Logan was slowly slipping back into consciousness. He struggled to get to the surface, out of the black pitch that was trying to swallow him. then he remembered why he wanted to die, and tried to jump back into the pitch… but he couldn’t. the paws of darkness were too scary, even scarier then his Master’s teasing touches. ~The person can use this way only once – everyone lacks courage for the second try~ his mentor said once, and now Logan knew he was right.

Swaying on the surface, he could already feel his own body, hear and smell the people rooting around him, some needle in his arm and wet cloth on his forehead.

“It’s the last time I succeed in something like this, Remy.” The voice above him said. “Next time he decides to leave – and I won’t be able to bring him back. Think about this.” The voice paused, and he heard a snort from the other side. The voice muttered. “You either leave him alone or rape him – and let him die.”

“Me know what t’ do wit’ de slave” the way too familiar voice murmured irritated, and he felt himself being risen up by four cold hands. ~The black boys~ he thought, being carried somewhere. Before the trip was over he was unconscious again.

* * *

Logan slowly opened his eyes – this time it was like waking up from a long sleep. He observed the room immediately, and checked himself for any restraints. The room was unlike the rooms he saw before. A bit lighter, it had different shades of brown instead of red and black he was becoming used to. The furniture was plainer, though no less expensive then in other rooms: wooden table, the low couch that was comfy enough to sleep on, several pillows of brown velvet.

There were no restraints, even the chains on his wrists were gone, there was just a collar on his neck – yet it didn’t seem to be attached to anything. Just a collar. Weird enough.

Logan carefully stretched and sat on the couch. Getting the cover off, he found himself in another clothes he had been last time. ~Well, last time I was butt naked to begin with~

Now he was clad in leather pants. ~they probably cost more then I do~ he thought matter-of-factly, running his hand over the fabric. Somehow the leather in spite of being rough, felt good against the bare skin. He studied the leather strap around his wrist, and found no other use for it then decorative.

~So, he wants his chien to be good looking~ he thought, and for a moment wanted nothing more than to sink into the black abyss again. Yet the mere thought of the cold paws on him sent shiver down his spine. ~you can use this way only once~…

Getting up, he paced around the room, the carpet warm and soft under his bare feet. Coming to the table, he found a wooden bowl full of fruits. Before the surprise had passed, he was already munching the food he didn’t hope to get so soon.

Minutes passed, and soon the bowl was empty, and his stomach stopped growling. Chewing on the last apple, Logan walked around the room, taking in the interior. The room looked like he was decorating it himself – nothing unnecessary and nothing missing, just the true harmony of the style. Keeping in mind that he was freed from the cuffs and was given food and no one came to look for him yet, it was as if Remy wanted it to look like he was free. Probably wanted to keep him from committing suicide again.

Logan snorted and came to the mirror. Yeah, the black pants looked great on his frame, the leather strap on the wrist weirdly fit into place, fit so well Logan finally decided against removing it. What was wrong about all that was the collar. Not a metal collar to be used as a restraint, but made of metal wrapped in a black leather with several steel plates on it.

He was thinking about the meaning of the thing, when the door slid open. It didn’t make a sound, it was actually Wolverine’s inner feeling that told him he was no more alone. Spinning around fast, in a moment he was facing his master.

Remy stepped into the room, and Logan unwillingly admired him. Clad in crimson silk, that was loose enough to show off just a ghost of his frame, only several lines and curves – different each time. Remy moved, and the silk shifted a bit, its sways having hypnotizing effect. Logan’s eyes traveled from the bottom of the gown to it’s waist, then up to the top until he met two alien eyes, matching the silk by their color.

“Y’ comfy her’?” Remy murmured, and there was no threat in his voice. Whatever punishment he was gonna provide for what Logan had pulled out, it won’t happen now.

“Yup” Wolverine muttered grimly. The look of Remy’s eyes was almost hurt. ~Damn you! you act as if someone else raped me – and ye’r only fucking trying to help!~ Logan tried to growl under his breath, but LeBeau’s eyes were too hurting.

“Dey will brin’ breakfast soon. May I wait here till dey ’re ready?”

Logan chocked at that. For a moment he tempted to say “no” and see what will happen. Then he decided against it and played along, pretending he indeed had some control here.

“Yup”

Remy sat on the floor and watched Logan stand by the window, watching him. Logan meanwhile felt… lost. Those unique eyes were so innocent he nearly believed there’s just a boy in front of him, a boy who wanted to help, a boy who feared him. Feared of him and… for him? Logan shook his head.

The door opened once again, and a slave brought in a tray full of food. Meat – just like Logan liked it – and wine, a lot of red wine. His loveliest too – Wolverine sensed the smell of it. yet he remembered what happened the last time he drank red wine, so meat looked more appealing.

Sitting down on the couch, he pulled the tray closer and was ready to take a piece of meat, when the movement caught his attention. Remy LeBeau silently rose on his feet and stepped to him. By his side he kneeled again, sitting on the floor, and placed his head on Logan’s lap.

Wolverine froze on the spot, not daring to move, not sure what was it all about, then the hunger won, and he went on eating. ~He’s fucking schizophrenic~ he thought, eyeing his Master from above. Remy’s head laid peacefully on Logan’s lap, his eyes half closed with obvious satisfaction.

He munched away several stakes, then glanced at his Master again. Red eyes were looking back at him.

“Wanna food?” he asked out of embarrassment. He was used to sharing food with his friends-slaves, and considered as bad behavior when someone was munching food by his own. ~damn, it’s your MASTER, he’s providing this food!~ his mind screamed, yet the offer was made already. ~He just looks much like those slave-boys left hungry for misbehavior…~

Remy didn’t say a word, just nodded. Logan moved a bit to give him space to get up, yet he made no attempt to rise. “Feed me” the statement was mind, yet Wolverine felt it was exactly what Remy meant.

Frowning, he took a piece of meat and uncertainly brought it to Remy’s lips. What happened next, sent Wolverine into utter shock. The fellow carefully took the meat with his teeth, then caught Logan’s fingers with his lips and sucked them clean, slowly and sensually, skillfully like a true hooker.

Logan fought both the embarrassment and the urge to moan in deep pleasure. Stiffening on the spot, for a moment he was sitting motionless, then sharply withdrew his fingers and looked away from those eyes that stared at him, full of lava-hot desire, crimson like those flaming orbs.

He went back to eating meat, until slender fingers touched his arm almost pleadingly, and he glanced back down on Remy. Another piece of meat – that one was taken carefully, the fellow avoiding to touch Logan. Wolverine relaxed a bit at that, at least the kid wasn’t pushing too much. Yet some part of him craved to feel those luxurious lips close around his fingers…

There was one more part of him that craved to feel those lips, and this part was getting uncomfortably trapped in tight leather pants.

Another piece – and those lips around his fingers again, teasing, licking. He didn’t realize when exactly his other hand got tangled into rich auburn hair, that fell like a waterfall through his fingers, silky waves caressing the rough skin.

Completely lost in sensations, Logan cupped kid’s face, not realizing what he’s doing, driven by the plain urge to satisfy the primal need. Silky auburn waves fell over his crotch, dark on the black leather of Logan’s pants.

Wolverine reached down, and pale slender arm reached up to his neck. Logan pushed him down on the couch without a second thought, his hands running down to bony shoulders, pressing him down, claiming Remy with hard, violent kiss…

Wolverine pulled away harshly, breathing fast and shallow. ~What have I done?! Damn, I nearly lost my mind with that fucker!~ The haze of lust faded, and Logan clearly saw Remy sprawled on the couch, his chest heaving under the silk (now he could clearly see just how thin the silk was – and how throughout Remy was about providing an easy access to his gorgeous body, only a thin strap of silk was holding the gown in place).

The haze was gone. ~Damn, but it didn’t seem to be my thoughts…~ Logan shook his head, not understanding what was it all about. Not his thoughts… somehow the fellow managed to crawl into his mind, waking up his desire… throwing him into madness…

Or not? Or it was just his body responding to obvious beauty of the kid?…

Logan froze, seeing the only possible outcome. Remy will take him now, aroused as he was. He leaned back, his hands half-risen up, not daring to touch his master – his MASTER right, and no fooling around with head on the lap and feeding off the hands. He belonged to Remy, and Acadian was gonna prove that – sure as hell.

LeBeau looked at him for a moment, blissful delight morphing into incomprehension and finally into disappointment. He rose from the couch and adjusted his gown, not letting Logan go with his gaze.

~Gonna take me?~ fearful question could be seen in Logan’s eyes.

“No” Remy shook his head. “Not until you want this.”

With that he turned around and left, leaving Logan alone in the room, shocked and uncertain, his heart beating loudly in his chest.