FIC: Delivered Part 11
Title: Delivered Part 11
Pairing: Remy/Sabretooth, Remy/Wolverine
Author: Toggledog
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Rape, angst, recovery, eventual Wolvie comfort
Also-Spoilers for Wolverine.
Summary: Before Remy escapes the mutant laboratory, Sabretooth makes a deal with Stryker in return for his services. Set in movie-verse. You could argue getting into AU territory
Author’s Notes: Thanks to everyone whose r&rd so far. Getting towards the end J
Creed had only been in the area a few days when he caught scent of his brother. This wasn’t too much of a surprise. His brother’s natural instinct would draw him to the place where it all started. This was certain.
What was initially unfathomable, however, was why Logan didn’t apperceive that he was there. His brother and that swamp rat slut walked straight past him on the initial trek to the cabin. If either had turned their head a fraction, they surely would have seen him, hiding merely feet away, in lush underbrush.
He considered his options. It would be too risky to attack them in broad daylight. The rat was cunning, would give him a good fight. Though he relished the thought, deference to his orders prevailed. The rat wasn’t to be hurt. Best to attack at night, take them both unawares.
A few hours later, Logan stepped outside the cabin.
"Mon dieu. I’ll stay in, if it’s ok. Too cold, mon cher." The pretty slut leant casually against the doorframe. The other wolverine shrugged.
"Yeah, get me to do all the work. Thanks Remy."
From Victor’s vantage-point, encased in the branches of a fir tree, he caught Logan’s dreamy, somewhat vacant smile. He’d seen it only twice before, in all the years he’d known him.
The most recent time was from when he was spying on the cabin when he was with Kayla. The first time was in the first world war. The pretty male recipient of the smile was cut to pieces by machine gun fire in the Somme battle.
Victor knew his brother well enough to realise that particular expression’s meaning.
Logan was in love.
Oh dear, brother. The swamp rat slut? Tsk tsk I’d think you’d have better taste.
Gambit was a good fuck but love? Logan must have lost his senses with his memories. He’d have to explain it to his brother, once he’d captured them both.
He was about to creep into the cabin later that night when the rat moved swiftly through the forest, straight past him.
Correction, a fantastic fuck, he reminded himself, running his eyes up and down the slender body before him.
"Well, hello there Lebeau."
The boy was fast; he’d give him that. He swung around and instantly picked up something to charge. However, Victor was ready. He slammed into the wiry frame, using all of his power to smash him into the tree behind.
"Mm…you smell good." He breathed in the herbal scent of his light hair.
Logan’s been holding out on me. No matter, that’s about to change.
The little slut lifted the hand carrying the twigs, obviously meaning to throw them.
"Go on, charge."
You’ll probably just end up blowing off your own hand. And mine will grow back.
"What do you want?" No fear, Victor thought, relishing the boy’s shudder as he kissed the soft flesh of his neck.
"I knew he would find his way back here, sooner or later, loss of memory or no."
The struggling man beneath him only served to titillate him more. He found himself getting hard.
"It’s ok. I’m not going to rape you. Not this time. Bastard won’t let me." Shame because I’ve been looking forward to another round with you, sweet thing. "He said you’re not to be hurt in anyway." A new, delicious thought occurred to him. "But then there are all kinds of ways to fuck. You’ve got the most beautiful mouth."
The younger man responded by spitting on his face.
"So, you and Logan fucked yet?"
Probably not Saint Logan.
"Fuck you."
Well, that is surprising.
"I take that as a yes. Shame… I suspect Sinister is going to not like that at all."
"You’ll ‘ave to kill me. I refuse to go back to dat monster."
"Now, that’s a little boring, don’t you tink Remy? I’d expect a little more spirit out of you. A little more of a fight."
"Fine den. I’ll kill you instead."
"That’s more like it."
The head suddenly forcefully slammed forward into his own.
"Now, now. That was pretty stupid, wasn’t it? My head is harder than yours. You’ll just succeed in knocking yourself out.
"Fine den." This time the face moved forward, lips brutally on his own, tongue seeking entry.
Thought you’d come around, sooner or later.
Victor responded with his own tongue, as Remy’s withdrew. He greedily ravaged the young man’s mouth.
Such a little-
Pain flared as teeth bit down hard into his tongue. He reared back, releasing his hold on the young man momentarily enough for him to throw the twigs. Victor was thrown through the air a good fifteen feet, his movement stopped by a second tree trunk. He barely had seconds to recover before the boy was right in front of him, a long stick in his hand.
Now, this is more like it, boy.
Remy slammed the stick hard into the ground. A tremor rippled out from the force of impact, blowing smaller shrubs and plants out of the ground and leaves off the bigger trees. Victor’s entire body was forced back into the tree by the g-force, his skin feeling as though it was about to peel off his face. Remy used the opportunity to slam the stick against his face, spun around, kicked him in the chest as he slammed it into his temple, spun, slamming it into his temple as he kicked his stomach. Victor roared, attempting to force himself forward from the onslaught. Another kick and slam against his mid-section.
The ripple stopped and Victor found himself falling to the ground, darkness overcoming him.
***
Damn, dis one’s heavy, Remy groaned, re-gripped the man by the shoulders and continued to drag him back through the forest.
"Remy?"
Logan rushed out of the cabin, wearing only a pair of pyjama bottoms. Remy’s first thought was why wasn’t he shivering uncontrollably? The wolverine stopped mid-step so swiftly it was almost comical.
"Are you ok?" He sounded frantic.
"Help me with dis."
The wolverine rushed to him and, with no effort, threw the other man over his shoulder.
"This is Victor." It wasn’t a question. "My brother."
"I don’t know when he’ll wake."
"Remy…" Logan kicked the door to the cabin open and threw his brother onto the floor harshly. "Did he hurt you?"
The younger man shook his head.
"I rater tink dat I hurt him."
Logan nodded. "Good."
Remy looked around the cabin, doubtfully. "He’s strong. We need someting strong to tie him up with."
"Would chains do it?"
"I won’t even ask." Remy shook his head.
***
Logan had to admit there was something rather odd about sitting with a cup of tea, watching his unconscious long lost forgotten brother dangling from the ceiling by a thick heavy chain, waiting for him to awaken. A terrific roar outside had awaken him from a lovely but absurd dream involving playing giant chess with Remy. His first concern was for the young man’s safety. As he rushed out and saw the figure that Remy was dragging, he had known instantly that it was his brother.
Victor moaned. Remy stood a little further back, closer to the window with arms folded. Logan could ascertain no distress on the young man’s part, from coming up against his adversary (and rapist, Logan uneasily reminded himself) once more.
Remy bested him, maybe that’s why.
Logan didn’t even want to consider what would happen if he hadn’t.
The chained man moaned once more, eyes fluttering.
Here we go, Logan thought.
Blue eyes. The same shade as his own. They affixed to his. The man smiled, displaying overgrown canines.
"Well, hello brother! Long time no see."
Logan said nothing, simply took another sip of his tea.
"Ah, I see I’m a little ‘tied up’ right now. Ok, terrible pun, I know…"
His eyes flicked to Remy.
"Hey there Lebeau. Got the best of me this time. It won’t happen again."
"What do you want, Victor?" Logan asked gruffly.
The blue eyes centred on him once more. "Aren’t you happy for this family reunion?"
"Not really."
"Ok, what lies has the swamp rat fed you? I wouldn’t believe a word he says. He’s a known liar, Logan. I don’t know what game he’s playing but I wouldn’t trust him."
Logan laughed. "And I should trust you? After you betrayed me?"
He looked down. "Yes, it’s true, I killed Kayla. But that’s only because I was told she had deliberately infiltrated your life and, having gotten everything she needed for Stryker, was going to kill you-"
"Dat’s-" Remy began but Logan put up a hand to signal him to stop.
"I was trying to protect you, brother." He said, quietly. "Why the very person who told me this was none other than Remy Lebeau himself, over there."
"Dat’s a lie!" Remy stalked forward. "I had never met you before the compound."
"It wasn’t until after that I realised we had both been set up. By then it was too late." Victor shook his head sadly.
Logan inwardly laughed but his face remained stony.
"And so that was why you raped Remy? For revenge?"
Creed looked to Remy with a look of absolute horror.
"Is that what the rat slut told you? I found out about you while in bed with him, Logan."
"Oh dat is a laugh! Dat’s the best joke I’ve heard." His voice sounded shaky.
"He fucked me so he could manipulate me, like he’s now manipulate you. The boy’s trouble, Logan."
"You’re a joke! Noting but a joke!" Remy said.
"Come on, we’re brothers." He kept his focus on Logan. "I missed you, Logan. Let me go."
"What about Lebeau?"
"I was meant to deliver him to another mutant for a fee. But I don’t care about that any more. Let Lebeau go. He can do what he wants. I just want us to be together again. Brothers. Like in the past."
"He’s lying, Logan!" Remy sounded exasperated. "Everyting out of his mouth has been a lie."
"Do you really want to do that? Let Lebeau go? I would think that you’d want him, one last time."
A slight grin broke in the face. "Nothing wrong with sharing, brother. Between us, we’ll exhaust the bitch"
Logan shook his head.
"You know what, Victor?" He walked into the kitchen, withdrew the item from the top shelf. "Remy’s right. Everything that’s come out of your mouth has been a lie."
He walked back to his brother and levelled the item at his face.
"You can’t kill me, Logan."
"No, I can’t. But I can do to you what happened to me."
Logan pulled the pistol’s trigger. Brain matter splattered the wall behind Victor and he slumped down.
Tbc…