FIC: Promises: Much Ado About Quarantine (12/?)

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Promises: Much Ado About Quarantine (12/?)
Author: Foofy (niceandfluffy)
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Graphic rough sex, brief spanking, violence, reference to medical procedures, AU, incest, imprisonment, vicious behaviour towards carrot cake.
Setting: Origins Wolverine movieverse
Pairing for this chapter: Victor/Wade, references to Victor/Logan, Logan/Remy

Summary: Wade has to find his own source of entertainment after being placed in a cage as part of his rehabilitation, and discovers that everyone has a topic that they really didn’t want to think about.

Author’s Note: Sorry for any mistakes, it’s been a long few days! Incidentally, I apologise to anyone who eats salted butter… *shuffle*

Previous chapters can be found HERE


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Wade was gasping for air when Remy stepped into the room. One shaking hand was hovering over his throat as he rasped out his breath, the young man kneeling on the ground as though his legs had decided to give way half way through. LeBeau closed the door behind him and stopped to watch; Wade had half turned his back to the door, and LeBeau could see the way his slim body vibrated with each grasp for oxygen, each breath laboured and difficult.

"Are you honestly expecting dat to work?" Remy asked curiously, after allowing Wade to continue for a full minute of performance.

"Oh, it's you." Wade glanced over his shoulder and dropped his hand away from his throat. He yawned carelessly, then rolled over to sit and shuffled backwards on his bottom in order to press his back against the metal bars of the cage he was currently imprisoned in. "Not really, but you can always hope. I assume you're not here to let me out, right?"

"Right," Remy agreed, and lifted his tray a little towards him. "Lunch is served. I have some ham sandwiches with far too much butter, an apple and what appears to be a piece of carrot cake with extra icing. I didn't make it, so don't blame me for any indigestion,"

"Gotya. No blame. You’re safe from food retaliations." Wade assured him, waiting until Remy had opened up the cage and slid the tray into it before moving. He prowled forward on hands and knees to investigate the sandwiches, lowering his head to sniff at one like a dog to a particularly urine soaked piece of grass before seizing one and crawling back to his favoured corner. Wade gave Gambit a bright smile, before he began to carefully dissect the meat from the bread.

Remy had retreated back to a nearby plastic chair which had been dubbed the visitor’s bench, sitting down on it and watching the other man in curiosity as Wade peered at his own greasy fingers. Wade had been in the cage for over a day now on the official reason to recover from his surgery, but everyone knew it actually related to the threat of sharp pointy death. The cage allowed them to assess his personality, or at least gave them a period of time in which to work out what the hell they were going to do with him, other than finishing the surgeries that still needed to be completed.

Oh yes, the surgeries. Gambit shuddered internally. The optic blasts had already gone the way of the dodo, which was just as well considering the amount of redecoration that the base required after Wade sneezed awkwardly. They had managed to detach one sword, although it had taken both Victor and Logan to hold him down whilst they did it; LeBeau had left the room as soon as the scalpel had started to slice through muscle, and he was so damned glad he had. He could hear Wade's rapidly rising voice from through the door as it was, and that was not something he ever wanted to repeat. He was definitely scheduled to be getting the coffee for the next one, far away from the stark torture of the operation.

"Ooooh, butter," Wade was still peering at his greasy fingers, opening and closing them experimentally and looking like he was performing a miniature version of the birdie song. "Nature's lubricant. Well, kinda. I don't think butter actually occurs naturally, does it? You have to poke milk in a special way.. make love to it, but not literally. Well, I assume not. That might be the way they make salted butter, stirring your cock in it. And you're really quiet over there."

"Am I?" Remy asked idly, although he knew the observation had been accurate. He had been trying to determine his own opinion on Wade’s state of mind, and although the tone of Wade’s voice and his body language each held a hint of insanity, Remy couldn’t be sure whether it had always been there or was a genuine result of the Project. Wade was a particularly difficult man to read; he didn’t seem to react in a normal manner to anything, and apparently this was a tough habit to break. He had also been a very dangerous man to begin with, and although LeBeau didn’t quite know all the details behind ‘Team X’ and their operations, he was willing to bet they didn’t just hand out leaflets. There was definitely an unhealthy fixation with the letter X as well, which never boded well.

Wade made the birdie beak again, making it attack one of his other fingers.

"Yeah.” he continued. “You look all intense as well. Now, don't get me wrong, I like intense. It's gripping. I am in a state of gripped-ness right now, in fact. See how my thigh muscles are flexing right about now?" A buttered finger waggled at Remy impatiently. "But I want to know why you're all quiet and intense."

Gambit shrugged carelessly, and watched as Wade swooped down on a lone piece of ham to devour it. "Nothing much,"

"Bullshit," Wade snorted without finishing his mouthful. "I've heard about you. You're always up to something,"

And that was interesting. LeBeau had assumed there was more to Victor and Wade than simple physical messiness, but it was always a good idea to poke for information when the source turned up to be poked. The likelihood that Logan had discussed him was probably up there with the chance that the moon was made of red cheese. Remy's eyebrow twitched upwards, his chin rising slightly.

"Heard about me?" he asked politely.

"Yeah," Wade leaned back and grinned widely. "I hear you've been getting all hot and bothered with Logan, for example. I mean, that takes guts. If you're lucky, those guts actually stay in your body as well, yeah? He's good with the whole 'snik-snik' thing." The young man raised his own hand and clenched his fist, looking at the last remaining blade as it slid gracefully from his body. "Me? I get a little whisper, if I'm lucky. It's just not as primal, y'know? How did he get a 'snik-snik' and I didn't?"

"Luck?" Gambit suggested. Wade snorted, retracting the blade again.

"Yeah, I guess so. I didn't really specify the snikiness. Ah well." he paused. "Where was I? Oh yeah, passion, hot, juicy and freshly squeezed. Funny. You don't look like the sort of people Logan normally goes after,"

"Yeah?" Remy tried not to sigh, already knowing where this was leading. Wade had developed a nasty habit to wind people up whilst he had been stuck in the cage, his amusement gained in trying to make someone else panic over absolutely nothing. The worst part of it was that Wade was surprisingly good at it, able to register other people’s behaviour despite his insane exterior. Of course, he used all this information for the power to annoy.

Gambit licked his lips and settled back in the chair. "And what do the people that Logan goes for look like?"

"Well, about your height and with your hair cut, but wearing a dress, having tits and not being so bulky in the trouser department." Wade waved his hand across his own chest and then downwards to illustrate the exact location of the trouser department. "I mean, it took us ages to get him to do anything with us. I mean it, honestly. Fucking ages, and that was when the only relationship he was having was with his right hand. Stubborn bastard,"

Women. Well, that was unsurprising. Logan was a traditional man at heart, despite the claws and the incest and the strange squirrel facial fur, and women were pretty damned traditional. What was interesting was the level of involvement that Wade appeared to have with Logan’s relationship with Victor.

LeBeau remained casual as he began to shuffle a pack of cards in his hands, but his eyes lifted slightly to watch Wade thoughtfully. The argument in the cell had suggested that the situation wasn’t exactly straight forward when it came to who was fucking who, but Remy had never wanted to pry and Logan had never offered the information freely. Ordinarily, past lovers were a private matter and he respected that, but it was slightly different when said past lovers had both threatened Remy’s right to breathe and both made up the remainder of their ‘mission’ team. And then, of course, there was the little matter of how past these lovers were.

"I thought you preferred Victor," he commented idly as the cards moved back and forth.

"Well, yeah, I do.” Wade shrugged. “He has fewer morals, which is always fun in the bedroom. Mind you, it means you get through a lot of beds when you’re with him. Vicious he is, and cats always need something to scratch,"

Wade finished the rest of the ham and began to create a sculpture with the bread before continuing to speak.

"But then, there's not a huge amount of difference between those brothers anyway, right?”

The cards danced from one hand to the other and then back again. "No?"

"Nah," Wade paused to study his squished bread creation with the narrowed eyes of an artist in the creative process. "He's a bit caught up in things at the moment, but everyone gets back to what they truly are eventually, right? Him and Victor are like peas in a pod. Well, kinda. It would have to be a seriously large pod and quite muscular peas, but vegetables are supposed to be good for you so we'll let that pass, right? I mean, what's a pea between friends? Just a puddle on the carpet.”

Gambit leaned back in the chair, still watching him without a flicker of emotion. He could see where this little attempt was heading, but he had to confess that Wade was doing it remarkably well. He had been used to players all his life, lying, cheating, tweaking the truth just slightly to further their own goals, and he felt reasonably confident in his own abilities in that area as well. Wade seemed to be using a particular technique that was already difficult to spot; first, Wade persuaded himself that the tale was true, and then he tried to convince the listener by using what could be considered his perfectly genuine reaction. And then, of course, you added to this the simple fact that Wade wasn’t playing with the full deck of cards to begin with.

Remy’s gaze moved onto the metal bars which currently kept Wade from the rest of the world. Shielded in whatever the metal was that made Wade tough, it was relatively large but still unashamedly something to keep a naughty person in a particular area. Neither of the ferals had been pleased to put Wade in it, but then again neither of them had fought too hard to keep him out; Logan had emerged from the surgery room with a cut so deep in his arm that Remy could see the flash of metallic bone deep within the already healing tissue, and Victor had been soaked in so much blood that it appeared he had just showered in red paint. The operations had only emphasised how damned dangerous Wade was when he put his mind to it, and that mind was firmly set on escape. It was only the massive needle full of green gunk that was injected into Wade’s body every six hours that kept him from teleporting out.

“Let me guess,” LeBeau drawled, leaning back in his chair and rocking on the back two legs idly as he continued to play with the cards. “I’m supposed to look at you open mouthed at the suggestion you slept with Logan, then I’m supposed to panic that Logan’s going to turn into a murderous rapist like Victor, right?”

Wade shrugged, and squinted at his bread structure carefully. “Something like that,”

“Has dat ever worked?”

“Occasionally,” Wade shrugged, his dark eyes looking up as he aimed a particularly sweet, innocent smile at him. “Normally depends on whether the situation had already occurred to the target. You know, those little suspicions that something isn’t quite right. And then it just builds, and builds, and builds until SPLAT!” His fist buried itself in the little bread bird, turning it into a pancake with a beak. “Everything just breaks.”

He lifted his fist and examined the debris. “Ah, shit! There goes my duckie,” he complained. “You see what I sacrifice to illustrate my points?”

“I do.” Gambit replied gravely, flicking the cards back and forth. “And I don’t have any suspicions.”

“Good for you!” Wade beamed at him. “I’d go and pat you on the shoulder, but I’m in a cage and you’re not, and you don’t really come more within two meters from the cage anyway ‘cause I might kill you. Not that I think I would, mind you. The game’s finished, right?”

“True, but I’m not willing to take the risk,” Remy advised.

“Fair point. I have still got quite an impressive sword on me, even if I do say so myself. So shiny. Good for kebabs and opening really tough envelopes. And it could easily slit your throat so well, and yeah, I know that’s not much consolidation, but isn’t it great when your death is so wonderfully performed? It makes you all tingling inside. Oooooh, I can feel a tingle-gasm already,” Wade shivered, and then bent his head to sniff at the cake.

“You can eat it, you know. It’s not a figment of your imagination,” Remy commented idly, watching the careful way Wade’s finger dipped into the icing and then immediately out again, as though expecting it to be red hot.

“Yeah, I know. It’s just nice to tease it.” Wade’s eyes flickered upwards. “So what sort of games did you guys play, or did you stick to the good old fashioned ‘grrrrr’ style? I mean, Logan’s so primal, isn’t he? All fur and teeth and strength and ‘me Tarzan’ speech. Whereas you…,” Wade’s finger lifted again for him to sensually lick the icing off his digit, his eyes never shifting from LeBeau’s.

Cards did another bounce from hand to hand. “Whereas I’m…,”

“..well,” Wade smiled. “You don’t look the rough sort.”

Remy chuckled softly. “Do I not? That’s a shame. And what do the rough sort normally get up to?”

“Oooh, well,” Wade licked some more icing. “Lots of things. Mostly involving bruises and a few cuts and some interesting architecture with rope. Can’t really see you guys doing that.”

LeBeau smirked to himself and continued to play with his cards, refusing to comment on Wade’s opinion. There was a little interested noise as the smirk was noted, and Wade crawled over to the closest bars to Remy where he proceeded to sit like a meerkat, waiting for more information to be thrown at him. There was a sulky little noise after several minutes of nothing but the sound of Remy’s cards travelling back and forth.

“Hey, you’re thinking porny things. C’mon, you can’t keep it in your head, that’s just plain rude.”

“And what happens if I want a little privacy?” Remy purred. “And you realise you can stand up perfectly well in that cage, it’s a good seven foot.”

“Yeah, I know. I just want to pretend to be a zoo animal at the moment. Rawwwwh!” Wade swiped a ‘claw’ at the bars, then grinned. “So, c’mon then. Spill it. Well, not literally otherwise that gets sticky bits on the floor and Victor gets grouchy, but you know what I mean. I know Logan liked it hard, fast and with his teeth buried in your flesh so he could taste the blood. If you were screaming at the time, so much the better. He loved that sort of thing. Couldn’t get enough of it, in fact. Did he do that to you?”

Remy rolled his eyes. “You’re back to the whole ‘rape’ thing, aren’t you?” he replied dryly.

“I dunno. If it was all wind up, then how d’you explain why Logan and Victor like to snuggle so much? You really think Victor does it nice and gentle?” Wade cocked his head to one side. “Something’s gotta be attracting them to each other, unless you take the standard explanation that –“

“-they’re brothers,” the two men chorused. Remy grinned ruefully. Well, at least he wasn’t the only person who had to suffer that as an answer.

“You might have a point,” he allowed.

“I know I have a point. It’s buried in my arm. See?” Wade extracted the sword again. “All nice and shiny.”

“A point in what you’ve just said,” LeBeau expanded his original comment patiently. Wade beamed, and retracted the sword once more.

“Oh, true. I’m good with points. I keep attracting them. Any more and I’ll be a porcupine soon,” Wade paused and frowned. “Sorry, I keep getting distracted.”

“Perhaps Logan’s with me because I can give him things that Victor can’t?” Gambit shrugged idly. “And if he was planning to rape me, I’m sure it would have been booked into the diary a while ago. I remain perfectly unharmed, thanks.. although, granted, you did try to alter that.”

“Yeah. I’m so fucked off I didn’t catch you.” Wade sulked.

“I’m not.”

“But I wouldn’t have done anything dodgy sexually to you. It was just ‘mind that sword, what sword, splat’.” Wade whined.

“Good to know,” Remy replied solemnly. “Still something I’d prefer to avoid though. No offence to your killing method.”

A little salute of acknowledgement greeted that, Wade stretching and rolling over onto his back like a puppy who was after his belly rubbed. Remy smiled slightly, and continued to play with his cards.

“I’m boooooooooored!” Wade complained after a few moments. “I can’t do anything in here, and you guys won’t let me out! You won’t play any cards with me because of that whole 2 meter rule, and no one will tell me what’s going on, and Victor keeps turning up with that expression on his face that I know means he has a whole private plot going on, and I have babysitters!. C’mon, I’m too old for babysitters!”

“I could find you a book?” LeBeau suggested. Wade snorted dismissively.

“I’m not that bored. Logan found me something to read yesterday. Shakespeare, it was. I mean, who likes that sort of thing? Sure, it has poison and violence and lying and stabbing with daggers and the occasional ghost, but everything’s really, really complicated! What’s wrong with ‘and then I stabbed him’, eh? I read that ‘Taming of the Shrew’ thing yesterday because of Victor’s new pet, and d’you know what? I didn’t see one rodent training method in it at all! Not a whisker! And then there were all these fairies in a weird Midsummer Night’s Dream with a bloke called Bottom. Who dances with fairies and calls themselves Bottom? Isn’t that just asking for trouble?!” Wade waved a hand expressively, his expression fixed in a sulky righteous manner. Gambit watched him in bemusement for a moment, then chuckled again.

“Hmmmm. Okay.”

“D’you think they’ll have some sex books in this place? I could do with one of those.” Wade perked up. “Some ideas I haven’t come across, in a manner of speaking. Cause I can’t come across the book itself, that just makes the pages stick together.”

Remy shook his head. “I haven’t seen any sex books at all. Anyway, it’s better to experiment, don’t you find?”

“What, experiment in a cage on my own?” Wade sulked further. LeBeau chuckled.

“It’s amazing what you can learn from. Your body. Your movements. Your lunch. Your environment. You could get hints from everything from the smooth coolness of the floor to dat useful nobbliness of the cucumber.” His eyes gleamed in amusement. “Try it and see,”

“You’ve used cucumbers in sex?!” Wade looked surprised. Remy shrugged.

“I’ve done a lot of things.” He said casually, knowing he shouldn’t be fuelling Wade’s desire for mischief but feeling the attack of boredom himself. “You tried ginger, for example?”

“Ginger? What, as in ‘you can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man?’” Wade’s eyes held his fascination. “No. What do I do with it? Do I have to get chocolate drops for the buttons? I like chocolate drops.”

“Well, you can, but you don’t need it for the ginger,” Remy studied him for a moment, then allowed his slow, predatory smile to emerge. He leaned forward. “I guess dis might be a good one for you and loverboy to try. Get a ginger root and peel it into a nice, easily insertable shape. Then, when you’re doing your bondage, put it up the backside of the bound one and let it take effect. Make sure the ropes hold, though.”

Wade nodded slowly. “Okay. Doesn’t sound too fierce though,” he said doubtfully. “We’re used to things with teeth.”

Remy fought to stop his grin from getting even wider. “Oh, well. You could always try it and then do something else if it’s not good enough for you..,” he said softly. Wade mulled that over, then nodded.

“Sounds a plan. Thanks! I always wanted to do things in a kitchen with Victor. Lots of sex, and you’re close enough to the food for a quick mid-nookie snack.” Wade thought about it, and beamed a little more. He shifted positions to lie on his stomach, putting his chin on his arms as he looked up at Remy again. “Go on. Give me some more tips on how you do ‘fancy sex’.”

The cards paused, as though trying to work this one out. “Fancy sex? What’s fancy sex?”

“I just asked you that. Victor says you do fancy sex. I think the word la-de-da came up as well.. wait, is that one word or three? Anyway, I want to know. Cause it’s educational, right?” Wade smiled at him winningly. Remy frowned, then snorted. Yeah, in comparison to the brutal mating that Victor and Logan got up to, fancy sex probably did cover it.

“Is fancy sex just being able to use a bar of soap?” he said dryly.

“What, during sex? Doesn’t that sting?”

“No, not…,” Remy sighed, then rolled his eyes and gave up. He knew he shouldn’t have encouraged the sex conversation, it was just destined for trouble. “Look, finish your cake.”

Wade picked up the cake and began to pick pieces off, throwing them at Remy in a sugar-coated hailstorm which was mostly inaccurate.

“C’mon! I need stimulation! Tell me a technique I don’t know!” the cake pieces continued to shower him. Remy snarled and kept his arm above his face to stop the stickiness from hitting him.

“I don’t know what you already do!” he complained. “So fuck off and stop throwing that cake!”

“You want to know what we do?”

“Well, not really-,” Remy suddenly recognised his mistake.

“Too late! Oooh, goodie, story time.” Wade settled down and sucked the icing from a finger, ignoring LeBeau’s weary sigh. “Are you sitting comfortably? Then we’ll begin. Well, Vicky and I tend to go for the unplanned sex most of the time. You know, when you get grabbed round the waist and stripped naked quicker than you can sneeze, shoved against a wall and fucked until your eyes start showing those little disco dots. We’ve had to slow down a bit for a bit, even since Victor accidentally flung me a little too hard into a wall and I got concussion, but that’s not a problem anymore because I have a healing factor,” Wade sang in obvious delight. “and suddenly I can take anything he throws at me. Well, apart from nukes. And really heavy things. And-,”

“-I got the idea. You can take anything sexually.” Remy replied, half intrigued and half appalled. Why hadn’t he just stuck to conversations on the weather? “What happened to details? Planning?”

“Oh, you mean shackles?” Wade asked brightly. “Or rope?”

“..slightly.” Remy allowed. He might have guessed bondage would turn up. “I’m surprised you survived, given Victor’s claws.”

“He had to use a belt or a stick instead, half the time,” Wade replied helpfully. “Victor’s claws slice through anything really quickly, so we decided to go for something he had to think about rather than the instantaneous reaction he has with Logan. Well, the instantaneous reaction they both have, I should say. It’s nice to just play without worrying, isn’t it? Logan gets himself into a knot when it comes to bondage… uh, mentally speaking, although the other type turns up too. He never admits he likes that sort of thing, but you know how he can’t lie to save his life, and his body makes a huge statement. Massive. In danger of poking your eye out half the time.”

Remy eyed him carefully. “Hmmm,” he said idly, although Wade did have a point. Logan was terrible at lying, mostly because he never really needed to do it. Wade glanced at him in interest.

“So you two haven’t got around to it yet? Logan’s good at tying knots and he’s quite careful when-,”

Remy held up a hand. “Whoa, what makes you think that I’d be the one on the bottom, exactly?”

The bewildered look couldn’t have been anything but genuine. Wade’s brow furrowed as he looked up and down Gambit’s body uncertainly.

“Because you’re .. well..,” he waved a hand. Remy sighed.

“Weaker than him?”

“Exactly. I mean, you can’t top him-,”

“- says who?!” Remy snorted. “Sure, I might not have spiky things coming out of my flesh, but I can get any man begging on his knees if I wanted it. It’s just a matter of knowing which buttons to press. You’ve never taken Victor?”

Wade blinked. “Well-,”

“Think about it. You’re in a cage because you’re too dangerous, and Victor’s walking free because he’s not,” Remy studied Wade carefully, keeping the smile internal. “You’re now tougher than he is, right? So you should be sharing the task…if you want to, of course. Some people prefer only doing one or the other,”

A little shrug aimed at that, although Wade’s eyes had taken on an interested shine to them. “Yeah, but Victor only likes to top-,”

“He was bottoming with Logan a few days ago.” Remy replied idly, watching in interest as Wade’s eyes narrowed at that information. “So apparently he can. And furthermore-,”

Remy stopped dead as the door opened, instead flicking cards from one hand to the other as he watched a thoughtful Wade. Wade’s dark eyes moved carefully to view the door, settling back on the floor as he did so.

“Hi, Logan,” he said casually. “Come to check up on us?”

“Should I be?” Logan grunted, pausing near the doorway to view both of them before carrying a large bowl of soapy water toward the door to the cage. “You know the routine, Wade. Press your spine to the back of the cage until I’ve got out the cage. And what the fuck have I just stepped in?”

“Carrot cake,” Remy supplied.

“Great,” Logan paused to scrape the worst off his boot before plonking the hot water down and unlocking the cage. The water was carefully pushed into the cage, followed by a couple of towels which had been draped over the feral’s shoulder as though he was a particularly fuzzy Roman. Logan gave Wade a little nod of acknowledgement, and then withdrew from the cage, shutting the door and locking it once again.

“Can I have a little rubber duckie?” Wade called.

“No.”

“Grumpy bastard,” Wade sulked, before prowling over and dipping his hands in the water. “And a sponge bath isn’t the same if I have to do it myself.”

“Then don’t take a bath.” Logan shrugged, unconcerned. He looked down at the floor, then gave Remy a weary look and padded across to the chair. “Go on. Go out and get a drink. I’ll take over for the next hour or so, until Victor gets back,”

“Gets back? Where’s he gone?” Wade looked up.

“Doesn’t matter. Get washing. You’ve got butter smeared over your shoulder.” Logan waited until Remy had grudgingly lifted himself from the chair before plonking himself down and finding something at hip height to put his feet on. “See you later, Remy. Don’t get yourself into trouble,”

“Remember to get me some sex books!” Wade called.

LeBeau rolled his eyes, then glanced at Logan who had dominated the chair in his usual fashion. Yeah, there might be something in Wade’s ‘primal’ description, a raw animalistic manner threaded throughout Logan’s movement and speech and tones. As much as he stated? Probably not. But then, it was always worthwhile to keep an eye on it.

He leaned down to Logan to give him a quick peck on the cheek, then wandered toward the door. A drink sounded a good idea, as well as washing off the various bits of cake that had managed to strike him.

He only hoped that Wade didn’t do too much damage in the meantime.


*



Everything seemed to go fine for half an hour. Wade splashed around with the water, as happy as a small child with a plateful of mud, and Logan was able to doze in his chair. And then, of course, Wade had to spoil it by opening his mouth.

“So,” he commented, almost as though he was talking to the plastic bowl. “how are you getting on with your new boyfriend?”

Logan cracked open an eye. “None of your business,”

“Isn’t it? Awww, that’s not fair,” Wade splashed the water with a fist. “It’s a bit mean of you, isn’t it? We used to be so close. Me and you, not me and Remy before you give me that expression,”

“Did we,” Logan settled down again and tried to get back to sleep, but Wade was in the mood to shove a spanner in those works.

“Yeah. What with the sex and all. I know we didn’t really get extra sweaty together, but it’s the group thought that counts, isn’t it? And the group thought was pornographic and sticky.” Wade grinned. “Although I hear you’ve got a little softer in your old age,”

Logan cracked open his eye again. “Have you,”

“Yeah. Me and Remy had a little chat, y’know.” Wade happily splashed some more, making a shark’s fin with his finger and cutting through the water in search of lunch. “He says you’re a lot gentler than he thought you’d be,”

Logan’s other eye decided it wanted to get into the action too. “Did he,”

“Mmmmmmmm. He thought you’d be more primal,” Wade splashed a little more, then picked up the towel and began drying so furiously that he was in danger of electrocuting himself through static shock. “A bit more grrr. Doesn’t matter, though. He says he quite likes the softer version of sex once in a while.”

A large amount of pointed silence was aimed in Wade’s direction.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Logan. I mean, he must have known you were going to be gentle. You guys met over a game of cards, right? It wasn’t as though you got into a fight with him or anything,”

Further amounts of silence were created, mostly with a grrr flavour. Wade looked genuinely surprised at him.

“Does that mean there was a fight? Oh. Well, I’m sure it’s nothing. I mean, he probably likes rough sex as a fantasy, right? Everyone’s got some fantasy that works best in the imagination and is a bit of a let down if you try to do it in reality. Things snap, lube fails, people shove you into cages… hey, the list is endless!” Wade shrugged. “Can I have an ice-cream? I really fancy an ice-cream. With sprinkles.”

The request for ice-cream couldn’t cut through the solidness of the silence. Wade looked up with a child-like bewildered look, and then cocked his head to one side like an inquisitive robin faced with a green worm.

“Oooh, you still have that mad face on. Look, just pretend I didn’t say anything, okay? He’d have told you if he wanted to get those scratches he was talking about. You’re a caring, responsible, gentle, slow lover. That’s great! People would go for miles around for someone like that,” Wade smiled at him. “I’d pat you comradely on the shoulder, but I’m in a big cage and you have an expression that looks really annoyed, so I’m just going to mime it over here.”

The patting mime was duly performed. Logan’s eyes narrowed further. He didn’t think that Remy would start randomly talking about their sex life to Wade, but then the cage room did strange things to people. There wasn’t much else to do but talk, mostly because Wade was too unpredictable to allow close contact games such as cards or chess. And then they had first met with a great deal of violence involved. He remembered the way he had roughly thrust LeBeau against the wall, and the way the slim feline eyes had narrowed in what Logan assumed had been anger, the youngster’s breath hard and fast after their battle. The threat of violence had been given for the whole night, and that hadn’t spoilt Gambit’s sexual appetite. In fact, Gambit’s desire seemed to increase whenever something more violence turned up, such as Victor camped out in the room…

Logan shook himself mentally. No. LeBeau might be a lying bastard most of the time, but he would not sully himself by pretending he wanted something during sex when he didn’t. The kid wasn’t embarrassed and he wasn’t inexperienced. There was no reason to act.

On the other hand, he was only just learning about Logan. Perhaps the kid was waiting to see how the land lay before asking…

“You like the rougher stuff, don’t you?” Logan asked gruffly. Wade eyed him, then shrugged and nodded.

“Sure do. Pleasure and pain work together so wonderfully.” Wade sighed happily. “It makes your whatsits wiggle. No joke, it really does.”

There was no way he was going to ask where his whatsits were located, let alone why they were wiggling. Logan shoved the whole description out of his head and focused on what he wanted to glean out of the verbal whirlwind that was Wade. Most of the conversation tended to be only fit for the mental rubbish bin, but there was always the occasional gem hidden away. Statistically, something had to be useful eventually.

“And you’ve done that with all your partners?”

Wade shrugged. “Yeah. Most of them. Everyone’s got a pervert in them somewhere. Sometimes you have to tease it out with bait, preferably the wiggly type, but it comes out eventually. It was easy with Victor, he kinda does bondage as standard.”

Wade lounged back against the floor and began to hum. “I was talking it over with Remy, y’know. Good bloke. Does worrying things with vegetables, but as long as you view salad with natural suspicion you’ll be fine. We had a minor disagreement over paddles and whips on what works the best. He said paddles, I said whips. Can’t really fit that with the ‘Let’s call the whole thing off’ song, which is a shame. There really has to be a bondage song out there, don’t you think?”

“Ain’t really thought about it,” Logan grunted.

“Oh, you should. It’s great to think about it when you’re on the toilet, which incidentally I’m gonna need soon, so you’ll have to turn your slightly hairy back and give me a little privacy.” Wade kicked his feet a little, then hummed again. Logan eyed him, trying to connect the image of Gambit plus paddle. When did sex get so complicated anyway? Did it really need a manual?

“Does the whip hurt more?” he guessed. Wade had a thing for hard core anything.

“Yes and no. More intense,” Wade waved his hands around in what was most likely a descriptive way, but which did nothing to ease Logan’s growing discomfort. “The impact’s along that one line rather than spread out, but it sticks around as a marker. Paddles go for the ouch but fade afterwards. Just makes you look like you’ve sunbathed nude. Have you guys decided when I can come out the cage yet?”

“No.” Logan replied distantly. “Keep talking,”

Wade’s foot stopped dead. An incredulous look aimed itself at him. “You what?”

“Keep talking,” Logan winced. “And don’t make me say it again, it’s against nature,”

Wade rolled over onto his belly again and looked at him in delight. “Awww, I always knew you were my favourite brother! Victor’s never asked me to keep talking. I’m so deprived.” He sniffed dramatically, then raised a finger. “And don’t say ‘depraved’. I’ve heard that one far too much, and it’s getting old,”

Logan offered that a little growl deep in his throat to remind Wade what he was supposed to be doing. It was bad enough that he had to ask, let alone getting ‘Waded’ at the same time. Wade snapped his fingers as though some massive thought had suddenly decided to nestle in his brain.

“So, I assume all this ‘keep talking’ is because you want to know what to do with your little boyfriend so he doesn’t get bored and leave, right? I’m right, aren’t I? I’ll take that scowl as a yes. So here’s my suggestion - next time you two snuggle, just give him a tap or two on the bum, eh? Show him who’s boss.” Wade grinned. “And then you can build up from there. He’ll complain, but he’ll love it really.”

Logan’s scowl didn’t improve. “And how does this fit in with him wanting to go on top, exactly?”

“He does?” Wade blinked as he looked at Logan. “Will he be taking a stepladder to get up there?” He chuckled and shook his head. “Well, isn’t that cute! You’re not gonna let him so..,”

Logan raised an eyebrow and watched the realisation slowly dawn on Wade’s face. The younger man crawled to the bars and looked at him a little closer.

“… you are gonna let him. Wow, that kid really can get everywhere! That’s ..well, that’s kinda freaky, really. How did he get the anal pass and I didn’t?” Wade sulked slightly. Logan rolled his eyes and grunted his answer without bothering to get vocabulary involved. Wade sat up and folded his arms, raising his chin defiantly.

“Well, if you’re not going to answer me then I’ll just keep all my bondage knowledge to myself! I have a little room in my head where I store it all. It has rubber cushions and a little chain on the door, and the bed-,”

“You’re Victor’s boyfriend, he’s mine. There’s a difference,” Logan growled reluctantly, needing to stop the flood of disturbing images. Wade blinked, and leaned forward as though this might in some way make a difference to how well he heard things.

“Boyfriends?” Wade looked a little wide-eyed. “Do either of you do boyfriends? Well, I mean, not do, as I’ve got a sore ass to say that yes, you guys do, but the whole romantic bit of it.”

Logan growled softly. Romance wasn’t that hard, why the hell did everyone assume he couldn’t do it? Didn’t they know about the box of chocolates and a bunch of flowers?

“Yeah, we do. What, you think Victor’s hanging around because he loves your aftershave?” he asked irritably. Wade’s bottom lip all but wibbled, his eyes huge. Logan eyed him suspiciously, then groaned.

“Okay, if this is news to you, do not tell him I told you.” He put his feet up again and closed his eyes as though this might in some way stop Wade from talking. The conversation was bad enough without venturing into violin territory.

“Where’s he gone again?” Wade chirped from the cage.

“Out.” Logan grunted.

“When will he be back?”

“Later.”

“What’s the capital of Australia?”

“Do I give a shit?” Logan picked up the book he had previously left in the room and hurled it at the cage to get him to shut up. The paperback bounced off the bars and flopped on the floor in a pathetic pile of literacy. Wade waited for a few seconds before making his next move; Logan’s eyes slowly opened as the strange, musical ‘ding-ding-ding’ sounded in the room, and looked in bewilderment at the cage where Wade was busy bouncing his last remaining sword between two bars.

“Stop it,” he snarled.

“I want answers!” Wade called, unrepentant.

“And I want a peaceful day, so we’re both fucked, aren’t we?” Logan looked for more things to throw, but ammunition was thin on the ground. He snarled and glared at Wade, who stared back at him defiantly.

“C’mon, talk to me! You can’t just throw me a boner and leave it at that!”

“Watch me,” Logan snarled. “And if you don’t belt up, you’ll be left in here on your own until Victor comes back.”

“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?”

Logan aimed a one finger salute in his general direction. Wade scowled and slumped on the floor in a little ball of sulky grumble.

“Spoilsport,”

“Don’t care.”

“Bastard.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Logan closed his eyes again and tried to ignore the other man, but Wade wasn’t in the mood to be invisible. The sword began to bang against the metal bars again in a persistent jingle that threatened to carry on for many hours. Logan gritted his teeth. Perhaps the surgery could be moved forward for Wade’s own safety; if it wasn’t, he was liable to be shredded like a duck and put in a pancake.

“I’ll tell Remy you were mean to me,”

“He’d understand,” Logan gave a slow, Victor-like smile. “After all, you like pain, right?”

There was a low mutter that consisted entirely of curses. Logan chuckled to himself and readjusted his position on the chair as though it was the comfiest thing on the planet rather than the dubiously shaped plastic thing that seemed to be having an argument with his ass.

“And I won’t tell you how to make him happy,” Wade added, as an afterthought.

“Sounds good.”

“And I shall dance a jig outside your window-,” Wade stopped as Logan raised himself up from the chair and prowled closer, dropping to a crouch by the cage bars. He gave him a friendly smile which merely made Wade’s eyes narrow a little more in suspicion.

“Let me put this into perspective for you, kid.” he said softly. “You might be the one who can give hints and tips about what some pain-lover wants in the bedroom, but when it boils down to it, I’m the one getting laid tonight. And you..,” he slowly bounced his finger between the metal bars. “..you’re gonna be stuck in a cage. Such a shame, eh?”

He reached through the bars and ruffled Wade’s hair before withdrawing. Logan stood up and looked back at him.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

Logan chuckled as he made his way out the door. Sometimes Wade was just a little too easy.


*



The day had been good for Victor. Granted, Wade was still in a cage and they weren’t entirely sure of his mental state, but he was gradually reverting back to the man Victor had known during Team X. The remaining surgeries were scheduled for the next day, and after that point they might be able to let him out the cage for a walk. Victor had received the file which outlined the location of the additional base, an old gold mine in California, and had more than enough information to tackle both the tags and Wade’s teleportation.

All in all, the world was slowly beginning to come back under control. That was, of course, until he stepped into the cage room and suddenly found a hitch in his carefully groomed plans.

“Okay. Why are you naked?” he asked bluntly, pushing the door shut behind him and prowling closer to the cage. The babysitting chair, as Wade liked to call it, was empty, and there appeared to be little pieces of creamy substance spotted over the floor. He sniffed it. Cake. It was probably best not to even think about the reasons why.

Wade rolled over onto his back and peered at him, before his hand strayed back to his erection. His eyes fluttered closed again, a purr sounding in his throat as he continued to stroke himself in a slow, deliberate way that Victor knew was purely for show rather than stimulation. That didn’t make it any easier to look at.

Victor growled and stepped forward again. “Okay, start talking,”

Wade chuckled. “Wow! More people want me to talk? Today’s really proving to be special,” he paused for a low groan as his hand slid over the heat of his cock, pulling it gently before going back to his long, slow strokes. Victor growled again, a little deeper and more pointed than the average rapier.

“Wade,” he warned.

“Oh, come on! What, I need to write it on a wall? I really hope not, cause I haven’t got any paint and I threw all the cake away.” Wade sulked slightly, then rolled his eyes. “I need you to fuck me. Now, preferably. So if you could just slip out of those dark and moody clothes and trot your golden ass over here, we can get on with it.”

“I’m touched.” Victor replied dryly, not moving.

“Not yet, but we’re planning to sort that out. Vicky, stop being awkward. You want it, I want it, the bloke who’s watching the video camera up there wants it, although he wants it with a zoom lens. Let’s get it on and make everyone happy, okay?” Wade pushed himself up onto hands and knees and spread his legs as far as he could as he looked over his shoulder hungrily. Victor tried to ignore the way the position opened Wade’s body to full inspection, the little pucker teasing him much more than Wade’s voice, but it was proving damned hard.

“You’re supposed to be in quarantine today,” he pointed out, walking over to the chair that Logan continually grouched about and slumped in it. Yeah, he could see his brother’s point; with an erection, even the most padded and carefully designed chair could be a living nightmare.

“Sure, I’m supposed to be in quarantine today.” Wade prowled around on his hands and knees, arching his back and showing off his muscles like a pedigree dog in a show. “But then we were supposed to be following orders, and you weren’t supposed to fuck your brother, and we were supposed to-,”

“Okay, okay, stop,” Victor held up his hand. If Wade went through all the things that Victor hadn’t bothered to do, they would be there for centuries.

“So that means you’ll come over here?” Wade asked hopefully. Victor sank a little deeper in the chair and studied him thoughtfully. The main reason why Wade was locked up was purely safety, to stop him from hunting down and killing people they would prefer him not to kill, and to make it easier to inject the anti-teleportation goop without having to chase the man around the whole base. Attack on Victor himself was pretty low, and although it was possible that Wade could cut his head off, he had a suspicion the man wouldn’t bother. Decapitation seriously ruined the moment, unless you happened to be a female praying mantis.

His gaze travelled downwards hungrily. Wade’s hair was still short, but was long enough to give a careless look to him, and his eyes were still the eager little psychopathic puppy dog that he remembered. The kid almost dripped eroticism when he put his mind to it, but still retained the slight innocence that turned each fuck into a memorable event. And then, of course, was his body; slim, tanned and muscular, Wade moved with the slinky precision of a dancer. Victor could remember so clearly how tight he was, how willing to take everything he possibly could and demand more even as he was fucked into the floor.

The chair was getting more and more uncomfortable. His groin throbbed with each thought, and Wade was not helping; he was still on hands and knees, prowling back and forth behind the bars like an erotically charged tiger. Every so often Victor could see a flash of the other man’s balls, and the way that Wade’s fully engorged cock bobbed against the flatness of his stomach. His ass just begged to be either fucked, bitten or smacked, and Victor was in the mood to do all three.

He growled softly and shifted again. Technically, he shouldn’t be even thinking of touching Wade, but then there had been so many things he shouldn’t have done. So many pleasurable things. And then, if Wade escaped, what damage would there be? Possibly the pup of Logan’s being kebabed, and what was the problem with that?

“Officially we’re not doing this,” he warned, standing up and padding to the door of the cage. He slipped off his long black coat and let it pool on the floor as he studied Wade hungrily. The younger man still hadn’t shifted from his crouched position, dark eyes looking up at him, and god, that was how he wanted it. The cage door clunked as it opened, Victor stepping through and shutting it firmly behind him. He had exactly two seconds before Wade pounced, knocking him onto his back and almost getting claws into his ribcage before Victor realised that the other man was scattering small kisses all over his neck and chest rather than shoving his sword in Victor’s squishy bits. Apparently Wade hadn’t been joking when he said he was in the mood for sex.

“Get your clothes off,” Wade panted, his eyes sparkling and his hard cock pressed against Victor’s stomach.

“And what gives you the right to think you’re giving the orders here?” Victor snorted, his hands already finding Wade’s ass and pushing his hips downwards, grinding him against his own cock. Wade snorted.

“Half a dozen fucking experiments that hurt. And you think taking off your clothes is bad?” Wade leaned over him to lick his way up Victor’s neck hungrily. “No other orders apart from that, honest.”

“Hmmmph,” Victor ground harder against Wade’s body. Having hot skin on skin wasn’t exactly a hardship. “Okay. Off.”

Wade slid off enthusiastically, kneeling at his feet and watching as Victor stood and shed his clothes. The cool air on his overheated skin was a blessing, Victor closing his eyes and tipping his head up as he focused on the caressing breeze that slid over his furred body and enraged the heat that was currently between his legs. Finally, he lowered his head and opened his eyes, looking down at Wade with such a burning hunger in his eyes that it was damned lucky that Wade now had Logan’s healing factor. His bones would have been dust if Victor fucked him the way he wanted to.

“Turn around. Stick your ass in the air.” he instructed, the burning, aching throb that he could feel in his bones demanding nothing less. Wade bounced into action, his bottom high and body braced for violence; Victor cupped his hand around Wade’s balls, squeezing them hard for a moment before releasing them and running a finger across his entrance. Wade groaned, his body all but vibrating in eagerness.

“C’mon Vicky, do it, hard, fast, now-,”

“So much for no other orders,” Victor complained, but was powerless to resist the lure; within a second his hands were on Wade’s hips, yanking the younger man backwards just as he thrust forward with enough power to drill through diamonds. Wade howled loudly as Victor crashed into his body, the tightness gripping him so tightly he could see stars in front of his eyes, but the wolf impression had done nothing to stop Wade’s need. Panting and breathless, with his hands clawing the floor, Wade immediately tried to encourage Victor to thrust harder with little jerks of his hips; his stiff, awkward movements swiftly grew more fluid as Wade’s body started to recover. Oh, the healing factor was a wonderful thing indeed.

Victor bent himself over Wade’s back as he bit at the other man’s neck and shoulders, tasting the younger man’s blood and greedily seeking more out with his tongue as his hips continued to thrust deep within his lover. God, he had missed this. Even the coppery taste in his mouth seemed slightly better with Wade, the sugary hint still there even after all this time. If Logan was the main meal, Wade was the indulgent, chocolate covered, doctor disapproved dessert with lashings of whipped cream. Extra whipped cream. Sometimes by hand, too. Or by paddle…

He grinned evilly as he continued to thrust, harder and harder; each gasp and grunt and whine and plead fuelled his lust, forcing him faster and faster until it was taking all of Wade’s power just to stay in the same position on the floor. Victor looked up at the metal cage, then grinned a little more.

“Get up.” he snarled in Wade’s ear, thrusting once more before pulling out. Wade glanced in surprise over his shoulder, then yelped as Victor took hold of his arm and yanked him upwards. Even Wade didn’t have time to comment as he was pushed hard into the metal bars of the cage, Victor’s unsated desire demanding more.

“Grab the bars,” he growled, noting in pleasure the way the other man immediately followed orders. If only Logan could be re-trained to be vaguely obedient again, although his brother had never been fully tamed. Victor wrapped his arm around Wade’s waist and yanked his hips backwards, forcing the other man to bend; the display of his ass was one of pure beauty, Wade trembling in effort to balance in the position that Victor had put him in, and his breathing ragged and uneven. Victor took a little step back and assessed him, his head cocking to one side thoughtfully before slicing his claws deep across the meat of Wade’s backside. Wade yelled loudly, and Victor loved him for doing so; when it came to pain through sex, Wade could take a nuclear weapon up the ass without so much as a murmur. However, there were some points where you just needed to hear the scream, as deep and primal as it could be.

Victor smirked, and stepped back again to assess the pattern. Beautiful, but really could do with some shading… he smiled wider, and bent to pick up his trousers and the thick leather belt that normally did nothing more exciting than keep his pants up. Belt extracted, he folded it and slapped it experimentally against the palm of his hand.

“No tears.” He instructed. “You know I hate soggy,”

Wade yelled again as the first blow struck, although his backside immediately pushed out for more. Victor could already see the way the bruising began to blossom on the smooth skin, colouring in the lighter spots between the smears of blood. He chuckled and struck again, putting his full weight behind the blow; the belt buckle sliced into the skin and Wade yelped, squirming his pleasure and need as his hands tightened on the metal bars. Victor’s grin widened. Good, but not quite good enough. The next blow managed it though, a genuine scream sounding in the room as the belt snapped between Wade’s legs, punishing his balls and immediately producing a red line on his inner thigh. Perfect. Wade might have the healing factor and his bones could hold up buildings, but he was still just the same when it came to sensation.

The belt was dropped onto the floor, Victor stepping forward to gather the panting, trembling youngster against him; his mouth licked up the sweat and tension that was so damned sweet on Wade’s neck and shoulders as his hand crept between the boy’s legs and began to stroke him. This was their agreement that had given them so much mutual pleasure; the give and take routine. The greater Wade’s desire, the more he could take, and fuck, Victor wanted to give him everything he had.

“You squished my balls. I’m not complaining, but ouch!!,” Wade whimpered softly, his voice broken and a mere whisper of its former glory. Victor purred in his ear, delicately licking around Wade’s ear as his hand continued to tease and stroke. It didn’t take long before Wade was on the edge, his body trembling so badly that Victor might as well have shoved ice-cubes up him. Victor bit his neck once more before he grabbed hold of Wade’s hips and sought out the tight, hot entrance that he so desperately needed. His cock buried itself as deep as he possibly could within moments, Victor nipping him as he continued. Blood, sweat, even the occasional escaped tear, all of it called to him so badly it made him ache just to think of it. Victor nuzzled Wade’s neck as he thrust, needing to scent his mate as he moved harder and deeper into the willing if slightly shocked body.

Victor knew neither of them would last very long; Wade was all but there already, and his own sex-starved body was building up to greater heights with each thrust. The throbbing within him was painful, deep and insistent, and not beyond strangling his body until it was claimed. He fought it as long as he could, but his willpower couldn’t stop the flood of sensation as Wade’s muscles clenched down on him, the younger man yelling out as he came. Victor bit Wade’s shoulder as he shuddered through his own release, the firm muscle muffling the traitorous cry as he shot deep within him. After all the pain and stress, it had been worth it. Oh god, had it been worth it.

“Don’t you ever leave me again,” Victor growled softly in Wade’s ear. He smiled at Wade’s happy but tired laugh, before nuzzling his neck and slowly releasing the man to avoid his young lover simply flopping to the floor in a boneless heap. Wade squirmed and laughed delightedly.

“Logan was right!” he nuzzled under Victor’s chin affectionately. “You do love me, underneath your grumpy exterior,”

Victor allowed the cuddling, but his mind was slowly whirring back into life at that sentence. Logan had been commenting on the relationship? And what made his brother think he could shove his nose into Victor’s romantic affairs? Being the strongest was one thing, but Logan was straying into dangerous waters and it didn’t take much to work out which little street rat was behind it.

“I’m not going to get rid of you just yet,” he allowed. “What else did he say?”

“Oh, nothing much. He’s too busy worrying about his boyfriend,” Wade squirmed closer to Victor’s hot, sweaty body as though he was intending to wear him as a jumper. “Y’know, he’s actually gonna let Remy top him? I mean- hey!”

Wade suddenly found himself landing on the floor as Victor automatically stood straighter, a snarl immediately on his lips as the discomfort moved swiftly into fury. Letting the pup take him? Did Jimmy even realise what the hell he was doing? Had he any idea of what that would mean? The weak did not go on top, not now, not ever, and Victor was not in the mood to start pandering to Logan’s sudden wish to have a toy boy.

That was it. He had put up with LeBeau’s presence for long enough. It was time for the kid to be released back into the wild, preferably from out of a cannon.

“I’ll be back in half an hour,” he told him, trying not to snarl. Wade rolled his eyes and watched as Victor pulled on his trousers and began to slide the belt through the loops.

“While you’re gone, grab a dictionary and look up the word ‘snuggling!’” he called after him as Victor slipped out the cage and locked it behind him. Victor glanced at him, but Wade seemed relatively happy despite his complaints; he had simply gathered together all the abandoned clothing and made a ‘nest’ in the cage which he was using for slouching purposes. There was also a cocky little smile on his angelic features, normally only turning up whenever one of Wade’s evil plans had been successful, but he really wasn’t in the mood to start analysing what the hell was going through Wade’s mind.

He had a hunt to do. And fuck, this situation was going to get resolved now.

TBC