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Let Your Senses Guide You	By : QuinnLogan Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Let Your Senses Guide You
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Let Your Senses Guide You
NOTES: This was supposed to be part of a rewritten Never Say Never,
but when the scene played out in my head I decided to make it a story in
and of itself. The pairing is Gris/Emil (yes really) and is quite a bit
different than any other NC17 fic I've written so far. You'll see what
I mean when you read it. Very AU, as it could never and would never happen
in the real Marvel universe. I don't own them, but I do own the story.
Not making any money, as usual. Also, for her help and ideas on how to
get me going again when I was suck, I hereby dedicate tstorstory to fri friend JenJen. Thanks for everything, hun! Hope you like it!

*****
Emil Lapin's blue eyes snapped open in shock and horror as he felt a
pair of strong arms haul him up out of the warmth of his bed. He started
to scream, but a large black hand clapped down over his mouth before he
got more than a tiny squeak out. He struggled, but ultimately knew he didn't
have a choice in the matter; he had to go wherever Gris-Gris wanted to
take him.
'Dat's it...he's completely fed up wit' me an' he's finally
gon' kill me in spite of Remy an' ev'ryone else...I'm a dead man...oh God...help...'
Emil thought as he stopped stuggling and just let the much-bigger man half-drag,
half-carry him wherever it was he planned on going.
Emil watched as Gris took him outside. 'Where are we goin'?
Where's he takin' me?' He didn't have to wait long to get the
answers to his questions; it became obvious after a few moments that they
were heading to the Boudreaux mansion, which is exactly where no one else
in the Unified Guilds would be going that night. They were all safe and
sound in their bedrooms at the safehouse, and none of them had any idea
Gris had just kidnapped Emil for still unknown reasons.
Once inside the large, dark mansion, Gris tossed Emil onto the floor
and pulled a rope out of a nearby desk drawer. Emil bit back tears of fear
and cringed as Gris roughly moved him around so he could tie his hands
together behind his back. "If you wan' kill me why don' you jus' do it
an' get it over wit'?" Emil asked, his voice shaky.
Gris chuckled darkly as he finished tying Emil's hands. "What makes
you t'ink I'm gon' kill you?"
"Uhm..." Emil was stumped and confused. "I'm an annoyin', obnoxious
little brat who needs to be taught a lesson?"
"Well dat's true." Gris agreed. "Mais, torturin' you an' killin' you
ain' what I have in mind. Is dat too tight?"
"Do you act'ally care, or...?" Emil asked, skeptical.
Gris laughed again. "Dis time, oui. I don' usually, you're right, but
dis is diff'rent." He moved back over to the desk drawer and removed what
looked to Emil like a piece of dark cloth. "Hope you don' mind..."
"Don' mind what?"
"Bein' blindfolded." Gris replied as he approached with the cloth in
his hands.
"You really are gon' kill me aren' you?! You were jus' pretendin' you
weren' so I wouldn' freak out or somethin'!" Emil squeaked.
"Non." Gris put the cloth over Emil's eyes and tied it at the back of
his head, careful not to get any of Emil's thick red hair caught in the
knot. Then he picked the young thief up and carried him up a set of stairs
and down several hallways. Emil had only been inside the former home of
the Assassins Guild a couple of times, for meetings after the two Guilds
were unified, and he had never been upstairs before. With his sight taken
away from him he wouldn't have been able to get back downstairs and escape
if his life depended on it. And Emil wasn't sure at this point that it
didn't.
He felt Gris shift him slightly and open a door. When the door opened,
a breath of cool air hit Emil's face and between that and the sound of
the leaves on the trees outside rustling gently in the early autumn breeze
Emil knew the window was open. Gris set him down on the bed in the room
and lit some insense. Emil, his hands falling asleep from being tied behind
his back, tilted his head curiously. "What are you doin'?"
"What does it smell like?" Gris asked.
Emil sniffed. "You lit insense. Isn' dat kind of pointless wit' de window
open an' all?"
"Very good. An' perhaps, but wit' de window closed de smell would prob'ly
be too strong an' overwhelmin', non?" Gris replied. "Do you wan' know why
I brought you here?"
"Well I assume you wan' teach me somethin', but I don' really see what
it could possibly be."
"True. Dat is de reason I brought you here. I've noticed you are a very
observant thief, but what you see wit' your eyes won' keep you alive an'
safe in all situations. One of de t'ings we are taught in de Assassins
Guild is to learn how to rely on more'n jus' our eyes."
"You t'ink you're de only ones taught dat?" Emil demanded.
"Oh I know you thieves are taught dat as well. Otherwise, you'd all
be dead by now, I would assume. However, I took you here to show you jus'
how strong your other senses can be, if your eyesight is taken from you."
"I don' understand. An' my hands are fallin' asleep."
"I can fix dat. We can' have you bein' too uncomfortable." Gris said,
pulling Emil to a sitting position and untying the rope. He wasn't about
to let Emil go without being tied in some way, though, as he figured what
he had in mind would alarm the young thief more than being kidnapped and
momentarily blinded had. He took the rope and cut it in two, using each
half to tie Emil's hands to the bedposts on either side of him.
'Why do I get de feelin' dis is gon' end up bein' more'n I
t'ink it is?' Emil asked himself as alarm bells rang in his
mind. He shivered slightly, more from fear than anything else.
"I know you don' trust me, so I won' ask you if you do." Gris commented.
"Mais, you don' have to be scared of dis. I am only doin' it to get you
more in tune wit' your other senses, which should, in turn make you better
at your job. Compris?"
"Oui." Emil whispered. He suddenly felt Gris' large hands doing something
he never would have imaginedm evm ever doing. He wanted to ask the older
man what he was doing, but figured it would be a stupid question since
he already knew the answer. Gris was removing clotclothing.
Emil had never felt so vulnerable in his life. It wasn't a good feeling.
'Yep, I was right. Dis is gon' be much more...an' a lot more int'restin'...dan
I imagined.'
"I have to admit, I'm impressed." Gris said quietly as he studied Emil's
body. He had known the thieves were fit...they had, after all, been training
since they learned how to walk...but he had never imagined that someone
like Emil, who wasn't very good at fighting, could be that well-toned.
It was the muscles he could see along Emil's body, under the surprisingly
soft skin, that impressed the Assassin, although he didn't elaborate further.
Emil's breath came out in a shudder as he felt Gris gently run rough
fingertips along his chest. The sensation was over as quickly as it had
begun...it was a tease. Gris had stepped back and was removing his own
clothing; Emil could hear him if he couldn't see him. He absently wondered
where this was leading and that begged the question, 'If I don'
object to what he does, is it still considered rape?' That in
turn, begged another question. 'Do I really care one way or de
other if it is or isn'?' As the answer to that question was,
incredibly, no, Emil kept his mouth shut and waited.
"How are you feelin'?" Gris asked when he was done.
"You really wan' know?"
"Oui."
"Vulnerable an' scared, but surprisi cal calm. Go figure."
"Would you rather be untied?"
"Ain' you scared I'd take off de blindfold or smash you over de head
wit' somethin'?" Emil joked.
"Would you?"
"...No. If I did de first t'ing, it would ruin dis lesson of yours,
an' if I did de second t'ing, you'd kill me for sure."
"Well...yeah." Gris admitted. "So...do you wan' be untied?"
"Actually...not yet. I'm kinda waitin' to see what happens first. But
if I ask you at some point to untie me...?"
"I will."
"Okay."
A slightly uncomfortable silence settle between the two men, a silence
that lasted only a couple of seconds. It was interrupted by a soft gasp
from Emil who couldn't help reacting to the feel of Gris' hands exploring
his body.
Gris knew his fingers and hands were rough. He absently wished they
weren't, as he didn't really want to harm the young thief, but it occurred
to him very quickly that the roughness of his hands was acting as a stimulus
when he touched Emil's cheEmilEmil's slim body was practically writhing
under those dark fingers. He couldn't see a single thing that Gris was
doing, but that was part of the fun of the situation. He could feel it.
And feeling it was more than enough.
Emil's breath caught in his throat as he felt Gris' fingers trace along
the fine copper hairs on his chest. He shivered when Gris allowed his fingers
to flicker over one flat nipple briefly. Gris smiled as he watched the
reactions he was getting from the kid. If someone had asked him at that
moment why he was doing this, he wouldn't have had an answer. At least
not a public one. He had publically hated Emil for years and refused to
admit to anyone, except perhaps himself, how he really felt. 'He's
an annoyin', obnoxious brat...an' I do hate him...but de same reason I
hate him is also makin' me crazy.' Gris didn't think he'd even
tell Emil why they were both in the particular situation they found themselves
in on that dark night. Having discovered that threats didn't seem to work
in shutting up Emil's overactive mouth, and also having discovered that
Emil's overactive mouth was also the strangest turn-on known to mankind,
Gris had been fighting the urge to just fuck the kid and get it over with
for several months.
Gris wanted to be in control, wanted to own that mouth and the brat
behind it, but that wasn't entirely what the encounter was about. He also
wanted to know the kid on a different level than he already did, and, in
turn satisfy some deep rooted desire for intimacy he hadn't experienced
in a good many years. The kid made him hornier than he'd been in ages,
and he wanted Emil to share that experience. 'If he makes me dis
crazy wit' desire jus' by bein' himself, den I'm gon' make him crazy too.
No need for me to be de only one of us who feels like dis...b'cause it
ain' really a bad feelin'...'
For his own part, if Emil knew what Gris was thinking, he would have
agreed entirely. He couldn't see a thing, but the fresh air blowing around
his body, the insense teasing at his nose, and the trail of fire Gris'
fingers were blazing along his skin were arousing him in ways he hadn't
thought possible. He let out a shuddering breath as he felt something warm
and wet...Gris' tongue...licking at his left nipple while fingers flicked
at the right one. It felt so damned good, an idea that confused Emil more
than a little.
Emil had to admit, he enjoyed making Gris-Gris angry. The big man had
a very short temper, and Emil had figured out very quickly which buttons
to press to make him mad. It was like a game to Emil...to see how far he
could push Gris before the shit hit the fan. He left the other Assassins
alone, mainly because they never reacted quite as strongly to his antics
as Gris did. Was he attracted to Gris? Normally, no. He was more interested
in the thrill of pushing Gris' buttons because he knew how dangerous and
deadly the other man was. However, as Gris alternately licked and sucked
at each of his now hard nipples, Emil wasn't so sure. 'Oh mon
dieu...dis is...' His cock twitched, finishing the thought for
him and he almost laughed. 'Exactly.'</ip>Grp>Gris noticed that his actions were having the desired effect on the
red-haired thief and he smiled again. He moved up so his body was completely
horizontal above Emil's and leaned down, his body barely an inch from Emil's.
He caught Emil's mouth in a deep, rough kiss that shocked them both, but
not more than the sensations they felt as their groins touched. Emil squirmed,
not in an attempt to get away, but rather to get more contact. He didn't
know why, but at that precise moment, Emil wanted nothing more than to
follow through with this "lesson" to the end. And it was obvious to him
by how turned-on Gris appeared to be, if his hard cock was any indication,
that Gris wanted the same thing.
The kiss ended and Gris moved away, allowing a cool breath of air engulf
Emil. He sat on the bed in between Emil's slim, muscular legs, and watched
the kid's reactions as he wrapped one large hand around Emil's straining
erection and began jacking him while the other hand gently massaged his
balls.
Emil moaned and shuddered with every touch, his body trembling and twitching
spontaneously. He couldn't have stopped it if he tried. He didn't want
to. He could feel the mounting sensations in his body, feel the rising
heat...and seconds before he thought he couldn't take it anymore...Gris
stopped.
"Hey...!" Emil croaked indignantly. "If I could glare at you right now,
I would!"
Gris said nothing. Emil felt him move off the bed and heard a drawer
open, followed by some rustling of the contents and then the sound of the
drawer closing again. Gris was using remarkable self-control and was also
surprisingly being thoughtful. He didn't want to hurt Emil after all, even
if he did want to fuck him senseless. He got back on the bed and into position
and then applied a very liberal amount of lubrication to his cock. Then,
he sat there, unmoving, unspeaking. Waiting.
Finally the silence got the better of Emil. "What're you doin', Gris?"
"Savorin' dis moment." Came the dark reply. Emil wasn't sure he liked
the sound of that, but was far too horny to care at that point. Gris moved
again and suddenly Emil felt two very strong hands lifting him up slightly.
He started to say something, but Gris cut him off. "Not a word." Emil closed
his mouth and waited, feeling the large hands on his body, slightly pulling
the cheof hof his butt apart. Seconds later Emil let out a choked scream,
his entire body pulling and tensing in reaction as Gris penetrated him
quickly and without warning.
The tightness of Emil's body was almost enough to drive Gris over the
edge in that very moment, but he fought to remain in control. Slowly he
moved in and out, going deeper inside the young thief with each thrust,
drinking in the moans and gasps that were coming from Emil. As the movements
got smoother and quicker, Gris reached up with one hand and lightly flicked
one of Emil's nipples before tracing a path down his shuddering chest,
through the rust colored curls at the base of his cock. He grasped that
twitching organ in his hand and started stroking it again. He matched the
speed of his hand with the speed of his thrusts and soon Emil was lost
in a state of ecstasy he had never experienced before. The sensations were
incredibly overwhelming and his entire body strained at the ropes that
bound him, but not exactly because he wanted to be untied. He didn't. The
straining added to the sensations.
Gris himself was lost in the moment, struggling to keep the speed of
his movements in sync and only partly succeeding. He was aware of only
two things: the growing need of release inside his own body and the gasps
and cries, rising in pitch and urgency, coming from Emil. He moved faster,
thrusting deeper, suddenly not caring if Emil got hurt or not.
After several seconds, Emil was unable to handle anymore. His eyes were
screwed shut behind the blindfold, he felt a huge wave of heat washing
over his body as Gris pounded into him and jacked his cock at a similar
speed. "Oh God..." He gasped out, the words getting lost in the cry of
release that quickly followed them as his orgasm was ripped from him, leaving
him exhausted, shuddering, contracting and twitching in its wake.
Gris watched and felt the young man's climax around him and within moments,
after a couple more thrusts of reckless abandon, Gris let out a strangled
cry followed by a sigh of what could only be described as contentment and
trust deep into Emil, filling the thief with his hot semen.
Several moments of near silence followed, broken only by the sounds
of heavy, shuddered breathing from both of them. Gris pulled out and got
off the bed. Emil could hear him cleaning up somewhat and getting dressed.
t...t...is he gon' jus' leave me here after dat?'
Not quite. After he got dressed, Gris pulled out a pocket knife and
cut the ropes that bound Emil's hands to the bedposts. Then he picked Emil's
clothes off the floor and tossed them at the young thief. "What happened
here goes no further dan dis room, got dat, Lapin? Now get dressed an'
go home."
Emil removed the blindfold and looked at the large black man standing
beside the bed. "I...I don' understand..." He stammered, confusion and
hurt filling his blue eyes. "What de hell was de lesson, anyway? Or was
dere even one?"
In half a heartbeat, Gris reached over and grabbed Emil by the throat,
hauling him up and slamming him against the wall beside the bed. "De lesson
was to use all your senses in any given situation. Even one dat will never
happen 'gain an' never be spoken of." He let go and Emil dropped to his
feet, shaken and more than a little scared. This was the Gris-Gris he was
used to. Not the man who had just made him feel so good it made his head
spin. "An' as an afterthought, nothin' is ever as it seems. Now get lost
b'fore I kick ya outta here wit'out your clothes."
Emil scrambled to put his clothes on, fighting back tears as he did
so. He knew Gris had a reputation to keep up and couldn't be seen actually
being thoughtful or nice towards him, but surely he didn't have to switch
back to that hateful mode so soon after their encounter. "You..."
"I own you, kid. An' don' you ever forget dat."
Emil left the mansion and headed back into the city, letting his tired,
abused senses guide him along the streets towards his home. He might have
enjoyed the act while it lasted, but when all was said and done, he didn't
like Gris' lesson and knew that even if things stayed the same on the outside,
things would never been the same between them on the inside. And it hurt.

THE END
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