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 backed up and tilted his head to see Tristan standing there, a look of rage in the man's eyes. "Mad cause I fucked him first, Tristan?" He smirked and grabbed the tip of the sword with his bare hand. Logan was the sort of man who played with his oponents. When it came to duels, he would play all he wanted. He really had nothing to lose, other than a drop of blood every now and then. Eventually, Logan bored of the play and ended the disputes with him as the victor.

"Tristan!" Remy's voice was loud and demanding. He was in slight shock that Tristan would actually go as far as to intrude on the Captain's personal lifestyle, without being invited.

"This is for your own good, Remy. This bastard will only hurt you in the long run. You became my responsability when your father died, and I intend to make sure you are decent. I have half a mind to throw him off the ship, and then take you over my knee. Get up Logan. It's time to join your crew." Tristan growled.

Not a movement from Logan. Still holding onto the blade, he laughed before standing up. "I think the kid's old enough to make his own decisions, Tristan. He is the captain, not you. Let him tell me to leave."

Remy sat there, dumbfounded. "Stop. Bot' of you." Rubbing his temples and cringing at the men's rising anger, Remy closed his eyes and turned away. "Logan, please. I deal wit' Tristan. Right now, we get away from de armadas, ne? Anot'er cabin, mebbe?"

Logan scoffed and removed himself from the conversation, and the room.

Glaring at Remy, Tristan sheathed his sword and awaited punishment. But, none came. "I'm not sorry Captain. I promised your father, I'd take care of you. And if it means keeping you away from that dog, I will." He sighed as Remy finally looked at him.

"Dismissed."

"Aye sir." Tristan bowed, curtly, and left the room to return to his quarters. First Mate's quarters were located right below the captain's quarters and the room wasn't that big. In fact, the higher ups in the crew had their own little compartments beneath the captain's, and just above the storage decks.

The lamp was placed on the table, and Remy was left alone. He listened to the orders Tristan had given to have Logan locked in an empty cabin, before heading to his own. He lie back down and lost himself in thoughts. Was he doing the right thing? What good would truly come from sleeping with Logan?

Another knock at the door roused him.

"Captain? Your word to switch posts?" Will's voice crept into the room from behind the door.

Remy sighed. "Yes."

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Hours had passed and Remy had drifted into a deep, mind-numbing sleep. He couldn't remember when he had been so tired. Sleep felt good, though. He yawned only twice in his sleep, and moved very little. He hadn't even bothered to clean himself, or dress himself. In fact, he hadn't even moved from the bed.

When Remy finally woke, he lie on his back, with his arms out-stretched beside him. Daylight peered through the window. It was sunrise. He stared at the window and hadn't remembered opening the drapes from the day before.

An 'ahem' made him turn his head in the direction of the door.

Remy sat up with a start. "Stormy?! Wha're y' doin here, chere?"

Storm sat in a plush, high-backed chair on the opposite side of the room. Her legs were crossed, and her hands had been busy with a lock of hair that she had been braiding while watching Remy sleep. "Relieving you of your command. Get dressed. We have much to talk about." She stood and walked over to the end of the bed to toss Remy his clothes from the previous day. Her body was wrapped in white leggings that seemed to  be a second skin, and her shirt was a tight brown, leather vest that was tied so tightly it had been a miracle she could breathe. A long flowing white cape encased her slim ebony body. A long, white mane framed her thin face and cascaded down her back, loosely.

As Remy dressed, he eyed the older woman. The way she impatiently tapped her foot on the floor, and folded her arms, not to mention the way she pulled him out of bed when he hadn't moved fast enough.
When he finished, she shoved him out onto the deck and forced him to his knees, beside the others in the crew.

With Tristan to his left, and Will to his right, Remy glanced around to see that the armada had indeed caught them. And now, it seemed Storm was on their side. "Wha's dis all about, Stormy?" Remy asked aloud. His hands were forced behind him and tied, tightly.

"I'm afraid that's my fault, kid." Logan smirked and lit a cigar he had been holding. He leaned against Remy's cabin door and smoked. "Ya see, I told my men to row, and they did. Slowly. Before you docked in Venice, I beat ya there. Found this lovely lady, and set up our little meeting after I learned she already knew you. When you knocked on the door, I slipped out the back and came around from behind. The fuck was good, kid. Best damn ass I've had in a long time, but it seems to me, the lady has other issues with you."

Remy looked from Logan to Storm and silently begged her for an answer. "Chere?"

Storm stared at Remy. Her anger prevented her from speaking in words, however, the weather was suffering. Clouds rolled in and thunder had started to boom as she finally spoke. "Seven years ago, a man was finally caught and hung for his terrible crimes. Crimes that have gone unpunished for five years before that. Two murders. A man and a woman were carelessly slain in front of a little girl. She was laughed at when she tried to defend her parents. So, the little girl followed the man to his ship. He was a father himself, and he murders a child's only family. I swore my revenge on him. And, I got it. I knew you were the boy Jean-Luc loved so much. His only child. I also knew you wouldn't stand a chance if your father was hung, and I talked you into staying a little longer. And now, I'll get to kill the dreaded pirate LeBeau's son. I could have killed you that day, in my bed, and I was going to. Instead, we made love, and then you left rather suddenly once your shiprats came calling for you."

Logan came to attention. "You didn't say anythin about killin the kid." Eventhough, he tried to hide it, he had been clearly shocked at the idea.

"I don't need to explain myself to a man. You will have your bounty, and your freedom. The poster did say 'Dead or Alive'. I intend to deliver him dead." Storm's fury exploded in the clouds with another loud and echoing thunder crash over them.

Remy hung his head. "Don' understan', Stormy. T'ought y' loved me? Girl, I didn' know Papa kill yo' pere. I'd never hur' y' Stormy." His voice was low, but loud enough so that the woman in front of him could hear him.

Storm knelt down and stroked his hair. "Your father started the cycle. We've never done anything to him,
yet he murdered my father and mother. It only seems fair that I return his gesture unto you. Bad people have children, and no matter how hard they try, those children grow up to mimic their parents' actions. I can't let that happen to another child's parents." Her voice was soft and devoid of anger. A finger curled under his chin and raised his head to meet her eyes.

"You don't have to be a pirate, or sail the seas to be a murderer. The boy hasn't killed anyone. Despite what his father has taught him, he finds other means of dealing with people." Tristan spoke up. He looked at her and then over to Logan who was now standing behind her to her left. "You want to kill someone, how about your buisness partner. He's killed hundreds. I knew the boy was wrong to bring you aboard." Glaring at Logan before he was struck, hard, against his right cheek by the burly man.

"The woman gets the boy, but I get the crew. I'll kill you last. You and I will have no one to stop us. I'll do it, slowly." Logan growled and smirked. He glanced at Remy out of the corner of his eye to see that the boy was staring at him in complete awe.

"Enough!" Storm stood up and stamped her foot, causing the thunder to crack loudly in the sky. She pointed to one of the Spanish soldiers and told him to take Remy back to his cabin and wait. Turning to Tristan, she smiled and reassured him that Remy's death would be quick and as painful as possible.

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Logan took the liberty of following her back to Remy's quarters. He waited until they were inside and the door was shut to ask her about how she would kill Remy.

"What does it matter to you? After he is gone, you may have his ship and your freedom. Unless, you wanted to keep his body for your own amusement? But, I don't think that would last long." Turning herself from Logan, who was standing in front of the door, to face Remy, on the bed, her hand reached for a sword that the guard had tucked away in his belt.

Logan grabbed her arm and pulled her back from walking to Remy. "I don't think so, lady. The bounty aint what concerns me. He's just a kid. Don't punish him for somethin his dad did."

Storm shrugged him off and folded her arms, letting her mouth form a small pout, she interrupted. "I dont remember you ever hesitating at the plan. And, if it's my hand you are worried about, you kill him. I know how he must've made you feel in that prison." Storm waited for a growl at her point. She smiled and continued to walk over to Remy.

Looking calmly at the woman, Remy waited. He knew this time Tristan wouldn't be crashing through the door with a sword. He remained unphased as the woman drew her blade. "Did y' ever love me, Stormy? Or, did Papa d'stroy de love inside you?" Remy whispered and hung his head. He closed his eyes, hoping neither Storm or Logan would see his heartbreak.

Storm stood frozen in place at the question.

"Answer the man. He deserves at least that much as a last request." Logan spoke. His calmness had startled even him.

Remy looked up at her. "Stormy?" The glowing and the questioning gaze in his eyes bore a hole through her. He had been sitting on the side of the bed, hands tied behind him. His body had been still. No trembles, no begging for his life, not even a tear. It hadn't been his style to beg, no matter how severe the position he was in. But, then again, it hadn't been his style to just accept death so easily.

"How I feel has nothing to do with this."

"Non chere. It has ev't'ing t' do wit' dis. Y' can' lie to an empat', girl. Y' loved me once, I know. Now, ya hate me f'r my Papa? Non. I don' believe dat." Slipping his hands easily out of his binds, Remy pushed himself off of the bed and stood in front of her. "I don't t'ink y' wan' t' do dis. Do ya girl? Ne c'est pas exacte. Y' can' tell me dat you wan' t' kill ol' Remy after he tell y' dat he love ya, no?" He smiled and came closer to her, slipping the sword out of her hand.

Storm grabbed the blade back and pushed Remy to sit back down on the bed. "I feel nothing for you. I died the day your father took my parents' lives. I've watched you toy with your women, and I refuse to become one of them. With your death, my parents will be able to rest in peace." She studied the now obvious pain in the boy's eyes. A piece of her had been sorry she said it, even thought it. Remy had been kind to her, and it had been true, he hadn't done anything to her that she didn't want. But, the overwhelming hatred for his father had won the battle of will.

A pounding on the door stopped them from another movement. "Captain Logan!! Captain! More ships are coming!!"

Logan opened the door and pushed the scrawny man aside. He followed another man to the aft side and growled in annoyance at the approaching fleet. Returning to the cabin, he announced to the room that they would have company from the Jamacans soon. He turned back to the deck and perked his ears at a distant sound. Canon fire. Hearing the splash some feet away from them, he turned back to Storm. "If you're gonna kill him, do it now. You might not get another chance. However, you'd be makin a big mistake. We need the brat to cover the long nines and get us out of here. And, this aint no time for a tidal wave."

The woman inhaled and growled through gritted teeth as she realised he was right. Sheathing the blade in her own belt, she closed her eyes and folded her arms. "Go." She opened her eyes as Remy passed her and grabbed his arm. "But remember, if you live through this, I'll kill you yet."

Remy bowed his head a moment. "Oui, chere."

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Canons blazed as the four ships dualed. It had become a three against one battle, but the surrounded ship gave no indication of surrendering to either the sea or the fleet. Crews on both sides scurried to do whatever damage they could do to the other ship. Remy had charged several canonballs and timed them as they were then fired at the fast approaching ships. They exploded, damaging one of the fleet. The other rounds fired only managed to aggitate the remaining ships.

Logan had helped as well. Pulling at sails and chasing Remy about the ship, determined not to lose the boy in the chaos. His eyes narrowed as he watched Remy duck below deck and free a few of his crew, Tristan and Will being of the few. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, and blocking the way out, he glared at Remy. "That wasn't apart of the deal, kid."

"You wanna get out of dis, Logan? We need dem. Long as Remy's alive, dis is still Remy's ship. I trus' my crew t' help. D' you trus' me?" Remy glared right back before pushing the man out of the way and leading the other two back onto the deck. Giving Tristan and Will their orders, he turned back around to stare at Logan, who had came to stand back on deck.

More canonfire as well as riflefire. The deck had become crowded with the plethra of people scurrying and dodging fire. Remy tried not to let the stabbing fear and rancid mix of emotions overtake him, but found he was losing miserably. Remy didn't exactly wish to see his new enemies watch him become overrun by mere emotions, but it seemed he had no choice. The waves of fear, pain and anger stuck him like tiny accupuncture needles. His head felt as if a porcupine had replaced his brain. A losing battle indeed. Sinking
to his knees with his hands over his ears, in the middle of the commotion, he squeezed his eyes shut and cringed.

Logan had been watching the young man and took it upon himself to stand on the roof of Remy's cabin and announce to the deck that anyone who was too afraid of dying, should leave the deck and go below. He growled quietly as nearly half of the crew did so without hesitation. He climbed back down and came to kneel in front of Remy. Wrapping his arms around the shivering boy, Logan waited for the Cajun to calm as his emotion was overpowering the crew's fear. His calm breathing and equally calm emotions had managed to force the pain away from the auburn haired Cajun. He closed his eyes and listened to the young man's heartbeat go from rapid to even in a few short breaths. He hadn't thought about moving, he hadn't wanted to. But the boomings of canons and rifles had dismissed any notion of continuing the serenity. Logan sighed. Minutes passed, yet the two sat deathly still in the middle of the remaining crew running about the deck.

When Remy regained himself, he pulled himself away from the older man. Staring briefly at Logan with glowing eyes, he looked about the deck and then back to Logan. Screams of pain came from everywhere around them. Canons continued to fire and canonballs continued to randomly hit and miss their targets.

"Better?"

Remy nodded. A chill ran through him as he felt a cold and shallow presence behind him. Half-turning around, Remy caught sight of Storm standing in the doorway to his cabin, glaring at the them. He turned back to see Logan had stood and reached for the boy's hand to help him to his feet. Nodding to himself, he took it and was pulled to stand up.

The battle went on into the early evening before the attacking fleet was more or less reduced to only a few wounded ships, while the rest had been sunk or blown up. The men on the Gambler's Spice cheered as the fleet sunk back into the night to clearly re-arm themselves.

An exhausted Remy and Logan filed slowly back into the Captain's Quarters. Both were met by a passive Storm, sitting at the table, drinking a vintage wine from Remy's collection, under his bed. She faced the door and stared at both of them. "I suppose, you want to live longer to finish them off...?" Her voice was cold, but her emotions were not.

Remy nodded, tiredly.

"Fine." She sighed and drained her already half-empty glass from the remaining liquid.

Logan stepped forward. "He just helped save our lives, and that's all you can say is, 'Fine'?!?" Placing
himself between the woman and Remy, Logan had forgotten about the boy and let his full rage slip through. Hearing Remy's cringe and whimper of pain, he stopped and turned back to the boy. He calmed and eventually turned back to the obviously drunken woman, and watched as she tried to stand up.

Storm, making it to the bed behind her, waved a hand at the two and then collapsed onto the royal comforter. Her soft, even breathing, let both men know she was asleep.

Grabbing an extra blanket from the end of the bed and huddling in the far corner, away from Storm, Remy made a pallet to sleep on. He glanced up at Logan, who still stood in the doorway, and waved the man next to him. He watched as Logan grabbed another blanket from the same spot and made them a pillow, before lying next to the boy. Remy snuggled deep into Logan's left side and rest his head on the man's shoulder.

Logan lie on his back and let the boy curl around him like a cat. "Ya did good, kid." He whispered as they fell asleep.
 
 

TBC....