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).
 

Logan awoke to find himself in a huge bed, with silk linens and a giant royal red comforter. His clothes had been removed, and draped over the wide, rought iron chandelier that hung over the round table. His boots sat patiently at the foot of the bed, and waited for him. The room was
empty from people, but cluttered with rolled up maps, and compasses and clothes.

He sat up and looked about himself. He hadn't been chained up, or guarded. It was obvious that he was on Remy's ship. The room was perfumed with the kid's scent. Pleasant, peppery, and very addictive. The bedding smelled like him even more than the room. Logan sat there and debated getting out of the bed to fetch his clothing. That thought was ended as the door opened during his attempt to pull back the comforter.

"Good, y're awake. Bout time, too, eh?" Remy poked his head in before entering the room and closing the door behind him. "Y' been asleep f'r a long time, Logan."

"How long?" Logan huffed and watched Remy come closer to him.

"Few days. Y' hungy?"

"Nope."

Remy evened his tone, and stared at Logan. "Y' need t' eat, cher. Y' only a prisoner here, if y'
make y'self one."

Logan laughed to himself. "Don't kid yerself. One way or the other, I'll take you back to Jamaca, and collect my bounty."

"Logan, cher, y' on de wrong ship f'r dat t'ought. We're goin t' England." Remy came to sit on the bed, beside Logan. He smiled a daring smile and raised a hand to Logan's left cheek. Stroking it gently, Remy inched toward him and pressed his lips to the older man's.

Logan pulled back. "Where's my crew? Or did ya let them sink?"

Smiling again, Remy stood up. "De crew is here. Below. We keep dem til we dock, no? Den, we turn dem loose, and hope f'r de best." A wry grin. He looked away for a moment, only to be grabbed by the arm and pulled back onto the bed. He gasped as Logan pushed him against the mattress and then loomed over him.

"Funny, I would have let 'em sink. What about me? You gonna turn me in, or turn me loose?"

"Dunno. Mebbe, I keep you, non? Remy always wan'ed a servan' boy." Remy winked and grinned, coolly.

Logan sneered at the boy. "I aint gonna be your servant, kid. I'd kill you before that." A noise from outside the cabin distracted him enough to let Remy push him away. As the boy struggled, Logan quickly pushed him back down into the mattress. "Is your bitch callin for ya? Maybe we should invite her in for a little get-together?"

"Non. Leave her alone. Dis is b'tween y' an' me."

A devilish laugh roared from Logan. He stared at Remy for a long moment before starting to tear
at Remy's clothes. Untieing Remy's trousers and pushing them down to expose Remy's bare and
quite aroused manhood. Remy protested but, Logan paid no attention. With a hand on Remy's chest, he held the boy down while the other frantically worked at pulling the boy to orgasm.

"Stop. Please, Logan." Remy pushed and squirmed.

Logan leaned in closer to Remy and whispered in his ear. "Why don't you stop me. I know you want this, otherwise, I'd be across the room by now." Forcing Remy into a kiss, he continued his assault. Before long, Remy leaned into the kiss and moaned at Logan's ministrations.

Remy tensed and dug his fingertips into Logan's arms. His orgasm rocked his body in such a manner, it left him shaking as the warm wetness spilled over his tight stomach.

Sitting back and smirking at the young captain, Logan took his left hand and smeared the fluid into Remy's stomach, by the fingertips.

A knock on the door startled both of them. "Captain, are you alright?" Tristan's voice called to him from behind the door. The first mate hadn't opened the door and thought it best not to. Instead he knocked again and again when Remy didn't answer. "Captain?"

Remy sat up and blinked, dazedly. "I'm okay, Tristan. Set a course for Jamaca." Bowing his head and closing his eyes from Logan's shocked gaze.

"You sure, Captain? Is anything wrong?"

"Jus' do it, Tristan." Remy was becoming annoyed with questions.

Logan stood up and turned away from the boy. "Why not me, Rem? Why waste your time
snugglin up to everyone else, but me?" He asked in a hushed tone. Grabbing his clothing from the chandelier, he began dressing as he waited for the boy's answer.

Remy sighed and blushed. "Didn' t'ink y' wan'ed me, Logan." He shrugged and looked away.

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Remy stood on the port-side deck and leaned on the rail. He looked up at the stars and moon as he thought to himself. He spent most of the evening thinking to himself about Logan, and Jamaca, and England. What a dilemma he was in.

"You know, your father used to do the same thing." Tristan spoke up just behind Remy's right shoulder. Coming to stand beside Remy, and offer his captain some advice, he knew what had
been on the boy's mind.

Quirking his head to the side and watching Tristan, Remy asked. "What would he've done?" Remy turned back to look at the waves.

Tristan looked at the younger man before answering. "Well, he'd have thrown that no good animal overboard. And then, dealt with you. Captain, why change course for him? There is nothing in Jamaca for you. Except for, perhaps, prison."

Remy straightened, turned and spoke very softly to his First Mate. "Tristan, I lef' him dere. De
least I could do is t' go dere an' have a look 'round." He smirked.

"Might I ask what you're up to, Captain?" Tristan asked, catching a gleam of laughter in the young captain's devilish eyes. He knew Remy too well to know the boy would do something as foolish as to turn himself in.

"An' ruin de riddle?"

Will called to them from the crows nest. "Captain, the Spanish have found us again! Sternside." Looking through his looking glass every few seconds to figure out distance, Will guessed at the time it would take to catch up. "They'll be on us in half a day." He leaned over the side of the basket, and waited for the answer on what to do.

Remy looked at Tristan for a split second before yelling back. "Ahead full. Pull anchor an' up de sails. I don' wan' dem anywhere near us!"

"Aye sir!" Will came down from his perch and gave the order to man the sails and have the crew row. He shouted to men that scurried around deck and swatted at the ones who were napping instead of mopping. When Will put his mind to work, he could be as forceful as Remy, and as mean as Tristan. In fact, Will was the one who was given as much of a position as Tristan, only
he declined the role for better freedoms.

Remy was lucky his father had given him somewhat of a good crew. They were mostly loyal and brave in times Remy needed them most. Only a few hadn't liked the idea of a child running the
ship, but they were soon cast adrift after a minor try at mutiny. It wasn't Remy's fault his father was caught for murder, and hung. It also wasn't his fault that he had only been 17, and learned of his father's death the hour after sunrise.

Remy headed back to his cabin and went inside to find Logan lying on the bed, dozing. Walking softly over toward the man, he eyed Logan's pose. Finding no weapon either near the man, or in
his hands, Remy sat on the edge of the bed and stared at him. He reached a hand out to stroke Logan's hairy chest while continuing to watch the older man.

Logan lie with his hands clasped on his chest, and legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. He hadn't opened his eyes, but he knew Remy was in the room. "Now aint the time to start snugglin
up to me." Logan grabbed the kid's wrist and held him away from his chest. He hadn't opened his eyes but, knew what Remy was after.

"I need y' help, Logan. Spain's bes' is behine us. Stormy is back in Venice, an' my crew can' go
dat fas'. Dey're af'er you jus' de same as dey're af'er me." Remy freed his wrist and sat back. He hadn't a clue how Logan would react to the proposal and he didn't want to be that close in case it wasn't a good outcome.

"...And, you want me to do what?" Logan scoffed. He hadn't opened his eyes, still, yet he could clearly see the confusion and pleading in the Cajun's eyes.

Remy sighed and braced his hands on the side of the wooden bedframe to stand up. "Yo' crew is fine. Little headache, little hunger. I bet dey don' wan' t' be caught by de Spanish. Dey won' take orders from me, cher. You gonn' help me, or no?" He stood up and waited for movement from Logan. "Fine den. I do it, myself." He huffed and started for the door.

Logan snapped to his feet and grabbed Remy by his left forearm. Spinning the boy around and kissing him deeply, he had taken the young captain by complete surprise. As he pulled back, his hand tightened around the boy's arm and tossed him onto the bed. "Fuck me." He whispered in a low growl into Remy's ear.

"Quel, cher?"

"Fuck me, and I'll tell my crew to help out. Unless, you want the army to catch us?" Logan held Remy down, onto the bed. He wasn't about to let the boy squirm his way out of the topic again.

Remy sighed and squirmed. "Logan, don' have time f'r jokes."

Logan narrowed his eyes. "No joke kid. I want a good, hard ridin. My dick's been achin for you
for a long time. I reckon, this is the best time as ever, seein as we're bout to become prison rats, again. I wanna nail you on your daddy's bed, right now. Scream my name as that pretty body
starts shakin with orgasm. Time's wastin, kid."

Remy thought for a moment. He eventually agreed and let Logan have him the way older man had wanted. An hour they spent. Few minutes in nearly every position Logan could think of. Remy hadn't been completely against the idea, in fact, he had to admit that he wanted Logan as well and just as badly. The only problem was, he had wanted it to be more of a romance than just a timed romp.

When Logan was satisfied, he got up and dressed himself. He spoke to Remy about how good it was, and that perhaps they should keep their schedules open for future listings. Letting the boy lie on his stomach, exhausted and panting, Logan covered his tired lover with the heavy royal comforter and left the darkened room.

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A short time later, Tristan knocked on the door and cracked it open a ways. "Captain? Remy?" He nudged the door open further and eased himself into the room. Reaching outside and grabbing the lantern that was hanging just outside and to the left of the door, he shined it into the room and closed the door behind him. "Remy? Are you all right, captain?"

Not a twitch was seen from the boy. Steady, deep, calm breathing was all Tristan's light would let him see. He wandered closer to find the captain sleeping in the same position he was left in. On his stomach, head turned to face the door, with his right arm curled next to him and his left snaked under his pillow. Remy's hair had been pushed neatly away from his face.

Long dark eyelashes flickered and then opened, slowly. He groaned in pain and shifted his body to lay on his left side. Remy squinted at the bright light that was hovering above him. A man stood behind it, but he wasn't sure if it was Logan or someone else. "Tristan?" Remy moaned and
grunted softly as he held a hand up to block the light in an attempt to see the person before him.

"Yes, Captain. Are you hurt?"

"Non." Remy flinched as Tristan reached out to touch him. Pushing himself to sit up, he backed away from the pending touches. "Don'. Where's Logan? Are de men--?" A finger to his lips had hushed him.

"The men are rowing. Logan is below keeping watch over his men, and Phillipe is at the helm. Are you in pain? Forgive me for saying so, Captain, but that bastard has no right to -" Tristan was silenced by a glare.

"Y' may no say so, Tristan. Dis is my ship. I did it so dat Logan would help us. UNNHH!" Remy groaned as he moved, again to get comfortable. "Sides, Remy a big boy, cher. Can take care o' hisself."

"Aye sir." Tristan frowned at the young man. He had helped in raising Remy, since his mother had died in a bout with Cholera, and his father was hung. Tristan had become a mother, teacher, brother, uncle, father and best friend to the boy since he had known him. "Can I get you anything?"

"Non. Go." Waving a hand and laying back down, this time on his back. He had dismissed Tristan, only to have him be replaced with Logan. "Great." He sighed and waited for Logan to stand beside him and stroke his left cheek with the back of his hand.

"Is there a Plan B? Or, do you think the Jamacans'll really keep us from the armadas?" Logan asked. The lust had begun to rise and boil inside of him, again.

"Plan B?"

"Yep. My men are in shifts. Good rowers, but bad in judgement. Also, your little friend on the banner pole had better learn to count." Logan smirked.

"How many?"

"I count 2. Maybe more on the way." Logan watched as Remy sat up in a start at the number. Putting a hand on his thin shoulder, Logan sat down on the bed and inhaled. "You smell so good, boy. That hot little body of yours could really come in handy." He smirked and only grinned wider as Remy glared at him. He leaned in to kiss the close to fuming boy, when a very long and extremely sharp sword poked at his chest.

"That's far enough Logan." Tristan said, almost growling.
 

TBC....