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chapter 4
Chapter 4
Remy’s lungs stilled in a slight moment of shock. He turned his crimson and ebony eyes to the scientist, slitting them as he tried to read the man.
“Logan wouldn’ hurt Remy.” he said in an almost defiant way. Sinister smirked and tapped his chin with one finger.
“Logan wouldn’t, but what about him?” He asked pointing to the figure thrashing in the bonds. “That is not quite your Logan now is it?” he watched the thief with piercing eyes noting every flinch and tremor of the boy’s muscles.
Remy looked from Essex to the Wolverine. His heart beat painfully hard and he drew his bottom lip into his teeth. It would take some charming to be sure. He was going to have to reach Logan in order to get the Wolverine to withdraw. He needed more information.
“How long he been feral?” he asked still pressing his hands to the glass. Sinister clucked his tongue and moved back to the console. He turned up the lights in the cell making the captive roar.
“He has been stimulated to this state consistently for 6 weeks and 4 days.” he said making a note on his pad and then flicking another switch. Remy gave a strangled sound.
“SIX WEEKS?! You insane connard!” he shouted turning toward the scientist only to be further stunned when the switch Essex flipped sent an electrical shock through the restraints on Logan causing his muscled body to convulse and his agonized scream filled the space. The strength and force of the emotions coming from the berserk feral overwhelmed Remy’s shields and the boy went to his knees under the weight of it.
Essex smiled at the boy as he slumped down gasping and gritting his teeth. The scientist was finding the results of this aspect of his experiment very informative. He reached out a hand and stroked Remy’s hair and pulled the tie out freeing the long auburn locks. They spilled like spun copper over the boy’s shaking shoulders.
Essex had always admired the thief’s beauty. He was very pleasing to gaze on and even better to touch, own, covet. His metallic fingers twitched to posses the boy. He had to steel himself, there was a time for everything and now was not the time for plundering LeBeau. Essex cleared his throat of the bubbling lust.
“It would be interesting to see if he can be retrieved at all at this point. I can tell you he has surfaced a few times but it was fleeting. But if you, my little charmer, can get him to calm then I promise that I will grant his freedom.” his voice was sultry as he threaded his fingers in the copper silk. Remy shuddered in revulsion and didn’t miss the fact that Essex had said Logan’s release and nothing about Remy’s.
Gathering his shields back around himself, the thief stood up and shook off the scientist’s hand. His eyes blazed hot as he looked at Essex then flickered to Logan. Remy wondered when the other shoe was going to drop, he took a bracing breath. He knew there was more to the man’s twisted scheme.
“What are the conditions, I know you have some.” he seethed and grit his teeth. He hated Sinister with a force of a white hot nova. The metallic mutant laughed and nodded his head.
“Indeed you are correct, LeBeau.” he said and flicked a switch letting the chains slacken and Logan fall with a painful sounding thud to the floor. Remy snarled and Sinister ignored him. He moved across the room to a cabinet he pulled the door open, rummaging for a few moments. He glanced back at Gambit and smiled again.
“You will not be taking your weapons. So put these on.” he said tossing a pair of green scrubs at the thief. “And if you explode anything in the cell it will be catastrophic for you both so I strongly advise against it.” he said and his demonic eyes locked on the lanky boy waiting for him to disrobe. Remy grimaced as he understood the scientist’s lascivious look.
“What else?” he grunted and turned to see Logan moving in the cell. The feral was fumbling to his feet still tethered by the chains and ripping mad. He turned around sniffing the air and tripping on the chains. His gold eyes locked on the window and he moved to approach it fast.
Just short of reaching the window Logan was pulled up short by the chains. He was unable to reach to window enough to touch it. He extended his claws trying to swipe at it. The sliver blades were mere inches for the glass, Sinister had been precise in his calculations. Logan roared and his claws moved in and out rapidly, flickering in his knuckles.
Essex grinned at the feral’s response and rubbed his hands together. He knew that they had the mutant’s attention despite his maddened state. He looked Remy up and down and flicked his fingers in an urging motion.
“You should change.” he said and walked back to the console. “You will let me observer everything that takes place and I reserve the right to add obstacles to your task. Remy made a disgusted sound but really he hadn’t expected less from the man. Nothing was sacred to Essex. he smirked at the boy’s sound and turned back to Logan watching the feral even as he watched the boy’s reflection in the glass.
He watched Logan’s eyes flicker from the scientist with unmitigated hate to the boy and Essex noticed the softening of the expression. When the beast looked at Remy he became ‘different’. The scientist smirked, this would be easier then he imagined and the results could be both fascinating and devastating to those involved.
Remy knew Essex was trying to humiliate him and take further control from the boy. He kept his eyes on Logan as he stripped. He folded his duster over a chair and then quickly shucked his shirt and jeans. Setting his boots next to the chair he had folded his clothing on, Remy shrugged into the simple scrubs and then padded barefoot to the console.
“Remy’s ‘tings betta’ be der when he come out.” the boy said and gripped his fists. Sinister made tisking sound and rolled his eyes at Remy.
“Don’t be absurd, LeBeau.” he said. He turned to the monitor screen on the console and pointed one long finger. “I want you to see this before you go in.” he said and refrained from licking his lips as he walked behind the boy.
Remy’s gaze turned to the screen and it flickered to life. It was footage of Logan strapped down to a metal table, the date in the corner showed it was mere days after the X-men had received the grizzly video.
Essex was standing next to the still healing mutant. He was asking Logan questions as the mutant was briefly lucid and hadn’t slipped into feral just yet. Remy’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Sinister press up behind him and the broken look in Logan’s eyes.
“Don’t you think they’ll try to save you?” Essex on the screen asked Logan. The feral looked pained for a moment and he lifted his chin in stubborn defiance so typical it made the thief’s eyes water.
“They won’t leave me to rot. But---” he turned his still blue eyes to the side. “If they think I’m actually dead....” he trailed off lost a moment in a sharp pain and the wondering if they would look for him after all. Essex gripped the feral’s chin and turned it back to face him, silver skin flashing in the lens.
“Will no one even try?” his red eyes peering into Logan’s blue with a fierceness. Logan’s breath hitched and Remy’s mimicked it.
“Remy.” Logan whispered. “Maybe Remy...” his eyes closed as another wave of pain washed over him and he lost lucidity for a while. The clip stopped and Remy felt Essex slip his hands around the boy’s slender waist.
“Why you doin’ this, Essex?” he rasped. The scientist growled and pressed his lips to Remy’s ear. “Have to make him jealous.” he said and his hands went in two different directions. One descending to cup the boy’s crotch the other ascending to clutch his slender throat.
“Look at him.” he hissed. Remy struggled in indignation his fear bubbling up like a burning sensation.
“Hands off, Essex!” he gasped and felt the hand gripping his throat tighten cutting most of his breath off. The boy stilled as Logan let out a roar and lunged at the glass again being pulled up short like a dog on a leash.
“See, he doesn’t like that I am touching you. Did you know he felt this?” he asked Remy as he nipped at the boy’s ear and slipped his hand into the cotton pants fondling the boy and being sure to leave his scent on the soft skin. Remy squirmed in the grip, his face blushing and he still struggled to breathe properly. His fear of Essex overwhelming his better instincts.
Suddenly Sinister let him go and stepped back. His red eyes watched Logan with intensity as he gave Remy a shove toward the rounded door.
“Now get in there.” he snapped trying to control his own response to the boy and his silken hair and sweet skin. “This is a bet that could cost you more then you know, Gambit.” he said as the circular rolling door opened before the thief. Remy took a long deep breath and stepped into the space opened for him. He kept his back to Essex not wanting the man to see the shame in the boy’s eyes at his unwanted touch.
The door closed behind him rolling around to spill him into the cell giving not option to stay out. Remy stood for a moment his eyes locked on Logan’s as the feral sniffed the air sitting in a low crouch, gauging the boy.
“Hey, Logan.” he said softly reaching out empathetically to the feral trying to assess the full state of his mind. He was stunned by the strength of indignation and possessiveness he encountered. Logan twitched his nose again and the was all the warning Remy got. Logan pounced him knocking the boy to the floor pinning him down.
Remy gasped as the wind was knocked from his chest and he stared up at Logan. The feral gnashed his teeth and then began to scuffle the boy’s neck and face. Remy stilled, waiting to see what Logan’s response was to Essex’ scent. When he reached the spot on the boy’s ear, Logan let out a deep and dangerous growl. He leaned back and snikt out his claws. Remy’s heart spiked and he held up a hand.
“Logan, it’s Remy..it’s me...come back...” he pleaded reaching out with his empathy to try and calm the feral. Logan’s head snapped back at the mental brush and his teeth bared more. His hands moved fast and shredded the boy’s scrubs. Essex watched with rapt attention making notes like a mad man.
Remy was embarrassed and startled when Logan began to sniff the path Essex’ hand went down his torso to his groin. Reaching out carefully he touched the man’s hair. The feral snarled and snapped his head up, Remy could see the building anger in the feral’s expression. His pulse kicked again as he floundered under the rage he felt from Wolverine. Desperate to not be gutted or ravished the boy reached for something to soothe the beast.
His mind called up a piece of music, a song from the shuffle on the boy’s ipod. A turkish pop song sung in french. It was sad and brooding but the tone was calming. Remy’s deep smokey voice filled the space as Wolverine drew back his arm ready to swipe at the boy again. His gold eyes flickered and he paused. Remy sang with as much emotion as he could.
On est bien peu de chose
Et mon amie la rose
Me l'a dit ce matin
A l'aurore je suis née
Baptisée de rosée
Je me suis épanouie
Heureuse et amoureuse
Aux rayons du soleil
Me suis fermée la nuit
Me suis réveillée vieille
Pourtant j'étais très belle
Oui j'étais la plus belle
Des fleurs de ton jardin
On est bien peu de chose
Et mon amie la rose
Me l'a dit ce matin
Vois le dieu qui m'a faite
Me fait courber la tête
Et je sens que je tombe
Et je sens que je tombe
Mon cœur est presque nu
J'ai le pied dans la tombe
Déjà je ne suis plus
Tu m'admirais hier
Et je serai poussière
Pour toujours demain.
Logan’s eyes flashed from gold to blue and back again. A growl slipped from his lips that sounded strangely like ‘Remy’. The boy’s hand came up and cupped Logan’s cheek.
“Oui, Logan.” he said his heart unclenching a bit. Logan’s eyes flickered to blue again and he looked like he was stunned.
“Rems.” he gasped. He felt his claws slipped back in and he reached for the boy. Sinister was surprised at how quickly Remy had reached the man. There was more between them then he had guessed.
“That won’t do.” he snarled and flicked the switch shocking Logan harshly and sending him right back to berserker. The feral jerked over Remy and let out a roar his claws flicked out and he glared at the boy with gold angry eyes. Remy swam under the avalanche of the feral’s emotions. He pressed hand to Wolverine’s chest as he tried to regain his connection.
“Cher.” he pleaded even as the Wolverine pressed a thigh between he boy’s legs.
tbc....
translation
Natacha Atlas
Mon amie la rose
We are truly insignificant
And that's what my friend the rose
Told me this morning
I was born at dawn
Baptized in dew
I blossomed
In the rays of the sun
Happy and in love
I closed my petals at night
And when I awoke I was old.
Yet I had been beautiful
Yes, I was the most beautiful
Of all the flowers in your garden
We are truly insignificant
And that's what my friend the rose
Told me this morning
See, the God that made me
Now makes me bow my head
And I feel I'm falling
And I feel I'm falling
My heart is almost bare
I have a foot in my grave
Already I am nothing
You admired me only yesterday
And I shall be dust
Forever, tomorrow
Remy’s lungs stilled in a slight moment of shock. He turned his crimson and ebony eyes to the scientist, slitting them as he tried to read the man.
“Logan wouldn’ hurt Remy.” he said in an almost defiant way. Sinister smirked and tapped his chin with one finger.
“Logan wouldn’t, but what about him?” He asked pointing to the figure thrashing in the bonds. “That is not quite your Logan now is it?” he watched the thief with piercing eyes noting every flinch and tremor of the boy’s muscles.
Remy looked from Essex to the Wolverine. His heart beat painfully hard and he drew his bottom lip into his teeth. It would take some charming to be sure. He was going to have to reach Logan in order to get the Wolverine to withdraw. He needed more information.
“How long he been feral?” he asked still pressing his hands to the glass. Sinister clucked his tongue and moved back to the console. He turned up the lights in the cell making the captive roar.
“He has been stimulated to this state consistently for 6 weeks and 4 days.” he said making a note on his pad and then flicking another switch. Remy gave a strangled sound.
“SIX WEEKS?! You insane connard!” he shouted turning toward the scientist only to be further stunned when the switch Essex flipped sent an electrical shock through the restraints on Logan causing his muscled body to convulse and his agonized scream filled the space. The strength and force of the emotions coming from the berserk feral overwhelmed Remy’s shields and the boy went to his knees under the weight of it.
Essex smiled at the boy as he slumped down gasping and gritting his teeth. The scientist was finding the results of this aspect of his experiment very informative. He reached out a hand and stroked Remy’s hair and pulled the tie out freeing the long auburn locks. They spilled like spun copper over the boy’s shaking shoulders.
Essex had always admired the thief’s beauty. He was very pleasing to gaze on and even better to touch, own, covet. His metallic fingers twitched to posses the boy. He had to steel himself, there was a time for everything and now was not the time for plundering LeBeau. Essex cleared his throat of the bubbling lust.
“It would be interesting to see if he can be retrieved at all at this point. I can tell you he has surfaced a few times but it was fleeting. But if you, my little charmer, can get him to calm then I promise that I will grant his freedom.” his voice was sultry as he threaded his fingers in the copper silk. Remy shuddered in revulsion and didn’t miss the fact that Essex had said Logan’s release and nothing about Remy’s.
Gathering his shields back around himself, the thief stood up and shook off the scientist’s hand. His eyes blazed hot as he looked at Essex then flickered to Logan. Remy wondered when the other shoe was going to drop, he took a bracing breath. He knew there was more to the man’s twisted scheme.
“What are the conditions, I know you have some.” he seethed and grit his teeth. He hated Sinister with a force of a white hot nova. The metallic mutant laughed and nodded his head.
“Indeed you are correct, LeBeau.” he said and flicked a switch letting the chains slacken and Logan fall with a painful sounding thud to the floor. Remy snarled and Sinister ignored him. He moved across the room to a cabinet he pulled the door open, rummaging for a few moments. He glanced back at Gambit and smiled again.
“You will not be taking your weapons. So put these on.” he said tossing a pair of green scrubs at the thief. “And if you explode anything in the cell it will be catastrophic for you both so I strongly advise against it.” he said and his demonic eyes locked on the lanky boy waiting for him to disrobe. Remy grimaced as he understood the scientist’s lascivious look.
“What else?” he grunted and turned to see Logan moving in the cell. The feral was fumbling to his feet still tethered by the chains and ripping mad. He turned around sniffing the air and tripping on the chains. His gold eyes locked on the window and he moved to approach it fast.
Just short of reaching the window Logan was pulled up short by the chains. He was unable to reach to window enough to touch it. He extended his claws trying to swipe at it. The sliver blades were mere inches for the glass, Sinister had been precise in his calculations. Logan roared and his claws moved in and out rapidly, flickering in his knuckles.
Essex grinned at the feral’s response and rubbed his hands together. He knew that they had the mutant’s attention despite his maddened state. He looked Remy up and down and flicked his fingers in an urging motion.
“You should change.” he said and walked back to the console. “You will let me observer everything that takes place and I reserve the right to add obstacles to your task. Remy made a disgusted sound but really he hadn’t expected less from the man. Nothing was sacred to Essex. he smirked at the boy’s sound and turned back to Logan watching the feral even as he watched the boy’s reflection in the glass.
He watched Logan’s eyes flicker from the scientist with unmitigated hate to the boy and Essex noticed the softening of the expression. When the beast looked at Remy he became ‘different’. The scientist smirked, this would be easier then he imagined and the results could be both fascinating and devastating to those involved.
Remy knew Essex was trying to humiliate him and take further control from the boy. He kept his eyes on Logan as he stripped. He folded his duster over a chair and then quickly shucked his shirt and jeans. Setting his boots next to the chair he had folded his clothing on, Remy shrugged into the simple scrubs and then padded barefoot to the console.
“Remy’s ‘tings betta’ be der when he come out.” the boy said and gripped his fists. Sinister made tisking sound and rolled his eyes at Remy.
“Don’t be absurd, LeBeau.” he said. He turned to the monitor screen on the console and pointed one long finger. “I want you to see this before you go in.” he said and refrained from licking his lips as he walked behind the boy.
Remy’s gaze turned to the screen and it flickered to life. It was footage of Logan strapped down to a metal table, the date in the corner showed it was mere days after the X-men had received the grizzly video.
Essex was standing next to the still healing mutant. He was asking Logan questions as the mutant was briefly lucid and hadn’t slipped into feral just yet. Remy’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Sinister press up behind him and the broken look in Logan’s eyes.
“Don’t you think they’ll try to save you?” Essex on the screen asked Logan. The feral looked pained for a moment and he lifted his chin in stubborn defiance so typical it made the thief’s eyes water.
“They won’t leave me to rot. But---” he turned his still blue eyes to the side. “If they think I’m actually dead....” he trailed off lost a moment in a sharp pain and the wondering if they would look for him after all. Essex gripped the feral’s chin and turned it back to face him, silver skin flashing in the lens.
“Will no one even try?” his red eyes peering into Logan’s blue with a fierceness. Logan’s breath hitched and Remy’s mimicked it.
“Remy.” Logan whispered. “Maybe Remy...” his eyes closed as another wave of pain washed over him and he lost lucidity for a while. The clip stopped and Remy felt Essex slip his hands around the boy’s slender waist.
“Why you doin’ this, Essex?” he rasped. The scientist growled and pressed his lips to Remy’s ear. “Have to make him jealous.” he said and his hands went in two different directions. One descending to cup the boy’s crotch the other ascending to clutch his slender throat.
“Look at him.” he hissed. Remy struggled in indignation his fear bubbling up like a burning sensation.
“Hands off, Essex!” he gasped and felt the hand gripping his throat tighten cutting most of his breath off. The boy stilled as Logan let out a roar and lunged at the glass again being pulled up short like a dog on a leash.
“See, he doesn’t like that I am touching you. Did you know he felt this?” he asked Remy as he nipped at the boy’s ear and slipped his hand into the cotton pants fondling the boy and being sure to leave his scent on the soft skin. Remy squirmed in the grip, his face blushing and he still struggled to breathe properly. His fear of Essex overwhelming his better instincts.
Suddenly Sinister let him go and stepped back. His red eyes watched Logan with intensity as he gave Remy a shove toward the rounded door.
“Now get in there.” he snapped trying to control his own response to the boy and his silken hair and sweet skin. “This is a bet that could cost you more then you know, Gambit.” he said as the circular rolling door opened before the thief. Remy took a long deep breath and stepped into the space opened for him. He kept his back to Essex not wanting the man to see the shame in the boy’s eyes at his unwanted touch.
The door closed behind him rolling around to spill him into the cell giving not option to stay out. Remy stood for a moment his eyes locked on Logan’s as the feral sniffed the air sitting in a low crouch, gauging the boy.
“Hey, Logan.” he said softly reaching out empathetically to the feral trying to assess the full state of his mind. He was stunned by the strength of indignation and possessiveness he encountered. Logan twitched his nose again and the was all the warning Remy got. Logan pounced him knocking the boy to the floor pinning him down.
Remy gasped as the wind was knocked from his chest and he stared up at Logan. The feral gnashed his teeth and then began to scuffle the boy’s neck and face. Remy stilled, waiting to see what Logan’s response was to Essex’ scent. When he reached the spot on the boy’s ear, Logan let out a deep and dangerous growl. He leaned back and snikt out his claws. Remy’s heart spiked and he held up a hand.
“Logan, it’s Remy..it’s me...come back...” he pleaded reaching out with his empathy to try and calm the feral. Logan’s head snapped back at the mental brush and his teeth bared more. His hands moved fast and shredded the boy’s scrubs. Essex watched with rapt attention making notes like a mad man.
Remy was embarrassed and startled when Logan began to sniff the path Essex’ hand went down his torso to his groin. Reaching out carefully he touched the man’s hair. The feral snarled and snapped his head up, Remy could see the building anger in the feral’s expression. His pulse kicked again as he floundered under the rage he felt from Wolverine. Desperate to not be gutted or ravished the boy reached for something to soothe the beast.
His mind called up a piece of music, a song from the shuffle on the boy’s ipod. A turkish pop song sung in french. It was sad and brooding but the tone was calming. Remy’s deep smokey voice filled the space as Wolverine drew back his arm ready to swipe at the boy again. His gold eyes flickered and he paused. Remy sang with as much emotion as he could.
On est bien peu de chose
Et mon amie la rose
Me l'a dit ce matin
A l'aurore je suis née
Baptisée de rosée
Je me suis épanouie
Heureuse et amoureuse
Aux rayons du soleil
Me suis fermée la nuit
Me suis réveillée vieille
Pourtant j'étais très belle
Oui j'étais la plus belle
Des fleurs de ton jardin
On est bien peu de chose
Et mon amie la rose
Me l'a dit ce matin
Vois le dieu qui m'a faite
Me fait courber la tête
Et je sens que je tombe
Et je sens que je tombe
Mon cœur est presque nu
J'ai le pied dans la tombe
Déjà je ne suis plus
Tu m'admirais hier
Et je serai poussière
Pour toujours demain.
Logan’s eyes flashed from gold to blue and back again. A growl slipped from his lips that sounded strangely like ‘Remy’. The boy’s hand came up and cupped Logan’s cheek.
“Oui, Logan.” he said his heart unclenching a bit. Logan’s eyes flickered to blue again and he looked like he was stunned.
“Rems.” he gasped. He felt his claws slipped back in and he reached for the boy. Sinister was surprised at how quickly Remy had reached the man. There was more between them then he had guessed.
“That won’t do.” he snarled and flicked the switch shocking Logan harshly and sending him right back to berserker. The feral jerked over Remy and let out a roar his claws flicked out and he glared at the boy with gold angry eyes. Remy swam under the avalanche of the feral’s emotions. He pressed hand to Wolverine’s chest as he tried to regain his connection.
“Cher.” he pleaded even as the Wolverine pressed a thigh between he boy’s legs.
tbc....
translation
Natacha Atlas
Mon amie la rose
We are truly insignificant
And that's what my friend the rose
Told me this morning
I was born at dawn
Baptized in dew
I blossomed
In the rays of the sun
Happy and in love
I closed my petals at night
And when I awoke I was old.
Yet I had been beautiful
Yes, I was the most beautiful
Of all the flowers in your garden
We are truly insignificant
And that's what my friend the rose
Told me this morning
See, the God that made me
Now makes me bow my head
And I feel I'm falling
And I feel I'm falling
My heart is almost bare
I have a foot in my grave
Already I am nothing
You admired me only yesterday
And I shall be dust
Forever, tomorrow