Title: Black Magick
Authors: Spirit Melody (kat@lsak.fsnet.co.uk) and Firesong (firesong@ukonline.co.uk)
Archive: Quite probably, but please ask both of ours permission.
Disclaimer: We do not own the characters of Logan, Remy, the XMen or
any other Marvel creations featured in this story. Marvel does. We are
merely borrowing them for our playtime.
Rating: NC17 all the way :)
Category: Wolverine/Gambit
Notes and warnings: Extreme violence, nonconsensual sex (i.e rape),
consensual graphic sex and bucketloads of angst. A lot of bad stuff happens
to Remy in this story. That for ppl like us means yay!
Feedback: Yes please!! Always welcomed, all writers thrive on feedback.
More feedback = more stories.
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Black Magick part seven
Logan sighed as he watched Remy sleep from his position on the chair
beside the bed.
He'd been watching the Cajun sleep for a little over two hours. He
knew Sabretooth was coming. It was a feeling, deep in his bones. They had
been enemies for so long, it had become a sixth sense. It surprised him
how they could ever have been friends. He didn't really remember why they
fell out in the first place. Had it been over a mission? Maverick?
Silverfox?
'It's too long ago Logan, just drop it.' He grumbled to himself.
Brooding was not something he enjoyed, even though he seemed to spend
most of his waking life doing it. Victor Creed could be the best person
to back you up in a fight, but he wasn't really the same man he had known
so long ago. He was just Sabretooth now. Mercenary for hire. Did you really
want someone who could be offered a bigger cash supply in the middle of
a fight?
He rose from the chair and looked out the large windows. Time to do
another check of the area. He wanted to do it properly, but for Remy's
sake he had to stick with window watching. Opening it slightly, he was
welcomed by the warm summer breeze. The sound of the water against the
quayside. Nightlife in the trees. And, so far... no sign of Creed.
It was going to be a long night. He made sure all windows were locked,
and made his way into the kitchen.
He surveyed the room, lighting a cigar. The Cajun had few possessions.
Cupboards and refrigerator empty. Why didn't that surprise him? He suspected
the Cajun hadn't been eating, and now this was proof. Something else to
bring up at the meeting, and with the man himself. The only thing he managed
to find, was a small quart of milk, and half a jar of some coffee.
'Carte noir? Not that the Cajun's French or anythin'.' Logan
chuckled as he made himself a drink. He took a sip, and almost spat it
straight in the sink.
"An' this is supposed to be coffee?"
There was more caffeine in his socks, than in this stuff. He emptied
the rest of the jar in his cup and continued his check. Again his mind
turned to brooding.
Besides Creed, his mind was also occupied with what Remy had revealed
earlier. The kid hadn't given Rogue any sign that it was his wish to die,
in fact he'd called after her, and that meant... what? That she'd tried
to kill him decided she was fit to be judge, jury and executioner. Was
that what the X-Men were coming to?
Where was the group of loyal teammates and friends that fought for
a dream they all believed in one way or another.
'Even Chuck, probably the best of us, failed himself and the team.
Guess that hasn't done much for the hope that we can do any betta.' Logan
cursed the way his thoughts were going, 'Broodin' ain't my thing.' he tried
to reassure himself.
And all this led to the question of what the XMen were going to do
about Rogue.
' If anythin' ' Logan snorted, disgusted with the way the team was
going the way they all treated Remy; so the kid had made a stupid mistake
which led to dire consequences, it wasn't like he actually singularly took
out all the Morlocks by himself! And none of them knew what truth there
was to behind what Remy was accused of.
'I mean godsake, we don't even know who Eric the Red is.' Logan thought
angrily.
'Things need ta change around here; or everythin' we've fought for
is gonna be lost.'
Logan started back downstairs. Something crunched under his foot.
He picked it up, and turned it over in his hand.
'A rosary? Never knew the Cajun was a catholic. Someone else who was
supposed to be watchin' him, let him down.'
The chain was gold with jade and pearl stones, and a shining golden
cross. Unfortunately the cross was now bent.
'Don't worry kid, I'll get this all cleaned up, and lookin' good as
knew.' Logan put it in his pocket and walked over to the last window.
It surprised him how late it was. It hadn't been that late when they got
back; and that was only about two and a half hours ago. Long time to wait
until dawn when he could actually start doing things whatever he was going
to do. A good few hours before Logan could do more to protect Gambit from
Creed.
Logan's nostrils flared as he sniffed in a new scent in the room. Fear.
From Gumbo.
He ran downstairs to find Remy's thin form under the blanket still
sleeping. But the fear was definitely coming off him. Start of a nightmare
maybe Logan realised.
His heightened senses easily heard the pain filled whimper and Remy's
form shifted in the bed. Arms curled round his body protectively as he
started to shudder.
****
Remy came about slowly. He was face down on a blanket. Not knowing
where he was, he tried to move. Suddenly, strong hands grabbed at his neck
and the small of his back. He struggled, trying to free himself.
As his struggles eased the hands disappeared. Instinctively he flipped
over onto his back, moving quickly to a sitting position on the bed and
backpeddling as far away as he could be from the person who was holding
him down a few seconds ago. He registered he was still wearing same thin,
grey sweatpants he was wearing when he fell into unconsciousness probably
a few hours ago and his hair was still hanging loose around his shoulders
and partially covering his face just as it had been then.
But he was in a different room, on a different bed. He recognised it
though Sinister's room. He had been here before.
And yes, when he dared to look up he stared right back into the unreadable
red eyes of Essex.
"Get away from me." Remy whispered defiantly, ever so quietly; once
again lowering his head so a veil of hair hid his face. It wasn't much
he could do, but he was damned if he was going to be broken completely.
"Just checking on any injuries you might have procured."
Injuries. Remy knew he had a few, as quick as they healed new ones
were made. He was learning that now; he was learning many things.
Remy curled up closer as Sinister walked round nearer to him, drawing
his knees closer to his chest. A single tear trickled down his thin sharp
featured face and Sinister's hand gently touched his cheek. The thumb of
the hand moved to the other cheekbone and Essex grasped his face, probably
leaving bruises.
'Non.....'
****
As the fear grew steadily stronger Logan moved to beside the bed; almost
shocked speechless by the look of terror and dread which replaced the normal
cocky grin that usually resided on the Cajun's features. Logan was suddenly
worried whether he was learning more about Remy in the last few days than
he had the last two or so years. A shaming thought.
Logan drew Remy's trembling form to his body and locked his arms around
him tightly as the Cajun struggled weakly, and he whispered soothing words
into Remy's ear before he felt the kid come awake in his grip with a quiet
but harsh cry torn from Remy's throat.
Still not aware Remy struggled with more strength but after a few moments
stopped and lay his head on Logan's shoulder, catching his breath.
Feeling the shudders still passing through Remy's body, Logan ran his
fingers down the long back, tracing the contours of muscles and the prominent
spine through the thin fabric of Remy's tshirt. The shudders eased off
and Remy drew his head up from Logan's shoulder. Logan looked into the
tired but apparently now content fiery gaze and wondered what other people
saw there. Demon eyes most people called them, including Remy himself,
but Logan thought they were damn beautiful. Logan brought his hand up to
Remy's face, carefully wiping away the streaks of a few fallen tears which
had been shed a few moments ago; and he couldn't stop himself from doing
what he was about to do.
Their faces were only a matter of maybe two inches away and slowly
Logan got rid of that gap, bringing his face closer to Remy's. His lips
touched the Cajun's ever so gently at first; then with more passion as
he felt Remy respond. He marvelled at the pure velvet softness his lips
captured and he moved his hand through Remy's silky hair as the Cajun opened
his mouth, allowing Logan's tongue to explore, drowning in the powerful
sensations of what Logan was doing.
The Canadian's hands moved under Remy's shirt. His skin was soft like
a baby's. No flaws. His kiss was magical to Logan's senses. It was intoxicating.
He didn't want to stop. He wanted to take it further, all the way. His
more animalistic side growled contentively.
Remy pulled Logan closer. The feel of his rough hands over his stomach.
His ribs. The small growl Logan made, reverberated against his chest, making
him squirm. 'Dis feels so damn good.' Remy thought as Logan's hands trailed
down his back.
Logan resisted the urge to push the Cajun back down on the bed. His
jeans were getting very uncomfortable.
'What the hell you doin'? The kid's just had a bad nightmare, and ya
takin' advantage of him. Just get out and get some fresh air.' Logan
berated himself. Just as Remy was about to break for much needed air, Logan
broke the kiss and disappeared from the room.
The Cajun looked confused, and tried to grab for Logan, but was too
slow. 'I don' understan'.' He reached out with his spatial awareness, one
of a few abilities the XMen didn't know he possessed. Logan was only in
the next room so Remy withdrew his searching, satisfied that nothing weird
was happening. 'I must've done somet'ing wrong.' He was convinced that
Wolverine would probably leave now; he wished he could get the chance to
say sorry before Logan did. 'It must've been de charm. I know I don' always
keep control of it wit' de nightmares. "Logan would never want you anyway."'
His more pessimistic side was back. Remy pushed it away.
'Dieu! Will Logan ever talk t' me again?' Remy didn't like the possibility
that he wouldn't, Logan was probably the only friend he had here and he
so hoped that that kiss was something Wolverine wanted to do, not something
Remy's charm made him do.
He checked his charm again. Nothing. It was locked away, where it wouldn't
affect anyone. He climbed back under the comforters. Logan would be back
in any minute to tell him that what happened was a mistake. As soon as
he laid his head on the pillow, his eyes felt so heavy, which wasn't surprising
really. Remy couldn't say truthfully that he had gotten more than ten hours
sleep the past week or so.
His usual nightmares had come back double force after Antarctica. God,
Antarctica, a place he really didn't want to think about. He almost died
there after all; but what troubled him maybe even more than that was the
fact that he couldn't remember how he'd gotten out how he'd survived. It
was just one long black stretch in his memory.
He pulled the covers up under his neck. His knees tight against his
chest. He wanted to stay awake, to apologise but it was no good.
Closing his eyes, he fell asleep almost immediately.
****
"You idiot." Logan sat down on the couch. He'd just kissed Remy. It
was wrong but he'd wanted to. He did and he'd really, really enjoyed it.
But why did he want to in the first place? Granted the kid's better
looking than half the women Logan knew; but looks didn't just do it for
him.
He'd fucked people who were good looking, but he only kissed the ones
he loved.
He knew the answer, knew it plainly as he listened to the even breathing
in the next room.
'Damn kid, I'm fallin' for ya.'