AUTHOR: SisterWine
RATING: R- NC-17
PAIRING: Logan/Remy, Remy/Storm
WARNINGS: Mild Violence, Death, Grossness, AU
DISCLAIMERS: THE X-MEN ARE NOT MINE. I DON'T OWN THEM, NOR DO I SELL MY STORIES TO ANYONE. THIS IS MERELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT. X-MEN ARE COPYRIGHTED BY MARVEL COMICS AND 20th CENTURY FOX.
SUMMARY: Remy LeBeau is a pirate, in the year 1681. He is at war with other pirates/bounty hunters who want his head and the reward (up to 1,000 pounds). Managing to overthrow one ship and taking the captain prisoner, he finds a little more than he can handle. (NOTE: The other characters in the story are mine. Those that are attached to X-men likenesses, belong to Marvel).
 

Remy sat tied to an armed, wooden, high-backed chair in the middle of the room. Logan paced and smirked in front of him. Logan had made sure the ropes were tight so that Remy was unable to move his hands. There was a silent debate between Logan and himself over gagging Remy so that his ears wouldn't be filled with endless chatter. However, he decided to leave it off in case the snot had something constructive to say, such as an apology.

Logan took his sword by the blade, near the handle, and stabbed it into the door in anger. He growled and glared at Remy, but the boy merely smiled back at him. Remy hadn't fought him, hadn't even squirmed. He simply sat down in the chair and waited to be tied up by the growling, burly man. This angered Logan in a sense that he had wanted Remy to squirm, or put up some sort of resistance.

"Y' wan' t' hear Remy say somet'ing, oui, mon brave?"

"Shut up."

"Logan... c'mon, cher. Past is past, non?"

"I said, shut the fuck up!" Logan growled even louder and released his claws as he approached the calm young man. "You set me up, and the only thing you can think of to say, is 'Past is past?' Thanks to you, I've had to go into hidin because the Spanish armada has teamed up with the
French AND the Jamacans to hunt for me." He grabbed the back of Remy's head and pulled at the soft auburn hair.

"But dere's a way out of it, oui?" Remy gulped but remained passive.

Logan smiled chesirely. "Oh, yea. There's away outta it."

Raising an eyebrow, Remy asked. "How?"

"You, loverboy. See, the Jamacan government gave me 30 days to deliver you, or your head, in order to clear my name." He let go and sat back, on the table in front of Remy. He took something out of a pouch and started playing with it, before rolling it in his fingers. "So, I thought we'd have us a time on the way back to that shabby little island. That way, when we get there, there won't be so much tears and sappy hangings on. I'll get my bounty and ship while you-- well, you'll be swingin from the gallows. Sound good to you, squeaker?"

Remy was silent.

"I thought so." Logan smirked and lit a cigar he had been toying with during the explanation.

Remy cleared his throat. "Logan, y' weren' de only one in dat prison.

Logan blew smoke into Remy's face and leaned in closer. "I remember. I also remember that you fucked the guards, the other lonely inmates, as well as the god-damned Duke in order to insure
your safety. We all do what we have to in order to survive, Remy. Although, I don't remember that rule ever applying to letting your friend die in prison, alone."

"Y' t'ink I'm glad I did what I did? Hey? I came back f'r ya. But, y' wanted de money more dan
me." Remy glared. "Don' blame dis on Remy. Yo'r fault f'e gettin caught, 'gain, cher."

Logan puffed and backhanded Remy across his right cheek.

Remy kept his head turned to the left as blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth. He smirked and turned back to look at Logan. "Cher, if y' jealous, y' could untie me an' we settle de score, neh? Or..." Remy struggled slightly. He squirmed mostly, but after a moment was able to free himself
and toss the ropes at Logan. Reaching down to untie his legs from the chair, he stood up and
moved closer to Logan and embraced him. "Y' really gonna turn Remy in, cher? We could go t' England an' disappear. Dey never fine us. Eh?" Thin arms wrapped carefully around Logan's shoulders. Slender lips brushed Logan's collarbone and neck.

Strong hands grabbed boney shoulders and pushed the kid back, away from him. Claws released again while still holding onto the kid's arms. "Yea. I'm really gonna turn you in. Only fair. And since the chair aint gonna hold you, maybe I should toss ya down below and let my crew have ya. Wouldn't that be fun?" Logan smirked and watched in amusement as Remy's eyes widened with the fear that he might do it.

"Non. Remy behave." A panicked whisper arose from the kid as he sat back down in the chair.

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The ship jerked and started moving.

Logan had been laying on his bed, with his eyes closed. His ears picked up everything the kid did and didn't do. He stretched out with his hands behind his head, and his legs crossed at the ankles. He smirked when Remy shifted uneasily. He hadn't bothered retieing the kid, so he let him sit in the chair.

"Logan?" Remy half-whispered in a shakey tone.

"What?"

"I- uh,.... I have t' go."

Logan hadn't opened his eyes. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, he gave a short growl in annoyance before moving to kick an empty wooden bucket over to the chair. "Try not to miss. Or, you'll clean it up."

Remy scoffed silently. "Mon Dieu!" He cursed under his breath.

"Suit yerself then. You'll hafta hold it for a few days. Prisoners lose privacy." Logan locked eyes with Remy. He could easily see the wave of uncertainty wash over the kid. His eyes watched every movement the kid made. Picking up the bucket and staring at it. Remy had his back to Logan, as he sat in the chair, but turned around to see Logan smiling at him.

"Tu es ganz la merde, Logan!"

Logan winked at the boy and turned his attentions back to his nap. A few seconds later, he heard a small sound as the boy went into the bucket. "You can empty it out the window. Don't try anything stupid, either, or you'll be sittin below, in your own piss till we dock." Not even opening his eyes as Remy had finished and stood at the end of the bed, holding the bucket by the rope handle.

Remy opened the window and paused for a moment. Smirking, he tossed the entire bucket out of the window. He blinked and staggered back as Logan jumped up and pushed him back against the wall. "We even, non?"

Logan growled. "That was very stupid, kid."

Remy only smiled.

Logan was about to say something when a pounding on the door interrupted. "What?!" He held Remy to the wall and stared at him, not bothering to turn his head to see the door burst open and two men barrel through the doorway.

"Captain, the ship is under attack!" Both said in unison.

"By who?" Logan growled and reamined focused on his captive.

"Him." One said and pointed to Remy.

Narrowing his eyes, and thinking, Logan pulled the kid away from the wall and hauled him out of the room by the arm. He made his way to the stern of the ship and released his left hand's claws
and placed them at Remy's throat. He could see a woman holding a looking glass up to see him. He watched her lower it and call to the crew to cease persuit. "Your bitch isn't as stupid as I thought she was." Grabbing Remy by the hair, he pulled him back into the room and told the crew to speed up.

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Minutes later, a loud crash disturbed them. Logan had Remy sprawled out on the hard wooden table, struggling.

Another knock at the door and a muffled scream behind it. "Captain!! Captain! The ship--!! The Gambler's Spice has fired their canon. Captain!"

"I hear it! Don't just whine to me, fire back!" Logan roared.

"My crew ain't gon' leave me wit' you, cher. Stormy takes it personal when y' int'rrup' sex wit' Remy." Remy smirked.

Logan came nose to nose with Remy and glared at him. "Shut up."

Another boom and an even louder crash was enough to knock them both off of the table, and onto the floor. They toppled and rolled a few times to end up with Remy pinning Logan to the cluttered floor. He smiled down at his captor, and then scampered to his feet and ran for the door.

A voice whispered to him as Remy opened the door and stepped out. His head shot up, and he gasped and smiled as a familiar face loomed from above the doorway. "Tristan, how'd y' get ont' de ship?" He asked as he was pulled up onto the roof of the cabin.

"Shhh, I snuck on while Logan was busy with you. Did you two kiss and make up, Captain?" Tristan laughed and nudged Remy to the other side of the roof, for a better escape. "Come, we haven't much time before he comes after us."

"Too late." Logan growled as pulled himself up onto the roof.

Remy backed up until he nearly slid off. He grabbed Tristan's arm and told him to jump off the roof and make a run for it.

Another canon blast left them no choice. As the canonball crashed through a piece of the deck, and Logan's crew went every which way, Remy and Tristan did just as Remy said. As Logan was thrown forward, Remy pulled Tristan to the side and off of the roof, landing in a tangled heap on the deck.

Logan had gotten up and dove off the roof to chase his prisoners down. He'd strangle Remy for destroying his ship. And Tristan would pay for sneaking onto the ship while he hadn't noticed. Logan chased them as they ran to the back of the ship and up onto the rail to jump. He watched as Remy and Tristan dove into the icy waters below. Logan, himself, ran to the rail and looked over
the side.

A distant sound from Gambler's Spice told him the attack wasn't over. "Aw, Hell!" Logan cursed and jumped overboard to catch Remy. Just in time, as several canonballs pelted the deck and
started flooding the insides.

Storm and Will were in a smaller boat and rushed to rescue Remy and Tristan from the waters. Meeting them half way, Will managed to pull both men into the boat, and stop as he spotted Logan. A board from the ship had been blasted off, and knocked Logan unconscious.

"What should we do with him, Captain?" Will, a scruffy looking man with a long and furry black mop of hair, asked. Will was not nearly as old as Tristan, but older than Remy. He was shorter than Remy by a few inches, and more muscular. His voice was like sandpaper, but he was silent and an excellant worker.

Remy looked at Logan, floating there, and pondered. "Bring him in. An' have de crew gather his. Keep dem below until we reach de nearest island."

"Aye sir."
 

TBC......