X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Pride and Fear ( Chapter 16 )

Authors Note/Disclaimer:

 

I do not own XMen Evolution, its characters, or the universe they live in. I intend no disrespect or copyright infringement. This is a work of adult fan fiction and is intended only for entertainment purposes. I make no money from this work.

 

This chapter focuses on character development...some plot...and some sex.

 

Warnings: Anal sex, and some profanity.

 

As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

 

Please see the first chapter for complete warnings for this piece.

 

<b>Chapter Sixteen: Pride and Fear </b>

 

“Dammit Pietro! You wanted to be leader…so lead them!”

 

God Damned self-righteous, skunk-haired, bitch! Pietro fumed at the XMan standing in front of him, scolding him like a child. It didn't help that she'd somehow grown taller than he was over the last couple of years. The only thing that could make this worse was if she'd done it in front of the Brotherhood. She'd pulled him aside half-way through the Danger Room run, leaving Lance in charge of the team. Now she was making him watch as Lance led the team to a victory that he wasn't able to achieve himself.

 

“This isn't fair - they've been able to come to more sessions than I have. I don't think Todd has missed a single one. I can't come to all of them. I've got other responsibilities.”

 

“You've been here enough. Look at your sister—she's integrating into the team without a problem. And she's missed just as many sessions.”

 

“Maybe because she's fucking half of them!” Well, at least that shut her up for a moment. Rogue's eyes got big and her cheeks flushed - he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen real color in that girl's face.

 

“That…is too durned much information. And it's got nuthin' to do with your problem.”

 

“I don't have a problem. They do.”

 

“They don't seem to be having a problem now, do they?” The program down below stopped as Wanda and Todd took out the last two armed “men” with a well placed hex and kick, respectively. She flipped on the speaker. “Good work ya'll. Take five.” Then she shut it off again.

 

“So what am I doing wrong? Since you seem to know so much.”

 

“Finally! A question.” Rogue leaned against the console, arms crossed. “Look Pietro, leading is more than barking a few orders in the middle of a fight. You have to come up with a plan - a strategy - then make sure everybody knows the plan. It doesn't have to be *your* plan. There ain't nothing wrong with pickin' your team's collective brain for ideas.”

 

“That it?”

 

“No. You also need to take a good look at your team down there. Learn their strengths and weaknesses. Use them.”

 

“I know their strengths and weaknesses. Christ! I live with them!”

 

“I don't think you do. You haven't been using Todd or Wanda effectively. You've been letting Lance and Fred take the brunt of the hand to hand. That's where Todd is most effective and Wanda's power is more flexible in close combat than Lance's. When it comes to hand to hand, you may as well consider Lance as having no powers at all. It's like using a sledge hammer to swat a fly.”

 

“Todd cringes at the first sight of a fist and Wanda's my sister for crying out loud! She shouldn't even be down there. She's too fragile.”

 

“You think so? You're stayin' up here to watch then.” She turned to greet a small knot of students just entering the control chamber with Cyclops.

 

“Hi ya'll. Ah think the Brotherhood could use some one on one practice. How `bout we pair `em up. One of yours an' one of mine?”

 

“All right. That'll let us get a jump start on our Danger Room time. Head on down guys.”

 

Cyclops and Rogue called out the pairings over the speaker, quickly.

 

“Avalanche and Berserker.”

 

“Blob and X23.”

 

“Scarlet Witch and Iceman.”

 

“Toad and Multiple.”

 

“Random city scape?” Scott suggested. The Danger Room's environs suddenly changed to become an alleyway facing onto a busy street.

 

“Sounds good me.” Rogue smiled. “Ya'll that ain't paired up, watch. On your mark…get set…go!”

 

Pietro watched anxiously as Iceman shot a spear of ice towards Wanda. She threw a “hex” at the spear, which shattered and left melting bits of ice under the Iceman's feet. She followed that up with a shoulder to his chest that sent him spinning…

 

Lance attempted to get close enough to Berserker to land a punch, but was repulsed by a couple of electrical bolts from his opponent's hands. One bolt knocked him down and he rolled behind a dumpster to escape the next one…

 

Fred watched the small brunette as she rushed towards him, claws at the ready. He waited until she was close, then swatted at her with one arm. She flew backwards against a wall and hit hard enough to be stunned, but Fred was left staring at his bloodied arm…

 

Todd was almost a blur, leaping and dodging Multiple's attempts to close with him. In frustration, Multiple threw himself against a wall several times to create a handful of doubles. These doubles moved to surround Todd, but he leaped above to a fire escape. Pietro expected him to continue climbing, but instead he leaned over the railing and spat into the eyes of one of the clones…

 

Pietro watched his teammates anxiously. Lance wasn't doing well. Berserker wouldn't let him put enough distance between them to allow Lance to use his power without endangering himself or the others. Wanda had Iceman moving fast just to stay ahead of her “hexes.” Fred and X23 were going at one another doggedly, neither giving an inch, both bruised and bloody—they'd have to call that off soon, Fred didn't have her healing factor.

 

Todd was sitting on the sidelines watching—he'd managed to hit all but one of the clones with his goo and when Multiple dismissed them, Todd had snared him with his tongue and held on until he cried “uncle.”

 

“All right. Call them off. I get the point.” Pietro grumbled.

 

“I want to see how it turns out…” Cyclops mused as he watched X23 make a furious attack on the large man, who was making a genuine effort to block her strikes. He wasn't used to actually getting hurt.

 

“Come on! She's going to be healed five minutes after this is done. Fred won't.” Pietro cautioned. “And shit! `Zerker's gonna fry Lance. Hey!” Pietro pounded on the observation window.

 

“He's right, Scott.” Rogue flipped on the speaker again. “That's enough! X23! Blob! Berserker! Stand down.”

 

“X23! Laura! Hey! Time out!” Cyclops took over the mike. The little brunette hadn't stopped her determined assault on Fred. “Iceman…cool her down, would you?” Iceman sent a blast of sleet in the girl's direction and it seemed to get her attention. She scowled as she scraped the cold wet mass from her face. Fred stood nursing a sliced arm, staring at her with wide eyes.

 

“Ah think that's enough for one day. Don't you Pietro?”

 

“Sure. See you, tomorrow.”

 

“You'll work on what we talked about?”

 

“Yeah. I'll add that to the stack of homework I've got waiting for me.” Pietro snarled over his shoulder before zipping off to check on his team. He'd never seen Fred bleed before…

 

 

She loved him…she'd said it. It had to be true. Todd mused as he found one of her scrunchies in the dryer. It didn't make up for her absence…but it helped. She'd called again last night and she'd had time to talk this time. Sounded like she was learning how to kick some ass…but, he thought there was something she wasn't saying. Maybe somebody was listening on her end of the conversation. It was still good to hear her voice.

 

If she were just home…life would be going pretty damned good. They weren't laughing at him anymore. Rogue could be a stone bitch sometimes—but she knew her shit. Must be having all those people in her head. Since she'd started having them do one on one with some of the XGeeks, he'd picked up a lot. He had a whole list of XGeeks he'd beaten now—right beside his mirror.

 

Multiple.

Jubilee.

Sunspot.

Berserker.

Spike.

 

O.K. It wasn't that long a list - but it was getting longer. Next time Salvador's goons tried something, he'd be ready. The others were getting better too. Even Pietro. Once he'd pulled that stick out of his ass that is…

 

 

Shit.

 

She'd known exactly what he wanted the moment he'd told her to meet him in his room after Peter's lesson. She almost didn't go. Would he have come for her then? Or would he have just “released” her from her apprenticeship? Her stomach was a nest of cold slimy things. She so did not want to do this.

 

Body and mind…that's what she'd promised him. Body and mind. She raised her hand to knock on the door, but hesitated. It would have been easier if he'd just come for her. Instead of making her do this on her own.

 

Not her soul. What is a soul anyway? She wasn't sure…but she knew she'd sold hers before she'd ever set foot in this place. Don't think about that. Not around him…

 

Body and mind. Did she really owe him this? Fear was in the mind wasn't it? Or was it this nest of half-dead snakes squirming in her belly? Maybe it was in the body.

 

Not in the soul. Couldn't be that. Since it wasn't hers anymore.

 

Shut up!

 

Body and Mind…She knocked on the door and it opened. He wore a red silk robe and a smile twitched at the corners of his lips. He'd known she was there. He had to have felt it.

 

“Come in, petit.” He didn't touch her, just watched her as she walked into the room, nervously. He shut the door behind her and locked it. “Remy startin' to think you change your mind.”

 

“I'm here.” She stopped next to the bed. A towel at the foot covered several small objects. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on the top of her head.

 

“So much fear? Remy don' hurt you.”

 

“I can't help it. This…it was really bad. Salvador…” She fumbled to name the fear. Put it into words that made sense. If it had a label, maybe it could be…contained.

 

“Shh…” His hands began to move, plucking at her clothes, slowly stripping them from her. His hands were more soothing than caressing. Reassuring…but not enough. She let him move her like a doll. Passive and unresisting.

 

“Remy `tink…” He kept one arm around her waist as he reached to fish something from beneath the towel. “Maybe these make it easier?” He held a set of leather cuffs in his hands.

 

She flushed and swallowed hard…maybe it would help. Make it harder to chicken out. Her pulse quickened and she nodded silently. But that wasn't enough for him.

 

“You tell Remy you want `dis.”

 

“I…want you to…tie me up. I…don't let me chicken out. `Cause I probably will if you let me.”

 

“What if you tell Remy to stop? Tell him to cut you loose?”

 

“Don't…don't stop. I don't think I can do this again.” Her heart was racing and her palms were slick with sweat. “Body and mind. It's all a part of our deal. Right?”

 

“Oui.” He wrapped both arms around her waist again and pulled her tight. Then he was fitting the cuffs to her wrists carefully, checking the fit. He'd done it before…and so had she. Different time…different place…same reaction. Her mind began to quiet and the need to bolt started to fade a little.

 

He guided her to the bed, turning her around and pushing her back onto it. Then he fished again under the towel to bring out a bit of metal to snap the two cuffs together. He laid her down on her back and held her joined wrists above her head as he leaned down to kiss her slowly. She kissed him back and tried to push the fear from her mind. Then he moved and pulled a short chain from behind the bed, using it to anchor the cuffs.

 

He kissed her again, sucking at her tongue and lips. His fingers played across her skin, touching and teasing. His lips moved lower, following the lines of her neck and collarbones, to her breasts. He suckled at each breast slowly and deliberately as his hands moved lower to stroke and tease at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Marissa began to feel a warmth in her loins and the fear started to recede a little more.

 

His kisses moved lower still. He nipped gently at her belly and sent a teasing tongue into her navel. She gave a little squeal at the sensation, and then gasped as he continued downward. His hands pressed her thighs apart as his mouth closed on her clit. His tongue stroked and teased and his mouth sucked hungrily at it until she was writhing and bucking under him. Her brows drew together in frustration and confusion…it wasn't quite enough…and it wasn't what she was expecting.

 

When he lifted his head, her hips tried to follow him.

 

“Not yet, cher.” She felt him shift as he reached under the towel again. She couldn't see what he was doing without straining against the cuffs, so she studied the ceiling and tried to relax. But the fear was rising again. Like some undead serpent raising its head.

 

“Shh…” She hadn't made a sound…but of course he knew. All of her emotional “discipline” had abandoned her and she felt even more naked. He rested a warm hand against her inner thigh and kneaded it gently. Then his mouth returned to her clit and began its almost tortuous teasing again. She started to moan as her hips ground against his mouth.

 

Then she felt it…wet and slick and pushing firmly against her sphincter. She sobbed and stiffened, the fear cutting through the pleasure. She tried to shrink away from the touch, but the hand on her thigh moved to grasp her hip and hold her firmly.

 

“Remy…please…I can't…”

 

He held her still as his mouth continued to work on her, waiting until the pleasure began to build before pushing any further. Her hips began to move again of their own accord as he brought her closer and closer. Slowly he worked the wet finger into her, letting her own movements drive it deeper. When it could go no further he began to slowly work her in time with his mouth and soon she was gasping and moaning. He left her hanging on the very edge of release as he lifted his head again.

 

“We try a little more, no?” She felt him doing something she couldn't see, then more pressure as he began to work in a second finger. She whimpered at the increased pressure and her body fought the new intrusion. He used his free hand to press on her pelvis firmly while he rubbed her clit slowly with his thumb. She slowly relaxed under his touch and when he could reach no further inside her, he leaned down to scatter warm kisses across her belly. Then he began to work his fingers inside her in time with his thumb. Soon she was moaning open mouthed and panting. Once again he left her shuddering on the very edge of coming.

 

He withdrew his fingers completely, leaving her panting. Her body made small random movements and her legs felt like jelly. She was aware of him doing something again, but she simply closed her eyes and tried to think of nothing at all.

 

“Turn over, cher.” He helped her roll over until her weight rested on her knees and elbows. This new position brought the fear back and she found herself crying against the pillow. She felt him close as he kissed and stroked her back gently, almost petting her like a cat. The warmth of his skin next to hers was somehow both reassuring and frightening. Then she felt those fingers again, and she tried not to fight them. They were slick and very wet and she knew he was preparing her for the next step.

 

“No…no…no…I can't…please…” She heard herself pleading, voice muffled by the pillow. She swallowed hard and clenched her jaw to silence it.

 

Then the fingers withdrew and she felt him pressing against her. She whimpered and her body fought him, but he waited patiently, reaching between her legs to caress her clit and her swollen lips. She bit her lip to keep herself from begging him to stop.

 

“Shh…relax…'dis only hurt if you fight it.” His hand continued to work her, teasing and stroking until she found herself grinding against his fingers. Her body stopped fighting him and slowly his cock pressed inside, stretching her slowly and carefully. She moaned and panted, half in fear, half in pleasure - the sensation was intense, but not the painful intrusion she remembered. Finally, he was fully sheathed inside her and he held still as she trembled against him. Even the hand between her leg stilled and he let her take a moment to get used to the sensation.

 

“See? No pain, cher.” Then the hand between her legs began to move again, followed by the slow thrusting of his cock. Her mouth fell open and she groaned into the pillow. Her whole body shivered at the sensations. Then her body stiffened and she gave a sharp cry in shock as she came. He continued to thrust, his rhythm slowly speeding up as she began to push back against him.

 

She could hear him groaning behind her and his movements became less controlled as he thrust harder. The touch of his hands between her legs became rougher, but it didn't matter anymore. She was lost in the sensations, no longer afraid. She came again, hard as she felt him fall into that final rhythm that meant he was close. Then he gripped her hips with both hands and buried himself deeply inside her, his cock jerking and twitching as he cursed in French. He rested against her for a long moment before pulling away.

 

Without his supporting hands she collapsed onto the bed and laid still, her mind blank. He returned and turned her over with gentle hands, leaving her cuffed as he quickly cleaned her up with a damp towel. Then he lay down beside her and held her close until she fell asleep.

 

When she woke it was dark and his body still lay warm and hard against her, his arm thrown across her waist and his legs tangled with hers. She thought he was asleep until he nuzzled against the nape of her neck. This was new…he'd never let her sleep in his bed before. As his lips and hands began to coax her body to life again, her thoughts sprang sluggishly awake.

 

“Remy?”

 

“Hmmm?”

 

“Would…would you really kill me if Magneto ordered it?” His hands stopped moving and he lay silent for a moment…long enough for her to regret voicing her question.

 

“Don' think there's much danger of that…He want you dead…You already dead. He invest too much.”

 

“Never mind…I shouldn't have asked.” She swallowed hard and closed her eyes.

 

“You `tink Remy do it.” His arm tightened around her.

 

“I think…it would be quick and painless…and I wouldn't see it coming.”

 

“Remy invest in you too…He don' take apprentice before.”

 

“No?”

 

“No…But, he don' throw his life away.” He sighed against her shoulder. “John…you `tink he do it?”

 

“No…but he wouldn't risk himself to stop someone else from doing it.”

 

“Dat what all `dis about then?” He ran a possessive hand down her body.

 

“That's part of it…but not all of it, no.” The hand stopped between her legs, clamping those lips shut again, pinching them almost painfully tight.

 

“Remy have a suggestion for you…” His lips brushed her neck again.

 

“What?”

 

“You crack de tin man…you give him `dis.” His fingers stroked her firmly then clamped the lips shut again.

 

“What? I…I don't see the profit in that.”

 

“You don' think you can?” He chuckled against her skin.

 

“There's no challenge there, he's an easy mark.”

 

“Remy wan' see how much you learn.”

 

“I have a conscience…he's not like you and John. I can't just make him a deal…And I don't see what I have to gain from it. Are you going to be my pimp now, too?”

 

“Remy no pimp…But, you crack Piotr, he don' kill you…Magneto's hold on him pretty strong—but you right, he not like us. He don' do dis for money.”

 

“I still don't think I understand.”

 

“We work together for a long time, cher. Magneto…he know better than to fight all of us, when we disagree wit' him. Two is not enough, if `tings get rough. But, three…that's different.”

 

“Now, that does make sense…” Then she gasped as his hands began their work again…Peter would have to wait a little longer….