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niceandfluffy2Yeah, it was too large again. Pah.
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The fight had gone well, as fights went. Their mouths had met almost immediately, pressed together with violent passion as both men jostled for dominance. Victor sucked on a bleeding lip that was already healing and grinned, before pulling his brother closer for another go. Jimmy had been as predictable as always, only knowing a few ways to react to his brother’s teasing, and it had been him who had struck the first, hard blow that stumbled him backwards. Victor grinned in pleasure. Jimmy was getting better and better, although Victor was slightly disturbed by how much Logan seemed to value his new little sidekick. On the other hand, that could easily be resolved once his brother had returned to the fold. The novelty would wear off eventually.
He grabbed hold of his brother’s shoulders and pulled him even closer, pressing himself hard against Logan and feeling the angry yet encouraging response as a reward. Oh yeah, Jimmy needed it badly. He could already feel how hard and hot Logan was against him, the younger feral’s mouth biting against his neck desperately. LeBeau might not be around but his influence was clearly involved, Logan’s frustration showing itself as the rough, burning need that seemed to power everything he did. Victor purred in satisfaction and ground his groin against his brother’s, smiling at the little helpless gasp that this produced.
It didn’t take too long before Logan demanded greater dominance in their positions, as Victor knew he would. Growling furiously, he bit Victor’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood as the claws from one hand emerged in all their shiny glory. Their presence was a shock, but it was clear enough what Logan was planning to do with them; his hand flicked, and Victor felt the tell-tale breath of fresh air against his thigh. Clearly Dominance had brought along its partner for the ride, Impatience, and that was certainly entertaining. Jimmy was taking his dominance role very seriously indeed.
Victor chuckled and flipped them, shoving his younger brother against the wall with enough force that the whole side wobbled. That was the problem with damp wooden buildings; no one ever designed them with hard sex in mind. He dipped his mouth to feast on the beauty that was Logan’s neck, nipping and sucking as one hand slid between their bodies to rub his brother’s iron hard erection and unfasten his belt.
“No,” Logan snarled, pressing forward harder and trapping Victor’s hand between them. “I say when this happens. Not you,”
Victor narrowed his eyes, but decided not to comment. Allowing Jimmy to take control was always going to rub his fur the wrong way, but it needed to be done. That didn’t automatically mean that he had to be a good boy, of course. His hand swiftly unfastened another button before making a speedy retreat, Victor smiling at him winningly.
“Yes, dear-,” he was silenced by another sudden blow to the face, snapping his head back and reopening the lip wound. Panting softly, he looked back at the stony face of his brother in surprise. Victor’s smile turned a little wolfish. Now that was more like it.
For a good ten minutes their passion turned to the physically violent rather than the embrace; Logan’s claws had retracted again, but this didn’t make his fists any the less solid as they fought, kicking, biting, slamming each other across the dusty space. Victor could feel each blow thud into him with increasing power, easily overpowering him as his own bones threatened to break against the strength of the metal. His brother also wasn’t giving him any chance to gather his breath, the blows raining down on him until he crashed clumsily to the floor and rolled to avoid a kick to the ribs.
The floor was apparently exactly where Logan wanted him; Victor scrambled to his feet but was slammed down on all fours as his brother prowled after him and hit him again to stop him coming back up. There was a ‘snik-snik’ sound and the remains of the material that had been clinging valiantly to his hips floated serenely to the floor. Victor hissed, and thanked the lord that he had already removed his coat before they started; completely naked going to the base was just going to be awkward, and he liked that damned coat.
“Getting bolder, eh, Jim-,” the rest of the words turned into a longer hiss as claws slashed across his buttocks. Victor could feel the damp blood as it began to trickle downwards, no doubt to leave an annoying stickiness. He scowled over his shoulder; the injury itself was minor, but the meaning behind it was stronger than he wanted. Logan looked at his anger in disinterest as he opened up his trousers and released himself. One hand ran over the hard length, smearing the pre-cum over the tip in such a way that it sparkled in the limited light. It was strange how he had forgotten quite how big his brother was. Victor glanced at his brother’s eyes, which were dark, hungry and with a stony quality that spoke of the deep rooted anger that seemed to drive every decision Logan made. There was no going back, not now. This was it.
Victor growled softly and tightened his grip on the floor to help his balance. His brother wouldn’t be his first, although Victor had no intention of ever admitting that to Jimmy. It had been over a century since he had submitted to another man, and that first attempt hadn’t left him with any joy to continue. He could still remember the strange, shameful piercing pain that stabbed through him and his own traitorous voice that cried out shakily in shock before he had bit his lip as hard as he could. Victor’s lip curled. He had been shot. He had been beaten and stabbed. He had been experimented on, and sliced up. And yet all of those hadn’t quite compared with the sensation of being used by another. How Wade seemed to thrive on it, he had no idea.
His claws dug into the floor as he gave a lazy, casual smirk at his brother. Victor couldn’t quite remove all the tension that had built within him, but he had fought enough of it to allow his body posture to have an element of carelessness just in case his brother was watching. He suspected he hadn’t needed to bother; Jimmy had a look of deep concentration on his face as he looked at him, and Victor had a suspicion the man wouldn’t be distracted even if a bomb was set off directly behind them.
Yeah, they could do this. There was nothing-
A movement caught his eye and caused all of his hard won carelessness to escape back into the wild. LeBeau. A sudden icy shock crept through his veins as their eyes met across such a wide space; Logan hadn’t yet seen him, the youngster having appeared behind him, but then he probably wouldn’t care even if he had. To him, the kid was part of his sexual routine anyway. To Victor, LeBeau’s presence was about as welcome as someone setting his testicles alight with a blowtorch.
It took him only a few seconds to register the strange fluttering sensation working its way through him, telling him to go, to run, to fight. He couldn’t do this, not with the boy watching and judging him. Victor pushed himself up, trying to break the hold Logan had over him, but his brother simply caught him and pinned him against the floor. Victor’s hard foot slam directly behind him nearly shook off his brother’s hold, but Logan hissed and fought back. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Victor hissed his outrage as he sliced open one of Logan’s arms as deep as he could, and then hissed louder as his brother buried his claws deep in the muscle of Victor’s back.
Escape was impossible.
Panting, his upper body in agony, Victor raised his head to look behind him again. Logan was clearly taking his struggles as part of the experience, not seeing it necessary to even comment. LeBeau hadn’t. Victor met the youngster’s gaze and snarled helplessly at the smug little grin that was aimed at him. Oh, the kid was going to die. Slowly. Painfully. And with half a million things shoved up his ass, some of which would explode or give an electric shock. What fun they would have then.
Victor struggled again but there was no give at all. Logan cursed softly.
“Give up, Victor,” he muttered softly, the words confirming that his brother just thought he was messing around. Victor briefly considered admitting to his weakness, but almost immediately threw that idea away. He would have to submit as it was. Admitting he needed to stop was just going to dent his pride more, even if he knew that his brother would allow him to escape without a word of complaint. That knowledge made the whole thing so much worse. It was a get out clause which Victor could only look at and never accept. It would have been so much easier to simply put his situation up to fate and leave it at that.
He could feel the Cajun’s grin burning a hole in his back. Victor gritted his teeth and gave one last desperate yank of his shoulder against the metal claws that had skewered it. Nothing.
“Stop fighting,” growled Logan irritably, sliding the claws from Victor’s body and pressing his own against him. Victor gasped softly as the metal withdrew, but still found he couldn’t move; his healing factor was doing the best it could, but it would take a while before his full strength returned. He could already feel his brother fumbling behind him, the heat of the other man’s erection shoved against the bare skin of his rear in a burning statement of what was going to follow.
Victor growled helplessly, one clawed hand digging tracks in the wooden floor as he struggled to control himself. He had expected it to be difficult, even with his brother, but hadn’t comprehended exactly how bad it would be. His body was tensing each moment that passed as his mind dwelled on what was happening, and this was fuelled by the knowledge that he was being watched and judged by the smug young bastard that Logan had taken under his wing.
“For fuck’s sake, get on with it!” he snarled, unable to bear it any further. He could feel Logan hesitate in surprise, before shifting behind him a little rougher. Victor lowered his head and growled softly, a consistent vibration that worked its way through his body and increased as he felt his brother finally begin to penetrate him. Not that Logan got very far. Victor’s muscles fought against the invasion, automatically resisting against the touch against his innermost areas. Victor forced himself not to recoil as the tip rested for a few moments before it pushed in harder, insistently, not taking no for an answer. Even after all this time, he could remember the burning sting that delved deep within him, and it hadn’t got any better since then.
Victor gritted his teeth even harder and gathered himself. If he was going through with this then he was going to do it properly, and doing it properly didn’t involve meekly lying on the floor waiting for something to happen. He snarled in fury and pushed back powerfully to meet Logan’s thrust, lowering his head slightly as he felt his muscles tear to admit him. The piercing, burning sensation stepped up a notch, as though someone had thrust a red hot poker up him, and Victor felt all of his instincts dissolve within him other than the simple need to get out.
Life, on the other hand, had much more for him to do. Logan waited for a few moments before impatiently moving, his mouth licking and nipping at Victor’s neck as his hands gripped his hips tightly. Victor snarled in response, but it was difficult to ignore his brother’s burning lust as it thrust into him; the scent, the movement, the little grunts and growls that firmly spoke of Logan’s pleasure, all of them mixed together and fermented into a toxin that began to seep into Victor’s consciousness. The initial stabbing pain had dulled to a low throb of outrage, his body still not forgiving such an act of vandalism, but the shame and horror was slowly lifting from his mind.
Logan slid his arm around Victor’s waist, pulling him closer and sinking even deeper into him. His teeth bit into Victor’s shoulder as his hips began to move, harder, faster, claiming him as his own rather than any need to soothe him. Victor was glad. If his brother had tried to treat him any differently, he would have killed him. Some things changed. Other things never had to, and it was those aspects he clung to when the control slowly slipped from his fingers.
Slowly, gradually, the pleasure began to creep into him. At first the distaste and the pain merely deadened, the strange rocking motion and the sensation of being filled to the ripping brim becoming almost normal. Then there were little bursts of pleasure, slow at first, but growing in number and intensity. Logan slid further out of him until the tip of his cock hovered around Victor’s stretched entrance before thrusting deep again, harder and further than he would have dared before, and the bursts of pleasure took on a whole new level. Victor’s claws ripped holes in the floor as his breathing grew ragged and painful. Logan was murmuring something in his ear, so low it was just one step above a purr, but he couldn’t listen to words. Words had no meaning, not anymore. All he could listen to was their bodies meeting each other, and the way Logan’s short nails dug hard into his hips as he guided their physical ‘conversation’.
Victor had no idea when his arousal reached its peak. It had got there by stealth, hidden by a mask of sweat and grunts and distractions until it had grown into an aching, burning tower of need which refused to shut up. Victor snarled again, a vicious, toothy burst of frustration and desire which only increased as he felt his younger brother begin to tremble behind him. Victor smiled to himself ruefully, and tried to squeeze the inner muscles that Wade always spoke about. A hissed curse told him that he had found them, but not as much as the way his brother thrust once more and then came violently, shuddering against him as though someone had attached an electric charge to him and shoved it up to full power.
For a moment, just for a moment, things seemed almost freakily normal. And then, just as Logan slipped out of him and slid his hand around Victor’s hip with the clear intention of helping him finish, the world decided to get more complicated once again. This time complication turned up with a Cajun accent and a very unwelcome word.
“Stop.”
Logan stopped immediately, turning his head to the sound incredulously. Victor scowled and rolled onto his side, watching the way his brother’s eyes widened then shone with a brightness that was almost sentimental.
Oh yeah, the kid was going to die.
“Couldn’t you find a nice puddle to drown yourself in?” he growled pointedly towards Gambit, trying to forget his discomfort. LeBeau looked at him and smiled; it was a slow, strangely sweet smile that should have been warm and welcoming and instead came across as a promise of tortures to come. Victor’s eyes narrowed, scanning the feline features of the boy warily. LeBeau’s eyes seemed strangely dark, a red glow showing from the center as he prowled forward. A predator’s stalk, even if it was a baby predator.
“Don’t touch him,” his voice spoke of his agitation as he spoke to Logan, the accent woven into each word. Victor’s teeth gritted together.
“And why not? You worried I’m going to explode?” His body ached. His erection needed to be touched. He could feel the strange sensation of Logan’s seed trickling from deep within him. And there was the damned boy trying to shove a spanner into the works, and his brother seemed happy enough to let him do it. Victor growled softly, and was faintly appeased as his brother glanced at him with an apologetic expression in his eyes.
“Sorry,” Logan crawled back and ran his hand over Victor’s weeping cock. LeBeau, however, was planning to be a major pest.
“Don’t, mon ami. You don’t owe him anything,” he urged. Logan frowned and looked up at him.
“I can’t just leave him like this!” his hand moved over Victor’s groin, giving a little comforting squeeze before starting work. LeBeau sighed, but finally shut up, wandering instead to a nearby crate and perching on it in such a dedicated manner for observation that Victor wouldn’t have been surprised to hear the word ‘nevermore’ mentioned. He looked at LeBeau thoughtfully again, before dismissing him; Logan’s hand was skilfully stroking him into completion, and he would be damned before he let the kid take his attention from that.
Victor purred softly, part in pleasure and part in secret relief. His brother was just as he remembered him, intense, strong yet willing to please; Victor had used that near desperation not to offend so many times in their youth when he was trying to persuade Jimmy to do things that the younger boy had baulked at. When they were teenagers, Jimmy had admitted he was still nervous that Victor, his own family, would vanish one day and just leave him if he didn’t comply. Victor had merely smiled, hugged him, and filed it away for possible use later on. He would never abandon his brother, but it didn’t hurt to have something to use in order to keep Jimmy from straying. The only thing it could never stop was Jimmy’s need to break the family himself.
He cracked an eye open as Logan’s hand stroked over his length, sliding over the thickness and caressing the fat, velvet tip with gentle fingertips before turning rougher in his handling. LeBeau was still watching them with a strange, calculating look, but that was something to worry about later. Victor groaned softly as Logan bent down to take him into his mouth instead, feeling the stab of pleasure hit him hard in the very core of him, both for the sensations and also the recognition of the sulky jealousy that flickered into LeBeau’s eyes. Well, well. Perhaps LeBeau wasn’t just there because he had nothing to do after all.
Of course that didn’t mean he wasn’t up to something as well. Victor relaxed as Jimmy’s tongue licked over his cock, dipping into the slit for a sneaky taste before the younger feral began to settle into a strong rhythm. Okay, this wasn’t exactly the usual procedure for an aggressive dominance match, but as Logan began to suckle harder Victor certainly wasn’t going to protest about it. His legs spread a little more automatically as the sensations continued to build inside him, deeper and deeper, burning so damned hard that it was proving difficult to stay still. Victor growled helplessly as Logan continued to suckle, then jumped as a stray hand suddenly crept between his legs to finger the entrance to his tormented body.
Panting, incredulous, he met his brother’s clearly amused eyes as Logan circled his finger around the sensitive area again. Victor swore inwardly, his calm slowly beginning to erode once again. He shifted positions but his brother wouldn’t let him move, taking control of the pleasure in such a manner that Victor suspected Logan had been getting tips.
“Jimmy…,” he growled softly in warning. Logan looked up again through his dark fringe, then smiled wolfishly and simply circled his tongue around the tip again lazily. Victor shuddered as the pleasure tickled through his nerves, enough to set everything ablaze but not enough for him to gain any friction. His brother was going to get himself slapped for this, he vowed it.
Just not yet.
Victor snarled softly as he forced himself still, feeling the unnerving sensation of Logan’s probing digit slowly dip into the hot, wet channel that his brother had so recently plundered. Attacked from both sides, Victor felt a strange sense of helplessness wash over him; short of punching Logan away, all he could do was allow the tide to take him. He growled again, unhappy but unwilling to push away the source of both his pleasure and torment. His control was non-existent, and that cut him to the quick.
Logan flickered another look up at him, then smiled; Victor bit back a gasp as the younger man began to step up his attack, his tongue and mouth working perfectly to produce a sensation that was milking every single pleasure point for what it was worth. His claws buried themselves into wood as he desperately tried to stay still, the pleasure rising and rising until it teetered on the edge.
There was a snarl, a purr and one last tongue lick that crashed him over the edge; Victor’s breath caught as he came hard and so damned long, his seed shooting down his brother’s throat and the internal muscles of his bottom clamping down on Logan’s finger. Logan waited for a second before pulling it out, sending another bolt of pleasure through him at the sensation. Fuck. Jimmy’d been getting good in his old age.
Panting, Victor slowly uncurled himself and pushed himself up unsteadily as Logan drew away. His hands had more than a few splinters buried in them, although the healing factor would soon push them out of his skin, and his body felt ransacked. He could still feel the dampness from Logan’s orgasm begin to trickle down his inner thigh in a trail of lazy slime, and that simply made things even more surreal. Victor looked down at himself. Most of his clothing had been torn from his body, with only a few scraps of shirt material left, and there were claw marks and puncture points marring his skin.
“Awww. Wasn’t that cute?” came the soft purr from the unwelcome visitor.
Victor turned to snarl at him but Logan got there first. Pushing himself up, the younger feral wandered past LeBeau and promptly clipped the boy around the head with a free hand.
“I’m grateful you came back, but if you’re not polite you can fuck off,” he warned in a low voice. Gambit gave him another sulky look, then turned his sly eyes back onto Victor. A small, pleased smile flickered around the edges of the boy’s mouth.
“Okay,” his eyes twinkled. “I’ll behave,”
“Yeah. Right,” Victor murmured, removing some of the scraps from his body and tossing them carelessly to one side. The boy was definitely up to something, and he was more than happy to beat it out of him as soon as Logan’s attention was elsewhere. LeBeau leaned back on the crate and began to swing his legs idly as though he was a schoolboy, turning his attention to Logan.
“I’ve reconsidered.” Gambit said softly, his words clearly only for Logan. “I’m in,”
Victor eyed the purposefully ‘cute’ pose and the honest, honourable expression on the youngster’s face, and chalked up another mark against the ‘up to something’ bet. No one could look that innocent. It was against nature.
“Why?” he asked bluntly when his brother didn’t. Gambit’s eyes flickered to him briefly with the disgust of someone who had just found a cockroach in their salad, then he shrugged.
“Wade was good to me at the island. He was one of the few people who treated me as a human rather than some experiment that happened to talk. If this is going to help him get better, then I’m in,” LeBeau’s eyes were steady enough that Victor suspected there was a grain of truth somewhere in the sentence, but knew full well that it wasn’t the full story. The thief might be sympathetic to Wade’s plight, but he wouldn’t put himself at risk just for a good turn. There was personal profit to be made here, and he would find out what it was.
In the meantime, Logan was right. LeBeau was a sneaky bastard, and sneaky bastards were excellent in working out the vulnerabilities of a base to get in. They needed Wade fixed, not just to blow up the place, and if that required working with a street rat then so be it.
Victor walked to his ‘bed’ and clicked his tongue. Mr Tiddles immediately appeared, nose a-twitch and bright, dark, beady eyes twinkling in the light as he sniffed at Victor’s outstretched hand. The rat jumped onto his arm and scuttled up his body to sit, parrot style, on his shoulders.
“Awww!” LeBeau spoke again, but this time the underlying sarcasm was absent. “I didn’t know you guys had pets,”
“Don’t encourage him.” Logan growled softly, although Victor could see the pleasure in the way his brother stood. Gambit slipped off the crate and padded a little closer, curiosity and fascination showing in his eyes.
“What’s his name?”
“Nothing,” Logan said hastily. Gambit looked at him in confusion, then back at the rat. Victor chuckled softly as Logan grabbed hold of his lover’s arm and tugged him away. Jimmy always had been so easy to wind up. Victor settled down in his pile of cardboard and watched the other two idly as LeBeau leaned up and pressed a kiss to Logan’s mouth. At some point Gambit was going to slip. And then, Victor smiled to himself as he began to stroke Mr Tiddles gently, he was his, to do with as he chose.
Clearly the future wasn’t going to be all bad.
TBC
The fight had gone well, as fights went. Their mouths had met almost immediately, pressed together with violent passion as both men jostled for dominance. Victor sucked on a bleeding lip that was already healing and grinned, before pulling his brother closer for another go. Jimmy had been as predictable as always, only knowing a few ways to react to his brother’s teasing, and it had been him who had struck the first, hard blow that stumbled him backwards. Victor grinned in pleasure. Jimmy was getting better and better, although Victor was slightly disturbed by how much Logan seemed to value his new little sidekick. On the other hand, that could easily be resolved once his brother had returned to the fold. The novelty would wear off eventually.
He grabbed hold of his brother’s shoulders and pulled him even closer, pressing himself hard against Logan and feeling the angry yet encouraging response as a reward. Oh yeah, Jimmy needed it badly. He could already feel how hard and hot Logan was against him, the younger feral’s mouth biting against his neck desperately. LeBeau might not be around but his influence was clearly involved, Logan’s frustration showing itself as the rough, burning need that seemed to power everything he did. Victor purred in satisfaction and ground his groin against his brother’s, smiling at the little helpless gasp that this produced.
It didn’t take too long before Logan demanded greater dominance in their positions, as Victor knew he would. Growling furiously, he bit Victor’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood as the claws from one hand emerged in all their shiny glory. Their presence was a shock, but it was clear enough what Logan was planning to do with them; his hand flicked, and Victor felt the tell-tale breath of fresh air against his thigh. Clearly Dominance had brought along its partner for the ride, Impatience, and that was certainly entertaining. Jimmy was taking his dominance role very seriously indeed.
Victor chuckled and flipped them, shoving his younger brother against the wall with enough force that the whole side wobbled. That was the problem with damp wooden buildings; no one ever designed them with hard sex in mind. He dipped his mouth to feast on the beauty that was Logan’s neck, nipping and sucking as one hand slid between their bodies to rub his brother’s iron hard erection and unfasten his belt.
“No,” Logan snarled, pressing forward harder and trapping Victor’s hand between them. “I say when this happens. Not you,”
Victor narrowed his eyes, but decided not to comment. Allowing Jimmy to take control was always going to rub his fur the wrong way, but it needed to be done. That didn’t automatically mean that he had to be a good boy, of course. His hand swiftly unfastened another button before making a speedy retreat, Victor smiling at him winningly.
“Yes, dear-,” he was silenced by another sudden blow to the face, snapping his head back and reopening the lip wound. Panting softly, he looked back at the stony face of his brother in surprise. Victor’s smile turned a little wolfish. Now that was more like it.
For a good ten minutes their passion turned to the physically violent rather than the embrace; Logan’s claws had retracted again, but this didn’t make his fists any the less solid as they fought, kicking, biting, slamming each other across the dusty space. Victor could feel each blow thud into him with increasing power, easily overpowering him as his own bones threatened to break against the strength of the metal. His brother also wasn’t giving him any chance to gather his breath, the blows raining down on him until he crashed clumsily to the floor and rolled to avoid a kick to the ribs.
The floor was apparently exactly where Logan wanted him; Victor scrambled to his feet but was slammed down on all fours as his brother prowled after him and hit him again to stop him coming back up. There was a ‘snik-snik’ sound and the remains of the material that had been clinging valiantly to his hips floated serenely to the floor. Victor hissed, and thanked the lord that he had already removed his coat before they started; completely naked going to the base was just going to be awkward, and he liked that damned coat.
“Getting bolder, eh, Jim-,” the rest of the words turned into a longer hiss as claws slashed across his buttocks. Victor could feel the damp blood as it began to trickle downwards, no doubt to leave an annoying stickiness. He scowled over his shoulder; the injury itself was minor, but the meaning behind it was stronger than he wanted. Logan looked at his anger in disinterest as he opened up his trousers and released himself. One hand ran over the hard length, smearing the pre-cum over the tip in such a way that it sparkled in the limited light. It was strange how he had forgotten quite how big his brother was. Victor glanced at his brother’s eyes, which were dark, hungry and with a stony quality that spoke of the deep rooted anger that seemed to drive every decision Logan made. There was no going back, not now. This was it.
Victor growled softly and tightened his grip on the floor to help his balance. His brother wouldn’t be his first, although Victor had no intention of ever admitting that to Jimmy. It had been over a century since he had submitted to another man, and that first attempt hadn’t left him with any joy to continue. He could still remember the strange, shameful piercing pain that stabbed through him and his own traitorous voice that cried out shakily in shock before he had bit his lip as hard as he could. Victor’s lip curled. He had been shot. He had been beaten and stabbed. He had been experimented on, and sliced up. And yet all of those hadn’t quite compared with the sensation of being used by another. How Wade seemed to thrive on it, he had no idea.
His claws dug into the floor as he gave a lazy, casual smirk at his brother. Victor couldn’t quite remove all the tension that had built within him, but he had fought enough of it to allow his body posture to have an element of carelessness just in case his brother was watching. He suspected he hadn’t needed to bother; Jimmy had a look of deep concentration on his face as he looked at him, and Victor had a suspicion the man wouldn’t be distracted even if a bomb was set off directly behind them.
Yeah, they could do this. There was nothing-
A movement caught his eye and caused all of his hard won carelessness to escape back into the wild. LeBeau. A sudden icy shock crept through his veins as their eyes met across such a wide space; Logan hadn’t yet seen him, the youngster having appeared behind him, but then he probably wouldn’t care even if he had. To him, the kid was part of his sexual routine anyway. To Victor, LeBeau’s presence was about as welcome as someone setting his testicles alight with a blowtorch.
It took him only a few seconds to register the strange fluttering sensation working its way through him, telling him to go, to run, to fight. He couldn’t do this, not with the boy watching and judging him. Victor pushed himself up, trying to break the hold Logan had over him, but his brother simply caught him and pinned him against the floor. Victor’s hard foot slam directly behind him nearly shook off his brother’s hold, but Logan hissed and fought back. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Victor hissed his outrage as he sliced open one of Logan’s arms as deep as he could, and then hissed louder as his brother buried his claws deep in the muscle of Victor’s back.
Escape was impossible.
Panting, his upper body in agony, Victor raised his head to look behind him again. Logan was clearly taking his struggles as part of the experience, not seeing it necessary to even comment. LeBeau hadn’t. Victor met the youngster’s gaze and snarled helplessly at the smug little grin that was aimed at him. Oh, the kid was going to die. Slowly. Painfully. And with half a million things shoved up his ass, some of which would explode or give an electric shock. What fun they would have then.
Victor struggled again but there was no give at all. Logan cursed softly.
“Give up, Victor,” he muttered softly, the words confirming that his brother just thought he was messing around. Victor briefly considered admitting to his weakness, but almost immediately threw that idea away. He would have to submit as it was. Admitting he needed to stop was just going to dent his pride more, even if he knew that his brother would allow him to escape without a word of complaint. That knowledge made the whole thing so much worse. It was a get out clause which Victor could only look at and never accept. It would have been so much easier to simply put his situation up to fate and leave it at that.
He could feel the Cajun’s grin burning a hole in his back. Victor gritted his teeth and gave one last desperate yank of his shoulder against the metal claws that had skewered it. Nothing.
“Stop fighting,” growled Logan irritably, sliding the claws from Victor’s body and pressing his own against him. Victor gasped softly as the metal withdrew, but still found he couldn’t move; his healing factor was doing the best it could, but it would take a while before his full strength returned. He could already feel his brother fumbling behind him, the heat of the other man’s erection shoved against the bare skin of his rear in a burning statement of what was going to follow.
Victor growled helplessly, one clawed hand digging tracks in the wooden floor as he struggled to control himself. He had expected it to be difficult, even with his brother, but hadn’t comprehended exactly how bad it would be. His body was tensing each moment that passed as his mind dwelled on what was happening, and this was fuelled by the knowledge that he was being watched and judged by the smug young bastard that Logan had taken under his wing.
“For fuck’s sake, get on with it!” he snarled, unable to bear it any further. He could feel Logan hesitate in surprise, before shifting behind him a little rougher. Victor lowered his head and growled softly, a consistent vibration that worked its way through his body and increased as he felt his brother finally begin to penetrate him. Not that Logan got very far. Victor’s muscles fought against the invasion, automatically resisting against the touch against his innermost areas. Victor forced himself not to recoil as the tip rested for a few moments before it pushed in harder, insistently, not taking no for an answer. Even after all this time, he could remember the burning sting that delved deep within him, and it hadn’t got any better since then.
Victor gritted his teeth even harder and gathered himself. If he was going through with this then he was going to do it properly, and doing it properly didn’t involve meekly lying on the floor waiting for something to happen. He snarled in fury and pushed back powerfully to meet Logan’s thrust, lowering his head slightly as he felt his muscles tear to admit him. The piercing, burning sensation stepped up a notch, as though someone had thrust a red hot poker up him, and Victor felt all of his instincts dissolve within him other than the simple need to get out.
Life, on the other hand, had much more for him to do. Logan waited for a few moments before impatiently moving, his mouth licking and nipping at Victor’s neck as his hands gripped his hips tightly. Victor snarled in response, but it was difficult to ignore his brother’s burning lust as it thrust into him; the scent, the movement, the little grunts and growls that firmly spoke of Logan’s pleasure, all of them mixed together and fermented into a toxin that began to seep into Victor’s consciousness. The initial stabbing pain had dulled to a low throb of outrage, his body still not forgiving such an act of vandalism, but the shame and horror was slowly lifting from his mind.
Logan slid his arm around Victor’s waist, pulling him closer and sinking even deeper into him. His teeth bit into Victor’s shoulder as his hips began to move, harder, faster, claiming him as his own rather than any need to soothe him. Victor was glad. If his brother had tried to treat him any differently, he would have killed him. Some things changed. Other things never had to, and it was those aspects he clung to when the control slowly slipped from his fingers.
Slowly, gradually, the pleasure began to creep into him. At first the distaste and the pain merely deadened, the strange rocking motion and the sensation of being filled to the ripping brim becoming almost normal. Then there were little bursts of pleasure, slow at first, but growing in number and intensity. Logan slid further out of him until the tip of his cock hovered around Victor’s stretched entrance before thrusting deep again, harder and further than he would have dared before, and the bursts of pleasure took on a whole new level. Victor’s claws ripped holes in the floor as his breathing grew ragged and painful. Logan was murmuring something in his ear, so low it was just one step above a purr, but he couldn’t listen to words. Words had no meaning, not anymore. All he could listen to was their bodies meeting each other, and the way Logan’s short nails dug hard into his hips as he guided their physical ‘conversation’.
Victor had no idea when his arousal reached its peak. It had got there by stealth, hidden by a mask of sweat and grunts and distractions until it had grown into an aching, burning tower of need which refused to shut up. Victor snarled again, a vicious, toothy burst of frustration and desire which only increased as he felt his younger brother begin to tremble behind him. Victor smiled to himself ruefully, and tried to squeeze the inner muscles that Wade always spoke about. A hissed curse told him that he had found them, but not as much as the way his brother thrust once more and then came violently, shuddering against him as though someone had attached an electric charge to him and shoved it up to full power.
For a moment, just for a moment, things seemed almost freakily normal. And then, just as Logan slipped out of him and slid his hand around Victor’s hip with the clear intention of helping him finish, the world decided to get more complicated once again. This time complication turned up with a Cajun accent and a very unwelcome word.
“Stop.”
Logan stopped immediately, turning his head to the sound incredulously. Victor scowled and rolled onto his side, watching the way his brother’s eyes widened then shone with a brightness that was almost sentimental.
Oh yeah, the kid was going to die.
“Couldn’t you find a nice puddle to drown yourself in?” he growled pointedly towards Gambit, trying to forget his discomfort. LeBeau looked at him and smiled; it was a slow, strangely sweet smile that should have been warm and welcoming and instead came across as a promise of tortures to come. Victor’s eyes narrowed, scanning the feline features of the boy warily. LeBeau’s eyes seemed strangely dark, a red glow showing from the center as he prowled forward. A predator’s stalk, even if it was a baby predator.
“Don’t touch him,” his voice spoke of his agitation as he spoke to Logan, the accent woven into each word. Victor’s teeth gritted together.
“And why not? You worried I’m going to explode?” His body ached. His erection needed to be touched. He could feel the strange sensation of Logan’s seed trickling from deep within him. And there was the damned boy trying to shove a spanner into the works, and his brother seemed happy enough to let him do it. Victor growled softly, and was faintly appeased as his brother glanced at him with an apologetic expression in his eyes.
“Sorry,” Logan crawled back and ran his hand over Victor’s weeping cock. LeBeau, however, was planning to be a major pest.
“Don’t, mon ami. You don’t owe him anything,” he urged. Logan frowned and looked up at him.
“I can’t just leave him like this!” his hand moved over Victor’s groin, giving a little comforting squeeze before starting work. LeBeau sighed, but finally shut up, wandering instead to a nearby crate and perching on it in such a dedicated manner for observation that Victor wouldn’t have been surprised to hear the word ‘nevermore’ mentioned. He looked at LeBeau thoughtfully again, before dismissing him; Logan’s hand was skilfully stroking him into completion, and he would be damned before he let the kid take his attention from that.
Victor purred softly, part in pleasure and part in secret relief. His brother was just as he remembered him, intense, strong yet willing to please; Victor had used that near desperation not to offend so many times in their youth when he was trying to persuade Jimmy to do things that the younger boy had baulked at. When they were teenagers, Jimmy had admitted he was still nervous that Victor, his own family, would vanish one day and just leave him if he didn’t comply. Victor had merely smiled, hugged him, and filed it away for possible use later on. He would never abandon his brother, but it didn’t hurt to have something to use in order to keep Jimmy from straying. The only thing it could never stop was Jimmy’s need to break the family himself.
He cracked an eye open as Logan’s hand stroked over his length, sliding over the thickness and caressing the fat, velvet tip with gentle fingertips before turning rougher in his handling. LeBeau was still watching them with a strange, calculating look, but that was something to worry about later. Victor groaned softly as Logan bent down to take him into his mouth instead, feeling the stab of pleasure hit him hard in the very core of him, both for the sensations and also the recognition of the sulky jealousy that flickered into LeBeau’s eyes. Well, well. Perhaps LeBeau wasn’t just there because he had nothing to do after all.
Of course that didn’t mean he wasn’t up to something as well. Victor relaxed as Jimmy’s tongue licked over his cock, dipping into the slit for a sneaky taste before the younger feral began to settle into a strong rhythm. Okay, this wasn’t exactly the usual procedure for an aggressive dominance match, but as Logan began to suckle harder Victor certainly wasn’t going to protest about it. His legs spread a little more automatically as the sensations continued to build inside him, deeper and deeper, burning so damned hard that it was proving difficult to stay still. Victor growled helplessly as Logan continued to suckle, then jumped as a stray hand suddenly crept between his legs to finger the entrance to his tormented body.
Panting, incredulous, he met his brother’s clearly amused eyes as Logan circled his finger around the sensitive area again. Victor swore inwardly, his calm slowly beginning to erode once again. He shifted positions but his brother wouldn’t let him move, taking control of the pleasure in such a manner that Victor suspected Logan had been getting tips.
“Jimmy…,” he growled softly in warning. Logan looked up again through his dark fringe, then smiled wolfishly and simply circled his tongue around the tip again lazily. Victor shuddered as the pleasure tickled through his nerves, enough to set everything ablaze but not enough for him to gain any friction. His brother was going to get himself slapped for this, he vowed it.
Just not yet.
Victor snarled softly as he forced himself still, feeling the unnerving sensation of Logan’s probing digit slowly dip into the hot, wet channel that his brother had so recently plundered. Attacked from both sides, Victor felt a strange sense of helplessness wash over him; short of punching Logan away, all he could do was allow the tide to take him. He growled again, unhappy but unwilling to push away the source of both his pleasure and torment. His control was non-existent, and that cut him to the quick.
Logan flickered another look up at him, then smiled; Victor bit back a gasp as the younger man began to step up his attack, his tongue and mouth working perfectly to produce a sensation that was milking every single pleasure point for what it was worth. His claws buried themselves into wood as he desperately tried to stay still, the pleasure rising and rising until it teetered on the edge.
There was a snarl, a purr and one last tongue lick that crashed him over the edge; Victor’s breath caught as he came hard and so damned long, his seed shooting down his brother’s throat and the internal muscles of his bottom clamping down on Logan’s finger. Logan waited for a second before pulling it out, sending another bolt of pleasure through him at the sensation. Fuck. Jimmy’d been getting good in his old age.
Panting, Victor slowly uncurled himself and pushed himself up unsteadily as Logan drew away. His hands had more than a few splinters buried in them, although the healing factor would soon push them out of his skin, and his body felt ransacked. He could still feel the dampness from Logan’s orgasm begin to trickle down his inner thigh in a trail of lazy slime, and that simply made things even more surreal. Victor looked down at himself. Most of his clothing had been torn from his body, with only a few scraps of shirt material left, and there were claw marks and puncture points marring his skin.
“Awww. Wasn’t that cute?” came the soft purr from the unwelcome visitor.
Victor turned to snarl at him but Logan got there first. Pushing himself up, the younger feral wandered past LeBeau and promptly clipped the boy around the head with a free hand.
“I’m grateful you came back, but if you’re not polite you can fuck off,” he warned in a low voice. Gambit gave him another sulky look, then turned his sly eyes back onto Victor. A small, pleased smile flickered around the edges of the boy’s mouth.
“Okay,” his eyes twinkled. “I’ll behave,”
“Yeah. Right,” Victor murmured, removing some of the scraps from his body and tossing them carelessly to one side. The boy was definitely up to something, and he was more than happy to beat it out of him as soon as Logan’s attention was elsewhere. LeBeau leaned back on the crate and began to swing his legs idly as though he was a schoolboy, turning his attention to Logan.
“I’ve reconsidered.” Gambit said softly, his words clearly only for Logan. “I’m in,”
Victor eyed the purposefully ‘cute’ pose and the honest, honourable expression on the youngster’s face, and chalked up another mark against the ‘up to something’ bet. No one could look that innocent. It was against nature.
“Why?” he asked bluntly when his brother didn’t. Gambit’s eyes flickered to him briefly with the disgust of someone who had just found a cockroach in their salad, then he shrugged.
“Wade was good to me at the island. He was one of the few people who treated me as a human rather than some experiment that happened to talk. If this is going to help him get better, then I’m in,” LeBeau’s eyes were steady enough that Victor suspected there was a grain of truth somewhere in the sentence, but knew full well that it wasn’t the full story. The thief might be sympathetic to Wade’s plight, but he wouldn’t put himself at risk just for a good turn. There was personal profit to be made here, and he would find out what it was.
In the meantime, Logan was right. LeBeau was a sneaky bastard, and sneaky bastards were excellent in working out the vulnerabilities of a base to get in. They needed Wade fixed, not just to blow up the place, and if that required working with a street rat then so be it.
Victor walked to his ‘bed’ and clicked his tongue. Mr Tiddles immediately appeared, nose a-twitch and bright, dark, beady eyes twinkling in the light as he sniffed at Victor’s outstretched hand. The rat jumped onto his arm and scuttled up his body to sit, parrot style, on his shoulders.
“Awww!” LeBeau spoke again, but this time the underlying sarcasm was absent. “I didn’t know you guys had pets,”
“Don’t encourage him.” Logan growled softly, although Victor could see the pleasure in the way his brother stood. Gambit slipped off the crate and padded a little closer, curiosity and fascination showing in his eyes.
“What’s his name?”
“Nothing,” Logan said hastily. Gambit looked at him in confusion, then back at the rat. Victor chuckled softly as Logan grabbed hold of his lover’s arm and tugged him away. Jimmy always had been so easy to wind up. Victor settled down in his pile of cardboard and watched the other two idly as LeBeau leaned up and pressed a kiss to Logan’s mouth. At some point Gambit was going to slip. And then, Victor smiled to himself as he began to stroke Mr Tiddles gently, he was his, to do with as he chose.
Clearly the future wasn’t going to be all bad.
TBC
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Date: 2009-06-15 06:04 pm (UTC)This chapter was beyond amazing. I love how skittish Remy is around Victor although I have to say I'm a little disappointed by Logan, I can't believe that he didn't just beat the shit out of Victor when he talked about raping Remy.
The sex though... Ngh... I love Remy being there and Victor not wanting to take it any more. And the mention of it not being his first time. So hot!
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Date: 2009-06-15 09:06 pm (UTC)Logan was pretty wet when it came to Victor's admission, I have to admit, although its most likely down to the fact that it's not wildly unexpected behaviour when it comes to Victor. Or at least that's my excuse, anyway! On the plus side, there was a bit of good old fashioned violence, and I'm sure the topic will come up again later on as another fine argument. Not that I like bickering or arguments at all *cough cough, innocent look*
So glad the sex scene came across well, though - what with all this plot setup, a bit of smut interaction was so desperately needed! I'm definitely looking forward to more Remy-Victor bickering though .. hee hee!
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Date: 2009-06-15 06:58 pm (UTC)you should do it more often, like everyday or somethingI love the characterization you have going on. The tension between Victor and Remy (which is going to get worse now, I suspect), Remy growing to care about Logan and Logan not sure about how he feels about Remy. Lovely!
Please update soon!
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Date: 2009-06-15 09:09 pm (UTC)Thanks very much indeed! I fear there might be a tangled web turning up when it comes to their romantic characters, and we haven't even had Wade turn up yet :D. Hopefully they don't kill each other though O.o
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Date: 2009-06-15 09:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-15 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-15 09:10 pm (UTC)WOW
Date: 2009-06-15 08:05 pm (UTC)Re: WOW
Date: 2009-06-15 09:17 pm (UTC)As for Remy - ah, you know him ;). Gotta be sneaking around in the dark, although sadly for him he's not the only one out there. Of course he wouldn't dream of profiting from the situation. At all.
.. mental note to self: must work on the innocent look a little more.
Thanks very much for reading! :D
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Date: 2009-06-15 08:33 pm (UTC)You've hit a perfect balance here - having Remy witness Victor's struggle with his weakness was wonderful retribution, but it didn't detract from the overall hotness of the Jimmy/Victor.
I love pouty Remy. I see shades of comic and movie Remy and it works well. For the record, the line about his father having a fit at the suggestion he could be an assasin was excellent ;)
Victor's pet rat = win.
Remy's little possessive kiss = double win.
As always, can't wait to see where this goes next.
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Date: 2009-06-15 09:26 pm (UTC)The rat - oh, the rat, I love the rat. It's so cute and fluffy and clearly the mastermind OF THE WORLD! (dum dum DUM!) I'm a sucker for a little fuzzy body, I really am
Next chapter's going to be a Wade one, so things might get even more interesting ;) - with any luck, the plot will continue to make sense! *fingers crossed* Thanks very much for reading
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Date: 2009-06-15 08:50 pm (UTC)What a great two parter! I love this story more and more. Great job, you got me quite hooked, which I admit was not easy. I have issues with Victor :P but you have made me like this a lot a lot :D
More soon I hope.
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Date: 2009-06-15 09:29 pm (UTC)Thanks very much, and I know what you mean with Victor - he's not really the most sympathetic of characters, being essentially a psychopath. Mind you, I have a nasty tendency to adore bad guys, which is my defence of writing about him far too much *shuffle*
Writing the next chapter now, which should prove interesting..! If Wade starts talking in bat-terms, it's your fault ;)
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Date: 2009-06-16 05:16 am (UTC)one, i love the villains too.
and two
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Date: 2009-06-16 07:15 am (UTC)Hey look, they have matching pants...
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Date: 2009-06-15 09:59 pm (UTC)So today was a totally crap day for me, but when I got home and found a new TWO PART chapter waiting here, I pretty much passed out from sheer delight.
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Date: 2009-06-16 07:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-16 05:56 am (UTC)Those school reports, damn them.
Mr. Tiddles! I love that coat too!
Some things changed. Other things never had to...
Thank you!
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Date: 2009-06-16 07:34 am (UTC)I dread to think what Wade's would be like! :D
Thanks very much!
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Date: 2009-06-16 01:08 pm (UTC)Side note - I love that Gambit's softened by the appearance of Mr. Tiddles. Brilliant.
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Date: 2009-06-18 08:32 am (UTC)I hope the rest of the story works out as well as the first bit, things always turn interesting when my mind is unrestricted!
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Date: 2009-06-18 07:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-19 08:43 pm (UTC)Logan is likely to lose his memory at some point, but it won't be for ages and will probably be the last chapter if I do it at all. However, I do have a lot of plans for the boys, so I'm not going to be doing the memory loss for some time to come :D
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Date: 2009-06-19 12:04 am (UTC)You made me absolutely adore Wade. I never really read any Deadpool comics (I need to now) and he didn't jump out at me in the movie, but you brought him to life. Can't wait for him to be back!
Mr. Tiddles made me laugh out loud... I love seeing Victor's soft spot, hehe!
Thank you for writing such a great story!
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Date: 2009-06-19 08:48 pm (UTC)With regards to Wade, I didn't really know the character either until the film, but I liked Ryan Reynolds so he was definitely a character to look up. I highly recommend googling "Deadpool" and "duct tape" together, I think that's probably one of the best examples of his character!
Ah, Mr Tiddles - I do like my furry creatures, and that rat fascinated me in the film. I was rewatching it the other day and noticed that Victor actually loses that rat mid-scene. It was rat one minute, gone the next. Sneaky things, rats! ;)
Thanks very much for reading, and hope you enjoy the next chapter!