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Among the Strong
Title: Among the Strong
Chapter Six: Truth and Dare
Fandom: the Marvel universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic violence, language, sex, dark themes, anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of Marvel. i'm merely borrowing for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. Haley belongs todazzledfirestar Morgan belongs toginevra Roxxy belongs tonanaeanaven Jehnna belongs to silverfox_chan and Dare belongs to me. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from dazzledfirestar .
Author's Notes: this is almost entirely Daz's fault. okay. so it really isn't. its actually almost 100% my fault. Daz just did a whole lot of encouraging. this fic is going to be kind of dark, so please keep that in mind while reading.
Among the Strong - the index
It was the feather-light touch of fingers against her sternum that woke her up. Her brain was slow to start processing much beyond the feel of those fingers and the tiny sparks of heat they brought to life under her skin. Which was an odd thing, because the touch didn't seem to be particularly sensual. It was, as far as she could tell, just a brush of fingertips against her skin. And yet...
Frowning, she dragged her eyelids open and looked up. Red on black eyes were staring down at her, touches of concern and confusion in them. Which was nothing like the last time she'd looked into red on black eyes. Because those eyes had held nothing of the softer emotions in them. All she'd seen was duty. And perhaps a desire to conquer. Shaking that thought off, she gave her full attention to the face hovering over hers. "Remy?" she asked. Her voice sounded... odd. Of course, there was a kind of heaviness to her limbs and maybe her brain was a little sluggish.
"You finally awake,cher. I was starting to worry," he said softly. She watched as his eyes looked down and she realized he was looking at her chest. Specifically, where his fingers still drifted across her skin. "How you get dis bruise?"
Her gaze slid lower to spy a large bruise coloring the flesh of her chest. It was big and some of it was hidden beneath a sports bra. She frowned and thought about it. It took a moment, but she finally recalled shoving Haley out of the way of War's blast. "Facing down the horsemen. War was aiming for Haley when she wasn't looking," she explained, then shifted in an effort to sit. Remy was all grace when he rose up into a sitting position, then he was helping her to do the same. She was glad he did because the bruise pulled and her muscles ached when he did so.
"You girls fight de horsemen, too?" he asked lightly. It was meant to sound like an idle question, but the way he asked it told her it was definitely not an idle question. Remy suspected something was gathering information.
"Yes. And I absolutely noticed that Death had your eyes," she told him.
"She got you powers," he pointed out. His voice was low, but she heard a flash of something in it. Something she couldn't name. Her mind went back to that disaster of an encounter. She hadn't really paid much attention in the middle of the fight. But now that he mentioned it...
"Yeah. And the bitch didn't want to burn," she muttered, then rubbed a hand against her chest. "I was just too busy trying to kill her to really connect the dots. And then Morgan went down and..."
"De horsemen get Morgan?" he asked. His tone was careful, but she was pretty sure she knew what emotions lingered under it all. She wasn't going to think about that. Not at all.
"They did, Remy. I'm sorry. I wish I'd been able to stop them but nothing I did made a difference." She tried hard to keep the self-recrimination from her voice. She wasn't sure if she succeeded or not. Not that it mattered. This was Remy and she had no doubt he knew what she was feeling.
"It not you fault, Dare. Dis Apocalypse's horsemen we talkin' about," he reminded her. She frowned, but that was all. She'd seen some shit about Apocalypse and his horsemen, so she was well aware of just how bad it was if you ended up in a fight with any of them. Still, that didn't stop her from feeling like she should have been better.
"Where are we?" she asked. She didn't want to talk about what was and wasn't her fault. But the memory of that fight, the panicked echo of Jehnna's voice, had her reaching for Morgan through the link. Only she couldn't find the link. She was reminded of when she'd been stuck in that goddamn RV with a collar around her throat. It had been hard as hell to find Morgan then, but at least she'd been there. Here, now, in this place... She couldn't find Morgan. Hell, she couldn't even find the link. It was like it was gone. Like... No. No, she was not going to allow herself to think that Morgan was gone.
Dare rolled off the edge of the bed and rose to her feet. The room they were in was that shitty shade of beige people liked to paint their walls in order to make their place feel unwelcome and boring. There was a sprinkling of furniture. A table and chairs. A love seat. A dresser. A shelf with some random shit on it. No art. No windows. There was one door and she had a sneaking suspicion that it opened into a bathroom. As far as she could tell, there was no way out of this place. Fucking perfect.
It was a fucking cell. Oh, it was decorated with a faint thought to comfort. But it was a cell, a cage, all the same. She turned to face him. "Remy? Where are we?"
He rose from the bed, drawing her attention to the exposed view of his chest. She found herself appreciating the graceful swell of muscles in his chest and arms. The beautiful definition of his abs. It wasn't uncommon for him to wander around shirtless. He often did so, especially after a workout or in private. But something about it this time was especially appealing. More so than usual. It brought forth a growing hunger inside of her. One that said she wanted to eat him up. Right then. Right there.
She dragged her eyes away from the perfection that was his chest, only to have them drift lower. And snag on what she found. He was in a pair of boxer briefs that hugged his hips and thighs. The material also clung to his crotch, showing her that he was already hard. She frowned at that. Remy enjoyed sex, but the situation was so fucked up that he shouldn't be sporting wood. Especially since she was not Morgan. Oh, she got to play on occasion. But it was almost always her idea. And he never walked into it with a hard on.
Angry with herself for those thoughts, she stomped over to the shelving unit on the far wall. Damn it. Of all times to not have her boots. The thump of her soles against the floor would have been soothing. Trying to find some calm, she stared at the items on the shelves. She glanced idly at the books. There was a record player there. Who the hell had a record player anymore? Whatever. She started thumbing through the records. Classical. Jazz. Various albums and various artists. Nothing that really caught her attention. But the act of thumbing through the albums had helped calm her down a little. "Dare..."
The way he said her name did things to her, made her want to shiver. She kept that shiver at bay and, arms crossed over her chest as if they'd shield her, she turned back to face him. He was giving her a look that held that same concern from earlier. But she could clearly see a touch of heat there, too. She shook her head. This wasn't right and she wasn't going to be swayed by that heat. Nothing for it but to try and distract herself. "We're locked in here, aren't we?"
He sighed when she didn't respond to they way he'd said her name in the way he'd obviously expected or wanted her to. But he nodded his head and, she noted, kept his distance. Well. That kind of stung. But she'd never really been first on his list. Had she? She shoved that thought aside and concentrated on centering herself. Her reactions were irrational. She had no reason to be mad about such things. It wasn't his fault that he loved someone else. The feelings she had for him were all on her. They always had been. "We are," he confirmed.
"Fucking perfect. As if once wasn't bad enough," she muttered.
"Dare," he said softly. No doubt he knew where her thoughts were. Well, most of them, at any rate. There were a few that hadn't bothered to climb out of the gutter. They were, in fact, rolling about in the filth and generally enjoying themselves. She ignored those thoughts because they were pointless and focused her attention on her surroundings. Nothing had changed during her pity party and her temper spiked even further. She grabbed hold of it with both hands, grateful for its familiarity. Anything was better than moping about shit she couldn't change.
"What? Are you going to tell me it'll be alright? Are you going to stand there and tell me with a straight face that someone is going to find us?" she asked. She welcomed her temper. Anger was an old friend. A comfortable friend. Maybe it would help her forget about her... Well, everything. "We don't know where we are. I can't feel Morgan. The link is just... gone. The horsemen came out of a fucking portal. So for all we know, we're in hell."
Christ, she hoped not. She didn't want to be there again. Once had been more than enough. "We together," he said softly. "As long as we together, we gon' be okay."
"We were together like this once before, Rem. You remember where that got us, right?" she asked him.
"We made it through then. We gon' make it through now," he replied steadily. "I know you scared, cher. But I'm here wit' you."
"I'm not scared!" she denied. Maybe a little too vehemently, because he gave her a soft smile that told her he knew she was a liar. "I'm angry, Remy. I don't know where my friends are. We don't know where anyone is. The horsemen took both Red and Blue before we got there. They took the New Mutants, too. And then they wiped the floor with our pathetic display. I couldn't protect my friends. And I'm useless here because I can't feel my flames at all."
Much to her dismay, he crossed the room until he stood before her. And there was nowhere to go when he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her into his chest. She could hear the beating of his heart against his ribcage. It was slightly fast and his skin felt hot to the touch. Worst of all was the way his body, the feel of it pressed to hers, made desire flash through her. And when he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, she wanted to cry. She should have expected it. That was the way things had been for, well, ever. That still didn't make it any easier to stomach.
"I know, Dare. And I know you scared. De situation we in... It not good. I know it come wit' bad memories. But dere bigger problems to worry about."
There sure were. Like the fact that she was hopelessly, helplessly, head over heels in love with him. And she wanted him with a desire that ate at her soul. She always had, even before their disastrous attempt at a relationship. And she shouldn't, because he belonged to her best friend. And she knew that he didn't want her in the same way. He never really had, had he?
"What could be bigger than being locked in this room without any means of escape?" she asked him. Other than the fact that she was locked in a room with him and there had to be some funky shit on the air because despite the seriousness of his tone, he was still erect. In fact, if she had to hazard a guess, he was harder now that she was pressed up against him than he had been before. If that didn't scream funky shit, she didn't know what did.
"I t'ink I know who have us locked in here. And if I'm right, dis gon' make what happen in de RV look like a vacation."
Well. That sounded just fucking lovely. Dare pulled herself from his hold and moved away from him. She had to put distance between them. As much distance as she could, given the limited space they had, She regretted it, of course, as soon as the cool air brushed her heated skin. She wanted to stay in his arms, wanted to strip them both naked and put that bed to good use. But she would be nothing more than a whore if she did. And he deserved better than that.
"Nothing can turn that nightmare into a vacation, Remy," she snarled. He was watching her closely. As if he was searching for the reason she was being so unreasonable. She couldn't let him see that much of her soul, so she turned and faced the wall.
"Dare. We need to stick together. I don' know what happen next. But I know we need to stick together," he told her quietly.
"Where am I going to go, Rem?" she asked. One hand motioned helplessly toward the smooth walls. She kept her back to him, crossed her arms over her chest and huddled into her own raging emotions. She was out of control. She knew she was out of control. And she didn't know how to change it.
She didn't hear him come. Didn't realize he was there until his hand was on her arm, turning her to face him. There might have been a touch of anger in his gaze, but she was very carefully not looking at him for any length of time. That changed when his hands cupped her cheeks and forced her to look at him. "What all dis?" he asked quietly. Carefully. As if he was afraid of setting her off. "Why you actin' like dis?"
Feelings surged. Sensations blossomed. Suddenly, she was drowning in him, in all that he was. The touch of his skin against hers. The heat of his body, so close to hers that all she had to do was lean in and she'd be pressed against his chest. The way he watched her with such obvious concern. She wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around him and... This wasn't right. She'd always had better control of emotions surrounding Remy. She'd always kept them carefully tucked away in her heart. Because she'd known, since the day she'd walked out of his room and left Morgan there, that she had no right to those emotions anymore. But that didn't stop them from lingering. They'd just never made themselves known like they were at the moment.
Dare reached up to rest her hands over his. She loved the feel of them. Even just holding her face between them was some weird act of sensuality. And, in this instance, it shouldn't have been. That was the problem. All of this, every last bit of it, was wrong. Very slowly, she turned her face into his hold and pressed a kiss to one palm. Then she turned and did the same with the other. And, finally, she pulled away from him.
"Dare?" She could tell that pulling away hurt him. Because he didn't understand. And she couldn't, wouldn't, explain it to him.
"Don't touch me, Remy. Please," she whispered. There was a tightness in her throat that said she'd cry if he showed her one more ounce of kindness. It was all just too much.
"You actin' strange, Dare. What wrong?" His hand reached for her. She stepped back. That brought a frown to his face.
"If you touch me," she began, then closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. Opening them was a mistake, because he'd moved closer and he was reaching for her again. Gods, how she wanted him to touch her. Wanted that and so much more. "There's something strange going on here, Remy. Something in the air, maybe. And if you touch me, I'll lose control. Please don't make me lose control."
"Dare." His voice came out soft. As much a physical caress as a verbal one. She swore she heard pain there, mingled with need and hunger. She shuddered and shook her head at him. She'd always wanted him. That was something that had never changed. But she'd never wanted him so badly that she was willing to take advantage of a situation beyond their control. She wasn't going to do that to Morgan. Or Logan. After all, she loved both of them.
Didn't she?
There was no time to ponder why she would question her emotions. There was no time for Remy to say anything else. No time for him to take hold of her again and send her senses reeling. A door that literally hadn't been there a moment ago slid open and allowed four... things to skitter crookedly into the room. They looked like some kind of horror movie creature. "What the holy fuck?" Dare spat.
One of the things stopped and looked at her. "Your presence is expected. You will come with us."
"No. I won't," she replied.
"Do as dey say, Dare." Remy's voice was quiet. Low. Authoritative. She turned a look his way and saw he was watching the things intently. The four of them inched closer, drawing her attention their way. While they didn't look like they were going to attack, she realized that such a thing didn't mean much. She could see claws on their hands. Claws that seemed to be oozing some substance she was willing to bet was not fun. And there was a stinger on a ball at the end of their tails. It reminded her of a scorpion's stinger. While she might be masochistic, she wasn't suicidal.
"Okay." She stepped forward, moved past Remy. His hand came up to rest on the small of her back, his fingers warm against her skin. She felt a tingle where they touched, felt a golden thread of pleasure uncoil where his skin pressed to hers. She tried to put that out of her mind and fell into step behind two of the things. Remy came just a second behind her, leaving the other two things to bring up the rear. She hated having them there and wished she could keep an eye on them.
The six of them trooped out into the hall. The door to their cage slid closed behind them, the only sound she could hear beyond the skittering and shushing noises made by the creatures. They moved forward, toward a set of doors at the very end of the hall. That didn't bode well. Not at all. She glanced at Remy out of the corner of her eye, took note of the expression on his face. He was upset. It was in the way his eyes were narrowed. In the way his jaw clenched. In the way he held himself all stiff and tight. He was expecting something bad.
She faced forward and watched the doors get closer and closer. Fuck, she wished she had her flames.
~*~
"Ah! The leashed lovers. How utterly charming." The voice made his skin crawl and he had to stop himself from grabbing Dare and running. There was nowhere to go so it would be a futile act and a waste of energy. And Dare would suffer for his actions. He wouldn't do that to her. So he held his ground and tried to feign a calm he certainly did not feel. Especially after a quick glance around the room they'd just entered. That glance showed him a large space divided into three areas. What gave the appearance of being medical facilities took up one side of the room. He had his doubt as to whether it was really used for legitimate medical procedures.
The center of the room was a large cube that looked as if it was made of glass. There was nothing inside of it, save a bed that had no headboard or footboard. Only a mattress on a base. There was a purple bottom sheet on it. There were also fluffy pillows in matched cases settled on one end of the mattress. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what that cube was meant for.
The other end of the room contained a bunch of computer equipment. There was a bank of monitors on the wall. A console packed with buttons sat beneath them. There were several cabinets to be seen. And not much else. Save the man standing by the console. Remy should have known. This all seemed like something he would do.
"Who the fuck is the circus freak?" Dare asked at his side.
"Dare," he said, voice filled with both a plea and a warning.
"Such a charming young woman," Sinister mocked pleasantly. His finger tapped a button and a panel at the front of the cube slid down, exposing the doorway to their view. "If you would please. Step inside the cube."
"No." At his side, Dare shook her head. Even with whatever was in the air that cut them off from their powers, Remy could still feel her agitation and anger. Somehow, the link he'd forged with her all those years ago when they'd been caged in Creed's RV still worked. It had taken him on a roller coaster ride since she'd woken up.
"Dare," he glanced at her. He did his best to project the seriousness of the situation in his face and voice. She was staring at their captor, mouth pressed into a thin line. He could see her temper rising to the surface. "You don' wan make him mad, cher."
"Oh, I want to do more than make him mad. I want to roast his balls for him. But the mother fucker is too chicken shit to leave me with my powers," she retorted. He wished he'd had time to prepare her for this, but he hadn't been sure. Not until they'd walked into the lab. He understood where her attitude came from. She was mad and she was scared. And the memories were too close to the surface for her to remain calm. But she had to understand that she needed to do as she was told. Or he'd find a way. "I'm not getting in that fucking box. Its a goddamn cage. Just like the room we woke up in. I'm not trading one cage for another. Especially not a giant glass box of a cage. Fucking kill me now. I won't do it again. I won't."
"My dear, had I wanted you dead, Death would have killed you. Fortunately for you, I have plans that require you to be alive," their captor said politely enough. But Remy could see the signs and knew he wouldn't put up with her defiance much longer. "Now, unless you want me to bend you to my will, you will step inside the box and be a good girl."
"Fuck you," she snapped.
"Dare!' Remy raised his voice to a near-shout. It was startling enough that Dare stopped speaking. She stopped moving, too, though he didn't think she'd been consciously aware of taking a few steps back. She was getting too close to the creatures for his liking. Her eyes were wide with surprise when she turned them his way. "You need to stop. Now. Just do as Sinister say and get in de box."
The hurt came. She didn't show it but he felt it all the same. And he felt like shit for doing that to her. But she was treading a fine line and he would do what he had to in order to keep Sinister from putting his hands on her. When this encounter was over, he was going to have to make it up to her. He watched as her gaze slid from his face to where Sinister stood. Then it moved to the box. Her head started shaking before she even spoke. "I can't do it, Remy. I won't. Never again."
It was fear that prompted him to move. He turned and closed the short distance between them in a single heartbeat. Before she could even begin to guess what was happening, he'd taken hold of her arm and pulled her in close. Arm locked tightly around her back, he moved them both toward the cube. "What the fuck are you doing, Remy?" she demanded. He thwarted the fist that came flying up toward his nose, tucking it against her chest even as they passed through the open door into the cube. He didn't let her go until he heard the door slide back into place.
He saw the hand coming before she even lifted it, caught it and gave her a look that saw her blinking up at him. He kept his voice low when he spoke, despite the fact that he was sure Sinister would hear it anyway. "I promise you, you keep defyin' Sinister, he make it so you can't. You don' want that, cher. Dis might not be..." he paused and drew a breath. "I know dis bring up bad memories, Dare. I know you don't wan' be here. But I don' want to see you hurt. And you keep dis up, Sinister gon' hurt you."
"I can't do it, Remy," she told him. He could see the fear crowding her eyes. The memories that had already taken hold. Her gaze slid away from his to land on the bed. "I can't be the main event in a circus side show again."
"Look at me, Dare," he ordered. Not unkindly. It took her a moment or two, but eyes the color of storm clouds returned to his face. She was so close to crying. Close to shutting down. Close to climbing inside of herself and not coming back out. "You trust me?"
"I..." she started, then stopped. She was silent a moment before she nodded. "I trust you, Rem. You kept us alive before."
"Good. Trust me now. We get through dis. You gon' be okay. I promise."
He could feel Sinister's eyes on them, watching them closely. He expected a show. Remy would give him a show. But he had to pull Dare away from repressed memories and fear. He had to bring back the emotions that had been running through her earlier. The need and the desire. The hunger. The love she thought she kept hidden from him. She deserved those things. She was going to need them to shield herself from what was to come.
He took hold of her and pulled her close, wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. Dare pressed herself to his chest, face buried in it so she didn't have to see anything beyond the cage. His fingers caught in the length of her hair and tugged, pulling her head back so that he could see her face. She was watching him with wide eyes. He offered her a smile before lowering his head. Dare's eyes fluttered shut a moment before his lips touched hers. It was a gentle kiss at first, a tender press of lips meant to help her relax.
Then Dare's hands were in his hair, her fingers twined with the length of it. Her mouth opened under his, a silent invitation that he took. He slipped his tongue inside, let it glide against her own. She shuddered faintly, a tiny moan rolling up her throat. Somehow, her legs were suddenly wrapped tightly around his waist and he couldn't quite figure out how it had happened.
The feel of her body against his was doing odd things to his equilibrium. Dare hadn't been wrong when she'd said there was something in the air. It had to be some kind of pheromone and it had been doing a number on him since before he'd woken up. And he'd woken up with her curled into his side, her head and arm on his chest in a possessive manner. He'd been undone by the mere smell of her shampoo. The softness of her skin against his had been torture. The soft sounds of her breathing had been almost more than he'd been able to handle. He'd wanted to strip her down and climb on top of her right then.
And now, she was once again curled around him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He wondered, not for the first time, if she was like this with Logan. If the other man could coax her to such heights that she became unhinged. There was something inside of Remy that wanted to see if he could do it. Which was just wrong because this was Dare. But Jesus Christ and all of the saints above, she was soft and pliant in his hold. And she wanted him. There was no way to hide that from him, not even if she tried. Oh, had she tried. For years, she'd tried.
"Remy," she murmured into his mouth. It was a plea, one he couldn't ignore. He tugged her arms from around his neck. Then he took hold of her legs and pulled them from where they circled his waist. She stared at him a moment, leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. He took hold of her by her ass and tossed her to the bed. She'd barely bounced once before he was straddling her thighs, his hands reaching for the sports bra.
"Wanna see you skin, cher," he whispered. The need had reached a boiling point. His and hers both. The kisses he'd given her had served to drive their desire higher. Maybe later, he'd think about how wrong all of it was. Maybe later, he'd let himself feel remorse for all of this. He had no doubt Dare saw it as a betrayal. To Morgan and to Logan. He'd have to find a way to convince her that there was no reason to feel that way.
Shoving thoughts of the others aside, he let his fingers glide over her skin, let them find the bottom edge of the sports bra so that he could tug the offending garment off. She shuddered when the garment slid up and over her breasts, the snug material dragging over her nipples. Her eyes were locked to his face, lips parted slightly. He could feel her staring at him. And he could feel the hunger that crowded beneath her skin. It wouldn't take much to bring her back from all of the negative thoughts and emotions.
Remy turned his attention to her breasts. Her nipples practically begged to be sucked, they were puckered so tightly. The moment he closed his mouth over one, she let go a faint sigh. When he clamped his teeth around his prize, she gasped and her back arched. Her fingers speared into his hair and came to rest on the back of his skull. She wasn't pressing him closer, exactly, but he could tell it was what she wanted to do. He did it for her, settling his body over her so that the heat of it covered her own. Maybe, if he pressed hard enough, she'd feel...
He got the same reaction when he switched his mouth to the other breast. He sucked at her nipple, tugged on it with his teeth before biting down. At the same time, his hand captured her abandoned breast and squeezed it. Neither too softly nor too harshly. She moaned softly, barely a breath of sound to break the silence, and writhed beneath him. Her fingers tightened in his hair and tugged. It was a plea to which she wouldn't give voice. But she didn't have to. He knew what it was she wanted and needed. And he would give it to her.
After letting her nipple slip from between his lips, he licked across it with the flat of his tongue. Then he swirled the tip around that puckered peak. She made some noise at the back of her throat. Made it again when his mouth started blazing a trail of kisses down her torso. His hands trailed lower, gliding against the curve of her ribs and the swell of her hips before they found the straps of the panties she wore. He lifted his body up far enough that he could slide her panties off, his mouth paying brief attention to her belly button until he had to break away to finish working her panties down her legs.
He tossed them over the edge of the bed even as he returned to the spot between her thighs. She was watching him with wide eyes. Her cheeks were flushed with color, from what he knew was pleasure and need. He tossed her a wink before burying his face between her thighs. She jumped the very moment his tongue lapped up the length of her plump lips. She was tense for a second or two, as if he couldn't believe this. Then she relaxed and her thighs fell open, allowing him to slip his tongue between her lips.
"Hnnnggg. Remy."
Each slide of his tongue saw her relaxing more. Not her muscles, because those were as liquid as they could go. He was talking about her emotions. With each dip of his tongue into her body, more of the anger evaporated. Every press by the tip of his tongue against her clit saw the hunger growing. And the moment his fingers slipped into her, her pleasure burned brighter. And the love she carried turned into less of a burden. Became sweeter and clearer.
She was a veritable buffet for the senses. The softness of her skin. The tang of the moisture that he licked out of her. The low, throaty moans of her building pleasure. The way he could see her spine arched and her head thrown back as he took her closer and closer to the edge. The golden haze of her emotions as they swirled around him.
And then she broke apart around him. Her thighs tightened, clenching his head between them as she sang out her orgasm. Muscles clenched around his fingers and more moisture flooded his tongue.
His tongue continued to press against and lap at her clit, his pace alternating between fast and slow so that her orgasm lasted. At the same time, he continued stroking his fingers in and out. It was a tease and a promise. A taste of things to come. Remy didn't let up until her body shook and the sounds that came from her throat held almost more pain than pleasure. Only then did he withdraw his fingers and draw his tongue back. He dropped a kiss against her lips, then lifted his head
Mon dieu, she was beautiful. There had been more than one occasion that he'd tried to tell her such a thing. Even Logan and Morgan had tried. She'd never believed them. He wished she could see herself through his eyes, so that she understood what they'd meant when they'd told her they liked the soft look she was capable of. Her skin was flushed, from the tips of her ears to down to her chest. Her hair was a dark halo around her head, spread out across the sheet without care.
Slowly, Remy crawled up over her until he once again sat on her thighs. Her eyes were glassy, pupils blown with her climax. Her gaze eventually found his and the look in it softened to something far gentler and filled with a tenderness he couldn't recall seeing there before.
Sinister chose that moment to laugh and remind her he was there. Her gaze shot his way, standing on the outside of the glass box, then back to Remy's face. He simply stared at her, smiled down at her in the hope that she would take strength from him. When he was sure she was focused entirely upon him once more, he shifted positions. He sat on the mattress, legs crossed before him. It was a simply matter to pull her up until she was in his lap.
He took hold of her waist, guided her up onto her knees above him. She set her hands on his shoulders to keep herself steady. He moved one hand from her hip to his cock, holding it in position so that he could lower her down onto it. She took all of him, sinking down until he was buried completely within her. The feel of her muscles squeezing down around him was nearly his undoing. He'd ignored the needs of his body in favor of hers, so every inch of him was hypersensitive to the feel of her warm, wet heat closing around him. She didn't know what she did to him, did she?
He was going to show her. He was going to show every inch of her. He held himself still a moment before taking hold of her hips and lifting her up. He held her still, the head of his cock almost slipping free of her body, then brought her down on top of him again. Hard. She gasped softly, eyes going wide as she stared at him. He said nothing. He didn't want Sinister to hear anything. Instead, he did it again. And he showed her.
"Remy, I... " she whispered, but the words trailed off on another thrust. He watched as a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
"Look at her. She wears her sorrow like an armor and its beautiful." Sinister's voice was a low hiss of sound. Dare buried her face against his chest in hiding. "It will be extremely interesting to see if you can shatter that armor, Gambit. Interesting, indeed."
Chapter Six: Truth and Dare
Fandom: the Marvel universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic violence, language, sex, dark themes, anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of Marvel. i'm merely borrowing for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. Haley belongs to
dazzledfirestar Morgan belongs toginevra Roxxy belongs tonanaeanaven Jehnna belongs to silverfox_chan and Dare belongs to me. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from dazzledfirestar . Author's Notes: this is almost entirely Daz's fault. okay. so it really isn't. its actually almost 100% my fault. Daz just did a whole lot of encouraging. this fic is going to be kind of dark, so please keep that in mind while reading.
Among the Strong - the index
It was the feather-light touch of fingers against her sternum that woke her up. Her brain was slow to start processing much beyond the feel of those fingers and the tiny sparks of heat they brought to life under her skin. Which was an odd thing, because the touch didn't seem to be particularly sensual. It was, as far as she could tell, just a brush of fingertips against her skin. And yet...
Frowning, she dragged her eyelids open and looked up. Red on black eyes were staring down at her, touches of concern and confusion in them. Which was nothing like the last time she'd looked into red on black eyes. Because those eyes had held nothing of the softer emotions in them. All she'd seen was duty. And perhaps a desire to conquer. Shaking that thought off, she gave her full attention to the face hovering over hers. "Remy?" she asked. Her voice sounded... odd. Of course, there was a kind of heaviness to her limbs and maybe her brain was a little sluggish.
"You finally awake,cher. I was starting to worry," he said softly. She watched as his eyes looked down and she realized he was looking at her chest. Specifically, where his fingers still drifted across her skin. "How you get dis bruise?"
Her gaze slid lower to spy a large bruise coloring the flesh of her chest. It was big and some of it was hidden beneath a sports bra. She frowned and thought about it. It took a moment, but she finally recalled shoving Haley out of the way of War's blast. "Facing down the horsemen. War was aiming for Haley when she wasn't looking," she explained, then shifted in an effort to sit. Remy was all grace when he rose up into a sitting position, then he was helping her to do the same. She was glad he did because the bruise pulled and her muscles ached when he did so.
"You girls fight de horsemen, too?" he asked lightly. It was meant to sound like an idle question, but the way he asked it told her it was definitely not an idle question. Remy suspected something was gathering information.
"Yes. And I absolutely noticed that Death had your eyes," she told him.
"She got you powers," he pointed out. His voice was low, but she heard a flash of something in it. Something she couldn't name. Her mind went back to that disaster of an encounter. She hadn't really paid much attention in the middle of the fight. But now that he mentioned it...
"Yeah. And the bitch didn't want to burn," she muttered, then rubbed a hand against her chest. "I was just too busy trying to kill her to really connect the dots. And then Morgan went down and..."
"De horsemen get Morgan?" he asked. His tone was careful, but she was pretty sure she knew what emotions lingered under it all. She wasn't going to think about that. Not at all.
"They did, Remy. I'm sorry. I wish I'd been able to stop them but nothing I did made a difference." She tried hard to keep the self-recrimination from her voice. She wasn't sure if she succeeded or not. Not that it mattered. This was Remy and she had no doubt he knew what she was feeling.
"It not you fault, Dare. Dis Apocalypse's horsemen we talkin' about," he reminded her. She frowned, but that was all. She'd seen some shit about Apocalypse and his horsemen, so she was well aware of just how bad it was if you ended up in a fight with any of them. Still, that didn't stop her from feeling like she should have been better.
"Where are we?" she asked. She didn't want to talk about what was and wasn't her fault. But the memory of that fight, the panicked echo of Jehnna's voice, had her reaching for Morgan through the link. Only she couldn't find the link. She was reminded of when she'd been stuck in that goddamn RV with a collar around her throat. It had been hard as hell to find Morgan then, but at least she'd been there. Here, now, in this place... She couldn't find Morgan. Hell, she couldn't even find the link. It was like it was gone. Like... No. No, she was not going to allow herself to think that Morgan was gone.
Dare rolled off the edge of the bed and rose to her feet. The room they were in was that shitty shade of beige people liked to paint their walls in order to make their place feel unwelcome and boring. There was a sprinkling of furniture. A table and chairs. A love seat. A dresser. A shelf with some random shit on it. No art. No windows. There was one door and she had a sneaking suspicion that it opened into a bathroom. As far as she could tell, there was no way out of this place. Fucking perfect.
It was a fucking cell. Oh, it was decorated with a faint thought to comfort. But it was a cell, a cage, all the same. She turned to face him. "Remy? Where are we?"
He rose from the bed, drawing her attention to the exposed view of his chest. She found herself appreciating the graceful swell of muscles in his chest and arms. The beautiful definition of his abs. It wasn't uncommon for him to wander around shirtless. He often did so, especially after a workout or in private. But something about it this time was especially appealing. More so than usual. It brought forth a growing hunger inside of her. One that said she wanted to eat him up. Right then. Right there.
She dragged her eyes away from the perfection that was his chest, only to have them drift lower. And snag on what she found. He was in a pair of boxer briefs that hugged his hips and thighs. The material also clung to his crotch, showing her that he was already hard. She frowned at that. Remy enjoyed sex, but the situation was so fucked up that he shouldn't be sporting wood. Especially since she was not Morgan. Oh, she got to play on occasion. But it was almost always her idea. And he never walked into it with a hard on.
Angry with herself for those thoughts, she stomped over to the shelving unit on the far wall. Damn it. Of all times to not have her boots. The thump of her soles against the floor would have been soothing. Trying to find some calm, she stared at the items on the shelves. She glanced idly at the books. There was a record player there. Who the hell had a record player anymore? Whatever. She started thumbing through the records. Classical. Jazz. Various albums and various artists. Nothing that really caught her attention. But the act of thumbing through the albums had helped calm her down a little. "Dare..."
The way he said her name did things to her, made her want to shiver. She kept that shiver at bay and, arms crossed over her chest as if they'd shield her, she turned back to face him. He was giving her a look that held that same concern from earlier. But she could clearly see a touch of heat there, too. She shook her head. This wasn't right and she wasn't going to be swayed by that heat. Nothing for it but to try and distract herself. "We're locked in here, aren't we?"
He sighed when she didn't respond to they way he'd said her name in the way he'd obviously expected or wanted her to. But he nodded his head and, she noted, kept his distance. Well. That kind of stung. But she'd never really been first on his list. Had she? She shoved that thought aside and concentrated on centering herself. Her reactions were irrational. She had no reason to be mad about such things. It wasn't his fault that he loved someone else. The feelings she had for him were all on her. They always had been. "We are," he confirmed.
"Fucking perfect. As if once wasn't bad enough," she muttered.
"Dare," he said softly. No doubt he knew where her thoughts were. Well, most of them, at any rate. There were a few that hadn't bothered to climb out of the gutter. They were, in fact, rolling about in the filth and generally enjoying themselves. She ignored those thoughts because they were pointless and focused her attention on her surroundings. Nothing had changed during her pity party and her temper spiked even further. She grabbed hold of it with both hands, grateful for its familiarity. Anything was better than moping about shit she couldn't change.
"What? Are you going to tell me it'll be alright? Are you going to stand there and tell me with a straight face that someone is going to find us?" she asked. She welcomed her temper. Anger was an old friend. A comfortable friend. Maybe it would help her forget about her... Well, everything. "We don't know where we are. I can't feel Morgan. The link is just... gone. The horsemen came out of a fucking portal. So for all we know, we're in hell."
Christ, she hoped not. She didn't want to be there again. Once had been more than enough. "We together," he said softly. "As long as we together, we gon' be okay."
"We were together like this once before, Rem. You remember where that got us, right?" she asked him.
"We made it through then. We gon' make it through now," he replied steadily. "I know you scared, cher. But I'm here wit' you."
"I'm not scared!" she denied. Maybe a little too vehemently, because he gave her a soft smile that told her he knew she was a liar. "I'm angry, Remy. I don't know where my friends are. We don't know where anyone is. The horsemen took both Red and Blue before we got there. They took the New Mutants, too. And then they wiped the floor with our pathetic display. I couldn't protect my friends. And I'm useless here because I can't feel my flames at all."
Much to her dismay, he crossed the room until he stood before her. And there was nowhere to go when he wrapped his arms around her and tugged her into his chest. She could hear the beating of his heart against his ribcage. It was slightly fast and his skin felt hot to the touch. Worst of all was the way his body, the feel of it pressed to hers, made desire flash through her. And when he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead, she wanted to cry. She should have expected it. That was the way things had been for, well, ever. That still didn't make it any easier to stomach.
"I know, Dare. And I know you scared. De situation we in... It not good. I know it come wit' bad memories. But dere bigger problems to worry about."
There sure were. Like the fact that she was hopelessly, helplessly, head over heels in love with him. And she wanted him with a desire that ate at her soul. She always had, even before their disastrous attempt at a relationship. And she shouldn't, because he belonged to her best friend. And she knew that he didn't want her in the same way. He never really had, had he?
"What could be bigger than being locked in this room without any means of escape?" she asked him. Other than the fact that she was locked in a room with him and there had to be some funky shit on the air because despite the seriousness of his tone, he was still erect. In fact, if she had to hazard a guess, he was harder now that she was pressed up against him than he had been before. If that didn't scream funky shit, she didn't know what did.
"I t'ink I know who have us locked in here. And if I'm right, dis gon' make what happen in de RV look like a vacation."
Well. That sounded just fucking lovely. Dare pulled herself from his hold and moved away from him. She had to put distance between them. As much distance as she could, given the limited space they had, She regretted it, of course, as soon as the cool air brushed her heated skin. She wanted to stay in his arms, wanted to strip them both naked and put that bed to good use. But she would be nothing more than a whore if she did. And he deserved better than that.
"Nothing can turn that nightmare into a vacation, Remy," she snarled. He was watching her closely. As if he was searching for the reason she was being so unreasonable. She couldn't let him see that much of her soul, so she turned and faced the wall.
"Dare. We need to stick together. I don' know what happen next. But I know we need to stick together," he told her quietly.
"Where am I going to go, Rem?" she asked. One hand motioned helplessly toward the smooth walls. She kept her back to him, crossed her arms over her chest and huddled into her own raging emotions. She was out of control. She knew she was out of control. And she didn't know how to change it.
She didn't hear him come. Didn't realize he was there until his hand was on her arm, turning her to face him. There might have been a touch of anger in his gaze, but she was very carefully not looking at him for any length of time. That changed when his hands cupped her cheeks and forced her to look at him. "What all dis?" he asked quietly. Carefully. As if he was afraid of setting her off. "Why you actin' like dis?"
Feelings surged. Sensations blossomed. Suddenly, she was drowning in him, in all that he was. The touch of his skin against hers. The heat of his body, so close to hers that all she had to do was lean in and she'd be pressed against his chest. The way he watched her with such obvious concern. She wanted nothing more than to wrap herself around him and... This wasn't right. She'd always had better control of emotions surrounding Remy. She'd always kept them carefully tucked away in her heart. Because she'd known, since the day she'd walked out of his room and left Morgan there, that she had no right to those emotions anymore. But that didn't stop them from lingering. They'd just never made themselves known like they were at the moment.
Dare reached up to rest her hands over his. She loved the feel of them. Even just holding her face between them was some weird act of sensuality. And, in this instance, it shouldn't have been. That was the problem. All of this, every last bit of it, was wrong. Very slowly, she turned her face into his hold and pressed a kiss to one palm. Then she turned and did the same with the other. And, finally, she pulled away from him.
"Dare?" She could tell that pulling away hurt him. Because he didn't understand. And she couldn't, wouldn't, explain it to him.
"Don't touch me, Remy. Please," she whispered. There was a tightness in her throat that said she'd cry if he showed her one more ounce of kindness. It was all just too much.
"You actin' strange, Dare. What wrong?" His hand reached for her. She stepped back. That brought a frown to his face.
"If you touch me," she began, then closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. Opening them was a mistake, because he'd moved closer and he was reaching for her again. Gods, how she wanted him to touch her. Wanted that and so much more. "There's something strange going on here, Remy. Something in the air, maybe. And if you touch me, I'll lose control. Please don't make me lose control."
"Dare." His voice came out soft. As much a physical caress as a verbal one. She swore she heard pain there, mingled with need and hunger. She shuddered and shook her head at him. She'd always wanted him. That was something that had never changed. But she'd never wanted him so badly that she was willing to take advantage of a situation beyond their control. She wasn't going to do that to Morgan. Or Logan. After all, she loved both of them.
Didn't she?
There was no time to ponder why she would question her emotions. There was no time for Remy to say anything else. No time for him to take hold of her again and send her senses reeling. A door that literally hadn't been there a moment ago slid open and allowed four... things to skitter crookedly into the room. They looked like some kind of horror movie creature. "What the holy fuck?" Dare spat.
One of the things stopped and looked at her. "Your presence is expected. You will come with us."
"No. I won't," she replied.
"Do as dey say, Dare." Remy's voice was quiet. Low. Authoritative. She turned a look his way and saw he was watching the things intently. The four of them inched closer, drawing her attention their way. While they didn't look like they were going to attack, she realized that such a thing didn't mean much. She could see claws on their hands. Claws that seemed to be oozing some substance she was willing to bet was not fun. And there was a stinger on a ball at the end of their tails. It reminded her of a scorpion's stinger. While she might be masochistic, she wasn't suicidal.
"Okay." She stepped forward, moved past Remy. His hand came up to rest on the small of her back, his fingers warm against her skin. She felt a tingle where they touched, felt a golden thread of pleasure uncoil where his skin pressed to hers. She tried to put that out of her mind and fell into step behind two of the things. Remy came just a second behind her, leaving the other two things to bring up the rear. She hated having them there and wished she could keep an eye on them.
The six of them trooped out into the hall. The door to their cage slid closed behind them, the only sound she could hear beyond the skittering and shushing noises made by the creatures. They moved forward, toward a set of doors at the very end of the hall. That didn't bode well. Not at all. She glanced at Remy out of the corner of her eye, took note of the expression on his face. He was upset. It was in the way his eyes were narrowed. In the way his jaw clenched. In the way he held himself all stiff and tight. He was expecting something bad.
She faced forward and watched the doors get closer and closer. Fuck, she wished she had her flames.
~*~
"Ah! The leashed lovers. How utterly charming." The voice made his skin crawl and he had to stop himself from grabbing Dare and running. There was nowhere to go so it would be a futile act and a waste of energy. And Dare would suffer for his actions. He wouldn't do that to her. So he held his ground and tried to feign a calm he certainly did not feel. Especially after a quick glance around the room they'd just entered. That glance showed him a large space divided into three areas. What gave the appearance of being medical facilities took up one side of the room. He had his doubt as to whether it was really used for legitimate medical procedures.
The center of the room was a large cube that looked as if it was made of glass. There was nothing inside of it, save a bed that had no headboard or footboard. Only a mattress on a base. There was a purple bottom sheet on it. There were also fluffy pillows in matched cases settled on one end of the mattress. It didn't take much imagination to figure out what that cube was meant for.
The other end of the room contained a bunch of computer equipment. There was a bank of monitors on the wall. A console packed with buttons sat beneath them. There were several cabinets to be seen. And not much else. Save the man standing by the console. Remy should have known. This all seemed like something he would do.
"Who the fuck is the circus freak?" Dare asked at his side.
"Dare," he said, voice filled with both a plea and a warning.
"Such a charming young woman," Sinister mocked pleasantly. His finger tapped a button and a panel at the front of the cube slid down, exposing the doorway to their view. "If you would please. Step inside the cube."
"No." At his side, Dare shook her head. Even with whatever was in the air that cut them off from their powers, Remy could still feel her agitation and anger. Somehow, the link he'd forged with her all those years ago when they'd been caged in Creed's RV still worked. It had taken him on a roller coaster ride since she'd woken up.
"Dare," he glanced at her. He did his best to project the seriousness of the situation in his face and voice. She was staring at their captor, mouth pressed into a thin line. He could see her temper rising to the surface. "You don' wan make him mad, cher."
"Oh, I want to do more than make him mad. I want to roast his balls for him. But the mother fucker is too chicken shit to leave me with my powers," she retorted. He wished he'd had time to prepare her for this, but he hadn't been sure. Not until they'd walked into the lab. He understood where her attitude came from. She was mad and she was scared. And the memories were too close to the surface for her to remain calm. But she had to understand that she needed to do as she was told. Or he'd find a way. "I'm not getting in that fucking box. Its a goddamn cage. Just like the room we woke up in. I'm not trading one cage for another. Especially not a giant glass box of a cage. Fucking kill me now. I won't do it again. I won't."
"My dear, had I wanted you dead, Death would have killed you. Fortunately for you, I have plans that require you to be alive," their captor said politely enough. But Remy could see the signs and knew he wouldn't put up with her defiance much longer. "Now, unless you want me to bend you to my will, you will step inside the box and be a good girl."
"Fuck you," she snapped.
"Dare!' Remy raised his voice to a near-shout. It was startling enough that Dare stopped speaking. She stopped moving, too, though he didn't think she'd been consciously aware of taking a few steps back. She was getting too close to the creatures for his liking. Her eyes were wide with surprise when she turned them his way. "You need to stop. Now. Just do as Sinister say and get in de box."
The hurt came. She didn't show it but he felt it all the same. And he felt like shit for doing that to her. But she was treading a fine line and he would do what he had to in order to keep Sinister from putting his hands on her. When this encounter was over, he was going to have to make it up to her. He watched as her gaze slid from his face to where Sinister stood. Then it moved to the box. Her head started shaking before she even spoke. "I can't do it, Remy. I won't. Never again."
It was fear that prompted him to move. He turned and closed the short distance between them in a single heartbeat. Before she could even begin to guess what was happening, he'd taken hold of her arm and pulled her in close. Arm locked tightly around her back, he moved them both toward the cube. "What the fuck are you doing, Remy?" she demanded. He thwarted the fist that came flying up toward his nose, tucking it against her chest even as they passed through the open door into the cube. He didn't let her go until he heard the door slide back into place.
He saw the hand coming before she even lifted it, caught it and gave her a look that saw her blinking up at him. He kept his voice low when he spoke, despite the fact that he was sure Sinister would hear it anyway. "I promise you, you keep defyin' Sinister, he make it so you can't. You don' want that, cher. Dis might not be..." he paused and drew a breath. "I know dis bring up bad memories, Dare. I know you don't wan' be here. But I don' want to see you hurt. And you keep dis up, Sinister gon' hurt you."
"I can't do it, Remy," she told him. He could see the fear crowding her eyes. The memories that had already taken hold. Her gaze slid away from his to land on the bed. "I can't be the main event in a circus side show again."
"Look at me, Dare," he ordered. Not unkindly. It took her a moment or two, but eyes the color of storm clouds returned to his face. She was so close to crying. Close to shutting down. Close to climbing inside of herself and not coming back out. "You trust me?"
"I..." she started, then stopped. She was silent a moment before she nodded. "I trust you, Rem. You kept us alive before."
"Good. Trust me now. We get through dis. You gon' be okay. I promise."
He could feel Sinister's eyes on them, watching them closely. He expected a show. Remy would give him a show. But he had to pull Dare away from repressed memories and fear. He had to bring back the emotions that had been running through her earlier. The need and the desire. The hunger. The love she thought she kept hidden from him. She deserved those things. She was going to need them to shield herself from what was to come.
He took hold of her and pulled her close, wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. Dare pressed herself to his chest, face buried in it so she didn't have to see anything beyond the cage. His fingers caught in the length of her hair and tugged, pulling her head back so that he could see her face. She was watching him with wide eyes. He offered her a smile before lowering his head. Dare's eyes fluttered shut a moment before his lips touched hers. It was a gentle kiss at first, a tender press of lips meant to help her relax.
Then Dare's hands were in his hair, her fingers twined with the length of it. Her mouth opened under his, a silent invitation that he took. He slipped his tongue inside, let it glide against her own. She shuddered faintly, a tiny moan rolling up her throat. Somehow, her legs were suddenly wrapped tightly around his waist and he couldn't quite figure out how it had happened.
The feel of her body against his was doing odd things to his equilibrium. Dare hadn't been wrong when she'd said there was something in the air. It had to be some kind of pheromone and it had been doing a number on him since before he'd woken up. And he'd woken up with her curled into his side, her head and arm on his chest in a possessive manner. He'd been undone by the mere smell of her shampoo. The softness of her skin against his had been torture. The soft sounds of her breathing had been almost more than he'd been able to handle. He'd wanted to strip her down and climb on top of her right then.
And now, she was once again curled around him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He wondered, not for the first time, if she was like this with Logan. If the other man could coax her to such heights that she became unhinged. There was something inside of Remy that wanted to see if he could do it. Which was just wrong because this was Dare. But Jesus Christ and all of the saints above, she was soft and pliant in his hold. And she wanted him. There was no way to hide that from him, not even if she tried. Oh, had she tried. For years, she'd tried.
"Remy," she murmured into his mouth. It was a plea, one he couldn't ignore. He tugged her arms from around his neck. Then he took hold of her legs and pulled them from where they circled his waist. She stared at him a moment, leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. He took hold of her by her ass and tossed her to the bed. She'd barely bounced once before he was straddling her thighs, his hands reaching for the sports bra.
"Wanna see you skin, cher," he whispered. The need had reached a boiling point. His and hers both. The kisses he'd given her had served to drive their desire higher. Maybe later, he'd think about how wrong all of it was. Maybe later, he'd let himself feel remorse for all of this. He had no doubt Dare saw it as a betrayal. To Morgan and to Logan. He'd have to find a way to convince her that there was no reason to feel that way.
Shoving thoughts of the others aside, he let his fingers glide over her skin, let them find the bottom edge of the sports bra so that he could tug the offending garment off. She shuddered when the garment slid up and over her breasts, the snug material dragging over her nipples. Her eyes were locked to his face, lips parted slightly. He could feel her staring at him. And he could feel the hunger that crowded beneath her skin. It wouldn't take much to bring her back from all of the negative thoughts and emotions.
Remy turned his attention to her breasts. Her nipples practically begged to be sucked, they were puckered so tightly. The moment he closed his mouth over one, she let go a faint sigh. When he clamped his teeth around his prize, she gasped and her back arched. Her fingers speared into his hair and came to rest on the back of his skull. She wasn't pressing him closer, exactly, but he could tell it was what she wanted to do. He did it for her, settling his body over her so that the heat of it covered her own. Maybe, if he pressed hard enough, she'd feel...
He got the same reaction when he switched his mouth to the other breast. He sucked at her nipple, tugged on it with his teeth before biting down. At the same time, his hand captured her abandoned breast and squeezed it. Neither too softly nor too harshly. She moaned softly, barely a breath of sound to break the silence, and writhed beneath him. Her fingers tightened in his hair and tugged. It was a plea to which she wouldn't give voice. But she didn't have to. He knew what it was she wanted and needed. And he would give it to her.
After letting her nipple slip from between his lips, he licked across it with the flat of his tongue. Then he swirled the tip around that puckered peak. She made some noise at the back of her throat. Made it again when his mouth started blazing a trail of kisses down her torso. His hands trailed lower, gliding against the curve of her ribs and the swell of her hips before they found the straps of the panties she wore. He lifted his body up far enough that he could slide her panties off, his mouth paying brief attention to her belly button until he had to break away to finish working her panties down her legs.
He tossed them over the edge of the bed even as he returned to the spot between her thighs. She was watching him with wide eyes. Her cheeks were flushed with color, from what he knew was pleasure and need. He tossed her a wink before burying his face between her thighs. She jumped the very moment his tongue lapped up the length of her plump lips. She was tense for a second or two, as if he couldn't believe this. Then she relaxed and her thighs fell open, allowing him to slip his tongue between her lips.
"Hnnnggg. Remy."
Each slide of his tongue saw her relaxing more. Not her muscles, because those were as liquid as they could go. He was talking about her emotions. With each dip of his tongue into her body, more of the anger evaporated. Every press by the tip of his tongue against her clit saw the hunger growing. And the moment his fingers slipped into her, her pleasure burned brighter. And the love she carried turned into less of a burden. Became sweeter and clearer.
She was a veritable buffet for the senses. The softness of her skin. The tang of the moisture that he licked out of her. The low, throaty moans of her building pleasure. The way he could see her spine arched and her head thrown back as he took her closer and closer to the edge. The golden haze of her emotions as they swirled around him.
And then she broke apart around him. Her thighs tightened, clenching his head between them as she sang out her orgasm. Muscles clenched around his fingers and more moisture flooded his tongue.
His tongue continued to press against and lap at her clit, his pace alternating between fast and slow so that her orgasm lasted. At the same time, he continued stroking his fingers in and out. It was a tease and a promise. A taste of things to come. Remy didn't let up until her body shook and the sounds that came from her throat held almost more pain than pleasure. Only then did he withdraw his fingers and draw his tongue back. He dropped a kiss against her lips, then lifted his head
Mon dieu, she was beautiful. There had been more than one occasion that he'd tried to tell her such a thing. Even Logan and Morgan had tried. She'd never believed them. He wished she could see herself through his eyes, so that she understood what they'd meant when they'd told her they liked the soft look she was capable of. Her skin was flushed, from the tips of her ears to down to her chest. Her hair was a dark halo around her head, spread out across the sheet without care.
Slowly, Remy crawled up over her until he once again sat on her thighs. Her eyes were glassy, pupils blown with her climax. Her gaze eventually found his and the look in it softened to something far gentler and filled with a tenderness he couldn't recall seeing there before.
Sinister chose that moment to laugh and remind her he was there. Her gaze shot his way, standing on the outside of the glass box, then back to Remy's face. He simply stared at her, smiled down at her in the hope that she would take strength from him. When he was sure she was focused entirely upon him once more, he shifted positions. He sat on the mattress, legs crossed before him. It was a simply matter to pull her up until she was in his lap.
He took hold of her waist, guided her up onto her knees above him. She set her hands on his shoulders to keep herself steady. He moved one hand from her hip to his cock, holding it in position so that he could lower her down onto it. She took all of him, sinking down until he was buried completely within her. The feel of her muscles squeezing down around him was nearly his undoing. He'd ignored the needs of his body in favor of hers, so every inch of him was hypersensitive to the feel of her warm, wet heat closing around him. She didn't know what she did to him, did she?
He was going to show her. He was going to show every inch of her. He held himself still a moment before taking hold of her hips and lifting her up. He held her still, the head of his cock almost slipping free of her body, then brought her down on top of him again. Hard. She gasped softly, eyes going wide as she stared at him. He said nothing. He didn't want Sinister to hear anything. Instead, he did it again. And he showed her.
"Remy, I... " she whispered, but the words trailed off on another thrust. He watched as a single tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
"Look at her. She wears her sorrow like an armor and its beautiful." Sinister's voice was a low hiss of sound. Dare buried her face against his chest in hiding. "It will be extremely interesting to see if you can shatter that armor, Gambit. Interesting, indeed."