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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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Thanks for the reviews, guys! Hope you enjoy this chapter, in which Jimmy is a naughty boy.
It had been three weeks since their first hunting expedition, and Victor was pleased with the results. Especially with his cock down Jimmy�s throat, like it is right now. And dear god, the man could suck like a dream. After several attempts, Jimmy had learned how to deep throat with ease. Tonight, Victor hadn�t even asked Jimmy for anything. He had just fed his brother, then took Jimmy into the living room with him. Jimmy took his place at Victor�s feet, watching his brother with concern when Victor simply turned on the television.
Jimmy wondered if he had done something wrong. Victor wasn�t even looking at him. Agitated, he practically threw his face into his brother�s lap and went to work.
�Fuck, Jimmy, that�s good,� Victor groaned in praise, twisting the fingers of one hand in Jimmy�s hair. He could feel his little brother�s desperation in the clutch of his hands on Victor�s thighs. Grunting, he pulled Jimmy up and threw him onto his back on the couch. Victor was pleasantly surprised to find that Jimmy had all ready lubricated himself for Victor. He slipped into Jimmy, gasping at the tight heat that tried to devour him.
Jimmy lifted his hips, trying to make the angle better for Victor. He sighed in contentment, tightly gripping Victor�s back with hands and legs. Victor reached between them, fondling his brother to completion and following him several hard thrusts after. Panting happily, Victor kissed Jimmy.
Victor takes a moment to read his brother�s face, gently brushing back Jimmy�s hair. If Logan is lurking anywhere in Jimmy, he has hidden himself well. There is only affection and admiration in Jimmy�s eyes these days. He lives to please Victor.
�Such a good little brother,� Victor murmurs. Jimmy replies by burrowing his head into Victor�s shoulder.
Victor frowns into the top if Jimmy�s head. He can�t remember the last time he heard his brother speak in the past week beyond maybe a few grunted mono-syllabic responses when Victor all but tried to force an answer out of Jimmy. Not that he is complaining about Jimmy�s new methods of responding, with fevered touches or gentle licks to the neck, but Victor wouldn�t mind a little conversation from his baby brother once in a while.
Victor wonders if perhaps he has pushed Jimmy too far.
While Victor wanted his brother to be obedient; he didn�t want a mindless drone. And he doubted Stryker would be pleased if he brought back what amounted to a puppy in a man�s body.
And Stryker would get rid of Jimmy if he became superfluous.
Over Victor�s dead body. But most likely it would result in Stryker�s death first, if he should ever be so stupid as to hurt Jimmy. Worse, if he should kill him.
Speaking of Stryker, the phone rings insistently. Jimmy starts and looks at the phone in terror. He swipes out with his claws and tries to �kill� the phone, snarling at his enemy.
�Jimmy, stop that,� Victor orders. Jimmy suddenly drops to the floor, watching Victor wearily. Victor reaches down and gently strokes his brother�s hair while he answers the phone. �Yes?� He knows damned well who it is.
�Ah, Victor, how are things going with our little pet project?� Stryker�s voice oozes over the phone. Victor finds himself wincing at the word �pet� being applied to his brother. �Since I haven�t heard from you recently, I assume all is going well?�
�Everything is going just fine,� Victor replied, the smirk evident in his tone. Jimmy poked at the phone base with a finger. Victor lightly swatted the finger. �I figure in a few more months, Jimmy will be ready to come home.�
�Good, good. But here�s the thing, we need you back here for a few days. There�s a mission that I really need you to handle. I was going to send David up to watch over James-�
�No!� Victor barks. Jimmy hisses in terror and skitters over to cower next to the television. Shit, Victor groans inwardly. He tries to reach Jimmy to comfort him, but the phone cord is too short. And Jimmy looks terrified. �That won�t be necessary, sir. Jimmy will be fine on his own.� He snaps his fingers, indicating that Jimmy should come closer to him. Jimmy is shivering, refusing to budge as he expects some kind of punishment.
�I�m not so certain about that,� Stryker is saying. �How do you know that he won�t run off without you there to watch over him?�
�I took necessary precautions to keep Jimmy on the grounds if I wasn�t able to actively watch him,� Victor grunts, trying to hook Jimmy with a foot and drag his brother over to himself with no success.
�Is everything all right, Victor? I hope you�re not having any problems with James?�
�No, sir, just trying to reach something without dropping the phone. But Jimmy will be just fine on his own for a few days. And I put a tracking device on him should he decide to run,� Victor explains. Jimmy is misinterpreting the foot trying to reach him. He flashes past Victor and runs into the bedroom. Victor groans to himself as he hears the closet door shutting. Jimmy had taken to hiding in there these past few days whenever he thought Victor was mad with him. And it was a bitch to get that man out of the closet.
�All right, I�m going to trust your judgment on this, Victor. But if it turns out at any time that you can�t handle James, I�m going to be forced to turn him over to the scientists here for a more� permanent correction.� Stryker�s threat hangs over Victor�s head, causing his stomach to drop. He knows what types of things Stryker could do to Jimmy to force him to fall in line. And he will be damned if he lets Stryker do any of that to Jimmy.
�I promise you, Stryker, that option will not be necessary.� The palpable threat is handed back through the phone to Stryker.
�Very good.� Damn, is there any time that man doesn�t sound chipper? �I will expect you back at base by 1500 tomorrow.�
And with that the line goes dead. Victor curses softly. He will have to leave within the hour to get back to base in time. So, not only does he have to pack, but he has to get Jimmy out of the closet and pray he understands that Victor is leaving for a short while.
Taking a moment to make sure he is exuding a calm feeling, Victor opens the bedroom door. He contemplates turning on the lights, but decides against it. The only sounds he can detect are that of Jimmy scuffling around in the shoes.
�Jimmy, I�m opening up the door now,� Victor soothes. �You�ve done nothing wrong. You haven�t been bad.�
The door opens to find Jimmy with his face pressed to the closet wall and his arms wrapped around his head. Victor reaches out slowly to touch Jimmy�s shoulder. �Nobad,� Jimmy gasps, cringing.
Victor frowns before realizing what Jimmy means. �No, Jimmy, you haven�t been bad. I was just mad at Stryker, not you,� Victor murmurs, lightly rubbing circles into Jimmy�s back. �It�s all right, you don�t have to hide. Come on out.�
It takes a full fifteen minutes of cajoling to get Jimmy to finally come out. When Victor tries to explain about where he is going, Jimmy flees back into the closet. It takes another thirty minutes to calm Jimmy down and get him curled up on the bed.
�It�s only for a few days, Jimmy. There�s plenty of food in the kitchen for you to eat. Just don�t make a mess while I�m gone. You can go outside if you want, just don�t go past the fence,� Victor explains as he packs. He notices that he needs to repack his socks several times.
Jimmy appears almost teary eyed as he follows him out to the truck. �When will you be back?� he asks fretfully. At least he�s using a full sentence, Victor notices.
�Four days at the most, Jimmy,� Victor promises, kissing his brother�s forehead. For a moment, Victor has a vision of Jimmy in a house dress, a pearl necklace and heels. He immediately realizes that his brother wouldn�t make the most attractive woman and leads Victor to discard one game he had contemplated playing with Jimmy.
�Four days, promise?� Jimmy pleads, trying to crawl into the truck. Victor gently pushes him back, closing the door but unrolling the window.
�Four days, Jimmy, and I will be right back here,� Victor promises.
He grins to himself as he drives away, seeing Jimmy in the rearview mirror watching after him.
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Victor doesn�t know what he expected when he came home. The mission had taken longer than planned by two days. He had left Jimmy enough food, and plenty of books to read and the television to keep him occupied.
The footprints in the snow just outside the gate and the drag marks going back in were not surprising. Depending on the reason he gets from Jimmy, Victor may need to punish him.
The wood pile that had been tossed around the yard, most likely in a tantrum, was not all that shocking either. Victor wonders when that happened.
He walks cautiously into the house to find that couch is now in several pieces and most of the stuffing is all over the living room. The television has been smashed to the floor, along with anything else Jimmy could apparently get his hands or claws on.
Victor is shocked when his naked brother comes snarling out of the kitchen and plunges both sets of claws into his chest. �You said four days!� Jimmy rants. �Where have you been? Why didn�t you come back like you promised?�
Victor idly thinks that leaving Jimmy alone for so long may have been a bad idea. Jimmy is sniffing him angrily. �Who are these people?� Jimmy hisses. �Were they that important you had to stay away for so long?�
Grabbing his brother by the wrists, Victor tosses Jimmy across the room and into a wall. Jimmy�s body slides to the floor, where he crouches and watches Victor angrily. While Victor is not pleased by the outburst, he is pleased at Jimmy�s concerns.
Once his chest has healed, Victor calmly gets to his feet and stalks over to Jimmy. Jimmy leaps into the air at him, but Victor easily backhands him to the floor again. Apparently, Jimmy needs some reminding of who is in control here. �You trying to leave, I expected. You having your little temper tantrum in the yard, I expected. Hell, I�m not even that upset about it,� Victor said coldly. �But I will not tolerate you destroying this home or disrespecting me, Jimmy.�
Jimmy�s face shifts between fear and anger. �You left me,� he replies petulantly. �For more than four days. You promised!�
Victor notices the phone has been smashed. �You know that sometimes things don�t go according to plan. A few extra days is no reason for what you�ve done,� Victor points out. �Did the phone ring?�
Jimmy looks for all the world like a four year old who has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. �Maybe,� he mutters, shrugging noncommittally.
Victor�s hand shoots and roughly shakes Jimmy by the hair. �Did it ring?� he yells.
�Yes, yes it rang!� Jimmy shouts back, which earns him a hard slap across the face.
�Then why didn�t you answer it?� Victor demands. �It was probably someone from the base calling to let you know I was going to be late. Do you know what could have happened?� He dragged his brother across the floor towards the basement. Jimmy starts to snarl and fight. �Stryker could have sent someone up to here to �collect� you, Jimmy. Do you know what that means?�
Jimmy pops his claws and digs them into the kitchen floor, desperate not to be put back in the basement. �No no nono nononono��
Lightening fast, Victor is straddling Jimmy�s hips and pulling his brother�s head away from the floor. �They will take you into a lab, Jimmy. The will do horrible things to you. If I can�t get you to behave on your own, they have scientific ways of making you behave,� Victor hisses in Jimmy�s ear. �Is that what you want?� he shrieks. �To be some kind of fucking drooling lab rat?�
Jimmy is trying to wriggle out of Victor�s grasp. �No, no, no,� he is chanting. �I�ll be good. I�ll be good. Don�t. Don�t . I�ll be good!�
�Then don�t. Mis. Be. Have!� Each syllable punctuates by slamming Jimmy�s face into the floor. Suddenly, Victor pulls his bleeding baby brother up and wraps his body around Jimmy. �I won�t let them take you away, Jimmy,� he hisses, rocking in his own personal madness. �But if I can�t count on you to take care of yourself when I�m not around, the scientists will come for you, Jimmy. They will take you away from me. And you�ll be alone.�
�No,� Jimmy whimpers, curling into his brother�s embrace. �I won�t let that happen. I�ll be good. Give me another chance.�
Victor is breathing heavily through his nose. �I need you to be a good little brother, Jimmy. They�ll take you away if you�re bad. And I won�t let them take you alive. I promise you that much.�
Jimmy reaches between them to undo Victor�s pants and start stroking him. �I�ll be a good little brother,� Jimmy promises, kissing the side of Victor�s throat. �Just don�t let them take me away.�
With a deep moan, Victor watches as Jimmy lays on his back, legs spread wide. That�s all the invitation he needs to pull Jimmy closer by his thighs and force himself as deeply into his little brother�s body as he can. Jimmy whines in pain for a moment, but soon he is gasping and stroking himself as Victor changes the direction of his hips to give Jimmy some pleasure as well. Victor is still pissed as hell, but this is just a minor setback.
And Victor is damned if either he or Jimmy will give Stryker a reason to take Jimmy away.
�You�re mine, Jimmy, mine!� Victor snarls, slamming into Jimmy as if he would fuck his way through his body. �No one will ever take you from me. Promise it!� He slaps Jimmy�s hand away from his cock and squeezes it, denying his brother release. �Promise me, Jimmy. Promise!�
�Yours,� Jimmy gasps, squeezing Victor�s cock with his internal muscles with as much strength as he can muster.
Victor suddenly scoops Jimmy up so that they are both upright, Jimmy straddling Victor as he kneels on the floor. Jimmy continues to ride Victor, desperate for his own release as much as Victor�s. Gritting his teeth, Victor smacks Jimmy on the ass. �Who do you belong to, Jimmy?� he hisses into his brother�s face, smacking Jimmy again.
�You, Victor,� Jimmy gasps, his mind struggling to comprehend the burning in his lower back half and why it seems to feel good. Victor spanks him a third time. �I belong to you Victor.�
�Louder, Jimmy,� Victor growls, still clutching his brother in one hand and slapping his ass several more times. The final smack has some claw in it.
Jimmy is practically wailing now. �Yours, Victor, I�m yours!�
Unable to hold back, Victor slams Jimmy back down on the floor with both of his hands scratching at Jimmy�s shoulders and howls as the world explodes around him. He can feel the warmth of Jimmy�s release between the two of them.
Shaking uncontrollably, Victor buries his face in the crook of Jimmy�s neck. �We�re brothers, Jimmy,� he whispers. �Heaven help anyone who tries to get between us.�
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