~ The Next Night ~

The kid had to have known he was there, that much was
obvious. The question when he had noticed Logan and how long he had
known he was there

Sighing irritably, Logan flipped through the channels on the
security monitor. The feeling that he should actually apologize to
someone was a new one for him and it was really throwing him for a
loop. The kid hadn't seemed angry when he'd left, but Logan still
wasn't sure that that meant that he could just pretend it hadn't
happened. And to make matters worse, he couldn't get the image of
the kid tied to the bed out of his head. Hopefully the Cajun would
be home soon so he could talk to him and straighten all this out.

~~~~~~~~~~

About half an hour later the kid finally came sashaying
through the door, looking quite pleased with himself. That probably
meant he'd been playing cards all night and had won big, as usual.
It also meant that he'd be in a good mood when Logan went to talk to
him, which was good…very good. Logan wanted him in the best mood
possible if he was going to try to humble himself and apologize.

Waiting until he was sure that the kid was going to hang
around downstairs for a while rather than going up to his room, Logan
left the security console and headed to the kitchen. Walking in, he
immediately went to the fridge to grab a beer…he needed a drink and
it gave him an excuse for being down there. He didn't want it to be
obvious that he'd been waiting for the kid to come home so that he
could apologize. He wasn't about to humble himself that much, he had
to draw the line somewhere.

The kid was sitting at the kitchen table, feet on the
tabletop, drinking a cup of coffee and looking supremely unworried.
That was a good sign, at least. Even in the dim light of the
kitchen, Logan could see the bruise darkening one knife-sharp
cheekbone from where Bella had slapped him. It looked…sexy… Logan
busied himself rummaging around in the fridge to hide his arousal.
Now wasn't the time to go getting himself all worked up…that was what
got him into trouble in the first place.

"'Ey, Logan," Remy said with a smile. Logan couldn't detect
any anger in the kid's voice…maybe he'd just been imagining that he'd
been caught spying. But no…there was no way, the kid had looked
right at him and winked!

"Hey, Gumbo. What the hell you doing down here this time of
the night?" Logan asked, pulling the cap off of his beer bottle with
his teeth.

"Jus' sittin'…not'in' else to do dis time of de night.
Besides, I t'ought you might come down here," the kid said, eyes
glowing mischievously in the low light of the kitchen.

"Yeah…about that, Rem… I'm sorry, I had no business being
down there…it's just…," Logan started, unsure of how to explain
himself.

"You ain't got not'in' to apologize for, homme, I ain't mad
at ya," Remy said, with an elegant shrug of the shoulders. "Did ya
enjoy yourself?"

Logan nearly spit his beer all over the floor at that, eyes
going wide in shock. He couldn't even bring himself to answer,
shocked into silence by the blatant shamelessness in the kid's
question.

"Jus' askin', dat's all…seemed to me dat you were enjoyin'
yourself. Ain't not'in' wrong wit' dat," Remy replied with a sly
grin.

"I…uh…," Logan started with a stammer, realizing with a shock
that someone had finally shocked him into silence, something he never
would have imagined possible. The kid wasn't messing with him,
either, he knew it and yet it was so hard to wrap his mind around
this turn of events.

Remy was watching him with an amused smirk, waiting for Logan
to say something or at least to come and sit down instead of standing
there with the refrigerator door open, looking like a fool. "Come on
and sit down, cher, I ain't gonna bite. Unless you want me to, dat
is…", Remy said with a grin.

Finally regaining control of himself, Logan shook his head
with an amused grin and pulled out one of the kitchen chairs, sitting
down with a grunt and taking a swig of his beer. "So ya aren't mad
about last night, huh?" he asked, still unable to believe that the
kid was taking it so well.

"Non. Should I be?" Remy asked, with a raise of one
elegantly arched eyebrow.

"Guess not…I just feel like it wasn't my business to be
snooping…," Logan started, staring at his beer bottle.

"Well, dere you go. You ain't got not'in' to be ashamed
about an' I ain't got not'in' to be mad about, problem solved," Remy
said, smirking.

Shaking his head with a disbelieving laugh, Logan allowed
himself to relax. There really wasn't anything to worry about; the
kid was fine with it and he'd thoroughly enjoyed himself, case
closed. "So you're really into that sort of thing, huh?" Logan
asked, trying to hide the thrill that the thought gave him.

"Oui. Been a long time, dough. Not too many femmes want t'
play dat way," Remy said with a sigh. Logan could smell the need
coming off of the kid at the mere thought of it.

"Why don't you go out to one of the clubs then? There're
plenty of `em around," Logan suggested. He didn't feel so out of
place now. He'd spent many a night talking with Remy about whatever
was currently bothering the kid, and he was getting back into the
rhythm of things with this discussion. If he tried, he could almost
forget why it was that they were having this conversation in the
first place. Almost.

"Don' want some stranger, cher. I ain't in it just for de
pain, it's more dan dat. Need someone who actually cares about me,
someone to make me feel safe. Don' work too well wit' someone I just
met and won't ever see again," Remy said with a careless shrug. It
was so hard to explain why he needed this and why he couldn't get it
from just anyone.

Trying to keep himself under control, Logan nodded. The way
the kid had looked at him just then…God. Logan couldn't shake the
feeling that Remy was, well…interested in him. Just the thought of
that was enough to bring his cock to full attention and he tried
desperately to sit still and not bring his dilemma to Remy's
attention.

Remy smirked, wondering inwardly if Logan had any idea that
he knew just how badly the other man wanted him. So far it seemed
that Logan hadn't picked up on it and Remy wasn't sure that he wanted
to tell him. He'd kept it a secret for so long that it seemed anti-
climactic to tell someone just so that he could get some action.
Logan obviously had no idea that no matter how successful he was at
hiding his interest physically, Remy could feel it; so intense it was
almost painful.

"What're you looking so smug for, bub?" Logan asked with a
half-hearted glare. He had the nagging feeling that Remy knew what
he was feeling somehow. He didn't know how, but it seemed like the
kid was picking up on it.

"Jus' wonderin' if you're gonna sit dere on your ass all
night and pretend you aren' interested or if you're gonna come over
here and take what you want," Remy said, with that Cheshire cat smile
that drove Logan crazy.

`All right, that's it. The kid asked for it...," Logan
thought before standing up and pulling Remy to his feet. He was
going to pound that ass so hard the kid wouldn't be able to sit down
come morning. He grinned savagely, sharp teeth glinting in the low
light as he took the boy by the hand and set off out of the room.

~~~~~~~~~~

Reaching Remy's room, Logan shouldered open the door and
pushed the kid in, kicking the door shut as he went, never once
taking his eyes off his prey. Remy was practically panting as Logan
shoved him up against the door and Logan could smell the arousal
coming off of him. "Stay," Logan commanded, moving off to rummage
through the toy box sitting by the bed.

Remy whimpered, leaning against the door, loving the thrill
of being controlled. It felt so natural to be under Logan's control
like this and Logan was so…powerful. Remy shivered in anticipation,
watching Logan's broad back as he dug through the box, setting aside
several things Remy couldn't see. Realizing he was breaking
discipline, he dropped his eyes back to the floor, shifting
impatiently, needing Logan near him.

Grabbing what he needed and depositing the rest of the toys
on the bed, Logan returned to where the boy was standing and snapped
his fingers, noting with a smile that the boy dropped to his knees
without a second's hesitation. His cock was already aching in
anticipation as he tipped the boy's chin up and fastened the wide
leather collar around it, hungrily noting the soft moan of pleasure
the boy made as it was fastened.

Remy looked incredible at his feet…submissive, beautiful and
infinitely fuckable. Unzipping his jeans with a groan of relief,
Logan let his aching cock spring free. "Open up, boy," Logan
growled, taking his cock in hand and nudging Remy's chin up so that
he was looking at him.

"Oui, Maître," Remy said softly, licking his lips hungrily
and eying Logan's cock.

"Did I tell you you could talk?" Logan snarled, smacking the
boy hard enough to make him lose his balance. Grabbing Remy's chin
and squeezing hard enough to make the boy whimper, Logan forced him
to meet his eyes. "Did I?"

"Non, Maître," Remy whispered, bowing his head, ashamed. He
was better trained than that and he knew it.

"You listen to me, boy. You want this, you gotta be good and
do what I tell you. That means no talking, you hear me?" Logan
growled, pushing the boy away roughly.

Remy nodded, tears starting in his ruby eyes. He hadn't
meant to disobey, it was just that he wanted this so badly…he needed
to show Logan how much he wanted it. He wanted to apologize, but he
couldn't, not unless Logan told him to. Remy resettled on his knees,
head bowed, tears streaking down his cheeks.

"It's alright, boy. Hush. You want this?" Logan asked
softly, stroking his dripping cock.

Not daring to look up, Remy nodded, eyes fixed on Logan's
boots. Did he want it? Dieu, he wanted it so bad it hurt. He could
feel the sharp hunger coming off of Logan and wanted desperately to
satisfy it. He could practically taste that hard cock in his mouth
and he didn't want to blow his only chance at it by being disobedient.

"Go on, boy," Logan whispered roughly, eyes fixed on the top
of Remy's tousled head.

Looking up at Logan and seeing nothing but approval, Remy
opened his mouth and moaned in pleasure as Logan fisted a hand in his
bangs and thrust deep. Suckling hungrily and moaning eagerly at each
pulse and throb from the swollen member in his mouth; Remy relaxed
and allowed Logan to set the pace. Soon the other man was thrusting
deep, hips moving faster and with less control, hand tugging at
Remy's bangs in time with his thrusts.

Remy could feel how close Logan was and suckled harder,
letting the other man take complete control of the rhythm. His own
cock was aching and he hoped desperately that Logan would be pleased
enough with him to fuck him before he left. Eager to show Logan how
obedient, and talented, he was, he pushed his empathy to the limit,
fueling Logan's desire with his own.

Groaning, Logan thrust harder and with less control.
Whatever it was that the kid was doing he never wanted it to stop, it
felt incredible, like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He knew
he was probably hurting the boy pulling on his hair so hard, but Remy
wasn't complaining and Logan wasn't about to stop, it felt too good
to be able to let go like this without worrying about overstepping
his bounds. Somehow, Logan knew the boy would let him do anything he
wanted to him and the pure intensity of that realization along with
that sinful mouth were enough to push him over the edge. Snarling
like a wild animal, teeth bared, Logan ruthlessly tightened his grip
on the boy's bangs, earning a pained whimper, and thrust deep,
shooting down the boy's throat in hard, throbbing spurts.

Panting for breath around the still-hard cock in his mouth,
nose pressed to Logan's stomach, Remy whimpered. He could feel the
ravenous hunger coming off of the older man and knew that Logan was
far from through with him. After a breathless eternity, Logan
loosened his grip on the boy's bangs and let him pull away, settling
on his knees at the older man's feet. Grinning savagely, Logan cast
a glance at the rest of the restraints he had left on the bed and
then to the boy kneeling at his feet. "Look up here, boy," Logan
growled, snapping his fingers to get Remy's attention. "Strip, then
get on the bed."

Quickly getting to his feet, Remy stripped off his clothes
quickly but gracefully, knowing he was being watched, and moved to
the mahogany four-poster bed, settling on his knees at the headboard,
cock dripping onto the velvet comforter. Standing by the side of the
bed, hands full of red silk, Logan let his eyes wander over the boy's
body. He looked incredible; sultry and wicked and sweetly
submissive; long bangs falling in front of properly downcast eyes,
hands folded in his lap, cock hard and dripping. The kid looked good
enough to eat and Logan was starving.

"Lie down and hold out your wrist, boy," Logan ordered
softly, not wanting to startle Remy. Taking the proffered wrist in
one powerful hand after the boy had moved to lie on his back, Logan
wrapped the red silk tie tightly and knotted it, checking to make
sure he wasn't cutting off the circulation before tying off the other
end to the headboard and doing the same with the other wrist. Logan
could tell it was taking all the will power the kid had to keep his
eyes lowered and his mouth shut and it was making him so hard he
could barely wait to take what was his, if only for the night.

Standing by the side of the bed, Logan let his eyes roam over
the hard body so pleasingly displayed on the bed. "What should I do
next, boy?", he asked with a feral grin, noting that the boy was
panting and fighting for composure. "Think I oughta fuck that sweet
ass of yours? You want that?"

"Oui, Maître. S'il vous plaît, t'encule moi," Remy panted,
eyes wide with desire before gasping in shock as Logan backhanded him
savagely across the face. He'd forgotten he wasn't allowed to talk…
how could he have been so stupid? Eyes wide in shock, breath coming
in short pants, he waited, terrified that Logan would leave him.

"That's your last chance, boy. From now on you follow my
rules or you're on your own. You hear me?" Logan snarled as the boy
reflexively tried to make himself smaller.

Nodding uncertainly, Remy tried to hold back the tears that
were threatening to run down his cheeks, ashamed with himself. It
would be his own fault if Logan decided he wasn't worth the trouble
and left him. Caught up in his own thoughts, he didn't notice that
Logan had moved onto the bed until the other man's lips were pressed
to his own in a savage, hungry kiss. Moaning softly, Remy kissed the
other man back with ardor, moaning as pulled away enough to move down
to nip and suck at the boy's hardened nipples. Biting his lip to
keep from begging, Remy moaned and writhed, desperate for more
sensation.

After several breathless moments, Logan pulled away, leaving
the boy whimpering in need and flushed with excitement. He could
smell the uncertainty on the kid; he was afraid of being abandoned
and Logan, by way of an answer to the unspoken question, pulled his
shirt over his head and tossed it across the room with a lascivious
grin, watching the expression on the boy's face go from uncertainty
to wide-eyed lust almost instantaneously.

Stepping out of his jeans, Logan knelt on the bed between the
boy's outstretched legs, hand stroking his dripping erection. "Gonna
fuck you now, boy. You ready?"

Nodding eagerly, Remy spread his legs wide in invitation,
knees drawn up. Dieu, he was ready…just the thought of that hard
cock in his ass was pushing him dangerously close to the edge.

Grinning at the boy's eagerness, Logan slicked his cock with
precum before twining his fingers with the boy's and pressing himself
against the long, lean body offered up to him so pleasingly.
Crushing his mouth to Remy's in a savage kiss he thrust in, groaning
raggedly and fighting for self-composure as the boy bucked and moaned
frantically.

Thrusting savagely, snarling like a wild animal, Logan fucked
Remy with reckless abandon, loving the way the boy's hips hitched up
to meet every thrust and the little panting wordless cries of
pleasure the boy made as he was taken so violently. With a snarl,
Logan sunk his teeth into the tender skin of the boy's neck, reveling
in the way the boy's hips hitched up into the pain and the way he
bared his neck in complete surrender, offering himself up to whatever
pain Logan chose to inflict upon him.

Logan could smell the boy's desperation. The kid was close,
right on the edge, and was barely restraining himself, waiting for
permission to come. "Come for me, boy. Now!", Logan snarled in
Remy's ear, thrusting savagely in time with his words.

Bucking up into Logan's thrusts, Remy surrendered thankfully
to Logan's command, biting his lip to keep himself from screaming,
tasting blood and coming in hard, throbbing spurts against Logan's
belly as the other man thrust deeper, harder and with less control.
Baring his neck in complete surrender, Remy pulled at the ties
holding his wrists and bucked harder, meeting Logan's thrusts with an
equal hunger and crying out in pleasure as the other man bit at his
collarbone, drawing blood with a hungry growl.

Logan moaned loudly, the boy's blood and submission and
pleasure all driving him harder and harder to the brink. Thrusting
harder and with no control, Logan buried his aching cock to the hilt
and exploded into orgasm, teeth clamping harder onto the boy's
collarbone, tasting blood and seeing red, body shuddering in bliss.

Endless moments later, Logan released his grip on the boy's
shoulder, licking at the wound before pressing a kiss to the boy's
pouty lips. Sleepily opening his ruby eyes, Remy smiled drowsily at
Logan, pupils dilated, flying high. "Go on to sleep, kiddo," Logan
whispered.

Pulling on his clothes, Logan took one last look at his boy.
The kid had fallen asleep almost as soon as Logan had tucked him in:
sprawled on his stomach, one arm hanging over the edge of the bed,
pouty lips slightly open, bangs falling in front of his eyes. He
looked like a sweet little kid, only the black eye and the bite marks
serving as reminders that looks can most definitely be deceiving.
Shaking his head with a laugh, Logan pulled on his shirt before
heading out the door.

"I love this job…"

END