Remy sat on the windowsill and looked at the rain pouring outside. In his hands
he still kept the forgotten phone, wondering about what will happen that
evening.
 
 

One of Scott Summers's men called him and told him that he was expected on
Summers's boat this evening. He knew that his charade was over. Scott knew that
Ororo left and probably wanted to gain more info. Remy was afraid for his
sister. It was still too early. In his heart he prayed that he would be given at
least one more day, but Scott's men were better than he suspected.
 
 

Remy did everything that was possible to hide Ororo's destination so he was
quite sure that Summers did not know anything above Storm is missing.
 
 

He sighed and massaged the base of his nose. When he started planning this, he
was desperate and with nothing more to loose. Now however things changed.
 
 

Logan
 
 

He knew he was in love with the man, probably for the first time in his life.
What's more, he was fairly sure Logan felt the same way. He was protective and
gentle, caring.
 
 

He was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to hear Logan entering the room.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when strong arms enfolded him in a careful hug.
 
 

- Morning.
 
 

Remy relaxed into the embrace and smiled, letting the warmth emanating from
Logan soak into his soul.
 
 

- Mornin's cher. - He all but purred.
 
 

- What's worrying you?
 
 

- Why ask? Not'ing bad wid Remy.
 
 

Logan didn't ask again but only held him tighter. Why did he wake up this
morning with this dreadful feeling that something bad will happen?
 
 

* * *
 
 

Logan felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He was SURE
something was extremely wrong. The waves of fear coming off of the Cajun made
him almost nauseous.
 
 

It all started when Remy approached him and told him that he had to drive him to
the place of meeting. The closer they got to the harbor, the stronger the scent
got. The urge to ask was getting stronger and stronger, but the closed,
controlled expression on Remy's face that said clearly that he didn't wished to
talk about it.

The tension between them was palpable. The drive was in complete silence only
disturbed by the sound of the purring engine.
 
 

Finally they reached their destination. Logan couldn't stop the sense of dread
when they entered the barely lit harbor, seemingly abandoned.
 
 

He stopped the car and shut the engine down. If there was a thing he wanted
right now, it was to take Remy away from this place and lock him somewhere safe
till that damned kid told him what was wrong.
 
 

Sighing, he stepped out of the car and circled the limo. Keeping his emotions in
check he opened the passenger door and waited for the Cajun to get out.
 
 

He couldn't stop his eyes from roaming over the lithe, supple body before him.
Remy stood before him, his eyes hidden behind the ever-present shades. He was
dressed in expensive Armani black suit and had a luxurious, made from very
expensive red silk, dress shirt. The silk stressed each and every muscle in his
strong chest, however did not took the grace from him. The black and red colors
made him look even lither. The shirt was opened beneath the neck, exposing a
small patch of honey colored skin and little, simmering in the moonlight, golden
cross.
 
 

Remy tried his best to keep his distance but when they finally were here, when
he could see the yacht in the distance, he couldn't keep the pose.
 
 

Suddenly he moved closer to Logan, his hands tangled forcefully in his dark mane
and pulled the heavier man to him. Logan gasped in surprise, because taking
initiative like that was just so unlike Remy. Before he had the time to ponder
this strange fact, he felt hard, demanding lips pressing to his and bald tongue
seeking entrance.
 
 

Taken aback by the sheer need and desperation in that kiss he yielded to the
sensual assault letting Remy take whatever he needed from him. The long, usually
so careful and gentle hands now fisted with almost cruel strength in his hair,
forcing him even closer.
 
 

When they finally broke apart, both were panting. Logan reached his hand and
took the offending glasses away, needing to see Remy's eyes.
 
 

The red on black eyes were shining with something deep and intense and Logan's
unease increased. There was definitely something very wrong here.
 
 

- What is going on Remy? Why are you so scared?
 
 

The younger man only licked his suddenly dry lips and turned his gaze away.
 
 

- Not'ing. Jus. needed to feel you.
 
 

Remy desperately wanted to make love to Logan right here and right now, needing
to feel the passion and care emanating from the older man but he knew he
couldn't. Should Scott realize he had an intercourse earlier, he would surely go
ballistic.

- Remy please. I can't protect you if I don't know from what! - Logan all but
pleaded, his instinct on full alert now, telling him that his lover was in
danger.
 
 

- Je t'aime. - Murmured the Cajun softly, caressing his cheek with his
fingertips and then turned around to leave.
 
 

Logan stood frozen in place, positively dumb folded. Remy hasn't told those words
to him ever before and he understood that the kid found it hard to trust to
somebody after years of abuse.
 
 

- Remy! - He called the younger man causing him to stop and turn around to look
at him.
 
 

- Please.
 
 

- Remy is sorry Logan. so sorry.
 
 

The weather changed suddenly, chilling gusts of wind tore at their clothing. he
saw Remy shrink from the sudden cold. The Cajun was always very sensitive to it.
Logan wanted so much to come there and hurt him, lock away the cold and fear.
protect him.
 
 

He caught the red on black eyes and stared deep into them, trying to understand
just what was going on. And why he had the sickening feeling that the kiss the
kid gave him, was a good bye. The things he couldn't say him with words were
poured into that last kiss.
 
 

- We need to talk Remy. I will wait for you. We will talk when you come back.
 
 

The auburn haired man only stood, statue still on the pier letting the wind play
with his soft hair and looking at Logan with unreadable expression.
 
 

Finally Remy turn away and approached the waiting yacht, stepping onto it. He
knew he had almost no chances to walk from it alive. If only Scott had
discovered Storm's absence a day later! Now he had to do everything to buy this
 one-day for Ororo. No matter the cost.
 
 

Logan watched the lithe figure disappear inside the yacht and felt cold shivers
run down his spine. Suddenly it all started making more sense. The strange, sad
look in Remy's yes and his last words.
 
 

//- Remy is sorry Logan. so sorry.// said like he was sorry for something more
that just not wishing to talk to Logan. And then his last, so very sad smile at
his words. //We will talk when you come back.//
 
 

Remy never intended to come back!
 
 

Logan started running down the pier, wanting, needing to catch up but he already
knew it was too late. The yacht already put off and was slowly taking Remy away
from him.
 
 

He stopped and watched the boat slowly disappear from view, fear and pain
dancing around in his chest. He couldn't believe he was so stupid. It all made
perfect sense now. That call in the morning and sadness and melancholy that
overwhelmed Remy since then. His bad feelings. The way Remy refused to speak to
him about his problems. How could he be so stupid!
 
 

Now, the only thing he could do was to wait and hope that Remy will eventually
return to him.
 
 

He vowed that if his lover returned to him, he would take him as far from this
cursed town as possible. He would never let him be hurt again.
 
 

* * *
 
 

The blow sent him flying to the other corner of the room. Slowly, blinking to
get rid of the black spots in front of his eyes, he looked up on Scott Summers.
He was a man of thirties, with brown hair and red, burning eyes. His mutant
ability to shoot lasers from eyes proved to be lethal weapon and everybody,
including police, thought twice before angering him.
 
 

- Remy. Remy. Remy. - The man said mockingly - Do you really think I would
believe you?
 
 

Remy tried to get to his feet and after few unsteady attempts succeeded,
although somewhat unsteadily.
 
 

- Remy sorry. he don' know where de petite is. Mebbe she wid boyfriend, non?
 
 

Scott rolled his eyes sighing dramatically.
 
 

The next moment Remy saw two of his bodyguards approach him and take hold of his
arms, forcing him to his knees once again.
 
 

He struggled but couldn't possibly overwhelm two, muscular thugs.
 
 

- Hold his hands away from any surfaces.
 
 

Remy's eyes widened. His ability to charge objects was something he always kept
a secret. Something to use in extreme situations. He never knew that Scott
somehow learned about it.
 
 

The brown haired man smiled at him evilly.
 
 

- Surprised? Did you really think that such a little whore like you could hold
something from me?
 
 

Remy watched the other man open a drawer and take a small object from it. His
breath caught when he recognized a small flashlight. He started struggling once
more, but to no effect.
 
 

Then he felt one hand tangle in his long hair and jerk him back cruelly, forcing
his head back.

Still smiling, Scot approached him and leaned over him.
 
 

- I really advise you to speak, bitch.
 
 

- Remy don't know!
 
 

He expected next blow, but what he got was far worse. Scott pressed one hand to
his face, making sure that his left eye stayed open and then said:
 
 

- Such an exotic eyes. you can probably see in the dark, don't you? But. I guess
strong light is quite painful. right? - He asked sweetly before turning the
strong flashlight and direct the blinding light right onto his left eye.
 
 

Remy screamed at the piercing, blinding pain shot from his eyes deep into his
brain and then traveled lower down his backbone. The pain was so strong that he
actually felt his stomach lurch. He wasn't even aware that he was screaming and
crying out loud.
 
 

What lasted seconds was a sheer eternity o him. Eternity filled with pain.
 
 

When Scott finally turned the light down, Remy with terror realized that he was
blind on the left eye that still pulsated with unbearable pain.
 
 

In a mocking parody of tenderness Scott brushed the tears away from Remy face
and asked again.
 
 

- Where is the girl?
 
 

- Don't know. - he croaked, already hoarse with screaming.
 
 

- Tsk, tsk I really though you are a little bit more. intelligent.
 
 

He nodded at his guard and turned the light again, this time on the other eye.
Without mercy, without even a single stop he continued the torment till Remy
couldn't scream any more and tear were running down his face in a constant
stream. He felt only pain. Terrifying, constant. pain. Agony that only
increased.
 
 

It took Scott thirty minutes to finally tire of it. With aggravated sigh he
nodded to his guards to release the blinded Cajun. With a pained whimper Remy
collapsed on the floor, covering his still burning eyes with his hands.
 
 

Angered, Scott kicked the lying figure and turned to his guards.
 
 

- Tie his hand behind his back.
 
 

Remy tried to struggle and it only ended in angering the guards that didn't
hesitate to show him their displeasure. There was little finesse, just plain
cruelty when one holds him restrained, his arms twisted painfully behind his
back, and the other pounded his stomach, face and chest with big, heavy fists.
He could almost hear the sickening sound of his ribs cracking. Pain that
traveled from his eyes was intensified by the sharp, slicing pain of blows
directed to his vulnerable stomach.
 
 

The other guard held him in such awkward position that when his legs finally
gave in, he could hear the snap when his right wrist broke under the pressure.
 
 

He howled in pain and almost lost consciousness.
 
 

Next thing he was aware of was lying face down on the hard, wooden floor. His
broken ribs made it hard to breath and caused him unbearable pain in this
position. His arms were pulled back and tied tightly behind his back.
 
 

- I am not going to ask you again bitch. I know you know here the girl is. Tell
me and I will let you go. Stay silent and I will make your life a hell. I am
going to fuck you, then let my men have their way with you. Supposing you will
regain your sight, I will blind you once more.
 
 

New tears trailed down his cheeks when his broken wrist was roughly manhandled
and then tightly squeezed with rope.
 
 

- Speak.
 
 

- Please. Remy don't know.
 
 

- I guess you will never learn. Ok, so be it your way. I must admit I like you
more when you were younger, but I think you will do.
 
 

Remy didn't have the strength to react when he felt a knife cut his
trousers and skin along, all of his body hurting so badly. He was so weak. so
tired of pain. He knew Scott was going to rape him in the roughest way he was
capable of. He only thanked gods that he was used to Scots rough behavior and
prepared himself earlier. He knew it was going to hurt badly, but at least he
won't tear him too much. maybe.
 
 

He managed only a strangled whimper when his legs were jerked apart, which
caused more pressure on his broken ribs causing him unbearable pain. Then he
felt Scott position himself behind him and all he could feel next was
excoriating pain of his erection being forced into his body without any
preparation. He could feel his walls stretch impossibly and then give, when
something in him broke. In the sea of pain he felt something wet and sticky run
down his thigh and some strangely calm corner of his mind told him that it was
his blood.
 
 

Scott kept telling him how he was going to hurt him, how he despised him but he
barely heard it. The pain of his brutal thrust, moving his battered body on the
floor dulling his senses to everything else.
 
 

For the very first time he was thankful for being whore for ten years. The rape
hurt badly, even more than beating but it no longer caused him such internal
pain like in early years when he thought he would die from shame.
 
 

He felt Scott tear his insides with every brutal thrust, his fingernail
scratching his skin, leaving deep, bloody gashes.
 
 

He was desperate to take his mind from the bloody reality, to forget he
pain and humiliation and not to think about all the other things that Scott
would probably do to him. Even if he had any hopes, he was sure now.
 
 

He would not survive this night.
 
 

However he needed to keep Storm safe. Not to tell where she went. But he was
afraid. He was already blinded, his eyes still pulsated with burning pain, and
his ribs were broken and made breathing difficult. He was only capable of
drawing shallow, hissing breaths which wasn't good.
 
 

The cock that forced itself inside him time and again was tearing his insides
every time. His whole body was one burning centre of unbelievable pain and yet
he knew, he was far from death.
 
 

Logan. He tried to focus on the older man. His gentleness. the way he felt that
first time when Logan kept him in his arms. The gentle care coming off of Logan.
The way he gave him pleasure on that beech.
 
 

Never did he have such a gentle ad caring lover. Never did he feel so loved.
 
 

If there was only thing he regretted was loosing Logan. His only hope.
 
 

Finally exhausted from pain and inability to breath properly he lost
consciousness gratefully giving into obliviousness. His only escape.
 
 

Scott noticed that the kid had lost consciousness only after he finished.
Oblivious to the tortured figure lying motionlessly on the floor. Angered he
spit on Remy and stood up.
 
 

He looked down on the pool of blood between Remy's legs and then at his own
cock, smeared in blood also.
 
 

- Fucking bitch.
 
 

He had to go and clean himself now. He turned around but stopped before leaving.
After all he did not want the kid to die right now. He made his way back and
with one kick turned the unconscious body on the side. Scott knew that Remy
passed out from the lack of oxygen.
 
 

Only then did he leave the room. It would take some time for the kid to come
back. By the time he would clean himself and then invite some of his guards.
After all what sense was in raping the unconscious kid? He would not feel it.
 
 

* * *
 
 

Logan stood in the cold rain, reluctant to leave the pier. There was
strange pain in his chest. He KNEW Remy was in pain and desperately wanted to
get to him, but he could only see the faint trace of the yacht on the horizon.
 
 

The feeling became more intense the last minutes as if it was Remy calling to
him. He suspected it could have something with his empathy, when he felt sudden,
terrifying pain slice through his mind. it ended as soon as it started but was
enough to drive him mad with worry.
 
 

If something ever happened to Remy he would never forgive himself. He was
supposed to protect him, not _drive_ him to certain death.
 
 

* * *
 
 

He was alone when he woke up. Somehow he was turned to his side, what
helped him breathe. a little.
 
 

The pain dulled, changed from slicing knife to dull pulsing. He felt sticky
warmth on his thigh and realized he was still bleeding. The very though of Scott
coming back with other guards. he was sure he would not be able to stand it.
 
 

He remembered one thing Scott told him, years ago when he was forced to watch
him torturing some man.
 
 

//Everyone can be broken. There always is something that would beak the spirit.
Always.//
 
 

And he believed it. Right now, lying on the cold floor, hurting so badly he
couldn't even cry he knew he will not bear to be raped again.
 
 

His fingertips encountered the wooden floor and a plan started forming in his
mind. He needed it to end. Scott would not let him go. nor will he forget about
Stormy.
 
 

Slowly, gathering what was left of his energy he started charging the floor.
Soon he was lying in a pool of softly glowing light.
 
 

- So sorry Logan. so very sorry.
 
 

In his last attempt he opened his empathy to full force trying to find Logan.
Although he always had scarcely any control over his mental powers, this time it
was surprisingly easy to locate the concerned presence on the shore.
 
 

He let the feelings of concern and love wash over him. He regretted not being a
telepath. There were so many thing he wanted to tell Logan! So many. and so
little time.
 
 

The pain had lessened considerably. Probably to the constant draining of his
energy. He wasn't feeling his legs anymore, and his mind was. adrift. Part of it
was still focused on charging as much of the floor as possible, the other
however longed to connect to Logan.
 
 

Logan. thank you.
 
 

Thank you for giving me hope, where I thought there is none.
 
 

Thank you for giving me pleasure where others just caused me pain.
 
 

Thank you for giving me respect where no one ever did.
 
 

Thank you for showing me how to love, for the very first time
 
 

Thank you for showing me how my life could look like.
 
 

He closed his eyes and pushed as much of his energy as he was left into that
last thoughts, that last message he hoped Logan would receive.
 
 

The last thing he felt before darkness closed over him, were cold, strong hands
gripping his arms. Then there was nothing.
 
 
 
 

* * *
 
 

Logan watched in absolute terror as the yacht exploded suddenly. The
large ball of fire shockingly visible in the darkness of the night.
 
 

- REMY!!!!!
 
 

He wasn't even aware he was screaming. He wanted to run, to throw himself into
the water to save Remy but then it downed on him.
 
 

If the explosion was so gig he could see it so clearly, there was no hope
anybody would survive.
 
 

The rain poured, turning his skin to ice and his heart slowly, so very, very
slowly froze. slowly turning to ice also.
 
 

When he felt the soft, sweet touch on his mind he jerked, his heart filled with
hope that Remy was still alive using his empathy to connect to him, but when
feelings turned to thoughts and he understood them, all of his hope evaporated.
 
 

//Logan. thank you.
 
 

Thank you for giving me hope, where I thought there is none.
 
 

Thank you for giving me pleasure where others just caused me pain.
 
 

Thank you for giving me respect where no one ever did.
 
 

Thank you for showing me how to love, for the very first time
 
 

Thank you for showing me how my life could look like.//
 
 

Not exactly words, just sensations. still he was sure it was what Remy wanted to
tell him. His farewell.
 
 

Slowly he sank to his knees, salty tears flowing slowly don his face. He didn't
know how long he was kneeling on the pier, his heart and soul in so much pain
that he wished he could die from it. He didn't notice the choppers that started
flying over the still burning wreck, nor did he hear the ambulance and police
cars approaching.
 
 

- Remy.
 
 

Just this single word, these plead left his lips. With Remy died his hope, his
love. How could he live if he failed to protect the only creature on this world
that mattered to him? He had no family, no friends. only this one kid that
somehow captured his heart.
 
 

Logan was like wolf. he mate only once in his life and his mate just died on
that fucking boat.
 
 

He closed his fist and pressed his knuckled to his stomach. With so much as a
thought he released his claws, feeling them slice through his soft muscles and
internal organs. Blood rushed down his hands and then on the wooden floor of the
pier. He closed his eyes, not realizing he was still crying and cursed every
deity he knew, when he felt the wound heal.
 
 

Why? Just why couldn't he die? Howling like a wounded animal he released his
claws over and over again, cutting his flesh, spilling his blood and still so
far from death.
 
 

TBC in Epilogue