AUTHOR: SisterWine
RATING: R-NC-17
PAIRING: LOGAN/REMY  SLASH
WARNING: UMMMM..... IT HAS ROGUE IN IT.....???
DISCLAIMER: Standard disclaimers apply. X-Men aren't mine, no money exchanged. Who would pay for my lousy writings, anyway? This is just my strange take on things.  "YOU'LL SEE" is owned by Madonna and her label Maverick Records.
SUMMARY: After the incident at the beachhouse in California (See also "Live To Tell" series), Remy and Logan arrive home to push ahead in their subtle curiosity of a relationship. Just how does the team take this, exactly?
 

Westchester, NY- Taxicab

"You sure yer ready for this, kid?" Logan asked as the taxi dodged big semis and cars and pedestrians. He'd looked over to see Remy staring mindlessly out of the window, opposite Logan's direction. When he wasn't acknowledged, Logan elbowed him in his left arm.

"Qu'est-ce que?" Remy turned to look at Logan.

Logan looked at him and then asked again. "Are you ready to go home?"

Remy shrugged and went back to looking out the window. "If she dere, fine. If she dere wit' him....." Remy didn't finish his sentence as they pulled into the drive.

The two men opened their doors and got out. The driver opened the trunk and they retrieved their bags. Logan closed the lid and headed up the steps. He stopped when he realized he was alone. Turning back to see where Remy stood, he found him following the Taxi back to the gate.

"Hey!"

Remy stopped, turned.

"Get yer scrawny ass back here!"

"Non. She in dere wit him, homme. Remy say 'Fo'get it!'"

Logan sighed, rolled his eyes and set his bag down on the step he was standing on. Making his way down
to where the Acadian stood, he lit a cigar and puffed with frustration. "Look, kid..... just ignore them. Don't look at them, don't talk to them, don't do anything to any of them. But if you don't climb those damn stairs, and walk into that house, I'll drag you in there kicking, screamin, and naked as the day you were born! Capiche?" Logan growled and released his six claws to get the point across.

Remy glared at the man. "Y' jus' try it, homme."

Logan stepped forward and growled again. "Move it!"

Remy huffed and walked past Logan, heading for the steps.

You think that I can't live without your love
You'll see,
You think I can't go on another day.
You think I have nothing
Without you by my side,
You'll see
Somehow, some way

As they walked through the doors, Logan was overrun by greetings from Jubilee, Storm and Jean. Rogue had come out of the kitchen to also welcome Logan back.

But, no one acknowledged Remy. Even Logan seemed to forget he was there. Sighing, he continued up the stairs to his room. He had been nonchalant at the warm greetings from the others, and paid no mind to
Scott and Bobby, who were talking in the hall. Instead, he nudged open his door and threw his bag onto the bed.

He didn't bother to go in, or turn on the light. He merely fixed his eyes on Rogue, and her horde of giggling girls, who were coming towards him. As they passed, he swallowed and forced himself to ask, "Rogue, can we talk?"

Rogue stopped and came to stand in front of Gambit. "About what, Cajun? As far as Ah'm concerned, there aint nothin to say. Now, if you'll excuse me, Ah got things to do." She caught up with her friends, who had stopped to laugh at Remy, and continued down the hall.

Logan saw the exchange and walked up beside Gambit.

You think that I can never laugh again
You'll see,
You think that you destroyed my faith in love.

"Don't worry about it, kid. She'll come around." Logan patted Remy's back and then reached for his doorknob. He tossed his duffelbag into the room and reached for the lightswitch beside the doorframe. He had opted to have the room across from the thief, just in case something "went wrong". So far, he'd guessed this would fall into that category. The light flashed on as he stood aside the door and motioned for Remy to enter.

Sighing again, Remy sulked into Logan's room and stared at the bed, to the left of the door. "Dis was a bad idea, Logan. Not welcome here." He stood with his back to Logan and flinched as strong hands rested calmly on his forearms and rubbed invisible tension out.

Logan thought to himself on what to do, and how to make Remy feel better. Coming up with a blank, he did the only thing he could do. "I've spent a lot of nights talking to her. Sometimes about you, others about herself. She isn't the only one who's had her feelings stomped on. She's lashin out at you because she understands all too well how you feel. I haven't a clue what the hell went on there, but I have a feelin she'll regret she's lost you." Slowly, he turned Remy around to face him and inhaled the kid's now frustrated scent.

A soft knock on the door prevented the next move.

"Yeah?" Logan turned back and glanced at the door.

Jean had asked if she could enter, before touching the doorknob. As Logan mentally accepted, she opened the door and stopped to stare at Remy. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were busy." She smiled, nervously and averted her eyes from the Acadian. "I'll come back." Jean stepped back out and started to close the door when she was stopped by Remy's hand on the other handle.

"Non. I go, chere. Got some packin t' do."

Looking confused, but letting the young man pass her, Jean turned back to give Logan a questionable tone. She stepped back into the room and closed the door after watching Remy enter his room and shut the door. She had noticed, the light hadn't come on, and jumped as she could barely feel the rising sadness in him. "Logan, what is going on?"

Logan sighed and furrowed his brow in strain. "He's just dealin with his next move. Thinking everyone's pushin him out the door, and he's startin to believe that." He shrugged and nodded to a chair that sat beside the bed. Picking his bag up, and walking over to his bed to sit down, he asked what she had needed him for.

"Uh, well,.... it is about Remy, actually. Scott and I have talked about this, and we both feel that if he isn't going to be apart of the team, then he really shouldn't be here. Storm feels that it is Remy's choice, and that she will always be open to him. Since we all know how Rogue feels, I am wondering about your thoughts. From the way he feels, I don't think it'll matter what any of us say or do." Jean ssat down in the chair and cleared her thoat. Her bright yellow tanktop and loose fitting blue jeans had taken his attention for most of the speech, but he listened.

You think after all you've done
I'll never find my way back home,
You'll see
Somehow, someday

His eyes narrowed and focussed on hers. "Look, both you and I have no clue what went on over there. And, granted they have their feelings, it's unfair to the kid to be automatically imprisoned in one bracket for somethin that happened a long time ago. He's done risked his life for you hypocrites. And this is the thanks he gets? Tossed out due to a misunderstandin and whatever the hell Rogue says!? We all have our secrets, Jeannie. You didn't see him in that beachhouse. He fell apart because of this shit! If he didn't care about any of us, he'd be already gone or dead." His temper had slid to an edge that crackled with electricity. Not wanting to control it, but thinking he should, Logan walked away from her. His voice had risen above the level of confidentiality.

Jean blushed in embarrassment and stood up. "How do you feel about him, Logan?" She watched his back as he had taken five steps from her and kept her at his back.

Logan sighed and calmed down. "Jean,..... I saw that kid mope around that house for days. He moped and cried and tried to drown himself. He isn't here to pretend everything is bubbly-fine. He's just a kid that needs a little compassion back. And if that girl ain't gonna at least hear him out, I guess I have to do some talkin for him."

"I see."

All by myself
I don't need anyone at all
I know I'll survive
I know I'll stay alive,

Remy had heard Logan blow up at Jean. He was sure that everyone else in the mansion had heard it too. He sat on the side of his bed and hung his head in shame. A trembling right hand covered his eyes as he fought back the coming tears. Remaining in the dark, he wiped his face and fell back to lay on his bed for a small nap.

When he awoke again, it was dinnertime, and someone was knocking at his door. Sitting up, he waited for another knock. He sighed, inwardly, and tried to identify with the owner of the noise. He stood and made
his way next to the door. "Oui?"

"Gambit, it's Jean. You missed dinner, so I brought you something to eat. Are you hungry?" The soft voice seeped into the dark room from the cracks in the door.

"Non. T'anks." His voice was just as soft but more raspy. Worrying that it had betrayed him, he cleared his throat.

Jean stood there, holding a plate of still hot roast beef and vegetables. "I'll leave it beside your door." She could tell he was holding his breath in and waiting for her to leave. Jean had caught every cracked syllable
in his answer. She now understood what Logan had been talking about, when he mentioned the Cajun
falling apart. Immediately regretting her decision of early, she put the plate down and turned to leave. Making it only a few yards away, she stopped as his door opened and the plate was taken inside. Jean swallowed hard as she could feel his pain triple with every second.

A while later, another knock came to his door. This time, he recognised it. Hurrying from his desk, where the full plate sat, he opened the door and came face to face with Rogue. Taking a deep breath, Remy tilted his head and squinted at her presence. He looked around her and found her alone, in the hall, and reluctantly invited her in.

"Don't close it, Ah'm not stayin." She had her back to him, but turned to finish her thought. "Look, Remy, you and Ah both know that this won't work anymore. Ah heard what Logan said to Jean, and Ah think maybe he's right. At dinner, he told us just how childish we are actin. Remy, it hurts to see you here. So,
Ah want you to go. No secrets, no skatin around the bushes. Just, please go, shugah. Ah guess what it all comes down to is, your face was my favourite part of you. Bye, Remy." Finishing her statement, she brushed past him and made her way back to her room.

All on my own
I don't need anyone this time
It will be mine
No one can take it from me
You'll see

Logan stood in his doorway, leaning on the frame. His room had been black behind him, and he watched Remy with feline eyes. Remy had hung his head and was about to retreat back into his now barely lit room, when Logan called to him. "C'mere."

Curiously, Remy obeyed and now stood in the middle of Logan's room. He felt as if he'd pass out from being numb, but he hadn't yet. His heartbeat pounded furiously away in his head, coaxing along the migraine he alreday had. His body hurt and his mind ached from the lack of release the stress had caused.

The door closed and locked.

He was alone with Logan. He had hoped that the older man would let him cry, kick, scream, throw a fit, but he just felt Logan's eyes on him. Soft and cool, the stare filtered through his tensions and he sighed and began to lower himself to the floor. When arms stopped him and picked him back up, he froze in place. Turning on one foot, he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the brawny older man. "Jus' hold me, Logan. I take de hit later."

Logan sighed and nodded. He brought his arms up to hold the young Cajun and massage his back with his firm hands. His ears tickled as a soft whimpering purr filled them. "S'ok, kid. I aint gonna hit ya."

They embraced for what felt like hours. Pulling apart, Remy had wiped his eyes and cleared his throat, nervously. "Dey wan' Remy t' leave, oui?" He turned away from Logan and slowly made his way over to sit on the bed. Sitting down on the end, he returned his gaze to Logan, who had started coming closer.

"Yea. They do."

"Everyone?"

Logan nodded. He could see the hurt in Remy's naturally dark eyes, and found himself searching for a sollution. "We could go into the city and stay at my apartment....? Until you find somethin better. Or, I
could drag you back to Japan." He smiled in attempt to lighten the air.

"We? Non, Logan, I can' ask ya t' go wit' me. Dis was Remy's fault. He pay his own price." Remy lowered his tone and hung his head in disgust of himself.

You think that you are strong, but you are weak
You'll see,
It takes more strength to cry, admit defeat.
I have truth on my side,
You only have deceit
You'll see, somehow, someday

Logan growled and stood in front of Remy. Gruffly, he pushed him back on to the bed and loomed over him. "I aint gonna let you go through this shit alone, kid. These are just wolves who don't want to fess up
to their own mistakes. You forget who the Hell you're talkin to. Like it or not, I aint lettin you outta my sight until you cure yerself of this depression. Understood?" Trapping the pale boy between his hands, he
growled down at Remy to make sure his point was made.

"Oui." Remy shrugged.

They stayed still for a moment. Eyes never moving from the other's. A hand reached up to caress Logan's black shirted chest, before lips caressed the man's waiting mouth. Tongues entwined and arms moved to embrace. Remy began to unfold his tension and let the tears drip from his tightly shut eyes to the black comforter.

Logan wiped his thumbs across Remy's temples and deepened the kiss. His right hand moved to Remy's fastenings on the worn jeans and undid them. With the same hand, he untucked the white T-shirt the boy was wearing and inched it up the pale and smooth chest. He coud feel Remy's hands on his fastenings and smiled into the mouth. As his own jeans were pushed down to expose his firm manhood, he pulled away from the kiss. "Do you still want this?" He whispered.

Without opening his eyes to stare into Logan's Remy nodded and lifted his hips up off the bed for Logan to help undress him. "Remy t'ink he needs dis, cher."

"Fine by me, kid." Moving the jeans off of the slender hips, Logan continued to undress Remy before moving to himself. He had stood up and pulled his shirt over his head and was surprised to find that Remy had also stood up to help. When both were nude, they kissed again and embraced momentarily.

Remy was stopped from kissing Logan's chest and told to lie down on the bed, on his back. He did. Resting his head on Logan's pillow, he watched the other man move about his bed before finally settling between Remy's spread legs. Licking his middle finger, and teasing Remy's crack, he watched Remy in return. Remy smiled and hissed at the cool finger. "Dis gonn' hurt, cher?" He asked.

"No. I won't feel any pain." Logan smiled playfully back.

Swatting at Logan's right arm, Remy laughed quietly. He watched as Logan continued to tease and lick at
his chest and a hard left nipple before pushing the finger into the tight entrance. Shushing the boy as he had tensed at the pressure, Logan moved his mouth to rest on Remy's.

All by myself
I don't need anyone at all
I know I'll survive
I know I'll stay alive,

Remy started to shake. He knew he had wanted this from someone, but wasn't sure just whom. The stress had become evident long ago, and now had found it's way to the surface. His heartbeat raced again, and his head hurt. Panting and moving as if it had been his first time, he hadn't registered that Logan had stopped the activity and was now trying to calm him down. He shook more violently. Red on black eyes stared at Logan. The mouth moved on the man above, but Remy couldn't hear the words.

"Hey, kid. It's okay. Relax, Rem. Relax. Breathe deep, it's okay. I aint gonna hurt ya. Feel me, come on." Logan repeated over and over until the shakes calmed and eventually stopped. His eyes had never left Remy's, and the finger had begun to massage the spot in his lover that seemed to excite him. "Shhh. That's it."

A deep breath and a gasp or two later, and Remy rested his right hand on Logan's left, pushing his own middle finger into the tight space that Logan had been massaging. "Continue, dis. Please." He whispered, hoarsely.

Logan nodded and smiled.
I'll stand on my own
I won't need anyone this time
It will be mine
No one can take it from me
You'll see

Minutes passed and Remy had removed his finger and now held Logan's erection between his fingertips. Stroking Logan, and nodding to whispered questions of if he had really wanted this to happen, he gasped and bucked his hips as another finger of Logan's entered him. The strokes on Logan's manhood increased until he felt a spray of warmth on his left hip. Carefully, he gathered the liquid and spread it over the tip of the erection. More had seeped out in anticipation, as he continued to coat it.

"Now, cher. Please, now.....?" The once charismatic Cajun had been reduced to shivers, pants, squirms and pleads.

Logan smiled and removed his hand to place it on his own manhood before pushing slowly into the stretched entrance. "Spread more." He whispered and was obliged. Pushing all the way in, he leaned over and kissed Remy again. His rhythm was slow and steady. His eyes were met with tired red on black ones. He reassured his thin lover that it was alright and to just relax, but he wasn't convinced as Remy only nodded and smiled.

Remy moaned and gasped as Logan massaged his spot with his dribbling manhood. He could feel it. Every rub dripped wet with liquid, causing Remy to buck up into the older man for more. He could also feel Logan's growing hunger to make Remy lose control. With every stroke, he was unwinding the knots and learning to relax from Logan's ministrations. He tensed again as he felt Logan squeeze his neglected erection that lie between them, on his stomach.

"Non, cher. Don'."

Logan hushed him. "You need this, Remy. This come'll feel much better once it's outta you. Too much stress can hurt a man's insides." Logan stroked it in tune to his own pace inside Remy. He felt Remy's short fingernails in the back of his arms as he watched the boy tense and pant. His ears rang as sharp gasps and then a final one came from the man beneath. Releasing Remy's limp manhood, he braced himself, on his hands, and increased his pace before relasing his own orgasm.

You'll see, you'll see
You'll see, mmmm, mmmm
 

The End!