SEAL OF SECRECY

By Firesong & Spirit Melody

 

Feedback: Yes please, it would be very much appreciated. Send to ~ firesong@ukonline.co.uk and ~ kat@lsak.fsnet.co.uk

 

NC-17! *gasp*

 

Part Three:

 

Remy drifted slowly back to the waking world. Dream soaked tendrils still wrapped round his mind and memories of his dreams turned from crystal clarity to hazy remembrance. The air was soaked with the smell of lavender and rose petals, classical music played quietly in the background. 'Bach if I'm not mistaken. I always preferred dat Beethoven guy.' Despite what people thought of Logan and Remy too sometimes, both he and Remy were partial to Classical music. They had spent many a night laid out on a blanket by the boathouse, classical music playing on the radio, wrapped in each other's arms. He considered opening his eyes to the situation around him, but instead he chose to enjoy Logan's attentions. The man was apparently in a sappy mood for a change.

 

He thought of telling Logan about his dream of a strange mission and being fucked senseless by some silver haired Greek god, but then decided not to. Logan wouldn't appreciate him having wet dreams of someone else. He vaguely felt a body lay next to him, wisps of hair caressed his chest, and tickled his ear. Something soft, and gentle began caressing his skin. It moved slowly up to his inner thigh, over his stomach. He shivered at the sensations as it floated over oh so sensitive skin. Twirling, twisting, and making the fine hair over his body tingle in excitement. He could feel a hand stroking over the side of his face, his cheek, and down his neck.

 

Remy turned into the body next to him. Stroking what he expected to be a hairy chest, instead he felt baby smooth skin, but still very toned muscles, and the broadness of the chest was the same. 'Logan? 'Ave you shaved again?' Remy chuckled quietly and nuzzled closer. The warm body next to him was so soft. It smelt good, and Remy couldn't help but curl up against it, entwine his legs with this being and return to dozing.

 

The soft instrument that had caressed him so lovingly was replaced by another hand. The warmth was astounding. These magical hands caressed his shoulders and his back. It was like heaven. A hand cupped and kneaded his arse. Jolts of pleasure gripped the Cajun, and all thoughts of calm enjoyment, were replaced by a lust heavy need.

 

"Oh, cher. I love it when you get like dis." Remy moved with the motions, "Oh oui, take me 'ard cher." Logan always said he loved his Rems talking dirty.

 

"Many call me Silver; but my actual name is Cathan Llywelyn Gawain. You can call me just Cathan."

 

Remy slowly and warily opened his eyes. 'Oh non. Please let dis be a dream. A nightmare even. I don' wanna be here!' He was met with eyes like silver azure lakes, with hints of a deep emerald green. A warm smile and long silver hair encompassed his vision. Remy flinched, realising yesterday was no dream and tried to push the man away from him, but a strong arm wrapped around his upper body, and the other hand gripped a handful of red hair. Long equally strong legs twisted round Remy's, holding him tight.

 

"Non! Lemme go!"

 

"Easy... Shhh...." Cathan gathered the Cajun firmly to his chest. Holding Remy's head to his shoulder, he rhythmically stroked one hand down through the Cajun's hair repeatedly as he continued his mantra of soothing sounds. He was a little alarmed, as the man in his arms shook uncontrollably.

 

"Non..." Remy whispered miserably, "S'il vous plaît, lemme go!"

 

Cathan's grip didn't give in the slightest. The young whore wasn't as weak as he appeared, but Cathan was clearly his superior in brute strength and weight. He hardly noticed when the young man's fingernails cut into his skin, leaving delicate crescents which barely bled at all. He savoured the fight that was in the Cajun. So many were perfectly submissive, it got so tiresome. He didn't think he'd ever really spooked someone quite like this before though. He smothered Remy's face with kisses. His voice was soft, calming. He used the same tone, as one would try and quieten a frightened horse. Remy's struggles slowly ceased, the mesmerising sound of Cathan's voice touching some part of him inside. "It'll be different this time. I want to make love to you, not take you like I did last night." Remy shook his head. He was still afraid, and didn't want the pain that he'd endured the last few nights. A pain that was strangely currently absent.

 

The arm that had been holding him so tight relaxed, and slowly drifted down his back. Cathan kissed Remy's long neck, and behind his ears, making Remy's skin turn to a mass of goosebumps. Remy couldn't help but melt back into the man's caresses; all fear gone. A hand on his backside slowly rubbed between his crevice, before a long finger gently probed inside, locating and touching his sweet spot. Remy gasped and arched back against it. Cathan rolled with Remy, until the Cajun was on his back, using his knees to push Remy's apart.

 

Another finger joined the first. Remy moaned in utter abandon and bit at his lip to help keep some semblance of self control. Unlike before, Cathan was being very gentle and careful. He adorned the Cajun's neck, shoulder, and nipples with little kisses and nips; and sucked just enough to make the red head squirm. Every movement was like a cat stretching and undulating underneath him. His cock was hard, and he wanted so much to take the Cajun right then, but he knew that if he did, he wouldn't be able to stop, and his daily routine would be ruined. Cathan prided himself on his time keeping. Returning to the whore beneath him, he took the Cajun's length into his mouth. Using his tongue to rub against his balls, and the shaft.

 

Remy's hands tangled into the long silver tresses, and couldn't resist rising to every movement of the head and mouth that made him want to come so desperately. Again and again the two fingers inside him, massaged and stroked against his sweet spot. The lips, the tongue, and the fingers probing him, were pushing him to his limits, far quicker than ever before.

 

Silver sucked the sweet, velvet-skinned shaft harder and faster, one hand stroking and fondling the warm pair of hairless globes in front of him, whilst his other hand pushed and plundered the tight hole. The Cajun smelt so good, and his pleasured cries made Cathan's heart pound. When he sensed the whore was on the brink, he pushed deep and hard with his fingers, and took Remy's cock deep in his throat, swallowing everything the Cajun had to give. Remy cried out in unadulterated joy, before turning limp and fully sated.

 

Cathan got carefully off the bed, wiping a little semen that had escaped from his lips. Staring down at his recent acquisition, he smiled. Pity the young thing was so tainted. 'Perhaps if I had seen you before you turned to this sordid life, I would have taken you as my own. Coveted and worshipped you. Instead, I am forced to take you as you are.' He lifted the body off the bed and carried him to the adjoining bathroom.

 

The corner bath was immensely large and grand, and was filled with jasmine scented water. The bubbles shimmered as Cathan slowly climbed in, holding the boy carefully to his chest. He watched the Cajun stir enough to sit of his own accord. The young man blinked confusingly innocent eyes up at him. Cathan smiled in a way Remy thought slightly predatorial. Silver kissed the lips so enticingly near to his own and was curiously pleased when Remy hesitantly responded. He pushed past lips and ravished the Cajun's hot mouth. Remy felt a stab of silent pain when he thought of Logan. Was he betraying his lover? 'I have t' keep de cover full-proof. 'Ave to act like a whore.'

 

Cathan glided back then, until he was seated on the edge of the bath, higher than Remy. He took hold of one of the whore's hands and pulled him closer through the water. He then wound the other hand in Remy's silky soft locks, manoeuvring the Cajun's head towards his throbbing hard cock. Remy understood immediately, and taking in a deep breath, closed his mouth around the large head of Cathan's thick shaft. Both the man's hands were now in his hair and they tightened almost to the point of pain. Without much warning Cathan thrust into the unimaginable hot depths of Remy's mouth and throat, half moaning, half growling through his teeth as he did so. Remy felt a bit of anxiety deep in his stomach, but quickly and instinctively relaxed his throat, taking the impressively sized shaft in with the most comfort possible. Cathan thrust in and out of his mouth several times, keeping the Cajun where he was by maintaining the harsh grip on his hair. He shouted out when he came, and forced Remy to swallow all the salty juices. Strenuously controlling harsh breathing, he relinquished his hold on Remy and withdrew his softened penis from the Cajun's mouth. Smiling in satisfied rapture, he slid back into the warm water, placing soft kisses on Remy's cheeks.

 

Only now did Remy stare at him in bemusement.

 

"What are you thinking?" Cathan asked.

 

Remy turned his head away, biting his bottom lip, remembering the night before with a shudder. "I'm t'inkin' I should be hurting a lot more dan I am."

 

Cathan nodded in understanding, and trailed fingers down Remy's inner thigh under the soothing water. Remy gasped at the touch and Silver kissed him quickly on the lips. Then he put his hand around the thin wrist of Remy's right arm and brought it up. He lay a finger just under a tiny red dot, pointing it out to Remy.

 

"An injection of some powerful pain killers that also work to help stop any bleeding. Very useful in this occupation."

 

"Oh." Remy replied, kissing the hand that went up to his lips. Cathan looked at him, studying him with a critical eye.

 

"Did you enjoy waking up today?"

 

"It was real nice cher, but wha' you wan' of me homme? You de customer, or my new pimp?"

 

Cathan snorted as he poured two glasses of chilled champagne. Never had he paid for company of this type, and never would he stoop so low. Next to the bath lay a tray of various delicate foods. Fruit, cheeses, crisp breads. Many more items that made Remy's tastebuds tingle. Silver calmly offered the tray out to the Cajun, letting him take whatever he wanted.

 

"I am neither, I'm afraid," Remy watched him warily, "I am merely the middle man in all this." He waved nonchalantly at the room around him, "I just make sure that new property is worth the amount of money invested."

 

"An' do you t'ink I'm worth it?" Remy inquired, quite interested in the answer.

 

Before answering, Cathan smiled and stroked the side of Remy's face. He selected a plump seedless grape from the tray of gourmet food and put it into Remy's mouth, keeping the fingers in for the Cajun to suckle on. "It may take a few days to work that out. I have a social function to attend and I think you would make an excellent..." He smiled sweetly and traced along Remy's spine, "Adornment." Remy scowled and returned to eating a few more pieces of fruit. Despite the damp air, and steam from the bath, the food remained chilled and fresh.

 

"Why would I wan' to be your..." He blushed, a touch uncomfortable, "adornment?"

 

Remy expected Cathan to become angry, what would have happened in his childhood if he'd spoken out of turn like that, but the cultured man just sighed and spoke again. "Because life will be very difficult and very painful for you if you don't obey everything I say. Just remember to keep your mouth shut, and not to embarrass me."

 

"You t'ink I'm stupid, don' you?" Remy couldn't help but feel hurt. So many people just presumed he was only good for fucking, stealing, and looking pretty. Social or intelligent talk was certainly out of the question. "I'm not stupid homme. I know more about dis world dan you, dat's f' sure."

 

Silver smiled, amused and interested in the rise that he'd managed to get from the Cajun. "I'm sure you do my pretty, but that doesn't make you smart or intelligent, just street wise." He raised a condescending eyebrow, "You are a street rat after all."

 

"Jus' coz I was a street rat, don' mean I can' make anyt'ing better o' myself in de future." Remy was finding it increasingly hard to keep up his tenuous cover, and got up to leave; but Cathan grabbed his arm before he could get to his feet.

 

"Surprise me then young one." Remy glowered at him. He thought for a second.

 

"I know dat your name means Warrior Leader of de White Hawks, and dat it's Gaelic." Remy dared him to say he was wrong, but Cathan just threw his head back in laughter.

 

"I can honestly say that you've indeed impressed me. Anything else?" Remy glanced around the room. He spied a Matiesse painting hanging above the ornate golden sink.

 

"Dat's a fake mon ami. You been had." Cathan slowly nodded.

 

"I thought so myself, but just haven't had the time or inclination to get it checked." He cupped Remy's chin hard, "You have an interesting eye. Cat-burglar? Art thief?"

 

Remy shook his head. "Mon père was a great t'ief in his time. I learned a lot from 'im."

 

"So what made you decide to become a cheap whore instead of a great art dealer?" Cathan was genuinely interested. He was pleased that this cute red-head had more upstairs than just a pretty face. The accent was music to his ears, and the eyes were breath-taking.

 

Remy thought quickly. "I fell in love wid de wrong guy. Got disowned by m' family. I had no money, no where to go. Mixed in wid de wrong crowd I guess." Cathan released him, to stroke back the stray bangs that had started to hide the Cajun's eyes. He motioned for Remy to turn round, and lean back on him. Instead the young whore curled close to his chest, and rested his head just under Cathan's chin. Cathan resisted the urge to smile at the boy's tiny rebellions, knowing he was getting far too attached to this particular piece of property.

 

"Then maybe we have done you a favour by taking you from your... lower class pimp." He idly stroked Remy's back and thighs.

 

"A pimp's a pimp cher. Remy don' care who it is, or in wha' social crowds dey circulate; as long as de greens are good non?"

 

Cathan reflected on the words, feeling something between disagreement and a wish to know more about the young man's philosophy on the world. Then he caught on to something.

 

"Remy? That's your name?"

 

"Oui, 'm Remy."

 

"An elegant name, it suits you." Cathan paused for a moment, "Just Remy?"

 

Remy blinked, and smiled ruefully. It was true anyway, wasn't like he was really a LeBeau. And it wouldn't do him any good if his name was recognised by someone. He snuggled closer to Cathan, unconsciously seeking an end to the loneliness he was experiencing from these sombre thoughts and the uncertain situation.

 

"Oui... jus' Remy."

 

**********

 

"What the flamin' hell do ya mean he's on his own?" Logan screamed at the coms screen, "I ain't leavin' him in the hands of those bastards."

 

"Logan please." Charles rubbed his temples. Migraines seemed to plague his life a lot lately, and almost always when Remy and Logan were involved.

 

"Don't ya dare 'Logan please' me! Ya never said anything abut fuckin' off and leavin' him there on his own."

 

"Logan, I told you that we had to get Remy on the inside, and into a situation where he can get close to the man running this horrible extermination of human life, which we believe to be Sebastian Shaw."

 

"Shaw??" Logan exploded, "Ya said ya didn't know who was runnin' it. My boy's at the mercy of that fuckin' psychopath!?"

 

"Logan. We need to keep a clear head. I didn't tell either of you, because I thought you might jump the gun so to speak, and go for a simple frontal assault on Shaw. Which would have ended in disaster, with no one else saved, no one brought to justice, and our element of surprise gone. There is an 'A' list party being hosted with Mr Shaw as the Guest of Honour..."

 

"Guest of honour my ass!" Logan punched a hole in the nearby wall, "Ain't nothin' honourable about that guy."

 

"Be that as it may Logan, this might be the only opportunity we get. Remy will be there as an escort for one of the guests, and that will give him ample chance to reach our target." The professor reached in his drawer for a headache pill. He had dreaded telling Logan the next part and had decided not to mention it until plan A had started. "I understand that you are concerned for Gambit's welfare, but we both know that he is more than capable of keeping himself out of danger."

 

"Out a' danger? How can ya be so *naïve*? Those people are runnin' a high class whore ring. It doesn't matter about how good Rem is at fightin', them ain't the skills he's gonna be needing there. He has limits, and I don't wanna know what will happen if those limits are surpassed. If they are, you'll regret even sendin' us on this god-damned mission!" Charles blinked, shocked at the strength of Logan's feelings. 'You're a fool Charles, did you honestly think Logan would be less protective of his lover just because said lover is a man?'

 

"The risks Gambit are taking are necessary, and vital to the success of this mission. Now you will return here to the Mansion for further instructions. Do you understand?" He saw Logan put on his jacket and light a cigar, "Logan?"

 

"Chuck..." Logan flashed a wolf like grin, "Bite me." The next thing Charles saw was a large size eleven boot smashing into the screen. His headache quick ascended into a first class migraine.

 

Logan grabbed the last of his cash and headed out on to the street. First thing first... Find where this shindig was happening and get inside.

 

"Don't worry darlin', I ain't about ta let ya down. Yer coming home."