Title: Hearts on Fire

Author with email addy: RabidX (Rabid_x@yahoo.com)

Website: http://www.wrssproductions.com/boilingpoint/

Rating: NC-17, m/m sex, violence, angst ( well d'uh! it's one of mine)

Pairing/main characters: Iceman/Gambit

Sequel: unfinished, parts 1-3, sequel to Restless Hearts

Summary: Trouble in paradise. Remy and Bobby begin to argue, even violently sometimes. The problem is: Why are they?

Disclaimer: All the X-Men, Mr. Sinister, Sabertooth, Mystique, belong to Marvel. Fortress of Solitude, I suppose, belongs to DC. I make no money and mean no offense with my story. I live on the feedback alone.

Archive/distribution: Sure! Just let me know where, ok?

Notes: ~ ~ telepathy < > thoughts. Yeah I know, not exactally 'proper form' in writing, but it helps with formatting. Italics don't translate sometimes during posting. Thanks to Phantasmas for Beta-ing! Chocolate fer you and catnip for Ty!

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Hearts on Fire

By RabidX

 

Chapter One

"That's IT! I am outta here!"
"Don' forget t' shut de door on de way out!"
*SLAM*
Kitty barely got out of the way as a red-faced and very pissed off Bobby stormed past her and down the stairs. She jumped again as she heard the front door slam as well. It seemed Remy and Bobby were at it again. They had been fighting almost everyday, shouting and she was sure they threw things at least once.
Things had been going so well between them! No one seemed to be able to figure out what was going wrong. She and Jean had talked about it, soon after the first argument had turned to the third argument. Jean emphatically would not use her telepathy to pry. As much as it was killing her to not to.
<Fine. I don't need telepathy to ask.> Kitty squared her shoulders and knocked on their door.
Shuffling from the other side and then Remy cracked open the door. Kitty could see that his eyes were red-rimmed and his nose was scuffed up. She frowned at the thought of him in there crying alone.
"Whatchoo want, petite?" He mumbled, never opening the door more.
"Remy," Kitty filled that one name with concern and worry. She tilted her head to the side and bit her bottom lip. How to proceed. "Let me in, I don't want to talk through the crack."
"I... I really ain't in de mood..." Remy stammered.
"Open the door, Remy." Kitty demanded. "I'd rather not phase in."
Remy sighed and gave in. At least he stepped away from the door. Kitty pushed in and shut the door behind her. Despite the sunshine of the day, the room was dark, the curtains pulled tight and not a single light on. Remy had slumped back down on the bed, lighting a smoke.
Kitty sat on the edge and looked at Remy. "What's going on, Remy?"
Remy shrugged and blew smoke out of the side of his mouth. "Nuthin'."
"Bullshit." Remy's head jerked around at that. Even in the dark he could see the hard look in her eyes.
"Kitty... I... der's..." Remy burst into tears.
In a flash, Kitty wrapped her arms around Remy. There was an awkward second when she was sure Remy's cigarette was going to set the bed on fire, but she snatched it and flung it into a glass of... something... on the nightstand. Remy didn't even notice, sobbing against her shoulder. Kitty held him close and rocked slowly. She had never seen Remy like this. It scared her a bit.
Gradually, Remy's sobs trailed off to hic-ups and sniffles. He drew in a shuddery breath and sat back. Kitty reached out and pushed a damp strand of auburn hair back off his forehead. Remy gave her a weak smile.
"T'anks." He said, his voice clogged and strangled.
"No problem." Kitty said. "But... really, what's going on? You guys sound like..." She couldn't finish, they sounded like they were breaking up.
"Guess it's a rocky point. De honeymoon is over." Remy shrugged again, defeated somehow.
Kitty snorted. They really hadn't had much of a honeymoon, with Sabertooth killing Rogue and attacking them. It had been months since it had happened, but they had seemed like the honeymoon love would go on forever.
She looked around, her eyes finally adjusted to the gloom. This was more than a rocky point. Things *had* been thrown and broken, judging by the shattered glass by the dresser.
"Remy, I'm going to ask you something serious. Please answer me truthfully." Kitty said, turning his head up with one hand. "Are you guys getting physical when you fight? Hitting each other?" She was afraid of the answer, but she would not let them go down that path.
"Non!" Remy protested. "We... just' throw t'ings... at de walls." He could tell she wasn't sure. "I swear, petite."
"You helped me once, Remy. Please let me help you now." Kitty nearly pleaded. It was killing her to see him this way.
"I don' really know what's going on myself." Remy sighed.
But he did.
~~
Bobby stormed down one of the paths around the mansion. He didn't care where on the grounds he went, just as long as it was somewhere away from the house. He'd thought about going to Harry's or some other bar, but dismissed that for now. It was too early in the day to start drinking. If he started now, he'd get alcohol poisoning by closing time.
He cleared some trees and found a... swing? A sturdy looking wooden swing, lashed around a thick tree branch with cables. He looked around. Nailed to the sides of the tree were boards leading up to a treehouse! He knew where he was! He, with Hank's help, had built them soon after he joined the X-Men. Sure, he had been too old... well what was too old? He'd wanted a place to come and be a kid. A place to hide and forget about being a mutant, a hero, a scared-to-death lonely kid. He'd forgotten about this place.
He sat in the swing and pushed himself back. Still worked. Cool. He swung for sometime, just enjoying the smooth, back and forth mindless motion. His anger faded with each motion. Only a dull ache remained. He looked up at the treehouse. It looked intact and strong. Only one way to find out. Now, if the ladder was...
He put a foot on the bottom rung and pushed up. It held, so he scrambled on up to the open doorway. Peering inside, he saw leaves, dust, and a few acorns left behind by squirrels. Shuffling forward on his knees, careful in case the boards broke, he crept in. A bit of creaking, wood settling, but that was it. He and Hank had done well.
"Cool." Bobby breathed.
He leaned back against a wall, arms around his knees. Smiling, he looked around at his handwork. Nice to see the old get-away place would hold his adult self. His own Fortress of Solitude. Even used to be a sign over the door.
His eyebrows furrowed and the smiled faded. Tears he had denied spilled over, dripping onto his jeans. No, he wasn't going to do this. No way. He pressed the heels of his hands hard to his eyes. A keening sound tried to force itself past lips shut white tight. No. Please no. But he lost the battle.
Hitching wails rose out of Bobby's throat. His hands skated up and grabbed at his hair. Mouthing denials, he rocked frantically back and forth. This could not be happening.
Remy had nightmares about twice a week, Bobby was used to that. A few weeks ago they had gotten worse, coming every night. Violent dreams that had left both of them bruised and shaking. Nothing like being jerked awake by your lover's fist slamming into your stomach. One night, Remy had reached out blindly and charged the alarm clock. Bobby barely got it frozen in time.
Remy had freaked out each time. Bobby did too, he couldn't help it any more than Remy could. But he swallowed his fear when he saw how upset Remy was. He held him, soothed him, talked him down from his hysterics. What else could he do, what else *would* he do? He loved Remy.
Remy wouldn't talk much about the nightmares. He would only say that they were bad, but he had them before. It was all that happened that brought them up again. Bobby agreed and didn't press the issue, not wanting to upset Remy further. But he was sacred.
He'd felt terrible about that, fearing Remy. It was just the thought that, some night, he wouldn't wake up in time and one or both of them would get seriously hurt or dead. It had gotten to the point that Bobby would barely sleep at night. He would lay awake and watch Remy. The times he did sleep, he would snap wide awake, heart hammering, if Remy moved or touched him. As much as he tried to hide it, Remy knew. It had made them both jumpy and cranky at the very least, fighting at the drop of a hat. Never mind how non-existent their sex life had become.
As suddenly as they began, the violent dreams stopped. Remy returned to his sly, sexy self and Bobby got sleep. Except when he got laid. Life, it seemed, had been returning to normal. Remy, however, still wouldn't talk about them, no matter how much Bobby asked. So again, Bobby dropped it. After all, they were happy again.
Two weeks ago, Bobby had woken up when Remy had tossed around in the bed. At first, he thought it was another nightmare. That thought changed when Remy rubbed himself along Bobby's body, moaning and begging to be fucked. Bobby complied, only to find out, when they were done, that Remy had never woken up. It was weird but naughty sexy. When it happened the next night, it was just plain weird.
Remy had found it amusing and told Bobby that he was just that hot. That even in his sleep, Remy couldn't keep his hands off of him. Bobby allowed himself to be cajoled and, when awake, their sex life was phenomenal.
Then, after a particularly fierce and emotionally intense round of lovemaking, Bobby woke to find Remy panting and moaning again. He didn't roll over to touch Bobby this time, just writhed and whimpered. And whispered a name as he came on the sheets. Bobby had gotten quickly out of bed, staring in shock at the murmuring body of his lover. He had gotten dressed and taken a long walk. He couldn't believe what had happened. Remy had a wet dream.
About Victor Creed, Sabertooth.
You can't hold a dream against someone, Bobby knew. It had just shaken him. Remy and Victor had been lovers once, after all. Of course, he had tried to kill Remy at least twice since then. He'd nearly killed Bobby just for being with Remy. He had killed Rogue just to get back at Remy. No reason to be upset about a little erotic dream about a mutilating, murderous bastard.
Bobby had started wondering if Remy had been dreaming about Victor the other times. He told Remy about the little nocturnal emission and Remy had been horrified. At least he seemed to be. Bobby wasn't so sure. Remy had blushed, looked away before his shock had been voiced. So Bobby asked him about the dreams. Again, a look of shame before Remy started yelling at him.
And now, that's all they did. Yelled, screamed, threw things at each other and never, ever apologized. Not the healthiest way to work on a problem. Bobby knew he was probably being an ass, but Remy was hiding something. That was one thing they swore they'd never do. That, and never leave each other. It didn't look like they would be able to keep either promise.
"Why won't you just tell me what's going on?" Bobby cried to the empty treehouse. "Why, Remy?

 

Chapter Two

Note: 'Cartoon Cartoon Fridays' & 'Johnny Bravo' belong to The Cartoon Network. Please don't sue, nothing happens to them! Bobby just likes 'em! 'Erin Brockovich' belongs to herself and the movie to Universal. Again, even X-Men watch movies from time to time!

Dinner came and went. No Bobby. Cartoon Cartoon Fridays came on. No Bobby. Remy didn't know about the no-show at dinner, he didn't make it either. He did, however, know about the cartoon no-show. He had 'Johnny Bravo' on the television in the bedroom, but there was no Bobby. 10:30 p.m. and no Bobby. That would make nine hours since he'd last seen him. Maybe he was downstairs.
Remy got up and crept down to the living room. Kurt, Kitty and Ororo were watching 'Erin Brockovich' and eating the prerequisite popcorn.
"They're called boobs, Ed." Julia Roberts was saying.
Remy sighed. No Bobby. He looked around other places, the kitchen, the game room, the library but no luck. Even the hottub was bereft of Iceman charm. Where the hell had he gone? It was growing hard to appear non-chalant to other team members' paths he crossed. He was starting to think about panicking.
<Calm down, LeBeau. You've fought before. He'll come back when he simmers down.>
Time to go outside for a smoke. And a quick check of the cars. Remy shook his head. He was turning into a clingy head case, sidling around like a jilted cheerleader, trying to figure out why the quarterback dumped her. Of course, it didn't stop him from seeing if Bobby's car was still in the garage. It was.
"Where th' hell you gone, Drake?" He asked the night air.
"Remy."
Remy dropped to a crouch and spun, completely startled. Jean stood half shadowed by the garage. Remy let out an explosion of relief and straightened up. Jean just smiled that benevolent Jean smile. The one that made you want to trust her or want to smack her silly.
"You know betta!" Remy admonished, choosing the latter.
"I'm sorry. I thought you might have heard me." She said, stepping closer.
The benevolent smile was replaced by the 'motherly concern' look. Remy groaned inwardly. Here it comes.
"I wish I knew how to help you and Bobby." Jean said, laying a hand on Remy's arm. "I can't stand to see this end this way."
Remy started to nod then stopped. "End? Jean, who said it was endin'? We're jus'... fightin' some. A rough patch. We ain't breakin' up!" Remy's voice grew louder, more insistent.
Jean nodded sympathetically. "Oh, Remy, I'm sorry." Her look said 'oh you poor deluded boy'. "I just thought with all the fighting and you're throwing things at each other..." Remy opened his mouth to protest, but Jean went on. "I just don't want to see either of you hurt when it's... well..."
"It is not over!" Remy shouted. "People fight sometimes! Everybody's writin' us off already, well Remy ain't ready t' give up yet! Now, excuse me, chere, I gotta find Bobby."
Remy stalked off, fists clenched at his side, muttering. Jean watched him go with a smile on her face. The look of despair in Remy's eyes had been replaced with a fiery determination. Good.
Ororo and Kitty slid around the corner. "Did it work?" Kitty asked.
Jean nodded, still watching where Remy had been disappeared into the night. "Yes, I'd say it did."
"Good." Ororo smiled and nodded. "Sometimes he needs to be... kicked in the rear."
~~
Bobby rolled over and winced as his knees connected with a bang to hard walls. He sat up, snuffling and rubbed the teary sleep out of his eyes. Where in the world... oh yeah, his old treehouse.
"I am too old to hide all night in a treehouse." He sniffed.
He listened to an owl hoot off deep in the woods. Such a lonely sound. Enough to make him shiver and wrap up again. He really should go back to the house. Maybe apologize to Remy for being a pushy bastard. Maybe crawl and grovel for letting his temper, something he didn't have much of, get the better of him. For shouting. For punching the door in frustration. For making Remy look like the sky was falling.
"I totally suck." He muttered.
He slid down out of the treehouse and squared his shoulders. He could do this. He would walk right into the room and ask for forgiveness. He would respect Remy's desire to not talk about it, but he would let Remy know, quietly, gently, that he was concerned. Worried that whatever was going on in Remy's head was upsetting Remy. He would hold him and soothe him, love him. He would be strong. He would be a better boyfriend. He would make it all o.k.. They would work this thing out.
Full of determination and resolve, he marched up the path towards the house.
~~
Remy had no idea where he was going. He just knew Bobby had to be around somewhere. He stalked silently past Logan's Japanese garden, down by the lake, and back up one of the wooded paths. Where was that boy?
Broaching the trees, he saw Bobby heading back to the house. He sped up, rushing to catch him. As he drew near, Bobby turned.
"Remy!" Bobby's face was surprised and maybe a little happy. Remy hoped so.
"Hey der." Remy said, panting slightly.
They stood, looking at their feet, the ground, a bush. Finally, Bobby glanced up, his head tilted and caught Remy's eyes. He smiled nervously.
"I'm... um... Remy, I'm sorry for being such an ass." Bobby stammered.
Remy reached out and took Bobby's hand. "You ain't de only ass here, cher. I'm sorry, Bobby."
"Can we go in and... maybe if you want...talk about it?" Bobby asked.
Remy sighed. He knew they needed to, but he was scared. "I will try, dat's all I can promise."
"Good enough. Let's go." Bobby put his arm around Remy as they walked back.
Avoiding everyone, or maybe it was the other way around, they went straight to their room. Bobby gasped in surprise when he opened the door. The bed was made, shattered glass swept up. The alcoholic detrus of the past few days had been thrown away. Overflowing ashtrays dumped.
He turned to Remy. "You cleaned."
"I clean when anxious." Remy shrugged. "After I trash de place, of course."
Bobby kissed his forehead. "So..."
Remy flopped on the bed with a sigh. "Bobby... I don' know..."
Swallowing his initial rush of anger, Bobby sat on the edge of the bed. "Remy, you need to talk about this. This relationship needs you to."
"An' you?"
"Well, I'm part of this relationship, so yeah, I need you to." Bobby replied.
"D'accord." Remy lit a cigarette and fidgeted for a moment. "Best to be blunt. Ouiai, I have been dreamin' 'bout Victor.
Bobby, even though he knew... *knew* that, just nodded biting his lips. Remy searched his eyes and took a deep breath to continue.
"De nightmares were 'bout him an' , um...what happened to de Morlocks. Dey really ain't nothin' new." He exhaled a long plume of smoke from his nostrils. "De... other dreams, merde... Bobby... I nevah had... I don' have any idea where dere comin' from!"
Bobby watched him. Saw the dismay in his eyes, his taunt face. Remy was torturing himself over this. Bobby pursed his lips and nodded. Remy hurt and he had to deal with it. He had to understand.
"They're just dreams, Rem." He spoke at last.
Remy's eyes flashed from fear to anger. "Den why you been beratin' me? Why you been houndin' me about dem, huh?"
Bobby opened his mouth, closed it and opened again, knowing he was starting to look like a pissed off fish. "Because you wouldn't tell me what was going on!" He gestured at the bed. "I mean, you're beating the holy fuck outta me, then everything's fine. Then you start the... sleep sex and *still* won't tell me what's up! To top it all off, you looked em... embarrassed and like... you had something to *do* with how you dream, fer christ's sake! I've been scared to death that somehow I was gonna lose you to... to a fucking dream about a dead, homicidal, claw-wielding psycho!"
Bobby watched Remy's face grow hard, forbidding, brow furrowed down, mouth pulled up in a sneer. A contemptuous snort of smoke from flared nostrils. Before he even saw it coming, a long hand flashed out and smacked his face. He stared at the floor, stared where his head had snapped to the side. The echo of impact, sharp and crisp, reverberated in the room, in his mind. They'd thrown things, they'd punched desktops and walls, they'd shouted until they were hoarse, but this was the first time either of them had hit the other.
Remy was up and raging. "Putain! Encule de mere! How dare you remind me how I fucked up with Victor! You t'ink, for one moment, dat I don' beat de hell outta myself for bein' wit' him? Everyday I wonder what kind of sick fuck I am f'....f' loving him!" Bobby turned and stared at Remy. "Don' you gimme dat hurt lost puppy look! Merde! You have no idea... no concept of what it is..." Remy's eyes went helpless and filled with tears. He slid down the side of the dresser and whispered. "Don't you know... Bobby... what kind of person am I dat I loved dat... monstre? How could I love him an'.... Mon Dieu... love someone like you?"
Bobby couldn't say anything. He just watched Remy cry and shake. He body felt like stone, like he wasn't really in it. It was just some statue there on the bed and he was way over in the corner watching. A mute audience to the melodrama there on the stage. Watching his lover have a nervous breakdown. Tear at his hair, thump his head on the wall. Just... watching.
Until reality crashed in on his head. Remy was positive that Bobby was feeling the same things he was feeling about himself. Disgust, self-loathing, deep fear that he was totally worthless and terrible. A monster. He was on the floor in a flash, grabbing Remy's wrists.
"Remy, stop it." Remy shook his head, hair flying wildly. "Damn it... Stop, Remy!" He pulled Remy's struggling form to him. "Calm down! I'm sorry! I don't feel that way, please!"
He wrestled Remy up and onto the bed. As well as he could, he held Remy to him. At a time like this, he wished Remy wasn't so flexible and agile. Holding an overly emotional Cajun was like trying to hold an upset otter.
<Man, the way my mind works!>
Bobby could feel a hysterical giggle bubble building in him. Oh man, this was *so* no the time for that. Humor in bad situations, sure, but now? Oh no....He giggled. The otter image would not go away. He saw a giant river otter wearing that leather duster, that weird hold-the-hair-outta-your-face head thingy, a spread of cards. He buried his face in Remy's hair, trying to mask the snorts that were coming.
Remy, for his part, had quieted. He could feel, for the first time in days, the jumble of emotions coming off Bobby. Fear, concern, love and... why the hell was he laughing? He wanted to be pissed, but it felt so good. He squirmed around to face Bobby.
"What are you laughin' at?" He husked, try to sound hurt and sever.
"I... oh... shit... otters." Bobby giggled. Bad timing! Must stop!
"Otters." Remy said, nodding his head like it was the most logical thing to be thought at a time like this.
Bobby nodded. "Yep. Otters. In little dusters."
Remy's eyebrows shot up. "Ah, I see."
"Calmed you down didn't it?" Bobby asked.
Remy appeared thoughtful. "Ouiai, but I don' understand." He swiped at Bobby's arm weakly. "I'm losin' my mind an' you're t'inkin' about otters. Guess you're losing' your mind too."
Bobby sobered up. "Only if you don't stop thinking I hate you. I don't feel what you think I feel. I don't think you're a terrible person or a monster. I don't care who you loved before. I thought I did, and yeah, it's been real freaky lately, but I don't. And I sure as shit don't judge you by them." He brushed hair out of Remy's face. "The fact that you did love Victor just proves to me how vunerable you are and how big your heart is. I love you more than life and I will not let you go. Just let me in, o.k.?"
"I'm sorry, Bobby. I'm just so..." Remy shrugged. "But, you're right, I will let you in more." He peered into deep brown eyes. "You don' hate me?"
Bobby shook his head. "Take the time to feel me, Rem."
"I... I know." Remy closed his eyes and just let Bobby's emotions run into him. He sighed and snuggled closer.
"That better?"
"Ouiai. Sorry I hit you." Remy wanted to hide again for that.
"Yeah, well, you've hit me harder in training." Bobby said, turning Remy's head up for a kiss. "I can take it."
"You shouldn't have too." Remy protested weakly against Bobby's lips.
"Fine, I'll smack you back. That make you feel better?" Bobby quipped.
"Non. It would hurt." Bobby poked him at that. "I'm jus' bein' honest!"
"Well thank you God for small favors." Bobby said with an eye roll. He kissed Remy again and snuggled down deep into the bed. "It's fine o.k.?"
"D'accord." Remy said. He laid his head on Bobby's chest and listened to his heartbeat. After a moment, he looked up. "Otters."
"Otters."
~~
"Sir, you wanted to know when implantation was complete." A young, bespectacled man in a lab coat entered the cool, sterile observation room.
"Hm yes. Is he awake?" Sinister asked.
"Uh... sort of." The lab assistant fidgeted with his coat.
"Sort of? What kind of answer is that? Either he is or he isn't. Which is it?" Sinister spun around from the window.
"He's, uh, coming around quickly. His vital signs are, well, excelerating." He hated being the one to give the reports.
"To be expected. Now, how is the other doing?" Sinister nodded.
"Fine. Growth rate is near completion, should be done..." The assistant consulted a clipboard. "In six hours. Providing there are no complications."
Sinister crossed the room before the man could blink. "There had better be no complications." He growled in the young man's face.
"N..n-no Sir! Of course not! She'll be fine." the man stammered.
"Good." Sinister smiled. "When she's out we'll start her adjustments. Thank you, Stevens. That will be all."
Stevens left as quickly as he could. Next time Lawson got to take the reports!

 

Chapter Three - Sex, Lies and Videotape

Bobby woke slowly. His head was still fuzzy, his nose stuffed up and the left side of his face was sore. Too much crying and a last, he hoped, bought of fighting. He and Remy had fallen asleep, murmuring absolutions and endearments. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. Remy wasn't in bed. As he was sitting up, Remy came in, balancing a tray.
"Good mornin', cher." Remy said as he bent and gave Bobby a kiss.
"Ooo! Breakfast in bed!" Bobby peered at the tray as Remy set it carefully down. "Pancakes and bacon! And you put pecans in the syrup!"
"Like you like 'em." Remy slid in next to Bobby. "An' coffee and juice."
Remy took a fork, cut a piece out of the full stack and fed it to Bobby. Bobby grinned as he chewed. He held a piece of bacon out to Remy, who nibbled it out of his hand. They continued, until everything was gone.
Remy put the tray on the dresser and turned to Bobby. "Now, you stay right der. I gotta finish wit' somet'ing."
Bobby watched him disappear into the bathroom. He waited. He fidgeted. He almost got up, but Remy called out and told him he'd better not peek. So he fidgeted more and listened to the sound of the tub filling up. His curiosity was reaching critical mass when Remy came back out naked.
"Now outta bed and dose shorts you wearin'." Remy purred.
Bobby almost fell on his face, trying to do both at once.
Remy caught him and led him into the now candlelit bathroom. The water in the tub smelled of musky, deep, warm scents. Bobby looked at Remy.
"It's frankincense, myrrh an' sandalwood." Remy told him. "Tante Mattie tole me it was good for purifyin' yourself."
"We need that?" Bobby asked, sliding into the warm water. "Oh, that feels nice."
Remy slid in behind him. "Don't t'ink it could hurt. Get rid of all dis bad stuff dat's been happenin'. Start over."
"Smells kinda sexy too." Bobby murmured as he leaned back against Remy.
"Dat would be de sandalwood." Remy told him.
Remy sponged water over Bobby's chest and arms. He pushed Bobby up and sponged his back, working slow circles, massaging. Knots of muscles worked lose and Bobby sank back with a happy sigh. He laid his head on Remy's shoulder and kissed his neck. When he looked up, he saw tears in Remy's eyes.
"Hey, what..." He trailed off as Remy touched his cheek.
"Je suis desole." Remy whispered.
Bobby took the hand. "I know. You aren't the abuser type, Remy. I forgive you." Bobby slid around to face him. "Hey, no more tears, ok?" Remy nodded. "Now turn around, my turn to bathe you."
Bobby mirrored Remy's movements with the sponge. Then he leaned in and kissed the back of Remy's neck. When Remy shivered, he kissed harder and sucked skin between his teeth. His hands skated up Remy's chest and massaged in slow circles. Judging from the appreciative noises and the way Remy was starting to rub against him, he was not the only one the sandalwood got to.
"I want you so bad, Remy." Bobby whispered in Remy's ear.
"Ouiai. Want you too." Remy moaned out as Bobby's fingers plucked at his nipples.
Bobby pulled Remy closer and pressed his erection against him. "You feel how much you drive me crazy?" When Remy nodded, Bobby ground against him. "Right now, Remy." He husked out.
Remy pulled himself up a bit and Bobby, using the water for extra lubrication, slipped slowly into him. Remy shuddered as Bobby's length slid in, agonizing in it's slow tease. With a last slide, Remy cried out and gripped the sides of the tub. He moved his legs back along Bobby's until he could get a purchase with his knees. As he began to move, Bobby steadied him, hands spread across Remy's chest.
Bobby kissed and mouthed his way along Remy's back, groaning as Remy's body gripped him. Inarticulate words flowed from him. Through his haze, he slid one hand down to wrap around Remy's erection, trying to stroke it in time to Remy's movements. Remy hissed and arched his back as Bobby fisted him. One thrust up and Remy cried out Bobby's name as the hard, sweet little spot in him was hit. He came, grasping and spasming around Bobby. Bobby, growling and choking out Remy's name, thrust harder and came deep within Remy.
"God... damn... that... was fast." Bobby panted.
Remy moaned his agreement as he slid off Bobby's lap. He turned and kissed Bobby, tasting the sweetness of his mouth. He smiled and slid back against the opposite side of the tub. They both relaxed in the still warm water, idly stroking each other's legs.
Finally the water cooled enough to drive them out. Bobby looked at the water all over the floor and laughed. He grabbed extra towels and laid them down to soak up the spill.
He smiled crookedly at Remy. "Hope we didn't flood downstairs."
~~
"When can I get outta here?"
Sinister turned. Sabertooth stood in the archway of his observation deck. Lurked really. Sinister smiled. Sabertooth had been through with his... convalescence for 4 days now. He was anxious to say the least.
"Just a few more days. Wouldn't want you running off and have your brain stop working, would we?" He said, turning back to watch the schools of fish swim by. Simplistic lifeforms, yet somehow so pleasing. "How is your head today?"
"Fine." Sabertooth snarled. He just wanted out of here. Working for Sinister had it's perks, plenty of things to kill, hell of a medical plan, but he always ended up creeping even him out.
"He's dreaming about you again." Sinister said. "Interesting why he still does, even after you tried to kill him twice."
"How do you know?" Sabertooth asked, his voice sharp. "An' why would you care?"
"I always keep an eye on... former employees. As to why, it intrigues me." Sinister mused. "The way the mind works, how traumatic events shape it, what it desires."
Sabertooth couldn't repress an involuntary shudder. And they called *him* a monster. He turned to leave.
"Victor, my price is that you leave him alone. For now."
"Thought I was to take the girl to Genosha." Sabertooth barked over his shoulder.
"Mmmm that as well." Sinister said.
Sabertooth shook his head. What was that line from that sci-fi film? 'I am altering the deal. Pray I don't alter it any further.' Maybe that Lucas guy knew about Sinister.
"I hope you like your gift, Erik Lehnsherr. You will learn about upsetting my plans" Sinister whispered to himself.
~~
"I'm bored."
"When ain't ya bored?"
"When I'm doing this."
"Mmmm cain't say I mind dat."
"You wanna go back upstairs?"
Remy looked back at Bobby. He had been biting and kissing on the back of Remy's neck. Remy put down the book he'd been trying to read. He turned his body around in the chair and smiled at his lover.
"What you t'ink?"
Bobby grinned. "Oh yeah."
Remy rose, took Bobby's hand and pulled him in close. He stared deep into Bobby's dark eyes. Bobby shivered from the thrill those jet and crimson eyes gave him. Looking deep in his soul, he felt. Then Remy leaned his head in close and... bit the tip of Bobby's nose. He danced away laughing. Bobby blinked, then chased after him.
"You are so dead, LeBeau!" He called after the retreating form.
"Gotta catch me!" Drifted down the stairs as Bobby raced up them.
"Oh, like I don't know where you're going!" Bobby called after him.
Bobby opened the door to their room. No Remy. He looked around and into the bathroom. No Remy. Cursing sneaky Cajuns, he went back out to the hallway. As he was rounding a corner, going to the back hall, an arm shot out from behind a huge plant and grabbed him close.
"Guess I caught you, cher." Remy purred in Bobby ear as he held him close.
Bobby shivered as Remy nipped and sucked at that ear. His nimble hands were roaming all over Bobby's body, stroking, pinching, raising goosebumps. Remy shifted and pressed Bobby against the wall, licking his way down his neck, biting his throat. Part of Bobby's mind reminded him that, even behind the huge potted plant, they were still in the hallway.
"Remy..." His protest was silenced by Remy's mouth on his, tongue plundering and searching. Bobby whimpered in his throat.
Remy's hands slid down to surround the erection pushing at Bobby's jeans. Those hands pushed and rubbed, undulated around his cock. Bobby whined and kissed Remy harder, begging with his lips and tongue. A door closing down the hall, made Remy pull away and lead Bobby, panting and flushed to their room.
As soon as the door was shut, Remy pushed Bobby against it and writhed against him, thigh between his legs, pushing himself against Bobby's hip. A slow, standing, friction fuck that was driving Bobby crazy. His hands ran through the fiery silk of Remy's hair, pulling Remy's head back.
"Please, Remy." He whispered against Remy's cheek. "I'm gonna cum in my pants."
"Where do you wan' to cum?" Remy husked, licking Bobby's ear.
"In your mouth. Please." Bobby whimpered.
Remy smiled and slid down to his knees. His fingers quickly got Bobby's jeans open and pushed them, along with his boxers, down around his knees. He caught Bobby's cock as it bobbed free. He tongued the slit, tasting salty pre-cum, and swirling it around the tip. He raised his eyes, catching Bobby's, and slowly sucked the head into his mouth.
Bobby groaned as Remy's mouth worked up and down, sucking, tongue sliding a hard tip on the underside. Fingers, wrapped around the base, squeezed and stroked. He started fucking Remy's mouth, trying to be careful not to thrust to hard. But then one sly finger pressed hard behind his testicles, sending little shocks through him.
"Oh yeah. That's... oh God, Remy! I'm gonna..."
Bobby bit his lip and held Remy's head still as he came, shooting down his throat. Remy sucked and swallowed, milking every bit out of Bobby. He licked the last bit off the tip, making Bobby's knees bend, nearly collapsing. Remy stood, catching Bobby under the arms, and kissed him. Bobby tasted some of his salty cum on Remy's lips.
"Feel better, cher?" Remy asked.
Bobby nodded, a smile on his face. Then his brow furrowed. "No, not yet. I think there's something else I need."
Remy raised an eyebrow. "What's dat?"
Bobby's hand slid into Remy's jeans, feeling sticky hardness. "I think I need you to fuck me."
"Oo, cher, thought you'd nevah ask." Remy purred. "Let's get you outta dem clothes."
A bit of struggling with tennis shoes and jeans, Bobby nearly tripping over his, and they were naked. Remy laid Bobby down on the bed and slid up next to him. Bobby shook his head and pulled Remy on top of him. He spread his legs and rubbed up against the hard heat pressing down on him.
Remy groaned and pushed his hips down. Just rubbing there, against Bobby's ass, made his cock weep more, made him feel impossibly harder. He fumbled for the lubricant on the nightstand, wanting to be in Bobby now. It didn't help that Bobby was biting his shoulder and whispering all sorts of nasty things in his ear. Begging him to fuck him hard now.
"I'm tryin', Bobby." Remy said, shaky voiced and shaky hand smearing himself with the lube.
Finally he pressed his cock against Bobby's tight opening. Bobby's legs wrapped around his waist and pulled Remy into him.
"Yeeesssss." Bobby hissed. "Harder, Remy, fuck me hard and fast!"
"Dieu, Bobby..." Remy moaned at Bobby's desire, his need washing over his shields. He opened them up and let his love and passion flow back.
Bobby shuddered and grasped at Remy as he pounded hard into him. He felt Remy send him his love and tears flowed from his eyes. He didn't want to ever lose this. He clung tight as Remy moved hard in him, over him, through him. He could tell Remy was going to cum, he could feel the electricity sparking along his body, his mind.
He opened his eyes and saw the most wonderful sight. Remy's head was thrown back, long, lean torso arched, eyes screwed shut tight and he was calling Bobby's name over and over. An orgasm slammed into Bobby and he cried out, not knowing or caring if it was just Remy's, his or both. It swept them both up higher and brighter until Remy collapsed on top of Bobby, still gasping his name.
They held each other tight until sleep stole over them.
~~
"It's done." Sabertooth said, sticking his head into one of Sinister's labs. "I dropped the bitch off where Magneto could find her."
"Fine." Sinister grunted, never turning from his current experiment.
Sabertooth sighed and left, heading to his quarters.
<Just a couple of more days, Vic.> He reminded himself.
A chuckle caught his attention. He turned and saw Scrambler watching him. He snarled at him, taking pleasure in the fact the arrogant kid stepped back a bit.
"Whadda ya want?"
Scrambler held his hands in front of his chest. "Hey, hold on there, 'Tooth. I got something you might want to see."
Sabertooth walked over to him, forcing him back against the wall. "What makes ya think ya got anything I would care about?"
"Not here." Scrambler looked around. "C'mon. I'll show you."
"This better be good." Sabertooth snarled and shoved the kid up the hallway.
"Ow. It is, trust me." Scrambler said, skipping ahead. Sure he could mess up Sabertooth's bio-energy, but he wasn't sure he could actually put him down fast enough to keep from being gutted.
Scrambler opened his door and let Sabertooth in. "You know how Sinister wants you to leave the Cajun alone? Well, I think I know why. And why he keeps a close watch on him."
Sabertooth grunted. "And?"
"Just thought you might be interested. I hacked out some of his video logs." Scrambler pulled them up on his laptop. His private computer, the one he kept under his bed, hoping Sinister didn't find it. "Here."
"Ain't cha worried ole Sinny might find out?" Sabertooth asked, taking the laptop.
Scrambler shrugged. "He's too busy to pay too much attention."
Sabertooth grunted. He *was* curious, despite himself. He shoved Scrambler outside and closed the door, ignoring the protests. He keyed up the first log and watched.
An hour later, Scrambler jumped to his feet as his door flew open. Sabertooth shoved him back down and stormed up the hallway. He was heading for his room, maybe even going to leave, Scrambler hoped. He jumped up, nearly ran into his room and shut and locked the door. Time to erase those files.
Sabertooth threw open his door and slammed it shut again. He wanted to trash something, break something. The desk chair was the first and only victim. He broke it with one swipe and threw himself down on the bed. He stared holes in the ceiling as he thought about what he had seen.
Sinister was Remy's father. He'd taken some woman off the streets and impregnated her. He'd killed her after Remy was born. No biggie there to Victor, just something he didn't know. Apparently, when he was a small child, Remy had found a way out of the labs and ran away. Sinister was forced to give up his search by his master, Apocalypse.
Victor didn't really care how or why, but it must have lead to Remy getting hooked up with the New Orleans Thieves Guild.
Sinister found Remy again, many years later. His logs were full of scientific explanations for Remy's powers and all sorts of shit Victor didn't understand or care about. He just knew it was shortly after he and Remy had become lovers. Sinister had helped Remy with his growing powers by operating on him. He'd found out about Victor then, with his damned telepathic powers.
Victor remembered running into Remy shortly after and demanding to be part of the team he was forming. The Marauders. He didn't know then how he knew about them, he just did. He knew now. Sinister had used his powers to plant the idea in Victor's mind. It was there on his logs, about how he wanted such a fine specimen of killing and regeneration.
Sinister knew that, no matter how much he pushed Remy mentally, he couldn't control him. Something about him being his son, having too strong a set of shields. So he ordered Victor to kill him there in the Morlock tunnels. Made him. Changed his feelings for Remy with a thought.
When Remy somehow survived, Sinister decided to keep better track of him. To use him as an experiment on psychology, on feelings. Something Sinister lost long ago. He never fixed Victor's feelings about Remy, though. But now he remembered. Something broke inside of him, watching those logs. Something that released his long forgotten carings.
"You made me try to kill him." He whispered. "The only one I could care about."
He threw himself off the bed and stormed out of Sinister's installation. He was done with his jobs for him. Magneto wouldn't taken him back just yet, but that was fine. He wanted to find Remy, talk to him, make him understand. Keep Sinister from getting him back like he wanted. After all, Remy was his.

 

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