X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Brotherhood business ( Chapter 20 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
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 gave me a little trouble. Who's POV to use for what scene? That sort of thing. Quite a bit of dialogue. But, cheer up. There's some sex in this one...
Warnings: Sex--I already said that. Profanity. Oral sex.
As always, constructive criticism is welcome.
Please see the first chapter for complete warnings for this piece.
<b>Chapter Twenty: Brotherhood Business </b>
One by one, the coins stopped spinning. Her hands ached and her eyes burned. She swept them into her palm and slipped them in her pocket.
Get it under control.
You can handle this.
Think.
She walked back to her room slowly, seeing no one in the corridors. Good. She needed to sort this out. Magneto had finally laid all his cards on the table. She was close, very close. If only Salvador…
She opened the door and reached for the light switch. An unseen hand closed around her wrist and snatched her inside. A hand clamped over her mouth stifling her squeal of surprise and the door latched behind her.
“Been waiting for ya.” A voice in her ear, deep and gravelly.
Oh Christ! Victor. She started to struggle in his grasp, and he pulled her tight against his chest.
“Not gonna hurt ya. Wanna talk business.” He held her firmly until she stopped struggling. “Ya wanted something good…I got it.”
He let her go and switched on the light himself. She blinked at him. He locked the door then stalked over to her desk and sat down in her chair. He dwarfed the room with his bulk. A slim black case rested on her desk and he placed one clawed hand on it.
“What…What do you have?” Her heart was still thumping wildly in her chest and her palms were sweating.
“Siddown.” He pointed at the other chair. When she hesitated, he scowled. “Siddown. I said I ain't gonna hurt ya.”
She sat down on the chair and folded her hands in her lap.
“Now the boss…He ain't seen this. Ain't gonna see this…No matter what you say.”
He opened the case and turned it around. It was a portable DVD player. He tapped a key with one claw and the screen came to life. He tapped another and images began to play across the screen.
“Oh my God! Pietro…”
He watched her face as the images played across the screen. Recognition, shock, guilt…then her expression went cold. Her eyes never wavered from the screen.
“Is this your boy? Salvador? Can't see the punk's face.”
“It's him…He's done this before. He knows better than to show his face.” The images stopped and she looked up at him.
“What are you offering?”
“Boss is gonna send me back out soon. I can take the little bastard out fer ya. Maybe a few more if ya want.”
“Why won't you show this to Magneto?”
“He don't pay me enough for a full out war. I don't aim to get killed for nothin'. Besides there's some things Daddy just shouldn't see.”
“What'll it cost me?”
“One night…The whole night.”
“You'll kill me.”
“I can be gentle…” He leaned back in the chair.
“What if I want more?”
“Depends…On what ya want and how good ya are.”
“I need to make a phone call.”
“Thought ya might say that.” He passed a cell phone across the desk.
“Thanks.” She took the phone and dialed…
“Hello?” Wanda's voice, soft and husky, drowsy.
“Hey...It's me.”
“Marissa? What time is it?” The sound of cloth rustling. Sleepy mumbling…probably Lance.
“I know it's late…But, I need to talk to Pietro. Right now.”
“He's sleeping. Are you all right?”
“I'm fine. I'm serious Wanda. Wake him up.”
“He's gonna be mad. He hasn't been sleeping well…”
“He'll want to take this call.” Muffled noises, knocking, a door creaking. Barely heard voices.
“What?” Pietro's voice, sleepy and peevish.
“I've seen the video.” Silence…
“Wanda…Go back to bed. I got it. Go on. Private conversation.” More silence…a door closing and the sound of a bolt being thrown.
“My father…”
“Hasn't seen it.”
“How?”
“Don't worry about that. I've made some…connections here.”
“What kind of connections?”
“Don't ask.”
“What do you want?”
“I need you to make a decision.”
“About what?”
“I got somebody who can get to Salvador. Take him out. Maybe do more.”
“So what's the decision?”
“Kill him…Or punish him?” Silence again.
“You…He only did it to me once…How many times did he do it to you?”
“Not just me. But, I owe you. Owe the Brotherhood. Not my decision. It's yours. This is Brotherhood business.”
“Can you do both?”
“No. I don't think so.”
“Then…Then punish him…Make sure he never does it again.”
“All right. Are you O.K., Pietro?”
“No. Not really. But, I will be.”
“I'm sorry.”
“Don't be. And be careful.”
“Good Night, Pietro.”
“Good Night.”
Victor took the cell back with a smile.
“We got a deal?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Have you ever broken a man?”
Victor's smile grew wider, more predatory.
“That'll cost ya extra.”
Her hands trembled as she pulled the brush through her hair. It was getting long…Longer than she normally wore it.
“Leave it down.” He'd said.
She pulled on the black dress, smoothing it down carefully. She slipped her feet into her sandals. She stood on tiptoe to check herself in the mirror.
“Wear something pretty.” He knew exactly what he wanted.
She peered out into the corridor. She saw no one. She held her breath as she slipped into the hall.
“Meet me in my room.” She didn't want him in hers anyway. Once was more than enough.
She slipped through the corridors, soundlessly. She prayed fervently that no one would see her. Ask her what she was doing.
“Ya don't show…The deal's off.” She'd be there. This was too important…
Her heart pounded and her knees felt like jelly. She stopped in front of his door. She touched the handle and swallowed hard. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then she opened her eyes and turned the handle.
The door opened silently and she slipped inside quickly. The light was dim, but she couldn't miss the large figure lounging on an armchair in the corner.
“Lock the door.” She did and then walked into the room uncertainly. He rose slowly from his seat and walked…no stalked was a better word…across the room. He wore nothing but a pair of black boxers, shadows playing over his muscular body.
He stopped a few feet from her and reached out a clawed hand to brush her hair over her shoulder.
“Nice.” The claws traced the edge of her ear, and then followed the line of her jaw until they rested under her chin. He tilted her face upwards so that she looked him in the eyes. “Startin' ta think ya wouldn't show.”
“I'm here…What…What do you want me to do?” She swallowed hard against the lump of fear in her throat. He couldn't really hurt her right? Then he would have to explain himself to Magneto.
“Ya still scared of me…Smell it on ya.” His lips spread in a feral smile. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her off her feet easily. She clutched at his arms in reaction as he carried her over to a low table and stood her on it.
“That's better…Such a skinny little thing. Don't weigh nothin'.” Now her face was almost on a level with his. He raised one hand to brush her cheek with his knuckles. She licked her lips nervously. “Not gonna hurt ya. Relax.” He smoothed her hair with careful fingers.
She reached tentatively to touch his chest, sampling the texture of the skin there. He made a low rumbling noise deep in his chest and the hand around her waist tightened a little. He moved his other hand to cup her face and pulled her towards him, his claws resting against her cheek. She moved with him, closing her eyes as she met his kiss. He was careful, nibbling at her lips with his sharp teeth, pressing his tongue between her lips.
Marissa slipped her arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss. He was still a man behind the sharp teeth and claws, right? The rumbling noise grew louder as the kiss deepened. He let go of her face and instead buried his hand in her hair. After a few moments he pulled back.
“That's better.” Then he tugged her hair back to expose her neck and began to kiss and bite gently, his teeth pricking at her skin. She gasped and whimpered a little bit, still too frightened to enjoy it. Then the hand around her waist moved upwards, across her ribs, claws skimming over the fabric, reaching between their bodies to knead her breasts. A sharp claw trailed across her skin, following the neckline of her dress. She shivered a little as the sensation raised goose bumps on her flesh and her nipples hardened.
The hand in her hair dropped away, sliding down her back, trailing claws down her spine. Her skin seemed to burn in their wake. His mouth traveled lower, biting and sucking its way to the tops of her breasts. She buried her hands in his hair, feeling it run through her fingers, heavy and coarse. Now his hand was on her ass, squeezing it firmly, his claws catching in the fabric. He pulled her body against his and she moaned.
Then he was kissing her mouth again, his hands pulling up her skirt, palms sliding up her thighs. His touch was getting rougher. But, he was still careful as he parted her thighs slightly so that he could rub the pads of his fingers across her silky panties, finding her clit. His free hand roamed across her ass and up the small of her back. And the rumbling in his chest was now a vibration she could feel against her body.
She could feel the moisture welling between her legs and her hips were starting to twitch against his hand. He rubbed even harder and she moaned into his mouth. Then he pulled away from her.
“Take it off…before I tear it off a ya.” His voice was thick and low and his eyes were dark. She hurried to obey, slipping the dress over her head and dropping it to the floor. His eyes followed the movement hungrily. She was naked to the waist since she hadn't bothered with a bra. He didn't move, so she kicked off her sandals and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties. She began to slip them slowly over her hips, but he grabbed her with a growl and yanked them downwards. She yelped in surprise and fear.
“Heh….Relax…Yer getting' hot…I can smell it.” He pulled her close to him and took one breast in his mouth, sucking on it roughly, his teeth pricking at the soft flesh. His fingers returned to rubbing her clit and she whimpered. He ran a clawed finger along her wet folds and she shuddered as she felt the sharp edges.
“Please…Victor…”
“This first time…gonna be fast…hard...” He swept her up from the table and carried her to his bed, tossing her on it. He was on her in a blink, tongue delving into her mouth, claws skimming over her flesh from neck to calf and back again. His hard cock tented his boxers and he ground it against her pelvis. She grunted at the pressure and pressed her hands against his broad chest, trying to get him to slow down. He backed away to quickly pull off his boxers.
“Been a while...Gonna enjoy this.” He leaned over her, pressing her thighs achingly wide. Then he lowered himself to kiss her again as he pressed his cock against her entrance. She groaned…Big…Oh shit…Too big. She cried out and clutched at him.
“Huhn…Tight…Didn't think you'd be so tight.” He pushed harder as she whimpered beneath him. He pushed her thighs farther apart, reaching between their bodies to rub at her clit again. She gave a sobbing moan and he slipped deeper inside her. He kept at it until he had sunk balls deep into her. He gave her only a moment to adjust before he began thrusting forcefully, holding her thighs high and wide.
She moaned and whimpered beneath him, caught between pain and pleasure. A steady rumbling growl came from deep within his chest as he pounded harder and faster. She balled up the sheets in her fists as she strained against him, her thighs trembling, his claws digging into her flesh.
“Oh God…Victor…Please…”
He only pounded harder, his expression fierce. Her body was quivering and slowly the tension was building. Now her moans were part frustration as the pain held her orgasm just out of reach. He let go of her thighs and fell forward, grabbing her wrists and pinning them beside her head.
“Yer gonna scream my name…” She arched beneath him. The change in position…or maybe it was the way he pinned her…Whatever it was it sent her spinning over the edge.
“Victor!” She screamed. Then she was panting and whimpering as he pumped wildly into her, snarling fiercely as he came. Afterwards he leaned down and kissed her hungrily, still holding her pinned, his dick buried deep inside her.
He sucked on her tongue and scraped it with his sharp teeth. His claws dug into her wrists and he seemed to swallow her shallow sobbing breaths. Then he began to pump again, his cock still hard. She squealed and groaned into his mouth as he started to fuck her again.
The second time was slower and longer, perhaps a little easier as she was already slick with his cum. She came again and this time he swallowed her moans hungrily. When he came this time, his cock softened and she was allowed to rest a little while.
The third time he took her from behind, claws digging into her hips and she was frantically clutching at the pillows for purchase. When she came her screams were muffled by the pillows under her face. Afterwards she dozed off.
The fourth time he sat her in his lap in the armchair, her back against his chest as he lazily fondled her breasts and stroked her clit. She fell asleep against him and he let her rest there until the urge came again.
The fifth time she pleaded that she hurt too much, so he let her suck him off, enjoying watching her mouth strain to take him in. He'd have to do that again…She was good.
The sixth time he took pity on her and pulled out the tube of lube and slicked her all up. Then he fucked her long and slow. She was crying by the time he finished…but that didn't stop her from coming again.
He could have gone again…But she'd fallen asleep. She didn't even move when he cleaned her up. He bandaged the claw marks in those places where he'd broken through the skin. Not too many of those…he'd been careful. He settled down to sleep for an hour or so. Kinda nice to curl up with a warm body for a change.
He managed to slip her into her own bed before anyone else woke up and dumped her clothes on a chair. Except for the panties of course…he'd keep those as a souvenir. He even tucked her in for good measure. He'd be long gone by the time Gambit came looking for her. Old red-eyes wouldn't be getting much fun outta her for a few days…
Good deal this…and this was just the down payment.
Someone was shaking her…
“Go `way.” She tried to burrow back down into her dreams. God she was so tired…
“Marissa!”
“Stop that…'m tired.” And she hurt…all over…almost like…don't want to think about that. Don't want to think at all…
“What did you do?” More shaking…and she was feeling worried. No she wasn't worried…Damned link or bond or whatever…
“Remy? Whathafuck?” She dredged up the memories of the night before…
“Marissa! What did you do?” Jesus…would he just stop shaking her?
“Victor…” She sat up and groaned, scrubbing at her face. She winced as half a dozen scrapes and scratches burned at the change in position. Memory came trickling back and she shivered, not really listening to what he was saying.
Then he put his hands on her face and turned her to meet his burning eyes.
“Marissa…”
“Oh no the fuck you don't!” She slapped his hands away and ducked her head. “None of that mind fuck shit again.”
“I wasn't going to…”
“You better not…”
“Are you all right? Did he hurt you? What the hell possessed you to do that?”
“No. Some. And none of your damned business.” She pushed the covers back, not caring she was naked…And Oh My God! She reeked of sex. And she hurt…How many times? She wasn't sure. At least four. How did she get back here anyway?
“None of my…I told you to stay away from Victor. He could have killed you.” God he was wound up tight this morning.
“It was business…Brotherhood business. Now butt out. I don't want to lie to you.” She dragged herself out of the bed and stumbled. He caught her and held her upright.
“Business…”
“Yeah…business.” He looked like he wanted to push it further, but he just clenched his jaw and helped her to the bathroom. He didn't speak again, but when she stumbled again in the bathroom, he stripped down to join her in the shower.
It hit her in the shower and her bravado seemed to drain away along with the water. And she found herself trembling against Remy's chest. He held her while she cried until the water began to cool. Then he helped her out and swathed her in towels.
There would be no lessons today. He checked her over carefully, making sure that Victor hadn't hurt her. Then he put her back to bed. When she began to cry again he curled up beside her and held her until she fell asleep. He stroked her hair slowly as he watched her sleep for a while. He had the sickening feeling that it wasn't over yet. Just what had she promised Victor?
A shiver went through him. He didn't think she was always aware of why she did these things. That it was whatever Wanda had done to her. Maybe…Maybe it wasn't what she wanted at all…Just what was needed.
Brotherhood business…
Pietro hung up the phone and sat it down beside the bed. He sat on the edge and hung his head in his hands. He was exhausted…He'd never slept much or well…Too much energy.
Now his sleep was filled with nightmares…and he dreaded closing his eyes even when his body was begging him for sleep.
Marissa…How did she sleep at night? No wonder he couldn't scare her off. No wonder she hardly blinked at his father's threats.
There were worse things than death.
Salvador didn't even bother to kill him. Just dumped him like so much garbage. The message was clear: He was no threat to Salvador. He wasn't worth the trouble of killing.
And that video…insurance.
“Kill him…Or punish him?” He ran his fingers through his white hair. She had been so matter of fact…She had given him no hint as to what she herself wanted. Or which option would cost her more. He could think of only one way she could pull this off—but that didn't bear thinking about.
She'd called it “business.” Brotherhood Business…and she'd left the decision to him.
He was supposed to be the leader here…Make decisions for the benefit of the group. For the Brotherhood. That included Marissa…No matter how far away she was.
What was best? Had he made the right choice?
Would killing Salvador make the nightmares go away? His father used to be the monster in his dreams…looming larger than life…unstoppable…controlling. Now his dreams were filled with bright lights, nervous fingers and that mocking voice.
He was pathetic really…Starting at shadows, afraid to be alone, hovering beside his sister, or Fred…or even Todd. Afraid to be alone outside of the Boarding House. He pretended that he was protecting them…but he doubted he was fooling anyone. Hell, he was afraid to eat or drink anything that didn't come straight from Fred's kitchen downstairs.
Pietro…Quicksilver…mutant…son of one of the most powerful men…mutants…in the world. And he was scared shitless. Of a human.
How the hell had skinny little Marissa got up the nerve to defy him? Grab that knife? Cut him? She'd already accomplished more than he had. She'd made the bastard bleed.
And now…She offered this choice. Like he was ordering pizza…cheese or supreme? Pepperoni…or the works? Somehow he didn't doubt she could deliver.
Punish him…Yeah. That was the right choice. Make sure he can't do it again. Make him pay. Because the nightmares weren't going to stop, were they?
And Marissa was right. Salvador would pick them off one by one at his leisure. He was learning quickly. If they just killed him, whoever stepped into his shoes might just pick right up where he'd left off. Yes. This was Brotherhood business.