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A Freak like Me	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38259 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I do not own either Harry Potter nor Xmen the fandom, Any of the Harry Potter characters or any of the X-men, and I am making no profit from this story.

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Mindy was one of the freaks sent to my cage for me to heal after Mike died. She was older then me, almost as old as Jean. She said she used to have children. After I healed her, she would tell me stories.
Wolverine tugged on my hand gently while we walked outside The Professors place and I remembered one of the stories Mindy told me. Jack and the Bean Stalk was one of her favorites and so I heard it often. She used to get so frustrated because I didn't remember what clouds were.
I looked up at the sky and wondered if the clouds were really strong enough for Jack to bounce on them. Could there really be giants up there? Well if any one would know, Wolverine would know. After all, he was almost a giant himself.
"Wolverine?" He grunted at me. I wondered if that was a 'Don't talk to me freak I'm busy' grunt or a 'this better be good, talk fast' grunt. Well either way I'd better answer. "Do you think there are really giants up there?"
Wolverine turned to look at me and I pointed up. He tilted his head back and then shook his head with a laugh. "Where'd you get an idea like that pup?" He was amused, I could tell so I smiled at him. "Jack and the Bean Stalk!"
Kitty squealed and the noise hurt my ears. I winced and wondered what the punishment would be for covering them. "Yea kid" Wolverine mumbled and pulled both hands down from his ears. He grinned and did the eye thing to me again. I put on my most determined face and scrunched up the Orbicularis oculi muscle around my left eye to close it. I beamed when I did it and Wolverine chuckled at me. He picked me up in his arms and swung me in a circle.
As soon as my feet left the ground, I began to panic. I was completely out of control up here, and although Wolverine promised he wouldn't let anyone hurt me, he'd never said anything about himself.
He set me down and I fell into him, dizzy. "Easy pup." He grunted out and let me lean on him until the world stopped spinning. I looked up into his smirking but worried face and smiled weakly.
I turned to look and find out what Kurt and Kitty were doing and the female was bouncing on the balls of her feet. I cocked my head at her and tried to burrow into Wolverine's chest.
"Will you tell us the story of Jack and The Bean Stalk?" She asked me.
I glanced up at Wolverine for permission but his face was blank. I smiled at her and she tried to burst my ear drums in retaliation.
When she was done I noticed that it wasn't my hands that were holding my ears, but Wolverine's. I smiled at him and my face flushed.
He turned me around and I tried to figure out what I had to be embarrassed about. I'd not done anything. I shrugged. It probably had something to do with being around my Hero.
"Sure."
I tried to tell them the story, but I wasn't as good a storyteller as Mindy had been. Kitty and Kurt had been looking around while I struggled to find words. Finally I just got up and left without finishing the story. They were doing something confusing and I didn't want to be around it.
Every so often, while I'd been struggling for words, Kitty or Kurt would slowly reach out their hand and touch the other. At first I thought it was an order for Kurt to strip and prepare himself, but he never did. They'd scooted closer together on the grass and their touches lingered along the others arm or leg. It confused me. Why would they want to touch?
The only touches I'd ever wanted in the cages were Mike's, and really, he'd wanted it more then me. Wanted something to take his mind off what the guards did to him. Was my story that bad? No, that couldn't be it. It couldn't be as bad at the guards.
I finally found Wolverine in a building separate from the others. In it were cars and tools I instinctively knew to stay away from. He was bent over a two wheeled car with no cover. He had a rag in one hand and seemed to be cleaning it.
In another time, I might have huffed, but then I'd no clue that this would have been the perfect occasion to. These people confused me. One moment Wolverine is acting like a normal, ordering me and the others around, and making fun of the leader, and then the next moment he's doing servants work!.
He must have smelled me, because he wasn't surprised when I stepped into his view. "Get tired of their screeching pup?" I shook my head. Even if I had been, I knew better then to admit it.
"They were doing things that confused me." I admitted in a whisper. Wolverine's head snapped up and he snarled. "Did they touch you pup?" I shook my head, fearful that they should have and I missed an order.
He relaxed and stood up, confusing me even more. I could feel tears of frustration well in my eyes and I tried to hold them back with a sniffle. Wolverine pulled me over to an bench and sat me in his lap, holding me. I loved it when my Idol held me. It felt like nothing in the world could touch us.
"What's wrong pup?"
I buried my head in his neck and breathed him in, hoping that if I got enough in me, he would some how become apart of me. "They were doing things with each other that I don't understand. I don't understand anything here. Its so weird." I sniffled again and Wolverine ran his hand up and down my back.
"What were they doing pup?"
"They were touching, but it wasn't like an order or anything."
"Show me" Logan commanded and I slipped off his lap to sit next to him on the bench. I put the hand that had followed me on his lap and then looked away from him. Slowly I reached a hand out to lightly stroke my fingers along his upper thigh. He shivered, just like Kurt had done when Kitty had done it to him. I turned back to Wolverine. "Like that! and Kurt shivered like you did too. What does it mean?"
He cleared his throat, but when he spoke it was still harsh sounding. "It means...." He cleared his throat again, stood up and stepped forward until I could no longer see his face. "It means they like each other." What? I sighed, nothing here made any sense. Why would touching show that you liked someone? Touches were scary. I shook my head. No, Wolverine's touches weren't scary, and neither were Remy's, although the night before had been plenty scary.
I walked up behind him and pressed myself against his back. He was short enough that I could bury my face between his shoulder blades. I wrapped my hands around his waist and felt his cock was half-hard. He froze. I bit my lip in indecision. He'd not ordered me to do anything, but he'd said that touching was a way to show you liked a person. Well there wasn't anyone, ever, that I liked as much as Wolverine, not even Mike.
I pushed my hands against his cock, hard, knowing that as a feral Wolverine, would like it rough. I nuzzled his back and whimpered in a way I knew would appeal to his feral side.
The feral across from my cage at the Labs had been given a mate. I had watched it and then needed to heal her when he was finished.
Wolverine spun around in my arms and pushed me away breathing hard, through his nose. He held my shoulders in his hands, arms extended, and I froze, wide eyed, waiting for my punishment.
Slowly he pulled himself together. "You're not ready for that pup." I nodded in agreement although I had no idea what he was talking about. He let me go and I backed up a step. Not in fear, I just didn't know what was expected of me now.
"Come on pup, I'm gunna teach you how to catch." I ran a little ways to catch up to him. Catch? Like when he threw things at me? Was it a training exercise?
X-men POV
Remy met Angelous and Logan outside the door to Xavier's office and they traded. Logan stepped into the office, and Remy started off towards the Med Lab. Angelous squeaked at Gambit's swift departure, and Remy slowed down to let him catch up. He smiled down at the boy reassuringly.
He wasn't sure how to act around the boy. He'd very nearly taken advantage last night and hadn't slept very well due to guilt. Angelous was watching him. Slowly, hesitatingly, he slipped his hand into Remy's, and the empath's heart constricted.
He could always feel the emotions around him, but touch intensified them. Longing, hope, fear, so much fear and uncertainty it almost squashed out the other too, over powered them. He stopped along the hall and pulled Angelous into a hug. His eyes scanned the hallway for occupancy before he pulled back to talk directly into Angelous' eyes.
"Ange, Remy be distracted by wa' Xavier told 'em. I'm no' upset at you. D’accord?" He brushed his fingers lightly along Angelous' chin and smiled. The boy nodded, returned it and said, "Remy, I'm confused as to my place here."
Gambit nodded and tried to think about how to reply while he pulled the boy down to the Med lab. "Slave." he said hoping that the boy would define it. Instead Angelous gasped. Remy shook his head, " Wa's it mean ange?" Not even a little tension left his shoulders.
"Slave: A person who is held in bondage to another; one who is wholly subject to the will of another; one who is held as a chattel; one who has no freedom of action, but whose person and services are wholly under the control of another." Remy nodded and a tear fell from Angelous' eye. Gambit stopped to wipe it away.
"You be afraid you is a slave now. Oui?" He waited for Angelous' nod. "You're no'. You been here for a day, you tell Remy how de x-men treat Kurt."
They started walking again since Angelous was more confused then upset. Remy knew he was messing this up but he needed the boy to figure it out himself or he'd never believe it.
"Well, I see, that he eats at the table with everyone and that either he is Kitty's personal freak, or she is his." He furrowed his brow at Remy's laughter. "Non. There be no person'l freaks here. 'member ange, we be mutants not freaks. We gonna treat you like Kurt and Kitty and Rogue and Bobby."
The boy nodded and his face scrunched up in concentration. He looked so cute. With anyone else, Remy may have tried to kiss away the creases, but he decided it would be more harmful then good.
They made it to the Med Lab without anymore discussions on life or the universe, much to Remy's relief. As soon as Angelous figured out where they were, he pressed up as tight as he could to Remy's side, whimpering. Remy understood, he didn't like the lab either, to many bad memories.
Hank stepped out of his office and smiled at the terrified boy. Remy was having trouble differentiating between his emotions and Angelous but he forced it under control. "'e tinks ye gonna hurt 'em."
Hank nodded and pulled on the fur on his chin. "Angelous. Do you remember my promise to you?" Angelous nodded, eyes wide with fear. "I promised that I would never let anyone hurt you, and I have not. I know you do not trust me, but you should give me a chance. I have not broken my promise to you."
Remy could feel Angelous considering and hoping for Remy's intervention. "Get on the table." Logan barked out from the doorway. Instantly the boy hopped up and Hank glared at him. Logan ignored him. "Listen up pup. Hey blue, give us a moment ya?" Hank hesitated a moment but then grudgingly went back into his office. "These are the rules pup. You are ours. Mine and Remy’s. Got it?" Angelous nodded and Remy could tell the fear lessened a little. He couldn't figure out why that would be though.
"You must not ever lie to either of us. You cannot hide things from us or lie by omission." Remy could tell the boy was defining in his head. "You can lie to anyone else though." Remy grinned liking where this was going, he added, "You c'n lie to others when we be 'round but ye' have ta' tell us you did late'." Logan winked at him. They were going to use the autonomy.
"Ya gotta go to school, and I don't want ya leaving the property without one of us." Angelous blinked quickly as though leaving had never occurred to him. "You're gunna be going to school so you have ta do your homework, listen and pay attention in class." Angelous nodded again, and Remy felt his relief that there was structure now.
"Now these next ones are the most important ones." Angelous looked at them determined. "Ya belong to Remy and I, so no one else is allowed to touch you or hurt you. You must," Logan put his hands on the boy's shoulders and shook him a little, "Must protect yourself from being touched or harmed by any means necessary. If that means using your gifts..then so be it. Got it?"
"Tell us ange" Remy's soft words broke their staring contest. "I belong to you. No one else can use me or touch me or hurt me, and I have to protect your property." They nodded, eventually they'd explain it to him, but for now it was best to explain this world in terms he could understand.
"There will be more rules later, but they will not ever compromise those last two." Angelous nodded and then threw himself at Logan. Remy's eyes welled at the joy and relief coming from the boy. He should have thought of that.
"A'righ' Henri wan's to check you f'r tings." Angelous smiled at him and tentatively reached out a hand. Remy grabbed it and rubbed his thumb over the back of the hand while Logan went to get Hank.
"Ye' got it now? Remy not good at 'splain'n tings." Angelous smiled at him and whispered, "Yea, I was confused but," He paused and glanced up at Remy through his hair, "I'm not a slave right, just yours." "Right, You be Logan an' Remy's ange."
Hank and Logan came back into the lab and Remy stepped back, winking at the boy to show him he wasn't leaving.
The exam took almost an hour and Hank wanted them to leave Angelous in the lab while he explained a few things to him. "Non. We' no' hid'n tings from Le ange, Henri."
Hank shrugged his big blue shoulders and tried to explain what he'd found. "He doesn't seem to be injured at all. His healing ability must have erased all history of them, just as Logan, yours does." The boy preened at being compared with Logan. "I tried to determine his age and have found that his femoral lesser trochanter has joined but the epiphyseal plate has not disappeared."
Logan and Remy blinked at him. "And that means what bub." A giggle from the boy on the table caught their attention. "It means that I'm older then 18 but younger then 20."
Remy felt trepidation from the....man..."You be 19?" Remy gasped, Angelous looked not any older then 15 or maybe 16. He nodded and Remy felt determination. "You could have asked me, I know how old I am." Remy chuckled at the tone. It seemed that some rules had given Angelous some confidence. He was taking strength from knowing his place. Remy kicked himself for not understanding how of balance having no rules made the boy...er...man. He huffed, Angelous was only two years younger then him now, it wasn't the complete moral crime to be attracted to him. He wondered if Xavier knew.
Emboldened by the lack of response to his attitude, Angelous asked if Hank had tested Scott yet. "No, I'm afraid we've all been busy with you little one." Logan snarled at Hank, shocking all the others. "He is not a burden. Do not say he is."
The joy flowing from the boy was strong enough to bring warmth to Remy and his body involuntarily responded to it. He turned away so no one would see his huge smile.
"I apologize Logan. Why do you ask Angelous?" Hank continued working on his test while Angelous answered. "I want to help Wolverine but you don't trust me."
Logan barked out a laugh, "I'm not some nancy boy scout like Cyke is. You want to test on me, ya gotta only ask." Angelous smiled at him. "When you claws come out, it hurt. I was thinking I could maybe fix that, and The Doctor made some other discoveries about you and adamantium after you escaped."
Logan handed Angelous his hand and said, "You want to fix my claws, go ahead, but I'd rather you didn't cut me open." Angelous giggled and said, "I don't need to cut you to get inside you Wolverine."
Remy shivered at the innuendo. This boy was almost to good to be true. His innocence was alluring.
"Would you talk me through what your doing Angelous?" Hank asked, completely abandoning his test in his curiosity.
"Well, The adamantium reinforced Radius and Ulna are strained because the claws rest inside them. The muscles here," He ran a hand along Logan's forearm, "push the claws out in a similar manner to flexing the muscles. The claw tips push over the carpals and between the second and third, third and fourth, and fourth and fifth metacarpals. The Doctor didn't alter the hands much because there are to many bones and he wanted to make sure the hand would have full mobility. He didn't take into account nerves. I can repress some of the nerve fingers that send pain signals to the brain." Angelous did something that forced Logan's claws half way out. "I can make it so that he wont feel it when it breaks the skin and muscle here."
Remy realized that he was way out of his depth and so left them too it. He settled back to watch Hank and Angelous talk in medical jargon and the relief and incredulation on Logan’s face as he tried to keep up.
Eventually, whatever Angelous wanted to do was done and Logan forced his claws in and out reflexively, wonder and relief warring on his face. "No pain cher?" Remy asked him. "No, none, I can feel it just like before, but it doesn't hurt."
As they left to tell the professor, Hank speculated on how Angelous could help Rogue.
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