Part 3
 

Author: Sirene
Fandom: X-men
Pairing Part 3: Julien / Remy
Rating: NC 17 for non-consensual situations
Note: Bear with me, this part is certainly... twisted
Oh, and we're still in my AU ^_-
Archiving: E-mail me please
Disclaimer: Okay, once again: I make no money with my writing and the main
characters belong to Marvel
 
 
 

After what seemed an eternity but was scarcely more than half an hour, Kei
returned with a doctor whom Julien recognized from various infamous
occasions, mostly when johns had been overeager-to put it mildly- with one
or the other of the club's hookers.
Julien sighed to himself. This man, he knew, charged high fees for his
services and even higher ones for his discreetness. With his father's pet,
the club's very mascot, being the recipient of both, this was going to get
damned expensive.
Kei rushed over to greet him, while the doctor kept his place on the small
steps that led into the yard, which Julien had been pacing ever since he
left Remy.
“Jul – uhm, Mr. Boudreaux, I hope Dr. Lavin is fine with you!” Kei panted,
still slightly out of breath, his eyes full of fear for his mutant friend.
“Merci, Kei. Y' can get back t' work now.” Julien turned to walk over and
welcome the doctor, but was stopped in his tracks by Kei's delicate hand on
his arm.
“But – won't you tell me what's wrong with Remy? Can I go see him, please?”
Julien looked at the smaller man wide eyed. He couldn't recall Kei had ever
dared to speak up to him so boldly, more so to mention his friendship with
Remy when he knew it was tolerated in silent agreement, but could be
forbidden any given moment.
“I said back t'work, petit! As for de mutie he non of y' business anymore.
It's y' own damned fault he's sick, y' brought dat john 'ere a few nights
ago, eh? Seems he's come back an' taken good care of yer precious Remy.
Seems y' no such good ami after all, eh, y' dumb doll?!”
Kei's dark eyes grew big with shock.
“No- please, that's not true! It's not my fault- oh shit, Remy!” Kei's words
were barely audible and even if he heard them, Julien didn't bother as he
rushed off, leaving the young hustler alone in his confusion. Miserably, Kei
tried to fight back the remorse which Julien's lie hadn't failed to waken.

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Not allowed to attend to the doctor's examination, Julien impatiently paced
the hallway, waiting for the man to return and tell him Remy would be fine
again. How could the doctor possibly need so much time to check on the
little mutant? Julien wondered what Dr. Lavin would think, if he could guess
who had been the one to rape Remy – damn, he couldn`t even recall if he had
untied Remy's hands or not- would the doctor know it had been him? Would he?
Julien buried his face in his hands and fought back the urge to cry.
Suddenly, the door of his room opened behind him. Quickly, Julien
straightened his back and turned to face the doctor, struggling to remain
calm.
The older man's face betrayed no emotion as he climbed down the stairs next
to the young assassin. His voice sounded calm as he spoke.
It seemed for the doctor, a case like Remy`s was simple routine. Briefly,
Julien wondered how often Dr. Lavin was called to see to abused hustlers who
were scarcely more than children, how often one actually had to witness the
damage done by rape and violence to be so completely emotionless about it.
Gathering all his courage, Julien finally asked the doctor the one question
that had tortured him over the last hours.
“How`s de boy? Will he be alright?”
“Nothing to worry about, Monsieur Boudreaux! The little one is asleep now.
I had to give him some stitches, but he should heal soon. He will have a few
scars I fear- but nothing to defile his beautiful face - nothing that
will... interfere with his job really.” The doctor chuckled slightly.
“There`s one gash in his right calf which was obviously inflicted by a
knife- that one will leave a scar, for example. Basically, the boy has been
lucky. I still suggest y' don't let him work for the next three weeks at
least. Coming to speak of it - I didn't know the boy was working at all- no
small a sensation one actually gets to buy your club's little diable blanc
by now, is it not?”
Julien smirked as he got the hint. It was time for payment.
“Bien, doctor, we don' sell him yet. I'd appreciate it if tonight's lil'
accident remained a secret between y' an me.”
“An accident-” the older man chuckled. “Y' father shouldn't know either, I
assume?”
“As I said, only de two of us would know about dis.”
“And the little hooker who brought me here!”
“De boy don' count. Do we 'ave an understanding, docteur?”
“It costs you a bit more than usually in this particular case, Boudreaux.
But as you obviously are a young man with a taste for the exotic, you're
certainly aware such preferences tend not to be cheap. So, if you're willing
to pay my price, I never saw the little demon in your very bed, his wrists
still bruised from bindings, raped mercilessly.”
Julien felt as if every drop of blood froze in his veins. This man had
complete power over him with his knowledge. He secretly cursed his own weak
nerves - maybe Remy would have recovered in time and no one would ever have
guessed what he had done to the young mutant! Everything could have been
fine if only he hadn't panicked and sent Kei after that damned vampire of a
doctor!
“Don' worry bout anything, I'll pay! What do y' think 'bout his state
really? Have y' told me everythin`?”
“Why wouldn't I, mon ami? As I said, the boy will get over it. I've seen
worse.”
“When I - I found him, he seemed so confused - will dat ease up as well?”
Even after the doctor had made it perfectly clear he knew who had been the
one to rape Remy, Julien couldn't find it in him to admit what he had done.
The older man quirked an eyebrow at him in amusement before he answered.
“Well, the boy has a shock! Listen to a doctor's advice, Julien Boudreaux:
Your Remy is a frail little wretch and if you'd like to enjoy him in the
future, you better be more careful with him. As for now, I'm sure he'll be
alright with some rest and the medicine I'll leave you for his use. Now
let's get the financial part over with, shall we?” Julien nodded in defeat
and lead the doctor to his father's study. He would need a good plan to
replace the money before his father would come back to town and undoubtedly
notice Julien had taken it. But he could always think about that later, for
now all he wanted was to get rid of the doctor as fast as possible.

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Once Dr. Lavin had left, Julien's curiosity won over his fear and he hurried
back to his room.
Slowly he entered and without turning on the light, Julien made his way over
to his bed. Moonlight and the cold glow of a street lantern illuminated the
scene fairly enough. Julien couldn't see Remy's face - it was hidden between
soiled sheets and a tangled mess of auburn hair - but the boy seemed to be
sleeping rather peacefully. With a caution mocking his earlier violence,
Julien lifted Remy out of the bed. The young mutant only stirred a bit,
apparently sedated too much to wake up at the disturbance. For a moment
Julien held the boy close to his chest, marveling at the delicate beauty
that was left so helplessly at his mercy, before lowering him onto the huge
leather sofa occupying the far end of his room. He changed the stained
bedsheets as quickly as he could, before his bad conscience could gain the
better of him. Damned, he was an assassin anyways! What use did he have for
second thoughts?
When the bed was ready, Julien scooped Remy up in his arms once again.
Carefully, he lay the frail body onto the mattress. Remy gave a slight moan,
obviously he was still too drained to be moved around so much.
“Shush!” Julien slowly ran a finger over the boy's bruised lips. Once he was
undressed, he lay down next to Remy, pulling him close and covering the both
of them with the clean, fresh sheets. Like that, one could almost imagine
this entire evening had been nothing more but a terrifying nightmare. In
fact, Julien badly craved comforting himself by pretending he had never
violated Remy in the basest of manners. But Remy's unnaturally hot skin was
a constant reminder of the boy's discomfort, for now it seemed he was
running a fever. A bad fever at that, which had thoroughly chased away the
icy coldness that had scared Julien so much a few hours ago.
Frowning, Julien brushed the stray strands of auburn out of Remy's face,
wanting a closer look at his features..
“Let... go!” The boy's voice was so low and shaky that Julien hardly
understood his words. His hand stopped in its movement, surprised that Remy
had come back to his senses so suddenly.
“Y' sleep now, petit!” Julien muttered in lack of wittier words.
“Ain't ever... gonna forgive y' ... y' bastard!” Remy hissed and struggled
to get away from Julien, to bring whatever slight distance he could achieve
between himself and the older youth.
“Who says ah care for your forgiveness anyways, slut? Now shut up before I
make you!” bracing himself on his arms, Julien caught the flinching boy
underneath him.
Even in the dim light that filled the room he could notice the panicked
expression in Remy's disturbing eyes.
“Non!” Softly uttered, as if the mere notion of being trapped beneath
Julien's stalwart body had slain every bit of will power Remy had left.
Julien grinned down at his captive, once more awed by the power he had over
the boy who used to be his foe and was now brought down to not much more
than a sex toy.
“Whether or not ain't no choice of yours, Remy. Non more. Maintenant it
should be crystal, even for y', dat y're my property, petit. Mine t' do wit'
whatever and whenever I please.”
A single tear ran down Remy's cheek as he turned his head away to escape
Julien's lewd gaze. What a shame it was to be so utterly helpless, to feel
the dull throbbing pain between his legs constantly reminding him of what he
had been reduced to in merely one night: To Julien's whore.
Remy had thought things couldn't get any worse, but it seemed with every
year he got older, his life became all the more miserable. More tears
streaked down his face, but he tried his best not to make a single sound. He
didn't want to lie there sobbing, caught in this mockery of an embrace. Why,
why did he have to appeal to Julien? What had he ever done to deserve this?
“Y' look cute when y're crying... mais y' needn't play all innocent. It's
your own fault I couldn't stay in control! Y've been provoking me too long,
y' lil' whore, bewitching me, I bet. Y're not even human, nothin' but some
twisted witch brat dat should've been killed right after birth. Y' should be
grateful dat we've let y' live until now, useless as you are. It's only fair
y' repay me wit' yer body an' I tell y', petit, y' should be eager t' please
me!”
Julien's words poured down on Remy like a cold torrent. Not even human...
yes, Julien was right. Who had ever wanted him? Most certainly not his
parents who had abandoned him, nor the people at the orphanage he had run
from, neither most of the street kids he had tried to befriend. Only Jean -
Luc and the guild. But they didn't care about him any longer, did they? What
use was there in keeping up the struggle he had been fighting every single
day since he had been brought to this cursed place; what use for the vain
efforts to preserve the last bits of his tattered pride?
Fighting had finally seemed rewarding again when he had met Logan, when
freedom had been so close. But the man, no matter how kind he had been so
far, wouldn't want Remy now that he had been so utterly disgraced by both
Julien's deed and his own failure to prevent it.
“Did y' hear me, brat?” Julien shook him hard, digging his nails in the pale
flesh of Remy's shoulders.
Remy forced his eyes to meet with Julien's.
“Oui.” It wasn't much more than a whisper.
Julien quirked an eyebrow, or at least so it seemed in the twilight of the
room.
“Den repeat what I said! Who's t' blame for all dat happened tonight?”
Remy bit his bottom lip in despair. He felt so hot and dizzy, and strangely
enough, Julien's cruel words hurt nearly as bad as blows. Not the mere
words, but somehow he felt his whole being filled with hatred and a violent
passion that wasn't his own. It was a scary feeling and Remy thought for a
brief moment that maybe he was going insane. A backhanded slap across his
face brought him back to reality.
“Answer me! Who's t' blame for all dis?”
“Me.”
“So, d' I treat y' wrong?”
“Non.”
“Y' want it, eh?Y' like it even!”
Remy stared up at his aggressor, oddly unable to avert his gaze, or scramble
away to protect himself, as some more blows rained down on him. The coppery
taste of his own blood filled his mouth once more, his resistance vanished
altogether, when Julien's hand snaked between his legs, his eager fingers
pushing against already torn flesh. Stars danced behind Remy's eyes and with
all the power he had left he cried out, mindlessly pleading with the other
youth to stop the assault.
“Oui! Oui! I wanted it, it's all my fault, s'il te plait, please...please,
I'll do anything...”
“I bet y' will, little whore!” Chuckling, Julien spread Remy's legs apart.
It was starting again.
 

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Why did he have to wake up at all? Remy couldn't quite remember when he had
fallen asleep, but he could recall in painful accuracy how Julien had
ravished his body until he virtually couldn't feel anything anymore. This
emptiness had been so frightening, and it still hadn`t ceased, even now Remy
felt numb. Forcing his eyes fully open, he turned his head to look outside
the window. A light blue sky. Tattered clouds chasing after each other. A
bird now and then. It seemed windy.
// wind playing in my hair as I run after mon père//
Nothingness.
More clouds.
Dusk.
Stars.
The sound of the door opening, Julien's voice. A wet rag swung in his face.
// flinchin' 'way cause it's so cold and just feels s' icky //
Julien's laughter as he walked out of the room again.
// clutchin' de rag in my hand – don' know if I should just let go of it or
if I should use it mebbe but I can' bring myself t' it an' what's de point
in it anyway //
Night bringing back Julien to the room, scolding him, forcing him to take
some medicine.
// Julien leavin me alone an' I wonder why he doesn't stay an' force me
'gain, an' I'm so tired an' if it wasn't so bad t' wake up again next
mornin' I'd be so glad t' sleep... sleep an' escape all dis for some time...
sleep //

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When he came to himself again, sunlight flooded the room, the window stood
slightly open and as much as he wanted to withdraw from reality, as he
wanted to go back to the haze he had been lost in, Remy still knew he was
better now. It was likely he had had run a fever of sorts. The medicine and
the time to rest which Julien had given him had appeased it obviously.
Remy propped himself up on his elbows and hissed at the pain that ran
through his body. Every little part of it seemed to hurt. Slowly, he managed
to lift himself enough off the bed to lean against the headboard. Shame
flushed the young mutant's cheeks as he realized it was impossible to really
get into a sitting position without pain darkening his vision. He curled
himself up into a tight ball, nestled against the carvings he all to well
remembered being bound to. When had it been? Three or already four nights
ago? Maybe less? Remy had lost track of the time. He recalled being awake
every now and then and so he figured he had been in that same bed for
several days now. Not all of the time though... pulling his legs closer to
himself protectively, Remy remembered being fed with some soup that wouldn't
stay down the first time he tried to swallow it, and the shame he had felt
when Julien had dragged him to the bathroom to let him relieve himself.
No, he wasn't a man anymore, in no respect. He was an animal at best.
“Hey, petit! Finally doin' better? Y' were no fun de last days, ah can
tell!”
Remy hadn't even heard Julien enter the room, too wrapped up in his bitter
thoughts. His face was turned away from the door and he didn't make the
effort to look at his tormentor. In a way it was strange to feel so calm.
Not to care any longer if he was hit or shaken or yelled at. The only thing
that could hurt him still was being raped and for a brief moment Remy
wondered if maybe he could get used to that as well.
Julien's face came in view as he sat on his heels next to the bed. This
familiar face.
// He's hardly older dan me! How can he be so cruel 'ready? How can y' be an
assassin an a rapist an' be scarcely more dan nineteen years old? //
“What goes on in dere?” Julien asked, nudging a knuckle against Remy's
forehead.
“Huh? What 'r y' thinking 'bout? How t' cast some dark magics on me, witch
brat?”
The red on black eyes didn't even flicker and growing tired of Remy's
listlessness, Julien grabbed the boy's lean shoulders and shook him so hard
that he literally could hear the younger one's teeth rattle.
“Not thinkin' anythin' at all, me!” Remy finally managed to cry out.
He felt dizzy as he was dropped back onto the mattress.
“Y' gonna be in de late show tonight, petit.”
Remy looked at the older youth dumbfounded. He seriously doubted he could
even stand on his own two feet; how could he possibly be on stage?
“Been lazy long enough, mutie. De regulars miss y' an de new clients feel
tricked if dey don' get t' see de club's pet demon.” Julien reached out and
tugged a stray strand of Remy's hair behind his captive's ear.
“Don be 'fraid, petit. I won' sell y' just yet ... but mebbe y'd like it
better if I did? Y' don' seem t' appreciate mah attention, n'est-ce pas?”
Remy's body tensed. There it was again. Pouring inside him like poison,
changing his entire being like a drug would. This strange feeling as if
another mind took control over him- well, not quite a mind, but sensations
that flooded his frightened self. Remy couldn't put a finger on it, but ever
since Julien had ravaged him the first time, that 'thing' happened to him
every now and then. Emotions chasing away his own, becoming his own in fact.
It almost felt like on the day Henri had been killed, when Remy had known,
had ...sensed what had happened long before Julien had told him.
Everything was so confusing. Right now, Remy couldn't think clearly anymore,
reduced to feel, to be a mere receptacle for every wave of emotion that
invaded his soul.
He was afraid but not like he had been before, now he was afraid of being
rejected; he was desperately in love but without any hope to ever see it
fulfilled. Remy stared at Julien, his eyes growing wide in surprise and
shock. Coldness ran through his veins as the soothing feeling of being in
love was overpowered by hatred, for himself, for his loved one – his loved
one - who was Remy. Who was him.
“Stop it, stop it! Non!” Remy cried out in panic, covering his face with his
hands, curling himself up as tight as he could. But how could he find
protection from his own mind? From the tricks it played on him? From the
knowledge he had gained and of which - no matter how much his common sense
doubted it - his heart simply knew it was the truth?
“My, my, if LeBeau can' have his hysterics, he ain' bien, eh?” Julien
taunted.
Suddenly, Remy lowered his hands, the red on black orbs meeting the older
youth's eyes. Tears stained the young mutant's face as he spoke.
“Y' love me, Julien an' still y' have t' hurt me? Why?”
Caught, Julien stared at the other youth, unable to react. Remy's red eyes
pierced him with questions, sorrow and - worst of all- compassion.
When he had recovered, Julien gave Remy the only answer he could come up
with: A backhanded slap across the younger one's handsome face. Remy didn't
even flinch away.
“Dat don' change a thing, Julien. G' ahead! Y' might just as well kill me if
y' like t'. I'm not de one who has anythin' t' lose 'ere!”
In mere seconds, Julien had Remy pinned to the bed, looming above him like a
predator ready t' devour his prey.
“Shut up, Remy! I warn y'!”
“So what? Y' gonna beat mah up again? Or fuck me? Or both?”
“Shut the fuck up, y' whore!”
“Not smart, eh? Reduce de one y' love to a mere toy for yer whims!”
Face pale with rage, Julien pushed the young mutant's thighs apart with his
knee. He captured Remy's wrists in one of his hands and quickly undid his
fly. Stroking his member into full awareness, he positioned himself at
Remy's sore entrance and pushed forward with hurtful intention.
“Dis is what I love, Remy. Dis is all that people will ever want from y',
stupid whore.”
Julien's voice was ragged with desire. Desperately, he slammed himself into
Remy's lean body. There was no resistance met. There were no cries evicted.
But red eyes never ceased to stare up at Julien in wonderment. Julien
increased his pace, uncaring about the pain his renewed assault would cause
on Remy's still sore body.
Remy though almost couldn't feel the pain. He pitied his tormentor, even if
he knew he shouldn't. Whatever he had felt before and would feel afterwards
was not important any longer. Now there was all this desperation, this love
and hatred mingled in one and Remy couldn't help but spread his legs apart a
bit more, granting Julien better access to his most private parts.
Irritation showed in Julien's contorted features and he let go of Remy's
wrists.
Still gazing up at Julien, the young mutant reached up and wrapping his arms
around Julien's sinewy neck, he pulled the older youth down onto him. Julien
eagerly pressed his lips on Remy's soft ones. His thrusts became more gentle
and tears trailed down Julien's cheeks as he broke the kiss and looked down
into Remy's demonic eyes, into crimson drowning him in a world of
compassion and understanding.

Tbc