RATING: NC-17
WARNING: SLASH
PAIRING: LOGAN/REMY
AUTHOR: SISTERWINE
SUMMARY: Now that Logan has Remy, can they move on from 1930? Logan takes drastic steps
to ensure that he never raises a hand to Remy again. Is Remy ready for his future at the Mansion,
or will he take off the bracelet and return to Logan's dreams?
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sequel to "Only In My Dreams" (also mine). *Radio talking*
 

"Y' got a house, cher? Wife an' kids, too?" Remy asked as he sat down on the bed and lounged against the headboard.

"Nope. Just movin around alot. Kinda like it that way." Logan took out his brown leather suitcase from the small, empty closet and placed it on the end of the bed. He opened it and then went about the room, gathering his clothing and belongings and placed them into the suitcase.

Remy watched, silently. He sighed and got up, off the bed to meet Logan at the dresser. "Why
don' y' come live wit' Remy, monsieur? Y' save his life. De least I could do. Got a big house, cher. Remy can' stan' t' be' alone." He placed a hand to Logan's cheek and brought their lips together. Remy kissed him, gently, and waited to be shoved away. But, he wasn't. The kiss deepened.

Finally, Logan pulled back, and continued packing.

"Monsieur. Tis de least I can do. Remy have plenty of room." Remy remained beside the dresser
and watched Logan walk back and forth.

Logan stopped. He sighed, heavily. "Look, kid. I don't do guys. No matter how pretty they are."

Remy came to stand behind Logan, who was facing the bed. "M'sieur, you say one t'ing but, yo
body an' yo mine say 'nother." Remy reached around and cupped Logan's manhood. He smirked
and stroked it gently.

Logan grabbed his hand and held it there for a moment. He let him feel Logan's growing arousal. "You aint gonna stop til you get this, huh kid?"

"Oui, cher."

"Come here." Logan took him by the hand, and turned him around so that he faced the dresser.
He planted the kid's hands on the dresser, as if restraining them with invisible restraints. Reaching around the kid, he undid the fastenings and let the pants fall to the floor. Logan ran a hand
against the kid's backside before removing his own pants. His manhood had become quite the firm instrument.

"You had some, today kid?" Logan growled in his ear.

"Non, cher."

"Good." Logan stroked himself until a puddle drenched the tip. He kicked Remy's feet apart
wider, and then pushed himself into the young man, hearing him moan and gasp. Logan pushed himself in, deep and stayed there for a long moment.

Remy shivered, and leaned back against him. "It's tight cher, non? Remy could get used t' dis, ev'r'night, mon amour."

Logan was silent. He pushed the young man to lean forward, again, and started to pull himself
out before pushing back in. He smirked to himself as the kid gasped again and mumbled
something in french.

Remy pushed himself back against Logan's groin and moaned, silently. He licked his lips and
closed his eyes. He loved the feel of the brawny man behind him, thrusting himself in and out of
his tight channel. Remy reached down, and stroked his own erection. Again, a hand stopped him.
He whimpered but, gave in. Both of his hands clutched the end of the small dresser.

Logan increased his pace and held Remy in place by strong hands on the slender hips. His muscles tensed, and each thrust forced him to push his way deeper into the boy. A last thrust, and he let his orgasm pulse from him, into the tight body around him. Logan grunted and waited. When it was
over, he pulled himself out and turned the boy around.

Remy's eyes were glazed over and he was panting. He flinched as he watched Logan kneel in front
of him and run his tongue up the side of his shaft. His hands still gripping the dresser, his body spasmed and nearly went slack at the touches. He'd never had anyone do this to him. He watched Logan, sharply. The mouth engulfed him and pulled on him, gently. "M'sieur...... mmm....
m'sieur..... ah, dis feels good. Ah! Zut alors!" Remy gasped as he couldn't stop himself from
coming into the waiting mouth.

When Logan stood up and backed away from the now sated boy, he helped him to lie down on the bed, and return their clothings to their spots. He smiled at Remy and licked his lips. "Ya taste
good, kid. I'll give ya that." He smiled again and went back to packing.

"Merci, cher." Remy panted, tiredly.

Logan closed the lid and locked the suitcase. He looked at Remy, who had been lightly dozing. "Well? You gonna lay there all night, or come get somethin to eat?"

Remy opened his eyes and rolled onto his left side, as he had been lying on the right side of the
bed. "Come live wit' me, cher. I know y' liked dat. Can' hide from an empath, m'sieur."

Logan sighed, inwardly. "If I do, you quit with the whorin?"

"Non. Sil vouz plait, cher. Dat's how Remy make his living, non? But, Remy be good t' you, mon amour. Give y' anyt'in you want." Remy sat up and smiled at Logan.

Sitting on the bed, facing Remy, he cupped the slim chin with his hand and leaned closer. "I want you. I don't share. Deal?" Logan kissed the boy and let him taste himself on his lips.

"Oui. Deal."

**************************

Logan woke, he lay on his side and faced the other man. He loved watching Remy sleep.
He smiled and took in just how beautiful the young man really was. His young man. The red glow
of the clock outlined Remy's flat and hairless chest, also cascading over his thin, handsome face
and smooth hair. Logan inhaled, letting Remy's unique peppery scent fill him.

The clock behind Remy read 5:29AM. As it turned 5:30, the music came on, softly playing. Logan wasn't one for loud, obnoxious music so early in the morning, so it was set on a mixed station.

*And here is Paul Brandt, from his 'Calm Before The Storm' CD. This is "I Do."* The DJ spoke,
and Logan was sure it would wake Remy. He reached over and attempted to turn the radio off, as
the music started, he thought he'd leave it on.

*I've seen the storm clouds in your past
But rest assured cause you are safe at home at last
I rescued you, you rescued me
And we're right where we should be when we're together*

Remy lie on his back and shifted so that he faced Logan. His eyes were still closed and his
breathing had been nearly so still that Logan wondered if he stopped altogether. Logan's eyes wandered over the thin cheeks and soft lips that seemed to pout, his small nose and long eyelashes that rested on his high cheekbones.

*I know the questions in your mind
But go ahead and ask me one more time
You'll find the answer still the same
It won change from day to day for worst or better*

The sun had yet to appear on the horizon. And Logan felt himself wanting the body beside him. He propped his head up on his hand, as his elbow pushed into the pillow, and smiled. The kid was gorgeous in the dark, and even more in the light.

*Will I promise to be your best friend
And am I here until the end
Can I be sure I have been waiting for you
And did I say my love is true
Baby I will, I am, I can, I have, I do*

Logan leaned over and kissed Remy's lips, lightly. Pulling back, he noticed the kid's sleepy smile
and parted lips. He ran his left hand over Remy's chest and let it rest on the tight stomach as he
kissed him again. Dipping his tongue into the velvet mouth, he felt a hand in his hair.

Remy's eyes slowly opened to meet Logan's.

*I know the time will disappear
But this love we're building on will always be here
No way that this is sinking sand
On this solid rock we'll stand forever*

"Is it time t' go, cher?" Remy whispered, as Logan had pulled back to look at him.

"No. We still have a little time left." Logan looked at the clock again.

Remy nodded. He closed his eyes again and inhaled through his nose. Feeling a slight tremour as
he felt Logan's emotions. Remy smiled again. Opening his eyes, he guided their lips together and let the hand that had been in Logan's hair, move to Logan's aching erection. "Mon amour, y' hard f'r me?" Remy continued to kiss him.

"Mmm, very."

*Baby I will, I am, I can, I have
Oh I will, I am, I can, I have
Baby I will, I am, I can, I have
I do*

Logan reached up and turned the radio off, before adjusting himself so that he was above Remy. "Was that you that showed me the hotel?" He started kissing Remy's neck and chest.

"Oui, cher." Remy moaned and reached a hand up to his water glass, that sat on the nightstand
beside the clock, and dipped two fingers into the water. He began lightly wetting Logan's erection, before guiding it to his entrance. Both men had been naked, and Remy was pleased to be this close
to Logan again. He smiled as he spread his legs and let Logan settle between them.

Logan pushed in, and Remy moaned and hissed. Logan kept his strides slow. His hands had been placed on either side of Remy, and he continued to kiss the man underneath him. He thrust harder
as he felt Remy's hands guiding his hips. Logan moaned and grunted at the friction. He felt Remy's balls and tender erection nestle themselves into his stomach.

Remy gasped and kissed Logan's lips, letting his tongue explore the older man's mouth. He groaned
as Logan began to kiss his shoulder and push deeper into him. Gasping again as a firm hand
wrapped around his length and began stroking him. "Come inside me, cher. Remy need t' feel y'."

"Okay." Logan whispered and thrust a bit harder. His hand pulled at Remy's manhood and he
feared he was hurting the boy from the pained expression on Remy's face. "It's okay. Come with me, Rem."

Remy nodded.

Logan kept his mind filled with sensual thoughts, knowing that Remy was feeling the emotions. He wanted Remy to trust him and believe that he was going to be ok, in the house. Burying himself deeply into the boy, he pulled on Remy as they both kissed and came.

**************

It was 7:30AM, and Logan was up and getting ready. He had showered, and finished packing, and
sat down at the small table beside the window to read the paper. He glanced up, occasionally, to watch Remy roll over and whimper in his sleep.

A knock caused him to look from Remy to the door. He set the paper down and got up. Reaching
the door, he opened it a crack to see Jean standing there with a case of something, in her hands. Logan looked to see Remy hadn't flinched at the sound, and slid out into the hall.

"I found some music tapes from the 20s, I thought you might like them. Is he really all right with
this, Logan? I mean, he doesn't really send out the vibe that he's peachy, you know?" Jean handed him the case of tapes as she asked him.

Logan leaned against the wall beside the door. He looked at the tapes, briefly, and then focussed
on her. "Jean, he may or may not be ready, but this has to happen if we are ever gonna to get past this. It's eatin him up inside that it happened in the first place. I'll be there, with him."

"That's what worries me, Logan. The past is often repeated, no matter how hard we try to stop it. Please be careful. He loves you and adores you, so much. And, I think Jubilee is finding a good
friend in him." Jean leaned against the opposite wall and folded her arms behind her.

He grinned for a moment. "I added a phone line to the house, so I'll call and let ya know how
things are goin. I'd better get him up and ready. Flight leaves at 11." He thanked her for the tapes
and quietly opened the door. Looking in, he saw that the bed was empty and the water in the bathroom was running.

Logan walked in and closed the door. He set the case down on the bed and made hs way to the bathroom. The door was open and hot water poured into the room. He heard movement from
behind the doors, and let himself sit down on the toiletseat lid. His hands ran idly over the white
towel that rested on the hamper's corner. He jumped, slightly, as Remy spoke to him.

"Too bad y' dressed, mon cher. Remy need someone t' wash his back."

"Just hurry up, huh? Got a plane to catch." Logan keened in on a faint sigh.

Remy turned off the water and slid the door open to grab the towel. He yelped slightly as Logan stood up and grabbed his wrist. He felt himself being lightly pulled out of the tub and into the arms
of Logan, who was now wrapping the towel around him and drying him off.

Logan wrapped the towel about the kid's slim waist and guided him back into the bedroom. The sunlight shone through the curtains as he watched Remy dress and brush his long auburn hair.

They walked down the hall in silence, together. Logan followed Remy and watched him as he
moved cautiously around Rogue's shut door. Remy's hair had been pulled back into it's regular low ponytail, and bounced slightly against his white, silk, long-sleeved shirt. He had tucked it in to a
pair of faded blue jeans that hugged his slim hips, and gave Logan the perfect view of Remy's backside. His sneakers gave him little height, but not much. Still, Logan enjoyed the view.

***************

"Hey, Remy! Bone Jure! And however you say that...." Jubilee lit up and beamed a smile at him as they walked into the dining room.

Remy laughed. "Bon Jour, petite."

Jubilee patted the empty chair next to her and asked him to sit beside her.

Remy looked at Logan and smiled as the man nodded and returned the smile. Since Jubilee had sat
in the middle of the table, on the left side, there had been plenty of room for he and Logan to sit down. Remy had sat inbetween Jubilee, to his left, and Logan to his right.

As food was served, Remy again sat in silence and ate. Jubilee chatted to his left about a card trick she wanted him to teach her, and that she couldn't wait until they came back from their trip.

Logan noticed Rogue hadn't taken her eyes off of the man she sat across from. Every once in a while, she'd look over to Logan and smirk. Logan contained a growl towards her, and Remy froze
as he felt Logan's anger.

Remy shivered, slightly as Logan patted his knee and reassured him it was ok.

Rogue remianed focussed on Remy. She enjoyed watching Remy squirm. She found it unfair that Logan had dumped her just before he had started having dreams about the auburn haired Cajun.
He was cute, yes. But he could also do things with Logan that she couldn't. She smiled to herself
as she recalled the bit of information that said Remy had been a common whore. She thought to herself at how fitting it was. She jumped as she looked up from her plate to find Remy glaring at her. He knew what she was thinking about. He could feel her jealousy, and resentment towards
him.

When Remy had finished eating, he set his fork down, across his plate, and waited patiently. He smiled and continued to listen to Jubilee and her endless chatter. He thought to himself, did she
ever shut up? Hearing a soft snicker, he looked to the end of the table, to the left, and saw Jean smiling at him. She took another bite and made eye contact with him, which caused him to blush.

Logan sat there, and drank his coffee. He and Charles had been having a discussion over the
weather and metal detectors at the airport. They had decided to inform security that Logan had several metal pins in his body due to an accident. Logan thought it best that they got there a few hours early just for that reason. Charles agreed.

**************

"You sure you're ok with this, kid?" Logan asked as he picked up both of their suitcases and followed Remy down the hall. Remy had been extremely quiet and tense the whole morning.
He was starting to worry Logan.

"Oui, cher. C'est exact." Remy said as he led Logan down the stairs and stopped at the front door.

Logan sighed, inwardly and examined the kid's passive expression. The taxi had just pulled up out front, and Logan was now wondering what Remy would think about the new world around him. "Rem, we can come back anytime. If you feel uncomfortable, say the word, and we'll come back, ok?"

"Logan, sil vous plait, cher. Don' worry 'bout Remy. Remy do fine, mon amour. Promise." Remy placed a hand on his chest as he addressed himself, and kissed Logan's cheek.

Jubilee bounded to the doorway of the television room and smiled. "Have a good time! And bring
me some postcards, please?" She waved before going back to watching television.

Jean and Storm had joined them from Xavier's office. "You'll be ok. If you need anything, you say my name, and I'll hear you. Ok?" Jean hugged Remy and whispered into his ear.

"Oui, chere, merci." Remy hugged her back.

"Be safe, Remy. You are a treat to have around. Remember you are loved." Storm kissed his cheek and also gave him a hug, before following Jean to hug Logan.

"Yes, have a safe trip, gentlemen. You are more than welcome to come back anytime." Charles
came to join them in the entranceway. He handed Logan a cassette tape and a magazine for Remy
to read. Logan browsed the cover, it was a history and brief outline of Louisianna through the
20th Century.

Remy had opened the door and gathered his suitcase. He thanked Charles for the magazine and
said his goodbyes as he followed Logan out the front door and down the steps.

***************

Throughout the airport, security, flight, and both taxi rides, Remy had remained silent and unfaltering. He looked around in curious amazement at how the city had changed since he'd last
seen it. Buildings were taller, and there was more of them. His silent awareness of surroundings made Logan uneasy.

The taxi stopped at a rent-a-car place and dropped them off. Logan paid for the car, and loaded
their suitcases into the tan Ford Taurus. He opened the door for Remy and waited for him to sit down before shutting it. Then, he walked around to the trunk to shut the lid, and was met by an elderly lady in her early 80s, who had recognised the silent young man.

The lady mentioned to Logan that Remy looked like someone she knew once, and then asked if he was any relation. She was taken aback when Logan nodded and told her he was a distant relative.

When Logan got into the car and shut the door, he looked at Remy and asked if he was ok, so far.

"Oui, cher. We go home now, non?" Remy sounded tired and a bit uneasy.

"How about we stop and get somethin to eat, first? You look like you could use some food." Logan squeezed Remy's hand, that had been resting on the armrest between them.

Remy nodded and went back to looking out the window beside him.

Logan drove to a small cafe and parked the car. The evening sun had begun to cool off and head
for the horizon. He turned to Remy and stared at him. "Rem.... what's the matter?" Reaching a
hand up to stroke a lock of hair the covered Remy's ear, he forced Remy to feel his concern.

"Remy no' hungry, cher. Jus' tired. We go home, soon, oui?" Remy looked at him, calmly. He choked on the overflow of emotion in the car, and needed to free himself of it. He opened the door, and stepped out. He hadn't bothered with the material and the buckle that hung beside the door. He shut the door and waited patiently for Logan to do the same.

Logan got out and came around to the side where Remy stood. "I promise, after dinner, we'll go home. But, please eat somethin. For me, ok?"

"Oui."

*************

They sat down in a booth, way in the back, and Remy looked around. The cafe was an older place. It was somewhat dark, yet light enough to read the menu, and smelled of seafood and hamburgers. Remy faced the door, and Logan faced the corner, as they acquainted themselves as far from the door as possible.

A waitress by the name of Sherrie, had come over and set down two small glasses of water, in
front of them. She introduced herself and handed them the menus while telling them about the seafood specials.

"Coffee, please. For the both of us." Logan ordered. He nodded in Remy's direction but never
broke eye contact with her.

"Ok, let me know when y' ready." She smiled and went to fetch the coffee pot.

Logan watched her walk away, before returning his gaze to Remy, who had picked up the menu
and started browsing through it. "Anythin good?" He picked his menu up and opened it.

"Oui. Plenty of gumbo, an' crawdads, and burgers." Remy's tone was even more tired and flat.
Yet, he sat there just as straight and nonchalant as ever.

The waitress came back and set the coffee down. Taking a second glance at Remy, she mentioned that he looked like someone she had heard spooky tales about. She apologised as he blushed and shyed away from the conversation. She took their orders and apologised again. Hurrying back to
the kitchen, she was stopped by a regular customer who asked about Remy.

The two chatted for a moment, and kept their voices low. The man had turned back to his place at the bar, as he noticed Remy watching them.

"Hang in there, kid." Logan had noticed the exchange, also and knocked lightly on the table.

Their food had arrived a short time later. Remy picked at his food, and Logan noticed. In between bites, he caught the kid's eye and asked if he was ok. When Remy nodded and returned to picking
at his food, Logan set his fork down and wiped his mouth with his napkin. He picked up the bill
and took out his wallet. He laid the money and the tip on the table, beside the bill and stood up.
"Come on."

Remy put his fork down and slid over to the end of the seat. He stood up, slowly and stared at the door as he walked past the other customers. He opened the door and stepped out into the purple and gold sky. Logan came out behind him and led him to the car.

Remy sat down in the grey seating and watched Logan walk around the front and open his door before getting in and buckling himself up. He started the car and turned around to guide the car out of the parking space.

Logan drove to the edge of town and pulled into the drive, and stopped at the gate. He unbuckled himself and opened the door. Looking at Remy, he stopped and squeezed his hand as it was rested on the armrest again. He got out and went to open the newly polished gate.
 

To Be Continued.
 

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