TITLE: SECRET COMPANIONS
AUTHOR: SisterWine
RATING/PAIRING: NC-17, Remy/Logan, Remy/Other
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN X-MEN. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT SUING. NO MONEY, NO MEANT HARM, JUST AN IDEA.
SUMMARY: sisterwine75@hotmail.com. Logan is bored and needs a good adventure to occupy
him. He meets a handsome kid, and is seduced into a desparate plea for help.  Who knew boredom could be so fun?
 

Logan knocked on the door to Remy's high-rise penthouse, and waited as shuffling came from inside and then the door opened. Logan stood there, and waited to be offered entrance. He smiled and stepped into the room, which became a small dining area. His jeans and white, long-sleeved dress shirt were decent enough to be considered presentable. His black cowboy boots were mainly covered by the pantlegs, but ok. Removing his denim jacket, he draped it over his left arm and shoved his hands into his pockets. To his immediate left, was a thin but tall wooden china hutch that held elegant crystal wine glasses and fabulous expensive china plates. In front of him, past the small and rounded square glass table, was a good sized kitchen that was equally decorated in fancy crystals and elegant appliances.

Remy followed Logan's eyes and smiled briefly. "S'not much but, where I live. Come in, sit... Anyt'in t' drink? Wine?" Remy waited patiently and clasped his hands together as he waited for Logan's answer. Remy wore a black suitpants and a matching black silk shirt. His hair had been pulled back into a low ponytail. His eyes glowed faintly, as again, the only light that had been on was the small lamp in the far right corner of the livingroom.

"Yes, please." Logan met his host's gaze and took a few more steps into the room. He watched Remy open the glass doors to the rounded hutch and reach a wine glass that rested with it's clones on the top shelf.
His eyes traveled to the right of the flat, and he followed. Walking down a step that separated the dining room from the living room, he admired the scenery. "Nice place." The fingers of his right hand traveled over the material on the back of the sofa. Looking down past the seat, he glanced at the coffee table and noticed it was empty, except for a few miscellaneous magazines that were shoved to the left hand side. He looked closer and read the title to the top book, a parenting magazine.

Remy had turned and watched his guest as he now held two identical wine glasses and a bottle of expensive red wine. "Merlot okay?" Remy shuttered as he could almost see Logan staring at the pile of magazines.

Logan turned around and smiled. "Yea. That's fine." He had caught the wave of unease from the young man, but shrugged it off as if he hadn't. He turned around again and walked around the sofa to stand at the large sliding glass door to the balcony. To his left had been a fireplace that was set back in the room. A fire was going, which illuminated that set in side. To his right sat the small table in the corner, with the lamp shining it's brightest, in the corner. The hanging vertical blinds to the window had been pulled back so that the window exposed the dark city.

Carrying one glass in each hand, Remy came to stand beside Logan and handed him the glass in his left hand. Logan accepted and Remy smiled. "Cold t'night, no?" He had tried not to sound desperate or seductive, but he was sure his voice had failed him.

"Yea." Logan looked back at Remy, who remained beside Logan. "Certainly made out like a bandit with the prices in this part of town, didn't ya?"

Remy winced slightly.  He stared at the red liquid in the glass before answering. "Dis is actually m' boss's private place. Remy's jus' here t' do business." He was convinced that Logan would leave after hearing him explain, but to his surprise, Logan didn't move.

Both stared out the window for a long moment before Logan moved to examine the fireplace. The place curved outward, into the room, and was lined primarily with red brick for the step and a smooth white column for a holder. The hole itself was edged in the same red brick but hadn't had any black or discolouration from the soot anywhere one it. Either Remy had never had a fire in it, or he cleaned extensively. A mantle on the column sat eye level with Logan. Only two gold-framed pictures lined the same red bricked shelf.

Again, Remy noticed and spoke up. "De picture on de lef' is a lady I love, an' de one on de right is her an' her son."

Logan looked closer at the picture of the lady alone. Her long blond hair curled around her face and the
blue eyes seemed to sparkle. She was smiling at the camera, or the person behind it. It was an amateur made photo in a 4x6 frame. The picture itself was pulled back so that the top part of her shirt had been visible. It was unclear just where the picture had been set. The next picture was of indeed, her and her son. Logan noticed that it had been the same boy Remy had been waiting for the days prior. It too, had been the same 4x6 size as the other picture, only it lay on it's side and looked as if the far right side had been folded over to hide something, or someone. He'd guessed, since the mother was on the left side, and the boy on the right, than the boy's father was next to the boy, and he was in the middle. He heard Remy draw in his breath nervously, and decided to drop the issue. "Cute kid."

"Oui." Remy moved closer. "De one of her, I took. De other was done by a professional."

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Four glasses of wine and a few personal stories later, Remy stretched a slender right hand over his mouth and yawned. They had been sitting on the sofa, talking about anything that came to mind. He had to admit, it was fun but he was starting to really feel tired. He had been quite conscious of how he must have looked to Logan, and straightened. "Desole. Been a long day f'r me." Remy sat on the right side, while Logan sat on the left with his back to the fire. They had been turned to face each other, but Remy had been the only one to half-curl himself on the seat.

"Yea, same here." Logan looked at his watch, on his left wrist, and couldn't believe the time. They had
been talking for over 4 hours. It had been around 7 when Logan had arrived and now it was pushing midnight. He nodded and stood up, his empty wine glass still in his left hand. Strolling into the dark kitchen, she rinsed his glass out and set it in the sink. "Any place you want this?" Logan asked and looked around the separating wall of the kitchen and corridor, to show his host. He pointed to the sink and caught Remy's quick expression of guilt before the young man acknowledged him. "Somethin wrong?"

Remy looked at him with a flash of shock. He seemed to have forgotten his guest was still in the flat.
"Huh? uh... non. Jus' leave it. I get it." He began fidgeting with his right pocket on his black trousers, creasing the seamline. His eyes fell back to staring at the sofa seat and where they had sat. A moment passed before he felt a calm hand on his left shoulder. His eyes opened wide as he turned his head and stared into Logan's eyes.

"What's the real reason I'm here, kid?" Logan's calmness had taken Remy aback.

He remained silent and in the same place he stood for the longest time. Remy weighed his answer to the question. He hadn't wanted to tell Logan about his boss and what he HAD to do. Just finding himself a friend that he could talk to, away from Lensherr Enterprises, Remy was more than reluctant. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes as he let it out, he motioned for Logan to sit back down before he explained. "Remy is uh... dat is.. I was asked t' have y' here to do more dan jus' talk. Remy would prefer t' talk. His boss say he has t' sleep wit' you for money. De woman an' de boy, dey're my family.  Erik tells me, if Remy repays him, he let Remy go home. Been sayin dat for 4 years. My boy be grown 'fore I see him raised."

As Remy fell silent, Logan thought. "What about those biker punks, the other night? You said they've been doin ya for a while now. You talk to them too?" His eyes narrowed as he examined Remy. He sat on the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees, while his hands were folded and his thumbs balanced his chin. He knew something was wrong when Remy had handed him the card. Logan had been just that curious to see the boy's intentions before acting.

"Dey aint married."

"And, I am. Is that it?"

"Oui." Remy nodded. Still not looking at Logan, he sighed.

Logan also sighed, and stood up. "Look, maybe I can help ya get away from him. My friends and I are pretty good at 'persuadin' scumbags. What's this guy's name?"

"Lensherr." Remy breathed, almost sullenly.

Eyes opened wide at the name. Logan came around the coffee table and grabbed Remy's shoulders. "Erik Lensherr?"

Remy nodded.

Logan sighed inwardly. He knew all about the boss and his hidden tactics of manipulating people into doing what he wanted. Question was, what was the boy having to offer him in the first place?

Remy swallowed hard. "My wife works for him. But, she costed him a lotta money. I took her place in payin him back, so dat she could raise our chile. Dat was almos' 5 years ago. She owe him 'lotta money. De ot'er day, he was up in de house wit' her. Fuckin her. She's 5 mont's pregnant wit' his chile. Den, he comes here, an' tells Remy 'bout it." He stopped. It hurt to continue.

"He fucks you too, doesn't he?"

"Oui." Another nod.

Both paused for a long moment. Logan had seen the hurt and the desparation in the kid's eyes, and Remy had felt the anger and coldness in Logan's soul. Moving away from each other, they had turned in opposite directions and thought about what had been said. Remy now stood at the fireplace, staring at the deminishing flames, while Logan faced the wall with an elegant, huge painting of naked cherub lovers kissing in the clouds.

"Is that why you backed off, after you saw my weddin picture? You don't fuck with marriage?" Logan finally said, almost hoarsely.

Lifting his eyes to the picture of his wife and son, Remy answered. "Oui. Marriage should be b'tween lovers. Sacred. Not open. Erik wants Remy t' fuck you 'cause he t'ink Remy won't do it. Don' want to. Y' say y' can help Remy....?" Reaching up with his right hand and picking up the picture of the two, Remy stared at it. Great, another person to owe his life to.

"Yea." Logan turned around and watched Remy. "But, we aint like Lensherr. Ya don't owe us nothing for it."

Remy turned around, still holding the pitcure, and looking at Logan. "Y' say dat now. But, eventually, ya wan' somet'in from him, no?" He had managed to hide his true feelings of weariness and needing to be free of constraint. But, after hearing Logan's offer of help, he couldn't hold back any longer. He shivered under his skin and nearly jumped out to take the offer.

Logan ran his bottom teeth over his upper lip, and thought for a moment. Reaching into his back right pocket, he removed his billfold and opened it. Removing a card from a slit on the left side, he stepped closer and handed it to Remy. "This is where you can most of the time reach me. This is where I work. It's a school for gifted kids. Kids like you, with your powers. We all have some form of ability. Charles Xavier knows about Lensherr as well, fact they're old friends. He'll help you get out of his control and
back to your family. My friends and I will have your back, if you want it." He paused as Remy had taken the card and stared at it. "You can call and talk to me, or Xavier, or any one of us. We'll listen." All anger vanished in Logan. His voice was calm and waiting.

"Merci." Remy read the card and tucked it into his left pocket of his trousers.

He moved closer to Remy. Putting his hands on Remy's thin shoulders, again. Studying his host, Logan could sympathise with how the boy thought of marriage being personal. He wanted to help the kid so
badly. He wanted the kid to get away from Erik Lensherr even more. He blinked and both remained silent. Logan took the opportunity to call it a night as Remy had covered another yawn with an elegant and thin hand. Instead of saying "goodbye" or "see ya", he carefully leaned closer and kissed the tired lips of his host. A simple light kiss that the kid hadn't been expecting, left the night's end open. "Call the number if
you want. My home phone is on the back. I rarely sleep." A soft voice and a light pat on Remy's left forearm gave him the notice of leaving.

Remy nodded and raised his right fingertips to his lips. Feeling where Logan's lips had been, he licked the tender skin and turned his attention to the closing door.

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As Logan stepped out onto the still busy, but less crowded pavement, he stopped and lit a cigar that had been hanging in his mouth since the elevator had reached the lobby and the doors opened.  He had taken two short puffs when his silver flip cell phone rang from his left jacket pocket. He hadn't bothered putting it on before he'd left the penthouse, or now that he was fully outside the building. Removing the phone and answering it, he turned to the right and started walking back to his apartment.

"He works for Lensherr. The kid's scared out of his mind from him, too." Logan weaved through the stream of crowds that scattered themselves along the walk.

The voice on the phone paused. "Logan, does he have enough to let us help? Erik is a powerful man, and quite sophisticated in the art of deception. If Remy wants to escape, we'll be ready to accept him." Charles Xavier himself had rang him. Why he was using a cellphone, was beyond Logan, but he wasted no time in getting to know what Logan had learned.

"I handed him the card, and told him about it. It's up to him, Chuck. He's married, and Lensherr is screwin his wife for payment while makin the kid sell himself. I'd be lookin for any way to get out, if I were in his shoes. Makin matters worse, she's havin Lensherr's kid. I think he'll call. The kid just wants to go home.
If need be, I'll go in for him."

Xavier was silent.

Logan crossed the street at the light and walked straight, down a dark street. The phone to his right ear, he kept the other tuned to his surroundings. "He aint far from my place. I gave him my numbers too, just in case." His gruff voice broke the silence that creeped in around him from all angles.

"I imagine it would be in his court, then. Anymore plans to see or talk to him, in the next day or so?"
Xavier finally spoke from an apparent train of deep thought.

Turning the corner onto his street, and heading back to his newly redone building, Logan thought. "Not unless he offers. Why? You think Lensherr'll do somethin to him if he finds the card?"

Charles leaned forward in his seat. He sighed before answering. "It's quite possible. Erik doesn't enjoy
being plotted against. Stay close to him, Logan. Let me know what happens."

"Right." Logan ended the conversation and returned the phone to the same pocket before turning to enter his building. A tall, gray building with a fresh coat of paint and a new revolving door with doorman. He headed to the elevator and pushed the button to go up. He hoped that the kid would use the card and call either Xavier or Logan and offer for help. But, that was all he could do. Hope.