Author: X_Tricks2000@yahoo.com

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Warning: BDSM, relatively mild this time.

"Logan, I'd like to see you my office after dinner, if I may." Charles spoke up
as they were all eating. Though his words were polite enough, the feeling
behind them was not. Remy felt the surge of irritation like an itch across his
skin as Logan shifted to glare at Ororo, lip lifted in a faint snarl.

Logan's old friend lifted her chin and stared hard at him and Remy's stomach
twisted at the anger between them. The entire table - the whole mansion - was
thick with hostility as Ororo and Logan butted heads. She'd approached him
twice, embarrassed and worried, asking questions Remy didn't know how to
answer. Ororo had also cornered Logan at least once - everyone had heard the
Canadian shouting curses and telling the 'bitch to mind her own damn business'
before he'd slammed out of the house and retreated to the state park for the
day. Remy had been terrified that he wouldn't come back, only the reassuring
jingle of the collar around his wrist had kept him from chasing after the
Canadian.

Remy had been trying to keep the peace, trying to reassure Ororo that nothing
was wrong, he wasn't being hurt but - he was scared. Scared that Logan would
leave him, that the rest of the team would punish Logan for giving Remy what he
wanted - scared that his savage lover would realize he wasn't worth the
trouble. Everyone saw the fear and drew the wrong conclusions. Logan was
frustrated and possessive and that meant Remy was walking around with a fair
share of bruises and bites. He didn't mind but no one believed him, except
Logan who knew very well how much he loved it.

Abruptly, he couldn't stand anymore and Remy shoved back his chair and headed
upstairs. He had to get out of here. He heard Logan's heavy tread behind him
but didn't slow down.

"Rem -" Logan caught up with him halfway up the second flight of stairs. He
pulled Remy to a halt.

Remy turned his face aside, breathing sharply through his nose. "Can't stand
dis no more, me."

"I'm sorry, pet." Logan murmured, brushing his fingers across Remy's lips.
"It's just fucked up. Damn -"

Remy glared at him. "Stormy's your friend, Logan. And she's Remy's too."

"Then she should know fuckin' better than t'think -" Logan snarled, dark eyes
snapping with frustration. He broke off and turned to glare down the stairs
where Ororo stood, watching them both with narrowed eyes. That was the worst of
it - Ororo was always watching them, making them both feel inhibited and under
observation. Remy knew it drove Logan absolutely nuts - reminded him of those
half-remembered years when he'd been nothing but a number and an experimental
subject.

Logan grunted and hauled Remy up the stairs, hand like a vise on his arm and
face knotted with anger. Remy didn't dare to look back at Ororo, though he
could feel her eyes on him. Logan pulled him into his room and shut the door.

"I can't get a fucking moment alone." Logan muttered, breathing hard. Remy
could feel him struggling to master his irritation.

Remy leaned against him, rubbing his cheek against his. Logan shifted, burying
his face in Remy's long hair and his arms went around the thief's narrow waist.
Remy shivered, hungry for Logan's touch but skittish of the irritation he could
still feel. Logan growled, feeling him tense and bit his neck, sucking to bring
up the blood. Remy groaned, squirming in his arms which only made Logan grip
him tighter. The thief panted, trying to relax but wasn't really able to get
into the moment. Ororo was nearby, he could sense it, and that made it
impossible to submit to Logan's demands - which only made Logan more frustrated.

"Fuck!" Logan pushed him away. Remy caught his breath and balance, dropping his
gaze to Logan's boots, ashamed of himself. He'd been better trained that this -
he was a good sub - he flushed then sank gracefully to his knees to kiss
Logan's belt buckle apologetically.

"Sorry, boss." Remy muttered, face pressed to Logan's crotch as his boss' heavy
hands wound through his hair, stroking him scalp firmly. Remy closed his eyes
and sighed.

"Nah - " Logan said irritably and tugged him back to his feet. "Y'got no reason
t'be sorry. Drop yer trousers."

Remy did what he was told, without question. Logan pushed him around and Remy
braced his arms on Logan's dresser. Hard hands pulled his hips back and Remy
wondered - beginning to get hard - if he was going to get fucked. No. Logan
left him to dig around in his chest of toys while Remy waited, chewing on his
lip. Logan's attention focused him, made him forget about Ororo - about
anything except pleasing his boss. Remy closed his eyes, waiting patiently. He
loved this.

His boss was back a moment later, pressing slick fingers into his ass. Remy
arched, then moaned, encouraged by the approval he felt from Logan. The touch
and firm probing felt good - welcome - he pushed his hips back. Logan chuckled,
calming down a bit as Remy shivered under his touch.

Remy whimpered as he felt the sudden hard, cold press of a rubber plug against
him. That wasn't what he wanted. He wanted Logan's cock - thick and hard -
driving into him. "Boss -"

"Relax and open up." Logan rumbled, spreading his cheeks firmly. "Chatty brat."

Remy felt the tip of the plug nudge him open and he whined, trying not to
squirm. He flushed, cock swelling despite himself as the cool rubber stretched
him, he felt open, receptive and deliciously invaded. The pressure exited him
as well as the sense of violation. The awareness of Logan's attention - that
fact that his boss could, and would, do this to him made Remy moan and arch
back. He knew he was displaying himself for Logan - displaying the way he was
filled and stretched. Remy was doing it because it pleased his boss and he
loved Logan's approval.

"That's m'pet." Logan patted his ass gently, turning him around and kissing
him. Remy leaned against him, jeans around his knees. His bare cock pressed
against the metal of Logan's belt buckle and he groaned, rubbing against the
shocking chill. "Now - y'get yerself fancied up and get yerself outta her fer a
while."

"Boss?"

"Y'heard me." Logan brushed Remy's hair back and kissed his forehead. "You take
yerself outta here - go on t'the Mirage. I'll meet up w'ya later on. I don't
want ya around when me and Chucky are goin' at it."

"But -" Logan ran a finger between Remy's cheeks, making the plug move
thrillingly inside him. "Y'remember who ya belong to. This don't come out and
y'don't let no one in yer pants. Got that?"

Remy nodded, swallowing. He blinked, feeling a bit like he was abandoning Logan
but at the same time, desperately grateful. "Remy can stay if you need him,
cher."

"I know that, pet." Logan smiled. "But I can handle Chucky and I want y'to have
a little time away from this place. But don't you go thinking y'can be a brat.
Got that? I'll find ya later."

"Ouai." Remy murmured, tipping his head to kiss Logan gently on the cheek.
"Remy wait for you."

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With the brat out of the house, Logan felt a hell of a lot more comfortable.
Remy took things too hard sometimes, with that empathy of his. Now he needed to
go knock some sense into Chucky. He paused to fish a cigar out of the humidor
tucked in the top drawer of his dresser, nip the end of and get it lit to his
satisfaction. The stink was soothing and Logan headed downstairs.

There was no sign of 'Ro when he pushed his way into the professor's office and
Chucky was safe behind his big mahogany desk. This wasn't a casual chat. Logan
dropped heavily into one of the antique chairs, rolling a pungent mouthful of
smoke before he sighed it out.

"Ya wanted to see me - here I am."

Charles sighed. "Logan, I'm not particularly interested in you personal life
except as it affects the school or the team."

Logan scowled. "It ain't my problem, it's someone else's prissy assed problem.
Don't see you bitchin' at them."

Charles folded his hands on the desk and studied him for a long moment. Pulse
quickening with incrusting frustration, Logan started him down.

"I'm worried, Logan." Charles finally said. "It isn't just the comfort issue,
I'm not going to police other people's morality. I'm concerned about Remy and
I'm concerned about the impact your - preferences - have on the children."

Logan's lips skinned back from his teeth. "What the hell you tryin' to say,
Chuckie."

Faint anger crossed Charles's face and his gray eyes hardened. "I'm saying that
- whatever Remy and you may be doing in private - it looks like abuse. I know
something of Remy's history and I'm concerned about his judgement."

"I know what he needs." Logan growled.

"You know what he'll take in order to get what he needs." Charles shot back,
voice sharpening.

Logan smirked, giving Charles a sharp toothed smile. "That too."

Muscles bunched in the professor's jawline and he dragged in a deep breath. "As
I said -"

"Y'said it wasn't yer business unless it affected the team." Logan interrupted.
"And it ain't - even with Scotty comin' down hard on him the kid's handling
things just fine. I been watchin and I ain't the only one. So you just pull
your snoot outta my business."

"As I said -" Charles raised his voice rarely but he despised being
interrupted. Which was why Logan had done it. If he was going to yank his chain
- Logan was going to yank back. "if it affects the school or the team it is my
business and it is."

"There are too many children here who've been abused. Seeing Remy sneaking out
of your room bleeding or bruised is not healthy - for anyone. Remy can be very
vulnerable, emotionally, with his empathic sensitivity -"

In a rush of rage, Logan sprang out his chair and slammed his fist on Charles'
desk. His vision narrowed dangerously, couldn't fucking believe what he was
hearing. "What the hell are you sayin' here Chuck? I ain't messing with the
kids - what two consenting adults do in the privacy of their own room is my own
fucking business. Hell - even the US supreme court finally caught a clue! Remy
ain't a kid neither - and he ain't so fucked up that he can't tell me to screw
off if he don't want what I got for him!"

"Logan, I don’t care that you and Remy have a sexual relationship. I care that
you are beating him bloody!"

Logan could only growl, he hadn't been beating Remy bloody - but he wanted to.
Charles looked suddenly ill and he jerked back. Looked like he caught something
of Logan's thoughts.

"That can't happen here." Charles snapped. "This is a school, not a - a -"

"Not what Chuck?" Logan leaned over the desk again, voice dropping to a shaking
whisper. "Not my home to? Am I just a guest here - don't toe the line and get
my ass thrown out like the slimy garbage you uptight bigots all think I am."

"What the hell you think, Chuck?" Logan asked. "Never said a word when Remy and
Rogue were makin' each other miserable. Everyone makin' jokes and bets like it
was funny to see 'em hurting. But what the hell - nice straight couple - and
the wounds they made didn't show on the skin. That healthy enough for ya?"

Logan pushed away from the desk, away from the professor's stony expression,
suddenly to tired to deal. "Yeah, well you can go fuck yourself. You and
everyone else here."

"Logan -"

He ignored the old man, slamming the door and stalking down the hall. He caught
a whiff of Ororo nearby and he snarled, rage rising up again. He spun around
and yelled down the hall. "And fuck you too you nosy bitch!"

TBC