POWER GAMBIT
Dedicated to BJ, my one fan and guiding light

Logan bends down and adds a final twist to the nipple clamps,
then settles back, enchanted. `There' he thinks, satisfied `Ain't he
pretty? A picture of perfection.'
Remy lays on the bed, arms wide, wrists tied to the rail so as to
force the hands open in surrender – not that they are, they are
two fists of stubbornness – his head thrown back on a pillow,
eyes hidden by a blindfold, mouth silenced by a tight leather
band forcing it open – lips twisted in a silent snarl, but that's a
minor detail – his long greyhound body stretched taut, his
elegant legs spread wide, knees bent back almost to his
shoulders tied to the bedrail with slender steel chains, backside
raised on a pillow presenting to his slightly slavering partner two
juicy globes parted enough to give him a glimpse of his inviting
rosebud, stylish cock and balls entwined in a gold chain that
separates each part of the exquisite sex squeezing each honey
ball apart and slightly raising the long elegantly veined cock,
cruelly snarling the russet pubes. Logan gives the gold chain a
friendly tug – no reaction – a slightly less friendly tug – no
reaction – a yank – Was that a gasp? No hope. With a little sigh
he grabs the ball and rolls them in his hand savouring the feel of
impalpable hairs and hard-soft resilience. This seems to do
nothing for the man bound on the bed, but he cannot seem to let
them go, like a child with a wonderful new toy. Still playing with
his baubles Logan sprawls on his sacrificial victim and bites the
white throat – born for winter, clearly, with its soft enticing
whiteness – drawing blood. The scent of blood engorges his
cock and propels him into a frenzy of biting sucking lapping
drinking sweat and blood like summer wine, his hand squeezes,
teases, the nail flicking and scratching, the other hand grabs a
nipple and pulls it between hungry fingers. Squirming Logan
descends down the breast leaving a trail of spittle, toothmarks
and blood along the rigid body, taut against the restraints, that
doesn't give an inch, does not flinch from the attack or welcome
it. Somewhat deflated he sits back and sighs. `Well', he thinks
`enough foreplay' and spits on his hands. The small sound is all
the warning he gets, locked in a dark world of sounds and tactile
sensations, then Logan's powerful cocks smashes into him. His
restraints and the pillow do not allow any escape, he has to take
all that Logan decides he has to take. The Woverine's throbbing
shaft batters mercilessly at the tight opening until it's suddenly
slamming deep into the other's body. `At last!' is Logan's last
coherent thought as the captive Cajun shudders and twists,
teeth clamping like death on the gag. Logan increases his
thrusts, burying himself deeper and deeper into the shuddering
body. In and in and in and in holding on with teeth and nails
biting scratching twisting pushing in in in in in in, ininininin to a
howling glorious release. Careful not to get his sated member
out of its silken sheath, Logan relaxes on the outraged body and
slowly removes the blindfold and the gag. He listens to the
other's ragged breathing then he sits up a again panting a little,
and looks at his lovely prey. He is met by a venomous look and a
voice that insolently denies all pain, all humiliation. " Are you
quite finished?" and sighs. Lately the boy has taken to speaking
to him in this clipped somewhat British voice in perfect
accentless English. He uses his delightful Cajun with everybody
else, but not Logan. He has accepted readily enough, if
somewhat sulkily, Logan's sexual preferences, but seems
offended by them. He lets Logan call him boy and order him
around in public – even if he doesn't always obey – but in private
Logan has to force him to do anything with all his not
inconsiderable strength and violence. Tonight he's had to
practically strangle him to get him on the bed, yet he doesn't use
his power to defend himself. Logan knows Gambit could blow
him sky high if he wished to, there's no way he could resist a
barrage of exploding objects, hell he could blow up the mansion
sky high, given a little time, but he just stands there, mulishly
refusing to comply, daring Logan to make him obey, make him
surrender. One could be pardoned for thinking he's into extreme
violence, except he so clearly isn't. Logan hasn't yet managed to
coax an orgasm out of him, he seems to be fighting his own
pleasure even when Logan tries a slow and passionate foreplay.
Then during the day Remy goes around parading the bites and
bruises that mark him, has even taken the neck-and-head
pieces off his costumes; but he doesn't show his marks with
pride, he seems to be exhibiting them with an incomprehensibly
arrogant scorn. If that's how he always acted, it's no great
wonder that Sinister has gone to great lengths to hurt him in
every possible way and Sabertooth is goaded in a frenzy of
bloodlust at the mere sight of him. Yes but those are enemies,
Logan is his lover, his master…? – well maybe not quite yet, but
he's getting there, isn't he? – so, a few days ago, after a
particularly frustrating session in bed, he exploded: "If ya hate it
so much why the fuck d'ya do it?". He had got a long stare in
answer, a searching look that had gone uncomfortably deep,
then the austere voice had said: "Because I love you, Logan. And
I want…" but he had stopped at that and added after a second
"No. That you'll have to find out for yourself."
Logan sighs again, coming out of his reverie and Remy seeing
his glazed look has gone repeats patiently "Are you quite
finished?" the Wolverine rubs himself deliberately against his
boy `dammit he's my boy and he knows it and if he doesn't, he'll
know it soon' and growls delightedly feeling his cock rise again
ready for the fray, "No" he says gleefully. Remy makes a sound
like a rrrrrr of pure exasperation and, eyes fulminating, clenches
his whole body, muscle tensed against the inevitable.
*
They are assembling for their usual morning practice in the
danger room. Hank thoughtfully adjusts the collar on Bobby's
neck and says magisterially: "Now remember that you have to
use your initiative during the session, but don't speak unless it's
absolutely necessary and guard my back. Of course I'll guard
yours, but don't be always looking at me for approval. I'll naturally
point out your mistakes after the session. Don't make too many."
Bobby dutifully answers "Yes master" but is hungrily looking at
Remy who's just coming in - sauntering more like - disdaining to
wear uniform, with a skimpy Tshirt and skimpy jeans, bo stick
held loosely in one hand, and thinks "Why can't I be like him?
Why can't I measure up to that?" Rogue and Storm already in,
arms entwined around slender waists, eye the Cajun `Is he
limping?' Slightly worried, Ororo asks her darling "See how he
walks, Rogue mine? He's hurt." "As usual." Rogue nods "What
in the heavens does Logan think he's doing?" "Ah don't know,
dahlin', but Ah don't see the Cajun as a defenceless babe." Ro
nods a bit uncertain and smiles at Remy. "Good morning bro."
She's rewarded by a brilliant smile "Bonjour Stormy, Rogue."
Remy greets them and the French makes the Wolverine grit his
teeth "Shut up!" says roughly and walks into the room. Warren is
the last, as usual. He enters the room sneering and leering at
Bobby and Remy. "And how are the boys? All fucked up as usual,
I see. But wait, where's the third slave?" "Here." Scott's voice is
metallic on the intercom, but the laughter can be heard clearly.
"The third slave is games master this morning, so beware."
Then, concerned "Gambit are you sure you can make it?" "Mais
oui, do not concern yoursel' wit' me, mon capitaine(1)" his voice
is lilting and amused, the Wolverine growls deeper "Shut up!".
"Shall we play sides, Scott?" Storm asks disingenuously
"Yes, why not, but don't go overboard."
Rogue and Storm grin at each other "We won't… much" Rogue
says "Gambit, you're with us `gainst `em, man?"
"Naturellement, of course ma cherie, on your side a corps
perdu(2), no holds barred"
"Shut up!" Logan fairly screams and backhands the smiling
mouth so hard that Remy staggers. An unpleasant stare at
Logan and a gracious bow to the ladies and Gambit moves to
join them, the limp suddenly noticeable.
"No way, ladies" the Wolverine snarls "He's mine."
"We asked first" Storm calmly says "and now he's ours."
Up in the control cabin Scott grins, they're all mad bad and
dangerous, but none more so than Stormy when she loses that
everlasting cool of hers. "Fair's fair, Wolverine," he says "the
ladies bagged him first."
"Yes, but Scott" Hank is all sweet reasonableness "that side has
got the flyers, it's not a very equal distribution of power."
A kind of mental snort by Jean gives Scott all the permission he
needs.
"Right" he says smiling "So Rogue will go to the Beast's side
and Iceman to Storm's." he makes it a point never to use
personal names during practice. "Alright by you? And I want to
hear *all* of you."
"But now we're stronger, non? We have all t' greatest powers.
What can t'ey do `gainst us, hein?"
"Flatter you like the worm you are, to start with, cockroach eyes!"
°Warren's sneer is a tad overdone, sweet.° Jean seems
amused. Scott smiles, his hand involuntarily caressing his
brand new slender collar, and says, pointedly ignoring Warren,
"What do you propose, Gambit?"
"Remy `n' Stormy `gainst all." His grins widens at the outraged
"Don't call me Stormy!" and "Shut up!" screamed at him, "Stereo
nagging" he says "An' all at poor Remy."
Scott is grinning as well, the Cajun's become a source of joy for
him, even if the escalating violence of his relationship with
Logan worries him.
"What do you all say? Storm and Gambit against all the rest?"
Silence. Rogue thinks a bit, but then smiles "Ah'm for it. Watch
yo' clouds, dahling."
"You watch out, girl mine!"
"Ah will, hon."
Logan has reached a decision, a good sound public humiliation
is what Remy needs to understand what's what. "Okay" he says.
Warren is gleeful now that the balance of power has shifted on
their side. "Oh, yes!" he crows "You might as well concede,
Storm! You can't do it all alone!"
"I am not alone."
"Are too! He's crippled besides not being in my league!"
"We shall see." maddeningly calm.
"Hank?"
"I confess myself desiderous of taking your partner down a peg
or two…"
Remy snorts
"but" he goes on as if nothing had happened "I think you should
reconsider, Storm. Gambit is not only clearly injured, but has
also another handicap."
Scott has already noticed – indeed one has to be blind not to
notice, as the Cajun has elected to wear a threadbare Tshirt
plastered to his skin – that Remy is wearing nipple clamps and
says: "You are tight, Hank. Want to take them off, Gambit?"
Before he can answer Logan spits "No!" and he shrugs. "It
makes no matter, don' you worry, Scott."
"Very well. Iceman?"
Bobby looks at Hank and says "Yes." in a small voice, he doesn't
like this, but sees no way out of it.
"Rules." Scott's voice is crisp on the intercom "Shoulders to the
ground and you're dead. One fall only, no resurrections. Last one
standing makes her or his team win. Understood?"
A chorus of yes and nods.
"Very well, at my command. One word of advice: don't cheat.
Cheaters are out and their team loses by default. Now may the
best team win. At 3. 1… 2… 3!"
*
The air is still vibrating when Remy launches himself in the air
somersaulting on the suddenly elongated bo stick, Storm
understands the drift and flies low. Straight as an arrow she
collides with her lover who whoomps and sits abruptly, she tries
to grab the wildly laughing girl but storm is high and circling.
Remy lands behind the Wolverine sidesweeping his stick in a
vicious half circle, Logan has his legs taken from under him and
falls heavily with the Cajun on top forcing his shoulder to the
floor.
"One down Beast's team! Retire Wolverine." Scott sings.
Swooping down Storm grabs Gambit and yanks him up just as
Warren lunges at him. "Merci(3)" says Remy curling up his legs
and letting fly as on a trapeze landing on the overextended
Warren and slamming him down.
"Two down Beast's team! Retire Angel."
Rogue is bearing down on Gambit, figuring him as the weaker of
her adversaries. He eludes her blow and rolls away from Hank
at the same time, but Bobby has recovered from his fog of
indecision and sends a sled of ice on Gambit's path. Remy
cannot avoid it and barely manages to land on his hand and
knees, to avoid defeat.
While Rogue is distracting Storm to stop her from going to the
rescue, Hank jumps on Gambit's back. Remy sags for a second,
then, teeth gritted against the weight and the pain, prepares to
roll to pin his adversary to the floor. But Hank has grabbed his
clamped nipples and is almost tearing them off, his prehensile
feet are squeezing his buttocks open through his pants and the
pain takes Remy's breath away, for a moment his sight is gone,
his ears are filled by the roar of rushing blood. His knees sag
and his arms stretch, like a cat stretching, and with a convulsive
heave he tries to sit up on his ankles. Hank is not expecting this
manoeuvre and falls off.
Once again Storm whisks his partner away soaring high to avoid
Rogue's dive and Gambit yells "Le'go of my right arm!" She
doesn't hesitate and a fan of exploding cards hits Rogue making
her tumble in air and risk a fall.
The panting partners land awkwardly away from the others and
the teams regroup.
Before the others move, Remy whispers urgently in Storm's ear.
°What's he saying, sweet?° `I'm sorry my queen, not even the
mike can pick it up, I've boosted it to maximum, but he's got her
mouth practically in her ear.' °Alright, my boy, don't get your
knickers in a twist, we'll know soon enough.°
"No!" Storm laughs "No, Remy it will never work! No! No! No!"
then seriously "Don't try it, understood?"
"Oui. Bad plan, bad Remy!"
He's still talking when the sizzling cards leave his hands in two
fans of destruction that forces Hank and Rogue back and away.
`Where the hell does he keep them?' Scott thinks bewildered
°Well, certainly not up his asshole, dear, not after the search and
destroy Hank did on him. That wasn't nice, by the way,
acceptable military manoeuvre, but not in a friendly bout, I think.°
`Shall I disqualify him?" She muses a bit °No° sends at the end
°I think he'll get his comeuppance from Storm. She didn't like it
either. Do nothing my pet, I have a bet with Charles and I'd rather
win on points than on a technicality.°
Remy has taken 3 quick steps and now launches himself down
almost on the floor against Bobby who is unprepared and can
only think of creating an ice slide to make Gambit trip again, but
Remy is ready for it, just what he expected in fact, and uses it to
slide at Bobby. He grabs the boy's icy ankles, gives a mighty
yank and…
"Three down Beast's team! Retire Iceman."
"Seems we've evened out things a bit, girl mine!" Ororo sings
elated.
"But you're tired, dahling, and poor Remy is done fo… AOUGH!"
The done for Remy has grabbed her ankles and twisted them,
one hand lets go for a split second to throw half a pack of
exploding cards in her face and then fastens again. Nervous
fingers and supple wrists move suddenly while she's out of
balance and she's on the floor with a bone white face bending
over her and asking worriedly "Are you `urt, ma cherie? Remy lost
control a bit, j'ai peur(4)" "Git off of me!" Rogue laughs "Your fluffy
fireflies can't hurt me. You just surprised me. Are you hurt, hon?"
looking at the way he holds his right wrist. "Non, merci, jus' a li'l
sprain. You're a *very* stron' woman, cherie." He adds feelingly.
As soon as Gambit has grabbed her lover's ankles, Storm
launches herself at Hank lightning flashing from her hands.
She'll be damned if she'll be any too gentle with him after the
way he's been hurting her brother. Hank dodges agilely but even
he can't dodge her blasting vengeance forever, he tries to jump
on her, but Storm twists in the air and he falls down, rolls on his
feet again and seeing her distracted by the dialogue an her left
tries to duplicate Gambit's manoeuvre. `I'm more agile than he
is, dammit, and stronger to boot'. Hank reaches up towards a
temptingly dangling foot and gets a heel ground in his face with
all the force of Ororo's falling body behind. He oooofs and falls
on his back.
"Five down Beast's team!" Scott crows "Storm and Gambit win!"
*
TBC
TRANSLATIONS
1 my captain
2 naturellement is of course and a corps perdu is more or less
no holds barred
3 thank you
4 I fear
ENDNOTE
Yes well, I like them best so I made them win. I had to take a
breather from Triptych because it wants to be written all at once,
so when I start a part I can't seem to be able to stop until it's
finished. I can't do that when I'm working so I started playing
around with this story that allowed me to write in bits and pieces
and rewrites and so forth. This was born out of my being a bit
pissed off at the way Remy is presented in a lot of fics. He's like
a 1800 damsel, weak, weepy, stupid and so in need of a strong
father figure he's ready to do everything to feel safe. Now that is
perfectly legitimate and I wouldn't dare question the right to view
each character as each writer likes. I do the same with Warren
so I'm the last one to carp. I am just unhappy with that treatment
because it seems to me that Remy is a very strong and resilient
person, very intelligent and quick witted with a deep well of
laughter and generosity. Now you may be pardoned for thinking
him a control freak, anybody who has ever tried acrobatics or
classical ballet knows the amount of control you have to have to
do it and how gruelling and bloody hard work it is to acquire that
kind of control and how, once you get it, it tends to spread to
other parts of your life. On the other hand a wolverine is an
animal related to dogs, even if wild, so loyal unthinking devotion
mixed with ferocious fighting would seem to be part of Logan's
make up. Anyway, I decided to experiment with my image of
Gambit as a daredevil passionate iron willed young man with a
penchant for gambling and mischief. This quickly involved some
of the others Xmen and I asked myself what would each
character become if…? This is the poor result. Warren I could
never stand since the first issue. To me he is like the snotty
stuckup posh kids I used to punch and beat mercilessly at
school. I always got into trouble for that and I still can't stand that
type of person. So I have it in for him. So there. I do not apologise
for the length of this note because I'm assuming those who get
bored by it won't read it. See you next chapter.