Title: Never Again
Author: Morgana (morganalebeau@yahoo.com)
Website: http://www.oocities.org/morganalebeau/
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Never Again 4
By Morgana
Charles immediately detected a change within Remy when the Cajun sat down opposite him. "You're feeling better."
"A li'l bit." Remy shifted on the seat. Why did Charles want to talk to him?
"Are the shields keeping out Sinister?"
"Oui, monsieur. I still feel him, but I can no longer hear him."
"Good." Charles frowned. "What do we do to make him stop?"
"You can't, monsieur. He wants me, my empathy. He won't ever give up." Remy was realistic enough to realize that.
"I can't accept that." Charles considered his options. "We'll just have to work on empowering you. You're an empath, Remy. You can use that to your advantage."
"How? I don't know how to use my power." He had never received any training and when he had joined the X-Men he had kept the empathy a secret.
"Why did you keep it a secret?" Charles had accidentally caught that thought.
"I was afraid you'd think I was influencing you. Didn't wanna cause trouble." It had been hard enough as it was to fit in.
"This is what we'll do," announced Charles, "Tomorrow evening I will start training you. In the end, you'll have control over your empathy."
Remy raised an eyebrow. "Don't you think it's too late for that?"
"It's never too late to learn how to use your powers, Remy." Charles smiled. "Is there anything else you want to ask me?" Remy shook his head. "No? Then you can leave. I'm sure Robert will keep you safe."
Remy's eyes widened. Did the professor know what had happened in the boathouse? How?
"Your emotions are easy to read, Remy. That's another thing we need to work on. It's obvious you care about Robert and by the looks of it, he returns the feeling."
"You're okay with this?" Why did he find that hard to believe?
"I'm not a homophobic, Remy and I don't blame you for the massacre. I like having you here and when Robert makes you happy, I approve of it."
Remy sensed that the professor was being sincere and forced himself to accept it. He rose from the chair and walked to the doorway. He certainly hoped he wouldn't run in to Warren or Rogue.
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"Ah, you're back! What took you so long?" Bobby signaled Remy to close the door behind him. "What did Xavier say?"
Remy shrugged. "He wants to 'train' me in using my empathy. I don't think I can ever control it like that."
Bobby noticed the depressed look in Remy's eyes and got to his feet. "Hey, what's gotten you depressed?" Remy had been smiling when they had gotten back from the boathouse. He pulled Remy over to the bed where they sat down.
"I just realized that Sinister will never give up. It ain't fair to drag you in to this. Once he knows we're... we're together... he'll target you as well."
"I can defend myself," whispered Bobby softly. "You look tired though."
Remy couldn't hide a smile. "Is that a hint? Want me in your bed, Drake?" To his surprise Bobby blushed. He hadn't thought Bobby could be this shy.
"I don't think I'm ready for anything beyond kissing..." admitted Bobby nervously, hoping he wasn't disappointing Remy. "I don't usually put out on the first date."
Remy wished he could say the same thing. When he had met Nathan, no Sinister, they had ended up in bed making love that very first night. "I ain't ready for more either." It was best to take this slow. Bobby had just admitted to himself in being interested in men and he didn't want to rush him.
"Let's cuddle up in bed with some Twinkies," said Bobby enthusiastically.
"Sounds like a plan." Remy watched Bobby remove his jeans, but the other man kept on his boxers and slipped in to a T-shirt. Taking Bobby's lead, Remy did the same.
"Is there a side of the bed which you prefer?" Bobby smiled, trying to hide his nervousness.
"Not really..." Remy felt equally nervous and when Bobby looked at him, they both started to laugh. "Merde, feel like a teenager again."
"Me too," admitted Bobby, finally getting in to bed. He used the remote to switch on the TV, while Remy settled in next to him. "This feels odd. I mean, last night was weird, but now... It has a whole new meaning."
Remy understood perfectly. "You can watch your cartoons if you wanna."
"Thanks, Remy." Bobby changed channels and found his cartoons. "Cool, it's Roadrunner."
Remy watched Bobby, who was absorbed in watching his cartoons. Although Bobby had turned thirty he didn't act older than ten, a quality which he definitely liked. Awkwardly, he moved a little closer, hoping Bobby would catch on and let him cuddle up. Bobby gave him a questioning look. "You wanna cuddle?"
"Yeah, Bobby raised one arm, pulled Remy closed and they cuddled up. "This feels nice..."
Remy agreed. He didn't want to push it but... "How about a goodnight kiss, cher?"
Wings of butterflies tickled Bobby's insides at hearing that 'cher'. "Sure, why not?" Staring in to Remy's dilated pupils, they kissed. A moment later they pulled back, neither of them ready to take the next step. Remy was content to watch Bobby while Bobby in turn watched his cartoons.
Thirty minutes later Bobby switched off the TV and the light, and after a second good night kiss, they fell in to a peaceful sleep.
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Waking up with Bobby in his arms was one of the most special experiences in his life. Remy smiled, pushed back a stray lock and studied Bobby's face, which was relaxed in sleep. They had both kept their word, had merely cuddled and kissed, which was the complete opposite of the things he used to do in bed, but he preferred cuddling with Bobby every time.
Although he had never expected it, he felt quite protective of Bobby and sometime during the night Bobby had moved in to his arms and he had happily complied, enjoying the feel of Bobby in his arms. His arms were wrapped around Bobby and one of Bobby's legs was draped over his hip. In one way this was even more intimate than making love.
Suddenly Bobby's brown eyes opened and met his. "Morning, Remy."
"Morning, cher. Did you sleep well?" He wanted to preserve this moment in time and stay here for the rest of his life.
"I slept really well, how about you?" Remy hadn't woken him up during the night, so he ruled out nightmares.
"First night of perfect sleep in my life."
Bobby blushed slightly. "We should get out of bed. Hank's expecting you and Scott scheduled a training session."
"I don't want this to end." Gingerly Remy pressed a kiss on to Bobby's forehead. "I never felt like this before."
Bobby understood. "Feels different for sure. Maybe this is the real thing?"
"I hope so..." Remy sighed blissfully, feeling Bobby's fingers massage his scalp.
"I'll walk you to the medlab after training. We can then meet up for lunch?"
Remy gave in. "Bien." But he still didn't want to leave this bed. "Cher..."
"Yeah, staying right here is tempting, but we have the evening and night to ourselves. Duty calls, huh?" Bobby realized that if he didn't get out of bed first, Remy would stay there all day. Resolutely he kicked back the covers and freed himself of Remy's embrace. "Come on, sleeping beauty, Scott's waiting."
Remy sighed, and decided and it was time to get the medical exam over with.
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Bobby raised an eyebrow when he walked in to the Danger Room. "Hey, Warren, how are you doing, man? Want some Twinkies?" He really needed to clean up that mountain of Twinkies in the living room.
Warren grinned. "They're all yours, Drake!" He patted Bobby on the shoulder. "How are you doing? Have you been hiding these last few days?"
Bobby took a deep breath. Warren and Remy weren't friends and he worried about Warren's reaction once his friend found out about his new lover. "I've been keeping Remy company."
"LeBeau?" Warren sounded surprised. "What do you want with him?"
"Drop the attitude, Warren. Remy and I are friends. If you can't deal with that, too bad, but I'm not giving up this relationship because you can't stand him."
"Hey, slow down, Drake! I didn't say a thing! You're making assumptions. I was just surprised." What the hell was going on? Why was Bobby this defensive? "How's LeBeau doing anyway? I thought he was staying at the boathouse."
At that moment Scott and the professor joined them. Charles addressed them, looking everyone in the eye for a few seconds. "Bobby, Warren, Jean, Betsy, Logan, we have a situation."
"What kinda situation?" Logan didn't like surprises.
"Sinister. I have reason to assume that he will try to get inside of the mansion and it is within his power to open a tesseract and enter the mansion," explained Charles.
"Why would he do that?" Warren had a certain suspicion. "Does this have anything to do with LeBeau?"
"Yes," said Scott. "Sinister's after him, has been harassing Remy telepathically since Antarctica. Remy's now staying at the mansion, in Bobby's room to be exact. We have to make sure Sinister can't get to him."
Logan cocked his head. "So Sinister's after the boy? Wonder why."
"Does he need a reason?" Scott met Logan's eyes. "He has been making my life miserable for years."
Betsy and Warren exchanged a look. "Is that why you called us here?" asked Warren. "To make sure we protect him?"
"Warren," said Charles, "I know there's some unfinished business between Remy and you, but you have to put that aside. I need you to be a team, as a family."
Warren thought it over. "I can't stand LeBeau, that's no secret, but I'm loyal to the team. I'll help." Betsy also nodded her head.
"Where's Rogue?" Scott suddenly realized she was missing.
"She said something about visiting her mother, Mystique," supplied Betsy.
Scott didn't like that one bit. She hadn't even informed him she was leaving, but at least he had the others support.
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With trepidation, Remy entered the medlab. "Henri?" He just wanted this over with. He would never pass the tests and Hank would put him on the inactive list. Bobby was at his side, complaining about the tiring training session he had just gone through. It meant a lot to him that Bobby was at his side.
"Ah, Remy, please join me in my office." Hank signaled them to approach.
Remy shuffled in to the office, Bobby almost pulling him inside. "Hey, Hank! Here's one reluctant patient!" joked Bobby.
Hank smiled. "I can see that. Please sit down, Remy. Bobby, you can pick Remy up in two hours."
"Can't I stay?" Bobby threw his puppy dog's look at Hank. "Please?"
"It would make me feel more comfortable," said Remy in a soft tone.
"Robert, go the waiting area. I'll call you when I'm done."
Bobby sighed, but gave in. "Don't take too long, Hank."
After Bobby left, Hank signaled Remy to lay down on an exam bed. "I'm going to hook you up to a monitor, Remy. You know the procedure."
"Oui, I do." Remy wanted to close his eyes and block everything out, but any kind of lab always gave him the creeps. He watched every move Hank made and suddenly sensed something odd. Every team member's mind had a certain feel to it. Hank's seemed to have changed overnight. "What?" Alarmed he sat up and stared in to familiar eyes, but at the same time they were different. An evil expression appeared in Hank's eyes.
"You... You're..." Remy tried to jump off the table, realizing he was dealing with a Doppelganger. "You ain't Henri, you're..."
"Nice to meet you, LeBeau, Sinister promised me some of your DNA... Now shut up!"
Remy's eyes grew big, feeling the tip of a syringe dip beneath his skin. "Bobby!" Had Bobby heard his scream? He was feeling dizzy and the lab was spinning. Dark Beast was laughing at him, mimicking his unsteady movements. In front of him a tesseract formed and he realized he needed to make a run for it now, if he wanted to survive! He started for the doorway, but was moving in slow motion. "Bobby!"
The door slammed open and Bobby hurried inside. "Remy? What's..." Seeing the tesseract, he realized Remy was in danger. "Hank, get him away from there!"
Dark Beast laughed, grabbed Remy and slung him over his shoulder. One leap took him inside the tesseract.
Bobby stood there, stunned and staring at Hank in disbelief. Suddenly Remy looked at him from within the swirls of the tesseract.
"Not Henri... Dark Beast..." After that, he lost consciousness.
Bobby never thought about his actions and just jumped in to the tesseract. "Remy!"
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"Intruder detected... Intruder detected."
The alarm startled the team. Scott directed them. "Warren, control room. Logan, Jean, you're with me. Betsy, stay with the professor."
A few seconds later, Warren's voice sounded over the computer system. "Scott, you want to head for the medlab. A tesseract formed there."
"We're on our way. Logan, Jean, follow me."
It took them a minute to reach the medlab and when they arrived they found it empty. An exam table had been knocked over, but that was it. Scott walked over to Hank's computer, which was hooked up to the mansion's main computer. "Warren, show me the security tapes."
A moment later the tape came online. Shocked, they watched Hank grab Remy, jump in to the tesseract and Bobby following them. "Dark Beast," Scott grumbled, angrily. "Why didn't we notice?" The others didn't answer him.
"That's not important, Scott," said Charles as he entered the medlab, followed by Betsy. "What is important is getting them back."
"And how do we do that, Charlie?" Logan growled softly. The fact that he hadn't sniffed out Dark Beast felt like a personal failure to him.
Charles didn't know the answer to Logan's question, but as he looked at each of them, in turn, he felt that they were determined to get their team-mates back, and that included Remy.
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His head was reeling. A killer headache pounded away behind his temples and he didn't dare open his eyes. Suddenly, he remembered what had happened and his eyes flashed open involuntarily. Bobby blinked once. He was in some sort of cell, with bares instead of walls.
"Ro...bert?"
The voice startled him and he wanted to ice up to fight Dark Beast, but nothing happened. Shocked, he realized he was wearing a collar that neutralized his powers.
"Ro...bert? Please?"
Bobby looked down, finding Hank at the far right of the cell. He was lying on the cold, metallic floor, shivering. Heat radiated from the furry body and the eyes were unfocused. "Hank, is that you?" Or was Dark Beast playing him again?
"It's me... Robert... Dark Beast is with... Sinister..." Hank's breath rattled in his lungs. "I must have caught... some kind of infection. Sinister... ran an experiment on me..."
Bobby still didn't fully believe him. "What's your secret, Hank? Tell me, I need to know it's you. You told only me, remember? You made me swear to keep quiet."
"I'm... gay..." Hank wasn't up to playing games. "Robert... I need water... Dehydrated..."
Convinced, Bobby picked up the bottled water and helped Hank drink. "How did you get here?" He placed a hand on Hank's brow and flinched away. "That's one hell of a fever."
"Started a few days ago..."
"How long have you been here?" How long had Dark Beast been fooling them?
"Two months, I guess."
"Two months? Oh, shit, all the things I told Dark Beast... He fitted in perfectly, even gave me Twinkies for my birthday."
"Robert, don't know how much longer... I can stay awake. Be careful... Sinister's insane..."
"I'll be careful," promised Bobby. Worried, he watched Hank's eyes close and his friend slipped into unconsciousness. Feeling fiercely protective, he decided he had to locate Remy, and then he had to get them out of here. If only he could lose the collar!
A metallic sound caught his attention and his heart missed a beat, seeing Sinister push Remy inside. "Remy!" He jumped to his feet, ran over to the bares and tried to bend them, without success. He was a prisoner. Remy's eyes were bleak and the Cajun looked drained. Remy wasn't wearing a collar and he wondered why Remy wasn't fighting Sinister.
"Well, Mister Drake, how nice of you to join us," said Sinister amused. "Your arrival is unexpected, but I'm glad you jumped after Remy here. Now I have an even better way of controlling our Cajun friend. You see, he knows that I'll kill you and your friend, Doctor McCoy if he doesn't please me. Remy wants to keep you alive and will do whatever I ask of him."
"Remy, no..." Bobby's face contorted. He had a pretty good idea what Sinister wanted from Remy. "Don't do it."
Remy felt Bobby's concern. "I'm sorry, cher, but I can't risk you and Henri getting killed. I can deal with it." Sinister pressed against him, pulling him close to his chest and he felt the other man's erect cock against his ass. "He'll return you to Westchester, cher."
"What makes you think he will keep his word!" Bobby was growing furious. "This is emotional blackmail!" Remy wouldn't deny Sinister for fear that the scientist would kill him and Hank. "Please, Remy, don't do this."
"He'll torture you," explained Remy. "I can't let that happen. Hank's already ill; he wouldn't survive." He shuddered as Sinister's cold, metallic hand slipped beneath his shirt to rub his back. "Just forget I ever existed, cher..."
"No!" Bobby screamed, mad with rage, watching them disappear in to the next room. "No, Remy, don't do it! He'll hurt you!" But Remy no longer heard him and Hank's feverish mumbling demanded his attention. Biting back his tears, he returned to tend to Hank, but his thoughts remained with Remy.
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"Remy, come here... It'll be like old times." Sinister reached for the naked young man, seeing Remy shiver at his touch. "Maybe this will help." Re-arranging his molecules, he shape shifted in to the young man Remy had fallen in love with years ago.
Remy shuddered, looking in to brown, almost black, eyes. Long, dark hair reached Sinister's back. He had once loved the sparkle of the sun tanned body. Years ago he had fallen in love with the exotique look, but he now knew the illusion for what it was. Sinister was a meta morph and had played him all this time. No, seeing Sinister like this didn't help. Nathan was a lie, an illusion. It was Sinister who controlled everything, controlled him.
"Remy, I won't ask twice..." Sinister lay down on the bed, and signaled Remy to join him. "You know what I want and how I want it."
Oh yeah, he did. Gooseflesh formed on Remy's skin as he lay down beside Sinister. He closed his eyes when the other man's icy fingers touched his skin. The touch felt cold and metallic, reminding him it was Sinister in bed with him. He had better get this over with. He started to push himself up to his elbows and knees, presenting himself on all fours. Nathan, no Sinister, had always preferred doggie-style. "Just do it."
"Not so fast, Remy. I want to enjoy having you in my bed again. I want to last... Suck me." Sinister grinned, pulled Remy close to him and moved the Cajun down his body until that delicious mouth rested above his twitching cock. "You always gave good head, Remy. Don't disappoint me. Your friends' lives are hanging in the balance, always remember that." He leaned back, enjoying the lost expression in Remy's eyes. He raised one hand, rested it on Remy's head and pushed him down. "Open that mouth and make me come."
Disgust overwhelmed Remy, but he obeyed, closing his lips around the already leaking cock. Sinister tasted bitter and his stomach contracted, urging him to stop, but that was not an option. Bobby and Hank depended on him. He knew Sinister would kill them slowly, give them a painful death if he didn't perform satisfactory.
It's only sex, LeBeau, get over it. Remy bit back tears when he licked the length of Sinister's cock. The hand on his head didn't give him much space and now pushed him down again, forcing him to deep throat the bastard. Remy almost gagged, but then relaxed his throat. He had done this before, he could do it again. But back then he had done it out of love and affection. Back then he had wanted to get his lover off. Now Sinister was forcing him to do it.
"You can do better, Remy." Sinister threw back his head, relaxed and thrust abruptly, taking Remy completely by surprise.
Remy released a choked yelp, but couldn't pull back. Sinister was keeping him in place. Realizing that he didn't have a way out, he relaxed his throat, surrendered to the other man's power. Sinister fucked his mouth and he hoped it would be over quickly. Salty cream shot down his throat and he almost choked. Suddenly one of Sinister's hands massaged his throat, forcing him to swallow. Tears flowed from his eyes, tears of pain and humiliation.
"Well done, Remy. I might be inclined to release your friends tonight." Sinister grabbed Remy's head and pulled the Cajun close. He wanted to taste himself on those bruised lips. "Part your teeth..."
Remy hated himself for obeying, but he parted his teeth and flinched when Sinister's tongue explored his mouth. Hating himself for being this weak, he offered no resistance, knowing Sinister would only hurt him and his friends worse if he put up any form of resistance.
"You still taste good, Remy. Why did you ever leave me?" Sinister brought his arms up behind Remy's back and rolled the Cajun on to his back. He parted Remy's legs and settled between them, growing hard again at the sight of the helpless man beneath him. "You're beautiful, you always were. A unique beauty, Remy..." Disappointed, he noticed that Remy wasn't aroused yet. "I want you to come when I'm inside you. You feel so exquisite... "
Non, please don't... But Sinister did as he pleased, stroking him firmly. His self hate built, finding he was growing hard under the bastard's ministrations.
"It looks you still care about me, Remy..." Sinister grinned wickedly. "I missed you, missed being inside you. Making love feels amazing when I'm inside you..."
I hate you! I fucking hate you! Ashamed that a tear managed to escape his eyes, he tried to turn away his head, but Sinister didn't let him.
"I want to see your face when I enter you, Remy." Sinister spit into his hand, stroked himself once and then positioned himself at the tight hole.
Remy's body tensed, feeling the head of Sinister's cock at his entrance. Nathan had always carefully prepared him, but Sinister had other plans. This was going to hurt.
"Pull your legs toward your chest, do it, Remy." His cock eagerly rubbed against Remy's entrance.
Remy did as he was told, realizing he was opening himself up to Sinister. But what could he do stop this? Nothing. Sinister had made it very clear that if he tried something Hank and Bobby would die a slow death. He closed his eyes, trying to shut out Sinister.
"Open those gorgeous eyes, Remy. I want to see the expression in them when I bury myself inside your body." Sinister started to push inside, irritated that Remy wasn't co-operating. The red on black eyes opened, revealing all the hurt in the world. Sinister laughed and then forced himself a way inside.
Remy's eyes widened and he released a startled scream filled with pain and humiliation. The ring of muscle fought Sinister, trying to keep him out, but Sinister was relentless and buried himself to the hilt. Sobbing softly from pain, Remy's tense body hummed with pain.
Sinister grunted. "Yes, that's it... I'm inside... Inside." He tugged at Remy's lax cock, hoping the Cajun would grow hard again. He started to thrust, relishing the tightness around him. The velvet glove contracted around him, and as he stared in to Remy's eyes, he felt some of the Cajun's pain. "Relax, it doesn't have to be this way. You're doing this to yourself. If I hurt you, it's your fault, not mine!"
Remy's fingernails dug a hole in to the sheet as Sinister's thrusts pushed him across the bed. The bastard wasn't holding back, battering against his prostate until the usually pleasant sensation turned in to agony. Remy failed to hold back another tear, not caring if Sinister got off on it. The pain crushed him! He hoped that Sinister would come quickly, but the blowjob had taken the edge off for the scientist and the thrusts continued, growing harder, faster and more brutal. Suddenly Sinister pulled out and Remy half hoped that it was over, but then he was rolled on to his stomach and he realized the nightmare wasn't over yet.
Sinister grabbed his hips, pulled him close to his groin and pushed back inside. He lay there like a rag doll, unable to stop Sinister, or to move at all. He buried his head in the sheets, holding on for dear life. He lost all sense of time as the pounding continued. His insides hurt, his back cried out with pain and he felt nauseous.
"Yes, yes... Oh, Remy, you're so tight, you feel so good!" Sinister was babbling, pistoning in and out. He stared at the small, compact ass in his hands and he growled, seeing his cock disappear in to the tight hole. Blood clung to his cock, LeBeau's blood, but he didn't care. He was too close to orgasm.
Remy bordered on unconsciousness, but he still registered the pain. Sinister used his power to move him on his cock and he rode the pain, trying to detach himself from what Sinister was doing to him. Suddenly Sinister shivered, thrust deeply and a warm sensation filled his ass. It was over, over! The bastard had come!
Sinister released a shuddering breath and rubbed the mounds of flesh in front of him. He allowed himself the luxury of staying inside the trembling body a little longer, massaging Remy's back.
Remy shuddered at the gentle touch. His eyes closed and he yelled in pain as Sinister pulled out. Now that Sinister was no longer holding him in place, he collapsed, sunk down on the mattress. He curled up in a fetal position, ignoring the pain the movement caused and tightly shut his eyes. The pain became unbearable and he surrendered to oblivion.
"Remy? LeBeau!" Sinister, irritated that Remy was shutting down, rolled the Cajun onto his back, finding that Remy was unconscious. Quickly, he checked Remy over. "Damn, I made him bleed." He had torn the Cajun, causing the bleeding. That hadn't been part of his plan, but Remy had caused the discomfort himself by not relaxing.
He left the bed, disappeared in to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Thoughtfully, he returned to the bed, watching Remy sleep. He would repair the damage he had done, not because he felt sorry for LeBeau, but because he wanted to take the Cajun again shortly. He could only do that if LeBeau had healed sufficiently. After covering the naked man with a blanket, he headed back to his lab to gloat over his newest victory. Drake wouldn't want LeBeau after finding out what had just happened in his bedroom! Isolated and shunned by his fellow X-Men, Remy would have no one to turn to expect him. Remy LeBeau was his forever!
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Bobby's face was stained with tears. Remy's screams had cut through his soul, leaving scars. Hank's head rested in his lap. Fortunately, Hank had turned unconscious before the screams had started and McCoy had no idea what had happened.
Seeing Sinister stalk toward him, he quickly wiped away his tears. He refused to give Sinister the satisfaction of seeing him cry. Defiantly he locked eyes with the mad scientist. "You bastard!"
Sinister laughed loudly. "Jealous, Drake? Did you hear him scream? I did that to him."
A dark anger built in the pit of Bobby's stomach. "You hurt him. You're gonna die."
Sinister laughed amused. "You? You think you can kill me? Stronger mutants tried and failed. No, you'll return to Westchester once I finished my experiments and you'll leave LeBeau here with me. You can't possibly still want him after I fucked him." Sinister used his trump. "He's been my whore for years. I bet you didn't know that."
Bobby bared his teeth, wondering if Logan felt like this when going feral. He just wanted to kill Sinister. Kill him with his bare hands for making Remy scream with pain. "You left out something, Sinister. You played him for years! Giving him an illusion to love. Remy didn't know it was you!"
Sinister's eyes narrowed. "I might have underestimated you. I never thought LeBeau would tell you, but it doesn't change a thing. He's staying here with me. I'll keep my word and let you go."
"Why? You're a lying bastard."
"Because LeBeau will feel honor bound to keep up his part of the bargain. As long as he comes to me willingly I won't kill you, Drake."
Bobby couldn't hold back any longer. He slipped away from underneath Hank, jumped up and pulled at the bars, which didn't nudge. "You're gonna pay for this! Once I get this collar off I'm gonna kill you!"
Sinister laughed again. "I must say I'm surprised that you're still attached to LeBeau. Well, it's over now. You'll never see him again." With those words, he turned around and left.
Seething with anger, Bobby stared at Sinister's back, vowing he would make Sinister pay.
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Remy uncurled slowly, biting his bottom lip when a sharp pain swept through his lower body. Suddenly all memories returned, making him yelp softly. He had never been taken this brutally, without proper preparation, and it had shaken him badly. Mon Dieu, it hurt. He pushed himself into a sitting position and hissed sharply when the pain increased.
"It was just sex, nothing more." He refused to admit he had been forced. With slow movements, he managed to grab his clothes. He slipped in to his shirt, but had to give up on putting on his jeans. Moving just hurt too much. At least he was now partially dressed.
Swinging his feet on to the floor, he hesitantly tried to stand. The pain was still there, but was bearable now. But he got his biggest shock looking at the bed. A red stain had formed on the sheet. He gritted his teeth, realizing it was his blood. The bastard had made him bleed! Humiliated, he leaned against the wall. He didn't feel like the man he used to be, didn't feel like a man at all. The sex didn't bother him, he liked being on the bottom, but being taken like that made him feel ashamed and worthless.
"Get your act together, LeBeau. You need to find Hank and Bobby and send them home." He didn't care what Sinister did to him, but he wanted Hank and Bobby in safety. Especially Bobby. Right now Sinister was content fucking him, but what if the scientist turned his attention to Bobby? He shivered and headed for the door, but it was locked. Disappointed, he banged his fist in to the door. "Non, just give me a chance to get them out!" If he'd had the right equipment he could have picked the lock, but he had nothing on him.
"You're not going anywhere."
Remy spun around, nearly lost his balance and leaned heavily against the door. His skin turned to gooseflesh seeing Sinister walk toward him. "What do you want?" His bravado was just an act. He was cringing with pain and fear.
Sinister didn't answer him. He grabbed Remy by an arm, pulled him close and inserted the tip of a syringe with he had hidden behind his back.
"Non!" Remy stared at the syringe dazedly. "What did you do?" He started kicking, but the drug quickly made its way through his system and he collapsed on to the floor.
Sinister picked him up and swung him over his shoulder. After unlocking the door, he carried Remy in to the lab. He was doing this on purpose, sending Drake a clear message. He heard Drake hiss when the X-Man saw him place Remy on the exam table.
"Get your dirty hands off him!" Bobby pulled at the bars again.
"Robert... Don't. Preserve your strength." Hank, who had regained consciousness a few minutes ago tried to call Bobby back, but he was too weak. The fever was wrecking havoc on his system. He felt sympathetic, seeing Remy in this state, but knew they couldn't help.
"Shut up, Hank!" Bobby stared at Remy and seethed with anger when Sinister removed Remy's shirt, revealing bruises and blood that clung to his thighs. "You're so dead, Sinister."
Sinister caressed Remy's chest, and grinned at Drake. "Remy LeBeau's mine now. Come for him and I'll kill him. Do you understand? Forget he ever existed."
Bobby wished he could ice up the bars, but that damn collar was keeping him back. "I'll never forget Remy!"
"But you will," said Sinister menacingly. He rolled a nipple between his fingers and grinned satisfactory. "You're getting boring, Drake. It's time for you to leave. I've got what I wanted."
Bobby screamed in anger when the bars began to fade. Suddenly he felt Hank's arm around his waist and his world turned black.
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Scott was knocked off his feet when a tesseract formed in front of him. "Sinister!"
Jean, Warren and the professor prepared themselves for a possible attack.
"I can't believe Sinister can open a tesseract in here!" Warren refrained from spreading his wings. He was at a distinct disadvantage when fighting in confined quarters like the kitchen. They had been drinking coffee, trying to come up with plans to spring Remy, Bobby and Hank when the tesseract had formed.
"This might be our one chance," whispered Charles. "Wait for Sinister to materialize."
Warren nodded his head. He wanted a piece of Sinister for abducting Bobby and Hank... and maybe even for kidnapping LeBeau. He still didn't like the Cajun, but Remy was part of the team and Sinister had crossed a line by kidnapping LeBeau. He was ready to strike when something slammed in to him, knocking him off his feet. He blinked once and looked in to Bobby's face. His friend was unconscious, but an angry expression had remained on his face.
Another body materialized and Scott charged forward, immediately recognizing Hank. "I've got him." Hank was too heavy to carry so he gently placed him on the floor. "Let's hope it's Hank and not Dark Beast. Jean?"
Jean quickly performed a scan. "It's Hank."
"They need to be in the medlab." Jean, can you..." Scott hadn't finished his question when Hank's body already started to float in the room. Jean was using her telekinetic powers to transport him to the medlab.
"Warren, listen to me," instructed the professor as Warren placed Bobby's unconscious form across his lap. "I doubt another tesseract will form, but I need someone standing guard. Go to the control room and check the mansion and its premises."
Warren reluctantly complied. If it was up to him he would have preferred to stay with Bobby. "Yes, sir." He quickly left for the control room.
Jean, Scott, and the professor took their patients to the medlab. Jean placed Hank's body on an exam table and Scott lifted Bobby gently, placing him on another exam table. Then he stood back, letting Jean and Charles check on their friends. "Where's Remy?" Why had Bobby and Hank been returned, but not the Cajun?
"Hank's running a fever," announced Jean.
"Bobby seems to be all right." Charles covered Bobby with a blanket and then joined Jean to help her interpret Hank's readings. "It might be an infection. Start him on antibiotics." Concentrating, he contacted Warren. Anything unusual?
No, everything seems fine. How are they doing, sir?
Bobby's fine, Hank has a fever, but I'm fairly certain he will recover. Continue to watch for tesseracts.
Yes, sir.
Charles locked eyes with Scott. "We need to talk." Jean was tending to Hank and the two men left the med lab. They headed for Charles's study.
Scott sat down and studied Charles. "What do you think happened? Why would Sinister sent them back in one piece?"
"I don't know, Scott. We'll have to wait until they wake up. I want you to join Warren and check our security system. We have to find a way to stop the tesseracts from forming inside the house."
Scott agreed. "I'm on it, sir." He quickly left the study and headed for the control room.