X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ Captives and Conspirators ( Chapter 22 )

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.

 

Welcome back...This is...Oh My God! Chapter Twenty Two and 83,243 words according to MS Word. Yipes! So much for being a one shot, huh?

 

Warnings: S-E-X, D/S, bondage, threesome (m/m/f), oral, hand job...Oh hell, just read the damn thing. I'm sure I'll forget something.

 

As always, constructive criticism is welcome.

 

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

 

<b>Chapter Twenty Two: Captives and Conspirators </b>

 

Time to wrap things up here.

 

The punk wouldn't last much longer and it was almost time to check in with the boss. Get some good footage of the kids being good little boys and girls. Pietro and Wanda going to school, the others at work. Todd and Lance outside painting and digging in the dirt. Snap a few extra photos for the girl. Might like that. The boys been working hard and it showed.

 

Been fun. Skinny chick had a mouth like a damned Hoover when she wasn't babbling. She looked better than he had when he grabbed her…Made him wonder just how bad it got with Salvador's gang. Salvador…well there wasn't much left of him. Oh he was still alive, barely. He'd be going home real soon.

 

Make a few trips back to Salvador's place to stir things up. Mark `em in their sleep. Leave `em bleeding in the dark wondering just what the hell just happened. Whisper in the dark.

 

“Fuck with the Brotherhood…Ya fuck with me.”

 

Sit back and watch them swarm like ants, trying to find the intruder. Not a one of them had half of Salvador's brains. `Course, he wasn't thinking much nowadays. Bet he'd never be able to sleep in the dark again. Became a game to see how many he could mark in one night before the alarm rang out.

 

Got some nice footage of that too…Let the boss believe it was the Brotherhood what did that. In a way they did, didn't they? Marissa was Brotherhood wasn't she?

 

Looking forward to collecting the rest of that fee. Almost forgot, was gonna pick up a few things for her. None of them others had bothered to bring her anything nice. Not even that red-eyed bastard, Gambit.

 

Get the skinny bitch to use the camera. Make a movie…since Salvador liked it so much. She knew how to do it, keep his face and his hands out of the shot. Gonna make some copies of that.

 

No fight left in the punk. Not so much fun anymore. Think the bitch was enjoying it, making that movie. She hated that bastard. Punk wasted his breath begging her for help.

 

Wrap the bloody wreck in a sheet. Dump him in the same bed he'd been snatched from. Mark a few more punks. Leave `em something interesting to watch.

 

Been fun. They wouldn't bother the Brotherhood again. Wouldn't cross Marissa again. And if they did, well. He just might give a freebie or two. Not one to fuck with, that girl.

 

Just one more delivery to make before he went home…

 

 

Maybe this wasn't such a great idea. Marissa wiped her damp palms on her jeans, hoping John wouldn't notice. Remy had sent her to collect him shortly after dinner. She wasn't sure what was going through Remy's head right now, but what she felt through the link made her uneasy.

 

Magneto was gone on another of his business trips and he'd taken Peter with him this time. No lessons, no chess games, no excuses to wiggle out of this one. John was snapping his lighter open and shut rapidly. Guess he was nervous too.

 

She knocked on Remy's door. It opened after just a moment. Remy looked them over slowly, his expression unreadable before waving them inside, silently. He was dressed in a pair of silky black pajama pants and nothing else. He plucked the lighter from John's fingers as he stepped inside.

 

“Hey!”

 

“You don' need dat.” Remy locked the door behind them and turned to put the lighter on a shelf.

 

“But I…” John looked lost without it.

 

“It's O.K. John, not like he's gonna keep it.” Marissa turned around slowly, trying to decide what to do next. It was one thing to suggest something…actually doing it was another story.

 

“Marissa…” She turned to look at Remy. “Take dem clothes off, den on the bed.”

 

“You…um…don't waste time, huh?” John licked his lips nervously.

 

“No. Make yourself comfortable, John.” Remy leaned against the wall as he watched Marissa undress. She shot a few nervous glances at the two men. John's gaze kept flicking between her and Remy. After a moment John gave himself a little shake and began to pull off his shirt.

 

When she was nude and her clothes carefully piled on a chair, Marissa knelt on the bed, waiting. John had stripped down to his underpants, but had stopped there and sat nervously on an armchair. Remy hadn't moved.

 

“Stay dere.” Remy crossed the room and opened the drawer of his nightstand and pulled out the leather cuffs. Then he turned to her and leaned over to fix them on her wrists.

 

“Wait…Remy. I don't do that with John…” She murmured to him, uneasy about crossing that line with John. He was too unpredictable to play submissive with.

 

“Hush. Trust me. Remy know what he's doing.” He gathered her wrists in one hand and turned her face up for a deep plundering kiss. The kiss and the cuffs began to cast their spell on her and her mind began to quiet. She didn't protest when he pulled out a third bit of leather and brushed her hair aside to fasten it around her neck. She shivered at the smooth, cool touch of the leather.

 

“Hey…Didn't know you guys were kinky like that.” John crossed his legs nervously as he shifted in his chair.

 

“Does dat bother you, John?” Remy turned his strange red eyes on the other man, who blushed.

 

“N…No. I…um…What should I do?”

 

“Relax, mon ami. Dis will be fun, no?” He stroked Marissa's hair briefly. “Marissa, you go make John more comfortable.”

 

He gave her a small pat as she slipped off the bed. She crossed the room quickly and knelt in front of John's chair. John uncrossed his legs and sat up a little to watch her curiously. She slowly ran her fingers up his ankles and legs while she leaned close to rub her face against John's belly.

 

Remy followed her slowly and stood leaning against John's chair. She could feel John's belly twitch beneath her cheek as he gasped a little. Marissa continued to kiss and caress him while a bulge grew inside his shorts.

 

After a few moments of this, Marissa hooked her fingers in the waistband of his shorts and began to pull them down. John looked nervously from her to Remy and back again. Remy reached a hand down to John's shoulder, letting it rest there. When Marissa had finished, his dick stood twitching in front of her. She flicked a quick glance at Remy before leaning closer and giving it a slow lick.

 

John gasped and gripped the arms of the chair. He swallowed and looked up again at Remy. Remy gave him a little smile and squeezed his shoulder. He felt Marissa's mouth closing over the head of his cock and he looked down at her again.

 

“She is good, no?” Remy leaned closer and moved his hand from John's shoulder to the back of his neck, fingernails scraping lightly over the skin. John gave a little shiver and looked back up at the other man. Marissa was working on him in earnest now, mouth and hands moving together.

 

“Shit…yes…” Then Remy closed the gap between them, meeting John's lips. The smaller man moaned and opened his mouth. Remy controlled the kiss, taking his time. John groaned into his mouth and the room was beginning to get warm. Marissa watched them curiously and slowed down to a teasing pace. What she felt pouring through her link with Remy was almost as hot as the room itself. It was hard to tell whose emotions were whose, but the combination was almost overwhelming.

 

Finally, Remy withdrew, leaving John looking dazed, his pale face flushed crimson.

 

“We move to de bed, mes amis.” Marissa rose slowly, pulling John with her. She drew him to the bed slowly. Remy followed them, stopping to slip the pajama bottoms off. John stared at his hard cock as he slid onto the bed, placing Marissa between them. She lay still as Remy fixed the cuffs to the head of the bed. John watched this with wide eyes.

 

Then Remy pulled John to lean over her body, kissing him again. Marissa shifted a little between them, biting her lip as she watched them. The room got even warmer, if that was possible.

 

“It getting hot in here, no?” Remy drew back a little and ran a hand down the length of John's body until he could grasp the other man's straining cock. John moaned.

 

“Yeah…hot…” Remy began to stroke him slowly.

 

“You de guest here…You tell us what you want, mon ami.” Remy licked his lips as he waited for the answer, his hand still stroking slowly.

 

“I want…Oh God…More…Remy…” John closed his eyes, his hips beginning to move in time with the stroking of his dick. Marissa shifted a little between them and a small sound of frustration escaped her. Remy chuckled.

 

“More o' dis?” Remy stroked him a little harder and his hips bucked a little. “Or some ting else?”

 

“Please…don't stop…” John was panting now. Remy leaned in again to kiss him while clever fingers continued to stroke him. Marissa was moving between them now, thighs moving against each other and her hips rocking as she tried to relieve her frustration. Remy pulled back a moment and shook his head a little.

 

“Tsk...Tsk…Patience, cher.” He chuckled and hooked one long lean leg over one of hers and pulled her legs apart. Marissa gave a little groan and bucked in protest. John opened his eyes drowsily. Flames seemed to dance in them and the air was hot enough that sweat had begun to bead on Remy's and Marissa's skin.

 

“We're leaving the little sheila out, ain't we?” His question was punctuated by gasps of pleasure. But, he copied Remy's motion and pinned her other leg with his own. Marissa gave another groan.

 

“She have no patience…” Remy's stroking sped up a little and he began kissing John again. John reached a groping hand downwards to rub at Marissa's throbbing clit and she moaned at the contact. She wriggled against his hand as best she could. He slipped his fingers downwards, sliding along her wet lips and back, teasing her. His touch grew rougher as he got closer and closer.

 

Then he came with a muffled groan, his semen spurting over Remy's hand and onto Marissa's belly. She grunted as she felt the warm stuff on her skin. John's hand withdrew and she whimpered. Then Remy's fingers were pressed against her lips and she opened them to suck John's fluids from his fingers. When his fingers were clean, he scooped up the fluids from her belly and fed them to her as well while John watched with rapt fascination.

 

“What about you, mate?” John licked his lips thoughtfully.

 

“You de guest…” Remy shrugged and drew lazy fingers down the hollow between Marissa's breasts. He trailed the fingers downwards slowly until he reached her clit, rubbing in slow teasing circles. Marissa moaned softly. “Remy let you choose.”

 

“I want…To touch you. Taste you.” John reached a hesitant hand to touch Remy's cock, wrapping his fingers around the shaft. When Remy didn't protest, he began to pump it slowly. Remy closed his eyes and sighed.

 

“Oui…Dat feel good.” Remy shifted position slowly until he was nearly on his back next to Marissa. He released her pinned leg in the process, though his fingers still continued to play lazily over her clit. Getting bolder now, John moved to crouch over Marissa's body. He lowered his mouth over the head of Remy's cock and began to suck hungrily. Remy groaned.

 

Marissa rolled over a little to watch them. John's expression was intense as he licked and stroked Remy's cock with his mouth and tongue. Remy's face was a little flushed and his expression was one of pure pleasure. And what she felt from him was…different, no less intense, but somehow sharper than what she felt when it was just the two of them. His fingers kept up their teasing rubbing…not quite enough to get her off, enough to keep her from cooling down.

 

“Ah…John…” The rest was in French, the tone heavy with lust. His hips were moving in time with John's enthusiastic efforts now. John was making small noises, grunts and groans of effort and encouragement. The room was still almost unbearably hot. A soft nudging against her hip told her John was getting hard again. Then Remy cursed and arched into John's mouth as he came, his climax echoing through the link and nearly driving her over the edge too.

 

The echo of Remy's climax left her breathless. She lay still between the two men as they began to kiss again. Remy had withdrawn the hand from her clit and she whimpered a little. Remy broke the kiss and looked down at her with another chuckle.

 

“Poor little ting…” He pinched her nipples playfully. “What should we do wit her, John?” Marissa squealed and squirmed.

 

“I can think of something.” Then John was kissing her, the taste of Remy's seed still in his mouth. She moaned as she felt two pairs of hands on her, pinching her nipples, kneading her breasts. Teasing her clit and pushing her thighs apart. Fingers toying with her clit, pulling at her lips, plunging inside. She bucked and writhed against them.

 

Then John pulled away and she made a little noise of disappointment that turned into a moan. She felt John's cock pressing its way into her, his hands pushing her thighs apart. She looked down at him, but the sight was blotted out as Remy claimed her mouth for a hungry kiss. She squealed and moaned into Remy's mouth as his hands toyed with her breasts and John began to pump his cock inside her.

 

She came almost immediately, pleasure seeming to explode through her. Remy moaned into her mouth and the pleasure almost doubled as it echoed back to her through the link. Remy was wide open now and was feeding everything they felt back through the link. It was dizzying. She could hear John grunting and gasping with effort as he pounded into her. She came twice more, screaming into Remy's mouth, before John came with a surprised grunt.

 

John collapsed beside her and rested panting a few moments before his hands began to play across both of their bodies. There was no trace of shyness in him now and when she looked, the flames were dancing in his eyes. The room had only cooled a little and both she and Remy were sweating. Of course John's skin was dry except for where he had touched them.

 

“You gonna have a go at her?” John grinned at Remy. “Wouldn't mind watching that.”

 

“Hmm…” Remy kissed her again, slowly. He reached up to unhook the cuffs from the bed, leaving her hands still bound and pulled her from the bed. He walked over to the armchair and turned her around to face John before sitting down. Then he pulled her down onto his lap.

 

He pulled her joined wrists over his head and hooked them behind his neck. He raised her up carefully then settled her back down, driving his cock slowly into her depths. Marissa moaned open mouthed as he began to guide her up and down. John moved to sit on the end of the bed, watching avidly. Remy's clever fingers played across her breasts and her clit and Marissa writhed on his lap.

 

After a few moments, John was no longer content just to watch and he moved closer until he could touch them. He caressed a leg here, a breast there. Then he began to kiss them, alternating between their mouths. Marissa lost count of how many times she came. Finally, Remy began to buck and grunt beneath her and when he came, it was John who swallowed his groan.

 

Afterwards, they all piled into Remy's bed. This time Remy lay in the middle and as she drifted off to sleep, Marissa mused that there was probably nothing John wouldn't do for Remy now…

 

 

“I'll be down in about an hour for supper. I want to get started on my English Lit homework.” Pietro called through the door as he tossed his knapsack in the direction of the bed before closing the door and turning on the light. He was startled by the muffled squeal behind him. He whirled around, flattening his back against the door, heart thumping.

 

“What the hell?” The muffled squeal turned into a moan as he and the interloper recognized each other.

 

On his bed was the skinny bottled blonde who had drugged him. She was bound in a sitting position to his headboard, her arms tethered tightly to the bedposts. Her mouth was gagged cruelly with a piece of cloth and her ankles had been bound together and tethered to the foot board. His knapsack had landed on her belly and had knocked a large manila envelope to the floor.

 

He scowled at her for a moment as she moaned again, her eyes wide and frightened. Then he picked the envelope up. It was labeled simply “Pietro.” He didn't recognize the handwriting, but he didn't waste time puzzling over it. He opened the envelope and dumped the contents on the bed.

 

There were half a dozen photographs, showing a badly bruised and bloody man he recognized as Salvador. There was also a home-made DVD recording marked “Pietro's eyes only” and a letter. The letter was from Marissa, and as he read it, a slow smile spread over his face. The expression was enough to make the blonde whimper.

 

He gathered the contents of the envelope back together and tucked them in his desk drawer before returning his attention to his…Yes…His captive. Marissa's letter made that clear. This girl, Angie, had been Salvador's personal property. Now that Marissa had effectively neutralized Salvador on his behalf. She was his. To do with as he pleased. Hmm…

 

He sat down on the bed, close enough to touch the woman and studied her face. She continued to whimper and struggled against her bonds. He reached out and tapped her nose just to watch her flinch.

 

“So…Long time no see.” He tilted his head to the side as he considered what he should do with her. Marissa had made an interesting suggestion. The woman made a muffled noise behind her gag and widened her eyes in an effort to communicate.

 

“I'm going to take this thing off and we're going to have a little talk. And there's no point in screaming. There's nobody here but the Brotherhood.” He wanted to sort out what to do with her before he had to explain her presence to the others. He leaned over her to untie the gag and pulled it free.

 

“Please don't kill me! I'm sorry. Salvador made me do it. I tried to help you. I did. I've seen people die from what he did to you…” He clapped a hand over her mouth to stop the babbling and she froze.

 

“First thing is…You don't tell anyone about that. Anyone.” He glared at her until she nodded assent. He pulled his hand away slowly, ready to shut her up again if necessary.

 

“Second thing…Has Salvador been taken care of?” He wanted more than just those pictures for confirmation and he'd have to wait until he had the house to himself before he could watch the DVD. He assumed it was confirmation.

 

“Oh yeah. The big guy…With the claws…He fucked Sal up really bad. Really, really bad. I'm the one what took those pictures.” She shivered. “I thought he was gonna kill me too. But all he did was order me around and have me blow him a couple of times a day. He said he was working for Marissa…” Pietro raised a warning hand as she began to wind up again.

 

“Third thing…This is the official story. The Brotherhood went in and kicked Salvador's ass. You asked for help and we took you with us. There was no big guy with claws. Got it?” He waited for her to nod, which she did. “If you get it wrong and I find out, I will kill you.”

 

“What…What are you going to do with me? I'll do anything you want…Just…Just don't send me back. Not to Sal…and…and not to that guy with the claws.” She shivered again. “I really am sorry…”

 

“You're going to have to earn your keep if you stay here. No freeloading.”

 

“I'll do whatever…You want me to blow you? Fuck you? Whatever you want…” Pietro scowled at her and she shut up.

 

“I already have a girlfriend. Which I haven't been able to touch since you and your pal Salvador fucked up my life.”

 

“You want me to do somebody else?”

 

“Actually, I do.” Pietro smiled at her coldly. “His name is Fred. As long as you're here, you're his girl. Unless I say differently.”

 

“Oh…OK.” She shifted in her bonds nervously.

 

“You're going to do your very best to make him believe you're really into him. He's not very bright, but he's a good guy. If you're smart, you'll keep him happy. He's the strongest guy I've got.”

 

“What's wrong with him?”

 

“You'll see.” Pietro gave another of those cold smiles. “Oh. And nobody else touches you, especially my sister.”

 

“Gotcha boss.” She pulled again at her bonds. “Could you um…untie me now?”