MINE!!!

This was just for fun; I make no money off this shit!!!


WARNING!!! This fic contains graphic slash rape!! If this offends you, don’t complain to me!!!

MINE!!!!

It was late when Remy took to the deserted streets of New Orleans in search of an all night convenient store. He was on a mission of the heart; his “lover” wanted a cigar and he was determined to get him one. Lover, he liked the sound of it. Logan was his lover. Why hadn’t they done this sooner; taken off for vacation together. It was nice to have some alone time with him. Logan wasn’t nearly as loving at the mansion. How could he be, no one new about their love, which was how they liked it. They had only been in New Orleans for three days, but it felt like an eternity to Remy, an eternity that he never wanted to end. The thought of going home the day after tomorrow weighed heavy in his heart. He didn’t care where they went, but he knew it would stop. No more staying in bed all day, no more romantic dinners for two, and no more waking up to Logan’s lips around his cock. How could they go home? Five days wasn’t long enough.
Remy had been so caught up in his thoughts that he walked right past the store. So caught up that he didn’t notice the deep ally, or the feral eyes glaring at him from its darkness. He stopped at the mouth of the ally, not realizing where he stood, to light up a cigarette. His only comfort now that Logan lie sleeping in the hotel room ten blocks back.

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He could smell him, knew he was e. Je. Just beyond the entrance to the ally he now inhabited. Walking toward him. He could smell Wolverine all over him. Wolverine had claimed him, taken him as his own. He would change that. As long as he lived, Wolverine would never own anyone again. There he stood, stopped, lighting a cigarette, all he had to do was reach out and grab him. How could Remy be so naive? He was better than that. That was what he had loathed most about Remy, his attention to detail, but he had just made a deadly mistake. He was going to teach Remy to pay more attention next time, if there was a next time. He still hadn’t decided if he was going to kill him. A vicious grin curled his lips, perhaps the lesson he was going to teach Wolverine was more important. Perhaps the Cajun would survive the night after all.


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The wind blew and the flame on the end of his match was extinguished. Damn it all, Remy was out of matches. He snatched the cigarette from his own mouth and looked up. His gaze fell upon the dark alleyway he had been standing in front of; he stood there for a moment examining it. Turning his head slightly he saw the store just down the block behind him. It really had been too long since he was home. Remy had already begun to turn back when something caught his attention from the dark ally. Low growling noises, like a wild dog bleed from the darkness. He squinted into the dark trying to see where it came from. The noise seemed to recede further back. Every inch of him said to stay away, to run now while he still could, but the noise was strangely familiar. Step by step he entered the dark ally, wishing to find the noise, fearing that he knew what made iust ust inside the dark he stopped, finally giving in to the feeling that pulled at him, he turned to go. His fears suddenly became reality as his face slammed into a rock hard chest. Startled he fell back deeper into the ally. The low growl now became nothing less than a roar as Sabretooth closed on his prey.
Remy leapt to his feet and readied himself for a fight. He had left his coat at the hotel leaving him unarmed. He reached for the cigarettes in his jean pocket. Sabreh clh closed fast; he was on top of Remy before he could react and knocked away the pack. Before Remy new what had happened, he felt his body hit a brick wall, face first. Sabretooth, now pushing against his back, was crushing him. There was no breath to be found, and Remy felt the world around him begin to go dark. He struggled, looking for anything to aid him, but nothing was found. Finally the weight lessened and Remy could breath again.


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Sabretooth could not have planned it better himself. Remy walked right into the ally. He could smell his fear; it was intoxicating. Remy was slower than he remembered, but that only made his work easier. He had managed to pin Remy to the brick wall and leave him gasping for air. He felt Remy’s body begin to go limp under his hold and decided that he wanted him awake to “enjoy” every second of their time together. Pulling back slightly, allowing Remy room to breath, he rapped one clawed hand around his neck. Using his grip to turn Remy’s ear up toward his mouth, he whispered, “We’re gonna have fun, you and me.” Remy began to struggle more as he became fully aware. This, however, only made Sabretooth tighten his grip. “Go on, struggle, it’ll only make it more fun for me.” His whispers were low hisses that pushed air into Remy’s ear making goose bumps rise on his skin. With a feral toothy smile he added, “Scream for me Remy.” Slowly his free hand moved down Remy’s back, coming to rest between his thighs. He felt all the muscles in Remy’s body tighten at once. Whatever Remy thought was going to happen, he hadn’t expected that. This made Sabretooth laugh. Slowly, relishing Remy’s surprise, he used one of his long clafingfingers and gently ran it over the warm bulge in Remy’s pants again and again. Against Remy’s will he began to stiffen, and gave out a low choked moan.

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Remy stood pinned, unable to move a muscle. He had heard Sabretooths words, but hadn’t understood his intentions until now. Sabretooth’s claw was scraping the crouch of his jeans. He could feel it snag the material, pulling, cutting. A burn spread across his balls as the claw slid past the shredded material and made contact with fragile flesh. Remy bucked trying to kick him off, felt the claw begin to cut and stopped immediately. Oh god, was this really happening? Was his love for Logan actually going to cause Sabretooth to…to what? The word sounded ludicrous, Remy was a man, and men don’t get raped. What else then, what else could it be? A feeling entered Remy’s stomach; the all to familiar feeling of something bad happening that you can’t stop. Remy felt Sabretooth slide two fingers inside the ripped crouch. Felt his fingers touching him where only an hour earlier Logan had. He wanted to scream and throw up at the same time, but managed neither. Sabretooths fingers curled around his cock, stroking ferociously as it stiffened beneath his touch. Remy tried in earnest to struggle again, but his body betrayed him, all the blood left his muscles. Sabretooth sensed his panic and began to laugh. Remyged ged to scream for Logan, but knew he was to far away. He felt powerless, trapped under the massive mans weight. Sabretooth’s hand began to move again, thankfully leaving Remy’s now raw cock, but if he thought it was over, he was mistaken. As Sabretooth’s hand crept to the back of his jeans, his other hand tightened around Remy’s neck, pulling him up into a cruel kiss. Sabretooth’s tongue probed wantonly searching the inside of Remy’s mouth. Licking and rolling around Remy’s own threatened tongue; unwelcome in the small space it gagged him. Finally Sabretooth pulled back, grabbing Remy’s bottom lip and biting, drawling blood. Only to return and sumptuously lick the blood from Remy’s face. Remy grunted trying to pull away, but was left little space to move. He felt the larger mans hand slide effortlessly down the back of his jeans and pull. Jean pushed against Remy’s erection painfully before giving. Tearing down the back. He felt an unwanted breeze touch his bare ass.
Sabretooth removed what was left of his jeans easily, revealing his muscular legs and toned ass. Remy felt his clawed fingers run up his right thigh, scrapping his flesh. When they reached his ass, Remy jumped in his grasp. Causing another laugh from the feral mutant. Gratefully the fingers kept moving, coming to rest on the back of Remy’s neck. With one fluid motion, Sabretooth had sliced his shirt in half, as well as slice his back. Remy suddenly found his voice and screamed in agony. As Sabretooth pulled the remaining shirt away, his grip lightened. Remy took advantage of this and spun to attack, unfortunately with little luck. Realizing what he had done, Sabretooth easily dodged the fooled hearted attempt and slammed Remy’s head off the brick wall.


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Remy hung limp in his grasp, still conscious, but barely. He was now completely naked, Wolverine’s smell more evident than ever. Sabretooth was ready, his own cock hard beneath his clothes. All he needed was a more comfortable place to proceed. Looking farther down the ally, he saw some old boxes and a small dumpster. “So tell me, which would you prefer?” He made no attempt to mask his voice now speaking loudly. He drug Remy by the neck down to the end of the ally, picking up the shredded shirt and taking it with them. “I say dumpster, gives me leverage.” The laughter seeped into the dark like molasses; thick and unwelcome. Finally he released Remy’s neck, lying him down hard on top of the waist high dumpster, legs dangling over the side, face down. He grabbed Remy’s arms pulling them painfully behind his back and tying them there with the remains of the shirt. “Don’t want you getting any ideas.” Remy began to shake not able to move as his head seeped blood. “Oh, come on!!! What kind of pussy are you?!” Sabretooth backed up slightly and started to undo his own pants. “At least be a man about it!”


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“Non…please…don’…” Remy pleaded as Sabretooth stepped closer stroking his own hardened cock. He tried to get up, to move, anything. It was no use he was helpless. His thoughts turned to Logan. He wanted so badly to be back in the hotel with him, safe in his lover’s arms. Sabretooth reached up and planted one clawed hand on Remy’s shoulder. He licked the othnd rnd ran it the length of his cock. He was bigger than Logan, much bigger. Remy couldn’t see what was going on, but for this he was thankful. The knowledge of what was about to happen was already too much for him to bear. He felt tears of fear begin to swell in his eyes, but was able to push them back not wanting to give Sabretooth the satisfaction. He felt a hand begin to spread his ass cheeks and clenched his teeth determined not to scream.
The penetration was painful. One hard thrust and Sabretooth tore deep into Remy’s ass. The pain was nearly too much to bear and Remy’s vision swam. He wanted to cry out, he tried to, but his voice had abandoned him. Just a silent scream echoed in the darkness. Sabretooth’s hand clenched flesh on Remy’s shoulder, digging in deep with it’s claws as he pulled Remy closer trying to get the entire length of his shaft in. Only when he was satisfied did he pull back, starting a savage rhythm that threatened to tear Remy in half. The thrusts were bad, pulling out until only his head was in and then plunging back in more violently every time. Each thrust meeting Remy’s prostate with horrific effects. Moments into the act Remy unwillingly came hard, squirting hot white come along the side of the dumpster. But still the dryness burned, Remy could feel something tearing, and started into convolutions, dry heaving at the feel of it. Deep growls of pleasure escaped Sabretooth’s throat as he pumped harder and harder. Reaching down he wiped some of Remy’s spent seed from the dumpster and licked it from his fingers. A warm liquid began to lubricate Remy’s ass; he knew what it was. His convolutions stopped replaced by gasping, low, breathed moans of pain, the sharp movements causing his balls to swell again, ready to explode at the slightest touch. Slowly the pain in his ass began to lessen as numbness spread over his brutalized whole and the muscles relaxed in the mild relief. Sabretooth, however, was not having this. Breathing heavy he moaned in Remy’s ear before reaching down and grabbing a hold of Remy’s still raw cock, starting a dry rhythm that sent new pain through his body as flesh slowly rubbed away under Sabretooths massive hand. Remy came again, painfully, the white come now tainted pink with blood.
Lowering his mouth Sabretooth bit Remy on the neck, then again on the back. Remy could only manage a whimper as Sabretooth began biting and clawing him in multiple places, being sure to leave as many marks as possible. Never breaking his rhythm. Remy wanted to pass out, to be relieved of this, to get away. No matter how intense the pain got, he couldn’t. He was trapped there, in that moment, unable to find release. The numbness in his ass began to recede and Remy could feel the full poof tof the thrusts again. Finding his voice he screamed loader than ever before, praying that Logan would hear and come for him. Sabretooth bore down harder on him, choking his scream. Pumping more violently than ever, Remy hoped he was close to coming. He was. Several more extra deep thrusts and Sabretooth froze in place, his cock still active in Remy’s ass, twitching and pumping its seed into him. Remy lie his head against the cool of the dumpster gasping in pain hoping it was over.


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Sabretooth stood there, looking over what he had done, Remy lie there, marked, violated, bleeding, shaking from head to toe. It wasn’t good enough. He had to make Logan watch his lover suffer. Remy’s blood had tasted good he wanted more. It took him little effort to flip Remy over. Remy lie uncomfortably sideways on his arms, pink come dripping down his still spread legs, either unable or unwilling to move, neither one mattering much to Sabretooth. He wanted Remy’s cock, but as he started to bend forward his face was met with a foot. The contact with his jaw was clean and painful even to Sabretooth. The cracking noise of bones told him that Remy’s foot had broken, but anger still raged. He snatched Remy by the throat and threw him into the brick wall with bone crunching force. Son of a bitch, how could he still have that much fight left in him? It almwasnwasn’t worth letting him live, almost. He pictured Wolverine’s face at the sight of his lover’s mangled body. A smile massaged away the anger. Remy, now lying unconscious on the floor of the ally, would twinge and lowly moan every now and then. From the sound of the impact, Sabretooth guessed he had at least one broken arm to match his foot. Fine, it wasn’t the best he could do, but the thought of the effort it would take to bring Remy back from this state was enough to ouraourage any further action. Sabretooth placed his own cock back in his pants and walked to the mouth of the ally, stopping only to look back in silence, longing to be there when Logan arrived.


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Logan wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep, but looking at the alarm clock provided by the hotel, he realized Remy had been gone for three hours. ‘What could be taking him so damn long?’ Logan climbed groggily out of bed and began to dress. ‘Guess I’ll have to go find him.’ The room was cool and Remy’s smell all but disappeared from it. Logan was dressed in minutes, walking toward the door he spied Remy’s coat. He picked it up burying his face in it, ravishing in his lovers sent. He missed him even in this short time and couldnndernderstand what kept him. He stood there for a moment remembering the feel of Remy’s hands on his body, then slipped the coat on wanting to be surrounded by his smell. ‘Damn it Cajun, if you’re with someone else…’ His thoughts trailed, how could he think that about Remy? Sure, in the past there were others, women, but Remy had assured him that was all over. Then where had he gone? Logan quickly stifled the growing anger in his stomach as he opened the door. It would be hard enough to trail Remy now, after so long, without images of Rouge or Ororo in his head.
The night was warm; Logan began to sweat under the heavy leather of the coat but was unwilling to take it off. Instead he pulled it up tight to gain a better sample of his love, not that he needed it, but he wanted it. Finally he lowered the coat from his face and closing his eyes took the night air in deep, searching for the scent. He found it, weakly it floated on the breeze, but it was not alone. Eyes snapping open with terror, he new that sent, but it couldn’t be, he couldn’t be here… “Creed?” The whispered word echoed through his thoughts. He had to find Remy, now! He followed the same path as Remy, but at a quicker pace, all the while his scent growing stronger on the gentile breeze mingling with the stench of blood, Remy’s blood. Creed’s smell seemed to dissipate as Logan drew closer, but this offered no comfort, as he knew it meant Remy was most likely dead. His pace now turned into a steady run, past the store and stopping at the mouth of an ally. Now sweating heavily from the mixed efforts of dragging the coat and fear, he glared into the darkness only partly aware of the eyes that burned the back of his neck. He knew it was Creed, knew he was smiling, knew that he knew Logan’s secret but Remy was more important, for now.
Logan was shaking, unwilling to enter the ally, afraid of what he would find. “Remy…” he muttered almost inaudibly. The smell was painfully strong; Remy’s blood, sweat, saliva, come from both men. What had happened? He swallowed audible and summoning up all the courage it took to fight the Juggernaut, entered the ally. The dark was thick, but his eyes adjusted quickly. As Logan passed the torn jeans dread grew in his stomach. A noise pierced the silences, startled Logan’s claws dispersed and he whorled to meet what made it. Lying, crumpled in the darkness, was what seemed to be a person. Logan walked towards them, unsure, his nose said it was Remy, but the figure seemed too small to be a human. It waited there, limp as a rag doll murmuring noises that sounded a lot like Logan’s name. As he grew closer, Logan could make out whom it was, his claws replaced themselves as he fell to his knees next to him. Remy lie rutted sideways on the digrouground, naked with arms bound, dried blood covering hours old wounds, eyes half opened, and his mouth practically swelled shut. All at once Logan knew what had happened.
All anger in him seeped away, the empty space filled with remorse. How could he not have been there to stop it? How could he let this happen to his love? Logan’s heart broke as he gently removed the shirt that kept Remy’s arms. Remy winced in pain and moaned quietly. “Shhh…” Logan lightly stroked Remy’s temple offering comfort as he began to survey the damage. His left arm was shattered, bone protruding from more than one jagged sight. As his look moved down Remy’s chest and back he counted, cut and bitten moren thn thirty times. Still further down, he didn’t want to see the damage, but was left little choice. Remy’s cock loll against his ripped thigh, skinned in places, raw and bloody, accompanied by his maimed empty balls. Logan very gently rolled Remy slightly to gain a view of his hole. This blood was still fresh when all the rest was dry. Remy had been bleeding out since the assault ended. His hole, ripped into a long slit, poured blood as Logan shifted him to rest flat on his back. The blood loss alone should have killed him, but why hadn’t Creed? Was this a message, like the others, was he taking what was Logan’s? “Stupid question…” Logan mumbled to himself as he removed Remy’s coat. As carefully as he could, placed the coat around Remy, then lifted Remy into his arms. Remt out out a small cry, “Shhh…it’s ok, I’m here now.” Logan cradled Remy in his arms, comforting and protecting him, for a moment before turning to leave the ally.
The hospital seemed like he only sane place to take him. Remy’s embarrassment was a small price to pay when pitted against his lifegan gan never left his side, when the doctors asked his relation, Logan responded the only way he could, “I’m his lover.” It felt good. In the hospital room latter that night, after the parade of cops, doctors, and specialists, Logan called the mansion and Remy slept. Charles wasn’t as surprised as Logan might have thought when told of his feelings for Remy, he even took the news of the rape in stride, but non the less he quickly gathered Hank and took off for New Orleans.
When Remy awoke, Logan filled in the gaps. Being extra careful with his word, Remy was fragile now, still shaking and in pain. Logan combed his fingers through Remy’s long auburn hair as his head lay on the pillow. “Don’t worry, he’ll pay for what he did, I promise.” The whispered vow made for little comfort as Logan stared into Remy’s battered eyes; he bent and gently kissed Remy on the forehead. “You’ll always be mine, remember that.”