Dangerous Passion

Disclaimer: Marvel characters belong to Marvel... for now.

Thanks to my beta - Lady e - for the quick and enthusiastic read.

//thoughts//

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//Why do I do dis?//

Remy wearily rubbed his eyes. The room was still dark. It would still be few hours until
sunrise. He watched the sheets next to him rise and fall, accompanied by a surprisingly
soft snore. He just shook his head as he turned, slipping silently out from under the
sheets.

As he reached the bathroom, he gently closed the door behind him with a faint click. He
winced as the tiny sound was amplified by the silence of the room. Flicking on the light,
he stared at himself in the mirror for a long minute. He traced the red welts across his
chest, sucking in a breath as he found the sore spot just under his collarbone.

//Dat's gonna leave a mark.// He just gave his reflection a half snorted chuckle. //Dat's gonna leave another mark.//

His whole body ached, all the way to his bones. Every muscle, every tendon
complaining as he hobbled to the tub. He needed a nice, hot, long shower not only to
relax his tense body but to wash away the overpowering scent of sweaty sex. He
cranked up the hot water, gathered his towels then stepped over the side of the tub.

The hot water stung every scratch, every scrape. He had to face the pounding water.
His other side was just a bit too raw for the near scalding temperature. He leaned
forward, his hands planted on the wall, dipping his head down so the water could
cascade down his neck.

As the tiny room filled with steam, Remy finally felt relaxed enough to wash. The tiny
bottle of hotel shampoo would have to do. It wasn't like he planned this little side trip.
He emptied the pitiful bottle then preceded to lather his auburn locks. He massaged the
suds into his scalp at the back of his head. His fingers traced gentle circles in the
aching skin as he made a mental note to leave his hair loose next time. The ponytail
was just too convenient of a handle.

The hot water was leaving bright red trails down his chest and over his thighs. But the
heat felt so good he couldn't turn it down just yet. He fumbled for the tiny, paper
wrapped hotel soap, freeing it from it's package then working it into a lather inside a
thin, scratchy washcloth. He gingerly passed the soapy rag over his shoulders, his
chest, scrubbing a bit harder at the pits. He worked his way down his stomach then
skipped to his achy thighs and calves. With a sigh, he spread his knees, bending just
enough to access the core of his discomfort. He brought the washcloth delicately up to
his balls. It was a good place to start, they ached the least. He fondled one gently
through the soapy cloth, then the other, relieved that there was no pain involved in the
procedure.

He slipped the washcloth further back, over hot, swollen skin. He winced at the sting
the cheap hotel rag produced and quickly decided he was clean enough back there. He
brought the cloth back up then looked to his comfortably flaccid cock. He wrinkled his
nose in anticipation of the possible unpleasantness and dropped the rag, opting to
lather his hands to complete the job. He slowly ran his soapy fingers through his
matted, sticky pubic hair, teasing it away from his skin in slow motion. He made two
passes, making sure he was sperm free. He relathered his hand and gingerly cradled
his cock by the base, making slow circles to loosen the adhesive like coating of sweat
soaked sperm clinging to the soft flesh. He groaned at the unexpected reaction his own
hand was causing, his cock starting to tingle at the attention.

"Haven't you had enough?" He chastised his mutinous member. It just twitched in
response.

He expected the soap to sting as it passed over the friction burns down the sides of his
cock. Instead, the lather passed over the tender skin like a satin glove, his hand gliding
smoothly down to his flushed head, then, with a half twist, back to the base. He closed
his eyes, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he repeated the motion, his eager
manhood stiffening in his loosely clenched fist. He slid his hand down the shaft,
rounding lightly over the head, then sliding back to the base, setting up an unhurried
rhythm. His cock bobbed in his hand, nearly fully engorged.

Remy's breath started to hitch as he stroked himself slowly toward orgasm. He leaned
forward, supporting himself with his left hand as the slightly cooling water pounded his
chest. It cascaded down his still sore abs, over his fist, falling in rivulets from his freely
dangling testicles.

His eyebrows furrowed as he imagined how his twice emptied testicles were going to
feel being pressed into service for a third time tonight. But his concern quickly
evaporated. His head rolled back as the tension low in his belly started to build, his
sack starting to contract in preparation. A low moan escaped his lips as his hand
passed over the ultra sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, just below and to the
right of the head. His fingers paused there, gently brushing over it again and again,
causing a shiver that traveled from the base of his spine right up into his brain. A small
smirk curled the corner of his lips as he resumed his torturously slow rhythm.

A deep, low growl from behind reverberated off the tiles.

"T'ought you were asleep." Remy let out a little laugh, undeterred from his task.

"I was."

"How long you been standin' dere?" Remy would never get used that - being prey for a
feral. But he craved the dangerous thrill like a drug, his libido raging out of control at
the thought of his sharp teeth at his neck, his claws raking blood dotted trails across his
skin. "You jus' gonna watch?"

"Ya look like yer doin' fine all by yerself."

Remy just smiled as he continued his pace, tightening his grip on his straining cock..
He slipped his hand down around his balls, rolling them gently between his fingers, a
strangled moan escaping his throat at the sudden sensation.

The shower curtain rustled as the older man slipped into the tub behind him. The
helpless sound falling from Remy's lips was all it took to entice him into action. His wide
hands wrapped around Remy's slender hips as he nuzzled his nose into his neck, just
behind his ear, inhaling his scent deeply with an approving rumble deep in his chest.

"Yer way too pretty. Ya even smell pretty soaking wet, LeBeau." His hot breath crept
across his skin causing Remy to shudder uncontrollably, the menacing tone breaking
his concentration. His hand froze mid stroke. "Yer hair's pretty. Yer ass is pretty."
Strong hands pulled his hips back against rock solid flesh which nestled into the crack
of his ass. Remy gasped, squeezing his eyes tight. A hand released his hip, sliding up
his waist, over his ribs then dragging lightly down his chest, pausing to smooth over a
nipple. His hand rolled over, the back of razor sharp claws tracing the pale, silvery
scars low on his abdomen. "Even yer scars are pretty."

Remy swallowed hard. The gentle gesture caused him to shiver in anticipation while
the memories of the long healed wound made his stomach lurch with a twinge of fear.

"No one leaves scars like you, Vic."

Victor's laugh rumbled like thunder in Remy's ear. This was why he couldn't resist the
little thief. The scent of his intermingled lust and fear proved to be potent cocktail.
LeBeau was a singularly unique experience he never got tired of.

"Business is business..." Vic purred, rolling his hand once again, letting his claws
barely scrape over the scars once more, tiny dots of blood welling up in their passing.
"...and pleasure is pleasure." He wrapped his hand around Remy's motionless fist,
slowly guiding it down the length of his cock then back again. Remy moaned freely, his
head rolling back against Victor's chest, surrendering himself to his darkest, most
dangerous passion. His hips began to rock of their own accord, each back thrust sliding
his ass up the length of Vic's massive cock, pulling a grunt from the big man each time.
Remy could feel the uncomfortable tension coiling in his reluctant testes, but there was
no way he was going to stop now. He was panting hard, nearly gasping for breath,
teetering right on the edge of a mind blowing orgasm. Vic wrapped his arm around his
shoulder, grabbing his throat just under his jaw, forcing his chin up with an amused
chuckle.

"Not so fast, pretty boy." Vic's hand abandoned Remy's cock, swiping his hand away
from the throbbing shaft as well. Remy couldn't contain the soft whimper that escaped
his lips as his perfect friction disappeared. Vic spun him around, griping his ass hard,
pulling him in tight. Remy's throbbing cock slid up against the taller man's thighs, past
his balls, snugging its purple head up against the base of Vic's erection. Remy dropped
his head to Vic's chest, panting, the thick blonde hair coating the expansive muscles
tickled his cheeks as he lulled his head from side to side. Remy let his hands wander,
up massive thighs, over the ridge of muscle above his hips, his fingers tracing each
sharply defined muscle. Desperately, he tried to grind his hips under Vic's massive
hands trying to find that perfect friction once again. Vic slid one hand up his back,
gripping the back of his head, pulling him away from his chest. Remy's crimson and
black eyes were glazed over, half lidded in lustful abandon, those soft lips parted
slightly as he sucked in a ragged breath.

A snarl curled Victor's lip as his amber eyes drank him in. This kid pushed his buttons
in the all the right ways. Those helpless little sounds falling from his pretty lips, the
sweet hint of his underlying fear that bubbled to the surface whenever he put his hands
on him drove him out of his mind every time. Vic grunted at himself as he dove for
Remy's neck, closing his fangs around still tender flesh, already bruised from his lust
induced abuse just a few hours ago.
Remy clung tightly to his waist, his eyes screwed shut, the pain and the pleasure vying
for dominance. A strangled sound - half pained grunt, half ecstatic whimper - caught in
his throat as Vic scraped his fangs over raw skin then, almost tenderly, trailed his
tongue along the same path, transforming the pain into a shivery tingle. Remy writhed
helpless against him, his hips still fighting Vic's iron grip. The feral just cinched his grip
tighter, trapping his throbbing cock between their bellies, as his mouth trailed across
his shoulder. Vic's teeth found the earlier wound just under his collarbone with a quick
nip and Remy bit hard at his lower lip with the sudden pain.

The big man snapped his head up, a dangerously potent scent assaulting his senses at
a precarious moment. LeBeau had drawn his own blood. Remy's eyes grew wide as he
watched Vic's amber eyes start to cloud over, a guttural growl emanating from between
his clenched fangs as his nostrils flared to take in the scent. Vic slammed his eyes
shut, with a shake of his head and a sneer, fighting back the beast, battling it for
control. The wave of panic coursing through the kid wasn't helping matters either. He
just wanted to fuck him, not kill him. At least not yet.

"Ya like to live dangerously don't ya, LeBeau?" Vic breathed the words in a surly growl
as he regained tentative control over his animalistic urges. Even through the fear,
Remy's hips never stopped moving. Victor bent down, licking the drop of blood from his
chin, following the thin crimson trail back up to his wounded lip. He swirled his tongue
over the puncture savoring the thick, sweet, metallic flavor like a connoisseur sipping at
a fine Merlot. Vic purred like a huge, contented tomcat as his mouth closed over
Remy's in an fevered kiss.

It was rare that Vic kissed him. Something about the gesture just seemed too intimate
for their lurid encounters. Remy's panic subsided as Vic slipped his tongue in his
mouth, though the surge of adrenaline that accompanied it still coursed through his
body in a heated wave, his heart pounding furiously in chest. Remy wrapped his hands
around him, returning the kiss with matched intensity, mewling like a wounded animal
into his mouth. The big man just kissed him harder, swallowing every delicious sound
with a satisfied groan of his own. Remy's hands dropped to Vic's ass, clutching hard at
the solid muscle, trying to grind himself harder against him. Vic smiled around Remy's
warm, eager lips, suddenly breaking the kiss with a small, evil laugh.

"Ya just gonna hump me like a bitch in heat?"

"Guess dat depends." Remy kissed his way across the golden fur carpeting his chest,
finding one hard, dusky nipple with his teeth, nipping at it then closing his lips around it.
"What you gonna let m' do?"

Again Victor yanked Remy's head back by his hair. Releasing his hold on his ass, he
brought his hand up to his chin, tracing his now swollen lower lip with his thumb.

"Why don't ya put that pretty mouth ta good use."

A sly smirk crept across Remy's lips as he slowly sunk to his knees, letting his hands
and tongue wander freely over the mass of coiled muscles before him. As he worked
his way down Vic's abdomen, the feral man's cock started poking him in the throat as if
it had a mind of it's own. He dipped to the side of twitching shaft, intent on exploring
just a bit more, his tongue never leaving Vic's warm, tawny skin. As his knees made
contact with the tub, he dipped his head low, cupping one ball on his tongue before
gently sucking it into his mouth. Vic grunted, flexing the fingers still wrapped in his hair.

Remy buried he face deep in the golden mane of hair that curled about Vic's groin. His
scent was a pungent blend of sweat and musk though not unpleasantly so. Judging by
his own body's heated reaction, he guessed there was a strong mix of pheremones
blended in there as well. He glanced up at Vic's face, amused to find those amber eyes
fixed on him as he lapped and sucked at his scrotum. He stared back blatantly as he
licked his way up to his pulsing cock. Slowly, he curled his tongue around the base. Vic
gritted his teeth with a seething breath. Remy then flattened his tongue against the
underside of his impressive girth and lapped up its length in one fluid motion.

"Ahh... yeahhhh" Vic hissed .

Remy's smirk returned as his eyes lulled shut and his tongue began to wander. Vic's
breath slowed and deepened, hitching whenever Remy's tongue teased at the head of
his cock. His own erection bobbed helplessly before him, pearly drops of precum
beading at its tip. Without warning, Remy opened his mouth wide, sliding down over
Vic's solid flesh in a smooth, fluid motion, his swollen lip stretching painfully tight
around its thickness.

Vic's head snapped back with a throaty gasp as his left hand shot out to brace him
against the tiled wall. Remy may have been able to do this with more finesse but he
would never know. Vic's cock was too large to do anything but slide and suck. His head
bobbed in long, languid strokes pausing on the withdraw to scrape his teeth along the
taut flesh. Vic's breath was noisy and ragged, his short, growling pants punctuated with
mumbled obscenities. With each stroke Remy tried to ease just a bit more of the
massive member into his throat, gagging each time around the rock hard intrusion.
Vic's lips curled into a twisted, sadistic grin, enjoying each spasm of Remy's protesting
airway. At best, Remy could only accommodate just over half his length but Vic never
seemed to mind.

Vic started pulling at his head, urging him faster as he neared release. Remy obliged,
sliding his hand up around the exposed base of his cock, pumping his fist in time with
his mouth. He desperately wanted to stroke his own aching cock in unison but he
needed his other hand to brace himself as Vic's hips joined in. Vic wanted to ride his
pretty face even harder but Remy already had tears welling in the corners of his eyes
from the gagging. But Remy had a little extra surprise already prepared. Waiting until
he felt the telltale twitches at the base of his cock, Remy began to hum, a deep low
tone producing deep reverberations right through to the core of Vic's solid shaft. The
huge feral threw his head back with a roar at the unexpected sensation. The humming
was interrupted each time the head of his cock passed over the back of Remy's tongue
but resumed as soon as it withdrew, the staccato vibrations buzzing through his cock,
into his prostate then right up to the base of his brain. Three more hard thrusts of his
hips and every muscle in Vic's body snapped tight. Remy tried to pull his head away so
Vic could watch his load spurt across his face, as usual, but the hand in his hair held
him in place.
"Swallow." Vic commanded in a tight, strangled voice just as his hips twitched and the
world went black. Vic's roar sounded like the last desperate cry of a dying animal as he
came. Vic's load splashed against the back of Remy's throat automatically triggering
his strongest gag yet. He desperately tried to relax his throat as Vic's second
voluminous spurt splashed again, filling his mouth. Try as he might, he couldn't force
his rebelling esophagus to swallow so he concentrated on willing the contents of his
stomach to remain were they were. Vic's third and final spasm forced sperm out around
his tight stretched lips, dribbling down his chin to splash across his own throbbing
erection. After several weak, trembling spasms Vic listed back against the shower wall,
slipping his cock out of Remy's mouth with a 'pop' and a spattering trail of saliva and
sperm. Remy immediate rolled forward, Vic's creamy load spilling from his mouth with a
cough. Both men remained motionless, aside from their heaving, ragged breathing, for
several long minutes as they recuperated.

"Yer gettin' better, LeBeau." Vic chuckled as he pushed himself upright. "But ya gotta
work on that gag reflex." The big man smirked as he gathered Remy by the shoulders,
hoisting him to his feet. He placed a finger under his chin, raising his still dazed face to
look into his. "Not a bad try, though." His thumb swiped the viscous, milky film from his
chin.

Remy just gave him a sarcastic, half cocked smirk. He had several, smart ass
comments for Vic's taunts but they'd have to wait. His tongue was still numb.

Vic could see the challenging glare in his eyes and just laughed. He roughly turned
Remy around pushing him under the warm water. He brought a hand to his chest,
rubbing in small circles, to rinse the sticky mess from his skin. Remy leaned his face
into the streaming water, rubbing at his lips and chin. He opened his mouth, filling it
with water, rinsing the sticky coating off his teeth then let the water dribble out over his
swollen lip, and then out with a final spit. Vic just laughed again.

"Ya keep that up, LeBeau..." Vic leaned down, next to his ear, his hand sliding down his
belly straight to his pounding hard on, closing over it with a squeeze. Remy let out a
defeated grunt, his shoulders slumping forward. He needed to cum so badly. "...an' I
just might arrange to run inta ya more often..." Vic stroked him hard and Remy
squeezed his eyes tight, pained groans accompanying each pass of his fist. "...so you
can practice."

Remy only half heard his words, his attention solely focused on the hand on his cock
and the growing ache in his overworked testicles. He swayed with the motion of Vic's
fist, his head lulling back and to the side like a broken doll. Vic wrapped an arm around
his chest, pulling him in close as his fist abruptly stopped moving.

"What'd I tell ya, pretty boy? Not yet." Vic's whispered hoarsely in his ear as his hand
abandoned his cock. Remy just whimpered, his pulse pounding mercilessly in his groin.
"I ain't done with ya." Vic released his grip and swiped the shower curtain open. "Out."

Remy slowly regained his senses then stepped from the shower. Vic snapped the
shower curtain closed behind him. With a big sigh, Remy started patting himself dry
then caught sight of his fat lip in the mirror. It definitely looked like someone had
popped him one which meant that he'd have to explain himself when he got home. He
was going to have to lie again. He just stared at himself, trying to figure out exactly
why he kept doing this, why he couldn't resist the suicidal temptation. Vic was
dangerously unstable on a good day and there was precious little to keep him from
snapping his neck on a whim. Remy's cock twitched hard at the thought of Vic's hand
around his throat, reminding him exactly why he was here. He had learned to equate
sex with fear at a young age. Now, as an adult, the only person who could possibly
satisfy that dark, twisted need was one of his worst enemies. A man he hated... and
knowing it didn't do a damn thing to dampen his desire.

Remy flipped his wet hair back with a slap and headed for the bed. He wasn't really
sure his body was ready for what was coming next but the thought of Vic, dripping wet,
climbing on top of him made his balls ache even more. His weary legs collapsed as he
hit the mattress. He crawled to the head of the bed, flipped over and melted into the
shredded sheets, his erection reaching for the ceiling. His hand instinctively curled
around the angry shaft, stroking it lightly, as he closed his eyes.

A deep, angry growl emanated from the bathroom doorway. Remy's eyes shot open
immediately catching site of the dripping wet feral, his huge frame dwarfing the tiny
doorway, water pooling at his feet. Remy's hand immediately abandoned his erection
but from the snarl on Vic's face he knew it was already too late.

"Bitch in fucking heat." The big man spit out the words as he lunged for the bed. "Can't
wait five fucking minutes, can ya?" Vic landed on the foot of the bed, with the whining
creak of metal coils snapping under the stress. Remy's tired muscles tried to react, but
he only managed to prop himself up on his elbows and back up against the headboard.
Vic grabbed him by the thighs and pulled him flat to the mattress, pouncing on top of
him, trapping his arms over his head, in the blink of an eye.

"Where the fuck do ya think yer going?" Vic hissed inches from his face. Remy's eyes
were wide once again, the intoxicating scent of lust drenched fear rolling off him even
as his straining cock bobbed up against Vic's own returning erection. "Ya trying ta set
me off, LeBeau? Is that what ya want?"

Remy just stared into those angry, amber eyes, knowing full well that his answer might
decide whether the next few minutes would be his last. His heart was pounding, his
chest heaving, his instincts screaming at him to move but all thought and reason
abandoned him to his sick compulsion. He rolled his hips upward, sliding his painfully
engorged cock firmly against Vic's nearly full erection, the barest hint of a whimper
catching in his throat. Vic's snarl slowly relaxed into a smirk as Remy started writhing
beneath him. Vic dropped his hips lower, pinning Remy's cock against his belly,
rubbing his own hard on along it's length in long, slow strokes.

"Such a slut." Vic laughed as he rocked his hips, Remy's whimpers growing into
ecstatic moans. Vic leaned down, water still dripping from his huge frame, nipping at
Remy's chest, working his way up his throat pausing just under his chin to press his
fangs into soft skin. Remy held his breath, like prey in the jaws of a predator, sucking in
a ragged breath as Vic released his hold. Vic stared at him a long few minutes,
watching that pretty face contort as he slid flesh along flesh, his wet skin sliding easily
along Remy's body. Remy moaned helplessly as he struggled to free his wrists,
desperate run his hands over solid muscle. The smooth friction drove him to the edge
but it wasn't quite enough to send him over. Vic's lips curled into a smirk as Remy
began thrashing beneath him, frustration choking every sweet, helpless sound. This
was how he liked him best, helpless, desperate and in agonizing ecstasy. Vic slowed
his hips, then stopped, pulling away from his body, watching desperation glaze over
those crimson and black eyes.

"Non." Remy's shallow voice cried out.

Vic adjusted his grip, trapping both of Remy's wrists in one hand. The other grabbed
his throat, slowly squeezing just hard enough to choke off his airway.

"Ya don't ever get ta say no ta me." Vic snarled, watching his face flush red. Remy
started to struggle, knowing it was useless, panic setting in as he realized Vic just might
choke him to unconsciousness or worse. The tips of Vic's nails were biting into his skin,
his hand heavy on his throat, and as his vision grew hazy all he could think about was
his aching erection and his overwhelming need to cum.

As Remy's color deepened to a vivid crimson, his eyes threatening to roll back into his
head, Vic released his hold on him, freeing his throat and his hands. Usually, the threat
of impending death would kill anyone's libido, but not LeBeau's. That delicious scent
rolling off of him just intensified to the point where Vic was sure he would drown in it.
And he took every possible opportunity to wring that scent out of him. Vic wallowed
there, his eyes glassy, sucking in his addictive scent like a junkie, burying his face in
the nape of Remy's neck as he gasped for air. He licked his way across his neck, a
deep growl rumbling through his chest as his tongue scraped over the stubble along his
jaw and just over his chin. Vic stared into those red and black eyes as Remy panted for
breath. Even swollen, his mouth was still too pretty. Vic closed his mouth over Remy's
flushed lips as he whimpered in surrender, ignoring the throb of his punctured lip as he
pressed into Vic's kiss. The big man lowered his weight down on top of him, propping
himself on his elbows to avoid crushing Remy completely. His hips resumed the long,
slow strokes as their erections met once again, his tongue tracing Remy's lips then
slipping past them, exploring his mouth with renewed fervor. Remy's hands slipped into
Vic's wet hair, his hips responding in kind as Vic rocked against him. He would never
understand how Vic went from trying to kill him to kissing him, always just barely
managing to reign the beast in, but he only gave it a passing thought. His hands
traveled down Vic's broad back, pulling him closer, content to just grind against him,
anything to relieve the pressure in his swelling testicles.

"I'm gonna fuck ya, LeBeau." Vic purred across his lips. "I'm gonna fuck ya and yer
gonna scream." Vic's malicious whisper coursed through Remy in an icy shiver as he
squeezed his eyes tight, his heaving breath catching in his throat. Vic slid off of him,
grabbing hard at his hips, pulling him onto his side. Vic reached behind his head,
swiping the tube off the night stand. With a quick snap and a deft twist of his wrist he
slicked his straining cock. He grabbed Remy's ass, pulling his cheeks apart as he
nudged his throbbing head up against his already abused sphincter. Remy curled his
hips, offering better access, already arching his back as he tried pushing himself onto
Vic's rock hard head. A silent chuckle rocked Vic's chest as he passed the head of cock
back and forth over his tender perineum and back to eager his ass. Without a pause,
Vic pushed hard into him, stretching him wide. Vic let out a deep grunt as he dropped
his forehead to Remy's shoulder, the head of his cock just barely seated past the
tender opening. No matter how hard he fucked him, his impressive girth always fit tight
in his ass. Remy's neck craned back with a pained cry, the air knocked out of his lungs
by a searing stab of pain, the twice violated muscles fighting the intrusion. Vic gave him
only a moment to acclimate to the sensation before he slowly pushed his way inside,
though not nearly enough for the feral's pleasure. Remy groaned, his eyes clamped
tight, panting hard, his knuckles blanching white as he gripped the mattress,
desperately seeking the pleasure through the pain. Vic rocked his hips in small,
deliberate motions, determined to maintain control. The last thing he needed was to rip
the kid open. The scent of blood twice in one night would be more than the beast could
resist.

After a long few minutes, when Remy's pants began mingling with the soft moans of his
recaptured arousal, Vic gripped hard at his hip and thrust in a bit further, his swollen
head stroking just past his prostate. Remy's eyes shot open as a sudden wave of
tingling pressure ebbed through his body, pulling a long ecstatic moan from somewhere
deep inside. He clutched wildly at the sheets, looking for the leverage to rock his hips
at just the right angle, desperate for that perfect pressure over and over again. But Vic
just continued his slow shallow strokes, just barely brushing past that sweet spot each
time, prolonging his agony. He tightened his grip on Remy's hip, to prevent him from
grinding onto him any harder. Soon, Remy was mumbling soft curses in French, each
slow thrust pressing the head of Vic's cock up against his prostate with unerring
accuracy. Victor was moving just enough to maintain the mind numbing sensations. Any
slower and Remy would lose them altogether but just a bit faster, a bit harder and he
would explode.

Vic lapped up the side of Remy's face, a thin sheen of sweat starting to coat his skin.
"Want more, pretty boy? I know ya do." Remy just moaned in response, unable to
summon coherent words at the moment. Vic wrapped a hand in his hair, yanking his
head back. "Yer gonna take it all, LeBeau. Every last inch. I'm gonna bury myself in ya."
Remy's eyebrows furrowed with his concern but he was way past the point of
protesting. Vic had never sunk his whole cock into him, even when he fucked him like
an animal. He was simply too big. Chilling thoughts of reconstructive surgery flashed
through his mind but abruptly disappeared as Vic slowly pulled out, pausing to rub the
head of his cock across his prostate once again. Vic readjusted his grip on Remy's hip,
slowly sinking into his willing flesh. Remy wasn't aware he was holding his breath until
he exhaled it in an anguished groan as Vic's cock slipped past it's usual depth. There
was no pain, only a scary sensation of fullness and pressure as Vic snuggled up tight
against his body, his balls pressing smoothly up against his own. Vic moaned low,
acclimating to the new sensation. He rarely got the chance to use his whole cock on a
willing partner, especially while he was still in control and able to enjoy it in full. Remy
froze in place, the alien sensation adding a whole new layer of euphoria to the
experience.

"Yer so fucking tight." Vic slowly circled his hips in an exaggerated grind accompanied
by Remy's breathless pants. "So fucking tight." Vic dropped his head to the back of
Remy's head, breathing hard and grunting as he started to curl his hips with small
thrusts. His hand abandoned Remy's hip then slid down his thigh to grab hold of his
throbbing erection, Vic's loose fist starting a counter rhythm to his rocking hips,
purposely avoiding contact with the swollen, overly sensitive head. Remy eyes rolled
shut as he lost himself in the overload of sensations, blissfully unaware that his
incoherent babbling bordered on screaming. Vic's hips rocked harder as his breath
grew ragged and forced, a low growl punctuating every seething breath. The sounds he
was dragging out of the kid were pure fucking bliss. He was already on the verge of
coming, but he still wanted that scream.

"Scream for me, boy." Vic commanded with a surly growl as his hand rounded over the
head of Remy's cock, smoothing over the sensitive ridge with his palm. An intense
shudder coursed straight up Remy's spine, an ecstatic cry catching in his throat as he
finally neared release. Vic pulled nearly out of his ass and Remy braced for the slam of
his hips. Instead, Vic adjusted his angle then thrust the head of his cock just up against
that sweet spot, rocking it there with a gentle but steady pressure as his hand stroked
his cock hard. "Fucking scream." Remy's whole body jerked as he cried out and Vic
grabbed the base of his cock, solid pressure blocking the escape route just as he finally
came. Remy's cry sputtered in his throat as back pressure throbbed through his
prostate. Vic released him on the second contraction and Remy came blindingly hard,
semen splattering off the bed and across the floor, a full fledged scream ripping from
his very core. His whole body contracted with each spasm, gripping Vic's cock tight and
it was more than Vic could stand. With a roar he thrust deep into Remy's ass, pumping
hard as he came, shooting his load deep inside of him.

Both men collapsed into the overworked mattress, panting and sweaty. Remy couldn't
move even if he wanted to, every muscle a dead weight, his head buzzing with the
euphoria of a massive endorphin rush. In fact, Remy was pretty sure his whole face
was numb. Vic purred in contentment as he nuzzled his face into Remy's hair, coiling
his arm around his waist snuggling his body closer. Remy was tempted to interpret the
gesture as affection but he knew better. He just sighed deeply as they both drifted
towards sleep, Vic's softening cock still buried deep inside him.

*********

Remy woke late in the morning, groggy and dazed. He immediately looked to the other
side of the bed. Vic was gone, as usual. He collapsed back into the wrecked mattress,
taking inventory of his various aches and pains.

The click of the doorknob startled Remy into an upright position, clutching the tattered
sheets about his waist. Vic slipped silently into the room, tossing a plastic bag onto the
cheap dresser. He shut the door and walked into the bathroom to relieve himself.
Remy's thoughts starting racing. Vic was never here the morning after. He never came
back. Remy's fingers began to twitch as his instincts fired up his reflexes, preparing to
fight. His coat, his staff and his cards were all on the other side of the room. The toilet
flushed and Vic walked out into the room. He gathered a few things into his bag, not
saying a word, not making eye contact. The tension was too much for Remy to take.

"I'm gonna have t' tell dem I found you, y' know." Remy flatly stated.

"And ya know I'll make sure we're prepared." Vic countered.

"You gonna try n' gut me again?" Remy half chuckled his nervous response.

Vic's amber eyes snapped up, hard and cold, fixing on Remy with a low snarl. The big
man crossed the room in three long strides, leaning down into Remy's face.

"This..." Vic motioned between the two of them "...don't exist out there. Never did.
Never will. If I wanted ya dead in those tunnels, ya would be. Make no mistake, if I need
ta kill ya in the future, I won't hesitate." Vic grabbed him by the back of his neck and
pulled him closer, kissing him hard then burying his face in the nape of his neck for one
last deep inhalation of that incredible scent. Then Vic pushed away with a grunt.

Remy was speechless, unable to wrap his thoughts around what just happened. He just
sat there, his jaw slightly agape as Vic turned to leave. Victor grabbed the plastic bag
off the dresser and tossed it onto the bed, a bottle of shampoo and soap spilling out as
it tumbled across the sheets.

"Neither of us need the runt smellin' me on ya." Vic explained without a backward
glance. He opened the door and was gone with a click leaving Remy dazed and
confused and dreading the fight to come.