PART7
For the next several hours LeBeau was out of sight,
yet his absence was holding Logan in tension. He was
provided supper – meat again, with some weird salad
and bread, real great food, he didn’t remember when he
tasted something like this last time. He had enough
time to examine the room and found out there was truly
no way out. The door seemed to be guarded all the
time. The window was about a hundred feet off the
ground, and the wall outside was flat as a palm of the
newborn, no way he could get down alive. Even if he
jumps, his healing won’t save him, he’ll turn into the
mess of flesh and bones.
Servant came several times, asking if he’d like
something, until Logan snarled at him to get off. What
was that all about anyway? as if all this theatre
played around would make him believe he was in
control…
It was late though, and he considered getting in bed.
He stepped into the bathroom with single intention to
brush his teeth, at least he hoped to find some
toothbrush in there. What he saw made him lick his
lips and change his mind. There was small bath inside,
and a stream running down in a way of shower. The
water looked tempting, and Logan eagerly pulled off
his clothes and stepped under the shower. The water
was warm indeed, running over his skin, soft and
caressing…
Suddenly his eyes snapped open. What if he was being
watched? Then what hadn’t LeBeau seen yet, after all?
what he had done was much worse than just watching the
man take a shower. For several minutes Logan was
mentally scowling at the memory, yet soon the pleasure
of the water washed the thoughts away. He reached out
his hand for a grassy bottle with weird liquor inside.
It took him some moments to remember what it was.
Shower gel. His lips pulled into a smile, as he let
the liquor pour onto his hand. It smelled of some
herbs and felt incredibly soft against his skin.
Smiling, he ran the palm over his arm, coaxing it with
greenish liquid, then again. His eyes drifted to the
shelf he saw the gel on, and stopped on the piece of
cloth. Taking it, Logan thought for a moment. Perhaps
it was something to rub the gel with. He never knew
all those things, being a slave for all those years he
never had a chance to use the luxury the patricians
had. In his home, high on the hills, they used the
plants to soap the skin.
Indeed, the cloth helped, turning the liquid into foam
that covered his rough skin. The sensation made Logan
close his eyes, as he ran the cloth over his chest and
arms, purring with delight. He rubbed himself
throughoutly, then washed the foam off and applied the
gel again, caught up in the softness of the cloth over
his frame. He was in the middle of coaxing his chest
with foam, when a thought made hi open his eyes and
snarl.
That was where the trap was. Damn bastard hoped I’ll
get used to the luxury and soften up, so he can get to
me. Hoped he’d threaten to take that all away and
return me to the cell – and I’ll get so afraid to get
back to life I led I’ll spread my legs like a good
boy.
With a growl Logan washed the foam off and scratched
his head. It definitely needed shampoo. Looking
around, he found an appropriate bottle and poured some
liquid on his palm. ~That’s not luxury – it’s
necessity~ he told himself, rubbing the foam into his
hair. The shampoo also had the scent of herbs, yet
Logan didn’t inhale it this time. ~Wash and get out~
he told himself. Caught up with the washing of the
hair he didn’t notice when the door opened and slim
frame slid into the bathroom. When he rose his head to
rinse his hair, Remy was standing by the wall watching
him.
~What’re ye looking at?!~ Wolverine almost snarled
out, yet held back. He wanted to finish the washing
before getting punished again.
“Comfy?” LeBeau asked in a quiet voice, his eyes
carrying weird hope.
“Yup” Logan grunted out. He quickly finished rinsing
the hair and stepped to the pile of clothes he left on
the floor. Remy’s voice stopped him in the middle of
the step.
“Y’ don’ like bein’ nude?” the question was startling
in its simplicity.
“Hate to have someone stared at me” ~like ye do~ he
turned around and crossed his arms on his chest.
~There’s nothing he haven’t seen already, no reason to
be ashamed how.~
“Hope y’ll consider dat fair, if we’re both in nude”
Remy tugged at the straps of gown and let it slid off
his shoulders on the floor. The light soft skin was
revealed under the light, gorgeous forms held Logan’s
eyes for a second or two, right until he realized his
body was responding to the sight. To hide that, he
turned his back to Remy and sank into the tub.
He heard the kid coming from behind and tensed, as he
heard him lowering himself down behind his back. The
next moment a hand ran through Logan’s hair, and he
barely stopped himself from jerking away.
“Y’ve got fine hair, mon ami” he murmured, kneeling
behind him on the edge of the tub, placing his knees
on either side of Logan’s back. He took the
conditioner and carefully rubbed it into the rough
black hair. Logan stiffened at that and sat straight,
every muscle tight, not moving, but clearly showing he
wasn’t into what Remy was doing.
“Y’ don’ like what I’m doin’?” the question was merely
mirroring Wolverine’s thoughts.
“No” ~What will it be now? Will he let it be, or?
Never met someone like him: tender and cruel at the
same time. Fucking schizophrenic.~
Tender hands laid down on pale knees. For a moment
Logan did nothing, then slowly turned to look at
Acadian out of the corner of his eye. Kid’s head was
low, his hands on his knees, still in foam.
“What is this?” Logan blinked.
“Me not doin’ what y’ don’ like, mon ami”
~Didn’t stop you before~ Logan thought bitterly, yet
he didn’t say it out loud. Getting up, he paced to the
shower and rinsed the conditioner off. Putting his
clothes on, he turned to Remy. The kid was still naked
and vulnerable, with his hands placed on his knees,
the foam already drying up.
“Why don’t ye go to yer own room, huh? Yer own shower?
Why here with me?”
Remy smiled slightly.
“Well, actually dis IS my shower, as well as dis ‘s my
room”
“I know all de rooms are yers here” Logan muttered.
LeBeau shook his head.
“I used t’ live here until today” he smiled more
openly. “It’s de best room in de whole castle.”
Logan froze on the spot, then shook his head. This
stunning fact fit perfectly into what the damned kid
was pulling up – playing Master/Slave game. Which is
quite interesting, while you know you can stop it any
moment, that you don’t have to do what you really have
no wish to do. Knowing you can go and punish your
“master” the very first moment he breaks the line.
“Where’re ye gonna sleep then?” Wolverine questioned,
probing the limits he was in. Remy seemed to swallow
the thing.
“Here, if y’ let me” he smiled from the floor, his
eyes glancing at Logan – for the first time from
beneath, from under the thick lashes. Those eyes… hot
as lava, red like burning fire, with the hint of plea
in them.
Logan swallowed. What should he do now. Say ‘yes’? the
memory sprang into the mind – cruel hands pushing him
on the sheets, sharp teeth biting through the skin,
hard burning rod moving inside his body, erupting a
growl with each thrust, painful as it can be, and even
more humiliating… Wolverine felt his knees weakening.
He couldn’t accept it. Or he wouldn’t sleep through
the whole night, even if the kid will truly leave him
alone.
Say no? LeBeau was his master after all. He bought
him, he was in his mercy, and his reaction was
unpredictable… Logan glanced at the fellow darkly.
Remy lowered his head and an arrogant smile crossed
his lips.
“Shall I take it as ‘no’?”
Logan gave a slow nod, never letting him go with his
eyes. LeBeau got up swiftly, and Wolverine couldn’t
help but admire the sleek muscles of his body rolling
under the velvet skin. Sharp contrast – strength and
vulnerability so close. Tall, yet lean; fragile, yet
gorgeously flexible. Only when the beauty of the naked
frame was covered with silky gown, Logan realized he
openly staring at the kid.
~He raped ye, damn ye!~ his mind screamed, and the
weird voice asked ~Did he?~ And really, did he? This
small boy ready to serve him any way possible? ~That’s
just a play!~ and the same tiny voice ~But damn
talented play, no?~
LeBeau tittled his head to the side, naïve expression
claiming his face. Bright eyes, lips half-open, pulled
into amused smile – everything in him was asking “do
you like me?” Like a kid seeking approval from his
older brother. Logan remembered the expression. Once,
many years ago… the small kid staring at him… small
arms reaching out for him, hoping he wouldn’t leave…
the kid standing over the two corpses: young woman and
middle aged man… an arrow in her chest… the blade in
his eye, the blood turning his contorted face into the
mask of agony… the kid leaving the corpses of his dead
family behind, stepping to him, happy he was no more
alone…
Logan sharply turned away. The bastard had no right to
wear such an expression. Gritted teeth pulled into a
snarl. ~He’s ye’r master, Logan. Don’t seek punishment
for no reason.~ Once remembering who was in control,
he didn’t dare to exit the room immediately, just
stood there facing away from Remy. His keen hearing
picked up the footsteps behind – the fellow quietly
paced to the door and exited, leaving Wolverine alone
in the bathroom.
He stood there for some time before turning around. he
didn’t want to go to the room, Remy could still be
there, and he had no intentions to bump into him
again. Instead he moved to the shower stream and
washed his face, splashing the water onto it. He
wished the water was cold, so he’d come to senses, yet
any device to regulate the temperature was nowhere to
be seen.
That was when he caught the weak scent. Salt with
water. He gave brief look to the glassy bottles,
wondering which one scented this weird way, when the
recognition striked him like a lightening. Tears.
Never unleashed, yet filling the eyes. The fellow was
crying.
Logan frowned, his eyes narrowing at the image:
powerful master crying over his slave’s dislikes.
Ridiculous. Stupid. Yet that had happened. Lowering
down to crouch on the floor, Wolverine stared at the
water running down in a stream into the small tub
beneath. Into the tub where he was sitting minutes
ago, with his master washing his hair. Stupid.
Who was his master anyway? The most mysterious being
he ever knew, he thought. Taking in count that every
aspect of living the life of pleasure slave was
mystery to him, yet he knew enough to say it was still
wrong. He had several friends among sex-slaves – poor
beings. Well fed and rarely beaten, they mirrored the
loss of dignity so much it looked like if you kick any
of them, he’ll bow to you and ask to do it again.
Women seemed to take it easier, somehow managing to
keep the hope inside. The men broke fast.
He often pitied those poor slaves, and knew he’d never
trade the constant danger of gladiator carrier to the
comfort of their lives. Yet there was one more thing
he knew. It was rare for the master himself to tame a
slave, unless he had some sadistic dark side in him.
There were usually trainers who were to teach the
newbie into what the life of pleasure slave was about.
Moreover, if the slave disobeyed, it only brought him
into harsher treatment.
Wolverine looked around. Luxurious shower, various
gels and shampoos and other things he had never seen
before, much less knew what to do with them. His
master carefully rubbing the conditioner into his
hair, looking like he’s ready to stand upside down if
that might please you… By any meant, that didn’t look
like anything he considered harsh treatment. And that
– after he attempted to escape, after he was so close
to actually killing LeBeau, after he…
Logan jumped on his feet. There was the clue, or so he
thought. He tried to kill himself. It looked like Remy
liked him deeply and for some sick reason wanted him
alive. Yet he wanted him in bed at the same time.
Knowing he would kill himself the next time he’d
attempt the rape, he decided to coax him into pleasure
slavery by giving him the impression like he was on
top…
~So, it’s only his lack of knowledge about my attempt
to die that holds me in this heaven. Had LeBeau known
I can’t pull this once again, I’d have probably been
in sticks already, freezing in some chamber.~ A
predatory smile crossed Logan’s lips. ~If he thinks
so, I may as well try and use it for my own profit~
Getting up, he paced in the bathroom. For him own
profit… he just shall be careful not to cross the
line. Once the limits are pulled too much he won’t
avoid trouble no matter what. Suddenly another thought
stopped him in pacing. What did Remy like about him
anyway? Thoughtfully came to the mirror. Short scrawny
man was looking back at him. Rough skin, rough
overmuscled frame that only healing factor saved from
being scarred into a mess, rough features, cold
predatory eyes. Nothing to look at.
At least not for someone like this fellow. Giving that
he was true sick sadistic violent schizophrenic, Logan
couldn’t deny he was gorgeous. If he was looking for a
match, it should have been someone else, not him.
Someone equally lean and tender, reminding of a
statue, with angelic features and devilish eyes, with
his body being heaven and his soul dark as hell.
That’s what his master was after all.
~And what if he’s looking for opposite? Someone unlike
him?~ At that Logan had to agree the choice was right.
But if he wanted to have someone rough and sharp to
control him… Wolverine scowled. To control? If only he
knew what exactly the kid wants him to do and how far
he can go until his ‘control’ gets him into stocks.
Yet what about sex? It was actually sex the fellow was
looking for, nice willing sex – or he’d have just tied
him to the bed and… ~Nope~ Logan shook his head ~He’s
afraid ye’ll try to die again, and ye’r precious for
him… at least seem to be. Then what was he hoping for?
That I’ll forgive him when I feel my own dominance
over him? Silly enough, yet I can’t know what’s going
on in his head.~
Shrugging, he glanced at the door, trying to pick up
any sound. The room seemed to be empty. Quietly
pussyfooting to the door, he opened it, and yes, the
room was abandoned, except for the scent of tears that
filled the air. Looked like the kid couldn’t hold back
any longed and just let go when out of Logan’s sight.

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