Seal of Secrecy

By Firesong (firesong@ukonline.co.uk) & Spirit Melody (kat@lsak.fsnet.co.uk)

 

Warning: Non-consensual m/m sex.

 

Part Four:

 

Remy glanced at the sheets of music as his fingers danced across the keys of the piano in Cathan’s rooms. He didn’t really need to; the melody of the song he was playing seemed to come as naturally as lifting a golden chalice out from the middle of an intricate web of alarm lasers. He could hear Cathan’s steady breathing as the man sat in an armchair behind him, watching him intently and listening to him playing. Remy still felt awfully self-conscious playing in front of someone, but Cathan insisted; and Remy was quite sure he wasn’t in any position to refuse.

 

As he came to the penultimate bar Cathan came over and kissed him on the cheek, telling him he had to go now to the meeting he’d mentioned earlier. Remy finished the last four notes on his own; and sighed wearily.

 

*****

 

Logan sat in the darkened corner of yet another nameless bar. For the last few weeks he had been trying to find some scrap of information about the whereabouts of the party, or even an inkling of someone that may have seen Remy. Each and every time he was coming up empty. People knew about the disappearances, but didn’t much care about anything else. He was running out of money and more importantly time.

 

He had been forced to reconcile with the Professor, but he had refused to apologise for his actions. It was as good as the Professor was going to get, and he agreed to give Wolverine some time off. He pointedly remarked that Logan could spend the time doing what he wanted, made sure Wolverine knew he would not get any funds to endorse his endeavours, but was wished the best of luck. Logan snorted. It was Remy who needed all the luck he could get, not him. He occasionally felt Jean’s concerned presence just outside of his shields, but didn’t acknowledge her and tightened his shields each time.

 

The beer was brought to his table by a scruffy waitress, who was well past her prime, but still dressed as though she was eighteen years old. Logan contemplated asking her if she knew anything, but quickly decided against it. The bar was dingy, dark, and full of the real down and outs of the city. It didn’t bother Logan that much, after all, he’d been much lower than this in his lifetime. This kidnapping ring was so well hidden and had so many ‘friends in high places’, that Logan was just getting himself more noticed, and if he had any chance of getting on the inside, he had to drop the snooping.

 

He drank some of his beer, and was pleasantly surprised at just how good it was. Would have been excellent had it not been watered down; and a lot cooler. “How could ya have been so stupid.” He mumbled to himself, lighting up a cigar. He paused in his thoughts to appreciate the cigar. It was his last one, and it was unlikely he’d get such a good brand again. It had been an anniversary gift from Remy, to celebrate their first week of being together. Remy never revealed where he got them, but Logan could tell they were old. Must have been worth a small fortune. Logan smiled fondly. Remy was always finding reasons to buy Logan something, and make an occasion out of anything; it was really touching. More so than Logan would ever let on.

 

A pang of guilt hit him square in the gut. Remy had never wanted to come on this mission. Brought too many bad memories back, and instead of being supportive, Logan had joined with the Professor to coerce Remy into doing something that was way beyond the call of an X-Man. Remy had nightmares at night quite often, and after Logan heard that he’d been forced to take a job as a stripper when he was younger… well, he felt god-damn ashamed right now. He growled to himself, and ordered another beer. “Yer an asshole Logan. A real asshole.” The woman looked at him like he was crazy, but still didn’t say anything. Logan’s ice blue eyes glared at her until she looked elsewhere. He wasn’t on show for anyone. He just wanted to find Remy and get the hell home.

 

The room suddenly went quiet as four men walked into the bar. Logan instantly recognised the older man; he was the guy who’d bought Remy from him a few weeks ago. The bigger men were obviously bodyguards, and it looked like they were planning to do business. The room slowly came back to life as the group took a similar darkened table like Logan’s across the room. The waitress was over there in seconds, smiling and trying to show a little more cleavage. “Keep fishin’ darlin’,” Logan smiled to himself, “Yer gonna be awhile.” The bodyguards said nothing. They were there for brawn, not brain, and their boss was the one doing all the talking.

 

A short while later the door opened and two more bodyguards entered, along with a silver haired man. The room froze yet again; but this time the tension could have been cut with a knife. Some people even left straight away, drinks untouched. Logan figured that this kind of meeting happened all the time in this place, and obviously didn’t end all that well. Logan settled down in his chair, and watched. All woes gone from his mind; in the hope that something exciting would happen. He hadn’t seen a bar brawl for a while, at least not one he hadn’t been involved in; or caused in the first place, anyway. He grinned savagely.

 

The men talked for a while, words too hushed for Logan to hear properly, but the body language was conveying everything loud and clear. It seemed that the first gentleman was higher up in the hierarchy than the silver haired man, and ‘Silver’ was in deep shit. Something about keeping goods for himself. Logan snorted, probably some poor wretch that they’d taken off the streets, and because the silver haired guy wasn’t sharing, he was in for it. Silver shook his head, and stared determinedly back. He wasn’t backing down on this one, not now… not ever. Logan could make out threats against the silver haired one if he didn’t co-operate, and something about making life very difficult for him. Yet still there was no backing down. The wretch must have meant more to him than those who had died.    

 

One of the bodyguards suddenly reached for his gun, and so too did the bodyguard opposite. The confusion, gunfire and noise that followed was too much for the normal eye to see. Logan got to his feet, and stepped into the fray. Just before the first bullet went off, Logan was sure that Silver had mentioned a name. Remy. That was enough for Logan’s body to get an adrenaline rush, and to decide which side he would be on. He kicked, punched and literally threw people out of the way, so he could get to the silver haired guy’s side.

 

By the time the dust and debris had settled, the two sides were dead. All but the silver haired guy, who Logan had used his own body to shield. Silver was ruffled and a cut on his cheek, from a very close bullet, glistened in the light. He was speechless, and shaking like a leaf. His eyes that glittered like emeralds gave him the look of something quite disturbing. Logan pulled him to his feet, and offered him some tissues from his pocket. Remy was so prone to sniffles and colds, that slowly over time Logan had become accustomed to never leaving anywhere without them.

 

Silver took them gratefully, and let Logan lead him out onto the street. He couldn’t stop shaking, and his heart was beating so hard in his chest it felt as if it would leap out of its own accord.

 

“Thank you.” He stuttered.

 

Logan nodded, and offered him a place to sit. “Not the kind of place I expected ta find the likes of you bub.”

 

“Not the kind of place I desire to go into in the first place.” He looked at Logan still gratefully, but coldly summing him up. “I generally spend most of my time at home. This is the first time I’ve ever been involved in that kind of thing.”

 

“So why were ya there?” Logan stuck his hands in his pockets.

 

“My superior wanted to talk about a certain… acquisition that I bought. He figured it was time to hand it over to someone else.” Silver wiped the blood from his cheek. Luckily he wouldn’t need stitches.

 

“Hadn’t we better get movin’ ‘fore the police get here?” Logan asked.

 

“No, it’s fine. The police will not be called, and the bodies shall be disposed of.”

 

“I thought ya said that ya hadn’t been in this kinda situation before?”

 

“No…,” Silver smiled, “I meant that I had never been involved in a gunfight before. I have seen many people die for one reason or another.” Logan almost raised an eyebrow at the matter-of-fact tone. Way too business like, but he supposed that’s what these guys would be like. After all, they saw themselves as far superior to what they were trading. Silver pulled his suit back into place. He’d finally managed to stop shaking, and was ready to get himself back into order. One good thing arisen from this incident was that he was one step more up the ladder. “Please accept my thanks. I shall see to it that you get handsomely rewarded.”

 

Logan waved away the offered handshake. 

 

“Forget it. I don’t need yer money.” Silver chuckled.

 

“You look like you need all the help you can get.” Logan looked at himself, and had to nod in agreement. He was looking very uncared for.

 

“I could do with a job if you’ve got one. You look like ya need a new bodyguard. Yer old ones don’t look like they’re goin’ anywhere anytime soon.” Silver’s eyes narrowed in thought.

 

“I don’t usually hire just anyone.” Logan looked tough enough, and he’d certainly just proved his worth back in the bar. If he saved his life for nothing, then a good paycheque would ensure things stayed that way. “Very well; but I work for an organisation that needs to be kept very hush-hush.”

 

Logan nodded. “I figured as much, with all that cloak and dagger shit back there.”

 

Silver nodded in agreement and pulled out his mobile from his pocket. “You have somewhere to stay?”

 

“Nope. Got kicked out this morning.” Another laugh from Silver.

 

“Lucky for me I suppose. I will have a new place set up for you, along with clothes, a car and money. All you have to remember is to do what you’re told, and keep quiet.”

 

Logan smiled wryly. “I ain’t the talkative kind.”

 

“That’s the best kind of bodyguard. You can call me Cathan, by the way.”

 

Logan didn’t offer a name, and Silver didn’t ask. Cathan’s car came round the corner a short time later, and they both climbed in. Logan watched as the city slowly rolled by, and the night darkened to a dull blackish hue. Silver was soon asleep, and Logan was left with his thoughts. Hopefully he would soon see Remy, and get them both out of this mess. ‘I promise ya darlin’, I’ll make this up ta ya, and I’m never gonna make ya do anything ya don’t want ta, ever again. I swear to you.’ He just hoped that Remy was okay, because when they got back to the mansion, Logan was going to give the Professor a real piece of his mind and make sure that this kind of thing never happened again. And especially not to his Cajun.

 

******

 

Remy glanced at the clock for what seemed like the fiftieth time. Cathan had said he’d only be gone a couple of hours, and instead it was now bordering on four. He’d tidied the rooms, and finished the portrait Cathan had asked him to do, and was now left anxiously waiting. Cathan still frightened him a bit, was still overly possessive… and sometimes rough… but there were things Remy really liked about him too. He preferred it when the man was here, then he wouldn’t be alternating his gaze between the door and the clock; worrying about what second Cathan would choose to march in the rooms, and what mood he’d be in at the time. What he’d want to do. Sighing in exasperation, Remy flopped down on the sofa, and ran his hands through his hair. Cathan would spend hours curled on the couch running his fingers through Remy’s hair.

 

The latch turned and Remy got up, moving over to the door.

 

“Cathan? Where you been eh?”

 

But it wasn’t Cathan who entered the room. This man was stocky, strong and was not here to enjoy the view and make pleasant conversation.

 

“Hey there. Time to see a new boss.”

 

Remy stared at him. Cathan had warned him to be careful, and to never open the door to anyone. ‘Doesn’ help when de homme’s got a key though.’ Remy slowly backed away. The guy’s smile spread.

 

“Now don’t you be thinking of running away from me, red eyes. I’m not so nice with difficult toys.”

 

Remy considered his options, and decided it was better to be difficult. Cathan would be back any minute, and this guy would be booted out on his ass so quick, he’d have friction burns. Remy turned and ran into the front room, the guy hot on his heels. He made a grab for the Cajun, but missed. This kid was quick, it was almost impossible to catch him. Brute force was the only way to go. He cornered Remy behind an armchair, but no matter which way he went, Remy would go the opposite. Instead he chose to push the armchair back, pinning Remy to the wall. He reached over and grabbed a handful of the silky red locks, and pulled Remy over the chair and to the floor. Remy yelled at the pain of being lifted by his hair, but decided it was best he didn’t fight, and hope that this guy wouldn’t hurt him too much. Maybe Cathan had sent him. Maybe it was some kind of test. ‘Baise! Am I really dat focused on Cat’an?’ The guy pinned him to the floor with a foot on the back of his neck.

 

“Don’t know your manners all that well, do you trash? Cathan’s not been teaching you right has he?”

 

“I don’ know what you mean.” Remy lay flat against the floor, perfectly still.

 

“Shame. I guess Cathan’s losing his touch. Used to be one of the best trainers here for the likes of you,” He laughed cruelly, “Guess I’ll have to have a go at it myself.”

 

He slowly unbuckled his belt, and slid it from his trousers. The steel buckle glinted in the light. He’d always wanted to become a trainer, but had yet to be given a chance to show his worth.

 

Remy’s eyes widened in fear as he heard the belt come loose. Memories of being belted so bad, he’d yearned for death made him panic.

 

“Please don’, Remy’ll be good f’ you, non?” The man lifted his foot, so the Cajun could look up at him. “I’m sorry I ran, it won’ ‘appen again.” The man grabbed Remy’s chin.

 

“Give me one reason not to stripe you boy.” He suppressed a smile as a flood of power coursed through him. He loved it.

 

“I’ll be real good t’ y’. Make you feel real nice, non?” He drew in a shuddering breath, keeping his eyes away from the belt. He felt sick. ‘Y’re such a whore Remy.’ He thought self-deprecatingly. A flicker of contemplation flashed in the man’s eyes, and Remy got to his feet, and leant forward to kiss the repulsive man. Softly at first to see if he responded. Anything was preferable to a belting, and if he had to bed the man… he would. It wouldn’t be the first time Remy had to resort to giving up his body, in order to prevent further injury. The man responded all right. He pulled Remy close, and kissed him harder. He then pushed Remy back onto the chair, and stood between his legs. Remy looked up at him, fear and confusion evident in his eyes. The confusion quickly shifted to self-loathing as he watched the man undo his fly. His small thick cock bobbed out.

 

“Suck it.” Remy was frozen by despair for a second. This was a lose-lose situation. The guy sneered and flexed the belt. Remy nodded miserably, and sat forward on the chair, placing his trembling hands on the other man’s thighs. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to worry about deep-throating the guy. He just hoped the whole ordeal would be over soon.

 

*****

 

Cathan walked through the corridors with Logan following quickly behind. The corridors were posted with alert armed men, and the guns they carried were real heavy duty. They passed many rooms off to either side. Screaming, whimpering, crying, fear and ecstasy radiated from many of the closed doors they passed. Cathan had explained that a slave trade was being run; and the purchases had to be properly trained and conditioned into immaculate behavior before being sold on. It was surprising and scary how many people in this city alone were somehow involved, endorsing or purchasing from this little sideline.

 

Apparently the bodies that had been turning up were acquisitions that had proved either too fragile to cope, or were just not worth the time and effort to train. Logan nodded, and carefully inserted dialogue at the right points about how he didn’t care what went on in the place, all that mattered to him was his paycheque and job. Cathan smiled as he watched Logan change into less tattered jeans. He marvelled at Logan’s strong arms and legs, and posture.

 

“You know, you’d quite possibly make a good trainer one day Logan; if given the chance. Have your own merchandise to mould or break depending upon your mood.” Logan kept his face straight and blank.

 

“Not my kinda thing, thanks. If I’m gonna beat on someone, I’m gonna do it fer a good reason.”

 

Cathan raised an eyebrow. “Really.”

 

Logan finished getting changed and followed Cathan up to the higher level. The security was tight. There was no chance of him being able to get Remy and just high tail it out of there. He’d probably make it, but the odds of Remy getting out unhurt weren’t good. With all the guards shooting at them, they were bound to get hit; and unlike Logan, Remy didn’t have a healing factor. Logan guessed he’d just have to play along, until the party at least. Dispose of Shaw, and get him and Remy gone. In the meantime, he was going to have to keep his cover as Silver’s bodyguard, no matter what.

*****

 

Remy started to suck on the man’s cock. It tasted like the guy hadn’t washed for a few days, and the sweat in the man’s groin was almost unbearable. He hated the way the guy pushed on the back of his head, making him deep-throat the whole thing. Suddenly the guy stopped, and stumbled ungracefully back from the Cajun. Remy glanced upwards to see Cathan in the doorway. He was positively seething with anger. The man quickly pulled his pants back in shape, and dashed from the room. Cathan’s eyes never moved from Remy’s face. Remy watched as Cathan walked towards him; he knew he was in trouble. Cathan possessed one of the most volatile tempers Remy had ever encountered.

 

The blow across his face came so quick, it hardly registered. Remy was knocked from the chair to the ground, lip split and bleeding.

 

“Je suis désolé Cathan; it wasn’ what it looked like, I swear.”

 

Cathan said nothing in reply. He wasn’t listening to reason. He was thoroughly lost in the fury that swept him in. Remy scrabbled back, until he was against the wall. He’d never seen someone look quite so terrifying, never seen that kind of anger directed entirely at him.

 

“Mon..mon ami, please…”

 

Logan came further into the room. He had seen Cathan strike Remy, and he anxiously watched the episode slowly unfolding in front of him. He had to keep reminding himself that if he moved to protect Remy; and in doing so revealed who they really were, there was no way Remy would get out alive. He just hoped Remy was strong enough to stick through it. He grabbed Cathan’s arm firmly, to divert his attention from the Cajun.

 

“This really necessary?” He kept his voice steady and calm, even as Remy realised who he was. Gambit caught on quick that Logan was now undercover too. Cathan shrugged irritably out of Logan’s hold.

 

“Go lock the door, and shut up.”

 

Logan sighed, and did as he was told. The Cajun had been through numerous beatings in the past, it came with the spandex; he was sure Remy could hold through this one.

 

Cathan struck Remy again, before grabbing him round the throat.

 

“You belong to me! No one else. How dare you betray my trust and generosity behind my back?!” Jealousy had hold of him so completely, it was hard to refrain from cracking the pretty Cajun’s head against the wall.

 

“Cathan non… please. De man… he…” Cathan squeezed harder, cutting off Remy’s air supply.

 

“I don’t want to hear another word from your devious mouth.” He threw Remy across the room, and quickly followed to hit Remy some more.

 

Logan watched in horror. He hated anyone even raising a hand to his Cajun in jest, and this was almost too much. He wanted to turn away, but couldn’t. Both Remy’s fear, and Cathan’s arousal, were too much for his heightened senses. Remy was scared for his life. And Cathan… Cathan was actually getting off on making Remy bleed.

 

“You belong to me! You are mine!” He grabbed Remy by his hair and dragged him to the bed, before throwing him face first on to it. Wrenching Remy’s head back, he whispered into his ear. “I’m going to make you regret your infidelity, and teach you your place so you never forget it.” He started to fumble with Remy’s clothes, tearing them from his body. Panic set in, and Remy instantly began to thrash and struggle in Cathan’s grip. He had to get away. Cathan snarled and turned his head to face Logan.

 

“Get over here and hold him down!”

 

“What?” Logan’s heart skipped a beat. It was bad enough that he had to watch, but to actually hold Remy down while this man raped him.

 

“Move!” Cathan shouted his order. Logan had no choice but to comply.

 

He pinned Remy’s hands in front of him, and grabbed a handful of hair to stop him thrashing so much; not wanting the Cajun to hurt himself. Tried to look as professional as he could. Cathan quickly stripped, and returned to claiming what was his. No one was permitted to touch his things. Not ever. But to find his possession giving pleasure to another man, made hate, anger and the most incredibly strong sense of betrayal flood into his mind and spirit. He pinned Remy’s legs with his own, and watched the beautiful milk-skinned man struggle for freedom. A part of him enjoyed the conquest of an unwilling victim, and Remy had always been too exotic to be tamed.

 

Things were happening so fast, Remy hadn’t a clue what to do. Cathan was going to… and he’d forced Logan to hold him down.

 

“Cathan! S'il vous plaît. Stop, I didn’..mmphf-” Cathan growled and held his hand over Remy’s mouth, pinching the Cajun’s nostrils together so he couldn’t breathe. He released them when Remy started to panic from the absence of oxygen, but slapped him hard on the side of his face, stunning the young man from speaking.

 

He entered the Cajun’s sweet opening in one thrust, and the cry and sob that followed from his toy was exquisite. Tears spilled over Remy’s cheeks from the pain and humiliation, and Cathan kissed them away in a manner that was almost affectionate as he pounded furiously into the Cajun’s insides, hands digging in hard on Remy’s shoulders, crafting round bruises and adding to the multiple points of pain on Remy’s body.

 

Logan tried to comfort Remy as much as he could. Cathan’s eyes were closed in ecstasy and lust, as he thrust mercilessly into his property, leaving Logan free to stroke Remy’s face, and wipe the tears from his eyes. Logan almost choked on his rage as he smelt flowing blood from between Remy’s legs.

 

“It’s okay darlin’. Hang on babe, it’ll be over soon.” He whispered in his lover’s ears, tones too low and intimate for Cathan to hear. Remy nodded, and tried to move with Cathan, in order to stop it hurting so dreadfully. He closed his eyes, and tried to pretend that it was Logan inside him. Logan’s closeness, and his breath against Remy’s ear helped. But the pain inside wasn’t letting him convince himself totally. Logan would never ever make him bleed, unless he pleaded for it.

 

Cathan finally came, shuddering and soothing the bruises on Remy’s shoulders; and Logan moved away from them at Cathan’s glance. He wasn’t sure where to look, or what to say. Well part of him wanted to slam Silver against the nearest wall, and rip his heart out. But he also knew full well, that although it would appease his anger; it would sign their death warrants. Remy maneuvered himself into a ball, and pulled the cover over himself in shame. He hurt. Maybe Cathan would use his miracle drug again, and cure all his injuries. But he was so cross perhaps he wouldn’t. Besides, it would never cure the guilt and shame that burned within him anyway.

 

Cathan redressed, and moved from the bedroom, calling Logan after him. Now all the anger was gone, he was more his rational self. He had to get some space between Remy and himself, and decide how he would fix his latest jealous pang. Logan followed quietly, only stopping long enough to bend and kiss Remy on the head, when Cathan’s back was turned. His Cajun always smelt so good.

 

“Ya always do that?” Logan asked, sitting in one of the large luxurious armchairs. He managed to sound quite calm.

 

“Not usually,” Cathan poured himself and Logan a stiff drink, “I have a much larger temper than I can cope with.”

 

He sat opposite Logan. He seemed so calm and serene. Acting as if it was the weather they were discussing, not the rape of a young man.

 

“Ever thought about doing somethin’ about it bub?” Cathan snorted.

 

“Why should I? It’s one of my greatest assets. Those below me, fear me. That gives me power. And those above me… they respect me for it.” Cathan downed his drink in one, and returned to the cabinet to pour himself another. Logan noticed that his hands were still shaking.

 

“Ya didn’t have much power back at the bar.” Cathan’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, and his self-learnt paranoia reared its head.

 

“I thought you didn’t talk much.”

 

“Only when I haven’t got anything ta say.” Logan swirled his drink round. He absentmindedly watched the ice spiral in his bourbon. “You do that often? Kid looks like he’s used ta it.” Cathan shook his head.

 

“No, never; excluding our first meeting. I have raised my hand to him occasionally, but his complacency is not my doing.” Cathan looked into the bedroom from a distance. “I understand that he was a street walker before I acquired him.” Remy had risen from the bed, and was heading into the bathroom, a cotton sheet around his waist. “I didn’t mean for it to go that far. I just saw him with that lowlife, and I…”

 

“I figured ya wouldn’t care. Kid’s gonna be sold on anyway isn’t he?” Logan remained in character. He had to, for both his and Remy’s sake. Cathan looked at him in disgust.

 

“No. I claimed him as my own. I would not sell him on before at the bar, and I will not sell him on now.”

 

“Nice ta see ya’ve got taste. Kid’s a real find.” Logan sipped his drink. Cathan moved to Logan’s side.

 

“I trust you have no interest in him?” His voice carried a real warning.

 

“Nah. I like my fucks ta have a good pair a’ tits, and the ability ta bend herself any way I want.”

 

Logan smiled, and offered his empty glass. Cathan took it, and placed it on the top of the cabinet, ready to be cleaned by the maid. It was good that this Logan wasn’t interested in Remy. It meant he would have someone to watch over his precious redhead when he was away on business. The celebration had been postponed once, so it was unlikely that it would be for a second time. Remy would make the perfect consort. Everyone would want him and only Cathan, and maybe the boss if he so fancied, could have him. He had but one week to arrange everything, and at last he could trust that Remy was safe when he was gone.

 

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TBC

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