Title: Church Bells

Author: Crimson ([email protected])

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Rating: NC-17

Pairing/main characters: Gambit/Iceman

Series/Sequel: complete

Summary: Non-consensual slash between Remy and Bobby.

Disclaimer: Marvels...

Date: Nov 2001

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Warning: Non-consensual m/m sex!

Notes: CHALLENGE Answered
[email protected] wrote:
anyone up for a challenge to write a series more on the non-consensual side? rape, anyone? it would be interesting to read a different bobby/remy relationship than just the usual formula of them jumping into bed after two pages...
i can definitely see a story with gambit coercing a poor helpless bobby (well that's just the way everyone writes him, blushing and nervous about his sexuality) which would be a real change from the usual gambit/iceman slash stories.

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Church Bells

By Crimson

 

It's dark. Darker than it had been in some time. Yet somehow the woods stood out in a stark clarity. October is almost over and I crush the fallen leaves beneath my feet as I trudge heavily through the woods. The moon is full overhead. Well at least as full as it had been on this day in almost half a century.
I have no idea where I'm going, just that I had to get out of there.
He had deserved it. He really had. The way he walked up to me with all that flawless grace. The crass. The nerve. He had been drinking. We both had.
He had been dressed to the nines. His hair was slicked back away from his face for a change. The make-up he wore made his jaw more pronounced and his cheeks seem hollow.
He was laughing as he swayed and sauntered his way over, but his eyes seemed to lose their twinkle as he approached. His face sobered as he looked at me and waited for an invitation to sit down beside me. I folded my hands in front of me and stared at them. I hoped he couldn't tell I had been crying. He would mock me for it, the cocky fucker.
I waited for him to go away, but he didn't. Asshole.
He tucked one leg under the picnic table and straddled the bench. He had deserved it. I pursed my lips and waited for him to get bored and leave. He just sat there staring at me. I let him.
We stayed like that for a very long time. After a while he started shivering. He wrapped his cloak around him. The black silk and crimson velvet didn't appear to be thick enough to help much, but he stopped shivering and didn't stop staring at me.
"Hey," he stated after about another twenty minutes of sitting like this. He must have gotten bored after all. Not the reaction I expected.
I clenched my jaw. "What the Hell do you want, you fucking whore?" I grated. I waited for a punch in the face. It didn't happen. He didn't even flinch. He just continued to stare at me with his demon eyes.
After a moment he shifted. He removed his top hat and jumped up on top of the table, laying down on his back. From under the cloak he provided an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels. He sat it on the table beside him and then stared up at the sky.
"Beautiful, non?"
I looked up at the moon. It didn't look full to me. It didn't look beautiful neither. The clouds had concealed it for the most part. The overcast sky was dull and greary, causing most of the would-be Trick-or-Treaters to spend the night inside.
I looked at his bottle for a moment and then picked it up. If he wasn't going to drink it, I sure as well was.
There was another pause. I sniffed a little.
"You weren' kiddin' back dere wit' Ange, were you?"
"Go to Hell, Thief."
He shrugged. "Been dere an' back, homme."
Another long pause. I could hear the revels of what was going on inside. Laughter mixed with screams. The Halloween party was going well. "What do you want?"
"Not'in', Bobby."
"Then why are you here?"
"Hey, you were dere for me once... Ma'be I jus' like to repay my debts." Pause. "I saw de look in your eye when he laughed, Bobby. 'S like I said. I been dere." The last part whispered, like he didn't want to admit it.
He sat up suddenly and stared at me. He took the bottle from my hands and sucked down a deep swig. When he took the bottle down he raised it to the moon in a salute. For a moment I thought that he had howled, but that had been someone inside.
Even with all of the decorations and costumes, Gambit looked more haunted than the mansion could ever dream of being.
He brought his arm back down and took another swig before handing the bottle back to me.
"Le's walk. It's cold."
I don't know why I got up. I did though. And I followed him. Through the woods down a few paths. We ended up at the other side of the lake staring at the mansion. Neither of us said anything.
I handed him the bottle after a moment and he took another sip. It was close to being empty. Church bells chimed. Eight.
"You wanna talk about it?"
I didn't understand. I didn't know why he was being so nice. Then I started to cry. I tried to stop, but I couldn't. The alcohol had enhanced my emotional state enough that it was all I could do to keep from falling over and sobbing like a little girl.
Then his arms were around me. His cloak enveloped me and he held me and shushed me and told me everything was going to be okay and petted my hair as I cried into his chest. His heart beat into my ear. His body was pressed to mine. His arms around me. His chin on my head. I began to feel something unexpected.
When I stopped crying he pressed a kiss to the crown of my head. I looked up and blinked at him. Where had that come from? His heart picked up a beat. He shivered even though he felt warm to my touch. I noticed that he may have been crying too.
The air escaped lips and I could see it. I realized that there was frost on the ground. I put my arms around him and attempted to warm him. Then I looked in his eyes and kissed him.
His lips were soft and plush like a woman's. I resisted the urge to bite down on the lower lip. He didn't pull back. I moved my hands up and down his back and spread light kisses over his face before I rested on his neck.
I kissed and sucked and bit there, like the vampire he was supposed to be. He let out the faintest gasp at my attentions, and I realised he was sensitive.
I could feel myself hardening under the bandages that made up my mommy costume. I could feel the same happening to him through the leather slacks he was wearing.
I moved my hands down and untucked his shirt. Putting one hand up under the white silk, I was delighted to find a piercing.
I smiled and tugged on it a little. Then he pulled back. I was confused and I looked at him to try and find out what was wrong.
I stared into his eyes. There was nothing there. No anger. No lust. No pain. No joy. His face wasn't even his expressionless poker face. He just looked at me, as if curious to see what I would do next. Curious. The bastard was fucking curious to see what I would do.
I got mad and I punched him. He stumbled a little, but then caught his balance, straightened back up and looked at me. He didn't look pissed or even surprised. He looked... He looked as though he understood.
That made me even more angry. He wasn't supposed to understand what I was going through. He wasn't supposed to belittle me like that. He wasn't supposed to care. He wasn't supposed to sympathise. If he could sympathise, that meant I was like him.
I am not like Remy LeBeau. I snapped and ran at him, taking him down in a tackle. The almost empty bottle shattered on a rock by the shore.
He laughed and I punched him again. His lip was fatter and bloody. He flinched but made no effort to push me away. "Bobby, what do you t'ink you're doing?" He asked seriously.
I put my hands to his chest and used my powers on him. Ice spread up his chest and around his throat.
Fear and panic appeared in his eyes as the ice spread up his arms, holding them in midair with no way of escape and nothing in reach. It circled the back of his head and held it in place. For the first time he started struggling. It was too late of course.
He thrust upwards with his body and managed to push me off of him. He struggled with his arms trying to break what I had created. He kicked at me as I came back to him. He connected once with my face as I came down. I was impressed at the contortion that he had put his body through in order to obtain that angle.
I came back towards him. My jaw hurt. That made me more mad.
"Bobby?" He sounded scared. He was really afraid of what I might do to him. That exhilarated me.
His lips trembled seductively, and his penis jumped at me as I straddled his waist. It really was his fault that this had happened.
"Bobby, what are you doin'? Dis isn' a joke!"
I picked up a piece of glass and held it the side of his face as I tore open his shirt. His abdomen was tight and pale. Rippled and beautiful in the moonlight. I smiled at him.
He was crying, but he had gone quiet - afraid of the glass no doubt. His tears hit the ice behind his head. They would soon freeze to his face.
I used my other hand to stroke his hair and I bent and kissed the trickle of blood from his beautiful lips.
"Bobby," His voice was harsh. His lungs and throat too cold to work right. "Bobby, please..."
He begged me. I shushed him. I licked his cheek and smiled at him. I leaned over his mouth and spoke to him. "You want this, don't you, you tramp?" I pressed into his body as I spoke.
He didn't respond with words, but his penis pressed hard against my own. He wanted this so bad. He wanted me to throw him down and then screw him. That was why he lead me away from the mansion. That was why he goaded me on and got me drunk.
Remy LeBeau. Everyone's favourite whore. He was always in control of his relationship. I was always being controlled. That was why this was so perfect. He knew it. He wanted it.
I realised that the glass had cut his face and dropped it on the ground beside us. I didn't need it to be in control. He was helpless and afraid even without it.
I put my hands on either side of his stomach. He was thin, almost fragile in my hands. Still shivering. I rubbed him. There was a fine patch of hair just below his navel. I tangled my fingers in it.
I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. He was wearing black silk briefs. His soft white body looked perfect in them. I rubbed my hands over his erection. He groaned raggedly.
"Bob..." he sniffed.
I bent and kissed his body, rubbing my chest over his silken clad genitalia. These clothes just wouldn't do.
I extended the ice along the sides of my body in two sharp blades. The wraps I was wearing fell to the ground. That was better.
The ice disappeared and I rubbed myself on him. He made a small whimpering noise as I pulled his briefs from his hips and down his legs.
I felt the underneath of his sack. So soft and smooth. I could see his penis throbbing in the dull light. I licked it twice and then took it fully into my mouth. He let out a small gasp. I sucked him off with everything I had. I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to drink down everything he had.
I removed my mouth to readjust. I sat on his chest and then bent forward, rubbing myself on his stomach. I made three grating motions on top of him, while pumping his shaft to the same time.
He felt so great underneath me.
"Why...?"
He was enjoying this. How could he not be? He asked for this. How could he ask why? He was the one that wanted this.
I licked the middle finger of my hand which was not continuing the motion. Then I bent and took him in my mouth again. One quick movement that almost didn't capture him entirely. I pumped and sucked and blew. With one hand I stroked and played with his balls.
Then I used the hand that I had lubricated with my spit and pushed my middle finger into his soft pucker.
He jumped and struggled, trying to stop me. But he couldn't. He knew it. His body pushed up away from my finger and into my mouth. I deep throated him and somehow managed not to gag. I pressed my finger to his prostate and groaned as he spasmed beneath me.
That was all he could take. He released in my mouth and I loved it. I sucked down every drop of the fluid that I had so badly craved. This was what the flirt deserved. He deserved to have someone throw him down and fuck him wordless. Deserved to have someone wipe that smug look off his face.
I turned and looked at him. He was breathing hard and biting his already bloody lip to keep from screaming. He looked so sexy. I came up and brought my cock to his lips. He looked at me with begging eyes. They were puffy looking from crying. Ice traced a soft line up his cheeks.
I grabbed his hair and commanded, "Suck it. Now. And don't bite, or I'll make you regret it."
His lips pursed for a moment and he looked as if he was going to argue but then it appeared that he gave in. His lips parted slightly and slowly I pushed my penis between them. Remy's tongue slid around underneath and slowly he worked my penis until I was about to burst.
Then I realised that this was not what I wanted. I removed my now lubricated erection from Remy's mouth. I then turned and pressed the tip of my head to Remy's entrance.
"Dieu... Bobby, non.... Please don'..."
Remy's pleading beaten voice made me lust even more. With a predatorily smile I stated: "You asked for this, Cajun. You got yours and now you want me to stop?!? You little slut. You want this."
"Bobby, non... Please don' do dis... I won' tell anyone, I swear... Jus'... Jus' let me go..." He
swallowed hard and then he started coughing, as if the talking had been taking to him. "Bobby, I can' breath," he whispered.
His pleas went unanswered. I rushed into him with all that I had and he hollered as best he could. I pushed and pushed, pounding his small frame with my own slightly larger one. I took his dick into my hand and pistoned it as I moved. My sack beat off his ass cheeks and I lifted his legs higher to get a better angle.
The ice held his upper body to the ground as I came almost to a standing position and ravaged his lower body. I continued to thrust into him until I could barely stand it anymore.
Then he shot off again. I watched as his cum sprayed downwards over himself. Church bells rang in the background. It was breathtaking.
His ass convulsed on my rod, squeezing me tightly and harshly, involuntarily pushing me over the edge and causing me to spray all of my juices into him.
I dropped his legs and collapsed on top of him. His semen was all over him and I enjoyed falling asleep in it.
I awoke to the sound of church bells. I counted ten.
My head was throbbing and I was wet and sticky. I quickly realised that I was also naked and laying on top of someone and that that someone was not only naked as well, but were having a hard time breathing.
I sat up quickly and turned. All I could think to say was, "What the fuck?" My body reacted slightly and I could feel an erection forming. That shocked me a little more.
His eyes opened at my voice. He just looked at me, a little unsure. My head hurt. And my jaw throbbed. I tried to remember what had happened, but I couldn't.
"Ohmanohman..." I stated as I began to crack the ice from his arms and chest. When I gave him enough mobility in his right arm he pushed me off of him. I fell on my ass and stared at him.
He used his powers to heat the ice enough to melt it. He sat up and began to dress himself. He didn't take his eyes off of me once. There was a dark bruise on his right cheek bone, a deep gash in his left cheek and his lips were swollen and cut. His neck and what I could see of his chest and arms before he started redressing were discoloured.
I looked away from his accusing eyes, down at my own nakedness and my lack of clothes. I noticed blood on me. I wasn't bleeding.
My gaze jumped back up to him and he jumped back as if preparing himself for an attack.
I swallowed. "Oh my God," I whispered.
Remy's eyes narrowed. "I'm sure dat God had not'in' t' do wit' dat."
He stood and removed the cloak which had still been around his neck when I attacked. He then threw it at me.
I picked it up and wrapped it around me. I looked up to say thanks, but he was gone. I didn't even hear him go.
I sat on the shore and thought for a while. Then I started remembering. By the time I heard the next set of bells, I had realised that I didn't want to think anymore. I got up and ran.
When I couldn't run anymore I walked. Trudging on with nowhere to go. I tried to convince myself that everything would be ok, but I didn't think that they would.
I know now. I know where I'm going. It seems obvious as I reach the driveway. I was heading here all along. The clock is striking twelve by the time I reach the doors of the church. They're locked. I sit down and wait.

 

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