In Fear of Three Little Words

Chapter 3


Kurt hunkered against his cell wall, arms wrapped around his naked body.

At least, he had fur. At least, they had stopped beating him. At least, the tests had stopped. e hae had awakened a while ago with his body aching and his stomach chewing a hole through him. Nothing to eat. Nothing to drink. And he couldn’t begin to calculate the time he’d been here.

Forever, perhaps. Eternity, most likely.

He wondered what time it was and if the Professor was trying to find him...them.

Logan, where are you? Have they tortured you like they have tortured me?

Of course the Professor was trying to find them. Why couldn’t they be found? Because they couldn’t use their powers?

Helplessness washed over Kurt. He hadn’t felt this way in years, not since a child, but now the feeling filled him up with hopelessness and dread.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway and stopped just outside his cell.

Kurt’s breath went ragged and he fought the urge to curl up into a ball.

The door swung open and three guards stood there looking mean and ready to hurt him. All had taken turns inflicting their own special brand of pain on him over the last long hours of his life. They obviousld cod come for more fun and games.

“Come on, demon,” one said, brandishing that metal rod. “The Doctor’s experiment is about to start and we can’t start without you.”

Two guards crossed the room and grabbed his arms, jerking him up and shoving him towards the third. The metal rod came up, lashing out and striking Kurt across the back.

Kurt fell forward, twisted and landed on his feet. He bared his teeth at his assailant. The man backed up, momentarily taken aback, but the rod gave the guard courage and he poked Kurt hard sending a pulse of electricity through him. Kurt fell, but his guards caught him and twisted his arms up high against his back. They shoved and dragged him down the long hallway until they came to another door.

Kurt watched them unlock the door, a new dread building up inside of him. They shoved him in and the door slammed closed behind him with the ring of finality.

On hands and knees, Kurt gritted his teeth against the pain in his ribs. A sob escaped him, his terror at what would come next getting the best of him. He looked up and a naked Logan stood before him. Logan hunkered down beside him and reached out with a gentle touch. Fingers pushed back the hair from Kurt’s face then examined the cut over his eye, under his eye, along his cheek. A finger lightly brushed across his busted lip.

A low growl came next and that was the Logan Kurt knew and loved.

“You okay, elf?”

Kurt would have laughed if he hadn’t felt so much like crying. “Not really okay.” Kurt sat back on his haunches and sniffed.

Logan ran a hand down Kurt’s arm. He growled again when he found the long cut and where the manacles had rubbed the fur and skin from around Kurt’s wrists.

“They put you through all the tests?”

“Yes,” Kurt replied huskily and gave a shudder. “Some of them...I didn’t know if I’d live through.”“Yea“Yeah, I know what you mean. Trask’s a dead man when we get out of this place.”

“They say we’re not getting out,” Kurt said in a hushed voice, his eyes closing against that strong possibility. “Trask said this will be that last place we know.”

“You think I give a damn what Trask thinks?”

Kurt opened his eyes and looked up into Logan’s blazing gaze. There was confidence there in those dark eyes...and determination. Where had his determination gone?

“Of course. Forgive me. I’m...so tired, Logan.”

Logan gave a sigh and sat, wrapping his arms around his knees.

“Aw, I’m sorry, kid. I know you must be hurtin’. Looks like they did a hell of a number on ya. And I suppose that fur of yours is hidin’ a lot of bruising.”

Kurt gave a nod. “It’s hard to breath. I think perhaps my ribs...some of them are cracked. And this...this collar won’t let me teleport. It’s like it knows what I’m trying to do it and...goes off.”

“Hmmm. Trask said as much. He’s pretty pleased with himself.”

“He’s a sick man.”

“None sicker, elf.”

Kurt glanced around, trying to distract himself from whatever was yet to come. It was a fair size room, larger than his cell. The walls and floor and ceiling were white and looked solid as stone. He wondered if Logan’s claws could penetrate the seemingly impenetrable walls. He wondered if Logan would ever get the chance to find out. Not any more likely than him being able to “port” them out of here. That helpless/hopeless feeling washed over Kurt again and he put his head on his knees and rocked slowly, trying to think of good times in his life, his adoptive parents, the family he’d been accepted into called The X-Men, the normalcy he’d been afforded for a little while with his image inducer.

“What are they going to do to us now, Logan?” Kurt murmured.

“I don’t know, but with Trask you can bet it won’t be good whatever it is.” Logan’s gaze followed Kurt’s same route around the room and Kurt thought Logan looked the part of a caged animal, on high alert even while sitting on the floor. He half expected Logo juo jump up and start pacing. “Dammit!” Logan hissed. “We’ve got to figure a way out of here!”

A whirring sounded and one of the walls began to part leaving a large glass window. It looked as thick as the walls. Trask stood on the other side smiling that smug smile. Techs in white coats stood beside him and a couple of his favorite thugs in military uniform.

“Well, Logan, you wanted to see your young companion,” Trask’s voice sounded through the icom.com. “A little worse for wear, but still with us. We’ll see what condition he’s in after this next experiment. Things should prove very interesting.”

Logan’s fists clenched and his claws snicked out. The collar went off. Logan roared, got to his knees then fell back to the floor in agony.

“Logan!” Kurt yelled. He tried to get closer, but had to dodge the still extended claws. He clamped onto Logan’s arm and held on. “Logan! Retract your claws! Retract your claws!”

Finally, Kurt’s command must have infiltrated the pain and the claws slid back into place. The collar ceased it’s pounding pulse of energy and Logan lay panting, breathing in shallow gasps. Sweat streamed down his face and neck, glistened on his hard chest.

“You’re a slow learner, Logan,” Trask stated with amusement. “The little demon has a clearer head than you.”

Logan shook off Kurt’s hold and pushed up to his knees then got to his feet. There was little more formidable that Logan, but to see a mentor he respected so much driven to the floor like that frightened Kurt all the more. They truly were in Trask’s complete control.

“Get on with it, Trask. Whatever you’ve got to dish out, bring it on. I’m tired of waitin’ on you.”

“Don’t rush him,” Kurt injected.

Trask let out a laugh. “Yes, let’s get started. Perhaps you’ll enjoy it, Logan. Depends on how open-minded you are.”

“What is he talking about?” Kurt asked not really expecting an answer.

Logan said nothing, all his attention focused on Trask.

“You’re about to get an injection,” Trask stated.

“You and whose army is gonna give it to me?” Logan hissed through gritted teeth.

“I think you’ll take it without putting up a fight,” Trask replied, now sober and serious. “That is if you care for the boy’s welfare...perhaps even his life.”

Logan snarled. “You lowlife scum.”

“I told you that you’d made a mistake letting me know how much you cared for the boy. Shall I demonstrate?”

The pulse of agony was instantaneous and Kurt dropped to the floor, writhing, unable to escape the pain. His body was on fire, his breath consumed and his thoughts and almost his consciousness.

“Okay! Okay!” Kurt heard Logan yell through the roaring in his ears. “You’ve made your point. I’ll take the injection.”

The pain subsided and Logan knelt beside Kurt, hand running down his arm, squeezing his fingers reassuringly.

“You still with me, elf?”

Kurt sucked in air and nodded, unable to gasp out a word. He leaned up on one elbow and shoved hair from his face. His throat ached and he wondered if he’d been screaming.

The door opened and two guards along with two techs entered with cautious steps. Logan started to rise, but Kurt grabbed his arm.

“Logan, you don’t know what that injection will do to you.”

Logan sighed and his head drooped as if a great weariness had settled over him. Looking up and meeting Kurt’s gaze, Logan gestured at the collar and said, “but I know what that thing will do to you.”

Kurt’s hand slipped from Logan’s arm and Kurt watched him move with a masculine grace towards the techs. Logan’s fingers bunched up into fists, flexed out and bunched up again.

“No trouble, Logan,” Trask said, his voice loud through the intercom. “My finger is on the button.”

Logan didn’t answer, just stopped with his back to the glass. Kurt heard Logan take a long deep breath and let it out slowly.

One of the techs produced a large syringe with a nasty looking needle. The man approached Logan with obvious fear in his eyes. Logan held his hands out offering no resistance. The needle sank into Logan’s bare hip, but Kurt was the one to flinch.

The techs backed out and the guards after, shutting the door behind them and leaving them alone in the room with the glass wall lined with an audience.

What were they waiting for? What did they expect?

A sickness born of fear and anxiety seeped into Kurt’s soul.

Logan stood still for a long time, his back to Kurt while Kurt sat on the floor and waited, hugging himself.

Then Logan began to pace, crossing the room, back and forth, fists clenching...unclenching, but his claws remained retracted. Kurt slowly retreated until his back met the wall and he watched with his fear growing.

Logan stopped at the far wall, hands pressed hard against the stone. Hisath ath was ragged now and Kurt saw a growing agitation spreading. Logan’s back muscles bunched up and there was a palpable tension in the air.

“Logan?” Kurt ventured to say, crouching now in dread anticipation.

“Don’t talk, elf.” Logan’s voice was raw and guttural, full of something Kurt didn’t understand. “Just stay...away from...me....”

Logan’s hands clenched again and the claws slid out, but this time no punishment came. It was as if Logan was waging battle with himself. The claws scraped down the wall leaving deep indentations. Then Logan turned, panting like he’d been running hard, teeth gritted and his cock stood out long and solid, a thick rod that looked as strong as those claws.

Kurt let out a gasp and glanced around as if escape was even an option.

Logan’s eyes gleamed and nostrils flared and his sharp dark gaze landed on Kurt and gleamed brighter.

“No, Logan,” Kurt whispered. “Oh, no.” He retreated down the wall a few feet realizing the futility of any struggle.

Logan squeezed his eyes shut and he drove his claws backwards into the wall as if trying to hold himself back.

“I...can’t control...it,” Logan hissed. A guttural yowl boiled out of him, a terrifying sound that turned Kurt’s blood cold and sluggish in his veins. Logan’s eyes opened again and the gleam was back. He sniffed the air and turned his attention to Kurt, advancing on him with ominous intent.

“Logan, it’s me. It’s Kurt.” Kurt backed along the wall. “You don’t want to hurt me. I know you don’t.” He dodged Logan’s sudden grab, glad the claws were now hidden away again. “Logan, please listen. It’s the drug. You don’t want to hurt me. Please listen.” Kurt scrambled away, Logan always close behind nearly as agile as Kurt himself. He bounced off the wall and ceiling, just beyond Logan’s grasp, a game of cat and mouse with nowhere for the mouse to hide.

Kurt caught a shallow breath clinging to the ceiling. Logan stared up at him, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

Could he stay ahead of Logan until this drug wore off? Kurt didn’t know but he certainly was going to try.

Kurt felt a buzz in his collar a split second before it went off. He fell to the floor with that awful agony saturating his body. The pain didn’t last long, but long enough to put him within Logan’s grasp. He tried to roll away and gain his feet, but this time fingers got hold of Kurt’s hair and Logan slammed Kurt down on the floor. The air rushed out of his lungs and the room momentarily darkened.

Logan gripped his wrist, bringing Kurt back to the ugly present. With hard determined hands Logan flipped him over. Kurt struggled in Logan’s mock embrace, but the man’s weight held him down. Pain streaked up Kurt’s arm and into his shoulder as Logan twisted his arm up high against his back. And his ribs felt as though they were grating against each other, shortening his breath further. Kurt forced his muscles to relax, fearing a broken arm or a dislocated shoulder. That seemed to appease Logan whose other hand roamed roughly over Kurt’s back and up into his hair. He felt Logan’s breath in his ear, harsh and rasping.

Then Logan jerked Kurt’s tail up, causing a w dif different kind of panic. He felt Logan’s cock seeking his hole.

“No!” he yelled. “Please! Logan, don’t do this! Please!”

But Logan wasn’t Logan just then, too far gone in the drug and the need for sexual satisfaction. Trask wanted a show, well he was getting one, the perverted bastard.

Logan shoved into him and Kurt’s scream pierced the room, echoing back on him. He writhed and bucked, but Logan’s superior strength had him locked up tight, a twist of his arm almost breaking it.

The cock surged inside of him, pushing deeper, moving in hard jabs. Kurt felt himself bleeding, felt the movement coming more easily now, a blessing and a curse.

He gasped and sobbed and held his tongue against begging for mercy that would not come. Kurt lay on the stone floor with Logan’s weight moving against him... in him. He rode out the rape with a mantra running through his head.

This is not Logan’s fault. This is not Logan’s fault.

The thrusts grew suddenly frantic, furious and deep. Kurt clawed the floor with his one free hand and choked out a cry.

Slowly, Logan’s movement stopped, only a harsh panting rise and fall of the chest and the feel of Logan’s weight remained. Pain throbbed up Kurt’s rectum still full of Logan’s cock.

Logan shifted and moaned and released his hold on Kurt’s wrist. His breath stirred Kurt’s hair.

“Oh god, I’m...sorry, elf,” Logan whispered, his voice so full of pain and regret it brought tears to Kurt’s eyes. Logan stroked Kurt’s hair a few times and roll off of him.

They lay on the floor beside each other, Logan face up. Kurt still lay face down, his body hurting too much to yet move.

“Bravo,” Trask said, the room filling with the sound of the man’s smug sadism. “Better than I’d hoped. Nice performance, Logan. You ever fuck a boy before?”

Logan rolled up to his knees, issuing a growl through his teeth. His claws slid out, but this time the collar went off and drove Logan back to the floor.

Kurt pushed his body into motion, crawling over to the fallen Logan.

“Stop it! Please stop!” Kurt shouted. “Don’t hurt him anymore.”

The collar ceased it’s pulsing agony, but Logan still lay panting out his pain.

“Why would you care, little demon?” Trask asked. “He just raped you. You were probably a virgin and he fucked you with uncaring brutality. That’s how close to an animal he is.”

“You’re the animal,” Kurt shot back. “No, you are a monster.”

He waited for the collar to punish him, but the pain didn’t come.

Trask laughed instead. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black. Haven’t you looked at yourself in a mirror, boy?”

Kurt took a shallow breath and let it out in a rush. “I know what I look like and I know what I am. But I’m not a perverted bastard like you.”

Trask sneered at him and held up his little box. Kurt bit his lip when the collar went off sending him to the floor to curl up in pain next to Logan.

“Need I remind you who you are talking to, demon? You think this is over? Well, it’s not anywhere close and when I’m through playing with you, my people are going to vivisect you alive. Maybe I’ll show you your own heart before you die. That’s if you have one.”