Pairings: Scott with several others.
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But it was obvious she expected returns on his newfound vigor and mobility. Days and nights that the Phoenix did not return to the castle, Scott spent servicing every whim and fantasy of his caretaker.
Bondage is lost on a paralytic don’t you think?
So that was the answer? Bitch got horny and decided to gift herself a more active partner in her sordid sex games?
His mouth was her favorite. His lips… soft and red and full, so like a woman’s. And gawd was he exquisitely skilled with it.
Never read the tales of a thousand and one nights? The one with an evil king… his life inside a parrot… or was it a pigeon?
Okay. Weakness. But whose? The caretaker’s laughter echoed inside his head.
You KNOW whose.
I was bored.
She will know.
I’ve had practice shielding before.
Fool. She’s the greatest telepath on this planet next only to…
She’d said too much. Scott didn’t like what he was hearing… because it quite effectively decimated his impostor theory. Maybe it was a telepath cum shapeshifter? Perfect. Denial works like a charm.
I’ll take care of it.
Two women fighting for dominance over not just his body but now his mind too… Scott didn’t find it flattering in the least.
I don’t know okay! I’m just a caretaker, nobody tells me anything.
Let me go then.
You know I can't.
If you don’t, I will kill myself.
An empty threat, but chances were Emma wouldn't know that. Her mental voice dripped with venom.
I could just as easily put you back in coma you know. Don’t you dare threaten me.
Scott’s eyes hadn’t stopped tearing since the night before. Fucking manipulative little bastard. Emma melted but not near enough.
You just have to wait until...
She did not reply.
Scott made love to his caretaker in the hole, sorry bath tub… voluntarily of course. They did it again in bed afterwards, before Emma drifted asleep, trusting the strengthening arms of her hostage. At midnight sharp Scott got out of bed. He’d been studying the guard’s moves for the past few days. Every night at o-hundred hours shifts were rotated. He waited until the first one left his post right outside their sleeping chambers and sneaked out. He grabbed the second at the stairs from behind, pressing that traitorous nerve at the back of his neck. Stuffed the faint body inside a medieval trunk for display after stealing his weapon. He held the third at gunpoint at the giant oak doors of the fortress.
His voice, unused for so long… wouldn’t cooperate. He tried again, this time doing slightly better even if nothing but hoarse rasps came out.
The guard tried to outmaneuveur him but Scott was prepared. His body strength may be down to a quarter but his years of training were still intact. He shot the guard in his hand, not giving a damn about the commotion so caused.
“Open the damn door now or I swear I will kill you right fucking now!”
The password-activated doors slid open, he incapacitated the guard just as he had the one before and ran.
Out through the gates of hell, out of Magneto’s deceptive force field. Ran as far as his legs would carry him knowing it wouldn’t be enough. All the while screaming within his head.
Professor! Professor Xavier!
Memories rushing through his mind and eyes of a time long past… of a hesitant new relationship, of father and adopted son.
I will always hear you Scott no matter where you are. Always, my son.
His voice got weaker, as did his legs but he kept running. His head felt heavy and before long his mind were wrenched back out of his control. By the time Emma and the first guard reached him Scott lay paralysed, his upper half flat on the ground and lower half twisted to one side. Judging from the castle’s architecture and the snow-laden landscape he’d surmised he was somewhere in Europe and that bit of information too he flung out to the universe as loudly as he was capable of. The inhibitors kicked in then completely. Stronger than ever before. The guard then ordered him to stand up and soon as Scott did, he punched him in the gut.
But Scott never let her have the satisfaction to hear him plead. Emma couldn’t decide if she wanted to kiss him or slap him from one moment to the next. So she did both.
And then they came.
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