Title: Black Magick
Authors: Spirit Melody (kat@lsak.fsnet.co.uk) and Firesong (firesong@ukonline.co.uk)
Archive: Quite probably, but please ask both of ours permission.
Disclaimer: We do not own the characters of Logan, Remy, the X-Men or any other Marvel creations featured in this story. Marvel does. We are merely borrowing them for our playtime.
Rating: NC-17 all the way :)
Category: Wolverine/Gambit
Notes and warnings: Extreme violence, non-consensual sex (i.e rape), consensual graphic sex and bucketloads of angst. A lot of bad stuff happens to Remy in this story. That for ppl like us means yay!
Feedback: Yes please!! Always welcomed, all writers thrive on feedback. More feedback = more stories.
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Black Magick - part three
 
Remy stared at the inside of his fridge for what felt like the fiftieth time. He wasn't really that hungry, but the boredom of being kept in the boathouse was driving him to binging. The refrigerator wasn't at all that accommodating either. There wasn't really anything left to eat, except some cold rice from the Chinese the night before, and half a carton of suspicious smelling milk. Oh yeah, Remy LeBeau... Supreme Chief and eater of foods that are fast becoming a new lifeform.
"Dat would make me a cross between Captain Kirk and Delia Smit'd.  One word... Worrying." Remy chuckled to himself.
 
Taking a glance at his watch he was surprised to see it was about 2 o'clock. Could'a sworn it was later dan dat. Shrugging, he picked up his keys and grabbed his leather jacket. It had been a Christmas present from Logan last year. He said it was because Remy could never be seen without his duster on, and Logan wanted to see if Remy had actually become physically attached to it. Pulling it on, he noticed that it seemed a lot bigger than when he first got it. Mind you, so did all his other clothes.
 
He climbed on his bike and rode out of the Mansion grounds. With the wind sweeping by his body, rushing through his silky hair, all boredom quickly dissipated and his thoughts started to wander.
 
As much as he tried to think of more pleasant things, his mind kept coming back to the same thing.  That stupid slip up after his session with Logan that morning. Logan had tried to let it pass, failed miserably and then hoped Remy had been fooled. He hadn't. Logan had seen the fleeting look of fear Remy hadn't been able to suppress. Sure he had moments when memories became all too life-like, but he'd managed to keep them from coming into his eyes and face. He was a master of the poker-face. He'd messed up, and he'd managed to do that with the one X-man who was an expert of body language.
 
When they'd actually been in that position in the brief fight it hadn't actually bothered him that much. The only thing occurring to him, apart from the fact he was losing miserably of course, was how the danger room floor was in need of a good clean. His mind had been focused solely on the fight.
 
But when it was all over and he actually thought about the position he'd been in, Remy couldn't stop his mind flashing back to the many times in his past he'd been forced into that position, but for other reasons...  He just lost it.
 
And for just half a second he'd actually felt like he was there. Back in the labs as a young adult and back on the streets as a kid. Worst of all the things he had been subjected to...  And made to do.
 
Remy shivered violently, and not from the chill of the veracious wind.
 
Pulling his thoughts back to the present Remy slowed his bike down to a stop on the deserted road and looked around himself; figuring out where he'd driven to.  Remy revved the bike up again and headed off to the town nearby.
 
He left it outside the pub which looked relatively busy even at this hour and walked in, craving for some alcohol.
 
He was served quickly and sat down in a private booth, leisurely downing the beer.
 
45 minutes and a few pints later Remy glanced at his watch and groaned. He promised Logan he'd join him for a game of pool. He was never very good at that game. Much preferred the feel of cards in his hands, than a pool cue. Logan had insisted he make up the Danger Room performance with a game he knew he'd win. Smiling, he remembered Logan's exact words..  "Ya feelin' lucky punk?  Well... are ya?"  Remy tossed a coin, and guessed at the face.  Correct.  Guess I am feelin' lucky ol' man.
 
He paid the barmaid walking past and tipped generously. Slipping on his jacket, he was pleased that Logan had bought it for him. He would have been too hot in his regular duster. He walked out the pub feeling comfortably intoxicated; only slightly tipsy - he could handle his drink pretty well unless it was champagne.
 
Before he could get to the door though, a strong arm curled around his slim waist and he was pulled into the room housing the pool table before his alcohol numbed senses could tell him to react.
 
The door was slammed shut behind him and he was given a hard shove. It was meant to propel him towards the floor but he landed hard against the pool table instead. He turned and looked towards the guy who had pulled him in the room.
 
He was tall, ugly, very well built and muscular. Did I mention ugly? Remy mumbled to himself. His two mates hovering around him were just as bad.
 
"Hey prettyboy; weren't going anywhere were you? We saw ya sitting on yer own. Looked lonely like." said the guy, an evident sneer in his words.  His friends chuckled.
 
Quickly Remy checked his shields which held his charm power inactive. They were up and holding tight. He took a step towards the door, the other man stood in front of it.
 
"Look mon ami. Why don' y' jus' let me out dat door? Save us all a lot o' trouble."
 
"Ah don't think so." One of the other guys answered.
 
Quick as a flash two of the guys advanced upon Remy; too quick for them not to be mutants. He felt his legs pulled out from beneath him and he came crashing to the floor - his head hitting the floorboards with a resounding crack.
 
His vision blurred a bit but he didn't feel any blood against his scalp so he guessed he couldn't have hurt it that badly.
 
They grabbed his arms and legs and pulled him to his feet. Pushing him face down onto the pool table, Remy could hear one of them fumbling with his belt. Realising the time for any nice negotiations was over he slammed his head back into the guy's face, before turning to deliver a flurry of blows. They both fell to the floor; one unconscious, the other trying to keep quiet whilst blood poured from his nose through his fingers.
 
The guy still standing at the door didn't flee from the room or rush over to help his mates. He just laughed. Remy looked up at him, wishing he had his bo-staff with him instead of just his cards; which were pretty useless in this situation if he wanted to be discreet.
 
He walked towards the door again. Instead of barring his way the other man moved seemingly pleasantly out of the way, allowing Remy an escape. Remy guessed it was a bluff but didn't do anything about it. As his hand was on the door handle the guy grabbed it around the wrist and pinned Remy back up against the wall with his body giving the Cajun no room to struggle. He held both of Remy's wrists in both of his hands; grasping them tightly but not hard enough to cause any damage.
 
Remy's breath quickened in fear as he felt the man brush his erection against Remy's thigh.
 
"That wasn't very nice what ya did over there to my buddies, but I admire your spirit." The man whispered into Remy's ear.
 
Then he pressed his lips hard against Remy's, bruising them with the force.
 
Remy shoved back hard but the man was stronger and effectively held him place with the weight and structure of his entire body.
 
Putting both of Remy's wrists into his right hand while still capturing Remy's mouth with his own the guy used his left hand to undo all the buttons of Remy's soft dark red shirt.
 
Remy thrashed back against him with renewed effort but still the guy didn't budge.
 
The man scraped his fingernails lightly down the younger man's chest; then slipping down further to caress satiny skin over slight hips and toying with the band of Remy's worn jeans.
 
In desperation Remy took the bottom lip of his attacker's mouth into his own. He bit down hard and felt the coppery tang of another's blood in his mouth. Disgusted he spat it out as the guy moved away from him in shock, gingerly fingering his bleeding lip.
 
The guy lunged forward with a fist which was easily dodged. Remy punched the guy hard in the stomach, quickly followed by knee to the face.  The attacker fell to the floor where he lay groaning.
 
Without a second thought Remy ran out of the room and out the pub. Only pausing for a few seconds to do his shirt up before jumping onto his bike and riding swiftly away.
 
After he was a little distance away he brought the bike to a stand still and lowered his face letting his hair cover it, forcing himself to get his harsh breathing under control. Dat was not my fault. Dey started it. He could feel his face was all hot, a large lump appeared in his throat and tears were threatening to come. He took deep breaths and pushed it away. You're fine Rems. Get a hold of yourself. When he believed he had composed himself well enough he took off again for the mansion, hoping that a while in the hot sauna would calm his nerves.