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).
 

Logan had opened the huge, double doored gate and returned to the car to drive through. Putting it in gear and starting forward, he heard Remy draw in his breath as if he were going under water. When they passed the gate, Logan stopped the car, put it in park and again got out to tend to the gate.

Remy stared at the house. It had been fixed up so that it didn't show any age at all. His eyes went
wide as he felt Logan beside him again and the car drew closer to the house. He heard Logan telling him something about the electricity, and the new phone line that was added. Remy's gaze never left
the massive 2 storey house that stood before them like something out of time.

"Hey, we're home. You gonna get out, or just sit here?" Logan whispered, as he opened his door and got out. He went around to the trunk and opened it to take out the suitcases, lifting his head to see Remy's door open and him step out. He watched the door shut, and went back to his task.

He shut the trunk and carried the suitcases to the porch and set them down in front of the front door. He looked back at the car where Remy still stood, and had begun to back up. Logan hurried down the steps and grabbed Remy's hand to calm him. Logan could smell the fear rolling off the boy like sweat. Rubbing his back with one hand, he guided Remy to the porch and up the stairs.

Remy hadn't moved, and he was barely breathing. He waited, eyes wide, as Logan unlocked and opened the door. Again, Logan's hands were on him, guiding him slowly inside, stopping momentarily to flick the light switch on. He stopped a few paces inside and started to shake, uncontrollably, as Logan gathered the suitcases from outside and closed the door behind him. Remy stood in the middle of the entranceway and looked around the room. Everything was as he had last saw it. He trembled and whimpered and was forced to his knees as a multitude of emotions forced themselves at him like sharp spears. Trembles became full body wrackings, and whimpers became sobs and then wails as
he curled into a ball, on the floor, and cried. He felt the pushing of clustered love and jealousy, mixed with hate and fear and death. It became impossible to escape it.

Logan ran to his side and pulled him into an embrace. He soothed the auburn hair and whispered to
him that he was there with Remy, and everything was ok.

"Je t'aime, mon amour. Je t'aime!" Remy repeated, mindlessly. Logan was rocking him back and
forth and shushing him while holding him so close to his chest. Remy couldn't breathe, and tears slipped endlessly down his pale cheeks. He knew it was a bad idea, and that he wasn't ready to be there just yet.

"Shhh, it's ok. I'm here. I'm right here, Rem. I love you, too. Shhh, don't cry." Logan whispered into Remy's ear as he continued to stroke his hair and rock him back and forth. He had pulled Remy into his lap, as he sat cross-legged on the floor. He sighed and kissed Remy's hair. He could feel Remy growing tired and calm himself from shaking too much. "That's it, babe. Just relax. I'm right here, with you. You're ok." He soothed.

They sat there, in silence, for a long moment. Logan held tightly to the slender man in his arms. He listened to Remy's breathing as it slowed and became even.

"Rem...?"

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna go get you a glass of water, ok? You sit right here and I'll be right back, ok?" Logan nudged him away and brought his chin up to meet his gaze. When Remy nodded, Logan moved him off of his lap and stood up. He kept Remy's gaze on him as he moved into the dining room, on the right, and then into the kitchen, that was around the corner and behind the staircase, to the left.

Remy wrapped his arms about him and began to rock himself back and forth, as he knelt there. The emotions swarmed in again and became too much for him to handle alone. Leaning forward, he felt
ill. Bracing one hand on the floor, beside him, and the other to hold his stomach, Remy heaved, dryly. His stomach was knotted with all that he had felt from the house. Heaving again, he leaned forward and coughed as the contents of his stomach spilled into a messy and watery pool on the black tile floor. He sobbed again, and choked on the reminants in his mouth.

When Logan came back he set the water on the floor, beside Remy and asked what happened.

"Desole Logan. Remy can'--.... he try t'...." Remy didn't look up from the floor. He was sure Logan would be angry with him.

Logan sighed and helped Remy to go back outside and sit on the porch step. Going back inside, he went to get papertowels and cleaned up the mess. He hadn't closed the door, so that he could keep
an eye on Remy. After he had finished, he gathered the suitcases again and went upstairs to put them in the bedroom. He'd stopped at the top of the stairs, on his way back down, to examine the red stain on the floor. Remy's blood. No matter how hard he scrubbed, it wouldn't go away. He couldn't let Remy see it, or the puddle at the bottom of the stairs. Logan swallowed hard, and continued down
the stairs.

Remy flinched, and was overcome with guilt and shame as the older man sat down on the step,
beside him. He continued to stare at the ground, in front of him. He waited patiently for Logan to speak, or move, or do something.

"Ya feel ok, kid?" Logan took out a cigar from his shirt pocket and lit it. He took in a puff and let it
out before he turned to look at the boy.

"Oui, cher." Remy didn't look at him. He thought to himself about leaving, and not looking back. No matter how much Logan begged him to stay.

Logan had sat down to the right of Remy. He smoked his cigar in silence, before motioning for Remy to sit in front of him. "C'mere." He said calmly, under his breath. He positioned the younger man between his legs, with his back to Logan, and started to rub the kid's shoulders. His thumbs worked themselves into the knots around Remy's shoulderblades.

Remy moaned and purred. He winced in pain every now and then as Logan pinched a nerve.

"When's yer birthday, Rem?" Logan spoke, softly.

Remy shrugged. "Dunno. Pourquoi?" He winced again and let his breath catch at the ministrations.

"I didn't think about it til Jubes asked. Just, didn't think ya ever told me. You over 21, kid?" Logan continued to work his thumbs into the slender shoulders.

"Oui. 'bout 25. Dunno m' age. Why you ask now, cher?" Remy shrugged away from him and stood up. He walked down the steps to turn around and stand at the bottom, and look at Logan.

Logan stood up and came to stand on the bottom step. "I'm just sayin, from what I remember, I don't rightly know much about you. I know most of the little things but, I don't know the personal."

"M'sieur, y' tell Remy y' don' wan' t' know 'bout Remy bein a whore. So, Remy spare you de detail
an' tell you he from Nawlins, an' dat he an o'phan. Da's all Remy know bout hisself, cher." Remy raised his voice, slightly, in an annoyed tone.

"Damn it, Cajun! That aint what I meant. Who you fucked before me, that's between you and the sheets. All I asked was, yer birthday. No need to get pissy over a question." Logan huffed.

"M'sieur, you ain' seen Remy angry!" Remy glared at him and clenched his fist. He let his hand
charge and ground his teeth behind pressed lips.

Logan dropped his temper, and sighed. "Ok, Rem." He looked up at the sky and sniffed. "Storm's comin. Best get inside." Logan turned around and headed up the steps and onto the porch. He stopped as he heard Remy sigh and draw the charge back in.

"You go. Remy stay right here." Remy sat on the first step and stared out at the newly groomed front yard.

Logan came back down the steps and hoisted Remy to his feet, by grabbing his arm. "No, you won't. We came here to work through what's on the inside, not the front yard. Move, or I'll carry ya."
Logan growled and pointed to the top of the stairs. He kicked himself as he watched Remy huff but, do what he was told.

Remy stopped at the doorway. He breathed uneasily at the inside and swallowed hard as he was nudged past the threshold.

Logan watched him from the doorway, as Remy went into the livingroom, to the left, and slowly walked around the room. He stopped at the spot where he had wet the carpet, and closed his eyes in remembering. Taking a breath in, Remy continued about the room. Logan stayed silent, and let the
kid get the feel of his house again. His gaze followed Remy back to the bottom of the stairs, and stopped as Remy now stood before the blood stained tile, on the floor. Moving quickly, he scooped Remy into his arms as the boy started to shake and descend to the floor.

Remy clutched his chest, in fear. He couldn't breathe. It hurt to move, or even feel. He sat in Logan's lap again, rocking back and forth. He placed his fingertips at the edge of the stain, and then buried his face into Logan's chest. He snuggled deep into the man's black denim shirt and sobbed. He looked at his tears as they fell and stained the long sleeve in dark drops.

"You're ok, you're ok, kid. I'm right here. Just cry. Kick, scream, yell. I'm right hrere, baby. Right here." Logan soothed, again. Spotting the glass of neglected water, on the floor, he reached with one hand and retrieved it. "Rem, hmm? Rem. Drink this. Come on." Logan held the glass of water up to Remy's lips and let the young man drink. "That's a good boy." He had realised that he was now choking on his own tears and shame. Setting the glass down, behind him, he held Remy tightly and cried, silently.

Remy picked up on Logan's shame and pushed away from him. He lay down on his right side, with
his arm to prop his head up off the floor, and ran his left hand over the stain. He shuddered as he felt Logan's sorrow and pain eminating off of the man behind him.

Logan stared at Remy, through his tears, and rubbed his back.

They stay in those positions for a long while. Finally, Logan leaned over to see that Remy had stopped crying and fallen asleep. Picking him up, Logan made it a point to step over both the stain at the bottom, and at the top of the stairs, on the way to the bedroom.

He turned on the light, and lay Remy down on what had always been his side of the bed, and started
to undress him. A hand lazily swatted at him, but he continued. He removed everything but Remy's boxers, and tucked him in under the covers. He looked about the room. Everything was in relatively good condition- minus the original mattress and bedding, that was replaced- he'd put everything in it's place the way he'd seen it in his dreams. He bent over Remy and kissed his lips, softly, before turning off the light and going back down stairs to call Jean.

******************

"How is he, Logan?" Jean's voice was touched with concern.

Logan sighed and sat down on the sofa, in the dark livingroom. "Jeannie, it's damn near killin him. He did fantastic at the airport and diner, but the house and the way it looked kicked him in the nuts."

"Where is he now? Is he okay?" Her voice became more worried.

"I put him to bed, upstairs. He had a very traumatizin evenin." Logan said, after a moment of listenin for the kid, upstairs.

Jean was silent for a minute. She sighed heavily, into the phone and then went back to her thoughts. "Don't stray too far from him, Logan. You don't have liquor in the house, do you?"

"No. Thinkin about slippin the kid some, to relax him, but none here."

Jean shifted, and Logan heard it. He could also hear Scott's soft purring in the background. "Logan, just take it very easily with him. He could pull back into himself, again, if you aren't there to keep him planted. You heard what the professor said."

Logan sat forward and rest his elbows on his knees. "Yea, I heard. I aint gonna force him into anythin he don't wanna do."

She was moving again. He could hear a door slide open and close, as she had stepped out onto the
little balcony and sat down on a rought iron chair. "No sex, Logan." She kept her voice low and told him, firmly.

Logan rubbed his eyes with the thumb and index finger of his left hand, as he'd been holding the
phone with his right. "I aint that crazy, Jean. 'Sides, this aint the most romantic of places for him, now. Granted, the kid had that past, I won't push him completely back into the past." He stood up,
and began pacing, nervously.

"This really isn't my business but, how has he taken to making love, before you left?" She asked, and again, kept her voice low.

Logan stopped in mid-pace. He tensed for a second and then answered. "If there was anythin but
what he wanted, I didn't notice. He didn't shy away, if that's what you mean?"

Jean was the one pacing, now. "Has he eaten anything?"

"Just barely. Mainly picked at it. He wasn't too comfy after the waitress mentioned a certain ghost story." He stopped talking and looked at the ceiling. Remembering the phone, he shook his head and walked to the staircase. "Jean, I'll call ya later in the week. Let Charles know we're ok."

"Ok. Give him my love and take care."

"Right." Keeping his gaze on the dark hallway, he hung up the phone, turned off the lights and started up the stairs.

**************

Logan still carried the cordless phone, as he walked into the dark bedroom and around to his side. He set the lamp, on the table of his side, on the floor and then turned it on. Setting the phone down on
the nightstand, he looked over his shoulder, at the sleeping boy. Logan had heard something from the boy, when he was on the phone with Jean, but it was peaceful and quiet now.

Remy had rolled over to face Logan's side of the bed, and snuggle into his pillow. He was still asleep. That is, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was even and calm.

Removing his clothing and sinking into the firm mattress, Logan lay on his back, reached down to
turn off the light, and flinched as Remy shifted and moved closer to him. Logan put his arms around Remy and held him close.

"Sorry, cher." Remy spoke in a hush.

"For what, darlin?" Logan continued to stare at the ceiling.

"F'r yellin at ya. An' gett'n sick on de floor. Remy try har'er, oui?"

Logan let out a breath through his nose. "You just take it however you want to, ok?"

"Kay." Remy's right arm draped itself over Logan's bare chest his head Rest on Logan's right
shoulder. He moved his hand from Logan's chest, to stomach, to sleepy erection.

Logan grabbed Remy's wrist and held his hand away from Logan's body. "Sorry, darlin, no sex til we work through this."

Remy huffed, and sat up. He wriggled free of Logan's grip and replaced his hand on Logan's chest. Again, Logan grabbed him.

"I said no."

"Why not, cher?"

Logan sat up and released Remy's wrist to place his hand on Remy's cheek. "Because it was the sex that got ya killed, baby. We need to deal with keepin you together, ok?"

Remy nodded.

They kissed and Logan pulled Remy as he lay back down. Guiding the young man to snuggle close to him and rub his shoulder as they fell asleep.

"Good night, Rem."

"Bon nuit, cher."
 

To Be Continued..........
 
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