RATING: NC-17
WARNING: SLASH
PAIRING: LOGAN/REMY
AUTHOR: SISTERWINE
SUMMARY: Now that Logan has Remy, can they move on from 1930? Logan takes drastic
steps to ensure that he never raises a hand to Remy again. Is Remy ready for his future at the Mansion, or will he take off the bracelet and return to Logan's dreams?
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sequel to "Only In My Dreams" (also mine).
 

Jean came to check on Remy at 6:30. Logan was still lying on the bed, facing a still unconscious Remy that was still in the same position. "How is he?" She asked as Logan opened the door and
let her step inside..

"Aint moved. Gettin kinda worried." Logan went back to lie on the bed. He almost absently
played with a lock of hair that had fallen onto the boy's pale cheek.

"The professor is on his way up. I can't see into Remy's mind without him allowing me. Perhaps Charles can get him to remove his walls and bring him back. Has he said anything?" Jean sat on the bed and idly rubbed Remy's forearm with her fingertips.

"Not a sound. Jean, maybe this is all too much for him. He only wanted to be with me,
and here he is some odd years after his death, in a strange place. Perhaps, somethin in his head snapped?" Logan whispered. He hoped it wasn't true, and that the kid would wake up and yell 'Surprise!' But, he didn't.

"Logan, he's here with you. I'm sure-- positive-- he wants to stay, right here." Jean moved her hand from Remy's arm to Logan's hand that had been rubbing the lock of hair between his index finger and thumb. She flinched as she was contacted by Charles, in her mind, to bring Remy to
the medical room. She agreed and informed Logan.

Wrapping the blanket around the limp body, he carefully picked Remy up and then made a dash
for the hallway. With Jean on his heels, Logan walked briskly to the elevator. The doors opened and they both stepped inside.

The doors had shut and the car had begun to move downward. Logan and Jean keeping their
gazes on the blanketed boy. He moaned but, didn't move. His head lie on Logan's right shoulder and his arms had been folded against his stomach.

"Rem? Can ya hear me, kid?" Logan's gruff voice cut through the silence like a tack sticking through a wet piece of paper. "Come on kid, move. Say somethin. Please?"

Nothing. Not even a breath or a stir.

The car came to a stop with a soft and sudden jerk. Logan raced out as soon as the door opened. Bursting through the medical door, and placing Remy on table, under the huge machine that had been brought in, Logan stared impatiently at Charles. He was instructed to remove the blanket lay the young man flat.

Xavier hooked Remy up to the machine and then placed the helmet on himself. He closed his
eyes and pushed himself into Remy's mind. He found himself surrounded by darkness and suffocating spaces. After an intense few minutes, Charles removed the helmet and lay a hand on Remy's chest. He sighed and looked to Logan.

"What? Where's Remy? He in there?" Logan asked, the words melding themselves together in a mass of confusion from his lips. His eyes watched Xavier's closely as they moved from Remy's forehead to left wrist, removing the wires that were attached to Cerebro.

Charles kept his tone calm and collected. "Logan, with Remy being an empath, he's seemed to have retreated from here, inside himself, to escape the feelings that have built up in his mind. He
is still there, and is trying to breakthrough, however, it is not easy for him. He needs someone grounded to bring him back. Jean has tried and could not break through his walls. I have tried
and seemed to have been encased in his darkest fear. From what Jean told me about last night, Remy still holds on to his murder. I'm not saying you need to apologise or somehow turn back time to that moment but, you seem to be his centre of focus. You are the main reason he is here. You need to help him through this. You are free to use the lab to your advantage, or you may retreat with him back to your room.The choice is up to you."

Jean squeezed Logan's shoulder, lightly and left with Charles to go back upstairs.

Logan sat there, thinking. He looked around the room. Going over to the panel by the door, he entered a code and locked the door. Spotting the window, he retrieved a blank piece of paper
and a few slices of Scotch tape and taped the paper over the small square. He looked from the
window back to Remy, still lying on the table, motionless. Logan walked back over to the boy
and stared at his lean body before focusing on the three dried wounds on his chest.

He had an idea.

Kissing Remy's forehead and then unfastened his jeans. He had made sure his boxers covered his erection, and then pulled Remy's boxers down to his ankles. Logan then crawled up onto the
table and pushed Remy's legs apart to make room for himself. "I'm sorry kid. But, I need you
near me, not a vegetable." He whispered as he began to stroke Remy's manhood into a semi-aroused state. Placing his hands on either side of Remy, he began to repeat the harsh words of
his dream of remembering when he raped Remy at the top of the stairs. "Yer just helpin me so
I'll fuck ya, is that it? Huh?" He kept his eyes on Remy's still blank and sleeping expression. He thrust his covered erection against Remy's bottom. Over and over, he thrust. Still nothing from
the boy.

Logan took a moment and thought. Finally, he balanced on his left hand and reached into his boxers and pulled his own erection from the slit in the material. He wet his first two fingers and then rubbed them on the tip of his manhood. Pushing himself in, somewhat roughly, he began again. "Yer just helpin me so I'll fuck ya, is that it? Huh?" He thrust harder and deeper into the
still unconscious boy. "You like this, you little slut? Huh?" He grit his teeth and growled. His
voice wasn't that of the volume he had originally used on the boy but, instead he used a voice of room tone. "Is that all you want from me? Just a good fuck and a bed to sleep in?" He thrust harder into Remy and forced back his own tears and disgust of himself. He felt himself come
into the boy and shivered, slightly. Pulling back his right hand and releasing his claws, he aimed
for the wounds on Remy's chest. Pulling them back in before his fist came in contact with
Remy's chest.

"Come on, Cajun!"

Remy jumped and wrapped his arms around Logan, drawing the older man near to him. "Don' leave me, mon amour. Remy b' good." Remy screamed and began to sob quietly. His eyes still tightly shut.

"That's it, kid. Come on, it's okay. I'm not leavin ya." Logan stopped his movement and relaxed himself.

"Je t'aime, Logan. Je t'aime. Please f'give Remy?" The sobs had become full cries and he choked
a bit on his tears.

Logan kissed the boy's dry lips and wiped Remy's tears away with his thumbs. "S'ok baby. I'm right here. Shhhh. Stay with me, Remy. You're in the medical room. Open yer eyes, kid. Don't cry." He whispered and went back to kissing Remy's lips.

Lips parted and a tongue reached out to his and greeted him. Remy moaned and looked up to see Logan above him. His arms still around Logan, hands moving down to feel himself being penetrated by the older man. He gasped as he felt his muscles tighten around Logan. "You here, cher? Wit' me?"

"Yea kid, right here." Logan smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

Remy looked around and gasped as Logan unintentionally started to rub Remy's arousal
inbetween them. "M'sieur, c'n we.....? um.... Remy needs t' come, cher. Logan came in Remy
but, no' fair, non?" He looked up, redness spreading on his cheeks. He watched as Logan
removed himself from Remy, and scoot down his body to lap at the tender stiffness lying on Remy's belly. He hissed at the sudden wetness.

Logan took the length into his mouth and sucked, lazily. He smiled as he noticed Remy's fingers curling around the sides of the table. "Come for me, Remy." He said, just above a whisper. "Let
me drink you down, boy."

Logan looked up to see Remy's head lying on the table with his mouth open, panting. He twitched and bucked his hips up, sending his erection further down Logan's throat. He wanted to hold on. But the mouth that was sucking him so hard, pleaded with him to release. Remy closed his eyes and twitched again, bucking upward into the warm mouth on him.

"Come for me, Remy. I want you. I wanna taste ya, boy. So bad. Come on." Logan bit down gingerly on the crown, that was now throbbing.

Remy tensed, slightly. He gasped, loudly and let his hips buck upwards again, into the mouth. He came, and smiled. Remy kept his eyes closed and let his release flow smoothly into Logan's
warm, and hungry mouth. His breath caught as Logan continued to stroke him and ran his thumb over the hairless mound of flesh underneath the still stiff manhood.

"Mmmm, so good baby. So sweet. Mmmmm." Logan licked his lips and then crawled back up to kiss Remy's lips. "Glad yer back, kid. Missed ya."

"M'ssed y'too."

"Don't ever do that again. Scared the hell outta me, and Jean. Got it?" He gave the younger man a stern look. Logan rolled off the table and tucked his manhood back into his boxers before
fastening up his jeans.

"Oui. Promise. Next time, I ask y'first, non?" Remy lay there, he found it hard to move or sit up without losing his breath and becoming dizzy. He had let Logan pull his boxers up, lifting his hips off the cool table and covering him.

"No. No next time, kid. I don't wanna repeat that. Got me?" Logan slid his hand under Remy's back and lifted him to a sitting position. Placing his arm firmly around Remy's cool back, he scooped his other arm underneath Remy's knees and picked him up.

"Oui, cher. Crystal." Remy yawned and rest his head on Logan's shoulder. "We go'n shoppin, m'sieur? Remy need clothes."

Logan carried him to the door and punched the unlocking numbers into the panel, never releasing Remy from his arms. "Not now, kid. You're goin to the room, and restin. Jean and I'll run into town and get ya a few things until you feel more up to it."

"'kay. 'm tired." Remy yawned again and closed his eyes.

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Walking down the hallway, Jubilee had come out of her room just in time to stand face to face with Logan. She gave him a questioning look as she saw that Remy had been asleep in his arms. "What happened? He ok?" She whispered. She had been playing wiht a piece of hair, next to her left ear, that didn't want to do what she wanted it to. She was becoming frustrated.

"He just had a relapse of somethin. Nothin to worry about. He's gonna get some rest in my room. 'Preciate it if you youngens wouldn't disturb him." Logan huffed and stepped around the dumbfounded girl, and continued the way to his room.

Jubilee caught up to him and tried to match his brisk steps. "I'm not goin anywhere. Maybe when he wakes up, we could play some 'Go Fish' or somethin? Does he like cards?" She asked as they came to stand at Logan's bedroom door.

Logan laughed, under his breath. "I doubt you could keep up with his kinda card games. The
kid's a bit of a gambit. He'll rob ya blind before you can finish yer first hand." Logan kicked his door open, and walked in to sit the kid down on the bed, as he pulled back the covers. Laying
him down, and noting that Jubilee hadn't moved from the doorway, he pulled the sheet up around him. Spotting a wool blanket sitting on a chair, in the corner, Logan unfolded it and laid it over
the sleeping man. Then, he stood up and looked at her. "Somethin I can help ya with, squirt?"

"Is he really from the 1920s? Not to mention, one of the best kinetic energy mutants--"

"Yes, Jube. He's also tired, and needs some peace and quiet." Logan shooed her out of his room
as he followed her. He found himself listening to Jubilee's endless chatter about the mutant who was asleep in Logan's bed. She had borrowed Xavier's book and learned all about Remy LeBeau, during the night.

"Logan what's he really like? Does he like the future? Come on, you've known him longer than anyone, prolly! Spill! Does he like music? Movies? Ever been to a mall? What was he like in the 20s? When's his birthday? Does he swim? Have you ever been skinny dippin with him?" She stopped talking as Logan had stopped and raised an eyebrow at her last question.

"Kid, it's hard to explain. Right now, he's just tired, and I'm tryin not to lose him again, capiche? I'm sure he'll be up in a few hours. You're more than welcome to knock on the door and ask him to beat ya at cards. Until then, cool yer jets." Logan turned to go down stairs, and Jubilee
followed.

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Remy rolled over and pulled Logan's pillow close to him, hugging it. His dream had become somewhat intense and he found himself in a different time.

Paris, France  1927.

He was cold, and hungry. For September, it had dropped the temperature down at least 5 degrees in an hour. Remy sat, huddled over on a wastecan. The passers-by never giving him an upward glance, he charged his hands and warmed himself. Pulling the long trenchcoat about him, he looked around.

A man, somewhat shorter than he was, black hair and a firm build caught his attention. The man had been wearing a brown wool coat and hiking boots to match. Dark pants covered the man's legs as his hands had been tucked in to his coat pockets. He walked passed Remy and stopped at
a cafe door and looked in.

Remy saw his chance. The street had been nice and crowded but, not too much. He hopped
down off the wastecan and made his way over to the man. "Scuse m'sieur, y' have de time?"

"Nope. No watch. Somethin else I can do for you, kid?" The man turned and looked at him.
Cigar firmly planted in his mouth, between his teeth.

"Non." Remy smiled. "Y' American, oui?"

"Nope. Canadian. Sound kinda funny for a Frenchman."

"Ah, born in N'awlins, America. Jus' 'ere on --" Remy stopped talking and looked past the man
he was talking to, and saw two figures hurrying toward them. "Merci fo' yo' time, cher. Um,
Remy need t' g' now, au revoir!" Remy called to him as he had been backing up and trying to escape the two figures.

Two men had passed the man, and were weaving their way through the crowd, chasing the
auburn haired stranger he had been talking to. Feeling under his coat, wedged in his back
pocket, he felt for his wallet. Nothing.

"Damn thieves!" The man muttered and tossed his cigar to the ground before stamping it out and taking off in the same direction as the three men had done.

Remy turned a corner, into an alleyway and panted heavily. It was too cold to be running like
this. He rest for a moment and closed his eyes. Someone had grabbed his arm and pushing him against the side of the building he was resting against. He opened his eyes to come face to face with a middle-aged man with bad teeth and greasy grey hair.

"Wha' you got fo' moi, Remy? Any purses, boy? Le prix, it goes up, cher. I collec', oui?" The
man was still holding Remy to the wall and becoming uncomfortably close.

Remy smiled and brought a hand up to feel the grey-haired man's erection that bubbled out from his dirty sienna coloured trousers. "Jaques, how' y' like f'r Remy t' give y' de works? On de
'ouse, hehn?"

The man licked his lips and smiled. Still holding on to Remy's arm, they ducked into a massive
and nearly empty warehouse. Scattered boxes and crates were strewn about and Remy was
pushed against the nearest crate the man could find. Telling Remy to lower his trousers and bend over, the man waved four other men out of the shadows.

The four men were taller by a fraction, than Remy, and much more bigger in size than him.
"Remy don' do parties, cher. P'haps, y' from b'hine, an' s'me'ne let Remy taste 'im but, Remy
only buil' f'r one." Remy looked around at the men that had surrounded him.

"Time t' collec', Remy. Ei'er m' dick prick y', or de knife?" The man was handed a thin blade
that the blade itself curved into a twisting steel. The hilt of the dagger looked old and rusted, as well as the blade but, sharp nonetheless.

Remy noticed the dried blood on the blade and backed up next to the crate. "Wait! Sil vous plait, mon cher. Remy get de picture. Remy do mes braves, an' de debt b' paid, oui?" He fumbled
blindly for his trouser fastenings. He never took his eyes off of the man with the blade, or the
four others who seemed to lick their lips and move closer to him. Turning around, slowly, Remy spread his legs and bent over the waist high wooden crate and waited for the first man.

Jaques came up to him, dagger still in his hand. Pushing Remy's coat aside and lowering his own trousers before Remy's, the man braced himself and thrust himself up and inside Remy's warm, tight channel. Remy groaned as Jaques continued to thrust upward, harder and harder into him.

A noise came from behind them, and caught the attention of the man to Jaques left. Eyeing the door, cautiously, the dirty man passed through the door and was pulled outside.

Remy gritted his teeth and forced himself to relax from Jaques' intrusion. Panting and trying to sort the pain from where the dagger was, took his mind off of the rape and the disappearing men around him. Remy was forced back to reality as Jaques came, in a maddeningly loud shriek.

Jaques pulled himself out and looked over his shoulder to find only two men remained. He
pulled his trousers up and tossed the dagger to the man who was now holding Remy down onto
the crate. Jaques looked around the large warehouse and found no trace of his other two guards
or the thing that had bested them.

A crate slid from out of nowhere and knocked Jaques back a few feet, into another crate. He
cried out and the man holding Remy, nodded in understanding.

"Dis is fo' nex' time, whore!" The man pushed Remy's chest even harder into the crate as he shoved the dagger up to the hilt, into Remy's now slick opening. The man sneered as Remy
hissed and whimpered, and then the man was gone.

Remy hissed again and let himself slide to the floor, trying hard to avoid contact and pressure
on the dagger. He looked up as a brown hiking boot planted itself infront of him. He groaned as he lay there, pants pushed down and legs spread to avoid contact.

"Can you walk, kid?" The man said.

Remy groaned again and tried to push himself up to more comfortable position. It hurt to move. "Non, m'sieur. Sil vouz plait, you help me? Dis hurts, cher." More groans and breathless
whimpers came from him as the man grabbed his arm and carefully helped him to his feet. He looked around to find Jaques and his guards nowhere in sight.

The man draped an arm around his shoulder, and eased the boy into taking two small and
painful steps. The man was halted as Remy hopped infront of him and wrapped his arms around the Canadian's neck.

"Please, m'sieur, y' remove it, non? Can' walk wit' it. G't pride, y' kn'w?"

The man sighed and wrapped a steadying arm around the young man, and with the other, took hold of the handle and pulled, slowly. Carefully. "Easy, kid. Don't move, it's comin."

As it was removed, Remy bucked his hips into the Canadian's groin. Hugging the man, he
thanked him.

"Gotta name, kid?"

"Oui. Remy. Remy LeBeau, at y' serv'ce, m'sieur. Remy greatful! Y' lookin fo' a bi' o' fun, non? Remy make it good, cher. Ehh... y' name, cher?"

"Logan. Just Logan. And no, after this, " holding up the bloody dagger. "I don't think you are
in any position to do anythin but rest. You gotta place?" Tossing the dagger to the side of him.

"Oui. Wit' Jaques. De man y' bea' up. Remy trade 'is body fo' 'is bed." Remy beamed, not
seeming the least bit ashamed.

Logan sighed. "Come on. I'm stayin not too far from here. Let's get ya cleaned up."

"Merci, cher. Why y' 'elp me?"

"Just came for my wallet, kid."

"Ah, desole, Logan." Remy took small steps and continued to hold onto Logan. He reached into
his coat and handed the small brown wallet back to the owner.

Remy rolled over, still hugging the pillow, and whimpered in his sleep.

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A few hours later, Logan and Jean came through the front door, loaded down with bags from all kinds of clothing shops and other places. Logan dropped the bags and ran into the den at the
sound of Jubilee's voice screaming at Remy. Logan looked from Jubilee to Remy as the kid had a huge grin on his face and shrugged.

"That--- that--- Him!" Jubilee fumed, pointing to Remy, who was sitting on the sofa dressed in
one of Logan's T-shirts and a pair of Scott's old blue jeans. "Seventeen games of Gin, he beat me. Seventeen! Next time, we play Monopoly!" She folded her arms about her chest and huffed. She sat on the floor, a black wooden coffee table with a glass top sat between them as their playing table.

Logan laughed to himself. "Told ya, he was tricky."

Remy was leaning back, into the sofa and laughing at the dramatic display the girl was showing. Remy noticed the bags in Jean's hands and got up to offer her help. "Dey f'r me, chere?" He
smiled as she nodded and handed him 2 of her 4 bags. Opening a small brown paper bag, he looked in and let a confused expression creep over him. "Wha's dese, Logan?" He looked up and met Logan's eyes.

"Come on. More in the hall. Let's take em upstairs. I'll tell you all about what's in that bag." Logan smiled and led him upstairs.
 

To Be Continued..........
 
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