`I hate this fucking job,' Logan thought for what seemed like
the millionth time. He'd only been on duty for a couple of hours and
already he felt like trashing the whole God damn security console.
There wasn't even so much as a TV to keep him entertained and he
couldn't amuse himself by spying on everyone in the mansion like he
would during the day because everyone was asleep…everyone except
Bobby who was on a snack run in the kitchen and Hank who was at work
in his lab, as always. …And Remy, but he wasn't home, and wouldn't
be until the sun was coming up, most likely.

Idly switching between channels on the security monitor and
absentmindedly carving a meaningless pattern in the console with one
wickedly sharp claw, Logan waited for morning to come or something
interesting to happen, whichever came first. With some luck, Remy'd
come home soon. As arrogant and irritating as the kid could be, he
made for good entertainment. `Easy on the eyes, too,' Logan thought
with a throaty chuckle.

Flipping through the security channels once again, Logan
found that his wish had been answered. Remy was just coming in the
front door, a little unsteady on his feet and looking decidedly
wasted. Using the security cameras to track the kid's path through
the house, Logan cursed as the kid entered his room and shut the
door, leaving Logan with a view of the now empty hallway.

"Figures," Logan muttered. No security cameras in the
residents' private rooms meant no entertainment and it'd be Logan's
luck that Remy would decide to actually go to bed for once rather
than spend the rest of the night prowling the mansion like he usually
did. Sighing, Logan leaned back in his chair and dejectedly watched
the slow play of the security channels across the monitor.

"I really hate this fucking job," Logan muttered, watching
the empty hallways and rooms on the monitor with half an eye. He was
about to give up and take a nap (it wasn't like anything important
was going to happen, anyway) when he got a second's glimpse of what
he was hoping for before the monitor changed to a view of another
empty hallway.

Quickly changing the monitor back to the view of the third
floor hallway, Logan grinned, teeth glinting in the light from the
monitors. `Now that's more like it,' Logan thought as he watched
Remy set off back down the hallway. Even if the kid didn't do
anything more than crash on the couch and watch TV for the rest of
the night, Logan was more than satisfied just to watch, the kid
looked that good. Barefoot in a pair of black leather pants and a
black dress shirt unbuttoned all the way to show off that perfect
washboard stomach. `Leave it to the Cajun to make sure he's drop
dead gorgeous even when there's no one to see it,' Logan thought with
a chuckle.

Watching the kid's path through the mansion, Logan had a good
idea of where he was headed. The Danger Room. It wasn't uncommon
for Remy to spend time in the Danger Room at night, even though it
was technically off limits except during the day with someone to
supervise. Of course, Remy wasn't the type to follow the rules and
often took advantage of the peace and quiet at night to train or to
practice his thieving skills, either one of which made for good
entertainment for Logan.

Logan wasn't worried about missing anything if he left his
security post and wasn't about to miss out on watching the kid's
Danger Room session…and besides, someone should really keep an eye on
him, right? `Well, that settles that,' Logan thought with a sharp-
toothed grin and set out for the Danger Room, keeping his pace
deliberately slow so that he would make it there well after the kid
did and could watch unnoticed. It was hard to sneak up on a thief,
but Remy was usually so focused on his work that he wasn't aware of
anything else around him.

Entering the Danger Room control room and shutting the door
quietly behind him, Logan immediately went to the window overlooking
the Danger Room and froze, eyes going wide and mouth watering. This
certainly wasn't Remy's usual routine, but Logan wasn't about to
complain about that…not with such an erotic sight reaching him.
Without taking his eyes off the scene below him, Logan pulled up one
of the console chairs and sat down heavily, reminding himself to
breathe.

Even thought he'd never been there, he recognized Remy's
bedroom in his family's house in New Orleans, there was just
something unmistakable about it in the same way that there was no
mistaking the woman currently standing by the big four-poster bed:
Bella Donna, Remy's wife. Watching with hungry eyes, Logan wasn't
sure who was more appealing: Bella in her leather corset and pants
and knee-high stiletto boots, all cleavage and curves and deadly
beauty or Remy, kneeling at her feet, hands folded in his lap and
eyes downcast, all long lines, hard muscles and angelic features. If
it would have been any man other than Remy there would have been no
contest, but it was Remy, and Logan found that his eyes were drawn to
the sweetly submissive picture the boy made rather than to the boy's
wife.

Leaning on the console, Logan drew in a shaky breath and
watched the scene playing out in the room below. Bella was circling
the kid now, whispering something Logan couldn't hear. Whatever it
was she was saying, it was apparently having its intended effect
because the boy's cheeks were flushed and Logan could see the bulge
in the front of his pants even from the control room.

~~~~~~~~~~

Resuming her place in front of her husband, Bella Donna reached down
with one leather-gloved hand and tipped the boy's chin up. "These
are the rules, pet. Pay attention. You will do what I say when I
say it. You will not come without permission. You will not speak
unless spoken to. `Yes, Mistress' or `No, Mistress' will suffice.
Understood?"

"Oui, Maîtresse," Remy replied, returning his gaze to her boots.

"Good boy. Now, you know what I want, don't you?"

Remy nodded.

~~~~~~~~~~

Logan felt his cock throb in anticipation as he watched the
kid's eager nod. Whatever it was, he could practically taste the
desire coming off the boy, and he couldn't wait to see what it was
that Bella expected of the kid. Attention riveted on the two figures
in the flickering candlelight, Logan unzipped his jeans with a groan
of relief, aching cock springing free.

~~~~~~~~~~

At the snap of Bella's fingers, Remy set to work stripping
her boots and pants off with practiced skill, purring contentedly as
Bella grabbed a handful of his hair to steady herself. He'd missed
this so much, it was just what he needed. Whimpering softly, Remy
resumed his earlier position, shifting restlessly on his knees, cock
pressing uncomfortably against the front of his pants.

"Up, pet. On the bed," Bella ordered, tugging Remy's bangs
to be sure she had his attention.

~~~~~~~~~~

Cock in hand, Logan groaned softly as he watched the boy get
to his feet and settle on the bed, looking sultry and so painfully
beautiful that Logan felt like he was going to lose it right then and
there.

Forcing himself to calm down and wait, Logan stroked his cock
lightly, panting. He'd give anything to be in Bella's place right
then, just the thought of getting his hands on that luscious body was
making so hot he could barely wait to find out what would happen next.

~~~~~~~~~~

Settling on his knees at the head of the bed, Remy waited impatiently
as Bella moved off to rummage through to toy box in the corner of the
room. Desperately wanting to know what she was looking for but not
daring to break discipline and raise his eyes, Remy whimpered and
shifted again.

"Give me your wrist, pet," Bella purred, hands full of red silk and
black leather.

Panting, Remy raised his arm and waited for the cool touch of the
silk around his wrist. In typical Bella fashion, she was taking her
time, purposely making him wait for what he wanted so badly. At
times like this he both loved her and hated her and wouldn't have it
any other way.

Taking the proffered wrist in one crimson-nailed hand, Bella pushed
up the sleeve of the boy's shirt and quickly tied the red silk firmly
around it, pulling Remy's arm to the headboard where she tied off the
other end before moving to the opposite side of the bed and doing to
same so that the boy was left kneeling with his arms outstretched,
unable to move.

~~~~~~~~~~

Hand moving in a quick rhythm up and down his aching shaft,
Logan watched, panting, as the girl moved to sit on the bed in front
of Remy, long legs tucked under her ass, giving Logan a nice side
view of that unbelievable cleavage. What he was really interested
in, though, was that hot, hard body currently tied to the bed.

So far, the boy hadn't made any sign of being aware of Logan
watching him and Logan hoped like hell that it would stay that way.
To judge by the look on the kid's face, he was too far into his own
little world to notice, so Logan had a good feeling that he'd be able
to watch to his heart's content without the kid noticing at all.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Chin up, pet," Bella ordered softly, hands full of black
leather.

Lifting his chin, Remy bit his lip as the heavy black leather
collar was fastened around his throat and buckled. God, he'd missed
this…the feel of leather around his throat, of being held down, being
overpowered, being…loved. He'd needed this so badly and it had been
far too long since he'd experienced the pleasure of pain.

Leaning back on her heels with a murmur of approval, Bella
reached a hand down to rub the rock hard bulge in the front of her
husband's leather pants before unzipping them and letting his weeping
erection spring free, earning a strangled moan and a desperate rise
of the hips as Remy fought to remain quiet.

~~~~~~~~~~

Hand frozen on his straining cock, Logan watched, mouth
watering, as Bella moved to straddle the kid's hips, guiding his
straining erection into her wetness, head thrown back in
pleasure. "Fuck, Rems, you feel so good…," she moaned, eyes falling
closed.

Groaning, Logan matched his rhythm to the rhythm of her hips,
watching hungrily as she set a hard pace, grabbing onto the headboard
for more leverage as she rode the boy. Logan could tell it was
taking everything Remy had to keep from screaming, he could see it in
the kid's face. Somehow that frantic struggle for self-control made
him even more beautiful and Logan felt his own orgasm building as he
watched their frantic lovemaking.

~~~~~~~~~~

Bella was right on the verge of an orgasm herself; moans
rising in volume, cheeks flushed, hips moving faster and with less
control and Remy was right behind her and quickly losing his battle
for self-control. Biting his lip until it bled, Remy whimpered and
bucked as hard as he could into her wetness. Desperate for his wife
to indulge his need for pain, and unable to wait any longer, Remy
broke, begging. "S'il vous plaît, Bella! Need it, please!"

Remy had hardly gotten the last word out of his mouth before
Bella slapped him hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs, but
his disobedience had gotten him what he'd needed, the pain of the
strike driving him over the brink into mind-numbing pleasure as he
exploded into screaming orgasm, Bella's climax hitting her almost
simultaneously.

~~~~~~~~~~

Logan could practically feel the slap Bella cracked across
the boy's cheek it was so loud, but it was the sound of the boy's
screams of pleasure as he climaxed that pushed Logan over the brink:
coming so hard it hurt, coating his fist with cum, groaning in relief.

~~~~~~~~~~

Remy moaned softly in satisfaction as Bella eased off of him
and set about untying his wrists and pulling her clothes back on.
Giving her one last kiss, he waited until she was out the bedroom
door before ordering the computer to end the simulation. The need
for sleep was getting the better of him and he was ready to crawl
into bed and stay there until lunch.

Starting out of the room, Remy glanced up at Logan in the
control booth and winked before heading out the door…