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Wings to Fly, Eyes that Burn	By : Zilo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 6353 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Eminem (Marshall Mathers). I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Wings to Fly, Eyes that Burn
Author: Zilo
Summary: Marshall ends up in prison and Remy takes him under his wing.
Rating: NC-17 (rape, sex, violence, language, adult themes)
Pairing(s): Marshall Mathers/Remy Lebeau
Author’s notes: This may be a dead fic. My muse and I haven't gotten together on this one in some time.
*Disclaimer*: Marshall Mathers owns himself and Marvel Comics owns Remy Lebeau. No profit made and because one of these people doesn't exist I can easily say: This did NOT happen.

He'd put up a fight when the guys had cornered him alone and jumped him, but three against one wasn't good odds. The one with half his left ear missing, who was currently holding his arms behind his back, had been eyeing him since he arrived. Too fucking pretty for prison everyone told him, going to get a daddy to reem his virgin ass. Another blow to the face and his world was spinning, vision blurring horribly. There was no way to prepare for the stricken panic that raced through his body, every muscle fighting, straining to gain enough strength to get away.

One Ear, was trying to pull his clothes off from behind, wrestling him to the floor. He fought hard, didn't want to be fucked, not by these bitches, not like this. His head ached, he could feel the blood all over his face, wet and running into his eyes. Another blow to his stomach and he was doubled over, a hard body stretched out against his back. Bear-like paws pinning his wrists together over his head, his cheek pressed hard against cold concrete. Hot breath against his ear, barley registering as a sensation, too dizzy to even think straight, shifting weight against his back, laughter.

"Get ready you little cunt, I'm gonna split you open. Fuck you so hard you'll be feeling me for weeks."

A balled up dirty piece of cloth is shoved into his mouth, someone holding his head down against the cement, more hands on his ass spreading his cheeks, cold and firm against burning flesh. He can't help it, he screams as the dick rips him open from the inside.

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Remy didn't like to mix himself up in prison drama. It was hard enough being tagged as a mutie with devil eyes, no need to draw further attention to himself. He'd seen the new guy, pretty blue eyes, dark hair, and creamy freckled skin with angry tattoos decorating his upper body and those sweet lips. He was a prize all right. He knew someone would claim him, unless he proved himself to be otherwise, the boy was destined to be a bottom. Remy knew what it was to be too pretty, but he could fight and he was smart. The same thieving skills that landed him here in the first place, were also useful on the inside. He'd made friends quickly because of his connection to the Thieves' Guild. He still even had some connections on the outside and was able to network a system of trade; some of it drugs some of it other. A man with outside influence was a man of power and therefore respected.

He still had enemies, that never seemed to change, but they knew not to mess with him, for the most part anyway. He had a long running beef with one inmate in particular. His name was Max and he had the distinctive physical characteristic of having half of his left ear missing. Max didn't even come close to Remy on a status level. He was just a large stupid bully. He was said to be a mutie too, but like Remy his mutation could be suppressed by the prison force field. Remy didn't know what his powers were but he had an instant disliking to the man and they had gotten into brawls before, always ending in blood and solitary for both of them.

The new guy, Marshall, had tried to keep to himself mostly. He didn't have any connections and was trying to lay low, blend in with the rest. He wasn't fooling anyone, just announcing louder what an easy little bitch he would make. Remy had watched Max overtly eyeing him in the showers. The lines were drawn, Max would claim him, fuck him, make him his bitch boy. Remy saw all of this in his eyes this morning. He saw that Marshall saw it too. He would fight. Remy knew. He knew he had no chance and would lose but he would fight anyway. The look of survival that burned in his watchful blue eyes made Remy pause. The guy would go down but he'd go down fighting. Remy admired that.

He hadn't thought anymore of it then just that. Slight admiration. Oh well, not his problem. He watched later that day as Max motioned to two of his friends and they followed Marshall. He knew that they would corner him then and Max would fuck him and was surprised to notice that, that bothered him. He internally fought with himself about it for a while, wondering if it was even worth the trouble. He reasoned with himself that whatever happened it would be fun to take something that Max wanted. The actual taking of it would be pretty fun too. He followed them.

He heard the muffled scream and noted that they'd gagged him, obviously not wanting to be disturbed. 'Dis defiantly be prison drama' he thought darkly as he high kicked the guy in the mouth that was standing watch. He heard a disticnt crack as he broke his jaw. The guy's head snapped back into the wall, kncking him out cold. Remy knew he would have to move fast if he was going to maintain the element of surprise. His adrenaline was pumping and moving quickly had never been a problem for him. He took a quick inventory of the room with one glance. Max was fucking Marshall like a dog, ramming into his ass with quick thrusts. There was another guy kneeling next to him helping to hold him down and jacking off at the same time. Marshall, for his part looked bloody, pretty fucked up and barely conscious. Remy was going to enjoy making these two bleed.
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