Author: Xantissa
Disclaimer: X-men belong to Marvel. Seena and Liam are mine.
Rating: NC-17 (sexual situations, brother/sister relationship)
Warnings: Seena and Liam are twins. They are characters from the story I wrote few years ago. Liam is an illusionist, can manipulate peoples mind almost like telepaths, Seena has minor precognition skills. She and Liam have a kind of mental link. In the original story Liam was obsessed with his sister, forcing her to leave home. But she wasn’t innocent either.
The plot: there I must admit that the idea isn’t mine. It’s Dee’s. I started thinking about it when she posted her Objects – a fabulous story J. Hope you like what I have done with it.
Archive: it’s yours Lu, anybody else just let me know.
Feedback: if you want the next part…
 

Chapter 1
 

He watched Remy through the rear view mirror.  He was dressed in black.  Always black.  Expensive, leather pants that hugged his body like a second skin and a silk, black shirt with a single silver dragon on the left side.  The first three buttons were open exposing soft, tanned skin.  One ear pierced and a long, shiny silver earring hanging from it.  The piece of jewelry catches the light once in a while, gleaming in the dark interior of the limousine.

Logan kept his focus on the road but part of his mind just can’t stop watching the beautiful man in the rear seat.

He remembered how it all started.  He got this job thinking that it would be an easy way of earning a considerable sum of money.  His friend, an ex-soldier like him, told him about this job as a driver.  However, he was planning on leaving New York and needed to find someone he trusted to fill his place.  So he asked Logan.

He said it wasn’t anything illegal.  No drugs, no killers, because he knew Logan would never agree to protect a narcotic dealer.  He hated them with a vengeance.  No.  He assured him there would be no such things, however he mustn’t, under any circumstances, tell what and who he saw while driving his “Boss”.

He didn’t expect the “Boss” to be such a young, beautiful sexy man.  He had been driving him for a week now and understood what the kid was doing for living.  He took him to elegant, often remote places and waited for him, usually till morning.  And when the kid came back he REEKED of sex.

Today was going to be different.  When he opened the door for the kid, he stopped and looked at him, maybe for the very first time.

The auburn haired man still had his shades on. Thinking of it, now, Logan realized that he never even SAW his eyes.

The young man looked at him for a long moment, so handsome and beautiful even in the sunset light that it nearly took Logan’s breath away.

“Today … dere will be people wid me in de limo,” he hesitated for a moment.  “You shouldn’t remember ever seeing them.  Not together.  Not at all.”

Logan nodded his head.  He knew how to keep his mouth shut and as long as there wasn’t anything suspicious going on he would be as good as blind.

He closed the door and turned to circle the car.  He had a feeling that the always hidden eyes were staring at him, but the mirrored glass prevented him from seeing anything.

He was snapped back to reality by a car horn.  He slowed a little, to make sure there was no trap ahead, his honed* senses on full alert.  His friend warned him that the kid HAD enemies, sometimes dangerous ones.

But there was no threat so he sped up again.  His gaze went to the rear view mirror almost on instinct and he was surprised to have his gaze caught.

“You shouldn’t worry dat much, mon ami. It no good.”

“Better than having you killed.”

He watched that sharp face, beautiful yet extremely male and wondered why he gave him so much attention?  He noticed the sly smile, just a curve of his lips that concealed something bitter, and then it was all gone.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, cher …” murmured the Cajun softly, not realizing that Logan COULD hear him.

Logan’s senses told him that the kid was a mutant but he hadn’t seen his mutation yet.  He suspected it had something to do with his eyes.  The kid had known Logan was a mutant, but hadn’t asked either.

He breathed deeply, scenting the air.  He caught himself doing that often around the kid.  His scent was just so … captivating.  Always different, always changing. And when his face rarely showed emotions, his scent told him everything.  Right now the kid smelled of curiosity, arousal … and mild fear.  And Logan knew enough already to know that didn’t happen often.  Usually, when going to a client, he smelled of determination, sometimes apprehension, but never fear.

Now however the mix of feelings was strangely intense.  And the fear played a major part in it.

“Logan?”

“Yes?”

“If I wanted my client to … stop … today, don’t interfere, don’t listen.”
 

Logan sucked air with a hiss and then let it go slowly, trying to calm himself.  It wasn’t sounding good.

He nodded, not wanting to promise too much.

Soon they were at the meeting place.  In a narrow, barely lit alley another black limo waited.  Logan stopped the car and got out, carefully scanning the surroundings.  He sensed two people hidden in the shadows of the old buildings.  Then the other driver got out and did pretty much the same as Logan, checked to see if everything was okay.  Logan could tell it was a professional.  Then the back door was opened and their “date” got out of the car.  Logan was surprised to see someone so young.  Maybe 26, maybe even younger.  Tall, lean … lithe body with the strong muscles of a dancer.  Dressed in black, a probably insanely expensive suit judging on how it was looking on him, the man moved with predatory grace.  Black hair slightly too long, falling in front of his eyes every so often and hiding the most fierce green eyes Logan had ever seen.

There was strange feeling of power around the young man.  Logan opened the door for him and waited patiently until he got in.  His nostrils caught his smell and he knew that the man was a mutant.  But what’s more he FELT the strange tingling on the edge of his mind.  It was dark and unpleasant.  He began to understand what Remy was afraid of.

Finally, he closed the door and circled the car to sit behind the wheel.  He started the engine and directed the car to the next meeting point.

He changed the mirror’s position so that he could watch what was happening in the back, but none of his passengers could see him doing it.

“Take the glasses off,” said a deep, velvet voice with a strange, foreign accent.

Logan saw Remy hesitate for a moment then follow the order.  The red on black eyes glowed slightly in the dark interior.

He saw the way the stranger looked at Remy, taking in his whole, sensual appearance.  Suddenly the black haired man leaned back, seemingly relaxed but his green gaze was fixed on Remy.

Logan felt the tugging at his mind again and was sure the man was some kind of psi.  He smelled the fear on the young Cajun, but nothing of it showed on the outside.

“Come here,” demanded the man and slowly Remy complied, inching his way towards the exotic man.

Logan heard Remy’s gasp when the stranger’s hand shot suddenly forward and tangled in the soft auburn mass of hair, pulling the Cajun closer.

Looking into the mirror, Logan could see perfectly the way the strangers lips possessed Remy’s.  The way the kid melted into the kiss, pressing his graceful body into the other man’s chest.  The way his head was thrown back, eyes closed and the pale hand still tangled in his auburn hair, forcing him into submission.  There was no question who was the Alpha male here.

When Logan heard the helpless whimper from the kid, he felt his own cock react.  The sounds and the scent of pheromones in the air was enough to make him hard.

He gripped the wheel tighter and tried to focus on the road, not the sexy scene behind him.  Although he averted his eyes, he still could hear the wet, soft sounds of a passionate kiss, the quickening breathing, the whisper of cloth against cloth.  He wanted to look but the venomous feeling inside his chest told him not to.  He was being jealous and he knew it.  He always had an attitude and it didn’t take much to turn him feral, so he decided it was better not to look.

The sounds and scents were maddening.  He heard quiet panting and then the sound of buttons being opened one by one.

He was nearly growling when they finally got to the second stop.  A large, nearly empty, parking lot with a similar black limo and several guards scattered around.

The whole procedure was repeated, getting out, checking, and waiting for the passenger.

This time it was a woman and the mere image of the threesome made his cock even harder.

The woman was tall and had incredible legs, however, a large, black hood hid her face.  When she came closer to Logan, a gust of wind suddenly brushed her hood back.

Logan couldn’t restrain a sharp intake of breath.  She was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.  Long, silky, black as a midnight sky hair and fierce, hard green eyes almost shining in the dark.  She and the man inside the car were obviously twins.  The same bone structure, build and facial lines.  In the first minute, Logan sensed that there was nothing soft, nor gentle in her.  Not even a trace of submission.  She was a predator, just like her brother.

When he opened the door, they both stilled for a moment.  The sight was enough to freeze them both in place.

Inside, kneeling between the spread legs of the stranger, Remy was slowly licking the man’s exposed chest.  His wet, pink tongue was trailing along the lines of an incredible tattoo that almost covered the whole right side of the man’s chest.

The stranger had his head thrown back, black hair spilled on the beige seat, his long fingers entwined in the mass of auburn hair.  He was beautiful in a kind of sharp, predatory way.

But the mere sight of Remy, kneeling there with his eyes closed, hands resting on the muscular thighs of the stranger and that tongue darting out to lick and taste was enough to make Logan shiver.  He imagined what it would be like to be in the place of the stranger.  To have Remy between his legs, on his knees, his mouth so tightly wrapped around one hard nipple …

“Liam …” the woman called softly, her voice as velvet as her brother’s but more controlled, more … cold?

The green eyes snapped open and looked straight into equally emerald ones. Something so intense, so fierce, nearly painful was in those eyes that even Logan felt uneasy, as if he was witnessing something elementally personal.

“Seena,” a husky, breathless whisper.

They were staring into each others eyes, no one seemed to notice the kid still caressing Liam.

Finally, the twins broke their staring contest and the man looked down, at a completely lost Remy.

He used the longish, auburn hair to tilt his head back, exposing his throat and face to Seena.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” He asked, leaning down to kiss the wet, lightly swollen lips. “Such a sensual creature …”

Remy’s eyes were open but unfocused and heavy lidded.  He looked as if he was drugged but Logan couldn’t smell anything on him.

The kid shivered, allowing the man to tilt his head even further so that he was fully exposed, from the graceful arch of the delicate neck, through the wide arms, hard chest, flat, muscled stomach to the tight leather pants clearly showing his arousal.

Logan felt odd not being able to smell the reaction of the woman beside him.  Liam was obviously aroused, as well as Remy but she was a mystery.  Face calm, controlled, not showing any emotions, even her scent was controlled.  Logan thought about just how cold she must be to be able to control her body to such a degree?

The tingling on his mind repeated and now he was sure that Liam was somewhat messing with the kid’s mind.  Now he also suspected that there must have been some low-psi connection between the twins, when the tingling became stronger.

Finally the woman got into the car and Logan closed the door trying to compose himself.  Arousal and jealousy were two things he didn’t want to think about right now.
 
When he started the engine he couldn’t stop himself from looking into the rear view mirror.  The need was stronger than him.  What he saw turned his cock rock hard.

Remy was sitting on the soft seat between the two strangers, whimpering quietly when two sets of hands touched him, stroked his chest, trailed along his face, and massaged his taut stomach.

The woman tilted his head in her direction and kissed him passionately while Liam started unbuttoning the kid’s tight leather pants freeing his long, dark cock.

He could easily hear the relieved sigh that left the Cajun’s mouth, see his hands roaming the beautiful female body and stroking the breasts hidden under the fine cloth.

Liam’s hands massaged Remy’s stomach for a moment and then slid to the needing manhood.  He closed his hand around it and Remy arched his body nearly off of the seat and moaned loudly breaking the kiss.

Seena didn’t seem to mind and kissed his neck, sucking at the tender skin before fastening her teeth just above the pulsating vein on Remy’s neck.

The kid whimpered loudly, coming back down onto the seat, then a second dark head leaned closer and a second set of teeth bit on the opposite side of the kid’s neck.  Remy screamed arching his body.

The woman was obviously feral, despite her outside calm, but the man was vicious.  He bit hard enough to draw blood, which Logan could easily smell as well as a sudden increase in Remy’s arousal.

The sight was driving him insane, two beautiful twins on either side of the Cajun.  The kid dressed completely in back, only his pants open allowing the hard cock to stand proud and needing.  Delicate, almost gentle hands roaming his body.  Finally the man closed his hand on Remy’s member and stroked him, drawing muffled sounds from the kid.

Liam kissed the kid, forcing him to focus all his attention on him and simultaneously took something from his pocket and laid it on his stomach.  When he took his hand away, the female picked up the object and hid it in her hand.

It was only then that Logan realized that the twins never touched each other. They touched Remy, shared his body in perfect unison but never touched each other.

When the kid was completely lost in the kiss, Seena moved.  Logan saw what she had in her hand when she took the hard cock in her emerald green nailed hand, the color exactly matching her eyes, and started fitting a cock ring onto it.

Remy arched and squirmed in protest, but a hard, demanding mouth and fierce tongue took complete possession of him.

Logan nearly drove off the road when he heard a muffled scream, the woman had leaned over and given the imprisoned cock one long lick.

When she moved back, the man’s hand came back to stroke the kid, who would now not be able to come until the cock ring was removed.

Liam broke the kiss and bent his head, sucking at the tender neck for a moment before whispering straight to the kid’s ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you boy … hard and fast and when I finish you still be hard. Seena will watch you all the time, touch you, kiss you … it is she, who is in control of you.  You are here only for her pleasure boy … She put the cock ring on you and only she can take it off.  You hear me?  She will watch me taking you, and I’ll watch you taking her … and then maybe, we will allow you to come.”

The heated whisper caused Remy to shiver uncontrollably.  Logan only gritted his teeth.  His enhanced senses were sometimes a blessing, and sometimes a curse. He really didn’t want to hear what Liam was whispering into the boy’s ear.

Logan wasn’t sure what he felt when they finally reached their destination, a small house, far away from any big roads, not to mention any other buildings.

Logan took a deep breath and got out of the car to open the passenger door.
When he did it, Remy was dressed again, but the look on his face – such total abandon and lust - was something he just couldn’t take his eyes off.

All three of them got out and headed for the door.  Liam stayed behind, Remy obviously following the woman.

When they were near the wall, the kid suddenly took the woman by the arm and pushed her against it, then pressed his whole body into her and kissed.  Logan saw the way her long fingers entwined in the auburn hair drawing him closer, allowing him to grind his hard, and trapped member into her soft belly.

Logan heard Liam growl quietly, watching Remy take the initiative.  The dark haired man, still standing beside Logan watched the pair carefully with amazing emerald eyes.  He fished a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with a quick move of his wrist.

The red glow gave his face an even more predatory look.  His eyes so focused on the pair it seemed that the whole world might as well stop existing.

Suddenly, he looked straight into Logan’s eyes.  Emerald met steel blue.  He watched him for an unnervingly long moment, the tingling in Logan’s mind more intense, and then, when Logan thought he would say something, he looked back to the pair.

Remy leaned into her neck, wanting to suck that beautifully smelling skin but before he had a chance to touch it he felt his head jerked cruelly back by his hair.  Liam was standing right beside him, his eyes feral and voice threatening.

“Don’t dare to leave marks on her,” he hissed into the Cajuns ear, “do you understand?”

“Oui,” came the shaky reply.

“Good,” the black haired man said and let go of the kid’s hair to trail his hand down his neck, spine and under the back of Remy’s pants, sliding his hand as deep as possible and finding that tight ring of muscle.  He pressed, not at all gently, and forced just the tip of his finger inside causing Remy to nearly scream and arch back.  However the woman’s fingers tangled in his hair and forced him back down into an equally feral kiss.

Logan thought he would explode just by watching them.  On the one side he wanted to have the kid all to himself, on the other, however, the image of those three in bed together would probably haunt him in dreams to come for the rest of his life.

Logan sighed in regret and relief when they finally disappeared into the house.  He got back into the driver’s seat of the limo and tried to relax; knowing he would probably be waiting for the kid for the rest of the night.

He was so hard it hurt and the images were still replaying in his head, the sight of Remy on his knees licking the man’s chest.  Remy with his hard-on exposed and two sets of hands roaming his body …

Before he realized what he was doing, he opened his pants and took his hard cock in hand, stroking hard and fast, the images replaying in his head faster and faster.  Delicate hand with long emerald nails, fitting the cock ring in place.  The moans and the arch of the Cajun’s body when he realized what was happening.

The scream when the twins bit his neck.

Soon he felt fire course though his body and his muscles tensed when his orgasm hit him.  Panting, he relaxed in the seat, cleaning himself with one of the paper towels from the glove compartment.

“Shit,” he muttered to himself, “What did you get yourself into, Logan?”  He gazed over at the single lit window in the house.  It was probably the bedroom’s.

TBC