Wings to Fly, Eyes that Burn

Marshall waited a half hour until after lights out before making his move. It was easier to move in the cover of darkness and Mekhi wouldn't be expecting him that way. He rolled silently out of his bunk and hoisted himself up onto Mekhi's bed in half a second. It was easy from there to get the upper hand in a short struggle between the two, him on top already and completely awake. Mekhi's eyes bulged slightly as Marshall's hand tightened around his throat and cut off all his air supply.

"All right you lil fucking bitch. I got a couple questions I gotta ask ya an' your gonna answer me straight or you're gonna fuckin' regret it. You got me?" His voice sounded different, even to himself. It sounded dark and dangerous, he wasn't bluffing. Mekhi would be in a world of pain if he didn't do exactly as he wanted, as it was he may be anyway.

Mekhi nodded as best he could, his eyes still large and scared. Good. Marshall loosened his grip a bit and waited for the other to get his breath back a bit. "Remy is in the medical unit right now. He's not dead, but he's pretty me up up so you can bet all your little buddies are gonna be gettin' all their bitch asses fucking plowed. Mekhi you better believe you're on some fuckin' dangerous ground right now. You make anonymous threats about shit like that and then Remy turns up hurt? Makes me think you knew about shit, was in on it. Just tell me straight up, were you there?"

"No." He choked out.

"You knew about it though." Marshall tightened his grip on Mekhi's shirt and shook him a bit.

"Yeah. I did."

"They were planin' on killing him weren't they? It's all just a big fucking mistake that he isn't dead right now. Why? Why were they going after him? Is it just cause he's a mutant?" Marshall spit out the word 'mutant' angrily.

"He's got a lotta power in here. He's got his hands in on just about every fuckin' deal that goes down 'round here. He's not a threat just 'cause he's a mutant. He's a threat 'cause he's one of those most powerful guys in this jail... and he's a mutant. The only reason your boy's not dead now is 'cause some guard who wasn't even supposed to fuckin' be there turned up and set some alarm off. It's like the cat's got nine lives and a whole lotta fuckin' luck on top of all his connections."

Marshall felt shivers down his spine at the realization of how seriously close things had gotten. Remy had been down playing the whole situation to him before, but what he wasn't sure about was weather that was for his own benefit or for Remy's. It didn't matter. Remy would take care of things. He had friends on his side and this would get taken care of. Marshall just wished Mekhi hadn't gotten involved.

"If you can tell me who the guys are... specifically, then I can get you protection." Marshall finally said. Mekhi stared at him as realization slowly hit. "Remy has guys already on this shit and they're going to pull it to pieces and take down every last fuck involved. We used to be tight man and I don't want to have to get a new roommate."


***


It had been a week and a half since the Marshall had seen Remy. Mekhi had ended up spilling his guts like Marshall knew he would. He'd then gone straight to Maleto with all the names he'd been given and considered it taken care of. The incident though, was turning into something much bigger. An attack on Remy was an attack on all mutants it seemed.

The lines were being drawn, mutants against humans. It didn't help any that there was turmoil going on, no the outside too. In recent news, a group of mutants calling themselves "The New Race" had apparently taken over a couple government buildings with hostages and were making all kinds of demands. It was all over the news. There however, was a complete lack of information as to what they wanted, or their reasons behind their actions. That left everyone else to fill in the blanks with their opinions and random theories, which was almost worse.

Marshall had witnessed two heated arguments about it already that morning, one of them had turned bloody. He shrugged it off. If guys wanted to fight about something they'd find any fucking reason to do it. Whenever anything was in the news about mutants it always made him think of Hailie and wonder where she was and what she thought about what was going on. When he got word that Remy finally had managed some time to see him he was overly relived. Seeing Remy would be good and help take his mind off other things.


"I fuckin' missed you." He paused. "I couldn't get any play for a damn week an' a half, you know what that does to a guy?"

Remy's eyes glinted and he smiled down at his boy as he hooked an arm around his waist and pulled him close. "Drives y' near half insane cher." Remy mumbled just before planting his lips against the other man'she khe kiss got hard and desperate fast.

Marshall's head was spinning with a million different worries and he was trying to lose himself in Remy's touch. He'd missed this closeness. He wasn't sure when it had turned into more then just sex but somewhere along the way Remy had slipped in past his guard. He trusted this man, a Cajun thief with wild eyes and red hair. He trusted him. The realization hit him hard and suddenly he couldn't breath.

Remy had him against a wall his lips wet against his ear. "M' too mon ami."

Marshall wondered if he'd said something out loud or if Remy was just reading his thoughts again as he sometimes seemed to be able too. It didn't matter. He was right there, so close and hot. Whispering words into his ear that made Marshall's whole body shiver.

"Y' not like anyone else t' m'. It's been so long since I felt dis safe an' good wit' someone." Remy slid to his knees, a submissive position he didn't often take with Marshall. He sucked his boy's cock with expert skill. Marshall was so turned on that he was even doing it in the first place that he didn't last nearly as long as he would have liked too. He returned the favor when he was able to get his breathing back under control.

Remy slid down the wall in a heap and pulled Marshall up against him, flinching as the other man's weight was pushed against his bruised ribs. Marshall pulled away. "Non, non, It's fine."

"Lemmy see." Marshall demanded and started pulling at the Cajun's shirt. Remy batted his hands away and scowled at him. Marshall didn't back down though, eyes narrowing further as he said; "Stop being such a tough lil' bitch about it an' lemmy see."

Remy sighed. "It's not even dat bad anymore." He waited, holding Marshall's steady stubborn gaze before shaking his head exasperatedly and lifting his shirt up for inspectio

Marshall traced the discolored flesh with careful fingers. Remy was right, he did heal quickly. The bruises had faded to pale brown with mild splotches of green and yellow. On a second pass back across his chest Marshall's fingernail abruptly scrapped along a hard nipple. Remy yelped with surprise. The sound was high-pitched and girly, very unmanly. Marshall's eyes widened with childish delight and he started laughing. "You yelped!"

Remy tried to lookiousious. "I didn't. Y' surprised m' an' I- I didn't yelp." He liked watching his boy's face scrunch up with laughter. His dignity was worth it. He was grabbing him by the chin and kissing him before he thought much about it. Marshall melted against him. Remy could taste himself on his boy's tongue and it felt good.

Marshall wrapped his fingers around Remy's wrist and held his hand against him as his lips wandered down the Cajun's neck. "I really fuckin' missed you." He mumbled.

*AN: expect major craziness in the next chapter, also it may take me a while to figure out how to write it. thanks Charlotte for the link, it worked for me too. :) also thanks for reviewing twisted, i'm very flattered. really you guys' comments just make me all warm and fuzzy inside. blush* :)