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Title: Nahemah, Ch 2
Authors: Loganberry
& Jukebox
Pairing: Logan/Remy, OFC/Logan,
OFC/Remy
Feedback: Always appreciated
Rating: PG-15 for now, may
go up later
Disclaimers: Doing this only for therapeutic value. Not making any money off it. All the familiar characters in this fic belong to Marvel & Stan Lee. We're broke, so suing us would just be a comedy waiting to happen.
Notes: This is an AU because empathy and spatial awareness are just too cool for Remy not to have.
Summary: A female demon has been released from a centuries old stasis pod and feeds on the power of mutants in her strange new world. Can the X-men stop her before she and her progeny lead mutant kind to eternal damnation?
Warnings: We don't know French or Cajun French, so our apologies to people of those areas if we butchered the language in this fic. If we put any in this fic, it came from online translators and La library archives. Because this is an AU, some of the characters in this story may seem OOC. Also, we don't know the occult and apologize to anyone we may offend.
Words between / / are thoughts
or mental speak
Words between * *
are flashbacks
Words between ~ ~
are lyrics to any songs that may be used in the fic
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CH 2
As the team exited the war room, Logan subtlety grasped Remy’s elbow and pulled him into the nearest side room, waiting a few moments for the others to pass them by before saying anything to the Cajun. Remy look bemused as he focused his attention on the feral. “What is dis, mon amour? If’n you wanna be alone wit’ Remy, all ya gotta do is say de word and we go back to my room where we be more comfortable, hehn?”
Logan frowned as he turned to look at his lover. “Look Remy. I know ya don’t get along with Emma, but can’t ya stop baiting her like that?”
Remy’s eyes widened for a moment before they narrowed into mere slits, anger causing them to glow eerily in the darkened room. “Bait her? What you gon’ on ‘bout? She started it.”
“What are ya, four? This ain’t about who started what. This is about being the bigger person and not even getting into it to begin with.” Logan scolded, casually flicking his glance at the door as if to make sure no one could see or hear them.
A muscle in Remy’s jaw twitched as he took a moment to compose himself. “Non.” he hissed. “Dis ‘bout Scott, always ‘bout Scott. You care more ‘bout what he t’ink of you dan defending your lover against dat viper.” He yanked his arm from the feral’s grasp before pinning him with a glare. “I know you ain’t ready to hear dis, Logan. Probably won’t never be able to say it. But, I love you. And I don’t care what anyone t’ink of dat.” He pushed past Logan and paused at the door, turning his head to look at the older mutant from the corner of his eye. “But all de love in de world won’t keep me wit’ someone who ashamed of it, ashamed of me. Remy not de most deserving person in de world, but dang sure deserve better dan dat. You t’ink ‘bout it.” And then he was gone.
Logan sighed, his hand coming up to run roughly through his hair. That didn’t go exactly the way he had planned. What was the matter with him? Remy was right. He wasn’t treating the boy fairly. He didn’t understand why, and he wasn’t sure he could change. Deciding to concentrate on the mission, he followed his lover out of the room, determined to at least apologize.
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New York….
The city that never sleeps, so they say. Anything your heart desires is available, any time of day or night, as long as money is no object.
Lights twinkled and danced across that vast expanse of concrete and glass, the starlight obscured by the orange haze that draped the city. The ethereal glow beckoned to all; this melting pot of races that had made its home in the eternally conscious metropolis. It was one of the first to embrace the next evolution of humans - the race known as mutants - and the midnight hour was when that melting pot began to bubble.
Multi-coloured lights flashed; red-green-yellow. The blinding white of a strobe blinked on and off, casting weird, stilted shapes on the walls. The heavy heart-vibrating thud-thud of ear-splitting music made the floor bounce under foot. Friday night at Dis-Tort was always the same.
The nightclub, housed in the basement of a derelict warehouse in the East Meadow district of Mid-Town New York was ‘the’ place to be if you were mutant looking for a good time. The place crawled – literally – with everything from scales and claws to things that flew and teleported. Mutants openly rubbed shoulders with ‘mutie-wannabes’ and every strange and weird sight one could possibly imagine could be seen. No-one cared what you looked like, only that you had a good time. It was the place to be alright.
The inside of the club itself had a retro feel; made up of one large floor with an upper half deck that surrounding the lower in a crescent shape, the railing allowing patrons to lean over and view the flesh market below. The upper balcony housed various sitting areas, with chairs and tables gathered in clumps that dotted around the floor and couches in secluded dark corners allowing for some to participate in more nefarious activities. The main floor below was dominated by the wooden dance floor that ran in a swirl towards the back of the building, broken only by risers that lent freedom to the more artistic dancers.
The dance floor, as always, was packed as was the long bar that ran the length of the cavernous club. It was composed of square blocks of frosted thick plexi-glass designed to reflect the lights - like a prism - in a rainbow of hues, a dreamlike effect to entice one and all to partake of the thirst-quenching pleasures offered. Alcohol flowed in all forms and colours, from the sweet to the sour, and all tastes in between.
“Two beers!” A young twenty-something male hollered at one of the busy barmaids from the far end of the bar. “Great night Snake?” He yelled into the ear of his companion over the top of the music.
“Yeah man…some serious hot stuff in tonight. Check that out. ” The youth sitting by his side hollered back, his bright-red forked tongue flicking out as he spoke pointing to a lavender-toned androgynous body slinking across the dance floor. The flashing lights reflected off his dark scaled skin giving him a strange half-man half-reptilian appearance. His buddy looked human except for the two antenna that poked from under his jet black hair and the large pair of stained-glass like butterfly-shaped wings that graced his back.
Both were in the prime of life; the loud music and wild surroundings part of their hedonistic lifestyle as young and affluent mutant males. They sat and swigged on their beers, eyeing the ‘tail’ that shimmied and wiggled on the dance floor. Nothing was out of reach; mutant or human.
The two young men continued to eye the terrain, on the prowl for any willing bed-mates for the night. His head bopping and heart thumping in time with the music, Snake picked out a lone figure sitting in a booth across the dance floor at the back of the club. She was tall, pale and incredibly beautiful, with long golden hair trailing over her shoulders and back. High scarlet heals and never-ending legs reached up to a short tight black skirt and equally tight top. For one strange moment he fell like falling, as if he was being drawn towards her. Even across the vastness of the room Snake could feel her eyes bore into him, she was staring at them with such hunger in her aquamarine orbs. Swallowing his mouthful of liquid hard, he elbowed his friend without taking his gaze from her. “Hey Jay, look over there. I think she wants us.”
The taller young man’s antennae twitched involuntarily as he turned his black eyes in the beautiful woman’s direction. “Damn.” He whispered under his breath at the sight that greeted him. It wasn’t often that he and his buddy were the sole focus of such a delectable dish. It was too good to be true. “Well let’s go say ‘hi’ then.”
Snake snorted. “Yeh right. And get thrown out like yesterday’s news? She’s playing with us man.”
“No dude. She wants us, seriously. Let’s go over.”
Snake shook his head.
“Aww c’mon man what’s she gonna do, bite yer head off?” Jay laughed at his unusually nervous friend. “Come on.” He repeated rising from his seat and pausing as he took a swig from his beer.
“Leave it Jay, she’s way outta our league.”
The two continued to debate, egging each other on, teasing each other about approaching her for several minutes before they noticed that she was on the move, surprisingly towards them. As she drew near, they both froze, eyes wide as they stared with dumbstruck fascination. She was beyond belief, exuding an aura of sexual energy that made every being in the club turn to look as she passed by, no matter their sexual preference; men gawped like sweaty teens as woman frowned and pouted in jealousy.
She smiled widely, her soft full lips drawing out in a seductive expression, her high check bones rising and her eyes glistening with desire. She came to stand before the two mutants, her hands sliding slowly up her hips, emphasising her shapely figure.
“Hello boys, looks like you could use some company.” She purred, her voice husky yet smooth like honey dripping from a spoon.
They both stuttered and stammered as they scrambled to make room for her between them at the bar. “Wh-What’s your name pretty lady?” Snake stammered, before clearing his throat in obvious embarrassment.
A long, red, dagger-like nail came up to caress his cheek. “My name? Now why should I tell you that?” She whispered against his cheek; the cool flow of her breath held a sweetly intoxicating allure.
Snake’s legs fairly buckled under him, the almost perfumed breath that caressed his cheek sending him dizzy with sudden desire. He grabbed the edge of the bar to steady himself. “Need…ta call…you something.” He stuttered in trembling reply.
“But where’s the fun in that?” She cooed, turning away from him towards his partner. “I prefer a little mystery. No obligations, no promises. Only pleasure.” She draped her hand over Jay’s shoulder, letting her fingers caress his delicate wings as she spoke, causing the delicate membranes to flutter appreciatively before running her palm slowly down over his chest.
Turning abruptly, she faced the bar. “So what does a lady have to do around her to get a drink?” She asked playfully, waving one of the bar staff over. Jay and Snake, suddenly wakened from their reverie, almost fell over themselves to fulfil her request.
After a round of drinks the two men were besotted. Trying, as the conversation progressed, to out do each other in wit and experience to impress this long-legged beauty who seemed so interested in them, of all the men in the club she could have.
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The night progressed as they moved to a booth in a darker section of the club, she between them, stroking and caressing not just their egos. The conversation moved quickly to matters sexual and as her hand caressed Jay’s inner thigh she whispered gently in Snake’s ear. The young mutant’s eyes almost popped out of his head as his forked tongue flicked in and out nervously. Jay was in heaven, his whole body aching; the tips of his wings fluttering in time with his rapidly beating heart. As the smile spread over Snake’s face and he nodded, she slid across the seat to press herself against Jay. The fluttering ceased as his body went rigid, the only sign that he was alive was the sudden movement of his antenna as they flipped backwards to plaster themselves against his head when the flaxen-haired goddess whispered her desires in their ears.
Both men looked at each other before nodding and hastily downing the last of their alcohol. Sliding from the booth the threesome casually moved off towards the back of the club, Jay’s wings dancing in the bright flashing lights before they disappeared through an escape door.
The sounds of laughter and hushed chatter bounced off the walls of the dark passageway. The late night air was cool and fresh after the long hot evening surrounded by moist flesh. Drawing them both into the back alley, she teased and flirted, pulling them further and further into the darkness. Soon lips devoured lips and hands roamed freely over heated bodies. Soft moans filled the darkness like gentle music as the two men gave in to their carnal desires and her demands. After several arousing minutes she pushed herself free from their groping hands, the expressions of rejection clear on the two men’s faces. They watched as if she made to leave, both visibly sighing with unfulfilled lust.
“Don’t worry my darlings.” She murmured softly. “I know just the place.” She turned towards them and held out her hands. Like two lap-dogs they scurried to her side wrapping arms and hands about her as she led them away from the alley.
They followed her as if in a trance, trailing behind her enticing figure as she led them towards Central Park. With gentle enticing giggles and looks she moved from one to the other, her hands exploring and lingering, insuring the continued interest of the two male mutants; stirring there innermost desires and base urges. She knew what they wanted and enjoyed the thrill of anticipation. As they entered the park, she moved instinctively to a secluded area, surrounded by foliage of varying thickness and towering trees that swayed in the cool northerly breeze. Giggling and humming she moved to a soft piece of earth below a wide oak tree and there, as the two entranced men watched she turned and slowly began to undress, teasing with each item of clothing and swaying to some unheard music as she performed the most erotic of dances. Both males began to salivate as she wove her spell around them, drawing them into her personal space. As she gyrated and ground her naked body against them they watched transfixed. Suddenly as her soft hum turned into melodic singing her captive audience lost control of themselves. Lips consumed creamy flesh, shirts and pants where frantically discarded. Bodies collapsed to the ground in passionate craving as the three became one tangled, writhing mass. Wild groans and growls echoed through the darkened park, a forked tongue flashed over bared nipples, the waft of paper-like wings caressed a hip, an abdomen, a cheek. Nothing mattered to the two men who lustily consumed their temptress’s body.
“Please,” she wantonly begged as they licked and kissed. “I want to feel you both inside me.”
It was all they needed to hear. “Oh yeh!” Snake enthused in a husky voice, Jay only managing a moan as he suckled her neck.
The moon through the trees winked off the sheen of sweat soaked skin, wings and scales as the two moved in unison above the willing body below them. Moans and cries of rapture reached a crescendo as bodies moved in quick succession until at last hitting that ultimate high. All became silent.
Jay and Snake lay either side of their prize, chuckling and gasping for breath in the after glow of incredible sex. They listened to her satisfied coos as she wriggled between them. She stroked slowly over there skin before, finally, they felt her move.
“There’s something more boys.” She told them in a syrupy voice. “Something even more enjoyable.” Pulling from their embrace she turned and sat up on her knees before them.
The two men smiled at each other; how could there be much more than what they had already experienced? “Come here.” She taunted. As the two crept forward she smiled lasciviously up at them one last time before her features began to shift.
Before the two men knew what had happened, the exotic beauty that had given them the most memorable night of their lives had them in her grip. She cackled maniacally as her hands sunk through their skulls like a hot knife through butter, drawing from them their precious life energy. Silent screams adorned their faces mere moments before their bodies withered to nothing. With a satisfied grunt she flung the two lifeless carcasses away from her naked form, a sickly smile spreading over her face as she climbed to her feet. The newly digested energy coursed through her body, filling her with hot satisfaction. As she gathered her clothes from the ground and began to walk, still naked, across the open ground she tenderly rubbed her slightly swollen abdomen. "Soon my children…very soon."
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“The telepathic scream came from only one of them.” Emma knelt down beside the emaciated corpses and crinkled her nose in disgust. “I’m thinking the one with the…whatever those are..”
“Antennae, Emma.” Hank interrupted her, his voice taking on a clinical tone. At the blink he received from the telepath, he looked at her over the rim of his glasses pointedly and reiterated. “They are antennae.”
Emma shuddered. “Yes, well, I believe he must have been a low-level telepath based on the faint residual signature left behind.”
Scott grimaced as he surveyed the bodies before him. “Right. Spread out people. We don’t have much time to look for clues before the authorities arrive. Emma, you continue to monitor for any police or bystanders. Keep us covered as best you can and let me know when it’s time to move out.” He turned his attention towards the good doctor. “Hank, do as much as you can as fast as you can.”
“Man this sucks. It’s like trying to find a needle in the haystack.” Drake switched on his flashlight and began to swing it back in forth on the ground in front of him. “What time is it anyway?”
“It’s dark-thirty Bobby. Now shut-up and get to work.” Cyclops growled before turning to scour the surrounding area with the rest of the team.
Logan was about to turn his senses to the task at hand when he noticed Remy standing close to the bodies, head cocked to one side and a look of confusion on his face. He strolled over to his lover and took gentle hold of his elbow. “Whatsa matter, darlin’.”
Remy cast him a sidelong glance before snorting. “Am I?” and promptly turned his attention back to the grotesque scene.
Scowling, Logan tugged on his elbow, forcing the younger mutant to face him. “O’ course yer my darlin’.” He snapped. Pausing a moment to rein in his anger, he took a deep breath before continuing. “Look Remy. I’m sorry ‘bout earlier. Yer right. I...I shouldn’t have let that..” he leaned forward, lowering his voice, well aware of Emma’s proximity to their conversation, “..cow…talk t’ ya like that. Ya know I ain’t very good at this lovey-dovey in public shit. But ya mean the world t’ me.”
Remy sighed at the man’s apology, feeling guilty for making Logan feel that way to begin with, and leaned forward to touch his forehead to the feral’s. “Oui, chere. Remy knows. May have over-reacted, me.”
The relieved grin on the older man’s face spoke volumes and Remy’s heart melted. “Now tell me what’s botherin’ ya.”
He backed away from the feral, putting on his professional mask as he turned his gaze back to the bodies. “Somet’ing not right here Logan. Can feel….somet’ing. But it not natural, not human.”
“What d’ya mean not human?”
“Can’t explain it. Just...not like anyt’ing I felt before.” His eyes stared off in the distance as he searched for some kind of solution.
Logan frowned. He didn’t like the vagueness of the whole situation. He was ready to find whatever the hell was killing all these men and deal some justice Wolverine-style. He could see that Remy was in another mode altogether, trying to decipher the meanings behind what he felt and decided to leave the boy alone; opting instead to begin his own investigation.
Making his way to the large tree which seemed to be the focus of the heinous crime he crouched to examine the markings. From the looks of the disturbed earth he could tell more than murder had taken place. His keen eyesight and finely-honed tracking skills soon made light work of deciphering the scrambled patterns on the ground. Foot prints; two large one smaller. /Hmm three bodies not two/ he considered. Finger marks clawed into the ground. A struggle? A fight maybe? Carefully he moved around the patch of earth. Patterns merging and changing as he did so. /Three bodies…in a struggle…a female perhaps/ He wondered. As he moved around a smoother patch of earth caught his attention. /is that a…/ he wondered for a second. Tilting his head a little to the left he gazed at the spot. “An ass print!...ya gotta be kiddin’” He exclaimed a little louder than he’d intended. Bending he scooped up some of the earth in his hand and raised it to his nose. Drawing a steady breath in, he sniffed as the dark brown soil and leaf mould. Rich earthy scents filled his nose, a fragrance he loved so much but there was something else.
“Pardon me Logan. Is there something you have discovered?” Henry asked coming to stand at his side.
Logan rose from his hunches and turned to his blue team-mate still with the handful of soil under his nose.
“Yeah Hank, plenty. Sex. There weren’t just them two unlucky guys here, there was another. A woman.” He announced matter-of-factly.
“Are you certain?”
“Ain’t no doubt, Big Blue. I know that scent anywhere. There was more than a killin’ took place here.”
“A rape perhaps?” Henry questioned. “We could be looking for an injured woman.”
“I ain’t so sure.” Logan replied. “And I don’t smell blood anywhere.”
“Dere is som’ting else mon ami but it hard to say it was a woman.” Remy rubbed the side of his head, trying to decide what it was he sensed.
“Then I will take a sample to analyse back at the lab. Any traces of DNA could be vital in tracing our killer.” Hank pulled a tube from the utility belt around his waist and proceeded to scoop some of the soil into it. “There’s not much more I can discern from the bodies without cutting them open.” Placing a big, furred finger to his chin, he tapped a few times in thought. “Scott, I don’t suppose we could…”
“No” Scott interjected, not giving the doctor any opportunity to finish his question. “We don’t have the facilities for an autopsy Hank. And besides, we don’t know what we’re dealing with. Only that it is targeting mutants. I can’t risk the students at the school being exposed to any of this. It’s bad enough we’re exposed.” A mental nudge from Emma made Scott pause before barking orders to the rest of the group. “The cops will be here soon. Make one more sweep and wrap things up.”
Logan used one of his blades to lift the clothes of the two males. He didn’t need to work his senses too hard to know where they had been for part of the evening, having smelled the club scene on his partner too many times before. His lip curled in distaste as he flung the garments away from him and stood to search the area one more time. Mind working overtime, he was already dreading the upcoming nights. There was no doubt that Scott would send them undercover to those places that Logan hated with a passion. Remy would be in his element, while Logan would be assailed with sensory overload. Sighing, Logan resigned himself to his fate. At lease he would be able to keep an eye on his Cajun. The thought had him glancing around to spot his lover, realizing suddenly that the thief was no longer among the group. Raising his nose, he sniffed the air and caught a trace of the spicy scent, trailing after it cautiously.
The boy had travelled a good distance from the murder site, but Logan eventually came upon him. Remy was standing in front of an old concrete staircase, staring down at an massive iron door that led into the tunnel system below the cities. It appeared to be some sort of maintenance entrance for authorized personnel only, but Remy was studying it as if it were the key to some lost city of gold. So caught up in his thoughts, he didn’t hear the feral approach him from behind and started in shock when the older man touched his arm.
“Logan….y’ near ‘bout gave me a heart attack, cher.” Remy grinned at him in relief, slightly embarrassed at being caught unaware.
Brows furrowed, Logan gave him a concerned look. ““Ya ok darlin’? That’s not like ya to be caught off-guard.”
Laughing it off, Remy pulled his arm away and turned to head back towards the group. “Oui. Remy fine. Just forgot myself for a minute. C’mon, cher. Need to work off some of dis frustration.” He turned back and winked at his lover. “Wanna help me wid dat?”
Grinning, the older man didn’t need to be asked twice. Logan glanced back at the door for a minute. He had caught a trace of the same feminine smell from the soil. But, the scent was faint, dissipating by the moment. Whoever the female was, she had obviously passed this way.
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