| NO AUTHOR: SisterWine RATING: R-NC WARNING: NON-CON, DRUG ABUSE. DISCLAIMER: X-MEN DO NOT BELONG TO ME... YADDA YADDA.. JUST FOR ENTERTAINMENT AND MY OWN MUSINGS. CHARACTERS BELONG ONLY TO MARVEL AND 20th CENTURY FOX. NO MONEY EXCHANGE. SUMMARY: Logan sees something go wrong while spying on Remy, at a club. It is LOMY, but nothing between them. The music played and the dim lighting made it hard to focus clearly on the person he had been watching. He sat at the opposite end of the crowded bar and watched his target each time he took a drink from his beer. He had smoked several cigars, and growled a few times as a few big men had gathered around Remy, and started talking to him. The group of four seemed to be smiling and talking, while one of the big men began stroking Remy's cheek and whispering something in his ear. "No, t'anks, but I can'." Remy shook his head and stood up from the bar. Telling the men that he had to get home, he said goodbye and excused himself. The man that had been pawing at him, stood up and went after Remy. His friends had followed him, as he caught up with Remy and spun him around by the arm. Pushing the young man against the wall, they were surrounded by the other 2, for a more private meeting. "What's this, boy? You got your monthly timings, or somethin? I just asked if you wanted to go for a ride. No need to get cold on me." The man was an inch taller than Remy and had much more muscle to him. His eyes stared cooly at Remy and his grip on Remy's arm tightened. "I said no. Got my own ride. Scuse moi." Remy shrugged off the hand and tried to push past them, but was only thrown back against the wall and held there. "Look,...... I bought you the drink, so the least you could do is to give me a minute of your time. I mean, come on, a pretty boy like you sittin all alone at a bar, probably needin someone to talk to. What? You don't fuck guys?" The man smirked. "What's your name?" "I.... Remy." "Mmm, Remy. Tasty name. Are you that tasty too? Name's Jason. Do good to remember it, you'll be screamin for me later." The man snaked his hand down to Remy's concealed erection and rubbed against it. "Why don't we go outside for more private discussion, huh?" "Non. Please, I ha-have t' go." Remy pushed himself against the wall in attempt to free himself from the man's fondlings. He could feel his cheeks blush. "Your dick says otherwise, boy. But, I don't mind exhibitionism." Reaching into the left breast pocket of his maroon shirt, Jason pulled out a syringe full of clear liquid and removed the cap. "Don't struggle too much, I might slip. Trust me, kiddo, you'll like this." With that said, he motioned for the guard on his right to turn around and hold Remy's arm while his injected him with the liquid. Remy struggled as the prick stung his arm. Shivering, he fell near-limp against Jason before being shoved against the wall again. He pawed aimlessly at the hand on his pants, but was swatted away. Remy was lifted up and positioned so that his legs were wrapped around Jason's wide and muscular waist. His body felt as if it had a fever, and he couldn't struggle or charge anything due to his swimming vision. What did they inject him with? Pain shot through him as an equally thick and hard length entered him from underneath. He gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. "Stop. Don'... no!" He could only whisper and pant as the rough man moved faster inside him. "But, you want this, bitch. All pretty boys need good fuckin every now and then." Jason spat in his ear. Shuffling behind them, and then a man cleared his throat. "I think the kid said no. How bout, ya leave him alone?" Logan stood behind Jason and crossed his arms. He glanced at Remy's paniced expression and put a hand on Jason's shoulder. Leaning closer so that no one else could hear, he whispered. "Pull out, let go, and get lost. The Cajun aint no one's bitch." Jason smirked but remained where he was. "Aw, and I didn't even get to come yet. Sides, maybe Remy wants me to finish. He aint strugglin anymore, and his dick is so hard for sex." Logan released a claw and pressed the tip under Jason, letting it rest at Jason's tight furball. "I said, pull out. Or, the next feelin you'll have, won't be yer orgasm." Jason swallowed and did as he was instructed. Letting Remy fall against the wall, he zipped himself up and backed away. Nodding to his friends, the men laughed and walked away. Logan had moved to shield Remy and fix his clothing. "You ok, kid?" He checked Remy for any possible sign of coherency. Remy nodded and wrapped his arms around Logan. Burying his face in Logan's shoulder, he whispered a request to go home and put the incident behind them. "Okay. Come on. Where's yer bike? Rem?" Logan held onto Remy as he fought off sleep. "Do you remember where the Harley is?" "Oui. Over dere." Remy waved a hand to his right, as they stepped out into the lot. Logan nodded and looked for the bike. Finding it, he held the Cajun closer and told him he'd come back for it after getting Remy home. "Kay." Remy yawned and groaned in pain at the movement. "Next time, don't do this again." The End. |