FIC: Delivered Epilogue
Title: Delivered Epilogue
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: Wheew! Finito. Thanks for all who R&R’d- really appreciated. J
The barmy New Orleans night held the succulent aroma of frangipani blossoms slung around heavily perfumed necks. Slender arms stroked his body as he passed, eye -shadowed eyelids winked. If Victor had been in a less determined mood, he would have taken the nubile women up on their flirtatious offers. He made his way through the throng of sweaty dancing bodies to the tables at the back.
"If it isn’t toothy toothy man." The man currently dealing out playing cards to the three other men at the table grinned, displaying gold teeth. Presumably the dark glasses were to shield his eyes from the bright full moon outside. "You in?"
Victor looked down at the piles of money before the players.
"Not tonight. I just wanted to ask you about someone."
"Oh yeah?"
The men picked up the cards. The one immediately before Victor had three kings.
He’s in for a good round, Victor thought.
"Remy Lebeau."
The leader looked at his cards, eyes betraying nothing.
"What about him?"
"I overheard someone talking at the bar. They say he was the best card-shark around these parts."
"You looking for lessons?"
Victor said nothing. He recalled the last time he’d seen the young man, standing at the door of the cabin, eyeing him with undisguised hostility.
"You sure you don’t want to come with, Remy?" The other, Logan, had asked.
The young man’s reply was to turn and step back into the house.
"I hear he left with some other guy. Big guy. Ferocious looking." Victor said.
The two from the cabin. Of that he had no doubt. Somehow, he’d managed to instinctively find his way to the young man’s former hunting ground.
"Sure, kid had a gift. I made certain I was never seated at a table with him. A good way to lose all one’s money. Haven’t seen him for a while."
A gift… was he meant to take that literally? Did Remy have… something special, as he had?
A meaty hand landed on his shoulder. He jumped, turning swiftly to a bald, robust man behind him.
"You’re wanted, Creed."
"Who the fuck are you?"
He hoped the sudden pressure was a gun digging into his back.
The man led him out through a back room, where a suited man sat sipping a martini on a couch.
"Victor Creed." He waved him to sit down on the couch opposite. The one who had brought him in stepped back, gun loose in his hand. "Are the rumours true?"
"And what rumours would that be?"
The man's red eyes were unnerving in their direct stare. "The rumours that you’ve lost your mind. Not very smart for a bounty hunter."
Victor hid his sudden jolt of heartbeat well. Bounty hunter?
"That would be not very smart. Happily, the answer is no… I haven’t lost my mind."
"So where are you in finding Remy Lebeau? To be honest, I’m surprised you’re back here when he cleared out months ago."
"Best not to question my game plan. I will find him." Victor managed to talk his way out of his stunned mindset.
The man looked satisfied.
"Well, good then. And remember, don’t bruise him. And certainly don’t rape him. I know he’s your type, but he’s mine, understand?"
Victor felt a twisted, disgusted feeling build in his stomach.
"The little slut is going to regret running out on me."
One thing was for sure. He was going to make sure this man didn’t get anywhere near Remy Lebeau.
"I have a lead down south. Mexico."
"Good." The man’s lips twisted into a twisted smirk.
Victor had to get out of there. The more he learnt about his past, the more he learnt that it wasn’t something he particularly wanted to remember.
Have I ever…?
"Excuse me." He calmly walked out of the room and smashed into the bathroom in time to be sick into the toilet bowl. He collapsed, wiping his mouth, appalled at his erection. To rape Remy; wipe that smug hostility off his face-
Victor moaned.
He had to make sure he didn’t go near Remy Lebeau. It was too dangerous for all concerned.
Maybe Mexico was a good idea after all. But firstly, he had to take care of this Sinister creep.
He looked at his long clawed hands and smiled, preparing himself for a hell of a fight when he walked back out.
***
"Remy?" Logan stepped in and threw the keys on the hook by the door. The magnificent surround-sound hi-fi system was playing one of those cool bohemian current artists that Logan had never heard of. For his part, the wolverine was content to listen to what he considered the greats- Sinatra, Presley and Orbison. The music was thankfully low so he heard his lover’s voice.
"In the back."
The back probably meant Remy was in the jacuzzi. Over the past few months, the young man had upgraded the cabin to compromise with his own, more modern tastes. Along with the jacuzzi and stereo, the cabin now had proper lighting and a fridge, and the outside held a new jaguar automobile; all acquired using Remy’s incredible card-shark skills in the surrounding towns. The only thing Logan refused to compromise on was the internal heating. To him, nothing beat a good fireplace.
"Hey there."
He was right. Remy’s head sat on the edge of the jacuzzi, eyes closed, skin with at least a little more pique to it.
"You wouldn’t believe the amount of people who asked about you." He knelt beside the tub and took his hand, kissing his long fingers one at a time. "You feeling any better?"
"Dese summer colds are the worst!" Remy exclaimed. "I ‘ate being confined inside."
Unable to resist himself, Logan leant forward and kissed him on the lips, tongue happy to explore the interior of his mouth. Remy moaned, tugging hard at his hair.
"Join me?" The young man’s mouth uplifted, eyes sparkling. Logan pulled back and ripped off his clothes, splashing into the tub with him.
"You’re eager!" His lover laughed. Logan grunted, closing his eyes, feeling the water soothe his tired muscles. He felt soft lips nuzzle his chest and reached up to run his fingers through Remy’s silky hair, moving his hand down to cup his chin.
"What is it, mon cher?" His lover demonstrated his uncanny ability to read even the slightest change in Logan’s mood.
"I’m happy. I’m content. I have everything I want here."
"Den what’s the problem?"
Logan couldn’t put into words his unease.
"You tink it will be taken from you. Like before."
Remy expressed it perfectly.
"I love you, grand homme. And I’m not going anywhere. Once I decide on someting, den it’s impossible to get me to change my mind."
"I sort of realised that." He couldn’t help but smile.
***
Later that night, after a furious bout of lovemaking that took them from the jacuzzi to the bathroom floor to the bedroom floor to the bed, Logan sat up; sated, watching the deep even breaths of the one sprawled across his chest. He ran a hand down the sweat soaked back, to lazily stroke his buttocks. Even after all this time, Remy was still an enigma to him. That he had his love, he had no doubt but there were so many aspects of his past, of his being that Logan longed to unravel.
"You still awake?" Came a sleepy voice. A hand reached up to his lips. "Sleep…"
Logan thought of Victor and the Sinister animal that Remy had told him about. It made him want to tear the place apart. That he could now make love to Logan, to yearn for it without the initial fear and distrust in his eyes was a larger step forward. In return, the wolverine had given Remy what he had never given any man in the past. His young lover had been gentle and slow. Logan loved the look of ecstasy on his lover’s face as he thrust within him. Now, Logan had discovered the joys of alternating. Top, bottom, up down left right whatever. All held their own delights.
"Logan?"
"Mmm…"
"I was tinking….I’ve been feeling a bit claustrophobic. I know you love the cabin but I was ‘oping we could maybe leave… go travelling for a few months. Get out of the country."
"Where were you thinking?" He trailed his hand up his back to stroke Remy’s hair.
"Where would you want to go? The world is ours, mon cher. Maybe you’ll find some long lost relative."
"Mmm… that sounds nice."
Remy looked up. "Really?"
"I wouldn’t think you would be content to stay here forever. And, as much as I love this cabin, it would be nice to go exploring."
Remy’s smile lit up his face. "I tought maybe Northern Europe. Similar atmosphere to ‘ere."
"I don’t care where we go. As long as you’re dere, mon cher."
The young man laughed. "Dat was a terrible attempt at my accent. And oui! Oui! Feeling is mutual."
Remy leant forward, their tongues colliding in mutual passion.
Finis.