TITLE: SECRET COMPANIONS
AUTHOR: SisterWine (This chapter was actually written by Rick. Isn't he good?)
RATING/PAIRING: NC-17, Remy/Logan, Remy/Other
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN X-MEN. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT SUING. NO MONEY, NO MEANT HARM, JUST AN IDEA.
 

Remy stood and listened at the door. Minutes rolled by with thumps, growls, screams, smashings and finally thuds as the attackers fell to the floor and then exited hastily. He hadn't quite understood what Logan was, but had a feeling he shouldn't persue the issue. When Logan didn't come back in, right away, Remy took the liberty of looking around the small living space.

So far, he'd found things neatly in their places. Books were lined on the top of the dresser, in the back,
while pictures in wooden frames guarded them, in front. Logan had been in most of them, either alone or with other people. Remy picked one up and examined it closely. His saviour stood with his arm around a beautiful ebony woman with long white hair in a long, elegant white dress, while he, Logan, wore a nice black tuxedo. Remy had picked up a married man? Interesting.

The door opened with a loud crack, and shut with a quiet thud. Remy hadn't turned around, or replaced the picture as the figure came closer. His eyes were fixed on the two people in the photo. He stared at it until a strong, thick hand snatched it from his grip and replaced it on the dresser. Remy had finally turned around and stared at the man's cool brown eyes. He hadn't been all that shocked or disappointed, but he hadn't been happy, either. A moment and a breath later, his eyes drifted down to Logan's left hand. A gold ring was visible, perhaps for the first time, he'd seen it. Recapturing the man's eyes, he nodded in understanding.

Logan took a deep breath and slowly let it out. He was now watching the slender young man pass him and exit the flat. The young man's coat swayed in the casual, slow movement and then disappeared out of the room. He waited a moment before turning, walking to the window and looking down at the street.

A limo, long and black, had pulled up to the curb and a door opened from whomever had been inside. Remy entered and sat down without a pause or a look back. Perhaps, he knew his ride. He spent the rest of the night going over the last expression of Remy's face before the boy had left. He understood why Logan brushed him off. Logan focused on the boy's red on black eyes and recognised the hidden hurt and pain that kept with mystery.

The phone rang from the kitchen, on the nearly empty counter. It startled him. He had been laying on the bed and staring up at the white ceiling, before sitting up and walking to answer the phone before the fourth ring. "Yea?" His eyes drifted over the dark and neat kitchen. Not a light had been on in the small flat, only
the moon and the street lights had illuminated the room.  He talked to the other person for a few minutes,
not mentioning at all the odd young man who had excited his night, prior. The phone was a classic white phone with the dial on the handset, and a cradle with a short cord that conneted the two piece.

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A week later, Logan walked down a crowded and busy street. Though there was no people around him, cars made entrances and exits every 3 or 4 seconds. Looking up from the newspaper strewn pavement, he found the same black limo had parked itself across the street. He looked around and found it odd for a limo to be parked in what was known as a bad part of town.

Remy stood, leaning against the passenger door, smoking a cigarette. His back was to Logan, and his eyes stared at the stone stares and shabby door to the building. Dressed in a dark gray suit, and his hair pulled back into a ponytail, he waited for someone or something to come out of the building.

Making his way across the street, he narrowed his eyes and examined the boy more closely. Remy's left hand had been shoved into his pants pocket, while the right held the cigarette and rested on his right thigh. When the cigarette lifted again, Logan found what he had been looking for. A dark bruise on the boy's wrist, inside.

Noting that someone was approaching him, Remy turned Logan's direction and smiled to him, faintly. He waited until Logan stopped before him, to speak. "Allo, Logan." The voice was happy, but tired and strained. It had exited his mouth as a soft whisper, almost as if the boy hadn't wanted anyone else to hear the statement.

"Nice car. Seems a bit obvious for the wrong side of Manhattan." Logan stared at Remy, coolly.

Remy shrugged. "Mebbe. But, no one will mess wit' it."

Logan sighed inwardly. He glanced down at the boy's wrist and watched the fingers lightly tap on the thin thigh. "How'd ya get that bruise?" Raising his eyes back up to meet widened red on black ones, he waited.

"S'nothing. Rough night." Another shrug.

Eyes narrowed again but lifted as the boy went back to watching the door. "Well, if you're workin, I'll get going. Take care, kid." He started to walk past Remy when the boy spoke softly, again.

"Not workin, ......just waitin." Remy's calm demeanour was enough to seem sad and capture Logan's attention yet again. Logan had crossed Remy to stand, now, on his right and turn back to listen to the accented words. He sighed and lowered his head to stare at the pavement. When he raised his head again,
he pushed his body off of the door and turned towards Logan. Taking his left hand out of his pocket and retrieving a small business card from the inside right pocket of his suitjacket, he handed it to Logan. "I saw where you live, dis is where I live. Bring de madam, if y' wish. I promise I won' try anyt'ing. No?"

Logan stared at the card. It was a white card with small black writing, in the middle of it. It listed Remy's name above a phone number and a flat address below both.

"Come anytime, no?" Again, a soft whisper.

"Thursday okay?" Logan looked from the card to the boy who had replaced himself to his original position, leaning on the door.

"Oui." He breathed the word. Before either could speak again, the phone in Remy's left pocket rang. A tune of Beethoven became louder as the phone was removed and silenced as the boy answered it. "Allo....?......... Oui, how long y' gonna be?........." Remy looked up to a window on the third floor of the 7 floor building. "Non, he jus' a friend. Oui." He hung up and looked back at Logan. "Eh, my boss." His left hand turned and underwrist faced up, exposing a half-hidden thin black watch. Remy moved the material of the sleeve back with his cigarette-holding right hand and noted the time. Returning the right hand to the thigh and the left, with the phone, back to the pocket, he looked past Logan to see a boy coming down the street, fresh from school.

Logan didn't follow the kid's eyes, but nodded. "That's my cue." He tucked the card into his back pocket of his blue jeans and glanced around the street. "See ya Thursday."

Remy nodded and watched Logan continue walking. His eyes snapped from the man to the boy that had gotten considerably closer.  "Shawn...... remember me? Remy LeBeau. I work wit' your mom." He called to the 10 year old who had made it up 3 steps to the building.

The boy turned around and stared at Remy. "Yea, I remember you. You're the guy that bought me the PlayStation, right?" He was a boy of about fourth grade level but didn't let on that he deserved to be in fifth. Short brown hair and brown eyes molded the thin face. His body, too, was thin but more fed than Remy's. "What'cha doin here?" He asked, and came back down the steps. He was glad the sun was well hidden behind the tall buildings across the street. Still his eyes squinted as he stared at the young man.

"Your momma is in wit' de boss. How 'bout we go get some ice cream while we wait, no?" Remy smiled and dropped the near ashed cigarette onto the pavement before putting it out with the toe of his shiny black shoe.

Thinking for a minute, and then turning back to look up to the window of his flat, he shrugged. "Can we take the limo?" He asked as his face lit up in hopes. He smiled at Remy and clasped his hands together in pleading.

"Sure, sure." Remy smiled and pushed himself off of the door and opened it for the boy who climbed in immediately. "Any reason, t'ough?"

Shawn turned his head and looked out the window, away from Remy who was sitting beside him. "Just want ta teach some kids a lesson." The drive had only taken five minutes. And, Remy had gotten out and held the door open for the boy to follow.

Remy reached into his right pants pocket and pulled out a wad of neatly folded bank notes. He flipped through the bills that ranged from 100$ to 50$, to tens and twenties. As he hadned a 20$ to Shawn, he smiled and replaced the notes to his pocket.

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That night, Remy sat in his plush flat. Sitting on the black sofa, facing huge double windows, and staring out at the night sky, he sipped his wine and thought. Hands massaged his shoulders, from behind him. He had been still wearing the suit, without the jacket and shoes. Remy closed his eyes and relaxed into the touch. He sighed when the hands stopped and the owner came to kneel before him.

"Who was the man on the street, today, Remy?" A low and firm voice spoke to him.

Remy opened his eyes and stared calmly at the white haired, older man. "Was no one. He saved Remy from a few punks."

The man's eyes narrowed as he studied Remy's blank expression. His hands lifted to Remy's white dress shirt. Unbuttoning it and peeling it away, he continued to ask questions. "He a potential client? Maybe someone we could offer a business place to?" Leaning forward to kiss Remy's bare chest, he glanced up to see he was being watched. "Who was he, Remy?" When he wasn't answered, his hands moved to the boy's belt and pant fastenings.

Remy watched the man remove his clothing, slowly, until he sat naked. The slim wine glass had been removed from his right hand, and placed on the glass coffee table behind the man who knelt before him. Still, Remy watched and remained silent. His legs had been opened and the man had now placed himself between them. A small lamp, off into the far right corner of the plushly furnished livingroom, had been the only light on, so it had been a romantic setting for the two. Remy drew in a breath as the man leaned in and kissed him.

The kiss ended and the man's left index and middle fingers slipped into Remy's warm, velvet mouth. He watched as Remy closed his eyes again, and sucked on the fingers. Sopping them in moisture. He removed them from the mouth and grabbed Remy's hips. Pulling them closer to him, he rested back on his heels before pushing the middle finger into Remy's tight hole, between thin legs. Wiggling it, he caught a quiet gasp from the naked young man.

His arms lie limp next to him, on the sofa. They fisted as another finger entered him. Again, Remy was questioned. Finally breaking his silence, he answered. "His name is Logan. He's married. I can' ask him t' do dis to Remy." The fingers pushed further in, gruffly. He groaned and tensed. The figure relaxed and let him pant as a smooth movement started. Remy's eyes remained shut, but he listened.

"Need I remind you, you are also married. And she was fantastic today, Remy. She called me your name as she came with me. We made love on your bed, and then she asked about you. Her pale breast filled my mouth, and leaked with milk as I answered. She tells me you fuck her, but refuse to allow yourself release. Why is that? I watch you jack off to me, and yet you come then." The figure stopped and regained the boy's attention by forcing his fingers deeper into the tight entrance. Remy watched him now. He smiled. "Do you wish to seduce Logan, even though you tell me no?"

Remy shook his head. His right hand curled its fingers around thin lips, while his elbow rested on the arm
of the sofa. The fingers spread in his hole. A groan. His hands jumped to grasp the man's shoulders. Pulling the man closer to him, their lips touched. "Erik, please. Leave my family alone."

The man didn't answer. His free hand moved to his own pants and unfastened them. He reached into the slit on the silk shorts and pulled his firm erection out into view. "Put me inside you, Remy." He whispered into the auburn covered ear. Removing his fingers, he smiled as thin fingertips held him and pushed the big tip into the opening. When he was released, he quickly snatched Remy's wrists and held them to the back of
the sofa, on either side of the boy's pale shoulders. He teased the tip in and out of Remy and watched the young man's expression. "Your woman is getting healthy and round, Remy. She misses you, but she understands that you have a job to do, before you are released back to her. It is hard, I know. But, once you repay me, you can see her and your boy, again. Why don't you relax and do what you are supposed to." He pushed further in and watched Remy wince and groan in pain. Another smile. "I do enjoy fucking you, Remy. Your tightness, and warmth. The way you give yourself to me each time I remind you of her. I want this same willingness with 'Logan.'"

"Oui." A gasp and tremble. His wrists were released and left to fall back onto the materialed shoulders. His hips were grabbed and pulled further outward, forcing Remy to nearly lay down in the seat. The rhythm had become more intense and rough. He bounced and closed his eyes, wishing it was over. Aslam and wet heat shot up into him. He gasped outloud and gritted his teeth to the pain.

He sat there, in the same position, and trembled. The man had gotten up and fixed his clothing. Remy watched as the man scooped up Remy's half-filled wine glass and sipped at the pink liquid. He now stared at the man who had sat down on the table in front of him. He was asked to place his hand on his erection and stroke. He did. As he was instructed, Remy followed the words and gasped as his heart sped and body tensed before a clear fluid dribbled down the side of the long shaft.

"Good." The man smiled. "When does this Logan arrive?"

Remy cleared his throat and answered. "Thursday." His fingertips dipped into the trails on his limp attatchment. His left hand held the member while his right rest, again, on his lips.

The man stood up. "See to it that he is given a proper thanking." Reaching down and capturing the hand by the palm, he lifted it to his mouth and licked the wetness off. Exiting the flat, he left Remy to his thoughts and tears.