Title: Black Magick
Authors: Spirit Melody (kat@lsak.fsnet.co.uk) and Firesong (firesong@ukonline.co.uk)
Archive: Sure, 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.
 
Extra warning ~ Graphic rape scene, no under 18's, no homophobes, no one with a weak stomach.
 
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Black Magick - part nine
 
Logan regained consciousness. The thick, stifling blackness that had engulfed him slowly receeded to pain, nausea and much too bright lights. In trying to sit up, he started to wished he hadn't. Searing pain spread through his chest, causing him to stifle a groan.
 
'Damn; that collar.. my healing factor ain't workin'.'
 
Opening his eyes just a bit, then fully when he saw he wasn't being watched, he realised that at some point Creed had dragged him into the boathouse's main bedroom. Turning his head just a fraction he saw the tall thick body of Sabretooth hunched over the still form of Remy on the bed.
 
He seemed unharmed, but he didn't like the fact that Remy wasn't showing any outward signs of life. Logan tried testing the bonds around his wrists. The bones in his left wrist were broken, his right felt fractured. His feet were also tied, and almost any movement he made, just served to tighten the rope, and cause him more pain.
 
Creed sat on Remy's hips, pinning the small wrists together above the Cajun's head. Logan could almost see Creed salivating over the Cajun. Grabbing a glass of water from the bedside table, Sabretooth emptied it over the Cajun's face, causing him to cough, and open his eyes.
 
"Hey there pretty boy." Creed smiled. Sheer panic grabbed Remy in it's icy hold. The Cajun tried bucking, and squirming under Creed, trying to get free, but his head hurt, and Creed was far too heavy. Victor just roared with laughter.
 
He grabbed a handful of the Cajun's hair, and forced him to look to where Logan lay.
 
"Quieten down boy, or I might have ta start rippin' one of ya open. Two guesses who it'll be." Remy forced himself to stop, and relax under Creed's grasp. Yet he couldn't stop the silent tremors which went through his body, he didn't want not to fight, but he definitely didn't want to see Logan hurt. Especially by Creed.
 
"Don' hurt 'im eh? You wan' me, den let 'im go." Remy remained passive.
 
"Why should I?" Creed slowly scratched a line down the Cajun's side. His eyes remained locked on Remy's face. Perverse enjoyment made his insides twitch, as he saw the pain and force of control cross Remy's face.
 
"I'm in the mood ta play, and as ya can see Logan's kinda tied up right now, so I guess you'll have ta do."
 
Creed released him, and climbed off the bed. Remy rolled off the other side and stood back against the wardrobes.
 
"Let's have a game of cat and mouse. Ya have ten seconds ta get runnin' boy, then I come'a callin'."
 
Creed loved to play this game. Loved to hunt. Besides, the Cajun smelt and tasted so much better when fear boarding on sheer terror stepped in.
 
"Wha' about Logan? You let him go, and den we play non?" Remy tried to stay calm.
 
"I don't think so." Creed bent down and grabbed a handful of Logan's hair, so that his entire torso was off the floor. Logan growled in pain.  "He's my insurance that ya don't leave the house, and ya do as yer god-damned well told." He threw Logan hard against the wall, laughing at the groan that was forced from the Canadian.
 
"Rules are simple. You beat me, ya get to live. If not.....Well I'm sure ya know what I mean kid."
 
Remy struggled to fight the urge to run to Logan's side. He hated playing this game with Creed. It reminded him of all the times he'd played it with the Marauders so many years ago. It was unfair then, and unfair now. But then, when was life ever fair. He nodded to Creed in resignation.
 
"Now there's a good Catholic boy." Creed teased. More memories from when Remy was younger threatened to come back. Memories of a man in black, telling him it was a secret between them and God. That God always rewarded boy's who did as they were told.
 
"Dat's enough Creed!" Remy forced himself back to the situation in hand, "I'll play dis game wid you, but leave Logan outta dis."
 
Creed shook his head. "My game, my rules. The clock starts tickin' Cajun. Ya better start runnin'."
 
Remy streaked past him, and headed straight upstairs. The boathouse had four floors, two sets of staircases. Hopefully, he could lure Creed to the top floor, injure him enough to get enough time, to grab Logan, and get the hell out of the place.
 
Creed started to count, "Eins... Zwei... Drei..." Each number was accentuated with a kick to Logan's stomach. Each one harder than the first. Soon Logan was coughing up blood; adamantium lined bones or not. "Don't worry runt. I'm gonna make yer Cajun bleed too, and if yer real good...  I'll even make sure ya can watch."
 
"You... touch him Cr-Creed. Yer gonna p-pay." Logan spat in Creed's face. Spittle mixed with blood slowly ran down the side of his face. Creed wiped it off angrily, flashing a condescending grin at Logan.
 
"We'll see." Creed laughed, "Acht.  Neun.  Zehn. Ready or not pretty boy, here I come."
 
Logan closed his eyes and hoped that the Cajun could get out of this. Yet again the Cajun was in trouble, and where were the X-Men?  Nowhere to be seen. Despite the pain in his wrists, Logan started to work on the ropes. He wouldn't let Remy down. Not if he could help it.  Upstairs, he heard Remy scream, and a loud crash of someone hitting the floor hard. Logan worked faster.
 
Remy thundered up the last few steps on the second flight of stairs. Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, Creed suddenly grabbed his ankle, pulling back hard. Remy's chin hit the first step, and blood started to fill his mouth from where he'd accidentally bitten his tongue.   Sheer desperation and a sudden adrenaline rush helped him to grab onto the banister, and kick out hard with his free foot.
 
Creed fell back down the stairs, blood flowing freely from his nose, and with stars in his eyes. Remy pulled himself up the last few steps, and turned to see Creed laying prone, momentarily dazed at the bottom of the second flight of stairs. Thinking quickly, he pushed the chest of drawers that was next to him down the stairs.
 
Hearing the thunder of the drawers falling towards him, Creed had no choice but to roll left, and down the first set of stairs. He landed at the bottom, with more bruises and a sprained wrist. Fortunately, his healing factor was working double time, and by the time he reached the top of the second set of stairs, he was totally healed up.
 
"I like the way ya play Cajun. What else ya got up yer sleeve?" He sniffed and moved through the first bedroom.
 
Remy pulled himself up into the loft, there were plenty of things up there for him to hide in, but hiding was not what he had planned. He climbed over the boxes, and abandoned items. He nearly screamed as his hand squelched into a spiders nest. Hundreds of small spiders crawled over his hand, and he had to brush them off quickly before slipping down through a small cavity between some large boxes.
 
"I 'ate spiders. De first t'ing you're doin' when dis is all over Remy, is coming up here wid a blow torch." He tried to remain calm. He knew the small window was back here, it was just a question of where. He noticed a small ray of light to his left, and squeezed through the last set of crates. First time his rapid weight loss had come in handy. He could hear Creed coming up the loft's ladder. He could hear that laugh, that made his insides quiver and his skin crawl.
 
Remy opened the small window, and wiggled out, onto the inch wide ledge. He knew that the small space outside wouldn't have usually accommodated his weight. It wouldn't even take Jubilee's weight. That's when it suddenly occurred to him, just how much weight he had lost.
 
The small ledge groaned, and pieces of plaster from the edges crumbled. The ledge wouldn't hold him for much longer. For a fraction of a second, Remy contemplated heading back inside. The next window was too far to go before his footing gave way, and he would plummet to the hard gravel below. It was only the sound of Creed snarling, and smashing up the boxes inside that made him press on.
 
He shimmied slowly across. The wind was up, and pushed at him hard, whipping thick strands of hair around his face. He got to the corner of the building, and slowly edged his way round. The clouds in the sky moved, and the sunlight hit him straight in the eyes. Blinding, agonizing pain shot straight through his eyes and he might have cried out, he didn't know. Clinging to the building with his fingertips, he had to turn his head away, effectively making the climb blind. More precious seconds slipped past, the ledge was starting to groan, and Remy could do nothing but reach out to the window ledge, his fingers grasping desperately. He edged closer to get a better handhold. He tried turning his head to see, but yet again the bright sunlight made him turn back. Even the light on his eyelids was painful.
 
He edged still closer, but the ledge gave way, and Remy started to fall. A strong hand grabbed his wrist. The sudden stop in his descent wrenched his shoulder hard as tendons tore. Looking up, he saw the face of Creed smiling down at him.
 
"Come ta daddy little boy." He sneered. Remy kicked and struggled as Creed started to pull him up. Looking below him he saw the blue water of the lake below.
 
"I don't t'ink so kitty, I was never really a daddy's boy anyway. 'ow about a swim instead." He braced his feet on the wall, grabbed Creed with both his wrists, and pulled.
 
They hit the water hard, flowing blood mixed with the water to give an almost marbled effect. Remy kicked out, getting Creed in the face. His lungs screamed for air, but Sabretooth wouldn't let go of his wrists. Remy kicked out again, but in response Creed just grabbed his ankles. They were a mass of arms, and legs when they bobbed to the surface. Remy gasped for air, just as Victor did.
 
Creed grabbed a handful of hair, and pulled Remy under the water. Taking a deep breath himself, he ducked under, pulling the Cajun deeper. Remy struggled with even more force and trepidation, feeling an oncoming pressure in his ears. Creed dug his claws hard into the Cajun's shoulder. The bone ground, and Remy couldn't help but scream. Hundreds of bubbles headed to the surface. Creed wrapped his arms around the Cajun, and swam deeper. He had been trained in fighting under the water, it was obvious the Cajun had not. Remy was a survivor though, and had spent years on the streets, he was going to lose his mind to fear. He'd use anything he had in a situation like this, and he did. He bit Creed in the neck and scratched bloody rivets down his face with short but sharp fingernails. He pulled his body closer together, giving him enough freedom of movement to jab his knee hard into Creed's stomach. In retaliation, Creed let go of one of the Cajun's arms. Remy was getting weaker anyway because of the serious lack of needed oxygen. Using the now free hand Sabretooth hit the Cajun on his right, over his ribcage, one of the most powerful hits he'd given yet. He smiled, delighted in the tangible feel of fragile bones breaking under his titanic force.
 
Creed revelled in feeling Remy's desperate struggles, holding the young Cajun's body close to his own, and was almost disappointed when they ceased shortly after. It was only then he returned to the surface, and dragged Remy's body onto the dock. The Cajun's hair covered his face, and his breathing had stopped. Creed looked down at him. Using his foot to roll Remy on his side, Creed smiled before kicking the Cajun reasonably hard in the ribs, left side this time.
 
Water was quickly coughed up, and the Cajun rolled onto his belly. His head hurt, his lungs felt like they were on fire. The pain quickly spread to his hair when Creed grabbed a handful, and dragged him backwards towards the boathouse. Remy could do nothing but grasp at Creed's hands and scream.
 
Logan looked up to find Creed throwing a soaking wet Cajun onto the bed.
 
"Oh yeah, I had fun runt. Pity yer Cajun's not up ta water sports."
 
A backhand across Logan's face quickly followed. He'd made no success in getting himself untied, and could do nothing but watch helplessly as Creed shredded the soaked clothing from the shivering Cajun.
 
'I'm sorry darlin'' Logan thought to himself. 'I'm sorry I failed ya too.'
 
Creed straddled Remy without using all of his weight but enough for the anxious Cajun to feel the pressure. Logan's stomach lurched as he smelt the pheromones coming off Sabretooth and he realised what the mutant was intending to do.
 
Lifting his weight off of Remy, Creed flipped the younger mutant onto his stomach, straddling him again Creed viciously pulled Remy's arms behind his back and bound them with strips of leather at the wrists. After he'd done this he pulled the bounds tighter, enjoying the shudder that passed through the Cajun's body and vibrated nicely against his groin. Gambit didn't make a sound, not even when Creed lent forward and licked off the blood that had trickled around his wrists.
 
Creed began to speak to the seething Logan as he ran his claws like fingers through the wet red hair falling over Remy's shoulders.
 
"See runt, I've been waitin' a long time ta get my hands on this kid again. Just had t' wait 'til Essex wanted him back, an' now he's all mine."
 
Sabretooth growled possessively, pulling on Remy's hair until silken strands came away in his hands. He looked over again at Logan and both saw and smelt the ferocious rage the Canadian was emanating.
 
'Even more angry than I'd have thought, if that's possible' thought the Marauder; in just a second's glance he studied Wolverine in depth, saw the rage, horror, hate and disgust in his eyes but also something else - some feeling the animal in Logan was feeeding. Finally figuring the whole situation out Creed smirked. 'Some part of the runt wants t' be in the exact same position I am now, wants ta do what I'm about t' do. An' that just adds ta the fun.'
 
He stroked his hand down Remy's back marvelling at the soft, light golden skin. He could hear the young man's heart beating in terror.
 
'Everything this Cajun keeps doin' just makes my cock harder.'
 
"Made for fuckin' that's all ya are." Creed laughed, and the fear from the Cajun just intensified.
 
He took out a piece of strong black silk from the back pocket of his jeans and pulled Remy's head up by a hand around his neck. He forced open Remy's jaw and yanked hard again on his hair when Remy bit down on the fingers evading his mouth. Sabretooth placed the silk in Remy's mouth and tied it at the back of his head, preventing the Cajun from speaking but not from making noises.
 
Creed let his hands slip lower, pushing one or two fingers inside the Cajun's tight hole, he started to finger fuck him, and enjoyed the muffled pain-filled whimper his actions evoked.
 
'Gotta know yer luck when they're so tight it's hurts 'em when yer just usin' fingers.'
 
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Remy fought down the panic rising in him. He couldn't stop the shudders that passed through him everytime Creed touched his skin.
 
'Can' believe it's happenin' again. Oh Dieu, I don' t'ink I can bear it.'
 
His wrists felt like they were on fire and he could hardly feel his hands anymore. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead and he struggled even more ferociously under the crushing weight of Creed.
 
He heard Sabretooth speak above him through the blood rushing in his ears.
 
"Now *Logan*" the mutant almost hissed the X-Man's name, "I'm figurin' both of ya know just what I'm about ta do. And that neither of you can stop me. But if I ever see that yer eyes ain't fixed on me an' the kid runt - well, it'll be a *lot* more painful fer Remy here." said Creed, ramming Remy's head into the pillow and smothering him for a second to accentuate his words.
 
A growl with the promise of enough violence to kill you twenty times over was the only reply Sabretooth got; the only reply he really expected to get.
 
Remy suddenly felt doubly worse, as Creed's fingers moved deeper, harder.
 
'Bad 'nough Creed's doin' dis - but t' make Logan watch! Merde he gonna lose any respect f' me he has, but worse dan dat he'll never probably even talk t' me again.'
 
Above him Creed continued talking while making reasonably shallow cuts with his other hand over Remy's naked back. Again just really addressing Logan.
 
"I wouldn't worry yerself that much runt. Kid's a whore, he should be used ta it by now, no matter what he says or does, little bitch really wants this."
 
'Yeah right' thought Sabretooth privately, 'If the kid really did want this it wouldn't be nearly as much fun. But emotional pain just adds ta the thrill of the physical.'
 
Creed was rock hard at this point, he wanted nothing more than to just fuck the kid right there and then but he knew he had to savour the moment, tell Wolverine the things Remy probably least wanted him to hear, especially if they were just getting into a new relationship.
 
'And it's about time LeBeau learnt just who owns his pretty little tight ass.'
 
"S'all true" Creed continued, "the pretty whore's been lettin' any guys have his ass since he was a kid; only then they had ta pay. What was the going rate then, huh?" asked Creed, speaking to Remy for the first time, "Just 40 bucks weren't it?"
 
Remy bit his lip hard to stop from crying, tasting his own blood. He couldn't believe Logan knew. Couldn't believe that Logan now knew that what half of the X-Men thought of him as was actually true.
 
' 'm just a whore.'
 
Sabretooth grinned as he sensed the surprise and shock coming from Logan. And disbelief he realised.
 
'Thinks I'm just makin' this all up.'
 
His cock was painful now, and begged to be released from the confines of his jeans. Sabretooth allowed the slight discomfort, it just heightened the anticipation of what came next.
 
He forced the struggling Cajun into a kneeling position. Releasing his own cock Creed grabbed Remy's hips, holding tightly enough to give bruises, and he positioned the tip of his already weeping cock to Remy's entrance. He thrust in immediately and Remy screamed, his insides being torn and blood slipping down his legs. He sobbed into the pillow, feeling like he was being ripped apart.
 
Sabretooth stilled for just a second, wonderful sensations flooding his body and mind as he tore through the Cajun's tight passage. He withdrew then thrust in again, very slightly more smoothly this time, lubricated by Remy's blood. If anything though, the scream he got this time was even more agonized. He'd forgotten just how fucking tight Remy was and he pounded mercilessly into the Cajun until, with a loud growl reverberating from deep inside his chest, he came, his semen mixing with blood in Remy's body.
 
Catching his breath and putting both arms either side of Remy to stop from crashing down on top of him Creed shuddered from the powerful orgasm. He withdrew from Remy and zipped his jeans back up, standing up from the blood splattered bed and flashing a grin at Logan. He drew the blanket on the bed around the half unconscious Gambit and lifted the trembling figure effortlessly into his arms.
 
Regarding Logan with one last mocking look, Sabretooth exited the boathouse and walked calmly out into the cool air of the outside. Remy's head fell lightly against his chest as the Cajun descended into full oblivion, and spotting Logan's jeep, Creed placed the Cajun in the passenger seat and drove off.
 
Back inside the boathouse Logan shook with rage. He cursed Creed and he cursed the collar round his neck, and he cursed his own body for getting aroused when the man he loved was being brutally raped by his one true nemesis. And he feared for Remy and prayed he got him back soon; and alive.