X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Conspiracy and Punishment ( Chapter 21 )

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.

Lots of plot, some character development, some very dark sex.

Warnings: Non-consensual, m/m, anal, rape, torture, abuse, profanity...um...did I miss anything?

As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

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

Chapter Twenty One: Conspiracy and Punishment

“What about the woman?” He’d asked her. He recognized the nervous voice on the video, same as the one who’d lured Marissa into Salvador’s trap. He had her scent.

“Once she knows who’s in control, she shouldn’t be a problem. But, if you have to kill her, make it clean and quick.” Marissa’s voice wound through his memory telling him intimate details of Salvador’s court. “She used to be a friend. That’s how she got into all of this in the first place.”

He snatched the blonde right off of the street. It was so easy…like child’s play.

Pale, hollow face...skin pulled tight across her bones. She smelled of sickness…and sex. Unwashed, stoned, and terrified. He felt her pulse racing dangerously fast under his fingers as he wrapped one clawed hand around her throat. He shook her carefully; she looked as if her bones might snap like matchsticks.

“Yer gonna tell me everything I wanna know…”

And she did…in great, babbling detail. Until he growled at her to shut up and locked her in the improvised cell he’d prepared for her in the basement of the shack he rented. Boss sent him here so often these days…might as well get comfortable.

Salvador himself was a little harder. His gang was holed up in an old abandoned apartment building where someone had managed to turn the lights and water on. His men were disciplined enough to stick to a watch schedule, even here in their lair. Oh, he could have killed them easily…but that wasn’t the plan.

“Scare them…I want to make sure they never fuck with the Brotherhood again. Not just Salvador, but his men too…”

He snatched Salvador right from his bed…from between the two whores that slept there. He left a bloody handprint on the pillow where Salvador’s head had rested. He stopped just long enough to grab the remaining copies of Pietro’s movie before spiriting the unconscious man away. Wish he could be there when the bitches woke up…

This was gonna be fun…


“How can you choose Gambit over me? You said he was cold…And the bruises…”

“I didn’t choose him…I’m still Todd’s girl…I’m going home.”

“Then why did you say…”

“Christ! You…You are so naïve, Peter.”

“Maybe I am. I thought you cared for me.” God, it really hurt when he looked at her like that.

“I do…but I don’t…can’t afford to fall in love with you. I’ve got too much at stake here.”

“Marissa…How can you still say you are Todd’s girl after…after everything? Will he not care? And you have been here longer than you were with him...” He still could not quite say it. That she’d slept with him, Remy, John, and now Victor…

“You just don’t get it, do you? This is what Magneto wanted all along. Remy was supposed to seduce me…make me forget about Todd. Or…I was supposed to get all sympathetic and cozy with you. Either way, I’m hooked up with someone he thinks he can control.”

“He said he would release me…And my sister…How could you…”

“If I did that…If I agreed to play house with you…Then you and your sister would never be free of him. Neither would I. Think about it Peter. Really think about it.”

“At least…at least we would be together. And how is it different with Gambit?”

“Remy and I…This isn’t a love affair…It’s…something else.”

“What is it then?”

“I don’t know how to explain it–but, it definitely isn’t what Magneto had in mind.”

“I do not understand.”

“Look, Peter…If you can’t handle it…Then we’re done. I’m sorry.”

“No…I will try harder to understand.” Then he gave her one of those kisses that made it hard to remember why they were arguing. Did he know what he was doing to her? It would be so easy to just go along…

“I’ll give you what I can, while I can, Peter. That’s all I can promise.”


It must have been dark to human eyes…but he could see just fine.

The punk was waking up, blinking at the darkness and running a hand across the dried blood on his chest. He was lying on the bare cement floor, wearing the remains of his torn t-shirt and a pair of jeans. This part of the basement was windowless and the door could be locked securely from the outside.

He growled and the man jumped to his feet, fists raised defensively, eyes straining to see in the darkness. No fear scent yet.

“Who’s there?”

He just chuckled…time enough to answer questions later.

“Where am I?” Salvador turned, following the sound, advancing slowly. “You’re gonna be in a lot of fucking trouble when my boys find you…”

He waited until he could feel the warmth of the man’s body; hear the quick thumping of his pulse before he moved. Slowly he reached out a clawed hand towards the man’s throat, waiting for just that moment when the other would sense the danger…

In a blink, he held the punk’s neck in his claws, his other hand reaching to tear the shirt from his back. Salvador struggled in his grip, straining to maintain contact with the floor as he gasped for breath. Victor ran his claws down the center of the punk’s chest, slowly scraping across the bloody scratches before shoving him to the hard floor.

The punk rolled back to his feet and crouched, ready…Hmm…still no fear scent?

“Who the fuck are you?”

He moved quickly now, aiming a shallow slash across Salvador’s back, drawing fresh blood. The man whirled and tried to throw a punch but he was gone. Another pass, and another set of scratches. Not too deep…only a little blood. They were just getting acquainted, weren’t they?

Two more passes and Salvador was panting with pain, head swiveling in the darkness.

“What do you want? Why are you doing this?”

Ah…There it was now…Fear…It excited him like nothing else...The smell of it seeping through the skin.

“Yer sister thought ya might be lonely…” Another slashing pass, this time across his belly. Salvador stumbled backwards in reaction. More fear scent…”So she asked me to play with ya.”

“My sister?” The fear scent grew stronger still…

“Marissa sent me…Ain’t she sweet?” He was done playing now. He grabbed the punk by the neck and slammed him up against the hard concrete wall. Salvador fought hard, strong muscles straining, breath gasping, powerful legs kicking.

Of course it didn’t do him any good…He was no match for the powerfully built mutant. Victor pressed his body against the punk, pinning him with his bulk as he stripped away the man’s jeans, claws shredding the fabric. He didn’t usually care for boys…but, well...this was business.

And the fear…Delicious…He ground himself against the punk’s groin, pinning the young man’s arms against the wall. He leaned down and sank his teeth into the flesh of his shoulder…And Salvador grunted in pain.

“Get off me you fucking monster! My men…They’re gonna kill you!” He tried to head butt Victor, but Victor easily avoided the blow. He could feel the thumping heart, smell the fear, and feel the slick sweat. Tasted the coppery tang of blood. He growled.

He threw the man to the floor, hard enough to stun him. Then he was on Salvador, pressing him against the concrete, reaching down and pulling open his fly. Forcing the punk’s face against the floor as he pulled his hips backwards, drawing blood when his claws dug into the flesh. Before the punk could recover he had parted the bastard’s cheeks and was pressing the head of his dick against the tight ring of muscle.

Salvador started to struggle as Victor began to shove himself in. Dry and unprepared, he felt the muscles tearing, clenching against his cock. He smiled grimly in the darkness…Magneto never let him cut loose like this…He’d have to thank the girl later…maybe bring her something pretty to wear.

Salvador screamed…He scrabbled at the rough concrete floor until his fingertips were bloody as Victor began to fuck him hard. Yes…tight…hot…the screams just made it more exciting. The smell of blood and fear…He thought he heard the blonde in her cell crying…could smell her fear too. He howled his orgasm, reaching a clawed hand to draw bloody stripes down the punk’s back.

When he was done he shoved the mewling wreck aside and stalked out of the room, locking it behind him. He ignored the blonde’s terrified looks as he headed upstairs to wash up.

His needs were still raging…But, he didn’t want to kill the punk. Let him rest a little while…Let the fear build…

Marissa hadn’t said the blonde was off limits…just that he wasn’t to hurt her. Hmm…


They lay together, her back pressed against his chest, their bodies still warm from their earlier exertions. She laid her hand over his and pulled his embrace tighter her with a sigh. He kissed her ear and rubbed his cheek against her hair.

“Am I cold, Remy?”

“Why would you ask that, cher? Remy don’ find you cold tonight.”

“No…Really. I…I think Peter loves me…and it seems wrong.”

“Hmm…Peter tink he love you…But, he don’ really know you.”

“Not like you do.”

“Do I, petit? You still keep secrets from Remy.”

“Like what?”

“What do you promise Victor? And what you get for it? What is so important dat you do this ting?”

“I…”

“You don’ trust me.”

“Can I?”

“Oui…Remy keep your secrets.”

“Salvador…It’s worse than what Magneto knows…Bad enough to screw up everything if he finds out. Victor…he’s going to take care of it for me. For the Brotherhood.”

“What happened?”

“I…I can’t tell you that…I’d be telling someone else’s secrets, not mine.”

“How much it cost you?”

“Three nights…”

“Dis worry Remy.”

“He…He can’t really hurt me. Or he’d risk his place with Magneto.”

“He risk dat already, to take dis job of yours...And to keep tings from de boss.”

“I can’t let Salvador hurt anyone else. Nobody fucks with my family.”

“So dey your family now? Why you don’ ask Remy for help?”

“Victor came to me. He made me an offer…And I won’t risk you.”

“You tink Remy can’t handle a few thugs?”

“In the end…You’re still a man. You can be hurt…shot…drugged…poisoned. And Magneto would be suspicious. Victor is going where he was sent–and won’t give Magneto anything that would raise suspicion.”

“Remy don’ know you care so much.”

“I’m worried about what will happen when I leave. We’re getting close to the end game…at least this part of it.” She rolled over in his arms to meet his eyes.

“How you so sure he let you go home?”

“Do you believe in me? In my dream? I’m not sure why you’ve been so…so…I don’t know.” Remy rolled away from her and looked at the ceiling.

“Remy don’ believe in much, cher. He see too much, do too much.” He rolled back over to face her. “Don' know about dis dream…dis legacy ting. But yes, Remy believe in you.”

“Good. That’s enough.” She bit her lip and studied his face. “Do you love her?”

“Love who, petit?”

“Rogue.”

“Ah…” ; He was silent a long moment. “You jealous, cher?”

“No. That’s not why I’m asking.”

“Remy tink he could…Would…If only he could touch her. Dis…” He ran a caressing hand from her shoulder to rest on her hip. “Remy need too much to live wit’ out it. And she not one to share.”

“But the gloves are gone.”

“Remy not sure what dat mean. And Remy…She don’ trust him.”

“When I get home…I’ll check into it.”

“If…”

“When…And that is why I need to make sure of who’s with me and who’s not.”

“Remy already answer dat question.”

“Not you…John…He’s still on the fence. I think I know how to reel him in…But, I’m just not…properly equipped.”

“Oh?” He raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Remy…How do you feel about men?”


“All right Todd, spill it.” Rogue had cornered him after practice. “What’s up with Pietro? He ain’t never been that timid before.”

“How should I know, yo? Not like anybody talks to me.” He tried to sidle past her and he flinched as she reached out to stop him. He still didn’t trust her bare handed.

“Nuh, uh. Ah ain’t buying it.” She narrowed her eyes at his flinching. “Better tell me something, Todd. Or I’ll find out for mahself.”

“Don’t you touch me! I’m not one of your X-Geek friends.”

“Something’s happened…Ah can tell. Pietro ain’t bitched all week. It’s been ‘yes ma’am, no ma’am, O.K. ma’am.’”

“He’s just stressed out or something I guess.” He tried again to squeeze past her.

“Damn it, Todd…Ah thought we were friends by now. Hell, Ah spend so much time with ya’ll, people keep asking me when Ah’m moving back into the Boarding House.”

“Why don’t you ask him, yo?”

“Ah did. He said something about exams…But they ain’t for a couple of weeks. Ah checked.”

“If he don’t want to talk…Then I shouldn’t either, yo!”

“Todd…” She reached a hand towards his face with deliberate slowness.

“You wouldn’t really…”

“Try me…” Her green eyes glittered and he gulped nervously. He couldn’t get past her without touching her.

“Shit, Rogue. You’re as bad as Mystique sometimes.” She blinked at that, but she didn’t back off.

“All right…Salvador…He got the drop on Pietro, got some girl to slip him something, knocked him out. Snatched him right off the college campus. Something happened to Pietro…Something he won’t talk about.” Todd shrugged, hoping she wouldn’t push it any farther. “You can’t tell anyone. It’ll cause problems.”

“What kind of problems?”

“Problems with his father.” Todd gulped nervously. “Can I go now? Before Lance leaves me.”

“Wait…Where did you say Marissa was again?” Rogue looked at him suspiciously.

“Umm…Somewhere safe…With um…People.”

“What people?”

“Just…um…people…” He looked around nervously; he could see no one else in sight. “Please…Just don’t ask me any more questions, yo.”

“Oh Mah Gawd…She’s with Magneto?” Rogue’s jaw dropped. “Why didn’t ya’ll ask for help? How long has she been there? Is she all right?”

“Shh! No one’s supposed to know.”

“How can you call that safe? Magneto will kill her!”

“I don’t think so, yo. He ain’t done it yet. You don’t know my ‘Riss.”

“This is crazy. Ah gotta tell the Professor…”

“No! You can’t!” He forgot his fear of touching her for a moment, grabbing her wrist in his urgency. “Riss has got some sorta plan. And she’s safe…I’ve been talking to her on the phone.”

‘Todd…”

“This is Brotherhood business…Not Xavier’s…And she’s my girl, yo! When she says she’s got a plan, I believe her.”

“Ya’ll are nuts…”

“But, you won’t tell…Will you?”

“No…At least not yet…”

“I gotta go.”



It…No…He…always came in the dark…

It was cold and damp here and during those brief times when the lights were on, he could see smears of his own blood on the bare concrete floor. A filthy bucket in the corner was his toilet, full of piss and shit and vomit. He’d made the mistake of touching her the last time she’d been sent in to tend to him…So she hadn’t come back to dump it yet.

This thing…this mutant…this monster…

He came in the dark with that cold, gravely voice. Came not just to fuck him over and over again, but to torture him. To run cruel claws across his flesh…his body was covered with half-healed scratches and slashes. And his shoulders bore the marks of the beast’s teeth. He was battered and bruised, inside and out. And weak from hunger…

“Marissa sent me…Ain’t she sweet?”

He should have killed the bitch long ago…Before she’d ever gotten ideas. Before she’d ever called the cops. Before she’d gotten herself involved with those damned muties. He should have killed that white-haired pretty boy instead of just dumping him. Or maybe that would have just made things worse. Could they be worse than this?

He could hear them moving in the next room…

Angie…Stupid fucking junkie bitch…He’d asked her for help…pleaded with her…threatened her…even begged her. The beast let her go in and out. He sent her in with rubbing alcohol and bandages, food and water, sometimes a blanket. The lights would come on and the door would open and she’d sidle in with those quick nervous steps of hers. If he moved at all, even raised his voice to her, she’d vanish and the lights would go out again.

Where the hell were his men?

How long had he been here? How many times had the beast come in and just taken him? He didn’t even give orders…didn’t ask for anything. The beast just took what he wanted, throwing him against the wall or the floor, slamming his body against the concrete with each cruel thrust. Salvador didn’t bother to fight anymore…what was the point? Nothing he did seemed to do anything but excite the beast more.

He could hear them now…

He knew all of the beast’s noises now…His growls of pleasure, his grunts as he thrust harder, the rumbling that came when he got close. Since Angie was so quiet…she must be sucking him off. That’s what she was best at…Didn’t mean he was going to get off any easier. The thing could go again and again. God…not again…He fumbled for the damned bucket in the dark as his stomach tried to empty itself.

The terrifying snarling sound of the creature as it came…

How much longer could he survive this? Why didn’t the thing just kill him? He’d tried once, just once, to escape when Angie brought his food. He didn’t even see the blow that had sent him flying across the room to land hard against the wall. The lights had gone out…And the rest was a nightmare that must have gone on for hours. It was hard to tell how much time was passing…God he was hungry…He shouldn’t have touched her…

He could hear the door being unlocked…

No…Please no…No more…He scrabbled away from the noise, hearing himself babbling. He could hear the door closing…Then nothing. But he knew it was there…Watching him. He knew by now that it could move soundlessly when it wanted to. Where was it? By the time he felt the creature’s touch he was sobbing…begging…please…

“You been a bad little boy, haven’t ya?”


Damn John and his fire people!

Marissa tried to ignore the flaming simulacrum that kept shifting from her form to Remy’s and back again as she ran through her morning practice routine. It mimicked her movements, following her across the mats. John was “babysitting” again. Remy couldn’t get back soon enough as far as she was concerned.

John giggled at something and she refused…Yes…Refused to look and see what it was. Anytime Remy was gone, she could expect John and his imaginary friend to show up.

“So…Maggie says you picked ‘im as your ‘plan B.’ Bet the tin man was in a tizzy.” John giggled again, amused by his own comment.

“None of your business, John.”

“Come on…I thought we was mates, now…” The damned fire figure was miming an attack, close enough that she could feel the heat. It wore Remy’s face again.

“Why don’t you just come out and admit it John?”

“Admit what? That the famed thief of hearts has struck again?” The fire figure pressed its attack, close enough that she had to retreat or be burned.

“He hasn’t stolen my heart…” She swung at the figure with her staff in frustration as it got too close again. “Dammit, John!”

“You can’t get enough of him, can you?” The flame figure struck a come hither pose that was so unlike Remy that Marissa lost her concentration completely.

“I don’t think it’s me that can’t get enough of him…” She leaned on her staff a moment, eyes moving from John to the image and back. “Instead of playing these stupid games, why don’t you just come out and say it?”

“Say what?” The figure wavered a moment, then returned to a fighting stance and began to advance on her.

“I’m not gonna say it for you, John.” She backed away a few steps. “But, you’re not gonna get what you want if you don’t ask for it.”

Then she began to move again, this time in a faster sequence of moves that challenged his flame figure to follow. John followed the flaming figure slowly, concentrating on it. Marissa spun into a whirling combination of staff moves that passed the rod through the figure’s form several times while ducking its flaming weapon. John’s puppets were no where near as skilled as the real Remy.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied absently, his attention on controlling the flame figure’s movements.

“Yes you do.” She whirled once more. This time using a flick of the wrist to sent a fistful of glittering coins flying through the figure and pelting John with the small missiles. The figure lost its cohesiveness as she charged past it and advanced on him. A sharp tap with the staff sent his lighter to the floor, where it closed with a snap. The fire figure winked out behind her as she used the staff to shove him up against the wall.

“What the hell?” He was too shocked to fight back.

“Remy is mine.” She glared at him as she pressed the staff against his chest.

“You think I…” His pale cheeks reddened.

“It’s always Remy this and Remy that with you…” She shifted her stance so that she forced one knee between his legs, her face just inches from his. “And those damned fire puppets…”

“I…uh…you…”

“Say it John.” She waited a moment for him to answer…His mouth was working but nothing was coming out. “The more I become like him…The more you want me…That’s why you started this in the first place, isn’t it?”

“You…You’ve changed…” He licked his lips nervously, but she could feel him getting hard.

“And…”

“And…You’ ;re right. I…” He shifted nervously looking around. “I think…I…uh…It’s not fair! I can touch you but I can’t touch him? I’ve wanted him since before you got here…It wasn’t so bad when he had to leave here to get some…”

“And now it’s driving you crazy, seeing me with him.”

“Yeah.” He frowned.

“So what do we do about it?” She pulled the staff away, collapsing it and tucking it in a pocket. But she didn’t back away.

“I…um…have no idea.”

“Well…I do.”