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?
Remy woke up lying on his right side. He was nude and cold and he hurt.
Remy's head pounded as if it had been hit by an anvil on a children's program.
Remy lay on the blackish blue carpet of his bedroom, just inside the door,
and had been laying there for a good 3 hours. It hurt to breathe and he
was sure his ribs were broken from the repeated kickings of a fine leather
loafer his employer wore. The blood that had spilled from his mouth, had
mixed in with the carpeting colour and dried. The clothes had been ripped
away in the struggle and swattings after Erik tried to force Remy to answer
him. But, that was the task of the previous night. His right arm pillowed
his head and his left had been drawn up to cover his head as a
clothed figure was now squatting over him. He could feel the hardness
of the man's erection that was within a few inches of his head. His legs
had been pulled up to shield his stomach, and lay together. Remy shivered.
His hair hurt from being pulled so many times, and his fingers had been
stiff and straightened. Every other one on both hands had been broken.
"Think about what I said, Remy. Change your mind, or I'll fix it so that your family..... disappears." Erik stroked Remy's hair as the young man had wiped the tears away.
"Okay." Remy breathed.
Erik stood up and slipped his hands into his tan pants' pockets. His tan suit and jacket had been freshly pressed, as well as his white shirt and black tie. He looked down at the shivering Remy, and smirked. "Good. No more problems, Remy." He had been standing in the doorway to Remy's bedroom. His shoes had almost blended completely in with the blackish blue carpet.
Daylight had shone through the heavy pearl drapes. It was 8 AM, and
Erik had sighed when Remy didn't move to pick himself up off of the furred
floor and escort him to the door of the flat. Instead, he roled his eyes
and silently mocked Remy's sobbings. He repeated to himself that it was
Remy who had caused him
to be aggressive. And it was Remy who had hidden secrets of Logan,
from him.
As Remy heard the front door shut, he felt and found himself completely alone. Drying his tears with a broken and fragile left hand, he picked himself up to a sitting position and caught his choked breath. What could he do? He knew his assignment and didn't like it. Groaning in pain and holding his ribs with his left arm, Remy forced himself to his feet. His long auburn hair had been mussed, and fell into his face as he walked oout of the bedroom and straight down the corridor to the shaded living room.
The peach drapes had been pulled to conceal his nude body that he hadn't bothered covering up, but let in enough of the daylight to let him see the small room in near shambles. He sat down at the closest end of the sofa, which had been near the fireplace, and retrieved his cellphone from his dark gray suit jacket. He had been lucky that the jacket hadn't been touched as it lay draped over the middle of the glass coffee table. He had memorised each of Logan's numbers from the card, and randomly dialed the school, thinking he'd be there.
It rang only twice. A lady who sounded African answered. "Xavier's School."
"Dis is Remy LeBeau. M' I speak t' Logan....? Please?" Remy found trying to speak and sound as if everything were okay was a tough job. His voice had been dry and raspy, and almost a whisper.
"Of course. One moment."
He waited. It seemed like forever, but he waited. By the time Logan came to the phone, he was shaking and thinking it had been a bad idea.
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"I'll be there in 20. Keep the door locked. Don't open it for anyone until I get there." Logan hung up and explained in rather short detail that he had something come up, as the group of other X-Men gathered around. He ran a nervous hand through his hair and turned to leave the underground meeting room.
Xavier followed him and caught him at the lift door. "It was him. Wasn't it? Remy."
"Yea. Sounded like he had a workin over. Thinking about bringin him here." Logan paced anxiously, as he waited. The door opened and he stepped in.
"Will you be needing any help? Granted, the boy called you for help, but he might have been put up to it by Erik." Xavier asked as Logan hit a button on the side panel, to his left.
Logan took in a breath and let it out slowly. "No. I didn't hear anyone
in the background. He sounded like
he was hurt or in trouble, and was alone. I have my com, and if he
needs, I'll call for Hank. I doubt he'll want to come here if anything."
The door closed and sped it's way up to the ground floor of the mansion.
He had been in his uniform, and thought it best to change before he went.
Hurrying up to his room and slipping on a pair of old jeans and t-shirt,
along with his old brown cowboy boots and denim jacket, Logan exited the
room and soon the building.
As he left, Beast and Jean had been outside tending to children's freetime and making sure they didn't break anything. Beast noticed Logan getting on his motorcyle in a hurry. "Logan, is something the matter?" He called from the steps of the porch as Logan had started putting on his helmet.
Stopping, and turning to see Beast coming towards him, Logan thought it best to give Beast a heads up for later. "Not yet. Stick close to the com. I may need ya later, if a friend agrees. After a visit from Magneto, and that phone call I just got, I'm guessin he might be wantin some medical advice." Logan put on his helmet and watched Beast nod in understanding as he started the engine.
He raced through the city like Hellfire on his heels, and wasted no time in finding Remy's posh building again. It had only been less than a week that they had seen each other. Logan hadn't liked hearing a reunion phone call like that. Parking his shiny Harley in front of the front door to the building, he leapt off and hurried inside to the elevator. Again, he paced until the bell dinged and the doors opened.
Remy lived on the 7th floor, and Logan was cursing the slow moving car to go faster. When the bell dinged again, the doors opened to a nicely decorated corridor. Making his way to the end and turning right, he knocked on Remy's door and waited. Logan listened to the slow and cautious footsteps inside and finally a trembling voice that said "Logan??" He answered in record time. "It's me, kid. I'm here." He waited and listened for anything wrong. Remy was alone, and panting as his breath came closer to the door. "Just me, Remy."
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The door opened and Logan was ushered in. The windows had been still covered by the drapes, and Remy had been nowhere in sight. The door closed behind him and he spun around to see a trembling, frail Remy cowering in the corner. He didn't need to see the trembles or white bathrobe to know something was not right, he merely opened his arms and let the boy rush into them.
After a long moment, Remy pulled back and moved into the livingroom, with Logan following. He sat down on the right side of the sofa and curled himself up onto the seat. His knees were drawn up to his chest, and his arms wrapped around them. He stared at Logan, as the man sat down on the other end and stared back. He had looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, in the corridor, and cleaned himself up. The corner of his mouth on the right side had been slit and now held a dark scab. His left temple held a bruise big enough to match the size of a silver half-dollar. His hair had been brushed but, left to hang loose and cover the scars around his neck from being choked by strong hands. Remy had bandaged his fingers and aching wrists, as well as keeping a bottle of extra-strength Excedrin close by for his ever-pounding headache. His body still ached, and he was thanful for the bathrobe that covered his bruised body.
"What the hell happened? When did this happen, kid?" Logan asked after a moment. He'd had time to examine the visible wounds on the boy as well as sniff out the hidden ones. He hadn't moved to touch Remy since the embrace broke, but he hand't exactly closed himself off from another.
Remy held his breath. He didn't want to talk about it, yet he had to. "Las' night." He paused. "He tell Remy dat Remy needs t' pay 'ttention to his work, or he don' see his family again." Remy shuttered at the sound of his own, raspy voice. He hugged his knees closer to him and drew in a gasp as Logan reached a calm hand out to examine his bandaged fingers.
"Did he do all this, or did he have help?"
"Non. Jus' him."
Logan forced back a growl. "Did he...... do anything else to ya?" He tried to keep it as impersonal as he could.
Remy shook his head. "Non. He didn' fuck Remy. But, he say dat Remy needs t' pay him." Remy blushed and dipped his head in embarrassment. "Remy has to if he wan' t' see his family again." Another pause. "Logan, I can' ask y' to do dis. He come here, an' make Remy tell him who ya are. He say, Remy should change his mind, an' get on wit' it. He say, Remy has t' fuck you, cher."
"Is that what you want?" Logan asked, point-blankly. He stared into Remy's red on black eyes while still gingerly holding the boy's broken and now bleeding fingers.
Remy shrugged. "Don' get a choice."
"Yes you do. It's your body that's fuckin, not his."
"Non. Shh... Logan," Remy uncurled and slid closer to him. "Remy pay him an' say he fuck you. He don' find out de diff'rence, no?"
Logan had to admit, the boy was tempting to allow the actual seduction. However, he understood that Remy didn't want any part in sleeping with a married man. He would have jumped at the chance to allow the boy to pay Lensherr off, if not for the pending consequences of a possible slip-up. He couldn't allow Remy to dig himself deeper in debt with his boss if he was caught in the lie. "Too much risk, Rem." If it had been up to him, he would have grabbed some clothes for the frail Cajun and headed back to the Mansion. But, it wasn't his choice to make.
Remy waited. His breath came in short pants. He wanted to run, he wanted
to hide. His pride and feeling of obligation denied him the act. Remy caught
sight of the gold ring and pulled his hand away from Logan.
"Ne c'est pas exacte." He whispered.
"Okay. Will you atleast let me call for a medic? From where I work? Hank's one of the best docs we got." Logan offered.
Remy's eyes opened wide. "Non. Non doctors. Remy can take care o' hisself." He shook his head as if he were still being pestered by the question.
Logan sighed. "Then why did you call me, Remy? Because, you're in trouble and..."
"Scared." Remy had finished the phrase. He thought for a moment and was about to nod when his eyes caught Logan doing something. Red on black opened wide as the man beside him was removing the gold ring and placing it on the coffee table.
"C'mere." Logan opened his arms, invitingly, and soothed the boy into his arms. "I know you don't want this, from me. But I can't take the risk that you're found out." Pulling Remy's legs over his lap and holding shivering shoulders close to him. He slipped a calm hand between the folds of the robe and caressed Remy's bare skin, lowering his hand ever so slightly by the inch. His left hand that caressed the skin stopped as it reached the belt. His right had started to pet the auburn locks and brush them aside from the boy's neck. He started kissing and tenderly licking at the skin under the boy's left ear, as his left hand removed the tied belt.
Remy shivered again, and stopped the hand that had now begun stroking his already firm erection. "Non. Please. I- I- can' ask y' to do dis, Logan." Despite his hand holding Logan's, the soft, teasingly casual strokes continued. His body was shaking under the touch. He wanted it to stop. He wanted it to continue. He relaxed his back into Logan's right arm as it held him up, his head lolling to the right as the tender kisses and licks massaged the bruises on his neck.
"Shhh, it's ok." Logan stopped kissing and looked up into Remy's eyes. "I can't take this risk. No rings, no commitments. I got the cash. It's just business, Remy. OK?" His left hand hadn't stopped, but merely increased the soft pressure with each gentle stroke.
Remy nodded.
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Logan had changed their positions so that Remy was laying on the sofa, fully. He had spread and removed the bathrobe completely and then left to retrieve a glass of water from the small kitchen. When he came back, Logan set the glass down on the coffee table and began removing his own clothes. First, his jacket and shirt. Then, his jeans, boxers and boots. From the right back pocket of his pants, he pulled out a blue packaged Trojan and tore at the corner before meeting Remy's watchful eyes.
Taking a breath before stroking his own long length hard, Logan calmed the boy and covered his erection with the latex. Dipping his middle right hand finger into the glass of water, and then gathering saliva in his mouth to give it extra coating, he spread Remy's legs apart. "Take a breath." He whispered as he slowly inserted the finger into Remy's tight entrance. He slid the finger in and out until Remy gasped quietly and clutched the sides of the sofa cushions. "Relax. Just relax, kid."
Remy nodded, again. His muscles around Logan's finger spasmed as another digit was carefully inserted. Again the slow rhythm was causing his breath to convulse in waves of hushed pants. His right hand swatted aimlessly at Logan's inserted fingers. He wasn't sure he wanted this, now. He had been attracted to Logan, even after finding out he was married. Logan had apparently wanted this, also. But, that hadn't helped the fact that he was obligating Logan into something he couldn't back out of.
Continuing the slow rhythm, Logan waited until Remy began dribbling sticky liquid from his blushing erection. He smiled and eased himself up onto the sofa, hovering over Remy's shivering body. "Are you ready for me?" He whispered.
A nod.
Logan slid the two fingers out, carefully, and placed his latexed manhood at the stretched hole. Kissing Remy's lips and licking tenderly to ask entrance, he pushed himself in only to stop and let the boy adjust. The kiss deepened on Remy's end, and slim, trembling hands held Logan's bare hips as he began moving again. "If this is too painful, tell me." He whispered between kisses.
Remy wasn't sure what to say. His mind screamed at him to relax and let it happen, yet his heart reminded him of his wife and son, each time he tensed. "Non. Don' stop, cher." He gasped and gritted his teeth as Logan's pace increased. Closing his eyes and trying his best to relax under the man who was now pressing his passions into Remy's subconscious. He panted again as Logan pushed himself deeper into the tightness. He felt unable to breathe at the closeness of the man atop him. However, he was thankful that it was Logan doing this, than Erik Lensherr.
The boy had begun to moan and mumble in his gutteral French/Spanish combination, and eventually pull Logan even deeper into him. Logan was being pulled into a pace too intense for him to hold back his pending orgasm. He, too, panted and longed for release. A hand lifted to Remy's soft hair and stroked it back from his ear. He licked the earlobe and whispered his intentions. "I'm gonna come, ok? Do you want me to pull out?" His free hand rested on Remy's right hip.
"Non. Stay. Sil vouz plait." Remy panted his whispers back.
"Okay. Come with me, then." Reaching between them to renew the soft
strokes on Remy's dribbling erection, he smiled and kissed the boy's tender
neck. He felt the boy's muscles tense around him. Pushing
in to the hilt, another squeeze and he came. His thumb rubbed the base
of Remy's erection as a pulsing started. Remy was releasing his own orgasm,
and holding tightly to Logan's hips.
As Logan pulled out, Remy let a tear fall from his eye. Before he could wipe it away, Logan had sat up and pulled the boy's relaxed and shivering body close to him. The tears were wiped away by a trembling hand he hadn't recognised as his own. Still, he snuggled into Logan and waited for his panting to cease before even attempting to speak.
Logan cleared his throat and soothed Remy's hair away from his face. "I'll clean you up, and take you back to the mansion. You'll be safe there, until we figure out how to deal with Lensherr. Will you let me do that?" His voice had been so calm to Remy's hurting ears. He was afraid to raise it any louder than whispers for fear of frightening the Cajun.
"Oui." Remy nodded and closed his eyes. He felt Logan's arms wrap around him. One under his drawn up legs, and the other supporting his back. He was cooling off, and beginning to feel cold.
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Logan sat Remy on the counter in the master bathroom's sink. Tending to the water temperatures, he started the shower and picked Remy up before both climbing into the sunk in bathtub/shower/spa. Yanking the clear curtain closed, Logan stood behind Remy and examined the boy's scratched and bruised back. His arms were next, and finally, he turned the boy around to examine the front. He knew there had been bruisings on the Cajun's thin legs and wrists, but as the water weighted the auburn hair down, the bruises on his neck were visible. "He did all this?"
"Oui. Some old, some new."
Logan growled.
Remy turned back around and reached for the Shampoo. Handing the green
bottle of coconut smelling liquid back, he cringed. Strong but gentle hands
began working the cool soap into his hair. He bowed his head and rinsed,
as he handed the conditioner back. Same green coloured bottle, with matching
coconut scent. Lifting his head back and waiting for Logan to place the
bottle behind him and work the white
puddle into Remy's hair, he closed his eyes and sighed. The hands and
massagings felt good.
Neither said a word as Remy rinsed his hair. Next was the body wash. After the sex, he had to admit, it felt strange to have his 'client' washing him. He turned and put his hand on Logan's wet furred chest. "I do dis, cher. Merci." He half smiled and reached for the soap and cloth that hung on the wall, from a plastic hook, under the showerhead.
Logan nodded and stepped back.
When Remy finished, Logan had to admit, he had never witnessed something so erotic in bathing. He let Remy step out and dry himself, before taking his own shower. The thoughts of Remy soaping his own body slowly, and gingerly, left him wanting more. The way the boy soaped the curvings of his hips and legs and limp manhood was about to give him another orgasm. Logan shook his head and continued. He washed his hair and soaped himself up with a fresh cloth that Remy handed him, before getting out and drying himself with a fresh towel the youth had left on the counter.
The bathroom door was open and Remy was now sitting on his bed. Some clean clothes lay folded on his toweled lap. As Logan came into the room, he looked up from the material of his shirt, and asked. "Y' help me?" He raised his hands to show Logan that he couldn't do it himself, and smiled as Logan nodded.
As Logan slid the boy's black jeans on, he noticed that Remy had fetched his clothes from the livingroom floor and placed them behind him on the queen-sized bed. He buttoned the long-sleeved white shirt and helped Remy slip into his socks and shoes before tieing them. Once Remy was dressed, he removed his own towel and began to dress himself.
Remy hung the towels up and waited for Logan to slip on his boots before leading the man back down the corridor to the livingroom. "We go t' de Mansion?"
Logan nodded and slipped on his jacket. "Yea. Get you looked at, and then deal with Lensherr. Sound good?"
"Oui." Remy nodded and smiled. "Merci, monsieur Logan."
"Don't mention it, kid. Come on. Let's get you safe." Logan wrapped
an arm around Remy's shoulders as they walked out of the penthouse and
down the long corridor to the elevator.
Ending is next.........