Title: Black Magick
Author: Spirit Melody (kat@lsak.fsnet.co.uk) & Firesong (firesong@ukonline.co.uk)
Website: none
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Black Magick 10
By Spirit Melody & Firesong
Remy slowly opened his eyes. Light was streaming in from an opening on his far left. It was not too bright, and Remy's eyes felt comfortable. He could hear the beeping of a Genoshan collar, the sound of sea gulls calling, and water crashing on the shore nearby. Any other situation, and Remy would have called it a paradise. As it was... it was no more than an isolated prison. The air was fresh, and water dripped from the ceiling down onto his shoulder. His lips were dry and his thirst seemed unquenchable. Lapping up the water that pooled onto his shoulders helped ease it.
He was chained against the cold stone wall. The metal manacles around his wrists were not tight enough to hurt his already bruised wrists, but too tight to prevent him pulling free. His throat was sore and although his voice only sounded a little hoarse, the burning sensation made speech an effort.
His head throbbed and pounded and his face hurt and stung. His chest felt tight. Not just because of his injured ribs, but deep breaths also produced a rattle. He probably still had some water left in his lungs, and without proper medical treatment, he could easily succumb to pneumonia. 'An' wouldn't dat be fun...'
On the whole, his body felt bruised, and very sore. He briefly entertained the idea of getting to his feet, but the way his body was shaking, he knew it wasn't a good idea. He remained seated and shivered slightly, legs pulled close to his body, and arms by his side. His wrists still felt vaguely numb, and absolutely any movement sent white hot shots of unbearable pain through his body.
Yet the worst pain by far was between his legs, and his lower abdomen. Creed had not been gentle in his treatment whilst carrying Remy here, and the sheet from the boathouse had been discarded over in the corner. Remy could see the bloodstains on the sheet, and, whilst they were not considerable, it was very worrying. Remy smiled a little smile to himself, at least he was still alive. He couldn't say the same for Logan though. He felt a terrible pain then that was not physical in the slightest. 'Logan. Mon Dieu! Logan. Why did I bring 'im into all dis. I 'ad no right.' Thinking back to the fight at the boathouse Remy couldn't understand why it had gone so wrong. 'I was quicker dan Creed. I should 'ave been able t' get passed 'im in time, to reach dat stupid window. Instead I freaked. An' now I'm stuck here; an' Logan...' He didn't want to think what may have happened to him. Was he in a lot of pain? Was he lying there at the boathouse, with the adamantium in his bones slowly killing him? Was he dead? 'Je suis desole mon ami. 'M so so sorry.'
Remy closed his eyes and prayed. He hadn't prayed in a long time, and words Creed had so utterly delighted in saying had brought back bad memories for him. He pushed them back, and hoped and wished to God that Logan would pull through. Part of him hoped that Logan would suddenly turn up and free him. He knew it wouldn't happen though.
He was pulled from his prayers to see Creed enter, carrying an armful of fish that he had obviously caught, and some wood for a fire. He glanced at Remy, sneered and continued with his preparations.
Remy watched warily in silence as Creed gutted and cooked the fish, keeping his eyes on the vile man to watch for violence even though he'd much rather turn his head away. He wouldn't be intimidated by Creed now. Sabretooth didn't mention a word to the Cajun, only caring to snigger at him now and then and flash him an animalistic grin full of threats. Remy returned each look with a hateful gaze, which only seemed to delight Sabretooth more.
Remy's stomach growled quietly as Creed ate the fish one by one, and only when he'd finished did he deign to walk to Remy's side. He crouched down so they were face level, and reached a hand to stroke the Cajun's cheek. He touched the hot soft skin and traced the sharp shadowed lines of intense cheekbones.
"Ya look a little sick there Cajun. Burnin' up too." Remy refused to answer. Creed's hand stroked down his chest towards the space between his legs. Remy remained calm, letting Creed do what ever he wanted. The last thing he wanted to do, was give Creed a reason to knock the hell out of him again. Creed's hand remained tangled in the auburn bush, fingers caressing Remy's balls. "Don't I even get a flinch boy? Shame; ya look so cute when yer scared."
"I ain't 'fraid of you Creed. I made dat mistake back at de house. I won' make de same mistake now."
Creed shifted closer to the Cajun, Remy could feel the mutant's breath on his ear. Sabretooth's second hand crept round the other side of his face and then Creed brought Remy's head closer to his, so that his lips were barely a millimetre away from the young man's delicate pale ears. "Not bein' afraid of me Cajun, would be the mistake." Creed's deep voice whispered into Remy's ear, "Ya would be an idiot not ta fear me. You here, at my utter mercy. What reason have ya *not* got ta be afraid?"
"'Cause Logan wouldn't be." Remy looked ahead, staring at some distant blurring space on the far wall.
"Yeah well, don't be so sure kid. I took care of him real well at the boathouse."
Remy's breath hitched and then stopped, but he got it back under control. Wherever Logan was, he'd be happy. He was a good man, and that's what happened to good men after they've done all they've got to do on the Earth. His stomach grumbled again. Creed smiled sadistically.
"Hungry pretty boy?"
"I don' want not'ing from you. I'd rather starve t'anks." Remy tried to sound brave, but his sore throat just made him sound stupid. Creed got up and walked away a short distance; Remy watched like a hawk as he fetched something from the fireside, before returning to the Cajun.
He knelt down and grabbed a handful of Remy's hair, forcing his head back. Remy tried to pull Creed's hand away, but the manacles stopped him from even getting close. Sabretooth finally forced cold, slimy fish guts into the Cajun's mouth, and forced him to swallow, firmly stroking his throat. Creed laughed as Remy coughed them back up. He could see the bruises all over Remy's body and knew that the retching would be pure agony for the X-Man. Remy finally looked back up at him, his eyes tearful, and in obvious copious amounts of pain.
'Kid's an absolute picture.' Every movement, every look, just made Creed want to hold him close and fuck him senseless. Yet while he was no doctor, he knew full well that anymore of that would probably kill the kid, and Creed's fee, and probably his life would be forfeit if that happened.
'Doesn't mean I can't get the kid to suck me off.'
Sabretooth grabbed Remy's chin in one hand, and tilted him up to look at him. The red eyes weren't as large and fearful and Creed remembered they used to be in this kind of situation, but they still possessed the same beguiling innocence he never seemed to lose.
"That's a pretty mouth ya got there Cajun. How about you put it ta some good use, and suck my cock. Give ya something ta wash that taste away right?"
"Go t' hell." Remy answered defiantly, "I'll bite de t'ing off."
Creed back handed him across the face and smiled at the pained gasp. "Yer gonna suck my cock kid, or I'll jam it so far up your ass, I'll be able ta piss out yer mouth." Remy looked up at him, lower lip bleeding. "C'mon on little boy..." Creed continued, "Ya never fight very hard anyway, ya just let everyone take yer ass when they feel like it."
Remy cringed inside. It was true that he didn't fight all that hard, unless he had a chance. He was never one for going against the inevitable.
"Fine. I'll make a deal wid y'."
"Ya ain't in a position to argue..." Creed warned, snorting.
"Jus' let me finish homme." Remy tried smiling seductively, "You unchain me, an' I'll give you de best blow job y' ever had in your life."
Sabretooth looked mildly interested, "Why should I need ta unchain ya?"
"I need my 'ands so I can caress your balls, stroke your ass. Look at me Creed. It's not like I can go anywhere right?" Creed nodded, and released the Cajun's bonds.
"You better make this worthwhile Cajun."
Remy rose shakily to his knees, and started stroking the already hardened shaft. It felt soft, smooth. He slowly licked the end, before taking it into his mouth. Creed shuddered, head back in ecstasy. Remy looked to the opening of the cave and back to Creed. 'Dis might be my only chance.' He re-doubled his efforts until Creed was practically on the knife's edge of orgasm. Then he did the only thing he could think of, and bit down hard. Blood spurted into his mouth as he pushed Creed away, and he spat it out, disgusted.
"Happy Creed? I'm fightin' now! You ain' ever gonna stick your dick in my mouth again!" He watched as Sabretooth stumbled back, screaming in agony. It was enough to spur Remy into action, and away from his captor. He got to his feet, breathing harshly and barely held in a cry when pain spasmed all through his abdomen and head. He ran out of the cave without looking back.
Creed emitted an agonised howl, and collapsed to the ground. Blood seeped through his fingers. So much blood, and the pain was unimaginable. He saw Remy disappear out of the entrance. His healing factor started to kick in. In moments he would be back on his feet, and when he got hold of the Cajun, he was gonna die. Contract or no, he was gonna kill that little fuck.
Remy ran as fast as he could. It wasn't all that fast, his body screamed in agony with every movement, but the adrenaline pushed him to seek an escape. The beach was deserted, the ground was covered with shells that bit into his bare feet and the footprints he left behind him in the golden sand were splattered with blood. The sun was high in the sky, which rendered Remy almost blind. His hair fell about his face, obscuring his already useless vision. His legs gave way and he fell to the sand, instinctively one of his hands shot out to brace himself and again shells cut through his tender skin. Summoning every last breath of willpower he had in him he forced his legs to straighten and he stood, again beginning to run, hardly even hearing the loud gulls through the ceaseless battering of his heart against his broken ribcage.
A hard force struck him from behind, hurling him face first into the rocky shore. Sharp pain lanced through his body and rough stone scraped at his face. It was almost as if someone were slicing at him everywhere with a knife over and over again. In desperation, he grabbed a sharp shell, and stabbed up and behind him. The pressure keeping him pinned to the ground, howled and fell back.
Strenuously getting to his feet, he saw Creed clutching his eye. He was more angry than Remy had ever seen him before. The rage burning off Sabretooth was like a fire that eclipsed everything surrounding them. Remy knew that this was it. No escape, Creed was sure to kill him. Part of him screamed at him to run, to try to chance for a bid of freedom. The more practical side of him knew that there was no escape; his injuries too many and too grievous to sustain him. He hoped that Creed was furious enough to kill him quickly, at least in death he could be back with Logan, and away from all that life had done to kick him in the teeth. But what if he went to Hell? He probably would, then he'd never see Logan again.
Creed got to his feet. His vision was nothing but red. He grabbed the Cajun by the hair and dragged him down the beach. Oh it would be fun to rip out the little bastard's heart, but no... this would be more fun. He waded reasonably deep into the water, before dumping the Cajun face first into it, and dragging both of the kid's arms behind his back. He delighted in seeing Remy twist and turn under the viciously stinging salt water.
Streams of blood clouded the water as Remy kicked and squirmed, trying to get free. His hands scratched frantically at the hands and arms that kept him from getting to the surface. Finally he could hold out no longer. The first couple of gulps of water were painful. His heart beat loudly in his ears, before everything just got so heavy, and peaceful darkness began to claim him. He hoped that he'd see Logan on the other side. Maybe there they could be happy for all time.
'Je t'aime Logan.' It hit him suddenly with amazing clarity as his life spun away, he was in love. He was in love.
'I'm sorry dat I could not save you.'