Logan watched Remy through the car window.  The memories of their morning together still fresh in his mind, giving him a warm feeling inside.  He actually started believing that there may be something waiting for them in the future.

But there were clouds on Remy’s face.  After going home to change at have some breakfast Remy asked him to take a rented car, not the limo, and take him to the campus.

So here they were, Logan sitting in the car, ready to start the engine at the smallest sign of trouble and watching as a beautiful, ebony skinned woman with strikingly white hair ran towards Remy.  She laughed and flung herself at him with a laughter and happiness that only teenage girls can show.  She’d thrown a bag full of books to the ground while she tried very hard to squeeze the daylights out of Remy.

Logan opened the window a little to be able to hear what they were saying.

“‘Allo Petite,” Remy panted when he was finally allowed to breathe freely.

“Remy!” she squeaked in delight, “I missed you so much!”

Remy’s eyes changed and there was such intense love and care in the look he gave her, that it took Logan’s breath away.  The younger man smiled and pushed the white hair out of the young girl’s beautiful face.

“Remy missed you too, Stormy.  How about spending the evening with me?”

She looked surprised for a moment.  She had a nasty feeling that something was wrong.  Remy never came to visit her so suddenly and asked to spend time with her.  She had more four lectures, but decided she could skip them.  After all, he was more important.
 
“Sure.  Where are we going?”

“Remy know dis little café in de City, he sure you’ll like it.”

She only grinned and picked her bag up.

“Lead the way!”

Shortly, they arrived at the mentioned café and Logan was alone again.  He wondered just who the girl was and why did Remy care so much about her?  Logan thought she was only a teen, but when he caught her checking him out with cold, calculating eyes assessing his strength and speed, he understood that she wasn’t as innocent as she looked.

Ororo looked at her friend and savior, the only family she had and tried to figure out just what was wrong.

“Remy?  What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’.  Jus’ wanted to check on you,” he smiled, but she wasn’t fooled by his charming grin.

Patiently, with a manner suited to a more mature adult, she waited till the waitress finished flirting with Remy and gave them their coffee.  Storm noticed the appreciative glances thrown towards her companion from both the women and men in the café.

“I love you, really do.  You are my brother, my only real family … but I do not believe a word you said.”

He winced.

“Remy … we both were living on the streets once.  We were thieves.  We KNOW each other.”

The auburn haired man sighed and leaned back in his chair, letting the silk shirt cling to his chest drawing even more glances.  He was so sensual that every customer of this café probably thought about fucking him at least once.

Remy found her on the streets when she was seven.  He’d taken care of her and then got them both out of that damned life.  Storm wasn’t stupid.  She knew he had to make deals with powerful people in order to stop them from chasing after her, back during the times when they hadn’t had much money.  She was only a child and he nothing more than a skinny teenager back then.  She knew he probably sold his body for money.  He used to come back to that lousy hole they lived in, hurting and with bruises … and he’d go straight to sleep.

She noticed the way his face went blank, expressionless, and shivered.  She never liked him like this – closed and detached.

He slowly took a thick envelope from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it to her.

“What is it Remy?” she didn’t like the way she sounded right then, so childish and whiny, but she was getting increasingly scared.

“Open it, Petite.”

So she did.

“I … I can’t … don’t …”

“Dis is your new life, Petite.  Here’s everything.  New name, ID, passport, credit cards, bank accounts and background.  They’re real, Petite, not fake.

She stared at the envelope, her ultimate freedom … and KNEW he was saying his goodbyes.

“Remy …” she suspected he had some kind of deal with the mob, that it granted her freedom.  The only catch was that she had to always be “in sight”.  They didn’t trust her.  And she had lived through enough to know that she was his weakness.  As long as he wanted to protect her, he was bound to oblige every request.

“Je t’aime, Stormy.  Wid all my heart,” he whispered and stood up.

“Wait!  What is going on!  Tell me!” she demanded.

“There is a cab waiting for you outside, it’ll take you to the airport.  A ticket and instructions are waiting for you …”

“No!  I am not going anywhere.  I know about the deal.  I know it’ll cost you your life and they will never let me go, you know it.”

“Non,” his voice was fierce now, “Dey won’t.  Remy will see to it.”

“Remy … don’t do it.  It’s suicide … please …”

He only shook his head, letting her know that his mind was set.

“It is de end, Petite.  We will never see each other again.  You live now and start a new life.  One widout Remy LeBeau in it.”

“Brother …” she whispered brokenly, seeing that he wouldn’t change his mind.  She moved closer to him and embraced him.  “I don’t want to loose you.  You are all I have.  Please … go with me …”

He hugged her close to his chest remembering all the nights he’d kept her close as a small child.  Protecting her.  Wishing all the demons away from her sleep.

“Je t’aime.  And I promised once that I’d set you free one day.  Now I am doing it.” he whispered into her ear, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as a last goodbye.

Thunder rolled above the city and a heavy downpour started out of the blue, soaking everything.  Heavy winds whistled and tore furiously at trees in unison to her distress.

“Wish you well, ‘Ro.”

With that he was gone leaving her crying softly.  He never looked back.

* * *

Logan watched Remy leaving the café.  He was alone.  There was a strange stiffness to his movements, the way he seemed not to notice the cold rain furiously hitting his face.  He seemed so pale … and pained.

Acting on instinct, Logan left the car and approached him quickly, his guts telling him that there must have been something wrong.

“Remy …?” he called softly.

He stopped right in front of the younger man.  He was tense and, as always, the shades hid his eyes.

“What happened?  Where’s the girl?”

The words finally drew Remy’s attention to Logan.

“She … she won’t be coming back wid us,” his voice was shaking as if he was barely in control of himself, on the verge of tears.

“What happened in there?  Can I help?” Logan couldn’t stand the smell of sadness on Remy.  He wanted to take him in his arms and assure him that everything was okay, but he wasn’t sure his actions would be welcome.

“Non,” whispered Remy brokenly, “Remy … jus’ burned the last one …”

“What?” he didn’t understand the cryptic words.

Remy sighed and raised his head looking at something above Logans’ shoulder.  The younger man’s face was pale and wet from the rain that came out of nowhere and seemed to grow in strength, but Logan could still smell salt in the air and KNEW the kid was silently crying.

Finally realizing that he wouldn’t get an answer, he look in the same direction as Remy.  He was looking at the café’s sign, it was named “The Last Bridge”, and Remy’s words came back to him “jus’ burned the last one …”

Finally Remy moved, getting into the car.

Without asking, Logan started the car and took them home.  He could hear Remy desperately trying to control his breathing, trying to stop the tears flowing down his cheeks.
 
Logan only gritted his teeth at the thunder that rolled above them and it HURT his ears.  He couldn’t possibly explain the fucking weather.  Driving was becoming harder by the minute.

Suddenly, the rain changed into snow and he had problems seeing beyond the car hood.   He cursed loudly slowing the car even more, not wanting to crash and kill somebody.

“What the hell is going on here!?” he shouted to no one in particular.

“The girl … Storm … she can control de weather.  She’s hurting now …” whispered Remy, barely audibly from the back seat.

Logan growled but didn’t question the kid.  First he had to get them both home and dry, warm the kid up, and then squeeze some answers from him.  Yeah.  That sounded like a plan.  A good one.

* * *

Logan watched the Cajun walk straight to his bedroom.  He expected the door to be shut behind him, a wall between him and Remy.  After all, he was just a driver, but it wasn’t like that anymore.

Remy left the door slightly ajar as if inviting Logan in, but not pressuring.  Logan realized that the kid could be as insecure about their relationship as he.

Ever so slowly, he pushed the door open and entered the room.  Remy was sitting on the bed.  Shoulders lowered, face hidden in his hands.  Silent sobs shook him.  Long wet auburn hair fell over his face and arms, hiding him from sight.

“Remy …”

The young man didn’t move or react in any way, so Logan sat beside him.

“Tell me what’s wrong.  Who was that girl?”

Finally, Remy got a grip on his emotions.  He was still hurting but he was more in control.  He stood up and quickly removed his soaked trench coat, boots and pants.  Then he removed his shirt and tossed it aside.  He took a thick warm bathrobe and wrapped it around his shivering body.  Taking from his example, Logan removed his jacket and boots, but nothing more.  He didn’t want it to be about sex, but truth and he didn’t believe that he would be able to restrain his desire for the beautiful young man.

Remy wasn’t looking at him when he came back to bed and laid down on his back, covering his face with his arm and sighing loudly.

“De petite … she my only family, Logan.  She like a sister to me.”

Remy didn’t move when he felt the bed dip beside him.  He knew Logan wouldn’t lie down beside him without clear encouragement and he extended a hand to him.

“Lie wid me?” he asked softly, still hurting and desperately wanting something, someone to make the pain go away.

Logan grunted something in response, but Remy heard the sound of the rest of Logan’s wet clothes being removed and then a warm, hard body was lying next to him, dragging a blanket with it.

Logan covered them both and took the Cajun into his arms, persuading him to roll towards him and snuggle.

“Tell me about it,” Logan asked softly.  He felt the shaken breath tickle his chest, but he refused to get aroused by it.  Remy was obviously hurting and Logan needed to know why.

“Remy was living on de streets for a long time, Cher.  He met de peite dere.  So lil’ … a petite angel … She was jus’ seven, Logan.  Her parents died in an accident and she had nowhere to go.”

“How old were you then?”

“14 … probably.  Don’t know fo’ sure, me.”

“How …?”

“Remy been on de streets since he can remember.  Don’t remember parents nor anything else den de streets.”

“Christ!” Logan muttered, hugging the lithe figure closer.

Remy was taken aback by the fierce protectiveness that came off of Logan in waves, penetrating even his shields.  He didn’t know the man cared so much about him.

“What happened next?”

“Remy took Stormy and hid her good.  Real good.  No one could find de lil’ ange.”

“You hid her from what?”

Remy pressed his face into Logan’s hot skin and said quietly, “Stormy saw something, Senator Charles Xavier’s assassination.  She saw WHO did it and de mob wanted her, wanted her badly.  Remy knew the police couldn’t protect her from dem, so he found another way.”

“What way?” Logan asked, having a nasty suspicion that he wouldn’t like the answer one bit.

“Dere was dis man, young … he was the son of the “Godfather” of de mob.  He was supposed to inherit de position.  However, he had one small weakness.  Remy, a thief.  He was good in finding info no one else knows.  De mobster also liked young boys, very young,” he paused for a moment, “submissive ones.  So Remy found him.  We made a deal.”

Logan closed his eyes in sudden heartache.  It hurt to imagine a barely 14 year old kid selling himself to some kind of psycho to save a little girl.  Logan knew enough about the mob to know that if your involved with them once, there was no way out.

“What deal?” he forced himself to sound calm.  He didn’t want to scare the kid or appear disgusted.

“Remy became his bitch and he left de petite alone as long as he knew where she was and what she was doing.  Of course, no police.  Ever.”

Logan stroked the wet bangs trying to soothe both Remy and himself.

“It must have been how long?” he recalled the white haired girl, “Ten years ago?”

“Oui.”

“Did it work?  The plan?”

“Oui.  Stormy safe.  And Remy is still a whore.”

“Shh …” Logan couldn’t disagree with the fact, but he didn’t like the loathing in Remy’s voice.  “It’s nothing bad.  Just another way of living.  After all it isn’t like you had any choice.  You saved her life.  It was a very brave, selfless thing to do.  I doubt I would ever give myself for someone,” and he meant it.  Remy sacrificed his pride, allowed others to humiliate him.  Logan wasn’t sure he could ever be strong enough to be someone else’s bitch.  His respect for the man grew by the minute.

“So it happened ten years ago?”

“Oui.  First Remy was only dat mans whore, but den he gave Remy to others.  Sometimes his business partners, sometimes friends.  It became more and more often and Remy got paid for it.  Never from de man but Remy said he won’t go wid dem if dey don’t pay.  He wouldn’t let those bastards touch him for nothing.”

Logan stroked his hair loathing those who’d forced him into being a whore.  It was clear he hadn’t had much choice.

“But dis gonna be over, and soon,” Remy whispered into his chest, obviously not wanting Logan to hear it.

“So what happened today?”

“Dat was de last time Remy will see her …” barely a whisper, the words were like a breathe against his skin.  Then he felt hot, wet tears drip slowly onto his chest.

“It hurt’s so much … Remy love de petite … she de only family he got … jus’ want to forget for a moment … jus’ little while.”

Logan hissed at the feel of soft, wet lips touching his nipple.  One agile hand sneaked under his boxers and wrapped itself around his cock which grew hard in a heartbeat.

“Remy …”

“Please, Cher.  Make me forget … please …” the gentle yet desperate plea was his undoing.  He tangled his fingers in the still damp hair and kissed the kid deeply, allowing all his desire slip into it, showing Remy how much he wanted him.

Their tongues dueled in a sweet fight, stroking, licking, and caressing each other.  Logan wanted to keep it gentle, wanted his touch to be more soothing than anything else, but Remy obviously had other ideas.

Getting out of the remnants of their clothes were easy.  Soon they were rubbing their bodies and kissing as if wanting to devour each other.  Logan loved the small, needy sounds coming form his lover.

He was surprised when he was pushed to lie on his back and Remy straddled his lap, gazing into his eyes with wild intensity.  His red on black eyes seemed to burn, glowing from the inside and Logan felt something strange, a kind of pressure at his mind.  Begging for permission to enter.  Suddenly he recalled what Remy said two days ago.  He was an empath.

Slowly, forcing his body and mind to relax, Logan allowed his shields to slip.  He was still unsure and a little suspicious about letting any kind of ‘path into his mind, but knew he could trust Remy.  The younger man would never do anything to hurt him purposefully.

He was so focused it took him a moment to realize that Remy was stroking him.  The beautiful, naked body arched above him, red on black eyes simply devouring his body with awe and want, and one nimble hand fisting him lightly.  His cock was like steel and he was panting hard in no time.  He NEEDED release badly.  Involuntarily his hips bucked, his body desperate for more friction.

“Remy …” he groaned.  “Don’t play with me like that.  I’m so close …”

He reached to grab Remy and drag him down, but the young man easily avoided his hands and leaned back, still maintaining his hold on the rock hard cock.

“Non.  Don’t move.  Let Remy take care of it.  Want to show you something good, Cher … want to make you fly …” he purred seductively, letting his charm out a little more and feed on Logan’s lust, quickly pushing any thought out of his mind except the need to come.

He rocked his hips, his own erection weeping and needy.

He waited until Logan nodded and then reached into the bedside drawer and took a tiny jar out.  When he opened it, a sweet, herbal scent filled the room.

He locked his eyes with Logan’s and smiled at him wickedly.  He dipped his finger into the jar and then took it out, showing it to Logan - slick and glistening.  Then he touchhed his nipple with it, groaning at the feel of the cool gel touching it.  Then, very slowly, making sure that Logan was watching him, he put the finger inside his mouth and sucked throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

Logan took a deep breath and let it out with a hiss.  Damn, but the kid looked hot, all flushed and naked, so lost in desire that he wasn’t aware of anything more than their bodies.

Remy opened his eyes and looked at Logan with mischief in his eyes.

“De lube … It’s edible,” he said licking his lips slowly and offering the finger to Logan, who opened his mouth to accept it.

Indeed it was, spicy – a sweet herbal flavor so unique and so suiting the sensual creature above him.

“Prepare me, Cher?” the kid asked gently, letting his hands skim across Logan’s navel and chest, touching the nipples oh so lightly.

Logan only swallowed, understanding that in this game of sophisticated desire he was an amateur compared to the kid’s experience.  Each and every move was designed to make Logan even hotter and he wasn’t sure he would last to actually feel the Cajun around his cock.

Tentatively the Canadian dipped his index finger into the sweet smelling jar and reached behind the kid.  Remy leaned closer, spreading his knees even more, granting Logan easy access to his hole.

They both moaned when Logan finally touched the puckered opening, coating the muscle thickly with lube, circling it and massaging, not wanting to hurt Remy in any way.

The Cajun bent even more and kissed Logan, lips sealing tightly and tongue thrusting in silent plea.

“Logan …” he nearly whined when he felt the Canadian’s finger move away and then back again with more lube.  This time it slipped inside.  Remy moaned loudly rocking his hips back, taking more of the thick digit, desperate for the fullness it promised.

Logan wanted to go slow, to stretch the man thoroughly before attempting to claim him.  He nearly jumped when he felt Remy’s slick finger touch his hand.  Then this wicked, slick finger slid along it, to the one finger still embedded in the Cajun’s hot channel.  His breath caught when that finger caressed his hand and then, suddenly pushed in sliding along his own digit deep into his body.

“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed as his cock twitched, nearly painful with desire.

This was certainly the most erotic thing he had ever experienced - feeling that slim finger caress his own inside Remy’s hot channel.

He watched the Cajun’s face, flushed and full of abandon as their fingers kept dancing and rubbing together, stretching him even further.

“More,” the young man panted huskily.  Logan watched the muscles in the arm he used to support himself, tighten spasmodically.  Then the kid bent even more, breathing hard enough to move down to his belly and kiss him.  Logan groaned aloud when he felt the light, fluttering touch of silky, soft skin on his straining member and under it the pressure of hard muscles.

Arching his back he tried to get more friction, simultaneously using his free hand to keep his wicked lover close, unable to escape, but despite his actions his cock met nothing more than air.

Soft, sexy laughter filled the room.  Logan opened his eyes to see sparkling red on black eyes inches from his face and a big grin on Remy’s face.

“What the hell …?”

And then he noticed that Remy was holding his breath, hollowing his stomach so that Logan couldn’t possibly use it for friction.

“Clever.”

He got a flash of a smile in return and then leaned forward to catch the kid’s mouth for a passionate kiss that left them both panting.

Finally Logan drew his finger out, along with Remy’s and shushed him when he wanted to ask what was happening.  He got his two fingers thickly coated in lube and then caught the kids hand and worked on spreading it along his finger. He couldn’t stop watching him.  He was so responsive, so unbelievably sexy that he was a feast for the eyes.

Carefully, keeping his finger still entwined with his, he started pushing back in and Remy quickly got the idea.  Logan watched him arch back as three fingers were sliding in and out of him, the lube and his conscious help in relaxing the muscle, allowed them to move effortlessly, causing no pain.

Then Logan pushed deeper, searching for that sensitive bud and pressed it.  Hard.  Remy nearly howled and arched so hard, all his muscles tensed.  His erection became even harder and stated oozing pre-cum from the tip.  Logan wished it was possible to bend and take that hard length into his mouth.  Instead he used his other hand to lightly stroke the kid, not wanting him to come too quickly.

Suddenly, Remy pushed his hands away and entwined his fingers with him.  Then he moved forward and positioned his wet, slick, open hole above Logan’s straining erection.  Then, looking him straight in the eye, he lowered his body and impaled himself on Logan’s rod.

Logan nearly screamed when he felt the hot, nearly painfully tight channel engulfing him.  Remy didn’t pause even for a second till all of Logan’s cock was buried balls beep inside his body.  By the time he had it all in, he was panting heavily and covered in sweat.

Logan couldn’t help but admire that beautiful creature in his arms, and then he knew he’d fallen hard for the boy.  But Remy didn’t give him the time to ponder his feelings as he started a hard, steady rhythm that left both of them nearing the edge.

They were both so close that it took only a few minutes for Remy to reach his climax.  When his body arched and his muscles contracted forcefully, milking Logan’s cock, his empathy went loose and slammed into Logan’s open mind, sending him his own pleasure.

The Canadian shouted, gripping the Cajun with bruising strength and came so hard it was almost painful.  When Remy came back to himself he was lying across Logan’s hairy chest and was being petted gently by the older man.

He purred, content.  He loved it when his lovers touched him afterwards.  He started to fall asleep, knowing he should get up and shower, but he couldn’t get up.  He felt so good that he simply allowed sleep to take over.

Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, he heard Logan say softly:

“I love you, Remy.”

His heart stopped for a moment then started beating frantically.  He had never heard those words said with true meaning, except from Storm, but that was different.  He didn’t know if he loved Logan back or not, but he certainly cared about him and wanted him.  Still, it wasn’t the time to make any admissions.  He only had 24 hours left before all hell broke loose.

TBC