few hours, Logan begins to worry that his brother will just leave him to rot in the basement. He paces the floor, at one point kicking the chain around. He had removed that as soon as he realized that Victor was not immediately coming back. Logan had tried again to get the collar off. But all he had done was make his fingers bleed and learned that there was a small hole in the collar, most likely for some kind of key.
This meant that Victor did not mean to keep this collar on him indefinitely; all Logan had to do was find the key and then he would be able to leave. Logan wondered yet again what his brother really wanted from him. He kept raving at Logan about �behaving� and �being a good little brother�. If Logan could only figure out the rules of the game, he would be able to start trying to play and fight back.
Logan heard the squeal of brakes. Victor had returned from his little trip. Maybe if he begged Victor, made some kind of sexual advances, Logan could get the key. Of course, that also meant following through with those advances, but Logan was running out of workable ideas fast.
Logan ran to stand under the door, looking up expectantly when he heard Victor turning back the lock. The door slowly swung open, Victor smirking down at him. �Victor, I�m sorry about earlier,� Logan pleaded. �Just give me a second chance-�
�Hush, Jimmy,� Victor chides him. �Do you know what the worst thing to do when disciplining an unruly child is? Going back on your word. If you shorten their punishment, they think they can get away with anything. Now, you have to stay down here for three days. All by yourself. I won�t be coming to feed you.� He threw down two jugs of water, which Logan caught. �I suggest you make that last.� He grinned a grin full of teeth. �Now, you�re going to be in the dark. But I brought you some friends to play with. And if you get too hungry, you can always eat them.�
The lights go out. Victor starts to shut the door. But first he throws down a squealing, wriggling sack.
The door shuts, Victor locks it. Logan looks about. Even with enhanced sight, he can�t see without any light at all.
And the bag is squealing, screeching at him.
�Rats,� he gasps. Logan turns to shout at where he thinks the door is. �Victor, you son of a bitch!�
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