Title:
A Broken Dream
Author: Raihne
Fandom: X-Men Evolution
Pairing:
Kurt/Todd
Warning: Lots of angst and
hurting for our boys. Non-con, violence, but sweetness too
Summery: The Mutant Registration
act has finally come into being. And the X-men's worst fear became a
reality. Mutants are rounded up and placed in concentration camps as an
untapped reasource. Those who aren't of use to the gov't . . .
Disclaimer: Now you know they aren't mine.
Stop reading the disclaimer and get to the fic already!
This is a thank you to Idgie for giving me a LJ code so I can take
non-anon part in the Live Journal community. Especially the Todd and
Kurt one! ^_^V
<Part 1>
It was November once again. The air
carried a bitter chill with it that cut straight to the bones of
most all of the prisoners. For Todd Tolensky however, it was even
worst. Because of his mutation, Todd's body worked like that of an
amphibian which meant he had no internal regulation for his body
temperature. He had to be in a warm place to feel warm. Todd had not
felt warm in a very long time.
The sirens calling for prisoners to wake up went off
at five o'clock, just like every other morning, and Todd rolled onto
the floor and shook himself awake as much as he could, He had existed
in a half aware state since the brotherhood's home had been raided and
Freddy, Lance and him had been captured four years before. At first
he'd believed someone would come for them, but years passed and Todd
watched as Freddy was drugged and burned. He'd watched the lights go
out in Lance's eyes until he was just another peice of equipment.
Pietro had never been caught. Sometimes Todd imagined that he and Evan
had run before things got bad, and were now living together in some
other country, but that wasn't likely. They were both probably gunned
down trying to get away.
It was like he was in Hell. And no matter what
horrible things he'd done, the small amphibious mutant could not think
of anything that would make him deserve this!
The second siren came and he stumbled to line up
outside the bunk house. Human soldiers poked and proded at the collars
around the neck of the more powerful mutants, others checked the
uncollared ones for any sign of illness. When they got to Todd they
wrenched his mouth open and grabbed his tounge, stretching it out to
full length.
"Ready for another fun filled day mutie?" The guard
chuckled and Todd fought back the need to flinch and nodded meekly.
He'd found out the first year the mouthing off was a quick way to end
up dead, and no matter what kind of Hell he was in, he still didn't
want to die. "Good. Report to the mess hall for breakfast and then get
to work. Your regular 'customers' are waiting." The man let go and Todd
brought his tongue back in, ignoring the angry looks directed at him by
his fellow mutants.
Mutants who weren't of any use were drugged and
burned. Mutants who talked back ro tried to escape were drugged and
whipped and then burned if they couldn't get up fast enough. A mutation
allowing you to jump high and eat flies wasn't of use to anyone and so
Todd used the one saving grace he did have from his mutation. A long
prehensile tongue was enough to keep the sex starved soldiers happy.
Todd was good with his tongue, and he made sure the soldiers knew it!
As long as he let them lay him, they wouldn't be laying him to rest.
Because of his. . . talent, he also got more food and real shoes and
socks. That put him on bad terms with his fellow mutants. . . but he
was alive.
In the mess hall soldiers gave cat calls and
molested him as he walked by. Todd put on a slutty face and let them.
Some of them actually gifted him with things for services rendered and
with winter coming he needed those gifts to arrange for some warmer
clothing.
"Hey mutie baby."
Todd set his tray down and looked up with a
too-bright smile. The soldier's name was Drake, he was one of the
regulars and one who paid well too. He slipped up to the human and
waited for permission to speak.
"Talk to me."
The smile became less forced, "Hey Dray, waz up yo?"
"The usual." He ran a hand over Todd's stomach, "You
got time for me after breakfast?"
"Always got time for you fool."
Drake laughed, "Careful with that word baby, some of
the guys here don't know you like I do. They might take offense."
Todd nodded.
"Go on and eat. I'll join you when I'm ready."
He was glad to get back to his food. Sometimes Todd
thought they purposely kept the prisoners just at the point of
starvation without death. It meant they were easier to handle. It was
only by some long lost bit of luck that Todd was fed well to keep him
well formed for his services. He scarfed down his food just slow
enough so that he didn't get sick, and then waited until a hand fell on
his shoulder.
"Ready baby?"
Todd nodded and let Drake lead him to the little
shed where he performed his duties. He stood stiff and solomn until the
door was closed. The minuet the lock was thrown though, he slumped to
the slightly soiled blankets that lined the ground and sighed, "Oh man
yo! If you call me baby one more time I'm gonna slime ya!" He snorted.
Drake laughed and shook his head, "Hey I got a part
to play don't I?"
"You play it too well sometimes." Todd groaned and
burrowed under all of the blankets he could, "Give me a cuddle would
ya, I'm freezing!"
Drake slipped off his shirt and pulled Todd to him,
loaning the smaller boy some of his body heat. "It's going to get
really cold soon."
"Don't remind me." Todd shivered. "Don't know how
I'm gonna make it through yo."
"Well they're building a new bunk house near the
south wall." He whispered, "It's going to be heated, might even have a
shower with hot water. The comander wants to use it for visiting
counsel men, to show them how well we treat our muties."
Todd snorted at that.
"They want muties with really obvious mutations
there. You know, to make a point. If you were really nice to the
command group, I bet they'd let you in."
"Sounds like Heaven man." Todd breathed and snuggled
closer. "How much time is left?"
"I've got twenty minuets."
He nodded and closed his eyes, "So how's dad doin'
yo?"
Drake Tolenski, now know as Drake Mires, ruffled his
big brother's hair. "Dad's an asshole as usual, but he really does miss
you." He saw a shadow pass by the door way and snickered, "Well? Make
with the groanin' or there's no way they'll think yer service is worth
it."
Todd glarred at his brother and gave a very
convincing groan followed by a series of whimpering while drake pounded
his booted foot into the floor.
"That's it! That it! Suck it ya mutie freak! There
ya go baby!" Drake fought back the grin that was forming on his lips.
"I am so going ta kick yer ass for this." Todd
snarrled and gave a loud cry, "Yeah! Harder yo!"
After ten minuets, the two of them beat off and made
sure to cover Todd in cum and then sat in silence, just holding each
other waiting for the next knock to come.
"I'm gonna get you out of here Todd. You know that
right?"
"Yeah Dray. I know." He closed his eyes again and
rested his head on his little brother's chest. He didn't believe for a
moment that he was going to go anywhere but the afterlife, but Drake
didn't need to know that. No one did.
________________________
After Drake left there were five more customers
before lunch and then Todd was allowed to wipe the spunk off of himself
and head to the back of the mess hall. There were some soldiers that
refused to eat near him when he smelled like sex, but with a thick
blanket on his shoulders and a hot meal in his hands, Todd was content
to sit in the dirt and lean against the cook house wall. He was just
finishing his bread and broth when he heard a commotion by the gates.
He put his tray in the wash rack and slipped along the wall to see what
was going on.
"Open up! Hurry damn it! This one's a real fighter!"
"Ack! Lasst mich los ihr Arschloecher! Ich bin doch
kein Tier, das man einsperren Kann!" [1]
Todd's mouth fell open in shock. The slim, blue
furred mutant was twisting and writhing gnashing his fangs and whipping
his tail trying to free himself from the men who held him. His
amber eyes flashed golden in fury. The five guards holding the
squirming mutant down were battered and bloody but the glint of silver
around Kurt's neck was testimony that he wasn't escaping. The collar
would stop him from teleporting and the tracking device inside it would
led troups straight to him even if he did make it out.
"Nehmt Eure Dreckspfoten von mir! Zum Teufel mit
Euch! Ich werde das nicht so einfach mit mir machen lassen!" [2]
Todd saw the man coming up behind the blue furry
mutant with a thick club and he did something he hadn't done since he
was captured. He made himself visible. Without even thinking the
greenish mutant raced to the gates and wrapped himself around Kurt's
flailing form, holding tight.
"What are you doing slut?!" The man with the club
snarrled.
Todd looked around, frantic, he finally saw the
commander who made use of him each day and appealed to him. "Please yo.
I'll be responsible fo' him. I'll do what evah you want yo."
"863386546759." The commander spoke directly to him.
He looked up, releived. The man didn't sound angry,
in fact, he sounded like he was humoring a child. A lot of the soldiers
treated Todd like a favored dog or cat, like he wasn't smart enough to
know when he did something that was stupid or wrong. Todd had never
corrected them. Most of them probably though he was retarded or
something. "Please yo."
The older man looked like he was about to speak and
then he noticed that the blue mutant had stopped struuggling and was
shivering in the whore's grasp. "You two know each other." It wasn't a
question.
Todd nodded, unsure if he should be speaking.
"Explain."
"I went to school with him."
After a moment the white haired commanded nodded,
"We will discuss this when you come to our . . . appointment this
afternoon."
"Yes sir."
"I expect a brilliant performance after putting up
with this stunt."
"Always yo."
"Well then, since you have a free half hour, you can
take this one to be processed."
Todd nodded and pulled Kurt to his feet. "Come on
fuzzy."
The fanged mutant stared at him, "Todd?"
"That's my name yo."
"Vat are you doing here?"
"Surviving fool. Just like you'll be doin'. It's all
we can do now."
Kurt shivered again.
~tbc~
[1] Let me go! Ass holes! I am not an animal to be caged!
[2] Get your dirty paws off of me! Damn you to Hell! I will not let you
do this to me!
I want to give a thank you to a reader who wrote and corrected my
German for me. I will be clearing any longer German phrases now by
Emailing Topasu about them since I seem to be more rusty than I
realized. Thank you Su-kun.
<Part 2>
Kurt followed Todd into a long building near the
gates. The smaller mutant hadn't said a word since his ominus prophesy
when Kurt has first recognised him. The silence worried the blue man
more than the guards threats had. Nothing had ever shut Tolensky up
before.
Their first stop was a grey, squarish room. A
slender soldier looked up when they entered and Todd kept his eyes on
the ground while talking to him. "A new one to be processed sir. The
comander asked me to escort him."
"It." The man insisted, "There is no gender but it
amoung your kind."
Kurt flinched a bit. This was bad. Even dogs had a
gender assigned them. Were they really considered lower than dogs here?
His tail flicked back an forth in an aggitanted maner.
Todd nudged his sharply in his ribs, "Stop it yo!"
The green boy whispered, "They notice that it could be dangerous and
your tail is history. Just act like it's only good for balancing. No
sudden moves. I can BS about you hitting those guards with it, but you
need to cool it fool."
He nodded slightly and let himself be led forward
and to a chair that reseambled a barber's.
"Hey, Slut. What did the comander say about the fur?
Full body shave or just match the hair to it?"
"He didn't say sir. Todd answered softly, "but I
have never seen his fur longer than it is now. If you match his hair to
it, you would have less work ta do yo. You c'n always blame me if the
comander objects."
The man grinned, "Helpful slut ain't ya?"
Todd didn't reply.
Kurt almost bit through his lip as the nasty man
shaved his long hair down to a quarter inch to match his fur length. It
was degrading and embarassing, and without his hair he felt naked! He
shouldn't have had that thought because the next room built on it.
"Strip."
"Vhat?!"
Todd elbowed him again and Kurt noticed the true
fear on his face. He slipped out of his shirts and jeans and stood
there, waiting. Todd cleared his throat, "all of it fool."
His eyes widened and he felt huimself blushing as he
pulled off his briefs and waited for the comments to start. He didn't
wait long.
"Well will ya look at that? Even his balls are
fuzzy!" One of the men taunted.
"His dick is too!"
Kurt forced himself to keep his hands at his side.
His cock had always been a source of embarassment to him. He was well
sized, nothing to be ashamed of, but his thick fur gathered around the
base and thined as it traveled up the shaft until it smoothed out about
5 inches down the 8. He had never been despirit enough to look, but he
was almost sure that even animals did not have fur on their dick's
shafts.
"How's it feel ta have such a nice pelt mutie?"
"You like it when someone pets you there?"
"Hey slut, this guy gonna be Toady's little helper?
I might haf'ta try you both out. I'm curious."
"You're actually going to. . ." another soldier
questioned and looked a bit green.
"Well it isn't like it would make you gay or
anything. Muties don't have genders. They're just muties. The extra
bits are just part of the mutation stuff."
Kurt couldn't believe what he was hearing! They were
actually thinking about. . . And Toad. . .He looked at the other boy
and gasped when he offered no denile.
The soldiers finally tossed Kurt a gray cotton shirt
and faded grey jeans that looked like they'd been worn over and over,
judging by the holes covering them. "Your clothing numbers are 798. You
will remember that and when they clothing is washed at the end of the
week you will get this exact set back. You will wear these clothes
until we give you new ones, or you are burned, in which case we will
get them back and give them to the next mutie that comes along.
Kurt's stomach felt like it would rebel. He was
wearing the clothes that who know how many prisoners had died in.
Todd lead him to the next room more slowly, as if he
knew Kurt was not up to going faster. //Of course he knows! He's been
here for who know how long. He's been through this too!//
At the next door Todd paused. "This is where you get
yer number and yer task yo."
"Task?"
Todd nodded, "Everyone here works or burns. They use
our powers."
"But you can't. . ."
"I got a great tongue yo." Todd blushed.
"You. . ."
"Listen, since yer all furry they're gonna bolt a
number plate onto your shoulder blade, cause yer fur would cover a
tatoo. It'll hurt like hell but if you bite them they'll pull out yer
fangs. So deal with it yo, or it'll hurt a lot worst."
"Bolt. . ."
"They're gonna pick a job fer you based on yer
powers yo. Fer you, they'll probably pick something high up since you
got good balance and they can't trust you enough to use your
teleportation . If you work like that they'll feed you just enough to
let you slowly starve yo, and when you're too weak to work you'll go to
the furnace."
"Mein Gott."
"There's still a way to survive. If yer real nice ta
the ones that matter they'll let ya service th' men. I'm the only one
so far that tried it, but this is no place for pride yo."
"So I die or sell myself."
"That's it."
"Vhat kind of choice is zat?"
"Life or death."
"How vill zey agree. . .?"
"I can do some entertaining in there and convince
them to let us work as a team. Some o' these guys would love that
shit."
"And if I chose to verk?"
Todd looked slightly hurt by the question. "You'll
lose whatever you have inside of you that make's you human." He said
softly. "You'll end up a living breathing machine that lives ta serve.
You might end up whored off anyway once they break you. Yer a good
lookin' guy. They like that." He shivered. "Lance was good looking.
It's the only reason they still work him. He can barely pull his own
weight now. But he's still a good looking hole."
"zat's. . . Gott zat's sick!"
"Well?"
Kurt's breath caught in a tiny sob.
"Don' cry yo. It's not as bad as it looks fool."
"ze Xmen. . ."
"Yeah. I thought you goody goods would rescue me
too. Pietro ran fer ya when we got busted."
"H. . . he made it to za mansion." Kurt breathed.
"But ve didn't know vhat camp you vere in. ve've been searching. . ."
Todd looked up for the first time. His eyes searched
Kurt's begging for the truth. "Honest yo?"
Kurt nodded. He had been caught searching through
the fence of this very camp for a sign of Todd, Lance, or Freddy. Todd
didn't need to know that the other Xmen had all given up two years ago.
That Kurt, Evan, and Pietro were the only ones who kept looking.
"Freddy is dead."
"Oh."
"So, you wanna stay alive 'till we're rescused yo?"
Todd asked, only half beleiving that they could have a chance.
Kurt closed his eyes and grit his teath. If Todd
could survive this then he would too. Any way he could. He nodded and
whispered. "Ja."
"You ever been with a guy yo?"
"I have never been vith anyvon."
"Serious?"
He nodded again.
"Think you can let me touch you without flinching?"
Kurt swallowed hard. "I. . ."
Todd looked away again, "Look, I know I'm not
exactly a great catch or anything but I'm good at what I do yo. I do it
enough every day."
"It's not that! I just. . ."
"Yer scared."
"Ja."
"First rule of the camps fuzzy. You ain't got the
luxury of bein' scared."
<Part 3>
The numbering room was cold and dirty. Four men were
gathered in one corner at a desk, talking and laughing as if they
weren't marking innocent people as no better than slaves. Kurt fought
to keep his tail from twitching as it did when he was agitated. Todds
earlier warning had made of very deep lasting impression. //If they
took my tail. . .// He shuddered.
Ahead of him Todd cleared his throat and the men
looked up at them. "I brought the new guy, the commander asked me to
walk him through processing yo."
"Hey green stuff." A short, skinny guy with shaggy
brown hair stepped up to them and took Kurt by the chin, forcing his
head up. "Guys got fangs. Are we gonna need the muzzle?"
"Nah, they're show only, no bit in 'em, man."
The green eyes rested on Todd momentarily before
swinging back to Kurt. "Name's Drake, I'll be the artist today." He
ruffled the short blue fur and shook his head, "Gonna have to plate
you, the fur's to thick. You an' Mutie Baby go sit in the corner while
I engrave it, I'll call you when it's ready."
Todd nodded and took Kurt to sit on the floor in the
corner indicated. He bent closer to the pointed blue ear and whispered.
"Ready fool?"
Kurt nodded so slightly that the other boy almost
missed it.
"I'm gonna have ta be the aggressor. Don't wan't
them thinking yer horning in on their territory."
"Jou mean homming?"
"No. I don't." He moved so that Kurt was between his
legs and nipped the tip of the ear he'd been whispering into. "Try ta
look like ya like it dog, they have enough empty holes, what they want
is a hungry slut."
"Jou are not helping." He closed his eyes and tried
to block out everyone but Todd. Surprizingly enough, Todd himself
wasn't a turn off. Not at all.
Strong, webbed hands slipped over his stomach,
lifting his shirt. One hand went north from there the play with his
already tightening nipples, and the other. . .
"Mien Gott en Himmel!" He yelped as the other hand
slid into his pants to tease his awakening cock. It was only a very
light touch, but Kurt had never been touched there by anyone before.
Not even himself. He hated the half furry thing that lay between his
legs. Todd didn't seam to hate it though. And Kurt found himself with a
new appreciation for it. "Ah! Umnnn."
"Hey, guys." One of the soldiers nudged the other
ones and drew their attention to the pair of them. "Check it out."
"Slut one and slut two." Another grinned in
appreciation.
"Think there'll be a new play thing for us. I don't
really like touching the muties, but watching them. . . whew!"
Drake's eyes widened and him mouth fell open. //My
little brother is not making me horney. My little brother is NOT making
me horney. MylittlebrotherisNOT. . . shit.// He blushed bright and kept
working on the plate for the blue kid's shoulder.
Kurt's eyes had shot open at the first voice and his
erection had wilted. He was panting in fear and humiliated now.
"Don't listen t' them fuzzy. Listen ta me." Todd
lowered his voice to a smooth and sexy drawl and kept working his hand
in Kurt's jeans.
He closed his eyes again and leaned back into the
other mutant, "Ja."
"Your accent's amazin' yo. Every time you talk I
wanna jump ya where you stand."
"Vhat?!"
"Shhh. Lemma make ya feel good fuzzy. Make ya feel
real nice."
"T. . . todd. . ."
He ran his tongue over Kurt's collar bone and down
into his shirt to lap at one of the peeked nipple hidding there,
lifting the cloth up so their audience could see exactly what he was
doing.
"Ack!" Kurt arched into the touch, pushing his chest
up and his pelvis out to meet both intruders to his body. The slight
increase in pressure over his cock made him moan, almost a sob. "Todd.
. . please. . ."
"Open yer fly."
His two fingered hand fumbled over the button and
zipper, finally able to pull it down. The blue mutant could feel his
erection bob free, but it was only worht noticing for a moment before
the tongue that have so recently laved his chest so hungrily slipped
down to wrap around his cock. The combination of cold air and warm, wet
tongue was too much for Kurt. He arched into it and let go.
Todd caught all of the milky stuff with his tongue
and lapped it up gladdly. He tucked the other boy back into his pants
and gathered him close. Kurt was floating somewhere between waking and
sleeping, a silly smile on his face. He turned in Todd's arms to
snuggle up to him and began to purr softly. the amphibious mutant
looked up and nodded.
Kurt flinched as the bolts went in, his blissful
calm robbed from him. But he didn't scream, and he didn't bite. He was
afraid that he might accidently bite Todd instead of the hands causing
him pain. Todd traced the cold metal with one of the same hands that
had brought him such unknown pleasure only moments before.
"Good show."
Those two words were like ice the way that the pain
hadn't been able to touch. The most erotic experience of his life had
been an act. A despirit stab at survival. He'd forgotten that. He stood
stiffly and waited for Todd to get to his feet too.
"C'mon." Todd mumbled and led him out of the room.
"I'll take you to the bunk house."
He nodded and followed silently.
When they were gone, one of the men who;d been
watching grinned, "I'm going to have a talk with the comander. That
mutie might be good with hieghts but I think we just found a better use
for him.
Drake nodded, "I'll be putting a word in too." he
cleared up his tools and closed his eyes. //And I'll be having a talk
with Todd tomorrow at our 'meeting'. That was . . . a little too hot.//
________________________
"Kurt?"
"Vhat?" He answered in a dead voice.
"It wasn't that bad was it fool?"
"No." He shook his head. "It vasn't bad at all."
"So what got you going from happy puddle to dead
wood." Todd grinned, "bad joke."
Kurt smiled a bit at that, "Rotten." He agreed.
"So what happened back there yo?"
"Situation just hit home."
The pale mutant nodded, "Nothing like pounding
something inta yer skull by bolting somethin' ta yer bones."
Golden eyes blinked incredulously, "Thank you. I
didn't think I could feel worst."
Todd smiled slightly, "You have no idea how much
I've missed having a sudo freindly face around."
"Yeah." Kurt said softly, under hi sbreath and below
Todd's hearing. "I do."
They reached another building and Todd pushed the
furry boy inside ahead of him then closed the door.
"What do you want Nothing."
Todd's lips thined at the insulting nic name but he
swallowed his ire back like always. "Brought a new guy. Needs bunk
assignments."
The man looked up from the desk and blinked at Kurt
a moment before smiling broadly. "Real showy one isn't he."
Todd knew he wasn't supposed to answer.
"Set him up in your shed for now. We don't have any
bunks open right now until the next light up."
Kurt shivered in spite of himself. He could smell
the ashes of burnt bodies all around the camp already. How much worst
would it be when. . .
"Sir if he's in my shed where will I. . ." Todd
smiled lewdly, "Work?"
"He can work with you. If you don't turn your
customers off, he wont."
Todd nodded and pulled Kurt along to the small shed.
"Vhat do I do now?"
The smaller boy closed his eyes, "six more hours in
the day." He gathered the dirty blankets and lay them out as neatly as
he could. "You just keep in the shadows and keep those glowing eyes
shut okay? You'll have to start doing this tomorrow, just hide for
today."
"Start doing vhat?"
Todd looked away and frowned, "It's not usually as
bad as it's gonna be in a sec yo. I'm behind in my clients 'cause I
took you around. This'll be catch up for a while."
Kurt closed his eyes tight as the door opened. He
cringed into the corner of the shed, deep in the shadows, and listened
to the grunting and moaning of the random soldiers, and Todd whimpering
as he was used more than a human body would have been able to take. But
that was the whole issue wasn't it. He burried his face in his arm and
tried to block it out. //More zan a human could take. But zis is
happening vecause ve are not human.//
~tbc~