Adult-FanFiction.org : Marvel 'Verse

Bend You, Break You, Make You Mine	By : MyraThorne Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men or any of their movies, and I do not make any money from these writings.

Chapter List
- 7
- 8
- 9
6 Days Ago
Jimmy watched sadly as his brother�s truck disappeared down the road. Shivering, he moved back into the house. He looked around before settling on the couch. What was he supposed to do for four days all by himself?
He spent the next few hours flipping through a book, not really reading the words. He tried turning on the television, but that failed to hold his interest as well. What he wanted was to be outside, running through the wild with his brother.
Jimmy went outside and tried running around the yard, climbing the few meager trees that were inside the fenced yard. I wonder if this is how dogs feel when their masters leave? a snide voice sneered at Jimmy in his mind. He quickly grew bored with the outdoors, too. There just wasn�t enough space to truly maneuver in.
He wasted some time making an elaborate dinner for himself, but found eating alone dull. And he did miss having Victor feed him. It was one of the small ways he knew he was loved.
Jimmy managed to find a book of some interest after dinner. But it was nearly finished when he realized how tired he was becoming. Trudging into the bedroom, Jimmy put on a pair of his brother�s sweatpants that hadn�t yet made it to the laundry. He tried to sleep, but could find no comfortable position. He had grown so used to Victor�s presence, that sleeping alone held no affection for him.
Lying on his back, Jimmy stared into the darkness. �It�s only four days,� he muttered softly. �He�ll be back in four days.�
You are truly pathetic.
Jimmy looked over his shoulder. He knew there was no one actually in the room with him. �Great,� he grumbled, curling up on his side with his fists tucked under his head. He could still smell Victor. �Now I�m hearing voices.�
After an hour of tossing and turning, Jimmy finally fell into an uneasy sleep.
The next morning promised to be as dull as the day before. And now he had even more time to try and fill than yesterday, Jimmy realized.
While he was pacing in the yard, Jimmy heard the phone ringing. He trotted inside and answered it. Maybe a little conversation would help to kill some of the time.
�Hello?� he asked softly.
�Why, hello, James!� Stryker�s voice oozed over the phone. �How are you doing up there? I hope you are all right on your own?�
�I�m doing all right,� Jimmy replied noncommittally. He had never really liked Stryker. This was the man who had changed his brother so much, the reason he had foolishly left Victor�s side for so long. But this was also the man who held a great deal of power over both his and Victor�s lives.
�I can imagine.�
I bet he can, the voice hissed. Now he�s going to try and get you to do something he wants.
�Listen, James, Victor just left the base to go take care of that errand for me and I�m afraid I have a little issue that needs some handling up your way,� Stryker explained. �I was wondering if you would be up to handling it.� He quickly cut Jimmy off before he could even speak. �Don�t worry, there�s no killing involved. I just need you to go retrieve something for me. And I need someone who heals quickly to go get it. Would you be interested in getting out of that house for a day or two?�
Told you so.
�I can�t leave the house,� Jimmy answered, trying to ignore the voice. It was getting louder and louder each time it spoke. �I don�t think Victor would like that.�
�James, James, James,� Stryker chided. �Victor wants you to come back to work with us, to be a part of our team again. I�m sure he wouldn�t mind you taking on a little job like this. Don�t you want to be a part of the team like Victor again?�
Jimmy winced. He knew this was what Victor wanted. But Victor hadn�t said anything about going to work for Stryker, much less leaving the house. �I can�t leave,� he said a second time.
�I can have David up there in no time to get that little device off your neck,� Stryker continued. �And, if you�re worried about Victor, there�s no reason for him to know. I promise I won�t tell him a thing. It will take you less than two days to complete the mission. You�ll be back before him and he�ll never know you left. David will make sure to leave no trace of his scent behind, just meet him right at the gate.�
Careful. He�s up to something.
�I really don�t think this is a good idea-�
Here it comes.
Stryker�s voice took on a dark tone, whispering in Jimmy�s ear. �You want to be a good brother, don�t you, Jimmy? You wouldn�t want me to tell Victor you were bad while he was gone, do you? You do want Victor to be happy, right? To be proud of you?�
Terror suddenly gripped at Jimmy�s chest. �I am a good brother,� he insisted, dimly aware of the childish tone of his voice.
He�s using you, fool. Let me handle this.
�Jimmy, just do what I ask you to and I won�t have to tell Victor you were bad,� Stryker explained.
Logan snorted. �So, let�s say I decide to do this little mission of yours, what exactly is it you need me to do?�
There was a slight pause before Stryker answered. �I would need you to break into a lab to get back some files that were stolen from us. But time is of the essence, James.�
�All right, I�ll take your little job. But Victor does not find out about this.� That was all Logan needed. He could take whatever Victor dished out and give it back in spades. But Jimmy was too fragile to handle any more such abuse from Victor. And Logan swore he would protect Jimmy, far better than Victor could ever do.
Even if Jimmy didn�t seem to believe him yet.
)0( )0( )0( )0( )0( )0(
Jimmy stood nervously at the end of the driveway, dressed in the dark clothing that Stryker had ordered him to wear. He watched David North got out of his car and approached. David was holding up the key to the collar around his neck and smirking. Christ, we hate this guy. It�s amazing Victor hasn�t killed him yet, Logan muttered.
Jimmy turned around once David was close enough to take the collar off. �Your brother still doesn�t trust you yet?� David quipped, opening the collar and setting it on a stump outside of the gate.
Jimmy glared at the collar as he followed David back to the car. He would show Victor that he could be trusted. He would come back, and it wouldn�t be because of that stupid collar.
Then why come back at all? We�re better off without him.
Because he cares about me. And I care about him. We�re brothers, we belong together.
The voice snorts derisively at him. Just because Victor is afraid of being alone doesn�t make that your problem. We get along just fine without him.
But� he understands me. He�s my brother. I need him.
Logan fell silent. He knew it would take time to get through to Jimmy, but he could be patient. After all, they had so much time together.
Jimmy had been so busy with his own private conversation, that he hadn�t been paying attention to where they were going. He realized that if anything happened to David, he wouldn�t be able to get back on his own.
�We�re here,� David murmured, bringing the car to a stop in front of what appeared to be some kind of research facility. He pulled out a manila folder and handed it to Jimmy. �There is a high chance of biological weapons, which is why we need you.� He indicated a path along one of the maps. �Here is the quickest way to where the files are located. The only down side is that the guards� lounge is right here. You will be going in two hours, just after the night shift starts, to keep potential casualties to a minimum. You won�t need to kill anyone, unless they see you. Understood?�
Jimmy nodded. This would be a piece of cake.
Two hours later found Jimmy sneaking into the lab. No one noticed him as he slipped silently through the hallways as he had been instructed. It was almost painfully easy.
He broke into the office with minimal difficulty. The smell of rot and decay nearly overwhelmed him as he walked into the room. Wincing, Jimmy backed away. �What the hell?� he muttered.
There was no way to explain what he saw. The walls were lined with diagrams and pictures. On the examination table was a body that had been recently cut open. Someone had been doing an autopsy in here.
Get in there and do your damn job, Jimmy.
I don�t think I can do this.
Then let me handle this for us. I will get us out of this situation alive.
Logan easily slipped back into control of his body. It was a shame that he had to leave Jimmy in control most of the time. But he knew that he was too stubborn to ever let Victor have so much control over him. And that would only get them killed.
But Jimmy had what it took to be the little brother Victor thought he should be.
Logan walked through the office, taking a closer look at the body. The poor bastard had obviously died in pain. What was strange was that the skeleton did not seem to be made of regular bone, but a shiny metal substance. Looking back at the pictures, Logan realized that they were of other bodies with the same strange metal skeleton. �What the hell you are you guys doing in here?� Logan muttered to himself, poking the body.
He made his way over to the counter and found the files in question. �What kind of sick shit are you up to� Dr. Essex?� Logan asked the silence, as he glanced through the researcher�s files to find the name.
Shaking his head, Logan collected up the files and put them into his bag. He had no idea who this Essex bastard was, but he was into some major bad juju here. But what did Stryker want with this stuff?
Well, it didn�t matter to him. He would just do his job, and then get Jimmy the hell away from Victor-
No! I want Victor! You want take me away from Victor!
Logan winced. �Let me get us out of here and then we can discuss it,� he growled at Jimmy. Reasserting his control, Logan shouldered his bag and made his way into the hallway.
�Who the fuck are you?�
God damn it. Turning half way around, Logan noticed a lone guard with his gun drawn. �Boy, you don�t want to do that,� Logan warned.
The foolish guard clicked off the safety and cocked his weapon. �Stop right there, buddy,� he threatened. �I don�t want to shoot you. So just put the bag down and put your hands on your head.�
�Not happening,� Logan retorted, continuing to walk away. �And if you want to walk away from this unharmed, and more importantly alive, I suggestion you just walk away from this.�
The guard was a fool. Instead of doing what he was told, or calling for help, he fired a warning a shot at the wall next to Logan�s head. �I told you to stop,� the man yelled.
Spinning around, claws out, Logan charged the foolish man. He didn�t even slow down when several bullets pierced his chest. He was only vaguely disturbed by the burbling cries of the dying man as his claws cut deep into the guard�s flesh.
Grumbling, Logan stood and cracked his back. He could feel Jimmy�s discomfort at the killing, but Jimmy understood that this was a necessary evil.
Logan made it back out of the lab without incident. David watched his approach with his usual smirk. One day, I�m gonna beat that smirk right offa his face. Logan sat in the car, slamming the door shut with more force than was probably necessary.
�Did you get what we were looking for?� David asked, sitting behind the wheel.
�It�s in the bag,� Logan muttered. He was about to tell David to start heading back to base, with the intent of escaping half way back, when Jimmy reared his head. Now, we go back to Victor. It�s where we belong. Victor cares for us. Victor protects us. I won�t be alone again!
I will protect us. I can watch over us. We won�t be alone for long. We will find-
No No No nononononono!! I want Victor! To hell with you!
Logan struggled to force Jimmy back into submission. But Jimmy, despite his over-dependence on Victor, was the stronger personality. Logan disappeared into the recesses of their mind. He would lay low for now.
Jimmy opened his eyes to see his home in front of him. The morning sun was just starting to rise and there was a promise of snow in the air, snow which would cover up the tracks left behind by David�s car. Without being asked, he quietly walked back into the yard and waited for David to put the collar back on.
Victor would be home soon, and he would be none the wiser as to what had happened.
)0( )0( )0( )0( )0( )0(
The next few days passed without any further incident for Jimmy, even if they were dull and frustrating. Logan had not returned to bother him.
At least, not until the fifth day.
Jimmy was growing antsy. Victor had not returned as expected. At first, Jimmy was able to keep his racing thoughts under control. Of course Victor wasn�t back yet, missions take time. And sometimes things don�t go exactly as planned, so maybe it would be an extra day or two before Victor returned.
Sleep eluded him that night. Jimmy lay in Victor�s bed, listening to the howling storm outside. At least he wouldn�t have to worry about Victor learning of what he had done. The wind and snow would cover up any trace of David�s presence having ever been here.
Around three in the morning, the storm stopped. Jimmy�s mind began to get the better of him. Why hadn�t Victor returned yet? What if something had gone wrong? What if Victor didn�t return? That would mean returning to Stryker with no Victor to watch over him. Alone. Alone. He would be all alone.
You have me. I will protect us.
Leave me alone. I don�t need you.
Then why are we still trapped in this god forsaken house? One phone call and I can have us out of here.
No! Victor will be so mad if I leave.
I know. But I can protect us from him.
But I like it with Victor now. He takes care of me. He has everything I need.
Don�t be stupid.
Jimmy realized that he had left the bedroom and had walked into the living room, his hand hovering over the phone. Logan had distracted him long enough to take control of their body. You are not doing this! We are NOT leaving Victor!
I refuse to live like a fuckin� puppy, begging at Victor�s heels for scraps! We are leaving this house right now!
Screaming, Jimmy smashed his fist into the phone. �No, you son of a bitch!� Jimmy yelled into the empty room. �I won�t let you take us away from him!�
�What is wrong with you?� Logan snarled, turning to walk towards the front door.
Jimmy pulled back. �I�m not the one who has something wrong with them!� Jimmy snapped. �Victor protects me. And I will not be alone again! I won�t let you take this away from me!�
With a shout of frustration, Logan threw the television onto the floor. �Quit being Victor�s little bitch!� he snapped at Jimmy. Logan began punching holes in the wall. �Grow a god-damned back bone!�
�What, and let you control me instead?� Jimmy shot back, knocking the couch over in his frustration. �If I have to be controlled, at least I will be with another person, not some fucking voice in my head!�
Logan popped his claws and sliced through the couch. �You are me, you stupid shit!� He tore into the couch, stuffing swirling around him. �And we need to leave this house! We need to get away from Victor!�
Logan, realizing he finally had some control of his shared body, ran out the front door and bee-lined for the gate. He could hear Jimmy screeching in frustration, begging him to stop. Logan refused to listen, or to acknowledge the pain inflicted upon him by the damned collar. How the hell could Jimmy have allowed that ass David to put this horrible thing back on him? Willingly?
Back! Go back! We have to go back! Jimmy managed to get back in control. Through the haze of pain caused by the collar, Jimmy realized just how far Logan had managed to get. They were half way to the key. Scrabbling in the snow, the two men fought for control of the body. But Jimmy was slightly stronger, and he managed to get them back inside of the gate.
He gasped desperately, lying on his back. Victor was going to be so mad at him.
Logan roared in frustration. He lunged at the wood pile, throwing the wood anywhere he could. Damn Victor! Damn Jimmy! These two would be the death of him! Fucking Victor, making Jimmy think he needed-
Jimmy dug his claws into his own leg, causing Logan to howl in pain. Panting, Jimmy dragged himself back into the house. Both Logan and Jimmy were exhausted, falling into a fitful sleep in the ruins of the couch.
It was Jimmy who woke up first the next morning.
The first thing he was aware of was how late he had slept. It was well into the afternoon. Also, Logan was silent.
Jimmy looked around at the destruction the two of them had wrought. He was in so much trouble when Victor came-
The sound of the truck pulling up to the house froze Jimmy�s thoughts for a moment, before a strange anger gripped at him. How dare Victor leave him alone that long. And with that Logan, no less.
Jimmy stalked into the kitchen, looking for a moment to collect his thoughts. He hears the truck door open and can practically taste the familiar scent of his brother on his tongue. Jimmy realizes he will have to win Victor over to keep him from asking too many questions. And may mean some pain for him.
Jimmy quickly removes his clothing and throws it into the cupboard above the refrigerator, mentally noting to come back and remove it later. He will show Victor what happens when he leaves his little brother alone too long.
Jimmy runs a hand along his chest, tweaking one of his nipples. His anger at Victor reaches a simmer as he hears his older brother enter the house.
Claws out, Jimmy lunges out of the kitchen and impales his claws in Victor�s chest. �You said four days!� he screams in his brother�s face. �Where have you been? Why didn�t you come back like you promised?�
Victor is looking at him in a daze as Jimmy sniffs around his brother�s face. �Who are these people?� he hisses. �Were they that important you had to stay away for so long?�
Victor grabs him by the wrists, tossing him across the room and into the wall. As his body slides to the floor, Jimmy stares at his brother angrily. If he hadn�t been left alone, none of this would have happened. No stupid mission, no stupid Logan.
After Victor�s chest healed, he moved fluidly to his feet and stalked over to Jimmy, standing over him like a vengeful god. Jimmy knows what is coming, and he is oddly thankful. Logan brought this upon them. True, they both must suffer. But maybe Logan would learn the consequences of trying to act out against Victor.
Victor always wins. And Victor always knows what is best. That is why he is the Big Brother, and Jimmy is the Good Little Brother.
Victor is overly calm when he addresses Jimmy. Jimmy almost wants the angry, out of control Victor more than this. �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 tells him coldly. �But I will not tolerate you destroying this home or disrespecting me, Jimmy.�
Now you will see, Logan. You will see how much Victor cares about us. Jimmy�s face shifts between anger and false fear, as he and Logan struggle for control of the body. But right now, Jimmy is in control. He knows Victor will not seriously hurt him, but Victor must not be given any reason to question what happened while he was gone. �You left me,� Jimmy finally says petulantly. �For more than four days. You promised!�
Victor looks over at the phone that 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 sinks even farther into his role of the naughty little brother, shrugging his shoulders and refusing to give a proper reply.
Victor�s hand shoots and roughly shakes Jimmy by the hair. �Did it ring?� he yells.
�Yes, yes it rang!� Logan shouts back, earning him a hard slap to the face. He can practically hear Jimmy�s smirk.
�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?�
Logan starts to snarl and fight as Victor begins to drag him out of the living room towards the kitchen. He will get himself out of this.
�Stryker could have sent someone up to here to �collect� you, Jimmy. Do you know what that means?� Victor rants.
Jimmy pops his claws and digs them into the kitchen floor, desperate not to be put back in the basement. �No no nono nononono�� This was not part of his plan. He will not go back in the basement.
Lightening fast, Victor is straddling Jimmy�s hips and pulling his brother�s head away from the floor. This is better than the basement as far as Jimmy is concerned.
�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 knows what is expected of him. He begins to wriggle in Victor�s grasp, playing the familiar game. �No, no, no,� he chants. �I�ll be good. I�ll be good. Don�t. Don�t . I�ll be good!�
�Then don�t. Mis. Be. Have!� Each syllable is punctuated by Victor slamming Jimmy�s face into the floor.
And just as quickly as his temper fit began, it is over. Victor pulls the bleeding Jimmy into his lap, cradling his little brother almost lovingly. Again, Jimmy smirks at Logan. See, he cares for us. He loves us. He truly only wants what is best for us.
�I won�t let them take you away, Jimmy,� Victor promises, 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 promises in a reverent whisper, 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 is pleased by this. He won�t let Logan make them be bad any more, and he will be a Good Little Brother.
To show what a good brother he is, Jimmy reaches between their two bodies 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.� He will give Victor everything he ever needs. He twists his wrist just the way Victor likes.
With a deep moan, Victor watches him as he lays on his back, spreading his legs wide. Victor will give him the deep fucking that he is suddenly craving.
And that is all the invitation Victor needs to pull Jimmy closer by his thighs and force himself as deeply into his little brother�s body as he can. Jimmy whines briefly in pain, but soon he is gasping and stroking himself as Victor changes the direction of his hips to give Jimmy some pleasure as well. And this is good. Jimmy loves the way Victor makes him feel. His brother�s cock deep inside of him is quickly becoming Jimmy�s favorite feeling in the world.
�You�re mine, Jimmy, mine!� Victor snarls, slamming himself deep into his brother�s body. Jimmy wants more, wants this to last forever. �No one will ever take you from me. Promise it!�
Jimmy tries not to snarl in frustration when Victor slaps his hand away from his cock and squeezes it, denying Jimmy any kind of release. But there is desperation in Victor�s eyes that Jimmy strangely likes. Victor is begging, �Promise me, Jimmy. Promise!�
�Yours,� Jimmy gasps, using his internal muscles to cling to his brother�s cock. As if he could keep Victor inside of him forever.
Victor suddenly scoops Jimmy up so that they are both upright. Jimmy straddles Victor as his older brother kneels on the floor. Jimmy continues to ride Victor, desperate for his own release as much as Victor�s.
Jimmy can barely contain his shock when Victor slaps him on the ass. �Who do you belong to, Jimmy?� Victor 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.�
Victor does not see the triumphant smile on Jimmy�s face. Do you hear that, Logan? He is mine, and I�m his. And nothing, not even you, will ever come between us.
- 7
- 8
- 9
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Bend You, Break You, Make You Mine